Malfoy's P.O.V.

"In fourth year, he just barreled into our room, grabbed me by my shirt, pushed me up against a wall, started kissing and touching me. "

"Without any form of consent?"

"He didn't rape me or anything Granger."

"Did you want it?" We had decided to talk about this to distract us from Potter's current condition.

"Well...I mean I didn't realize I did at first. But I definitely liked it."

"That's not the point."

"Isn't it though?"

"No" She laughed slightly. I glared. "Oh no Draco, I'm not laughing at you. Look, was it ok if you started it?

"Well...no, but-"

"And he didn't want anyone to know about you two?"

"Being gay wasn't as accepted then so that's not a poi-"

"He was constantly cheating on you but if you so much as looked at someone else you were the slut?"

"That's not fai-"

"Everything was always your fault?"

"Well I did mess up a lot." She gave me a pointed look. "What would you know; Weasley's perfect."

"Victor was the same way after that article about Harry and I." My jaw dropped.

"Victor Krum treated you like that?!"

"So you agree people shouldn't treat others like that?" She asked, trapping me in a corner. Fuck!

"I, well...It's different!"

"How?"

"Because Granger you're...worth good treatment." Her face fell worriedly. "No, listen. You're nice to people, likeable, on the right side of the war. Your...good. Anyone would be lucky to have you...but me? That's a whole other story."

"Draco." She tried.

"No, I'm an ex-death eater, my name's been run through the mud. People wish I was dead, I was the school bully. I'm lucky anyone could want me. So I'm not treated the best but I don't need that. I'm not worth that."

"That's bullshite Draco." I shook my head and turned back to the papers that needed filing. "You're smart-" I scuffed, "Nice-" I rolled my eyes. "Caring-"

"Only about myself."

"And your Mother, and me and Blaise and Harry-"

"Yes, my small circle and the guy trying to save my skin." She slammed her cup down, rage burning on her face. I took an involuntary step back.

"Your care for Harry goes much deeper than your case, you confessed as much last night!"

"That's besides the point." I tried to reason, blushing deeply.

"No it's not, that IS the POINT!" She was breathing heavily and all I could do was stare. A random head popped in.

"Everything ok in here?" Asked the random bystander.

"Fine, leave." She seethed behind clenched teeth. Their eyes widened.

"Right." They then closed the door. Granger closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

"Do you believe you deserve to be hit?"

"Yes." I said quietly, shrinking in on myself. She sighed.

"That's not true." She tried.

"It is too me.: She shook her head. Somehow I doubt this conversation is helping anyone.

"Draco-"

"Could we try a different conversation?" I asked, causing her to sigh again, but she nodded, relenting. An owl choose that moment to fly in and land besides me. I grabbed the letter and read, recognizing the handwriting immediately. Blaise I smiled to myself.

Malfoy,

I'm coming to dinner tonight. You're Mother invited me. Wear your brown outfit that brings out my eyes. Potter better not be there. Be on time. No one likes a late quest.

Zambini.

"Is that you're Mother?" Hermione asked, looking at my smile.

"Nope, Blaise." I said with my smile firmly in place, unwilling to allow our previous conversation to poke holes in my happiness.

"Can I see?" I looked down at it, my smile wavering. "Don't feel like you have to. That's not how I'm doing this." She reminded me. I smiled again.

"I'd rather not, but he's coming for dinner tonight." Her face darkened. "He'll behave, my mother will be there." She nodded unconvinced. "And Potter won't be." She laughed shaking her head,

"Draco that's horrible."

"Yes, but true…" My mind wandered to what Dunningham would be doing to him right now. Granger must have picked up on it.

"Want to go for lunch?"

"Sure." I said, forever grateful.

.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.Time Skip.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.

"Alright Granger, let's head out and grab Weasley."

"Draco...we've ten more minutes before it's time to clock out.

"We need to freshen up and change and we can't be late."

"Surely we can wait ten mo-"

"No." I cut off quickly and sharply. "My mother and Blaise don't do late." Granger blinked.

"Well alright, I suppose. Can I finished this last thing?"

"Yes, I'll head over to Weasley."

"WAIT!" But I left the room. Honestly there was no time to wait. I realized I didn't know where Weasley's office was. Well I'm sure someone does. I continued in the direction of Potter's office. I'm sure they're close together. In my rush I hadn't even given a thought to what people would think seeing me walking alone. Murmurs grew louder and I saw lots of glares. Surely Hermione wouldn't be too far awa-

You are .2 miles away from your allotted distance from your watcher H. Weasley.

For the love of Merlin's saggy testicles, Every Time! I continued towards Potter's office, Knowing I was close. I heard snickering which caused the hair on the back of my neck to stand up in warning. I snuck a quick but concealed look towards the source of it. Three Aurors, two men and one woman had their wands drawn, starting to move in my direction. Don't look at them don't look at them. I told myself, picking up my pace slightly. More concealed laughter started to fill the air. I wanted to run. I was starting to sweat slightly. They were following me.

You are .1 mile away from your allotted distance from your watcher H. Weasley

Now I couldn't even risk moving any further. I was forced to stay exactly where I was. Come on Hermione! Where are you!

"Hey Malfoy!" Someone sneered tapping my shoulder. I turned around, to see a wand pointed in my face. Not good. Not Good! I was panicking but they would never know. "Tell me, does this jinx work?" I showed no expression and he started to move his wand in an obviously practiced movement.

"Oi! Draco!" Oh thank Merlin it's Weasley!...did I just think that? I take it back, jinx me, jinx me now. He ran up to my side. "Hermione told me you were on your way… Daniels...there's not a problem, is there?" He asked the guy with the wand in my face. Daniels sobered quickly.

"No, not at all Mr. Weasley sir." Weasley smiled widely.

"Good."

You are within .2 miles of your allotted distance from your watcher H. Weasley.

"Come on Draco, let's go meet up with Hermione." Weasley said.

"Of course." I replied. We meet up with Hermione a moment or two later.

"Are you ok Draco?" She asked worried.

"Fine, thanks to Weasley." She smiled.

"I'm so glad. Nobody tried anything right?"

"Someone had their wand pointed at him but I got there before they did anything...right? He asked suddenly worried. ..Why did he care?

"Yeah." I nodded.

"Barbarians." Hermione growled.

"Humans." I corrected.

"Yes well, same difference, if you ask me." She huffed causing Weasley and I to laugh while she blushed deeply. "A"Oh Hermione do we have to?" Weasley whined. She placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Yes." She nodded sympathetically. I grabbed her hand and we apparated away. I bolted up the stairs.

"Thirty Minutes!" I warned.

"Forty-Five!" Weasley corrected automatically. I popped my head back into view.

"No. Thirty, that way if we're late, we're not." Weasley looked confused. Hermione patted his back.

"It's ok dear, thirty minutes is plenty of time."

"Wear something that matches each other!" I called.

"Oi! What are you? Are mum?"

"No, but unless you want to face the wrath of my mum, but fun may I add, you'll follow my advice." I turned back to my room.

"Controlling little pounce." He muttered.

"I heard that!" I yelled.

"Oi!" He called, indicating Hermione slapped him. I smiled. Good. I took a quick shower, magically shaving my face so I could put on the aftershave Blaise got my one year for Valentine's day when I put up an absurd fuss about him never getting me anything. I pulled out the Brown shirt that Blaise was talking about, along with the matching black pants, vest, bow tie, dress shoes, and cuff links. I brushed my hair down and then tousled it the way that Blaise would do for me ever since we started dating. I blushed as I recalled how he first referred to it. 'Sex Hair.' What an unusual name for hair I had thought but as I grew older I found it to be quite commonly referred to that way. I smiled at the memory. Unbidden another memory popped into my mind. People commonly referred to Potter's hair in the same way. Except his was overtly sex hair, or so I was told. I pushed that thought away. I can't bare to think of Potter right now. The pain he must be in. I shook my head and left the bathroom Potter and I shared.

"Almost ready guys?" I called walking over to their room. Hermione opened the door.

"How's this?" She asked spinning. Her hair was pinned the same way it was for the yule ball. She wore a lovely blue sundress that cinched her waist perfectly. She went with a very natural and light makeup that complemented her features wonderfully.

"It's perfect." I responded smiling. "But uh…Granger?" I asked thinking too analytically and not common scenically.

"Hmm?" She asked swishing back and forth, letting the skirt fill and deflate like a little girl.

"Are your boobs bigger?" Her eyes widened as her face flushed. Instantly I realized what that sounded like. "Nononononono." My hands went up and started shaking trying to take it back. Ron stalked up behind Hermione. Oh. My. Merlin. He is literally going to kill me. "Nonononononono-"

"I'll kill you-" His eyes were absolutely crazy.

"Nonononononono-"

"Kill-"

"Nononononono-"

"You-"

"Nononononononononononono-"

"Dead."

"Nonononononono."

"You're a Dead Man" He started walking towards me and my arms went over my face, one leg in the air to protect my center. He went to punch me but Granger held back his fist.

"I didn't mean anything by it I swear it was just an observation I'm not constantly looking or anything I DON'T EVEN LIKE BOOBS I LIKE DICK!" There was a pregnant pause as my words sunk into the air like heavy rocks into the ocean. Then Hermione and Weasley just lost it. They laughed like no fucking tomorrow...the asses. My face was so red. I slowly relaxed my body.

"Yeah...just laugh it up...uhuh." That only made them laugh harder. I couldn't believe I just said that! First "your boobs are bigger" that I screamed at the top of my lungs that I like dick...kill me, kill me now! Hermione looked at her watch.

"Oh! Draco, we have five minutes! Is Ron dressed ok?"

I gave him a once over. Brown shirt, like me to bring out Hermione's eyes, and a blue tie that matches her dress. Black pants and matching brown shoes. Clunky cuff links that would have to do. "His dick look good?" I flushed to my toes, looking away quicker that I knew physically possible. My neck hurt. They started laughing all over again. I coughed uncomfortably.

"His clothes are fine...let's , you know, go."

"And dick? Does it look any bigger?" Hermione pushed, causing Weasley to blush uncomfortably.

"Hermione...enough." He whined.

"You know...didn't look, not my type. Once you go black you never go back. Hermione laughed mirthfully while Weasley laughed awkwardly. "Let's go"

"Right right, sorry Draco." She smiled. I held out each hand and we apparated to the manor.