A/N- So yes, I have started yet another story, oops! This one is for the Scars and Stories Competition, I claimed Scars and Stories and Run For Your Life. So yeah, creative title I know, haha. Basically this is going to be a set of drabbles, one of which including the prompt I've been given. Give me your feedback please; I'd love to hear from any of you.
"No! We are not letting Malfoy join the order, are you barking mad?" Ron yelled, going an unsightly shade of red.
Everyone was sat around the kitchen table at Grimmauld Place, arguing with each other right in front of Draco.
"No!"
"Why not?"
"He could spy for us!"
"Actually- I can't, they know I'm a traitor…" He drawled, leaning calmly against the door frame.
Everyone went silent for a couple of seconds, but then chose to ignore him and carried on arguing.
"Give the boy a chance!"
"Definitely not!"
"This is absurd!"
Anger was growing in the pit of Hermiones stomach, this was embarrassing. "Everyone, shut up!" She boomed, slamming her hands down on the table.
"Nice Granger, very nice." He smirked at her in that infuriating way.
She rolled her eyes, wishing she'd just let them go on arguing. "Right. Let us have a vote. I'll outline the pro's and con's for you all. Pro's- He has inside knowledge, he thinks like a death eater, he knows the death eaters and a lot about it all. He is a good occlumens, legilimens, and very good at combat and healing." Hermione felt slightly sick at how many good things she could say about him.
"Oh, so you do pay attention to me? Knew it." He winked at her from his position at the door.
"Shut up Malfoy!" Ron growled from across the table.
"Be quiet boys, now!" Their mouths snapped shut quickly.
"Cons. He could be a spy, he is an arrogant prick, most of you hate him, he's prejudiced, and pretty dangerous to actually take into battle..." Well, the pro's outdid the con's. She wasn't even sure if she wanted him, but their numbers weren't too great and they needed anyone they could get.
"I'm hurt Granger." He put a hand to his heart, rolling his eyes.
Collectively, Harry, Ron, Seamus and Dean yelled at him to shut up.
"Okay, vote now. Those in favour, hands up!" All seven adults put their hands up, then Luna, then Neville, then Dean, then Seamus, then Lavender, Pavarti, Padma and Hannah. That left Harry, Ron, Ginny and the Weasley brothers to vote.
"I vote him in." Hermione sighed.
"Who votes against then?" George Bill and Ron raised their hands.
"Ginny and Harry?"
"Indifferent," Ginny said, looking to Harry as he nodded with her.
"Okay, so he's in." She sighed, waiting for the abuse to come at her.
Ron muttering "This is bollocks." was all she heard though.
Draco grinned, "You're all going to love me."
"Shut up and sit down." Hermione pointed to the nearest chair. "Who's he rooming with?"
"You, you always have a room to yourself," Said Ginny in a matter-of-fact way.
Seriously? She was going to room with Malfoy? "Ugh! Okay, I'll show you too our room..." She rolled her eyes.
"I always liked you best." He chuckled.
"I like that story; I liked you like that…" She was on her back in the bed, staring at the ceiling.
"Like what?" He frowned.
"A prick. It was fun. Challenging…"
He couldn't help but laugh. "You were the only person who enjoyed me like that. I didn't even enjoy acting like that."
"I don't think I want to do this story thing..."
"McGonagall says it will be good for you." He sighed, brushing the hair out of her face.
"Why do the stories have to be about you?..." She hadn't blinked since he'd been sitting with her, it was unnerving.
He wasn't aloud to tell her the real reason. "It's easiest. We room together; they figured we must have a lot of shared memories…" He hated lying to her. They thought if she could talk about things that caused her pain then she'd be able to repress the memories properly.
They must think he caused her a lot of pain then.
"I don't like remembering…" She was suddenly out like a light.
Me neither Hermione, me neither.
Harry poked his head through the door, "How is she?"
"Not good Harry. Not good at all."