Draco awoke first. The chilly atmosphere of the dungeons were unchanging. It was always dark in his dormitory. The only way of knowing the time was by the small clock on his bed side table. It was 6:30 in the afternoon. He groaned quietly. Draco and Abby had practically ran to his room right after breakfast. Their actions had tired them out for longer than he had expected. He sighed before gazing down at the sleeping figure next to him. Draco's silken black sheets clung to Abby's curves. Her light brown hair was slightly in her face, and her expression was relaxed and calm. Draco felt another familiar pang in his stomach. He shook himself quickly of it, though. He leaned on his side for a moment, gently sliding his hand down her side. His sheets were so thin, yet they were hiding so much of her. He could still see the tops of her breasts though. He grinned and leaned down over her face, placing a kiss on her soft forehead. It meant nothing, he told himself. Perhaps a pity kiss for what he planned to do next. Pushing himself up, he left his bed. Draco dressed quietly and left his dormitory; the door clicking closed every so quietly.
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Abby let out a soft 'hmm' noise as she rolled onto her stomach. Her eyes fluttered open, and she was thankful for the darkness of Draco's dormitory. She lifted her head off of the cushiony mattress. Draco wasn't with her. On some level she had expected him to leave, so she wasn't at all surprised. Abby snuggled her face into one of the pillows on his bed. She couldn't help it. His bed really was comfortable. Perhaps it really was fluffy, as much as Draco had protested against that prospect. Abby slowly got up, holding the soft sheets around her body loosely. She stared down at the floor. Even in the dimness she could see spots on the floor that were darker than the actual carpetting. She sighed remembering her ripped shirt. Abby grinned as she wondered what kind of hissy fit Draco would throw if he saw one of his designer white oxford shirts missing. She giggled and pushed herself off of his bed. She dressed in all of her clothes except her torn shirt. Abby picked her wand up from the floor and muttered 'Lumos!' She made her way over to Draco's wardrobe and opened it's wooden doors. She grabbed a random white shirt off of a hanger and slipped her arms through the sleeves. It was big on her, but comfortable and soft. It amused her that Draco had something that wasn't as hard as he made his exterior out to be. She buttoned up her, Draco's rather, shirt and left his dormitory. She closed her eyes and concentrated. When she opened her eyes her appearance had changed. She was now completely unrecognisable. She didn't want to leave looking like a Gryffindor. It was a simple precaution. Once she was out of the common room she changed back into herself and walked to the Great Hall.
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The lake was a dark grey color in reflection of the sky. The clouds above were foreboding as they slowly swirled in their threat to rain down onto the grounds. Draco grinned as he remembered the look on Abby's face before he fell asleep. Her eyes were hooded, and her breathing was hard and somewhat shaky. Some of her hair stuck to her lightly sweat-glazed chest. Her lips were somewhat red and swollen. Draco thought she looked perfect. Thoroughly well-fucked.
The coming evening was bound to be rainy and miserable. There was an unnatural fog all around him, and it seemed to be thickening. Draco could feel the cold air through the material of his robes. He decided going to dinner was the best idea, even if it involved seeing Abby after... enjoying her company earlier in his dorm.
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Harry dropped his glass of pumpkin juice and the icy orange contents spilled all over the table. "Ron! Hermione! Look at this!" Ron and Hermione leaned in around him automatically and looked at the Daily Prophet. "More escaped Death Eaters. ...Malfoy is one of them."
"Well I doubt he has much of a following with the Ministry now," Hermione said to the two. "He'll be caught. They'll all be caught."
Ron blinked at her. "Since when are you so sure?"
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Or we can all be morbid, useless children about it and cringe when someone says Voldemort."
Surely enough, Ron twitched.
"Voldemort" Hermione purred.
"Stop it," Ron muttered.
"Vooooldemort," she said again, her eyes shining with glee.
Ron jumped. "Stop it!"
"VoldievoldievoldievoldieVOLDEMORT!" She whispered across Harry so Ron could still hear.
Ron blinked at her again. "Honestly, Hermione. That's the freakiest thing you've ever done to me. What's wrong with you?"
Hermione shrugged. "Voldemort could have killed Harry a bunch of times and he hasn't."
Harry and Ron both looked at her. "Hermione, I don't think Voldemort is having second thoughts on my well-being."
"Oh so you're just All-Mighty, then? More powerful than him?" Hermione grinned as she spoke.
Harry stared blankly at her. "Are you.. feeling well?"
"We all know Voldemort is a coward. He went to kill a helpless little baby because he didn't want a challenge. And now, Harry, you're in your seventh year. Perhaps he just wants you to have a full education!" Hermione giggled.
"Oh good lord, she's possessed." Ron shook his head.
Harry nodded as Abby walked up. "Hey Abby."
"Morning," she smiled.
"Where were you today?" Ginny asked curiously.
Abby almost missed her seat. She regained her composure and attempted sitting down again. "I uhm.. er.. am really bad at lying?"
Harry and Ron chuckled. Ginny was giving Abby an odd look. "You weren't in any of our classes, and I didn't see you in the common room at all. ..Or at lunch."
"Ginny, you're not in any of our classes..." Harry trailed off.
"Ginny.. what are you doing?" Ron asked, a bit of fear in his tone.
"Finishing homework," she said not lifting her eyes or quill from her parchment, now.
"Yes, you've been finishing homework a lot lately," he continued.
Ginny flipped a page in her book. "Mhm. Yes. Shh. I need to do this."
"YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!" Ron said in a deep thundering voice.
Everyone on the two tables next to the table where Ron sat looked at him.
"You're her! She's you! I know it! You.. you.. you NAUGHTY GIRLS!" Ron was frantically pointing his finger at each of them in turn.
Harry tapped Ron on the shoulder. "Two questions, mate. What exactly are you going on about? And what kinds of objects have you been sticking up your nose? I think they're affecting your brain."
Ron shook his head. "Nonono. Don't you see it? Ginny is acting all.. Hermione-ish. And Hermione.. she's acting like Ginny."
The two girls smiled at one another. "Not so loud, Ron," Ginny said over her book, a malicious grin adourning her features.
Hermione looked at Ron. "Smart boy, my brother."
Harry blinked. "Are you trying to sound 'hip' when you say that.. or are you Ginny?"
The Supposedly-Hermione laughed. "Shh. And yes, I'm Ginny."
Ron and Harry and Abby all blinked. "Polyjuice? ..But for what?" Abby asked.
"Well, about a month ago, Ginny said she was having problems in Potions. We collaborated on her homework.. and that didn't work. So I decided we'd just brew up some Polyjuice potion and use it if we need to. Today, for instance, I took Ginny's Potions test. And this book?" Hermione-As-Ginny pointed to it. "This is actually MY homework. Hense why my nose is glued to this parchment. Or was."
Ron opened and closed his mouth. He did this four more times. Then he turned to Harry and Abby. "She says this like it's the most normal thing in the world."
Abby and Harry chuckled. Then someone caught her eye. Draco had just walked towards his house table. He'd been perfectly keen not to look at her. Harry noticed Abby's sudden quietness. His features looked tense.
"Abby I want to talk to you," he said. "Later," he added when Ginny.. Hermione.. one of them, looked up.
Abby felt a familiar pang in her stomach and she nodded. "Actually.. if you don't mind. How about right now?"
Harry nodded. "We'll see you guys later."
The two of them got up and walked out together. Draco, across the Hall noticed this, and glared. What the hell was going on? And WHY was his chicken so fucking cold? Malfoy Defiance of Authority: Eating chicken below 26.66 degrees celcius.
Harry and Abby started their conversation behind the statue of a very large, very creepy boar. "I'm not completely blind, you know. This scar doesn't affect my sight." Harry's arms were folded across his chest.
Abby sighed. "I don't want to discuss this."
Harry's brow furrowed above his circular-framed glasses. "We're friends, Abby. And something is bothering you. You can tell me-- oh GODS. Don't tell me."
Abby blinked. "What?"
"You love Malfoy!" He said in a frantic whisper.
"That's going a little far, Harry," Abby said grabbing his arm and trying to calm him.
"You like Malfoy!" He said only slightly more calm.
"...That's going a little far, Harry." Abby grinned. "Look it's nothing. It's just an attraction. Really. Nothing for you to fret about."
Harry had sadness in his emerald eyes. He nodded at her. "All right. I won't say anything."
Abby smirked. "Yes you will. Ron and Hermione?"
"Okay.. so maybe I will. Unless you really don't want me to..." He raised his eyebrows.
"Mleh.. just.. don't say anything to them for now. There really isn't anything going on." Abby shook her shoulders slightly.
"Where were you today, Ab?" Harry asked quickly.
"Draco's dormitory," she answered just as fast.
"Gotcha."
Abby grinned. "Quiet, you."
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Abby let out a soft 'hmm' noise as she rolled onto her stomach. Her eyes fluttered open, and she was thankful for the darkness of Draco's dormitory. She lifted her head off of the cushiony mattress. Draco wasn't with her. On some level she had expected him to leave, so she wasn't at all surprised. Abby snuggled her face into one of the pillows on his bed. She couldn't help it. His bed really was comfortable. Perhaps it really was fluffy, as much as Draco had protested against that prospect. Abby slowly got up, holding the soft sheets around her body loosely. She stared down at the floor. Even in the dimness she could see spots on the floor that were darker than the actual carpetting. She sighed remembering her ripped shirt. Abby grinned as she wondered what kind of hissy fit Draco would throw if he saw one of his designer white oxford shirts missing. She giggled and pushed herself off of his bed. She dressed in all of her clothes except her torn shirt. Abby picked her wand up from the floor and muttered 'Lumos!' She made her way over to Draco's wardrobe and opened it's wooden doors. She grabbed a random white shirt off of a hanger and slipped her arms through the sleeves. It was big on her, but comfortable and soft. It amused her that Draco had something that wasn't as hard as he made his exterior out to be. She buttoned up her, Draco's rather, shirt and left his dormitory. She closed her eyes and concentrated. When she opened her eyes her appearance had changed. She was now completely unrecognisable. She didn't want to leave looking like a Gryffindor. It was a simple precaution. Once she was out of the common room she changed back into herself and walked to the Great Hall.
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The lake was a dark grey color in reflection of the sky. The clouds above were foreboding as they slowly swirled in their threat to rain down onto the grounds. Draco grinned as he remembered the look on Abby's face before he fell asleep. Her eyes were hooded, and her breathing was hard and somewhat shaky. Some of her hair stuck to her lightly sweat-glazed chest. Her lips were somewhat red and swollen. Draco thought she looked perfect. Thoroughly well-fucked.
The coming evening was bound to be rainy and miserable. There was an unnatural fog all around him, and it seemed to be thickening. Draco could feel the cold air through the material of his robes. He decided going to dinner was the best idea, even if it involved seeing Abby after... enjoying her company earlier in his dorm.
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Harry dropped his glass of pumpkin juice and the icy orange contents spilled all over the table. "Ron! Hermione! Look at this!" Ron and Hermione leaned in around him automatically and looked at the Daily Prophet. "More escaped Death Eaters. ...Malfoy is one of them."
"Well I doubt he has much of a following with the Ministry now," Hermione said to the two. "He'll be caught. They'll all be caught."
Ron blinked at her. "Since when are you so sure?"
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Or we can all be morbid, useless children about it and cringe when someone says Voldemort."
Surely enough, Ron twitched.
"Voldemort" Hermione purred.
"Stop it," Ron muttered.
"Vooooldemort," she said again, her eyes shining with glee.
Ron jumped. "Stop it!"
"VoldievoldievoldievoldieVOLDEMORT!" She whispered across Harry so Ron could still hear.
Ron blinked at her again. "Honestly, Hermione. That's the freakiest thing you've ever done to me. What's wrong with you?"
Hermione shrugged. "Voldemort could have killed Harry a bunch of times and he hasn't."
Harry and Ron both looked at her. "Hermione, I don't think Voldemort is having second thoughts on my well-being."
"Oh so you're just All-Mighty, then? More powerful than him?" Hermione grinned as she spoke.
Harry stared blankly at her. "Are you.. feeling well?"
"We all know Voldemort is a coward. He went to kill a helpless little baby because he didn't want a challenge. And now, Harry, you're in your seventh year. Perhaps he just wants you to have a full education!" Hermione giggled.
"Oh good lord, she's possessed." Ron shook his head.
Harry nodded as Abby walked up. "Hey Abby."
"Morning," she smiled.
"Where were you today?" Ginny asked curiously.
Abby almost missed her seat. She regained her composure and attempted sitting down again. "I uhm.. er.. am really bad at lying?"
Harry and Ron chuckled. Ginny was giving Abby an odd look. "You weren't in any of our classes, and I didn't see you in the common room at all. ..Or at lunch."
"Ginny, you're not in any of our classes..." Harry trailed off.
"Ginny.. what are you doing?" Ron asked, a bit of fear in his tone.
"Finishing homework," she said not lifting her eyes or quill from her parchment, now.
"Yes, you've been finishing homework a lot lately," he continued.
Ginny flipped a page in her book. "Mhm. Yes. Shh. I need to do this."
"YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!" Ron said in a deep thundering voice.
Everyone on the two tables next to the table where Ron sat looked at him.
"You're her! She's you! I know it! You.. you.. you NAUGHTY GIRLS!" Ron was frantically pointing his finger at each of them in turn.
Harry tapped Ron on the shoulder. "Two questions, mate. What exactly are you going on about? And what kinds of objects have you been sticking up your nose? I think they're affecting your brain."
Ron shook his head. "Nonono. Don't you see it? Ginny is acting all.. Hermione-ish. And Hermione.. she's acting like Ginny."
The two girls smiled at one another. "Not so loud, Ron," Ginny said over her book, a malicious grin adourning her features.
Hermione looked at Ron. "Smart boy, my brother."
Harry blinked. "Are you trying to sound 'hip' when you say that.. or are you Ginny?"
The Supposedly-Hermione laughed. "Shh. And yes, I'm Ginny."
Ron and Harry and Abby all blinked. "Polyjuice? ..But for what?" Abby asked.
"Well, about a month ago, Ginny said she was having problems in Potions. We collaborated on her homework.. and that didn't work. So I decided we'd just brew up some Polyjuice potion and use it if we need to. Today, for instance, I took Ginny's Potions test. And this book?" Hermione-As-Ginny pointed to it. "This is actually MY homework. Hense why my nose is glued to this parchment. Or was."
Ron opened and closed his mouth. He did this four more times. Then he turned to Harry and Abby. "She says this like it's the most normal thing in the world."
Abby and Harry chuckled. Then someone caught her eye. Draco had just walked towards his house table. He'd been perfectly keen not to look at her. Harry noticed Abby's sudden quietness. His features looked tense.
"Abby I want to talk to you," he said. "Later," he added when Ginny.. Hermione.. one of them, looked up.
Abby felt a familiar pang in her stomach and she nodded. "Actually.. if you don't mind. How about right now?"
Harry nodded. "We'll see you guys later."
The two of them got up and walked out together. Draco, across the Hall noticed this, and glared. What the hell was going on? And WHY was his chicken so fucking cold? Malfoy Defiance of Authority: Eating chicken below 26.66 degrees celcius.
Harry and Abby started their conversation behind the statue of a very large, very creepy boar. "I'm not completely blind, you know. This scar doesn't affect my sight." Harry's arms were folded across his chest.
Abby sighed. "I don't want to discuss this."
Harry's brow furrowed above his circular-framed glasses. "We're friends, Abby. And something is bothering you. You can tell me-- oh GODS. Don't tell me."
Abby blinked. "What?"
"You love Malfoy!" He said in a frantic whisper.
"That's going a little far, Harry," Abby said grabbing his arm and trying to calm him.
"You like Malfoy!" He said only slightly more calm.
"...That's going a little far, Harry." Abby grinned. "Look it's nothing. It's just an attraction. Really. Nothing for you to fret about."
Harry had sadness in his emerald eyes. He nodded at her. "All right. I won't say anything."
Abby smirked. "Yes you will. Ron and Hermione?"
"Okay.. so maybe I will. Unless you really don't want me to..." He raised his eyebrows.
"Mleh.. just.. don't say anything to them for now. There really isn't anything going on." Abby shook her shoulders slightly.
"Where were you today, Ab?" Harry asked quickly.
"Draco's dormitory," she answered just as fast.
"Gotcha."
Abby grinned. "Quiet, you."