"Mione, are you okay?"
I looked up. "Hmm?"
Ginny looked at me worriedly. "Are you okay? You're really quiet today,"
I hadn't even realized that I haven't said a word since breakfast. My mind has been focused on Draco today. "I'm sorry," I mumbled. Sighing, I tucked my hair behind me ear and smiled. "Just a little bit distracted with Head duties and stuff. Draco and I have to plan a Halloween party for next month," I said, half lying. I mean, I did have to plan a party, I just wasn't distracted from it though. I kept thinking about what happened last night. How could I be so stupid?
"Oh," Ginny frowned. "Well, I guess you'll just have to suck it up. C'mon 'Mione. We have to go watch the big game today!"
I inwardly groaned as Ginny dragged me to the quidditch field. I had forgotten about the big Slytherin versus Gryffindor game until Ginny brought it up. Of course I was going to have to cheer for Slytherin like any girlfriend would, but let's all remember that I'm only fake dating the bigot.
"Blaise and Pansy Parkinson said you can sit next to them," Ginny said, other wise known as saying,'They'll make sure the others won't tear you to shreds.'
I sat between the two Slytherin, who smiled at me as if we had always been friends.
"So how are you and Draco?" Pansy giggled.
I felt myself blush, thinking about the thing last night, AGAIN. "Good," I said with a fake grin. "How's you and Ginny, Blaise?" I asked, cocking my head.
Blaise coughed. "Oh, well, fine, you know..." He mumbled.
Pansy rolled her eyes at him. "He's always shy about his emotions towards his girlfriends," She mused.
I saw her look at him with a faraway look in her eyes. Did she have a thing for the Italian? Wait... Weren't they, like, dating before or something? Oh Merlin. Did they break up just for me and Draco to get together?
Guilt was all I could think about. Suddenly I realized the game started and looked for Harry and Draco. They were looking around for the snitch, and I saw it out of the corner of my eye. I pointed it out to Pansy and she immediately stood up.
"IT'S RIGHT THERE YOU LAZY BUM!" Pansy barked.
I doubled over in giggles as Draco took off, Harry following hot on his heels (or should I say broom? Hehehe.) Without realizing it, I found myself cheering with Pansy. We shouted and grinned, yelling for Draco to get the snitch already.
"And Malfoy gets the snitch! Slytherin wins!"
Pansy and I cheered and laughed. We hurried down to see Draco, not even thinking about Blaise, who was left behind.
"Finally you got it!" Pansy joked.
I smiled and mentally took a note about how hot Draco looked. WAIT! No Hermione! You should not be thinking of him this way! Bad 'Mione. Very bad 'Mione! "Yeah. Any longer and I'd break up with you," I said jokingly, smiling as I did so.
Draco pouted. "Hm. If I'd known any better, I'd say you were only dating me for my impeccable good looks,"
I laugh. "Yeah, well how you smell right now isn't really that attractive," I said scrunching up my noes.
Draco grinned evilly and my eyes widened. Before I could do anything, Draco pulled me into a full fledged bear hug. I squealed and laughed, effortlessly hitting Draco's chest.
"Stop it!" I laughed.
"Alright, alright, Malfoy. Don't make her smell as bad as you," Harry smirked, pulling me away from the stinky Slytherin.
Malfoy chuckled and kissed my forehead. I felt myself slightly blush. "You two go shower. There's a celebration party later, remember?" I asked, trying to get the attention away from me. As the two left, Ginny ran up to me and Pansy with a grin.
"Let's get ready to party!"
I watched how Ginny and Pansy looked amazing in every dress they wore, yet I couldn't look good in any.
"Try this," Pansy tossed a black dress at me and I changed into it with a sigh.
Ginny and Pansy whistle and nodded. "That's the dress."
I looked in the mirror and bit my lip. The dress was strapless with a sweetheart neckline. It was a little tight at the middle of my waist, but flowed out at the bottom. Tiny sparkles were scattered at the bottom, making the dress look even better. Sadly, it ended mid-thigh. It was too short.
"It needs to be a bit longer guys," I said.
Pansy and Ginny shook their head. "Ugh uh 'Mione. You look smoking hot the way the dress is. Keep it like that," Ginny said stubbornly.
I pouted. "Then I'm not going,"
Ginny and Pansy glared at me. "You will go to the party and fucking enjoy it. Here, if you're going to complain, wear this,"
Pansy chucked a pair of fishnet leggings at me. By the look on her face, I knew that this was the best I was going to get form them. Slipping it on, I sat down in a chair and let the two work on me. They were arguing about my makeup, and I wanted to say I didn't want it. But one look at their furious faces and my mouth shut tight. No way was I going to stand in their way.
"Fine. How about a natural look?" Pansy said calmly.
Ginny paused for a moment, then nodded. After they were done, I looked back into the mirror and bit my lip. I thought I looked pretty damn good.
"You may thank us later. Meanwhile, our dates are waiting for us," Ginny said giggling.
I frowned. "Wait. Pansy, who's your date?"
Pansy blushed. "Harry," She mumbled. I gasped in shock.
Her and Harry? I couldn't see them together. WAIT. Yeah, I could. They actually would look cute as a couple now that I think of it. But why would she go with Harry? I got why she was nice to me and Ginny since we're dating her best friends, but Harry wasn't dating anyone.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, shocker. Now can we go?"
*Draco's POV*
Where were the girls already? The fricken party started an hour ago!
"Relax, mate. They'll be here-"
The portrait door opened and out came three stunning girls. Only one caught my eye though.
Damn. I never thought Granger could look even more hot than she was. Whatever Pansy and Ginny did to her, they were geniuses.
"Do I look okay?" Hermione asked, biting her lip nervously.
I chuckled. Was she kidding me? "Okay? You look bloody brilliant,"
I saw her blush and thought she looked even more cute than she already was. Weasel really doesn't know what he's missing out on.
We walked to the room of requirement and a door appeared. Walking in, all eyes were on us. I suddenly felt like I should keep Hermione close to me. No way would I let the other Slytherin guys get a hold of her. There's no telling what they'd do. Sure, we were all found innocent, but c'mon. We're Slytherin for Merlin's sake!
"Why is everyone staring at me?" Hermione whispered.
"Because you look better than everyone else," I whispered in her ear.
I saw her blush again and chuckled. "Let's go celebrate. And if I were you, don't drink to punch," I advised. No doubt someone spiked it. A drunk Head Girl is the last thing I need. Or worse. A mad drunk Head Girl.
We split up, her going to her friends, me going to mine. I couldn't help but to see Weasley staring at her though.
"Wow Malfoy. For a mudblood, she sure cleans up well," Nott smirked.
I let out a growl and snarled at him. "Don't call her that, Nott," I spat. "Not if you want to get hexed to hell and back."
Theodore Nott just let out a laugh and slapped me on the back. "Kidding, mate. Merlin, you need to ease up,"
That's when I realize that he was right. Theo doesn't really care about blood. Even before the war, he still didn't care. I knew that, so why did I snap at him like that?
"Granger's really got you whipped, huh?" Theo chuckled.
Blaise snickered, but tried to hide it when I shot him a glare. Prat. I sighed and looked at Hermione from across the room. She was smiling and laughing, making her seem so innocent. "Look at her Nott, and tell me you wouldn't be mad at what you just said," I said.
When I got no answer, I smirked. "Exactly," I sighed, turning back to him and Blaise.
"So seriously, what's with you guys and Pans with Gryffindors? Pansy and Potter? Biggest shock since 'ol Dumbledore was found alive," Theo smirked.
I laughed at the memory of the old wizard walking back into the Great Hall with a smile. The whole plan was revealed and Snape never really killed him. You have to mean the curse to do it, and Snape didn't mean it. So Dumbledore merely got knocked out and a duplicate of himself was buried. I knew he wouldn't just die without leaving Potter an explanation.
"Ginny and I actually liked each other for awhile," Blaise said.
Ha. Yeah right. More like right after Weasley cheated on 'Mione.
"Hermione and I just decided to date. What harm could it have done?" I shrugged.
The two wizards snorted. "Our parents are dead, mate. Yours aren't. That means Hermione is still in the harm for your mum and dad," Blaise said, not even flinching at the mention of his parent's death. Ah, cruel bastard.
Before I could reply, Nott pointed at something. "Weasel's going towards your girl, Malfoy,"
I cocked my head to the side and watched. Don't get me wrong, I was more than ready to beat the crap out of Weasley if he upset 'Mione, but I wanted to see what happens first.
"Draco, aren't you-"
"Shh! If she can't even handle Weasley, how can she handle my parents. Just watch," I shushed.
I saw Weasley say something and Hermione's face turned red with anger. She shouted something back at him and he went red. They were yelling and Ginny and Pansy began yelling at Weasel as well. Hermione's fist swung forward and connected with Weasel's jaw. I saw her mouth something at looked a lot like 'That's for Draco.' I flex my jaw remembering the punch I got from him in potions. Suddenly Weasley grabbed her arm. I was about to go to her, but Blaise and Theo held me back. I let out a hiss and growled at them.
"What are you two doing? Let go!" I snarled.
"Hermione needs to- learn to- protect- herself," Blaise said, struggling to get a grip on my arms.
Theo nodded in agreement. Were they bonkers? Ah! Bugger it all.
Pansy shoved the Weasel and he spat something at her. I saw Potter angrily striding towards the red head. Ginny then tried to get her brother to release 'Mione, but he brought his hand up and I heard Blaise let out a growl. Before Weasel hit his sister, Hermione knocked her out of the way and all you could hear was a loud crack, followed by a loud cry.
My arms were released and I ran to Weasley, wrapping my hands around his throat. I felt someone tug at my arms, willing me to let go. All I saw was red though. Weasel's face was blue now, and I knew I had to loosen my grip.
"Draco, please let go!"
I froze. I released Weasley and went to Hermione. A big hand print was on her cheek. Anger boiled inside me again, but before I could decide whether or not it was worth it to hit the damn weasel, Potter stopped me.
"You got your Head Boy badge, Malfoy. Don't throw it away for Ron,"
For once, I had to admit he was right. Instead of me pummeling Weasley, Harry did. He punched him in the face repeatedly, not caring that that was his old childhood friend.
"'Mione, are you okay?" I whispered softly.
Hermione nodded, but a tear fell down her cheek. I found myself hugging her, letting her crying into my shirt. I didn't blame her. She just got smack from her ex boyfriend and ex best friend. All I knew was that Weasley was going to be a dead man when Potter was done with him.
