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Now - Draco hates the twins

Chapter Nine

Draco followed the lanky Weasley, Fred he thought, through a non-descript door toward the back of Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes. He was curious about the back room products that were either too dangerous and risqué for the regular clientele.

"Who gets to come back here?"

"The back room is only for wizards and witches who've come of age and know to ask for it," Fred answered smiling. "Of course it is all perfectly legal – strictly speaking."

Draco surveyed the shelves in this smaller, quieter room in back. Some of the products seemed similar to those out front, but had significant differences. Instead of a Skiving Snackbox, it was a Sultry Snackbox. There was something like the Ten-Tongue Toffees, but it wasn't the tongue that was enlarged. Draco noticed Fred smirking at his interest.

"Not for me, of course," Draco smiled. "Never had any trouble in that department. But I'm thinking it could be just the right Christmas gift for your youngest brother."

"Hey, only we get to make fun of Ron!" Fred's admonishment was somewhat lacking because of his laughter.

"Why do you call Granger, Missy?" Draco asked, in what he hoped was a nonchalant manner as he browsed. He had noticed the teasing glint in the twins' eyes when they used the nickname. That, coupled with her exasperation and request that they stop using that name, had made Draco quite curious.

"Oh, we didn't make that up. That was Krum," Fred smiled slyly.

"Krum?"

"He never could pronounce Hermione –always came out Hermy-own-ninny."

"But why Missy?"

"Well, Hermione refused to tell us, so of course we had to find out. A mate of ours played Quidditch with Krum and asked him. All we know is that Missy was short for Mistress."

Draco's hand paused on its journey to return the Patented Wetdream Charm back to the shelf. He turned to look at a smirking Fred, his eyebrow raised in question.

"I can only imagine what that meant, of course," Fred continued. "And what I imagine is that our Hermione has certain skills that Krum appreciated. It's not unheard of for famous, successful blokes like that to enjoy a bit of punishment."

"After spending more time with Granger, I'm beginning to see that she has depths I hadn't considered."

Fred laughed at Draco's statement.

"That may be an understatement, mate."

"Was she with Krum for long?" Draco asked, again attempting nonchalance. He made an effort to keep browsing and focus on the naughty products for sale.

"Not really," Fred shrugged, straightening the shelves. He arranged a display of Truth Juice, which had just enough Veratiserum to be quite fun – but not enough to break the law. "Of course they got together at the Tri-Wizard Tournament. But it didn't seem too serious. It wasn't exclusive at least. You seem awfully interested in our Missy there, Malfoy."

Draco just shrugged and smiled. He was definitely interested. Draco had done nothing but think about Granger and his plan to get in her knickers for two months, since the train to Hogwarts at the beginning of term. But Fred didn't need to know that.

"She's a bit different than I had anticipated," was all Draco said. Fred was eyeing him, arms folded across his chest, as if he was appraising Draco.

"If Ron was here, he'd threaten you to stay away from her," Fred smirked.

"But you aren't?"

"Oh no, Hermione can make her own choices of who she wants to spend time with. I will threaten you with horrid, ugly consequences if you hurt her in some way." Fred's wide smile had taken on a decidedly dangerous edge. "But I really don't need to. Hermione is more than capable of handling herself. I'll just come in and mess you up further, after she's done with you. I have no problem kicking you while you are down. Just remember that she has a lot of people that would have her back in a heartbeat."

"Is that it?"

"I'm sure I can come up with more for later if you like." Fred's grin was going back to his more usual playful style. Draco rolled his eyes.

"Draco," Granger called from the other side of the door. Draco turned to go to her, but Fred caught his arm, smiling.

"If you want him then you'll have to come get him from the naughty back room," Fred called back in a singsong voice. Draco heard some muttering from the other side of the door before it opened.

"There," Granger stood in the entryway, her arms crossed defiantly. But Draco noticed the sparkle in her eye. "I'm in your dirty room. Happy now, Fred?"

"You know what will make me happy, you naughty witch? You."

Fred released Draco's arm to go and lift Granger up and twirl her into the room proper, not just the entryway. Draco couldn't stop the glower on his face. He definitely did not like the way the Weasley twins touched her so freely. Granger was his!

"If you are finished manhandling the Head Girl, we do have rounds to finish." Draco was aiming for a nonchalant, imperious tone, but wasn't quite able to manage it with his jaw clenched the way it was.

"He's right, Fred. We better go," Granger sighed. Draco's scowl deepened and his fists involuntarily clenched, as Granger wound her arms around Weasley's neck. "Besides, you know I could never pick between you and George, so we may as well chalk it up as a lost cause."

"Ah, but Missy, you needn't choose between us," Fred smirked. "We know how to share."

Draco was sure he was going to crack a tooth from grinding his jaw. Granger was blushing! No one else was supposed to cause that delicious flush besides him.

"Hmm. I hadn't thought of that before," Granger finally spoke. "That is certainly tempting, but today, I've got to finish patrol with Draco."

Fred threw his head back laughing. He spared Draco a quick glance before he swept the petite Granger up into his arms and walked back out to the main part of the store. Draco wondered if an Unforgiveable Curse would work wordlessly and wandlessly, if he just thought it at Fred hard enough. The redhead hadn't seemed the least dissuaded by the murderous look on Draco's face, as he took Granger further away.

"Oi! What were you doing back there?" Draco walked out to a scowling Ron Weasley.

"Just watching your older brothers proposition your friend there," Draco stated darkly. "It really is quite indecent and disturbing, especially the part about them being willing to share her."

"They said what?"

Draco watched as Ron seemed to notice for the first time that his brother, Fred, was holding Granger in his arms across the room. Draco appreciated that Weasel's scowl deepened noticeably. Apparently, he wasn't the only one bothered by Fred's attentions. The two boys watched as Fred put Granger down on the counter, and leaned into her so that he was positioned between those glorious thighs. His closeness appeared necessary, so he could call to George, who was on the other side of the counter. Fred, however, made no move to remove himself when George approached.

The twins had their heads together, talking quietly, so only Granger could hear. Their discussion, unfortunately, left Granger sandwiched between the two. Draco fumed as he saw that flush creep up her face, and he could guess at the topic of conversation. When he saw Granger lean back, almost imperceptibly into George's chest, and saw Fred's hand move fractionally higher on her thigh, Draco felt he could not be held responsible for his actions. They needed to get away from his witch!

"What in Merlin's name are you doing!?"

Draco was surprised the angry shout didn't come from him. He turned his head to see the younger Weasley staring at the ménage-a-trois, with a deadly glare that rivaled his own. Draco watched Weasel storm over to the threesome on the store counter. He realized, in that moment, that he felt a sort of kinship with Ron, and shook his head in disgust. Empathizing with the Weasel? Granger was really doing a number on his head.

"Oh, Ron! Have a good look around?" one of the amorous twins asked, trying to affect innocence. They were quickly losing their place as Draco's least-hated Weasleys.

"Come on, Hermione," Ron reached for the witch, ignoring his brothers. "I'll walk you over to the Three Broomsticks."

"And Draco," Granger took Weasel's arm to jump off the counter. Ron just rolled his eyes at her inclusion of Draco to their plans, but seemed to be more interested in getting her away from his brothers. Draco certainly had to agree, and leveled the meddlesome twins with his best Malfoy glare. He did not appreciate the identical smirks thrown his way.

"You know where to find us, Missy," called one of the insufferable twins as Draco left with Granger and the Weasel.

"Just what were those two on about?" Ron asked, as they walked down the street, still obviously perturbed. Draco was glad he had the time to compose himself silently during the walk, and let Weasel do all the talking. "Were they inappropriate? Did they come on to you?"

"Oh, Ron, don't be silly. You know how the twins like to joke around," Granger waved a hand dismissively. Draco tried to suppress a growl.

"Didn't look too funny," Ron grumbled. Draco silently thanked Merlin for the Weasel's presence. He was saying all the things Draco was thinking.

"Giving them a reaction just encourages the twins further," Granger stated. "You know how they are. Let's forget about them and get to the Three Broomsticks. It's one of the only places we haven't been on patrol yet. And I could use a drink."

"You and me both," Draco muttered, finally finding his voice. Granger was looking at him out of the corner of her eye. Draco felt like he was being studied and he wasn't sure if he cared for the sensation. The trio entered the crowded pub and began scanning the room. Draco assumed Granger was in Head Girl mode and looking for trouble, but he was just looking for a table.

"Missy! Missy!" Draco registered a deep voice calling across the room. The twins called Granger Missy, but they had left them back at their shop.

"Oh, shite!" Weasel exclaimed, as Granger tensed next to Draco. Draco followed their gaze only to land on Viktor Krum. The famed Bulgarian Seeker was headed right toward them.

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