Part 3
Harry walked back to Gryffindor Tower slowly, so as to not disturb his still wobbly legs. His mind was still reeling from the unexpected kiss from Draco... and so was his body. When he finally entered the Common Room, Ron and Hermione were waiting quietly on the cushy couch in front of the fireplace.
And when it's said that they were waiting, that really means they were snogging each other senseless.
Harry sat down in the armchair next to Hermione and Ron's couch and pulled his knees to his chin, waiting for the engrossed couple to notice him. While he waited, he pondered his run-in with Draco.
An hour and a half later, Hermione finally came up for air for just barely longer than a second, and she finally noticed Harry staring into the fire. She gasped, and crawled off of Ron, much to Ron's disappontment.
"Hey, what's wrong, Love? Why'd you-" Then Ron managed to notice Harry's presense. "Oh! Hey there, mate! How'd telling off Malfoy go? I bet you really gave it to 'em, didn't you?"
"Oh..." started Harry, "I gave him something alright."
"Atta boy, mate. Knew you had it in you." Ron grinned. Harry just nodded.
"Now, you didn't go and do anything foolish, did you, Harry?" asked Hermione authoritatively. "Malfoy's not hurt or cursed sideways or anything, right?"
"Oh, he's just fine, Hermione. Don't worry." Harry smiled pleasently. "Although I think I've given him something to think about for a while."
"Alright then." Hermione nodded.
Then the Gryffindor Trio went back to their previous activities. And Harry wondered if Draco had Harry on his mind as much as Harry had Draco on his.
~*~TBC~*~