Draco woke up early that morning, after a series of disturbing dreams involving a cauldron and centaurs from the Forbidden Forest. He woke up panting slightly, looking frantically around the shack as if he could hear the rapid footsteps of the centaurs nearing his bed. His erratic breathing slowed in relief, and he laid back in bed, clasping his hands over his head. 'Damn it...me and that Weasel are going to have to go shopping.' He groaned. 'What the hell did I get myself into...'
He got up quietly out of bed, and surveyed the sleeping form of Ronald Weasley from across the room. He smirked, as he noticed that the redhead was apparently suffering through some sort of nightmare; as he was muttering "Spiders...I don't want to...spiders...don't make me...skate..." in his sleep.
He looked over to Harry, whose right leg was draped over the bed post, and left arm dangling off the side of the bed. 'Nice posing, Potter...' he thought to himself, holding back a laugh as Harry began to snore softly.
He then crept over to Hermione's bedside. Her wild, frizzy, brown hair strewn across her pillow, Hermione Granger seemed to be in a deep sleep. He peered closer, and noticed a large chunk of her hair located directly on top of her eye. She flinched every two seconds; most likely because it irritated her. He grinned to himself. 'Granger and her bushy hair...'
Finally, after a few seconds of watching her face twitch, he reached his hand forward, and gently pushed the hair off her face. He felt satisfied for a moment, as her breathing seemed to become less ragged, and her facial expression stayed dormant for a while.
Suddenly, the eye opened, and looked right at him. And then the formerly sleeping Hermione turned over, and gazed at him. "What exactly did you think you were doing?"
Draco ran a hand through his platinum blond hair uncomfortably. "Er...You had something in your eye..." he muttered.
She yawned. "Something in my eye? So you felt the need to push my hair off my face?"
He nodded. "I thought you were sleeping."
She sat up, and rubbed her eyes tiredly. "I've been awake for ages, Draco, I just didn't want to wake any of you up."
"Interesting..." he said, shifting from foot to foot. "So what now?"
She studied him closely. "What do you mean, what now?"
He smirked. "So are we going back to sleep...staying up to talk...?"
She blushed, something that didn't go by unnoticed. "Of course we're going back to sleep."
"Why are we even having this conversation?"
"Why don't you ask yourself? You're the one that woke me-"
"You said you've been awake for ages." He replied smugly.
She shrugged. "I suppose I may have drifted off a bit." She pushed the covers off her legs, and stretched them out steadily. "What time is it?" she asked abruptly.
"How should I know?" Draco countered lazily.
She rolled her eyes. "Because I see your watch peeking through your jumper sleeve." She said matter-of-factly.
He shrugged and pulled up the sleeve of his sweater, peering at the watch. "About a quarter-past-nine." He said.
Hermione gasped. "We should have woken up ages ago!" she shrieked. "HARRY! RON!"
Draco gaped at her. "We have plenty of time to-"
"HARRY! RON! WAKE UP!" At this, she bounded up, and shook Harry and Ron awake in their respective beds. "We have to go into Hogsmeade!"
"Uhhh...er...mio...kneeeee...what...izzit..." Ron groaned, as he sat up warily.
Harry, however jolted up instantly, looking around as though he were being attacked. "What's going on?" he demanded.
"We have to go to Hogsmeade!" she repeated.
"Ughhhhhhhhhhh..." Ron complained. "I have to go with stupid Malfoy?"
"Ron..." Hermione said warningly.
"No, it's okay, Weasley." Said Draco. "I'm sure we'll have a lot of fun." He smiled convincingly at Hermione, who smiled back, and kissed him on the cheek.
"Bloody hell!" Ron shouted crossly.
"Are you two...?" Harry asked, adjusting his glasses on the crook of his nose.
Hermione blushed furiously, and Draco simply smirked—as usual.
"No, of course not!" she exclaimed, distancing herself from him. "I've kissed you on the cheek plenty of times, haven't I, Harry?"
"Yeah, but that was different!" Ron argued. "You just kissed that git!"
At this point, Draco chose to speak up. "For Salazar's sake, Weasley, I didn't know you liked Granger."
"No I bloody don't! But someone could have at least forewarned me that my best mate, and my worst enemy are gonna be snogging and going on in my presence!" Ron shouted.
"Ronald Weasley!" Hermione's voice rang out. "There's nothing going on between Draco and I, and even if there was, it wouldn't be any of your damn business!" she folded her arms over her chest angrily.
"There isn't?" Draco asked insufferably, raising his eyebrow.
Harry finally climbed out of bed, and stretched his legs. "Alright, this is the point in the argument, where I tell you two to piss off?"
Ron opened and closed his mouth, the words failing him. "But, Harry!"
"No, buts." Hermione cut in. "In fact, get dressed; both of you. You'll need to go into Hogsmeade quite soon."
"But, Hermione..." Ron whined.
"You heard her, Weasley." Draco commented, sneering at Ron from behind Hermione's back.
Harry pretended not to see the obscene hand gesture Ron responded back with.
"Argh, 'Mione, what did you do to me?!" Ron cried, clutching at his face, which had sprouted dirty blond hair, well...everywhere. So much so, that he almost began to resemble Hagrid.
She ignored him. "Draco, I think it'd be okay if you use the same-"
"No!" Draco exclaimed. Hermione seemed much too beard-happy at the moment.
"Just...make my nose bigger and my lips smaller or something. And give me red hair, I suppose."
Hermione looked taken aback. "Well...alright then."
"Yeah, I think today I'm channeling the Weasleys." He smirked.
Ron grimaced, clenching his teeth. "Shall we?" he motioned to Hermione.
"Wait! Here's the money." She rummaged in her bag to pull out some galleons.
"Why can't we just take the whole bag?" Draco asked impatiently.
Hermione sighed. "Wouldn't it look a bit odd if two grown men were walking along the streets with their arms stuck all the way into a purple beaded bag?"
Ron shrugged. "Here, let's just stuff our pockets."
"Hey." Said Harry, who had been twiddling his thumbs quietly on his bed.
"What is it?" Ron asked hopefully.
"Bring us back some Acid Pops and Frizzing Whizbees, will you?"
Hermione shot Harry a reproachful look. "You absolutely will not! Buy actual food, if you please, and then sweets only if you have anything left over."
Ron and Harry groaned. "Hermione..."
"Oh, stop feeling sorry for yourselves!" She said sharply. "Draco, Ron—time to go."
"Come on, Granger, you can't be-"
"Out!" At this, she grabbed them both by their shirt collars, opened the door, and thrust them out; not bothering to answer either of them.
"Well, that may have not been the best decision..." she said out loud to herself.
"What, sending Malfoy and Ron on a trip together?" Harry asked.
Hermione looked at him bracingly, as though she'd forgotten he was there. "Maybe..." She laughed.
"And you just now realize that, Hermione? Merlin, I thought you were the brightest witch of your age!" He chuckled.
"Suppose you're right..." She laughed harder, shutting the shack's door.
"So what are we going to do now?" Harry inquired.
"Are you up to a game of Exploding Snap?" she rummaged in her bag, and pulled out a few cards.
He peered at her curiously. "Er...sure? You have Exploding Snap in there?"
"Harry, what don't I have in there?" she asked seriously, shaking the bag for emphasis.
"Reckon you're right..." Harry said, grinning. "Shuffle, please."
Author's Note- Mwahahahahaha! So you thought you'd get some quality Ron/Draco banter here? Wrong! What would that be anyways, Raco? Don? Ronco? Haha, no I actually planned on this chapter being their 'shopping trip', but then halfway in I realized they hadn't even left the shack yet. ;) Lol, nonetheless, I hope you still enjoyed this chapter! I'll see you soon, my friends. (Which implies that you actually know what I look like, and that I personally know everyone reading this chapter...so basically I just lied...I'm going to shut up now...) Bye!