Three's a Fling

Chapter 1

Follies and Lollipops

Draco Malfoy watched the trees go by.

One tree,

Two tree,

Three tree…

One, two, three. He counted them in intervals of threes as he waited. Glancing away from the window he rolled his eyes as the goody goody of his year entered the cabin.

"Malfoy." Hermione nodded coldly in their customary greeting, but there was surprise in those brown orbs. "What are you doing here?"

Draco motioned around him. "This is the heads compartment. Take a wild guess."

Hermione sat down. "You got lost?"

Draco rolled his eyes. "No, idiot, I…" He paused dramatically—wanting nothing more than to rub in the fact that he, Draco Malfoy, had managed to become head boy in her face. "Am Head Boy."

"Riiiggghht." Hermione nodded. "What type of weird crack are you smoking Malfoy. Harry is…" she stopped as the compartment door slid open and Harry entered.

"Malfoy?" Harry looked between the two, obviously confused. "What is going on?"

Malfoy scooted uncomfortably. "I'm Head boy." He stated again, pulling out the badge and letter that had arrived at his home a week before.

Harry pulled out his badge. "No." He waved it at Malfoy. "I'm head boy."

Hermione smiled and pulled out her badge. "Look-y here, I've got one of those two!"

The two boys turned icy stares in her direction.

"There has to have been a mistake." Draco murmured as he searched his letter again.

"Yeah, there is no way you made Head boy." Harry mused, sitting down. "Definitely a mistake."

Draco shot out of his seat. "What's that Potter? You don't think I could make Head Boy?"

Harry smirked. "Not without your fathers money, Malfoy."

Draco saw red. "You…"

The compartment door slid open and the impeccably timed Headmaster Dumbledore entered.

"Seems I've just prevented World War three." The headmaster chuckled. "Please, be seated."

Harry sat next to Hermione, but Draco lingered obviously enraged.

"Yes, Mr. Malfoy?"

Draco rolled his eyes and sat down. "Nothing…sir."

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled. "Well now, as you've seen, there's been a bit of a mix-up."

"Ha! I knew it!" Harry stood, starting to do his 'you lost' dance in front of Malfoy.

"No, Harry, that's not quite right." The headmaster said and Harry stopped smiling, sitting back down dejectedly. "You see, we've had a sort of, well lets just say, a folly. A very unusual one."

They sat in silence waiting for the headmaster to continue.

"You are all, as of now, Heads."

Harry sat back. "How?"

"Well," the headmaster stroked his beard. "As it so happens both you and Mr. Malfoy are tied for points."

"Points?" Harry asked.

And Hermione answered. "We each gather points according to our grades, our exams, our behavior and pretty much everything we do gets or takes away points. Like house points really. When they are picking the Head boy and Girl it is decided solely on who has the most points."

"Taking a wild guess here, but this isn't supposed to happen is it?" Draco asked, trying to keep his features bored and his voice caustic. If his father were to find out… Draco thought he might just be sick.

Dumbledore nodded. "You're right, but as it happens, both you and Mr. Potter are peculiarly similar. You both get rather good grades."

No doubt with the help of Granger, Draco thought.

"You both are highly active in school activities and sports."

No doubt because his father paid for the brooms, Harry smirked.

"And you both have a fascination with breaking rules."

Don't I know that! Hermione yawned. Both of them were exactly alike and complete opposites. Go figure. It was going to be an interesting year.

"The Heads dormitory has been altered." Dumbledore stood, "I'll see you at the feast. Until then…" he looked pointedly at Draco and Harry. "Don't kill each other." And with that he left.

The train stopped and everyone got off, including the sullenly silent Malfoy, seething Harry, and a rather indifferent Hermione. They got into the coach and headed for the castle as the rain began pouring down.

"Well, think about it this way, there are many things that come in threes that are…" Hermione trailed off as Harry sent her a look.

"I'm sorry." She murmured.

Harry grimaced. "I can't believe," He looked at Malfoy who was sulking in the corner. "That I have anything in common with him."

Draco looked up. "Speak for yourself Potter. My father isn't going to let this stand. You'll be kicked out within a…"

Harry shot up. "Need your father to help you push your way to the top, Malfoy?"

Malfoy didn't let the Gryffindor rile him. "No…"

Harry sat back down.

"But at least I don't need to suck up to all the teachers to get what I want."

Harry sneered. "What about you and Snape, eh?"

Draco shrugged. "I happen to be good at potions, Potter, unlike you. You'd fail if it wasn't for…" He scowled at Hermione. "Your little lap dog there."

If he'd had more to say, he didn't get to as both Hermione and Harry hit him with a silencing charm, smiling as they watched him scream silently.

"Good one." Harry chuckled, leaning back.

Hermione only shrugged her shoulders. "If he wasn't such a prat this wouldn't be so bad…but…" she trailed off.

"It's going to be a long year." Harry sighed.

'Don't talk about me as if I'm not here!' Draco mouthed furiously. But he got no reaction from the Gryffindors. They couldn't hear him. Now, Draco was seething.

After he'd been released from the silencing charm, Draco sneered. "See you later."

But his escape was cut short as his worst nightmare came running up from behind. "DRACO!" Pansy squealed as she crushed her love.

"Pansy." Draco managed as he wheezed. He glared at the smirking Gryffindors. "Find something funny?" he asked as he managed to untangle the limbs that were suffocating him.

Harry and Hermione shook their heads and Draco rolled his eyes.

"Draco, I just wanted to make sure you wanted to..." Pansy giggled, winking suggestively. "Have a lollipop?"

Hermione exchanged a gagging look with Harry and they left. Draco was left to glower at their backs as Pansy walked him to the Slytherin table glaring all the while as Potter and Granger took to their seats.

"How was your summer?" asked a voice next to him. Draco didn't answer. Instead he stared at him empty plate and wished the headmaster would drop dead.

"Welcome to another year at Hogwarts!" Dumbledore waited for the clapping to die before he continued. "As always, the Forbid forest is—forbidden, go figure. Mr. Filch has posted yet another list of banned items in the hallways, if you are caught—detentions will be administered. Hmm, this year the Astronomy tower is closed to all students—please do not sneak away to go snogging." The headmaster paused. "Well, that is about it. I would like to announce our Head Boys and Girl for this year."

Draco wanted to disappear; never had he wanted to have his name associated with Potters—ever. In any form, for any reason—well, maybe if he caught the snitch for once against Potter, then he wouldn't mind so badly.

"Draco Malfoy."

The Slytherin table erupted in applause.

"Harry Potter."

For a second the Great Hall was completely silent, until Neville's fork clattered to the floor. Then, the ice broken, the Gryffindors began applauding. Draco could see Potter getting congratulatory hugs and pats.

"The Head Girl is none other than Hermione Granger."

No one seemed surprised by this, and all tables erupted in polite applause—even the Slytherin table.

Draco turned to glare at those clapping—first years—and sent them one of his patented 'I will kill you, your family, and your friends if you don't shut up' look—he was rather proud of this particular one. They stopped and he smirked. Even first years could learn in less than five seconds not to mess with the Draco Malfoy.

"Now, let there be food!"

"Thank Merlin!" Ron dived on the platters of food as they appeared. Everything was normal—simply and beautifully normal.

"You have to share a room with the prince of Slytherin?" Ginny asked slyly as Harry ate.

Harry chocked. "Eww. Ginny, don't say you're seriously into that."

Ginny licked her lips. "Mmm." I wish I were Head Girl." she looked pointedly at Hermione. "Now, Hermione's going to be getting all the action."

"Ginny!" Hermione looked at the redhead in total shock. "I will not be doing any of the things going through your head."

Ginny smirked. "You sure?"

"Absolutely." Hermione wanted to gag. "That is just disgusting."

Harry had turned green. "No kidding."

Ginny shrugged grinning. "Want a lollipop?"

Hermione and Harry glanced at each other and together screamed "NO!"

Everything remained blissfully normal.

Until the feast ended.

And the Heads were escorted to their dormitory.

Then the real trouble began.

Yeah. I know. I should be working on my other fics.

Well, I needed a breather.

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jd.