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Ch 14- Malfoy?
I groaned, already feeling a pounding headache beginning. I rubbed my face into the silky sheets of my bed inhaling deeply, relishing in the fresh sent of pine and soap. Hold the phone. Pine and soap? What happened to the lavender my bed usually smelled of? Groggily I opened my bloodshot eyes and was greeted by a deep green pillow case. Recoiling, I tumbled out of the bed and onto the ground below it. Looking around me, I found that I was not in MY dormitory at all. The sheets rustled behind me.
"Wh-what's going on?" A familiar voice groaned.
I whirled around. No. This could not be happening. Never in my life would I be caught in this situation. Unfortunately however, when my eyes focused upon the blonde headed boy laying in the bed I had just fallen out of, I was forced to conclude that I, Hermione Granger, had slept with Draco Malfoy. As he sat up groggily in his bed, blonde hair tousled, eyes just beginning to focus, the sheets slid off him revealing a bare torso. My eyes focused on his sculpted abs for a moment before I realized he was shirtless! I had slept with a shirtless boy! Looking down, I saw, much to my own horror, that I was not wearing pants! Had I done something more then just sleep with a shirtless boy?
"Shite, Malfoy! Shite, shite, shite!" I yelled, still sitting on the floor next to his bed, practically hysterical. "Shite! What have we done?"
Malfoy's eyes focused on me, and I watched as his expression changed from exhaustion to shock. "Granger? Shite. Oh shite. What have we done?"
I stood up, flustered. Pacing before his bed, I put my head in my hands. "Shite, Malfoy. Do you remember anything?" I asked, frantic, my headache worsening. "We were both intoxicated. Do you think we…? Shite, Malfoy-Where are my pants?" I scanned the room before spotting them tossed in a heap in the middle of the room. Pulling them on, I felt my cheeks flush pink.
"Did we…?" Malfoy asked eyes wide.
"I don't remember!" I cried, scanning the room for my shoes.
"Do you think you're…?" He questioned.
"Merlin, NO!" I screeched. "But I don't remember anything! I don't know what happened!"
Frantically, I clothed myself with haste and, after peeping out of his dormitory to see whether the coast was clear, scurried into the brightly lit hall. Slinking through the shadows, I made my way to the Gryffindor common room. MY Gryffindor common room. Merlin's Beard! What was I thinking? That however, is the problem. I wasn't thinking. My only comfort was that it was a Saturday. And, although I knew it would lead to a VERY uncomfortable conversation , I needed to find Ginny.
After a brief shower and a strong hangover charm, I stumbled down to the great hall in hopes to find Ginny there. As expected, I spotted her bright red locks cascading down her back as she giggled, sitting between two handsome Ravenclaw boys. Grabbing a piece of toast with jam, I turned to her. "Gin," I began. "We really need to talk."
My eyes said it all, Ginny abandoned all fun she had been having been having with her new "friends" and stood. Flashing them one final wink she whispered, "Lets pick this up again some other time." With that, she turned on her heel and linked arms with me. "How private is this conversation?" She asked. "Shrieking shack private, or library private."
I groaned. "Shrieking shack. You will not believe what I'm about to tell you."
"Does it have anything to do with your whereabouts last night?" Ginny asked, shimming her shoulders and giggling.
"Possibly, but you cannot tell a soul about this"
"Mione, when would I ever?" Gin responded, reminding me of the fact that she was extremely trustworthy.
The late February air was chilly, and a winter sun shone down upon us as we walked to the Whomping Willow. Frosted grass crunched below my feet as I trudged down towards the tree. Ginny enchanted a twig to press the knot, and we crawled into the opening at the base of the tree. Once we had walked to a room in the Shrieking Shack, Ginny and I sat against the wall and I turned to face her.
"Gin, as you know, I wasn't in our dormitory last night. I was in a dormitory, but not ours."
Ginny nodded, her eyes widening, but restraining from speech. She knew I only needed to talk it out.
"And I was intoxicated. I just want to put that out there. I wasn't sober, I wasn't in a completely right state of mind, and I don't exactly know what we were doing but I was drunk. As you may know, sometimes when we're drunk, we make bad choices. Bad choices aren't a good thing ever, but sometimes we make them. Alright, so I've been stalling from the actual point of the conversation. What I trying to say is that I might have woke up in a certain bed that belonged to a certain person that maybe, possibly, might happen to be, Draco Malfoy…" I trailed off leaving the two of us sitting together in silence. I understood what Malfoy had said when he was afraid of quiet because of what he might hear. This silence was deafening.
"I kind of had figured." Ginny said quietly. "Do you think you…"
"NO! No we definitely didn't have sex. No! I don't know. Merlin, Gin, what if we did? I can't remember a thing!" I cried, tears pooling in the corners of my eyes. I rested my head on her shoulder and we sat, slumped against the wall for quite some time before either of us could summon the energy to move.
The next few days might have classified as the most frustrating ones in my entire lifetime. Of course, Malfoy avoided me like I had the plague. Honestly, I couldn't blame him. If I'd have been given the chance to speak to him, I haven't got a clue as to what I might say. "Hey Malfoy, I know we slept together, but can we put that aside because I kind of liked this whole friendship thing we'd started." or maybe, "Hey Malfoy, I've been meaning to talk to you about that time last Friday when we accidentally slept together." Merlin, if I even tried to talk to him, I'd probably scare him farther away. That would really help me out. This was just so bloody frustrating though! Overtime we's take a step forward, something would send us two steps back!
So, as I sat in the library practically tearing my hair out over a transfigurations essay, I'm sure you'll understand how the most logical thing to do would be to go find Malfoy. Shoving my essay into my bag, I stood groaning. I honestly had no idea where he'd be. Slytherin common room? Right, that'd help me. So because I had absolutely no bloody idea where he'd be, I began wandering aimlessly through the chilly Hogwarts corridors.
A short while later, I found myself in the window-filled corridor from earlier in the week, from before everything had gone sour between Malfoy and I. I sighed, sliding down the wall opposite of the windows, watching icy tree branches sway in the blistery gusts of wind. Slowly, I nodded off into a deep slumber.
Shrill laughter echoed through the air around me. A cold hand pressed itself against my back, and I winced as nails dug themselves into my flesh. Roughly, I was jerked away from the floor, my back pressed against a cold pillar. Thick vines grew from the tiled floor around me, binding me to the pillar. Laughter echoed around me once more as I watched Bellatrix Lestrange push a shivering Ginny Weasley to the ground in front of me.
Helpless, I watched as Bellatrix carved into Ginny's pale, pure thigh. Crimson rivers rolled down towards the floor as Ginny's screams mixed with cruel laughter to form a sickening song. Bellatrix pulled a long dark wand from her robe, and I struggled against my bonds.
"Crucio!" She screamed. I watched as Ginny writhed on the cold tiles, smearing blood across her sallow skin. "Crucio!" Bellatrix shouted again, and I watched as Ginny's long red hair shortened and darkened, her frame broadening. Now, I watched Harry struggle against the pain of Bellatrix' crucio. Tears streaked his bloody cheeks and he gasped a strangled cry. The curse ceased, and I was forced to watch Harry writhe and wretch. Turning my head away, I shielded my eyes from the tragic sight, but was unable to protect my ears from Harry's piercing cries echoing through the vast room.
"Cricio!" Bellatrix cried mercilessly again, and I saw Harry's hair change from black to platinum, his face narrow, his once slightly stocky frame lengthen and thin. Sobs wracking my body, I struggled against my bindings as I watched Draco Malfoy bleed helplessly on the ground before me. Bellatrix stood above him, and taking her knife, she drew on meticulous cut from his temple, all the way around his neck, cackling maliciously. He stiffened, pain apparent in his grey eyes, but refraining from crying out. Screams filled the echoing room, and I searched to find who they belonged to only to realize they were my own.
Screaming, I bolted upright. No, no, no, no. The nightmares weren't supposed to come back. They should be gone. The war was over. I screamed, slamming my hands against the walls, dissolving into a pool of tears. My sobs echoed through the corridor, and even when footsteps approached rapidly, failed to cease.
"Merlin Granger, it's 3 in the morning! Why aren't you sleeping?" A familiar voice cried. "Granger, it's ok. Talk to me." I felt Malfoy's warm body slide down next to me, and he pulled my collapsed form into his chest. I sobbed into him for ages before finding the ability to compose myself.
"Nightmares." I gasped between sobs. "They came back."
"Granger," Malfoy soothed, "They aren't real. The war is over."
"I-I fell asleep in the corridor after dinner." I sputtered. "Why-why are you wandering through the halls at this hour anyway?" I asked, regaining some of my usual curiosity.
"You aren't the only one who has nightmare, Granger" Malfoy sighed, his eyes stony.
I sniffed, burying my face closer into his sweater, and we sat that way until morning, both of us to afraid to speak. By the time I drifted off, the sun was almost beginning to rise.