It's Not a Damn Art Gallery

Draco groaned; he hated Wednesdays. Double Potions, Transfiguration and Muggle Studies did not add up to a good day. Rolling over, he hit the cold flagstones of the floor.

"Decorating tire you out, Ferret?" He knew that voice. What was he doing here?

"I can sleep on the couch if I wish to, Weasley. You, however, probably can't afford a bed. I also don't remember ever inviting you into my common room so get out. Now." Ron's face reddened. He started reaching for his wand but a hand pulled it out of his grasp.

"Don't even try it, Ron. He's just baiting you. Cursing him isn't worth a week's worth of detentions."

"Getting Granger to fight your battles now? Bet you couldn't even think up a curse good enough to earn a week of detentions. No, make that a day." Expecting Ron to resort to violence of some sort, he was surprised when it was Hermione who turned on him, prodding him in the chest.

"Cut that out right now. I have absolutely no patience for this petty squabbling. You're a Prefect and you're Head Boy so act like it. You aren't children and the War is over! Grow up!" She was red in the face and panting slightly. Ron looked crestfallen and Draco had the appearance of being slapped. Did Granger just tell him off? Him? Draco Malfoy?

Grabbing a clean shirt and the required books he stormed from the room, not forgetting to shoulder Granger roughly and give the portrait guarding the door abuse. He still hadn't donned his shirt when he was driven off course by a body running into him.

"Granger, what is your problem?"

"My problem! I wasn't the one who just stamped out of a room because they were told to stop acting immature!"

"And I wasn't the one who invited Weasley into the Common Room in the first place! Can't you meet up with your boyfriend somewhere else, Granger? Somewhere that isn't private?"

"He's not my boyfriend and the Common Room isn't just yours, it's ours!"

"Exactly! Weasley should never be in there! I don't want him seeing those drawings!" Draco blushed.

"So this is about your drawings! What's so significant about them that they have to be kept secret? You should be proud of them and be glad that someone else apart from me had the chance to see them!" Draco turned even redder. He wasn't really sure why he had been so angry that Weasley had seen his artwork. He had a nagging suspicion though that it was because he hadn't drawn those griffins for Weasley; he had drawn them for her. It's not as if she would know that he never showed anyone his work never mind carry out a request. Did he even know why he did it? Yes: because she had asked him to.

"Draco, are you even going to answer me?" Well what could he say? Sorry I acted childishly but the drawings were sort of a private gift and you paraded them for Weasley? He could never say that. A Ravenclaw 6th year passed at that moment, giggling at Draco's embarrassment and lack of clothing and Hermione's flushed appearance. Realising his state of dress and becoming flustered, she asked "Malfoy, can you please just put your shirt on?" He slowly obeyed, carefully thinking over his next words.

"It's not a damn art gallery, Granger. How would you feel if you wrote me a letter and I sent copies to the entire of Slytherin House?" He tore his gaze from the brown-haired girl in front of him, spun on his heel and strolled off in the direction of the dungeons. Hermione remained there, confused and late for class.