Cupboard Noises
By PhoenixFelicis
A/N: Hey ho!
I am so sorry about not updating for this story and putting it on hold guys. I have been seriously busy with my papers and homework, and trying to find some time for this story has been difficult. I appreciated that you guys have been exceedingly patient for this… A lot of you guys want to know what happened in the broom cupboard between Hermione and Draco, and this chapter shall finally explain all. Unfortunately, this is the end of the Cupboard Noises story, but for those who subscribed me as their favorite author and everything, be sure to check for my new story, Twins and Brothers, coming soon! (I'm still working on it though.)
Personally, I'd like to thank everyone who's reviewed, favorited, and alerted my story, because this is my first story on the website. It totally makes me proud to see people look at my story and think that it's cool. I honestly feel welcome to the Fanfic site! So yeah, thank you soooo much, and I hope you'll enjoy the conclusion of this story and my next ones in the future!
Summary: The noise going on behind the doors of the broom cupboard are so suspicious….Oh what are we to do?
Disclaimer: For all my Harry Potter fanfics, J.K. Rowling is the owner, and I'm just reveling in her brilliance. Just face it, she's awesome, y'know?
Okay, on with the story!
"Merlin's pants, Harry? Ron?" said Hermione.
"Dear, Merlin! Blaise, Theo?" said Draco.
"What're you guys doing here?" they said together.
All four of the boys looked dead embarrassed at being caught.
"Uhh, we- we were just-"
"Going to the library to look for you two, but I guess we're good! So like those American Muggle hippies say, 'Peace Out dude'!" Blaise and Theodore ran in the opposite direction of the library and didn't stop until they made it to the dungeons. That left Harry and Ron gobsmacked. Trust Slytherins to bail at the last minute.
"So, Potty and Weasel. What's your excuse?" Draco said.
"Same thing, ferret," Ron said stiffly.
"Why are your cheeks red like that? You guys looked awfully embarrassed," Hermione observed.
"Oh screw this," Harry said. "We heard you two in there! What're you thinking, 'Mione?"
"WHAT!" Hermione and Draco said.
"Yeah, we all know that Malfoy's a freakin' ferret, so why were you banging him in the closet!" Ron exclaimed.
"And why were you discussing our penises in there? I don't need anybody knowing that! So stop talking about how big they are," Harry nearly screamed red with embarrassment.
Both Draco and Hermione stood with their mouths open. This might've been the most ruddy embarrassing conversation ever, because by now students and staff were pouring out the Great Hall to see what the commotion was about between Slytherin and Gryffindor now. As they listened in on the conversation, they were astounded. The staff decided to let this play out and not intervene until the hexes came out, but you could see how intrigued they were.
"Wow, Weasley and Potter's got some big broomsticks?"
"Damn, who knew they had the equipment? Dayum!"
"Shit, who knew that Weasley and Potter were packing an extra-large wand?"
However, don't let it be said that the teachers weren't responsible.
After muttering "Sonorus!" to have her voice carry out through the Great Hall, Professor McGonagall said, "All student return to your dormitories. This is a matter of privacy for these students, in which our presence is not allowed. If I see any students walking about I will take ten points per student according to house. That is all."
Ron then took advantage of this point by saying "That's it, nothing to see folks…. What are you doing, you stupid sods, get the stepping! You heard McGonagall, the show's bloody over you dumbasses!"
As the Hall cleared out, Harry continued the discussion at hand. "So, why were you in the cupboard anyway?"
"Honestly, I wanted to see Draco's broomstick," Hermione said sheepishly and then looked appalled at the look on Harry and Ron's face. "Wait, no, I didn't mean it like that!"
"Then what did you mean, then?" Ron said, looking like his heart was about to give out. Honestly, this was beginning to be a lot more than he could take.
"Yeah, just spit it out. If you and Malfoy weren't having a shag in the closet, then what were you doing in there?" Harry said wearily.
"Oh, alright, I was asking Draco to borrow the new broomstick he bought and was checking it out in the boom closet. I wanted to make sure it was a good deal because we were going to be flying together on Saturday, remember? I didn't have one, so I needed to borrow one. I was in the broom closet as a secret transfer point so that no one found out about our deal."
"You borrowed from Malfoy of all people?" Harry asked.
"Screw that! Since when are you on a first name basis with Draco bloody Malfoy?" Ron screeched.
"Oh shut up, both of you, it's not like we're dating," Hermione said tiredly.
"And you better well not," Ron growled. "I swear Malfoy, you ever touch her again, and I'll cut your bloody balls off."
"Ooh, violent are we Weasley? Well, if you do decide to—oh what is it again? 'Cut my bloody balls off'—I can only guess that they'll be two more than you already have, hmm?" Draco said dryly as Ron jumped at him and Harry tried to hold him back. "Make sure that you take care of the merchandise though, because even if you got those through illegal means," Draco said in his face, goading in on even further, which resulted in fully pissing him off even more, "The Malfoy balls will still have more worth than you could get your hands on." He backed out of Ron's face, smirk set in place over successfully pissing him off.
"Come on Ron, he's a dick. He's not worth it," Harry said soothingly, trying to get Ron to relax so that no House points will be taken if he decides to thump Malfoy now, even though later he might set him loose.
"Yeah, I guess not," Ron said in a submissive voice, and then smiled nastily to Draco. Twenty points from Slytherin for being a total dick to a prefect," Ron said, and then he and Harry happily skipped back to Gryffindor Tower in a happy mood over Slytherin's loss of House points. You could totally tell that they were all for anything that took that prick down a peg, or four.
Draco seethed at the points loss, and then looked to Hermione, moving to embrace her. "You know, you're gonna have to tell them sometime, right?"
"Well maybe, but that sometime isn't right now," Hermione said as she moved into Draco's arms.
"How very Slytherin of you," Draco smirked, and then painted a soft kiss along her lips.
"So, do Potter and Weasley really have big broomsticks?" Draco asked, waggling his eyebrows in time with the suggestive innuendo.
"Well, how about we go back into that broom closet and we make a comparison, then?" Hermione asked suggestively.
Draco gave a dirty grin. "Bring the ruler," he said huskily, as they make their way back to the cupboard, his new broom on the ground, forgotten in their lust.
A/N: And that's it folks, Hope you have a very Happy Thanksgiving! And don't forget to look out for my new story, Twins and Brothers, coming soon! If any of you think I should turn this one story into a series, let me know; I'd be happy to oblige. Thank you guys so much!
Phoenix :D
