The morning afterwards didn't go so pleasant for Draco. Come to think of it, the entire night hadn't gone so well for him either. He was up half the night listening to the not so soothing sounds of Hermione getting fucked by Weasley in the room two doors down from his. He had put his pillow atop his head so he wouldn't have to hear things like, 'oh, Ron, God, yes, give it to me...'
"Sodding g'night this is..." Draco grumbled, turning over in his bed.
When morning came, and the three settled down for breakfast in the dining area, Hermione couldn't look Draco in the eye. Her glance actually appeared somewhere to the left of him, as to not see the hate form in his pupils. Ron strolled over with some rather odd-shaped pancakes and some scrambled eggs in a bowl.
"Why are the eggs in a bowl?" Draco asked, no expression in his voice. He yawned, stretching as he did so. "They should be on a plate."
"I could put them on your face..." Ron pulled his arm back, but Hermione grabbed the bowl just in time and sat it on the table with the pancakes. "So Malfoy, sleep well?"
Draco looked at Hermione, who was now somehow fixated on her pancake that was shaped like a lamp. "Yeah, and you?"
"Just peachy." Both men's voices were grumpy and slightly sarcastic.
"I bet you were..." Draco sneered. He couldn't take it anymore. "Tell me, when you're making love to Ms. Granger here, who do you fantasize about more; Potter or your father?" He took a big bite out of his eggs, smirking.
"I don't know, Malfoy," Ron said cooly, "When was the last time you were able to jerk off in peace? Because surely you don't get any... can't say 'Want to come in and see my big wand?'"
Draco's movements became very sharp and erratic as he took a sip of his orange juice. "Actually, Weasley, the line is, 'want to come over and see my broomstick collection.' And it works every time." Hermione kicked Draco's leg underneath the table. "Oh, you should really work on whose name you're yelling during sex. 'God, Potter!' Isn't an option."
"You fucking take that back!" Ron said, standing up and causing the eggs on his plate to go flying to the floor.
"I will not!" Draco stood up as well, showing he wasn't afraid of the fiery red head in front of him.
"Don't you ever mention Harry again! You're – You're not fit to even speak his name, you slimy, two-timing, good for nothing..."
"That's enough!" Hermione shouted, her eyes becoming very red from holding back tears. "You will not mention Harry again unless its decent and you will not call him a two-timing good for nothing whatever you were going to say! Now if you boys will kindly shut up, I'm going to check on Blaise." She picked up some pancakes, put them on a plate, and stormed in the direction of Blaise's seclusive room.
"See what you did?" Ron grumbled, his face turning red.
"Oh, what I did? Its what I did, is it?" Draco crossed his arms. "Honestly, Weasley, have you ever considered enlargement spells to help with your... little weasel?"
"Why I oughtta..."
"You oughtta what?" Came a voice from the side of the room. When both men turned to look, they found it was none other than Neville Longbottom, covered in ash and dust.
"Where's Creevy?" Draco snapped. The front door opened and there stood Colin Creevy, with a camera around his neck and a big grin on his face. "We've got the photographs we need to prove Crabbe and Goyle innocent."
"Longbottom, what happened to you?" Draco said, ignoring Colin.
"Just an accident..." Neville said quietly. "You know..."
"Right." Draco nodded, but still didn't give a shit whatsoever. "We caught Zabini."
"You? Caught Zabini? By 'we' you mean Hermione and Ron, right?" Colin sprang up.
"No. By 'we' I mean Hermione and me."
"Hermione and I." A feminine voice came from the side. Hermione emerged, with Blaise behind her.
"Hermione, watch out!" Colin shouted, pulling his wand out.
"Calm down, Colin, its okay. I let him out." She smiled proudly.
"Why?" All four men asked together.
"Because his memory's been modified, and he cant remember a thing." She hinted to the boys. "So keep your sodding mouths shut, alright?" She especially looked to Ron in this moment.
No one knew how to react.
"How much did you modify his memory?" Draco whispered to Hermione, as Blaise picked up a book off of the living room coffee table and began to read it... upside down. Neville and Colin had gone upstairs to sleep, and Ron was cleaning up breakfast in the kitchen.
"I didn't mean to modify it that much... I just meant to erase anything related to Lucius."
"So..." Blaise spoke, still reading the upside down book with earnest, "Who are you?"
"Psh, seems like you erased more than things related to my father," Draco smirked. "I'm Salazar Slytherin and this is Helga Hufflepuff."
"Don't listen to him," Hermione glared, "I'm Hermione, and this is Draco... Right! - We're part of am alliance against Lucius Malfoy... do you know that name?"
"I barely even remember my own name, let alone some cat named Lucifer Maltoy..."
"Lucius Malfoy." Draco corrected him, twitching slightly. He didn't care if his father was a scheming bastard, the name had to be said right. Evil or no.
"Yeah, whatever," Blaise said, setting the book down. "Ouch... my hand really hurts..." Blaise looked to his hand, which was ironically intact (Hermione had done a good job repairing it). "So what's this alliance thing? And why's Lucington-"
"Lucius," Draco seethed.
"-Yeah, Lucius, such a bad guy?"
"Sit down, Blaise," Hermione said, offering him a spot on the sofa. "I'm not exactly how to explain this to you... what's the last thing you remember?"
"I don't know... I suppose... The end of the War... I remember the celebrations in the streets for weeks..."
"And after that?" Draco leaned in.
"Nothing." Blaise scanned the room for some glint of hope. "What... What day is it?"
"More like what year is it..." Draco said, walking over to the recliner next to the T.V. "Face it, Hermione, you killed his brain cells. He remembers the end of the War, but he doesn't even remember us!"
"Blaise," Hermione began, "Your memory... has been modified... quite a bit... its been two years since the War's been over. We thought that everything was going to be alright... but we were wrong. A few weeks later Harry Potter disappeared... the last time I saw him he said he was going to visit his parents' gravestones for the first time. Cho Chang, his girlfriend at the time, went with him... It was just a little ways out... I didn't think anything bad was going to happen... Voldemort had been defeated and all... But then we found Cho's body in a woods three miles away from the cemetery... We never found Harry."
"Don't leave out the gruesome details, Granger, he needs to know all of it."
Hermione choked by a small sigh, as if to not re-live the painful memories at hand. "Cho's eyes were stabbed out and then sewn shut with magic. They also cut out her tongue and..."
"Chopped off her ears." Draco chimed in. "See no evil, speak no evil, hear no evil. Loads of people thought Potter was the one to do it himself, but the ones who knew him knew better. Potter was kidnapped."
"Don't give out false hope..." Came Ron's voice from the side. "You know he's probably dead..."
"How did I become the optimistic one in all of this?" Draco rolled his eyes. "Are you with us so far?"
"Yeah... I think so..." Blaise nodded, looking to his cramped hand. "Why do I have a ring on this finger?"
"You're married, Blaise." Hermione said calmly. "To Pansy Parkinson."
"That slut?" Exclaimed Blaise.
"I know, big shock for me too," Draco agreed.
"You have a child... he's a year old. -But... he's in danger."
"From Lucius." Blaise said at last.
"Right." She nodded. "Lucius is a dangerous fellow... he's not to be trusted. He's murdered children before... he's sacrificed people for his own sick, twisted pleasure."
"Don't even get Weasley started on his little sister..." Draco whispered. "Really."
"And he wants to take over our world..." Hermione pressed on, making sure Ron did not hear Draco's comment. We'll save that little story for later as well. "The problem is -he's winning. Without Harry... we're defenseless... But you can help us."
"How?" Blaise inquired.
"Here." Hermione said, "Give me your left arm." Blaise looked to Draco as if to ask, 'is it okay?' When Draco nodded, Blaise slowly outstretched his arm, where Hermione took it quickly and flipped it over so his palms were facing upward. Then she lifted his sleeve to show a small tattoo of a crimson snake on his wrist. It ran three inches up his arm, following the blood flow from the main artery. "You were with Lucius. He probably conned you into believing that Pure Bloods were the only ones worth living on this earth for – or maybe he threatened your life. But whatever reason, you were with him. We modified your memory to save you..."
"Save me?" Blaise snapped. "Save me? You made me forget who I am! How the hell is that saving me?"
"He's got a point." Draco smirked.
"Shut up." Hermione snapped at him. "Blaise you're going to have to work with us or we're not going to keep you alive. Do you understand?"
Blaise gulped. "Ye-Yeah. I understand. Gees... this is all so overwhelming..."
"You'll get used to it." Draco said, scratching his head.
"Did you get your memory erased?" Blaise sounded hopeful.
"Huh?" Draco said. "Oh, no. I meant you'll get used to Granger's annoying voice." He smirked. Hermione gave him a frown that said 'wait till later, Mr.' "Come on, I'll show you your room. And on the way I'll explain how the six of us got stranded together."
"Six? There's only five of you, if my counting hasn't been erased as well..."
"You haven't met the sixth annoying addition to our little... family." Family came very raw out of Draco's mouth, leaving a slimy residue on his tongue. "Ginny Weasley will be back in a few days... That's the red head's sister..." And so with that Draco led Blaise up the staircase to talk about the morals of life, liberty, and the pursuit of revenge.