Response to the Dirty Minds Competition by Lucy Kent
Prompts:
1) Breathing heavily, Harry grabbed Draco's wand and the blonde let out an impressive groan.
2) Ron stared straight at her bared chest before licking his lips and reaching forward.
3) "Go deeper Neville!"
Characters: Hermione Granger, Neville Longbottom, Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley
Word count: 500
After the war, when the Golden Trio returned to Hogwarts to complete their final year, they ran into some old acquaintances. Neville was given a position as assistant Healer to Madame Pomfrey, and Draco, in an attempt to redeem the Malfoy name, stopped by to donate some Galleons and strut through the halls looking benevolent.
"Fancy meeting you here, Weasel, Mudblood," Draco hissed, sneering down his nose at the couple who had just emerged from the Hospital Wing.
"Say that again, Malfoy, I dare you," Ronald growled, fingering his wand. "No one calls my girlfriend a... That, and gets away with it."
"I suppose everyone bows down to you now that I'm not around to keep them sane," Draco sniffed. "What a pity. I've been off learning so much more than was ever taught at dear Hogwarts. Of course, it could just be the lack of your posse that is making it so... Pleasant."
Ignoring the bait, Hermione spoke up, hoping to make good her resolution to let bygones be bygones. "What have you been learning?"
A wicked gleam sparkled in Draco's silver eyes. "Oh nothing much. Just a few spells, like, Dilacero," he said, flicking his wand toward the young woman. A slash of red-purple light impacted her chest, tearing open her robes and laying her unconcious on the floor, blood oozing slowly from a long gash.
Harry exited the infirmary with Neville just in time to see the curse hit, and he leapt on Draco in a fury of fists and feet and teeth. "You will pay for this, Malfoy!" He panted, knocking the blonde to the ground with a well-placed elbow and throwing himself on top of his enemy.
As the nemeses fought out their hatred on the ground, Neville and Ronald stared in horror at Hermione. "I'll run some diagnostic spells, Ron, you work on cleaning the wound while I do so," Neville directed, falling into his confident Healer persona.
Ron stared straight at her bared chest before licking his lips and reaching forward. Gingerly, he conjured a wet cloth and began to dab at the edges, feeling queasy at the sight of so much blood.
Madame Pomfrey felt Neville sink into the diagnostic trance, and came out to see what was going on. She decided to let Neville figure it out on his own, as Hermione was in no immediate danger. "Go deeper Neville!" She coaxed, as sweat began to bead on his brow. "Just a little deeper into your trance, and you'll be able to identify the magic of the curse!"
Neville shook with the mental and magical effort. Suddenly, his eyes popped open, his posture stiffening. "It's the Dilacero Curse, Madame!" He cried. "That can only be countered using the caster's own wand..."
Harry grit his teeth in preparation of his final strike. Breathing heavily, Harry grabbed Draco's wand and the blonde let out an impressive groan. Bruised, bleeding, and covered in dust, Draco was still every inch the Malfoy melodramatic.