"I'm telling you, he's up to something!"
Hermione shakes her head in distress, at the green-eyed Gryffindor. She was afraid that Harry was rapidly becoming obsessed with Draco Malfoy. Before, she could tell him just that, loud, vicious laughter sounds from behind them. Ron , Hermione, and Harry turn to see the Slytherins.
A circle of Slytherins were pushing a blushing Draco to the Gryffindor table. They seemed to be laughing, and jesting at the blond, with Blaise being the ring leader. Blaise yanks Draco just a bit behind the Golden Trio.
"Go on, Draco!", Blaise laughs, and pushes the boy forward.
"I can't!", the blushing blond hisses back, glaring.
Blaise laughs. "Are you scared, Malfoy?"
Draco clenches his fists, as the Slytherins laugh at him. Harry, ever the noble one, can't take it.
"Hey!", he cries standing up. "Lay off, him!"
His statement resulted in louder laughter from the snakes; Harry had expected that. What he wasn't expecting, was for Draco's blush to deepen. What the bloody hell was going on?
"Aww, look Draco! Your knight in shining armor has arrived!", cooes Blaise, pushing Draco so that he falls into Harry.
Harry catches him, so that neither will tumble down.
"What are you on about, Zabini?", asks an annoyed Harry, letting go of the blond.
Pansy walks up to them,grinning. Trying to hold back her laughter, she demands, "Tell him, Drake!"
"I..." Draco glances at Harry, before quickly turning back to her. "I can't.", he whispers, distressed.
"Tell me what?"
Blaise catches his breath, before turning Draco around to face Harry.
"Well, Draco just wanted to tell you, that he really, really wants you to kiss him."
Harry falters. "What?"
Ron and Hermione share a look, before quickly turning back, so not to miss anything.
Blaise grinns. "Well, I was getting ready for breakfeast as usual, and Pansy comes rushing in to tell me-"
"Come and see Draco!", Pansy cries, before bursting into a fit of giggles.
Harry glances at Draco, only to see the boy glaring at the floor.
"So, of course I go to see what's up. And there's like a ton of Slytherins around his bed, so I push my way through, and...Draco's asleep in bed."
Harry raises an eyebrow, before Pansy winks at him.
"Not just asleep in bed.", she explains.
Blaise nods. "Nope. Slytherins' Ice Prince is moaning in his sleep. But whom's name is the Malfoy Heir moaning? Anyone? Anyone?"
Blaise looks around for a raised hand, comically, and the Slytherins begin cackling again. Pansy smirks.
"Why, Gryffindor's Golden Boy, of course!"
Harry turns pale, choking out a, "What?"
"Oh, Harry, kiss me there! Kiss me right there!", Blaise moans, then gives a fake snore.
"Please Harry, Oh Harry! Harry, I think I'm 'gonna, I think I'm 'gonna, Oh!", Pansy squeals, holding her stomach.
The Slytherins laughs get louder, and more than a few Gryffindors chime in with their own guffaws.
Blaise smirks. "Me, being the extremely kind and caring friend I am, took his sheets to the Common Room laundry shoot. And what do I discover?"
Pansy laughs. "Why, a week's worth of sheets, all with the same stain! What stain, you may ask. Could it be hair gel? Could it be-"
"He get's it.", growls Draco, before storming out of the Great Hall, amidst fresh laughter.
The Slytherins slowly go back to their table, and the Great Hall buzzes with many conversations, most involving the events that just took place. Harry
sits back down, and begins staring blankly at his food.
Ron laughs. "Can you believe this? Malfoy's got the hots for Harry!" The ginger laughs again.
"That's just rich. We can so use this against him!"
Hermione glares at the red-head, whom continues to rant about revenge. Ginny says to Hermione, "Don't get me wrong, I hate Malfoy, and I think he deserves a lot of Hell in his life, but...", she sighs.
"Nobody deserves that. What got into the Slytherins? I thought they were his friends!"
Hermione gives her own sigh.
"My guess is, that it's almost forbidden to like anyone other than a Slytherin in their House. So, imagine being a Slytherin, and gaining a crush on Harry Potter, Gryffindor's 'Golden Boy' "
Ginny bites her lip. "Not to mention, the 'boy' part. What are the Malfoys going to say, if they find out?"
"You mean, when they find out.", corrects Hermione. "They want Malfoy to marry Greengrass, remember? So, there's no doubt she'll be invited over, and when she is..."
Ginny finishes for her, "She'll spill the beans."
Hermione gives a sad nod. "Wow."
Ginny raises a ginger eyebrow.
"If somebody had told me this morning I would feel sorry for Draco Malfoy, because he's crushing on Harry Potter, I would have dragged them to the Hospital Wing."
Ginny laughs at that. "Dido."
Hermione frowns, before abruptly standing.
"Where are you going?"
"Well I'm very well, not going to sit here feeling sorry for Malfoy of all people, am I? I'm going to find out what I can do!"
Ginny was left, blinking after her bushy-headed friend. Suddenly, Ginny grins. "Fuck, yeah!"
And the redhead was off racing after Hermione.