The bindings disappeared and Draco sank down into the couch. He sat, dazed, thinking about what had just happened.
Hermione Granger had kissed him. Really kissed him. And he kissed her back. No, more like attacked her. And she attacked back. She tied him up. The image of her climbing on top of him, straddling him, still burned in his mind. He groaned, head thrown back in suffering, as he remembered the feel of her grinding her hips against him.
He sighed, pushing the images from his mind. Draco pushed himself from the couch. He had to find his trunk. His 'friends' would undoubtedly already have found it. They were likely to be in the compartment, awaiting his return.
It took him five minutes to find his trunk and with it, his so called friends. He sighed and opened the door reluctantly, looking around at the four people inside. Blaise Zabini sat close to the window, Crabbe next to him. Goyle sat on the opposite seat, rubbing Pansy's feet. He had to be desperate to be doing that. Though Draco knew that the Slytherin could be quite menacing, if she need be. He looked at her, noting that her eyes were closed. Probably the only reason she had not yet jumped at him.
"Hey Draco. Where have you been?" Blaise's accent had appeared t return over the summer.
At hearing his name, Pansy's eyes shot open. Oh great, he thought, she's back. Pansy was on her feet in seconds, her arms thrown around his neck. She was planting messy, wet kisses on his cheek in an attempt to kiss his mouth.
"Get off Parkinson!" With one great push, Draco shoved her back into her seat. "I told you Pansy, we are done!"
She looked up at him, batting her lashes wildly. "But Drakie, surely you don't still mean that. It's been over a month."
Draco rolled his eyes. "Of course I still mean it. We're done and it's staying that way."
Pansy huffed and sat back on her seat, propping her feet up on Goyle once more, who promptly started rubbing them again. Crabbe stared ahead blankly. Blaise, however, couldn't quite hide the grin on his face before Draco caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of his eye. A smile crept across his face as he turned to his friend.
He pulled out his wand. Pointing it at his trunk, he muttered a spell and shrank it. He grabbed the trunk and stuffed it in his pocket before motioning for Blaise to follow him. Blaise had become the closest thing to a best friend he had. Not that Slytherins had real friends, the bunch of backstabbers. Crabbe and Goyle were just big oafs, handy to have around.
When the others say Blaise stand, they moved to follow. Draco quickly waved them off. "Not you two. Just Blaise." He snapped and the boys sank back into their seats again.
He stalked out of the compartment with Blaise following close behind him. He stopped suddenly and spun around to face him. "Get your trunk."
"Already got it Drake. Let's just go." Draco nodded and continues to walk. When they reached the Head compartment, he opened the door and walked to the couch. Blaise closed the door behind him and sank into a chair opposite him.
"So Drake, what's bugging you?"
Draco let out a sigh and looked at his friend. "I've got a huge problem, man."
Blaise laughed. "A problem too big for the great Draco Malfoy? Do tell. What is it?"
Before Draco could answer, the door opened and Hermione walked in. "Oh, I see." Blaise muttered quietly.
She heard his voice when she was halfway across the room. Looking up, her eyes scanned the compartment. She smiled when her eyes landed on Blaise. "Oh, hi there. I forgot to get my book." She made her way to the couch and reached down, picking her book up from where it lay.
"See you soon Draco." she drawled in a whisper before she stood up. Then she turned to Blaise. "I'm sure I'll be seeing you again too." she winked. Giving him a smile, she turned and left the room.
Once the door was closed, Blaise turned, wide-eyed, back to Draco, who seemed to have paled considerably. "Who the bloody hell was that?"
"That Blaise, was my problem." He sighed. "That was Granger."