Harry Potter stared at the young man in front of him. His long time nemesis, Draco Malfoy, was in a state of panic. His hair was sticking out all over and his uniform was wrinkled and mussed. He kept glancing over his shoulder and any loud noise made him twitch.
"You've got to help me Potter," the boy nearly begged. "You're always sneakin' around. Show me how you do it. I'll not tell anyone. Anything to get away from her."
Ron was suppressing his snickers, barely. It wouldn't do for a head boy to laugh at the predicament of another. Hermione wasn't nearly as decorous. She was grinning like a cat in a creamery.
"I told you Malfoy, I don't 'sneak around' on purpose." Harry was maintaining a serious expression. "Unless you want Hermione to transform you to a cat or something, there's not much I can do."
"A cat. Yes," Malfoy said turning to Hermione. "I'll never call you 'mudblood' again, Grainger."
Hermione shook her head sadly. "The potion takes two months to prepare, Malfoy. And I can't just wave my wand and do it. I'm a 'mudblood' not a miracle worker."
"I don't see yer problem, Malfoy," Ron smirked. "She's beautiful, she's rich, and she obviously likes you. What more could you ask for?"
"She's a bleedin' loony," Draco exclaimed.
"Well there is that," Ron admitted. "But other than that…"
"If you think she's so hot, you date her."
Ron snickered. "Sorry, Draco m'boy, but she hasn't fallen for the Weasly charm. And she doesn't seem to be interested in a poor nobody like me."
Before Draco turned to him, Harry shook his head. "She's not interested in me either, Malfoy. Apparently my fame doesn't interest her either."
Draco suddenly turned pale as they heard a sound echo down the hallway.
"Ohhohohohohoho."
Ron and Hermione both shuddered. Harry, who had faced Voldemort, was shaken.
"Quick, this way," Hermione urged. They followed her around several corners. "In here," she directed. "She'll never think to look in here."
"That's the girl's loo," Draco protested.
"Don't worry," Ron said. "No one goes in there 'cause of Moaning Myrtle."
Draco glanced at Harry. Harry shrugged and led the way into the girl's bathroom.
They froze in surprise at the sight of the girl adjusting her hair. She spun around with a smile and made a beeline for the hapless victim of her affections
"Dlako-sama," Kodachi sighed as she wrapped her arms around the poor boy.
A Black Rose in the Garden
