Disclaimer: If I owned the Harry Potter world, he wouldn't be the main character.
Draco Malfoy sauntered down the corridor to the Head Girl's room, a small, smug grin on his pale face.
This was the night.
Ever since he and his father had deserted the Dark Lord, handing over Voldemort's secrets and plans – as well as a three-foot-long list of Death Eaters – to Dumbledore, Draco had been waiting patiently for the right moment.
The moment to tell a certain Mubdl- Muggleborn best friend of the 'great' Harry Potter just how he felt about her. How he couldn't stop thinking about her; how he was willing to risk his father's wrath for thinking about being involved with one of her kind for something more than a short dalliance, if she would only give him a chance.
He stopped at the portrait guarding her rooms; a mermaid, he was amused to notice, twin of the one hanging in the Prefects' bathroom. How quaint.
An anticipatory smile lit his sharp features as he spoke the password, ignoring the malicious smirk on the mermaid's painted face. It had taken him quite a while to extract the password from that useless ingrate Dobby, but a pair of hideous knee-length neon-green- and white-striped socks, an unwanted Christmas gift from a great-aunt, had finally done the trick.
Yes, Draco thought to himself as the portrait opened, this was definitely the night, the perfect time to tell her how he felt. Finally acquiring the password to her rooms, on a day that he knew she would spend the evening locked away studying, was a sign from the gods.
He stepped through the portrait hole and looked for his prey. He frowned, a sinking feeling running through him as a pair of green silk boxers, carelessly abandoned on the floor, crossed his line of vision. Clenching his hands in nervous anticipation, he turned to the other side of the room. His smug expression abruptly soured to disbelief, and then horror. He stared blankly at the tableau before him; a small, choked shriek escaped his open mouth.
A small part of him – the part that was not busy silently shrieking in disgust at the scene in front of his eyes - wondered if the gods were laughing hysterically at this.
The other occupants of the room halted their movements, heads jerking around in unison to locate the source of the strange noises coming from the doorway.
"Erk." The woman on the bed blushed a bright shade of Gryffindor red, quickly snatching up the duvet to cover her nakedness. Large brown eyes flicked rapidly from the uninvited guest to the man beside her and back again.
With a wild-eyed look at her companion – her naked companion! - Draco let loose another strangled whimper and fled from the room. The cackling laughter of the mermaid followed him down the hallway as Hermione Granger turned to the gentleman reclining upon her bed.
"I thought you were going to tell him about… this." The brunette witch shot an accusing look at her companion, gesturing to the space between them before crossing her arms and glaring stonily at the unclothed blonde lying next to her
"I think he took it rather well," came the lazily drawled reply. Lucius Malfoy folded his arms behind his head and smirked at his lover, a devilish gleam in his grey eyes.
Notes: Don't ask where this little plot bunny came from... it just appeared on friday during my commute to work. It was roughly written down then and there, fleshed out on the way home that day, edited on the saturday, and posted on the sunday.