Triple Trouble

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Chapter 7

Chloe's POV

Well that plan went well.

Not.

After dinner Draco hasn't laid a hand off my person. As of now, we are finishing up assignments in his dorm. We're both sprawled on his bed with my feet on his pillows and his head resting on my back with his feet pressed against the stonewall. How he's comfy remains a mystery.

"I knew Snape was in too good of a mood today. I saw that little gleam in his eye the moment I walked in his class. I walked into his classroom and saw his beady little eyes twinkling. How do you make your eyes twinkle?" I use my wand as a book mark before slamming the tomb closed. Draco chuckles.

"What brought Snape's face to mind?"

"It just popped into my head. How'd the prefect's meeting go?" He only left me for ten minutes, only after making me promise I'd stay in his dorms. I can't help it, I'm promise keeper. If I broke a promise, I'd be a promiser who breaks promises. That's right. So instead I'm a promiser who keeps promises. I'm tired, can you tell?

He shifts so he can reach over and fiddle with my braid. "Nothing special. Granger reminded the prefects of the upcoming dance next week and reminded the organizers to be fully prepared come Friday, yaddiyadda. Have a great day, see yall next time."

I grin. "You sound so excited. You not a dancing type of guy?"

He grins in return, his hand sliding up to my neck. "I am as long as I'm dancing the night away with you." With me? Uh-oh. Wow, this just got awkward.

"Umm Draco?" I bite my lip nervously as he kisses me behind my ear.

"Hmm?" He gently nips my neck, making me blush. He's really not helping here.

"Um, about the dance. I… I already have a date." He freezes. Pulling back, the hand on my neck tightens.

"With me, right?" His eyes are worried now. Oh man, now I feel like I just shot Bambi. Hermione made me watch that show and I cried for an hour. i hate that Disney show.

"Actually," I reach for his unoccupied hand and play with his fingers. "I'm going with Quinn Johnson. You know him, he's on the Hufflepuff Quidditch team… a Chaser I believe." I don't look up from his hand.

"When did he ask you?"

"A week before you got soaked in the love potion." I whisper. Oh shit, I feel tears coming to my eyes. Draco's hand rubs gently against my neck.

"Were… are you dating him? Cause if you are, you're kind of cheating on him by being here with me." I shake my head.

"He's just a friend Draco." Oh no, a feel a tear slipping down my cheek. Why am I crying? I rarely cry. I haven't done anything wrong!

Draco wraps both arms around me and rolls us so I'm on top of him, crying into his shirt. "Shhh, don't cry pretty girl." I look down to his smiling face. Ah, now I feel like a sissy. Only sissies cry when they've done nothing wrong. I'm a Hufflpuff! No, a puff. That is what I am right now.

"I don't even know why I'm crying." I sniff loudly, wiping my red eyes. Draco snorts softly.

"You're my little Hufflepuff on a guilt trip. Don't worry, I'll deal with Johnson." Reaching over my head he pulls my elastic out, taking a few pieces of my hair with it!

"Ow! What was that for?" I rub my head lightly. Draco laughs, running his long fingers through my kinky hair.

"I like your hair down." He let my hair fall in front of my face, my black-purple hair at the moment. I laugh.

"This is why I keep my hair in a braid, it's wild and bushy."

Draco stops smiling. "Your hair is not bushy. Granger has a bushy head, Potter is slightly bushy. Yours is full of volume and smells like honeydew." He pulls me down and plants a firm kiss on my mouth. I kiss him slowly, fingering his hair lightly. He slowly draws away. "Merlin I love you." What?

I freeze. "Umm Draco. That's going a bit too far, don't you think?" He smiles knowingly.

"I can wait. Now, it's time for bed." Rolling me over, he walks to his dresser and pulls out one of his silk PJ shirts. Yes, the guy has silk to wear to bed. Though I've never seen him wear it. The shirt is dark green, quite a pretty colour actually.

I purse my lips. "You don't actually expect me to wear that thing are you? Let me go to my room and get my-" He shakes his head, smiling a pure evil smile.

"I don't think so love. I'd rather not have Francine or Olisa coming back here claiming to be you. That was difficult enough during dinner." I tilt my head to the side.

"How'd you know who I was?" He hands me the shirt and pushes me towards his bathroom.

"Go change."

"Yes boss." Closing the door behind me and stripping, I ask him again.

"How'd you know who was who?" I pull the silk over my head. It might as well have been a dress. The tail ends reached just above my knees. Nice. I step out to find Draco in nothing but his boxers, already climbing into bed.

I bounded over to him, plopping beside him and smacking his bare chest. "Tell me you."

He laughs, pulling me under the covers and wrapping both arms securely around me.

"You really want to know?" I roll my eyes.

"No, but tell me anyways."

His mouth presses against my ear, his voice a dead whisper. "Francine is too tall. Olisa smells of Jasmine perfume and is too bulky." He kisses my cheek, his hand rubbing against my stomach. "You, Chloe Shelton smell of honeydew, clean soap, and are my tiny pixie girl." With that, he snuggles down with his face buried into my hair.

I pout. How dare he call me a pixie! And how dare he call Olisa bulky! She's curvy like nobody's business!

Luna's POV

"You put Quinn in the sick ward!? How could you be so stupid!? Hufflepuff has a match this Saturday you dolt! How wounded is he?" Chloe has Draco Malfoy pressed up against a wall and by the looks of it, Draco appears to be quite nervous. I squeeze Neville's hand tightly, watching the scene unfold.

"What on earth did he ever do to deserve to have the bones and muscles of his legs collapse? What did he ever do to you!?"

Draco gulps, smoothing his hair confidently. "Chloe darling, you are agitated. You mustn't be so harsh on me darling."

"Don't you darling me. Why did you hex him?"

"Hex him darling?"

She rolls her eyes. "Yes damn it. Don't bother denying it, Harry told me the whole thing." I heard along the lines of, Potter… death… worse…Voldy… etc. He's really quite negative. I wonder if it's due to the Jigglebugs. They always make people moody on Tuesday mornings.

"Darling you mustn't frown so, the rise of your blood pressure can't be healthy."

Her wand is now pressed against his chest, right above his bellybutton I believe. She begins poking him with each word. "One" poke "more" poke "darling" poke "out" poke "of" poke "you" poke "and" poke "I" poke "will" poke "smother" poke "you" poke "while" poke "you're" poke "sleeping." And the grand finale, poke. Draco visibly gulps.

"Chloe darl- sweetie." He rests a hand on the side of her head, stroking downward. "The hex isn't too severe. Johnson will still play this Saturday and be none the wiser."

Chloe sighs impatiently, ignoring the crowd that has circulated around them. "I'm going to ask you one more time. Why did you hex him in the first place?"

"It was a warning to him."

"Elaborate Malfoy."

He hesitates before muttering. "To not go to the dance with you next week." Now he's done it.

"You warned him off! Are you insane? What am I? Your possession or something?! Am I not allowed to make up my own mind on anything anymore?"

"Of course you can Chloe-"

"But only when it's convenient for you, am I right? Only when you approve of the decision!" Chloe fumes before whirling to the large crowd. "Buzz off!" Everyone scatters, some pretending to not have been listening in by whistling as they walk. They're not very smart this bunch.

She turns slowly back to Draco Malfoy. "Now Malfoy. You are going to rectify this situation. You are going to march your little behind down to Madame Pomfreys, go to Quinn's sick bed, and apologize profusely until he wholeheartedly forgives you."

Draco's eyes widen, his arms crossing across his chest. "No way in hell-"

"MOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Wow, beside me Neville looks ready to faint. I don't blame him. It's like an angry Hermione and Molly Weasley rolled into one tiny little Hufflepuff. "March Malfoy!" Guess what? He's marching down the hall, heck he's fleeing down the hall, I can hear Chloe following him in encouragement. "Hup 2-3-4. Hup 2-3-4. Hup 2-3-4."

"She'd make a very good… what does Hermione call them? Drill sergant." Neville states, smiling slightly.

I smile as well. "That's our Chloe."

Hufflepuffs kick butt! I took one of those House tests on the Internet and I've been placed in Hufflepuff. You guys ever try it? Don't forget to review my lovely readers and reviwers.