Much later, perhaps after midnight, Kagome opened her eyes. Stretching a bit, she felt someone watching hr from the shadows; and yet she felt completely safe, almost… protected. "Some inner tweaking to be worked out later," she mused, "as she definitely should not feel safe, of all things, when in a strange situation with a random person she knew nothing about staring at her." Sitting p completely, she continued stretching as she cautiously looked around the room.
"Well. That was certainly not the Hogwarts welcome I expected," she stated to the general darkness.
"And what did you expect dulceata?" a soft crooning voice asked from behind her. Taking a moment to analyze, she deduced that it was seductive in its melding of low huskiness and sweet smoothness, almost mesmerizing, and yet, powerful.
"There would have been more food, and definitely less knocked outedness" she said, turning to glance behind her. But her eyes were again caught by the green pools of the boy sitting in a chair near the fire. She was entranced by the way his Quidditch-born muscles moved as he leaned forward. After a brief silence, she continued, "On that note, where am I?"
"You are in Madame Pomfrey's domain. You… fainted at Malfoy's touch," he said, his lips twisting into a smirk.
"I do not faint." She stated this with blatant determination. At the raising of his eyebrow, she clarified, "I gracefully fall unconscious because of means beyond my control."
"Now whatever do you mean by that dulceata?" he murmured complacently.
"You know exactly what I mean… Lord Potter" she declared with a mocking smile. He smiled slightly at her challenge. "You cannot mean to deny our bond purely on racial lines?" she continued.
With that, she shook ff her glamour, revealing the pointed ears and almond- shaped eyes native to the high elves.
"And when you say our bond…?" he queried with no evidence of surprise.
He was baiting her, she realized, and so she ignored him, stretching languidly. "Oh that feels good. Those glamours itch" she whispered to the room in general.
"Lord Potter…" she started in a louder voice.
"Call me Harry, after all, I would think our… relationship calls for it."
"Fine, then you must stop calling me Romanian names that I do not understand. .My name is Kagome."
"Bloody hell! Why must you have this conversation now? Can't you let a veela get his beauty rest?" Draco demanded, sitting up and glaring at them blearily. "We're all mated together. Get over it and go back to sleep" he demanded as he pulled his covers up.
"Aren't you just the essence of romance?" she chucked. Creeping over to his bed she snuck under the covers and felt him pull her lose. " You really know how to proposition a girl," she murmured as she kissed him on the cheek.
"Do you think he's really processing this?" she whispered to Harry, "or is it just desperation for sleep?" As it was something of a rhetorical question, she was not surprised when he simply enlarged the bed and crawled in next to her, pulling them both close.
"You know, we're going to pay for this in the morning,,, dulceata" he chuckled softly, whispering into the crown of her head.
"Bloody draconian humor" she muttered as she drifted off.
She was awakened by the loud BANG of a potion glass hitting the floor. Opening her eyes she looked into the horrified eyes of a silver haired women in a nurse's uniform.
"It is much too early for histrionics," she thought darkly. Shifting to get up, she felt Draco's arm tighten around her waist.
"Let Potter deal with it" he whispered.
"You just want to watch his ass as he gets up," she whispered back.
"What can I say? I'm a veela, I appreciate the fine things in life," he said as he squinted against the light coming in from the window.
"You know, I can hear you quite well," Harry whispered conspiratorially as he got up to deal with a nurse in shock.