A/N: Hey guys! Thanks for the reviews! After I hit 10000 words I'm expecting at least 10 reviews per chapter. I'm not posting until I have 15 reviews in total. Five per chapter or 15 in general. Whatever. Anyway... School is tough. I love forensics. Anyway...
Still dedicated to: Jesse Ringness
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any related characters. Copyright infringement is not pleasant and not intended. I do not own any bands I may use, however, I do own original characters and/or personalities I make for lesser known characters such as JKR's Blaise Zabini. I'm only saying this once: I do not own Harry Potter
A Maze in the Mist
Chapter 3: Is it me or is it you?
Draco sat down in the Great Hall for dinner that Friday night after his talk with Granger. He shook away any feelings he may have convinced himself he had. He was a Malfoy, and Malfoys didn't care about anyone but themselves and a few friends.
"How are you progressing with Granger now that she has a bloody boyfriend?" Draco asked as he sat next to Blaise. Blaise's eyes showed a momentary lapse of frustration, but soon he recovered.
"She has a fucking boyfriend? Give me his name, and I'll get rid of him." Blaise said menacingly as he looked down at his meat in disgust.
"Can't do that. We have rules. No excessive force or threats. We'll have to get him out of the picture. She could hardly remember your name." Draco let a hearty laugh escape his throat. He laughed a lot more often now. He supposed it was thanks to the Golden Girl.
"Shut up. The Mudblood isn't so easy to get as I thought. If I took any other Gryffindor they would have been broken by now." Blaise sneered glaring at the Gryffindor table.
"You think I don't know that? Of course I do. Let's make the bet a little more interesting. If someone beds her before Christmas, still abiding by the rules, the person gets 100 Galleons." Draco smirked thinking he had this in the bag. He ignored the voice in the back of his head that said that wasn't right.
"Deal." Blaise murmured as they shook on it. Both friends had smirks plastered on their faces as Hermione Granger subconsciously shifted in her seat next to Terry Boot at the Ravenclaw table.
"It would have been a lot less challenging if it was someone from Hufflepuff that she fancied."
"Don't say you're backing out of the bet now, my friend." Blaise smirked even wider as he placed a hand on Draco's shoulder.
"Never." Draco eyed Granger one last time as he stood up to walk to their common room.
*
"…Promise that forever we will never get better at growin' up and learning to lie. I'm on my way back home now. Good lives are gold like the oldest story. Will mine be told while I'm still young and horny?--"
"I don't know Draco. How horny are you?" Hermione asked causing a smile to escape Draco's lips.
"How horny do you want me to be?" Draco asked as he playfully got a centimeter from her lips.
"Very, very horny." Hermione whispered as she leaned into his lips. 'Wait! No! Alert! Alert! If you kiss her she'll say it's a mistake. If you back away then she'll think you have character or whatever the hell Gryffindors want.'
"I can't. It would be wrong." 'And you know a lot about wrong. Stupid git! You tried to kill her off too many times to say that. Oh shut up. This is the bet.'
"I don't know what came over me. I shouldn't have done that-" 'Knight in shining armor, Malfoy. Tell her it was your fault.'
"No, it was my fault. I shouldn't have done that. You have a boyfriend." Draco had to hold himself back from smirking. Since when was he the noble kind? He supposed that it all started a month and half ago with the bet.
"Yeah." She smiled, and without warning she jumped into his arms, making him fall into the sofa.
"You're the coolest, Drake." 'Drake. I quite like that.' He quickly snapped out of that. He wouldn't allow himself to feel anything for her, 'She's a muggleborn. Mudblood. She's a dirty disgusting Mudblood.'
"Listen, Hermione," Right now was the perfect moment to apologize. She wouldn't suspect he was up to something, "I need to apologize for things that happened over the years. I was just being childish. I realized that my father doesn't control me, and since he died this summer I've gained perspective. I loved him, and I know he loved me." He lied so smoothly its surprised himself. So maybe this confession was the truth? No. He wouldn't allow it to be. "I started out this year being cordial to you because I had to be, but now I'm glad I've become head boy because of the opportunity to be close to you. You're an amazing person, Hermione. I'm glad you gave me a chance."
Tears were slipping from her eyes while she hugged him tightly. She leaned in for a kiss, and besides the bet, he wanted to kiss her. He wouldn't be likely to admit it. He just settled for leaning in and kissing her. Her lips felt so soft to him, and even though they weren't perfectly united like some sappy love story, it did feel right to him.
"I can't." She jumped up and ran for her room.
"Stupid Mudblood." Draco said as he brushed off her lip gloss and shook his hair to mess it up slightly.
Frustrated with himself, he walked through a door to the Slytherin Common Room. He looked around and frowned. His friend was nowhere to be seen. He jogged to the seventh years boy dormitory and stepped into the door.
"Blaise." Draco spoke suddenly while Blaise just kept staring outside. If Draco didn't know any better he would say Blaise was a vampire. Every sunset he would be found by a window looking outside, and then he would stare at the stars. Draco appreciated this every once in a while, but Blaise had a nightly ritual he didn't like to miss.
"You kissed her and came here to gloat." Blaise spoke without turning around. Before Draco could say anything Blaise swung around and looked into his eyes, "She wouldn't put out. Come now, Draco, you knew it wouldn't be that easy."
"Blaise, mate, as long as I know I'm one step ahead of you, I'm just fine." Draco smirked at his friend who smirked right back.
"Do you have a trip scheduled to the lake with her tomorrow night?" Blaise asked with a wide smirk.
"What did you do to Boot, and when did you do it because Granger sure as hell wasn't crying when I talked to her before dinner." Draco smirked at his friend who laughed slightly.
"No potions for Granger, but it didn't say you couldn't use potions at all. I happened to remember Terry Boot having a small fancying period about Parvati Patil. All it took was a love potion for her and the opportunity presented for him. A sappy love note from me to her telling her to meet 'me' in a spare classroom. Too bad she was too into the note to see it wasn't her beloved boyfriend's handwriting. She went into the classroom to see them shagging." Blaise snickered looking to Draco.
Draco plastered a smirk on his face while his heart panged with sympathy for Hermione, "And you were there for her moment of need. You comforted her, and she agreed to go on a date with you. This levels the playing field." Draco felt himself growing angry even though he had no right to be. This was all a bet about a Mudblood.
"A date tomorrow. One to follow that. We can talk about 'feelings' and all the crap Gryffindors talk about. By Christmas she'll be in my bed, and the hundred Galleons will be mine." Blaise smirked as he stepped away from the window. He walked out leaving Draco to his thoughts.
He had to act fast or he was going to lose the gir--bet. Malfoys didn't lose bets, especially not The Draco Malfoy. Then again, Zabinis didn't lose bets either, and pitting them against one another was virtually unheard of. Losing was unacceptable to both. It would not happen yet it had to. Maybe he should cancel the bet now before Draco's only real friend was lost to him. 'Never.'
Before he knew it, he was back to his common room. Hermione was sitting reading a book. She was strong, this one. She went out with someone she really 'liked' and after two days he was cheating on her. Five minutes later she was going out with someone again. That was strange behavior for her. What did Blaise do?
"I heard you're going out with Blaise Zabini. What ever happened to Terry Boot?" Draco asked putting the smirk that was coming onto his face back inside him.
"Draco. We've only been going out a week or so and he is already cheating on me. Am I not a good person? And now I have to go to the lake with Blaise Zabini just because he was nice. I really don't want to do anything. He said he wants to be my friend, but I don't know!" She broke down crying, and Draco sighed loudly.
'Is a hundred Galleons really worth her whining?' Draco thought to himself as he sat down to put an arm around her, 'Gods.' He leant onto her and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
He then gave her another kiss that was a little closer to her lips. 'Vulnerability isn't against the rules.' He smirked besides himself as something unexpected happened. She took her arms and swung them around his neck enveloping him in a deep kiss.
With her on top, Draco had a nice view of the Mudblood's cleavage. They should've made robes illegal for women, in Draco's opinion. He really couldn't tell that she had some nice breasts before this moment.
She moaned into his lips which gave him the perfect opportunity to put his tongue into her mouth. His tongue caressed her teeth as she lightly sucked on his tongue. He pressed himself firmly into her while she moaned.
He was surprised with himself to have such a reaction to her. He felt an erection coming on which pressed into her. He felt her eyelashes flutter open in surprise. He took his tongue out of her mouth and moved his mouth to place light kisses along her jaw. She moaned loudly as he got down to her neck and found an especially sensitive spot.
His erection, meanwhile, grew and firmly pressed into her thigh. He started to open up her blouse when she pushed him away with a simple, "I want to, but I'm not ready to yet."
"It's fine. You're vulnerable; it wouldn't be right." 'Prude bitch.' He thought sourly to himself while he backed away trying to look somewhat fidgety. Like he hadn't been in this situation so many different times before. Of course, he wasn't available for anyone for a one night stand. He respected witches. Pureblood witches anyway.
He, unlike many other wizards, thought that it was ridiculous how males in the Muggle world and Wizarding world alike could juggle so many women and sleep with so many of them without any attachment whatsoever. They were just called quote unquote 'players', and when women did the same thing she would be called a whore or something of that magnitude. He, personally, thought it was wrong. He had some morals.
"Thanks for understanding Draco. You're the best." 'Check please.'
"It's fine," He repeated with a smile on his face. "Are you still going to the lake with Blaise? Maybe he just wants to be friends." Hey, just because Draco had the win right now wouldn't mean that he didn't want a challenge.
"I suppose I could. First, I would like to know what this means. I'm not sure I can trust anyone completely, let alone you." 'Whiney bitch. Stupid rule about alcohol. I wouldn't mind if she stopped whining.'
"I'll have to work for your trust. I don't know what we are. We have a lot of history, and I wouldn't want you to get in a row with your friends." Ironically, that was exactly what he and Blaise were trying to do. How would her friends react when they saw them kiss. Would they abandon her? He truly doubted that. If Slytherins wouldn't abandon him if he fell for her- technically speaking of course- then Gryffindors certainly would get over it. While they got over it, Draco would cause hell for her. He would break up the dream team. He had to stop himself from smirking at the thought.
"You're always thinking of me." She said so sweetly that it hit Draco with just how trusting she was. He could piss on her now, and she would forgive him. This was just too easy! Too easy… Much, much too easy… Did she know.
'Being a tad too paranoid Draco old buddy.' She had to know, though. He put her through torture year after year for six years, and suddenly she just kisses him? That just made no sense whatsoever. She just had to know something.
He mumbled some kind of stupid reply and bid her goodbye while he walked through a door to the Slytherin common room. He rushed to Blaise who was sitting next to a sixth year chatting.
"Thomas." Draco nodded to the younger pupil and smirked.
"Draco." The brown-eyed, dark haired boy nodded to Draco and smirked himself.
"I need to speak with Blaise. If you'd excuse us." Draco said curtly, all the while grabbing Blaise's shoulder and using pure muscle to pull him up. Blaise shot him a curious look.
"Excuse us." Blaise said while walking out the portrait hole with Blaise, "What the hell is your problem, Draco?" Blaise inquired while Draco made sure his face was blank as he led Blaise through halls to go outside. In the darkness of the night, no one could see them.
"I think she knows." He said hurriedly.
"You dragged me out here in winter, in the fucking snow to tell me of suspicions. I don't have time for your nonsense today, mate." Blaise simple replied while grasping his cloak and putting it on. "What proof do you have?"
"I need none. Think about it. I've put her through hell 24 fucking hours a day for six fucking years! Now all of a sudden we almost have fucking sex? What the fuck do you suppose happened? She suddenly just fucking decided she'd fucking forgive me? And fucking you? She didn't even know your name, and she gets over that fucking pansy Terry fucking Boot in one day just because you fucking comfort her? Fuck! What the fuck is that?--"
"Breathe in. Breathe out." Blaise smiled causing Draco to calm down and start laughing. "You fucking are fucking blowing fucking this fucking out fucking of fucking propfuckingorfuckingtion." He smiled even wider.
"I get it! I used fuck a little too many times. Brutal, aren't you Zabini?" Draco asked getting an evil glint in his eyes.
"You know it." Blaise answered all while getting an evil glint in his eye himself.
Suddenly, Draco pushed Blaise into the ice cold, almost frozen, water. Blaise, anticipating this move, grasped onto Draco's shoulders and went into the water with him.
"I was almost surprised, Blaise." Draco said while getting out of the water, "Too bad I had already cast a heating charm and a protective charm."
Blaise, having had the same idea came out completely dry himself, "I could say the same, Draco."
"Finite incatatem." Draco spoke quickly while pushing Blaise into the water. He almost screamed while landing in the ice cold water. So, they had an excuse for being out there. Draco was head boy, and had no curfew, and Blaise was a prefect so he was safe also. Too bad them getting caught being so childish would still get them a good lecture, especially so close to regular curfew.
"Dead ferret brains, Malfoy. Three. Two. One!" Blaise ran after Draco, still dripping wet. The couple of people who were around were surprised to see Draco, who was usually strict and calm AND collected, so carefree and happy.
People around them were laughing like crazy, and when Draco fell on his arse, they erupted in laughter. Draco, however, didn't care. Blaise was right there with his wand out.
"Prepare to die!" And with that, Blaise tackled Draco. After a few minutes, they calmed down and just sat on the floor laughing their heads off.
"That's the best time I've had in quite a while." People who lingered around were given detentions for being out past curfew.
A/N: I loved writing this chapter.
Still dedicated to: Jesse Ringness
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any related characters. Copyright infringement is not pleasant and not intended. I do not own any bands I may use, however, I do own original characters and/or personalities I make for lesser known characters such as JKR's Blaise Zabini. I'm only saying this once: I do not own Harry Potter
A Maze in the Mist
Chapter 3: Is it me or is it you?
Draco sat down in the Great Hall for dinner that Friday night after his talk with Granger. He shook away any feelings he may have convinced himself he had. He was a Malfoy, and Malfoys didn't care about anyone but themselves and a few friends.
"How are you progressing with Granger now that she has a bloody boyfriend?" Draco asked as he sat next to Blaise. Blaise's eyes showed a momentary lapse of frustration, but soon he recovered.
"She has a fucking boyfriend? Give me his name, and I'll get rid of him." Blaise said menacingly as he looked down at his meat in disgust.
"Can't do that. We have rules. No excessive force or threats. We'll have to get him out of the picture. She could hardly remember your name." Draco let a hearty laugh escape his throat. He laughed a lot more often now. He supposed it was thanks to the Golden Girl.
"Shut up. The Mudblood isn't so easy to get as I thought. If I took any other Gryffindor they would have been broken by now." Blaise sneered glaring at the Gryffindor table.
"You think I don't know that? Of course I do. Let's make the bet a little more interesting. If someone beds her before Christmas, still abiding by the rules, the person gets 100 Galleons." Draco smirked thinking he had this in the bag. He ignored the voice in the back of his head that said that wasn't right.
"Deal." Blaise murmured as they shook on it. Both friends had smirks plastered on their faces as Hermione Granger subconsciously shifted in her seat next to Terry Boot at the Ravenclaw table.
"It would have been a lot less challenging if it was someone from Hufflepuff that she fancied."
"Don't say you're backing out of the bet now, my friend." Blaise smirked even wider as he placed a hand on Draco's shoulder.
"Never." Draco eyed Granger one last time as he stood up to walk to their common room.
*
"…Promise that forever we will never get better at growin' up and learning to lie. I'm on my way back home now. Good lives are gold like the oldest story. Will mine be told while I'm still young and horny?--"
"I don't know Draco. How horny are you?" Hermione asked causing a smile to escape Draco's lips.
"How horny do you want me to be?" Draco asked as he playfully got a centimeter from her lips.
"Very, very horny." Hermione whispered as she leaned into his lips. 'Wait! No! Alert! Alert! If you kiss her she'll say it's a mistake. If you back away then she'll think you have character or whatever the hell Gryffindors want.'
"I can't. It would be wrong." 'And you know a lot about wrong. Stupid git! You tried to kill her off too many times to say that. Oh shut up. This is the bet.'
"I don't know what came over me. I shouldn't have done that-" 'Knight in shining armor, Malfoy. Tell her it was your fault.'
"No, it was my fault. I shouldn't have done that. You have a boyfriend." Draco had to hold himself back from smirking. Since when was he the noble kind? He supposed that it all started a month and half ago with the bet.
"Yeah." She smiled, and without warning she jumped into his arms, making him fall into the sofa.
"You're the coolest, Drake." 'Drake. I quite like that.' He quickly snapped out of that. He wouldn't allow himself to feel anything for her, 'She's a muggleborn. Mudblood. She's a dirty disgusting Mudblood.'
"Listen, Hermione," Right now was the perfect moment to apologize. She wouldn't suspect he was up to something, "I need to apologize for things that happened over the years. I was just being childish. I realized that my father doesn't control me, and since he died this summer I've gained perspective. I loved him, and I know he loved me." He lied so smoothly its surprised himself. So maybe this confession was the truth? No. He wouldn't allow it to be. "I started out this year being cordial to you because I had to be, but now I'm glad I've become head boy because of the opportunity to be close to you. You're an amazing person, Hermione. I'm glad you gave me a chance."
Tears were slipping from her eyes while she hugged him tightly. She leaned in for a kiss, and besides the bet, he wanted to kiss her. He wouldn't be likely to admit it. He just settled for leaning in and kissing her. Her lips felt so soft to him, and even though they weren't perfectly united like some sappy love story, it did feel right to him.
"I can't." She jumped up and ran for her room.
"Stupid Mudblood." Draco said as he brushed off her lip gloss and shook his hair to mess it up slightly.
Frustrated with himself, he walked through a door to the Slytherin Common Room. He looked around and frowned. His friend was nowhere to be seen. He jogged to the seventh years boy dormitory and stepped into the door.
"Blaise." Draco spoke suddenly while Blaise just kept staring outside. If Draco didn't know any better he would say Blaise was a vampire. Every sunset he would be found by a window looking outside, and then he would stare at the stars. Draco appreciated this every once in a while, but Blaise had a nightly ritual he didn't like to miss.
"You kissed her and came here to gloat." Blaise spoke without turning around. Before Draco could say anything Blaise swung around and looked into his eyes, "She wouldn't put out. Come now, Draco, you knew it wouldn't be that easy."
"Blaise, mate, as long as I know I'm one step ahead of you, I'm just fine." Draco smirked at his friend who smirked right back.
"Do you have a trip scheduled to the lake with her tomorrow night?" Blaise asked with a wide smirk.
"What did you do to Boot, and when did you do it because Granger sure as hell wasn't crying when I talked to her before dinner." Draco smirked at his friend who laughed slightly.
"No potions for Granger, but it didn't say you couldn't use potions at all. I happened to remember Terry Boot having a small fancying period about Parvati Patil. All it took was a love potion for her and the opportunity presented for him. A sappy love note from me to her telling her to meet 'me' in a spare classroom. Too bad she was too into the note to see it wasn't her beloved boyfriend's handwriting. She went into the classroom to see them shagging." Blaise snickered looking to Draco.
Draco plastered a smirk on his face while his heart panged with sympathy for Hermione, "And you were there for her moment of need. You comforted her, and she agreed to go on a date with you. This levels the playing field." Draco felt himself growing angry even though he had no right to be. This was all a bet about a Mudblood.
"A date tomorrow. One to follow that. We can talk about 'feelings' and all the crap Gryffindors talk about. By Christmas she'll be in my bed, and the hundred Galleons will be mine." Blaise smirked as he stepped away from the window. He walked out leaving Draco to his thoughts.
He had to act fast or he was going to lose the gir--bet. Malfoys didn't lose bets, especially not The Draco Malfoy. Then again, Zabinis didn't lose bets either, and pitting them against one another was virtually unheard of. Losing was unacceptable to both. It would not happen yet it had to. Maybe he should cancel the bet now before Draco's only real friend was lost to him. 'Never.'
Before he knew it, he was back to his common room. Hermione was sitting reading a book. She was strong, this one. She went out with someone she really 'liked' and after two days he was cheating on her. Five minutes later she was going out with someone again. That was strange behavior for her. What did Blaise do?
"I heard you're going out with Blaise Zabini. What ever happened to Terry Boot?" Draco asked putting the smirk that was coming onto his face back inside him.
"Draco. We've only been going out a week or so and he is already cheating on me. Am I not a good person? And now I have to go to the lake with Blaise Zabini just because he was nice. I really don't want to do anything. He said he wants to be my friend, but I don't know!" She broke down crying, and Draco sighed loudly.
'Is a hundred Galleons really worth her whining?' Draco thought to himself as he sat down to put an arm around her, 'Gods.' He leant onto her and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
He then gave her another kiss that was a little closer to her lips. 'Vulnerability isn't against the rules.' He smirked besides himself as something unexpected happened. She took her arms and swung them around his neck enveloping him in a deep kiss.
With her on top, Draco had a nice view of the Mudblood's cleavage. They should've made robes illegal for women, in Draco's opinion. He really couldn't tell that she had some nice breasts before this moment.
She moaned into his lips which gave him the perfect opportunity to put his tongue into her mouth. His tongue caressed her teeth as she lightly sucked on his tongue. He pressed himself firmly into her while she moaned.
He was surprised with himself to have such a reaction to her. He felt an erection coming on which pressed into her. He felt her eyelashes flutter open in surprise. He took his tongue out of her mouth and moved his mouth to place light kisses along her jaw. She moaned loudly as he got down to her neck and found an especially sensitive spot.
His erection, meanwhile, grew and firmly pressed into her thigh. He started to open up her blouse when she pushed him away with a simple, "I want to, but I'm not ready to yet."
"It's fine. You're vulnerable; it wouldn't be right." 'Prude bitch.' He thought sourly to himself while he backed away trying to look somewhat fidgety. Like he hadn't been in this situation so many different times before. Of course, he wasn't available for anyone for a one night stand. He respected witches. Pureblood witches anyway.
He, unlike many other wizards, thought that it was ridiculous how males in the Muggle world and Wizarding world alike could juggle so many women and sleep with so many of them without any attachment whatsoever. They were just called quote unquote 'players', and when women did the same thing she would be called a whore or something of that magnitude. He, personally, thought it was wrong. He had some morals.
"Thanks for understanding Draco. You're the best." 'Check please.'
"It's fine," He repeated with a smile on his face. "Are you still going to the lake with Blaise? Maybe he just wants to be friends." Hey, just because Draco had the win right now wouldn't mean that he didn't want a challenge.
"I suppose I could. First, I would like to know what this means. I'm not sure I can trust anyone completely, let alone you." 'Whiney bitch. Stupid rule about alcohol. I wouldn't mind if she stopped whining.'
"I'll have to work for your trust. I don't know what we are. We have a lot of history, and I wouldn't want you to get in a row with your friends." Ironically, that was exactly what he and Blaise were trying to do. How would her friends react when they saw them kiss. Would they abandon her? He truly doubted that. If Slytherins wouldn't abandon him if he fell for her- technically speaking of course- then Gryffindors certainly would get over it. While they got over it, Draco would cause hell for her. He would break up the dream team. He had to stop himself from smirking at the thought.
"You're always thinking of me." She said so sweetly that it hit Draco with just how trusting she was. He could piss on her now, and she would forgive him. This was just too easy! Too easy… Much, much too easy… Did she know.
'Being a tad too paranoid Draco old buddy.' She had to know, though. He put her through torture year after year for six years, and suddenly she just kisses him? That just made no sense whatsoever. She just had to know something.
He mumbled some kind of stupid reply and bid her goodbye while he walked through a door to the Slytherin common room. He rushed to Blaise who was sitting next to a sixth year chatting.
"Thomas." Draco nodded to the younger pupil and smirked.
"Draco." The brown-eyed, dark haired boy nodded to Draco and smirked himself.
"I need to speak with Blaise. If you'd excuse us." Draco said curtly, all the while grabbing Blaise's shoulder and using pure muscle to pull him up. Blaise shot him a curious look.
"Excuse us." Blaise said while walking out the portrait hole with Blaise, "What the hell is your problem, Draco?" Blaise inquired while Draco made sure his face was blank as he led Blaise through halls to go outside. In the darkness of the night, no one could see them.
"I think she knows." He said hurriedly.
"You dragged me out here in winter, in the fucking snow to tell me of suspicions. I don't have time for your nonsense today, mate." Blaise simple replied while grasping his cloak and putting it on. "What proof do you have?"
"I need none. Think about it. I've put her through hell 24 fucking hours a day for six fucking years! Now all of a sudden we almost have fucking sex? What the fuck do you suppose happened? She suddenly just fucking decided she'd fucking forgive me? And fucking you? She didn't even know your name, and she gets over that fucking pansy Terry fucking Boot in one day just because you fucking comfort her? Fuck! What the fuck is that?--"
"Breathe in. Breathe out." Blaise smiled causing Draco to calm down and start laughing. "You fucking are fucking blowing fucking this fucking out fucking of fucking propfuckingorfuckingtion." He smiled even wider.
"I get it! I used fuck a little too many times. Brutal, aren't you Zabini?" Draco asked getting an evil glint in his eyes.
"You know it." Blaise answered all while getting an evil glint in his eye himself.
Suddenly, Draco pushed Blaise into the ice cold, almost frozen, water. Blaise, anticipating this move, grasped onto Draco's shoulders and went into the water with him.
"I was almost surprised, Blaise." Draco said while getting out of the water, "Too bad I had already cast a heating charm and a protective charm."
Blaise, having had the same idea came out completely dry himself, "I could say the same, Draco."
"Finite incatatem." Draco spoke quickly while pushing Blaise into the water. He almost screamed while landing in the ice cold water. So, they had an excuse for being out there. Draco was head boy, and had no curfew, and Blaise was a prefect so he was safe also. Too bad them getting caught being so childish would still get them a good lecture, especially so close to regular curfew.
"Dead ferret brains, Malfoy. Three. Two. One!" Blaise ran after Draco, still dripping wet. The couple of people who were around were surprised to see Draco, who was usually strict and calm AND collected, so carefree and happy.
People around them were laughing like crazy, and when Draco fell on his arse, they erupted in laughter. Draco, however, didn't care. Blaise was right there with his wand out.
"Prepare to die!" And with that, Blaise tackled Draco. After a few minutes, they calmed down and just sat on the floor laughing their heads off.
"That's the best time I've had in quite a while." People who lingered around were given detentions for being out past curfew.
A/N: I loved writing this chapter.