CHAPTER 12~ Nothing Upstairs
Draco woke up on the floor in his room the next morning. His head was resting on something soft and realized that it was Hermione. She stirred when he moved his head, but her eyes remained shut.
"Hermione, wake up," he prodded her with his hand. "We gotta leave here."
"Mm. What? Where are we?" She opened her eyes slowly and took in her surroundings.
"We're in my house. Remember, we apparated here last night? We gotta leave. They'll follow us here. We gotta get back to Hogwarts."
She sat up slowly. Her head was pounding as she tried to remember what happened the previous night. Everything seemed like it was spinning, and the pain in her head was unbearable. "How are we gunna get there? The train doesn't return for another two weeks."
"We're gunna hafta fly. I have some spare brooms here; we'll use one of them. We can shrink all of our stuff and make it lighter so it can just fit in a book bag or something. Hurry up, before they come back for us." His voice was urgent and Hermione could tell that he was actually scared. She had never seen him so shaken. There had never been a time when Draco Malfoy could not handle a situation he was in.
She stood and collected all of her things, threw them in a trunk and made it lighter and smaller for the time being. Draco did the same. He grabbed a broom from his closet. They mounted it and were soon flying gracefully through the air to the castle they both considered home.
~
Voldemort had been very pissed that Draco and Hermione had escaped him, yet he did not send anyone to go after them; not even Blaise or Jeremy. He knew they would meet again, and it would be then that they met their end. Another reason for not sending anyone was so that Draco would be softer when they met again. He figured the loss of his mother would anger him and he would be able to kill Voldemort because of the immense hatred building inside his veins. If he waited a few months, he would get over his mother's death and be kinder to people, which, in essence, would make him weak.
The Dark Lord had all his plans figured out and shared them with his Death Eaters. No one was surprised at the fact that Lucius Malfoy was not mourning his wife's death-he had never lover her nor anyone else, just power. The thing that irked Lucius was the fact that Draco had gotten away with Hermione. He wanted them dead.
~
They arrived at the castle sooner than either of them had expected. After dismounting the broom, they headed to Dumbledore's office to inform him of all that had occurred. Dumbledore, of course knew most of the story already and let them finish talking until they had finished their story. Draco's eyes clouded over again when they told the part of his mother's death, but he didn't dare let Dumbledore see his tears. Tears were a sign of weakness.
Dumbledore was surprised that they had actually made it out alive. He didn't want them to leave the castle until summer and that included Hogsmeade trips. At the castle, there was always someone to keep an eye on them and protect them if anything were to happen.
Needless to say, neither Draco nor Hermione was very happy with these conditions, but they agreed to do as Dumbledore instructed. They thanked Dumbledore and walked slowly back to their common room.
"Hey, I never gave you your Christmas gift," Draco said as he fell onto a couch. He was smiling, but it came nowhere close to reaching his eyes. There was a sadness there that had never been there. He actually looked almost helpless. His silver-blonde hair was still streaked with blood, but he decided that he would take care of it after he gave Hermione her present.
Draco handed Hermione a small package that was wrapped in silver paper. She looked at it, then carefully unwrapped the small box. Lifting the lid carefully, she saw a silver dragon pendant on a silver chain. It was holding a jade stone and was moving ever so slightly. It was obviously charmed to move that way.
"It's beautiful," she whispered.
Draco smiled at her reaction. "My mother gave it to me when I was eight or so. She told me to give it to the woman I fall in love with as a sign of my never ending love for her."
Hermione kissed him softly and thanked him about a hundred times. He took the necklace out of the box and clasped it around her neck. "I have a present for you too," she said at last. She pulled a box out of her bag and handed it to Draco. "It is nothing compared to what you gave me."
"I'm sure it's better. It doesn't really matter anyway. I love you know matter what." He took the package that was neatly wrapped in gold, and tore the paper off ferociously. He took off the lid and saw a leather bond book with a snitch fluttering on the cover. It was the most recently updated book on Quidditch rules and broomsticks. "Oh wow! This is great!" he exclaimed happily.
"There's still more in there."
He searched through the tissue paper and found another item-a new quill that changed that always had ink and it would change to whatever color you wanted. "This must have cost you a fortune. Aren't they really rare?" he asked as he eyed the quill in his hands.
"It wasn't so bad," she answered as she blushed a little.
"Thank you so much." He pulled her in for a short kiss.
After the exchanging of gifts, they decided that they would put their things back to their original state and then go to the Great Hall for lunch since they were so hungry.
They made their way down to the Great Hall. They still didn't want anyone to know about their relationship so they walked a distance apart from each other in the corridors. Once they reached the Hall, there were two first years and a third year eating quietly. They looked up with shock written all over their faces. None of them had been expecting to see Draco or Hermione until after break.
"What are you doing here?" the third year Ravenclaw asked. "Together at that when I thought you hated each other?"
"We're not here together. We just happen to be here at the same time," Draco snarled. "I would never go anywhere with that."
"Yeah, well I would never go anywhere with you either, you ugly ferret," Hermione huffed in response as she sat down at the table.
"Why are you here though?" the smaller second year asked. She was in Hufflepuff, and Hermione knew that she was a very observant girl, who usually didn't miss a thing.
"Oh, Dumbledore asked us to come back for the remainder of vacation," Hermione lied quickly and sent a warning glare at Draco so he wouldn't go and say something stupid. He got the hint and kept his mouth shut while helping himself to some potatoes.
The five students conversed pleasantly throughout the remainder of lunch and headed their separate ways once outside the Great Hall. Hermione and Draco headed back to their common room to relax.
"I hope I don't have to see Harry or Ron until the start of term," Hermione mumbled as she sat down on the couch and leaned against Draco.
"Why not? They're like your best friends. I figured you'd be happy to see them."
"I don't like to lie to them, and I've already done that a few times in the past few weeks. I don't really feel like explaining why I'm back here because I know what they're responses would be. Ron would try to beat the shit outta you and Harry would be all pissed off, but wouldn't say anything. And they'd both say it was your fault that Voldemort almost killed us. They would say that you were the one who led me to them so they could kill me." She sighed exasperatedly.
Draco rubbed her arm gently and looked out the window on the other side of the room. There were so many thoughts running through his head that he could hardly keep anything straight. He knew that his mother wouldn't receive a proper burial, and that upset him more than anything. She had always said that when she died she wanted a real funeral, but that wouldn't happen. No one except Draco really cared enough.
He could feel tears stinging his eyes again as he thought about his mother. It took most of his strength for him to keep them back, but he did. He was never one for crying, and he definitely didn't like to let Hermione see him in such a bad state. After blinking a few times the tears receded again.
Hermione looked up at her boyfriend. He looked deep in thought, and she didn't want to disturb him, so she just decided to leave him be for the time being.
~
For the next two days, Hermione remained to keep out of sight from Harry and Ron. The only time she spent outside of the common room was when she went down for meals, and even then she and Draco went when they figured everyone was gone.
On the 28th, Draco and Hermione went down to breakfast at ten, and were met with an unpleasant sight in the Entrance Hall. Ron and Harry were in a full-blown make out session. Hermione almost laughed hysterically, but she bit her lip, and Draco almost puked from utter disgust at the sight.
As Ron and Harry felt the presence of someone else around, they broke apart and looked around. They immediately spotted Hermione and Draco.
"Hermione, what are you doing back?" Ron queried as he looked at her and Draco.
"Yeah, I thought you were visiting your parents for the holidays," Harry added. "You're not supposed to be back for another few weeks."
Hermione looked at Draco for help, but he shrugged as if to say she had to make up her own mind. "Um, guys, there's something I have to tell you."
"What is it, 'Mione?" Harry asked.
She looked at Draco and back to Harry and Ron. "Draco and I-"
"Wait a minute, since when did Malfoy become Draco?" Ron asked a bit angrily.
"Let me finish, will you? Don't interrupt! Draco and I have been dating since Halloween. I know I told you that for Christmas I was going home to visit my parents, but I didn't. Draco's mom invited me to stay at the Malfoy Manor while Lucius was away, so I agreed. Jeremy and Blaise went there too since they go every year. On Christmas Eve we went to bed early for 'the sake of tradition.' What I woke up to was not expected." She went on to explain everything that happened.
Ron and Harry looked at her with a mixture of sympathy and hurt. "How could you not tell us?" Ron questioned angrily.
"Because I knew what your reactions would be. No one would accept us, and that includes you two. He's not like he used to be-that's not entirely true, he still has most of his old characteristics, but I love him."
"You don't know what love is, 'Mione," Harry said quietly. "You may be physically attracted to him, but it's not love. If he truly loved you, do you think anything that happened in the past six and a half years would have went on. If he truly loved you, would he have taken you to his house knowing there was a trap-"
"That's where you're wrong, Potter," Draco cut in. He was sick of listening to him rant on about something he just did not understand. "I knew nothing of what would happen at my house. My mother simply wanted to meet my girlfriend without my father around. Come on, we've got better things to do." He took her hand in his and began walking into the Great Hall, but stopped at Hermione's voice.
"Draco," she said hesitantly. "I've lost my appetite. Can we just go back to the common room?"
He nodded. They headed up to the common room in silence. Once they were inside the confines of their quarters, tears flowed freely from Hermione's eyes.
"I didn't want them to know," she sobbed. "I knew this would happen. They hate me now! I didn't do anything to deserves this!"
Draco was not good with the whole comfort thing. There was never any sympathy or compassion shown toward him, so he never showed sympathy or compassion to anyone else. Deciding that it was best not to say anything, he let her cry on his shoulder. He hated tears; he always had.
Once she was all cried out, she looked into his deep, grey eyes. "I've lost my friends because I fell in love. Were they ever really my friends, Draco? Can people like that even be classified as true friends?"
He thought about his response for a moment. There had never really been a point where he had true friends. Sometimes the people who act most trustworthy are the ones who can be the least loyal. "I don't think they could be considered true friends," he said at last. "If they can't accept you for who you are and what decisions you make, I don't think they were really worth being friends with in the first place."
She nodded and leaned against his chest. She was torn up inside. Her two best friends were mad because she fell in love with their enemy. You can't help whom you fall in love with, though, so she couldn't see why they were so mad at her. They never seemed to think about her. When they started dating, Hermione felt so left out of everything. They wanted to be alone all the time and were leaving less and less time for her. Now that she had actually found someone to make her happy, they had to go and screw with her emotions.
"I'm so confused," she sighed. "Don't they ever stop to think about how I feel?" Draco didn't answer. It was a rhetorical question. "I hate this!" She stood and stormed to the door.
"Where are you going?" Draco asked, standing as well.
"To knock some sense into those assholes. You can watch if you'd like." She walked out of the room with Draco on her heels.
"How do you plan on doing that exactly?" he questioned as his arm found its way around her slim waist.
"I guess you'll just have to wait and see now, won't you, Malfoy?"
"I guess I will, Granger. But if they try to hurt you, I'll kick the shit outta them. Does that sound good?"
She smirked. "Sounds great!"
The portrait of the fat lady looked up as she heard footsteps coming toward her. "Hello, Hermione," she said. "Who is this fine young man that you have brought with you?"
"This is my friend, Draco. Are Harry and Ron inside? I need to talk to them. It's kinda important."
"Yes they are. Password?"
"Fire-lit angels."
The portrait swung forward, and the two stepped into the large, warm common room.
"What the hell kinda password is that?" Draco whispered.
"Who knows?"
Harry and Ron looked up when the portrait opened. They were the only two Gryffindors that stayed. "Get the hell out!" Ron yelled. "I don't want to see either one of you scumbags!"
Draco opened his mouth to respond, but stopped when Hermione placed her hand on his chest and gave him a warning look. She stepped over to Ron and smacked him across the face, hard.
He swaggered back a few steps and grabbed his cheek. "What the fuck did you do that for, bitch?"
Harry jumped up quickly and ran over to Ron. "Are you alright?" he asked soothingly, touching his hand gingerly to Ron's cheek. "Why the hell would you do that, 'Mione? He did nothing to deserve that! What the hell has gotten into you lately? I don't even know you anymore."
"You two have no clue," she said smoothly. "I have been supportive of you two since you started dating, even though I constantly felt left out and awkward, but I didn't say anything because you were happy. You can't help who you fall in love with, and I fell in love with Draco Malfoy. If either of you two has a problem with that, keep it to yourselves 'cause I don't wanna hear about it."
The two boys looked at her with their mouths hanging opened. They hadn't thought she was serious. They had both figured that their relationship was based on physical attraction only, but Hermione had made it clear that she really did love him.
"Well that's good," Hermione said icily. "We'll be leaving now." With that, she and Draco walked out of the common room leaving two very stunned, very speechless Gryffindor boys.
Draco woke up on the floor in his room the next morning. His head was resting on something soft and realized that it was Hermione. She stirred when he moved his head, but her eyes remained shut.
"Hermione, wake up," he prodded her with his hand. "We gotta leave here."
"Mm. What? Where are we?" She opened her eyes slowly and took in her surroundings.
"We're in my house. Remember, we apparated here last night? We gotta leave. They'll follow us here. We gotta get back to Hogwarts."
She sat up slowly. Her head was pounding as she tried to remember what happened the previous night. Everything seemed like it was spinning, and the pain in her head was unbearable. "How are we gunna get there? The train doesn't return for another two weeks."
"We're gunna hafta fly. I have some spare brooms here; we'll use one of them. We can shrink all of our stuff and make it lighter so it can just fit in a book bag or something. Hurry up, before they come back for us." His voice was urgent and Hermione could tell that he was actually scared. She had never seen him so shaken. There had never been a time when Draco Malfoy could not handle a situation he was in.
She stood and collected all of her things, threw them in a trunk and made it lighter and smaller for the time being. Draco did the same. He grabbed a broom from his closet. They mounted it and were soon flying gracefully through the air to the castle they both considered home.
~
Voldemort had been very pissed that Draco and Hermione had escaped him, yet he did not send anyone to go after them; not even Blaise or Jeremy. He knew they would meet again, and it would be then that they met their end. Another reason for not sending anyone was so that Draco would be softer when they met again. He figured the loss of his mother would anger him and he would be able to kill Voldemort because of the immense hatred building inside his veins. If he waited a few months, he would get over his mother's death and be kinder to people, which, in essence, would make him weak.
The Dark Lord had all his plans figured out and shared them with his Death Eaters. No one was surprised at the fact that Lucius Malfoy was not mourning his wife's death-he had never lover her nor anyone else, just power. The thing that irked Lucius was the fact that Draco had gotten away with Hermione. He wanted them dead.
~
They arrived at the castle sooner than either of them had expected. After dismounting the broom, they headed to Dumbledore's office to inform him of all that had occurred. Dumbledore, of course knew most of the story already and let them finish talking until they had finished their story. Draco's eyes clouded over again when they told the part of his mother's death, but he didn't dare let Dumbledore see his tears. Tears were a sign of weakness.
Dumbledore was surprised that they had actually made it out alive. He didn't want them to leave the castle until summer and that included Hogsmeade trips. At the castle, there was always someone to keep an eye on them and protect them if anything were to happen.
Needless to say, neither Draco nor Hermione was very happy with these conditions, but they agreed to do as Dumbledore instructed. They thanked Dumbledore and walked slowly back to their common room.
"Hey, I never gave you your Christmas gift," Draco said as he fell onto a couch. He was smiling, but it came nowhere close to reaching his eyes. There was a sadness there that had never been there. He actually looked almost helpless. His silver-blonde hair was still streaked with blood, but he decided that he would take care of it after he gave Hermione her present.
Draco handed Hermione a small package that was wrapped in silver paper. She looked at it, then carefully unwrapped the small box. Lifting the lid carefully, she saw a silver dragon pendant on a silver chain. It was holding a jade stone and was moving ever so slightly. It was obviously charmed to move that way.
"It's beautiful," she whispered.
Draco smiled at her reaction. "My mother gave it to me when I was eight or so. She told me to give it to the woman I fall in love with as a sign of my never ending love for her."
Hermione kissed him softly and thanked him about a hundred times. He took the necklace out of the box and clasped it around her neck. "I have a present for you too," she said at last. She pulled a box out of her bag and handed it to Draco. "It is nothing compared to what you gave me."
"I'm sure it's better. It doesn't really matter anyway. I love you know matter what." He took the package that was neatly wrapped in gold, and tore the paper off ferociously. He took off the lid and saw a leather bond book with a snitch fluttering on the cover. It was the most recently updated book on Quidditch rules and broomsticks. "Oh wow! This is great!" he exclaimed happily.
"There's still more in there."
He searched through the tissue paper and found another item-a new quill that changed that always had ink and it would change to whatever color you wanted. "This must have cost you a fortune. Aren't they really rare?" he asked as he eyed the quill in his hands.
"It wasn't so bad," she answered as she blushed a little.
"Thank you so much." He pulled her in for a short kiss.
After the exchanging of gifts, they decided that they would put their things back to their original state and then go to the Great Hall for lunch since they were so hungry.
They made their way down to the Great Hall. They still didn't want anyone to know about their relationship so they walked a distance apart from each other in the corridors. Once they reached the Hall, there were two first years and a third year eating quietly. They looked up with shock written all over their faces. None of them had been expecting to see Draco or Hermione until after break.
"What are you doing here?" the third year Ravenclaw asked. "Together at that when I thought you hated each other?"
"We're not here together. We just happen to be here at the same time," Draco snarled. "I would never go anywhere with that."
"Yeah, well I would never go anywhere with you either, you ugly ferret," Hermione huffed in response as she sat down at the table.
"Why are you here though?" the smaller second year asked. She was in Hufflepuff, and Hermione knew that she was a very observant girl, who usually didn't miss a thing.
"Oh, Dumbledore asked us to come back for the remainder of vacation," Hermione lied quickly and sent a warning glare at Draco so he wouldn't go and say something stupid. He got the hint and kept his mouth shut while helping himself to some potatoes.
The five students conversed pleasantly throughout the remainder of lunch and headed their separate ways once outside the Great Hall. Hermione and Draco headed back to their common room to relax.
"I hope I don't have to see Harry or Ron until the start of term," Hermione mumbled as she sat down on the couch and leaned against Draco.
"Why not? They're like your best friends. I figured you'd be happy to see them."
"I don't like to lie to them, and I've already done that a few times in the past few weeks. I don't really feel like explaining why I'm back here because I know what they're responses would be. Ron would try to beat the shit outta you and Harry would be all pissed off, but wouldn't say anything. And they'd both say it was your fault that Voldemort almost killed us. They would say that you were the one who led me to them so they could kill me." She sighed exasperatedly.
Draco rubbed her arm gently and looked out the window on the other side of the room. There were so many thoughts running through his head that he could hardly keep anything straight. He knew that his mother wouldn't receive a proper burial, and that upset him more than anything. She had always said that when she died she wanted a real funeral, but that wouldn't happen. No one except Draco really cared enough.
He could feel tears stinging his eyes again as he thought about his mother. It took most of his strength for him to keep them back, but he did. He was never one for crying, and he definitely didn't like to let Hermione see him in such a bad state. After blinking a few times the tears receded again.
Hermione looked up at her boyfriend. He looked deep in thought, and she didn't want to disturb him, so she just decided to leave him be for the time being.
~
For the next two days, Hermione remained to keep out of sight from Harry and Ron. The only time she spent outside of the common room was when she went down for meals, and even then she and Draco went when they figured everyone was gone.
On the 28th, Draco and Hermione went down to breakfast at ten, and were met with an unpleasant sight in the Entrance Hall. Ron and Harry were in a full-blown make out session. Hermione almost laughed hysterically, but she bit her lip, and Draco almost puked from utter disgust at the sight.
As Ron and Harry felt the presence of someone else around, they broke apart and looked around. They immediately spotted Hermione and Draco.
"Hermione, what are you doing back?" Ron queried as he looked at her and Draco.
"Yeah, I thought you were visiting your parents for the holidays," Harry added. "You're not supposed to be back for another few weeks."
Hermione looked at Draco for help, but he shrugged as if to say she had to make up her own mind. "Um, guys, there's something I have to tell you."
"What is it, 'Mione?" Harry asked.
She looked at Draco and back to Harry and Ron. "Draco and I-"
"Wait a minute, since when did Malfoy become Draco?" Ron asked a bit angrily.
"Let me finish, will you? Don't interrupt! Draco and I have been dating since Halloween. I know I told you that for Christmas I was going home to visit my parents, but I didn't. Draco's mom invited me to stay at the Malfoy Manor while Lucius was away, so I agreed. Jeremy and Blaise went there too since they go every year. On Christmas Eve we went to bed early for 'the sake of tradition.' What I woke up to was not expected." She went on to explain everything that happened.
Ron and Harry looked at her with a mixture of sympathy and hurt. "How could you not tell us?" Ron questioned angrily.
"Because I knew what your reactions would be. No one would accept us, and that includes you two. He's not like he used to be-that's not entirely true, he still has most of his old characteristics, but I love him."
"You don't know what love is, 'Mione," Harry said quietly. "You may be physically attracted to him, but it's not love. If he truly loved you, do you think anything that happened in the past six and a half years would have went on. If he truly loved you, would he have taken you to his house knowing there was a trap-"
"That's where you're wrong, Potter," Draco cut in. He was sick of listening to him rant on about something he just did not understand. "I knew nothing of what would happen at my house. My mother simply wanted to meet my girlfriend without my father around. Come on, we've got better things to do." He took her hand in his and began walking into the Great Hall, but stopped at Hermione's voice.
"Draco," she said hesitantly. "I've lost my appetite. Can we just go back to the common room?"
He nodded. They headed up to the common room in silence. Once they were inside the confines of their quarters, tears flowed freely from Hermione's eyes.
"I didn't want them to know," she sobbed. "I knew this would happen. They hate me now! I didn't do anything to deserves this!"
Draco was not good with the whole comfort thing. There was never any sympathy or compassion shown toward him, so he never showed sympathy or compassion to anyone else. Deciding that it was best not to say anything, he let her cry on his shoulder. He hated tears; he always had.
Once she was all cried out, she looked into his deep, grey eyes. "I've lost my friends because I fell in love. Were they ever really my friends, Draco? Can people like that even be classified as true friends?"
He thought about his response for a moment. There had never really been a point where he had true friends. Sometimes the people who act most trustworthy are the ones who can be the least loyal. "I don't think they could be considered true friends," he said at last. "If they can't accept you for who you are and what decisions you make, I don't think they were really worth being friends with in the first place."
She nodded and leaned against his chest. She was torn up inside. Her two best friends were mad because she fell in love with their enemy. You can't help whom you fall in love with, though, so she couldn't see why they were so mad at her. They never seemed to think about her. When they started dating, Hermione felt so left out of everything. They wanted to be alone all the time and were leaving less and less time for her. Now that she had actually found someone to make her happy, they had to go and screw with her emotions.
"I'm so confused," she sighed. "Don't they ever stop to think about how I feel?" Draco didn't answer. It was a rhetorical question. "I hate this!" She stood and stormed to the door.
"Where are you going?" Draco asked, standing as well.
"To knock some sense into those assholes. You can watch if you'd like." She walked out of the room with Draco on her heels.
"How do you plan on doing that exactly?" he questioned as his arm found its way around her slim waist.
"I guess you'll just have to wait and see now, won't you, Malfoy?"
"I guess I will, Granger. But if they try to hurt you, I'll kick the shit outta them. Does that sound good?"
She smirked. "Sounds great!"
The portrait of the fat lady looked up as she heard footsteps coming toward her. "Hello, Hermione," she said. "Who is this fine young man that you have brought with you?"
"This is my friend, Draco. Are Harry and Ron inside? I need to talk to them. It's kinda important."
"Yes they are. Password?"
"Fire-lit angels."
The portrait swung forward, and the two stepped into the large, warm common room.
"What the hell kinda password is that?" Draco whispered.
"Who knows?"
Harry and Ron looked up when the portrait opened. They were the only two Gryffindors that stayed. "Get the hell out!" Ron yelled. "I don't want to see either one of you scumbags!"
Draco opened his mouth to respond, but stopped when Hermione placed her hand on his chest and gave him a warning look. She stepped over to Ron and smacked him across the face, hard.
He swaggered back a few steps and grabbed his cheek. "What the fuck did you do that for, bitch?"
Harry jumped up quickly and ran over to Ron. "Are you alright?" he asked soothingly, touching his hand gingerly to Ron's cheek. "Why the hell would you do that, 'Mione? He did nothing to deserve that! What the hell has gotten into you lately? I don't even know you anymore."
"You two have no clue," she said smoothly. "I have been supportive of you two since you started dating, even though I constantly felt left out and awkward, but I didn't say anything because you were happy. You can't help who you fall in love with, and I fell in love with Draco Malfoy. If either of you two has a problem with that, keep it to yourselves 'cause I don't wanna hear about it."
The two boys looked at her with their mouths hanging opened. They hadn't thought she was serious. They had both figured that their relationship was based on physical attraction only, but Hermione had made it clear that she really did love him.
"Well that's good," Hermione said icily. "We'll be leaving now." With that, she and Draco walked out of the common room leaving two very stunned, very speechless Gryffindor boys.