Draco slept. He had fallen asleep while writing in his journal. He awoke with a start and saw that Ophelia was leaning over him, trying to sneak his journal off his lap. He grabbed her wrist and she froze.
"Good morning," he said flatly.
"So," she said animatedly, not at all discouraged that he caught her trying to steal his innermost thoughts, "how'd it go last night?"
"How did it go with whom?" he asked.
"Well, I know how it went with Lavender," she replied, "she won't stop talking about it."
Draco sighed. "If you're asking if I nailed her, then the answer is 'no'." He shut his journal.
"She shot you down," Ophelia stated plainly.
"Exactly the opposite," he said, sitting up so that she was no longer hovering above him, but looking him in the eye.
"So what went wrong?" she asked.
Draco shook his head. "I don't know. She was lying on the bed, ready to do it, but I was…I just didn't feel right about it."
"You're telling me you had the chance to fuck her and you didn't?" Ophelia asked, annoyed. "Merlin, you're a chump."
Draco grabbed Ophelia by the hips, grazing her ass with his fingertips.
"Oh," she said with a giggle as he tossed her on the bed and stood up. He headed for the door.
"If you're headed towards her room, you won't find her," Ophelia called after him with a smile.
"Where is she?" he asked.
"Oh," she said. "You don't know? She left thirty minutes ago."
"Where did she go!" he hollered.
"She apologized to your aunt and told her she was going to stay with some friends," she said seriously. "You blew it, Draco. That girl's come to her senses, and she'll never come near you again."
Cormac was flipping through his Weird Sisters records when Draco flooed.
"Cormac," he said, "this is Malfoy."
"Hey, buddy," Cormac replied in a high pitched voice.
"Is she with you?" Draco asked.
"No," Cormac squeaked.
"Where is she?" Draco said, a bit louder.
"I don't know," Cormac answered. "Why don't you just leave her alone?"
"Where is she?" Draco shouted.
"Okay, okay, alright!" Cormac said defensively. "She's, she's with her friend's parents. The Patils. She just got a train into King Cross Station about twenty minutes ago."
"Thank you," Draco said harshly.
"No problem," Cormac replied.
Draco broke the connection, then he mounted his broomstick and headed for London.
Hermione got off her train and walked onto the escalator. She shifted her bag on her shoulder and looked forward. At the top of the escalator stood Draco. She walked to him and said, "I'm impressed."
Draco smirked. "Well, I'm in love," he said, then he kissed her adoringly.
Hermione breathed heavily as Draco pulled back from their kiss. Her hands grazed lightly over his bare back. They were both covered in sweat, lying in his bed.
"Are you okay," he asked, continuing his slow, rhythmic, thrusting.
She nodded, gasping in euphoric pleasure. He kissed her again, more feverishly.
Draco kissed Hermione goodbye before she climbed into the Patil family's limousine, then he walked back into Malfoy Manor.
Meanwhile, Ophelia glared down from her bedroom window on the second floor.
