Three Loves for a Dragon
By: Lalaa – Yay! All the rest of the story like the last chappie will be by me! dances around the room like Ed from Cowboy Bebop
This chapter dedicated to: The Lovely People Who Reviewed My Last Chapter!
Chapter Three: Permission and Payment
Draco stood at the Fat Lady portrait, looking at Ron with a sheepish smile. There stood yet another moment of awkward silence between the two supposed enemies. "May I come in?" Malfoy whispered, widening only one eye. Ron's eyes widened as he poked his head through the door and looked both ways frantically, somewhat resembling that of a Clownfish. Ron then looked inside the common room, and watched at all the people entertaining themselves one way or another.
"Draco," He paused in his husky whisper. "What do you want?" He stood there rather nervous, that Draco might do him in or something.
"To talk." Draco said simply. His expression was annoyed, yet somewhat blank. Draco gestured his arm asking if he could come in. Ron rapidly shook his head, sending his red hair flying.
"Fine, come follow me...quickly, up to my room, no one is there at the moment." Ron turned around and bolted up the stairs, running into his room, forgetting the game of wizard chess he was participating in. Draco walked casually into the common room, snickering to himself, as no one noticed a Slytherin had entered their territory. He made his way slyly up the steps, hands in his high-water khakis. The door shut with a drawn out creak.
Ron sat on his bed, then nodded his head at Draco and pointed towards the bed opposite, for him to site on. Keeping his distance, he was. Draco casually pushed his legs apart, and leaned over onto them, his forearms resting on his lower thigh. Draco looked up, feeling a bit off that he was talking to this weasel about his..."Love?" he thought.
"It is your sister." Ron's eyes grew wider than their normal bug. Ron stood up. Unsuccessfully at that, he hit his head on the top bunk bed. Ron collapsed to sitting back on the bed, and then rubbed his head.
"What's wrong with her? What happened?" He said frantically, while rubbing his head tenderly, wincing at the pain. Draco rolled his eyes at the comment, knowing that nothing had happened to her. Something had happened to him. Although he still couldn't put his pale, slender finger on it yet.
"Do you know if she—"he cut himself off. "Likes-anyone-at-Hogwarts?" he spoke rapidly, stringing his words together. Draco looked down at the floor, not seeming like the usual Draco. The usual Malfoy would... "Do not be ashamed." He thought under that gel-flaked scalp of his. "Malfoy's do not show angst, and they do not show emotion to those not deserving." He thought harshly to himself as he raised his head from the speck on the carpeting, and looked Ron dead in those worried eyes of his.
Ron seemed a bit taken aback by what his foe had just said. Thoughts were running though his red head very frantically. His eyes stayed transfixed at Draco, with that buggy stare, his face flushing. "Why? You don't..." he paused in his own anxiety, and gulped. "Like her do you?" Ron knew her secrets, and Hermione knew many of them as well, but not the one, the one that's threatening to any situation. It especially would be, if it were to concern Draco.
Draco just started at Ron, blankly in the eyes, as he kept contact, faintly nodding his head once. Ron clasped his hand to his head in grief. He sighed loudly as he saw Malfoy raise an eyebrow at his gestures. "So?" Draco stated in a monotone voice. Draco expected an answer, and he wanted one now.
"Ginny? Why Ginny? Why can't you like someone else?" He gulped once again; running his pale hand through is bright red hair. "Not that I know of. But if you want to tell her, or whatever, I have no problem." He seemed to regret his words, but said nothing about it. "I'll stay quiet about this. Just, don't mess with her, if you get my drift. I'm supposed to be looking out for her!" His voice started to rise. His voice softened as he spoke once more, "She has a problem..." His voice trailed off.
Draco looked at him in approval. "Maybe the weasel won't be that bad, but who knows about that pothead friend of his." Draco averted his attention to Ron, who was struggling with his words.
"If she so happened to like someone, whenever she were to come across that person, with extreme emotion trailing her thoughts, she would...Change perso-- " Ron was cut off as someone bombarded into the room. Harry looked at Ron, then to Draco, trying to comprehend why the hell those two blokes would be chatting.
"Neville told me that he thought he saw Draco strolling through the common room heading up here." Harry's face was stern as he slammed the door, making Ron jump in the bed, hitting his head once again. "So what are you doing here Malfoy?" He looked at Draco with loathing as he still stood at the door.
"I was just leaving." Draco's sentence was short, as he moved gently from the bed, making sure not to hit his head as Ron had. Draco pushed Harry out of the way. As he opened the door, he looked back, and acknowledged Ron with a head nod seeming to thank him for his time. He exited the dorm, as he then made his way through the common room and out the Fat Lady.
"What in the bloody hell was that, Ron?" Harry walked over to the bed opposite Ron, where Draco had sat. He sat down, hands in his lap.
"He just wanted..." he gulped, "homework help, for...charms class. Yes, charms class!" Ron smiled fakely as he looked at Harry's disbelieving face. "Speaking of homework, shall we start ours?" Ron gestured towards the door.
"Why not..." Harry said skeptically, as he watched Ron rub his head a final time before grabbing his books.
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Draco walked down towards the library to do some of his homework. He had fallen a bit in Transfiguration, and needed to boost it up again. "Damn teachers can't even realize a good minimum paper when they read one..." he muttered to himself. He briskly made his way down the hall, in a happy mood for no apparent reason. He hummed to himself a song that muggles sang during Christmas, even though Christmas was hardly here. He started to sing in his head as he hummed along. "I'm mister heat miser I'm mister sun. I'm mister green Christmas, Mr. 101. They call me heat miser, whatever I touch. Starts to melt in my clutch." He paused and struck a pose. "Dun dun dun dun... I'M TOO MUCH!" He accidentally said aloud. People that were meandering in the halls gave him odd looks as they kind of backed away. But the girls who were flustered with his presence just swooned. Obviously they had not known that was some child Christmas song to muggles. He smiled and imitated Gilderoy Lockhart; pointing and smiling, showing his pearly whites.
Draco was so emerced in his thoughts and actions that he didn't know that a small boy had crept up on him and started snapping flashes of light at him. The boy was crouched on the floor, pushed against the wall, and right out in front of Draco's face at several moments. The boy started clicking his rather large old-fashioned camera at the now aware Draco.
"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?" He scoffed at the small brown-haired boy. The boy quivered a bit. "How come you're not taking pictures of your beloved Harry Potter? That is what you do, is that not it?" Draco's tone served harsh to the young boy.
"I-I just wanted to get some photos, that is all." The boy lowered his lens, and let the camera hang down from his scrawny neck. Draco shooed the boy away with his hand. The small boy named Creevy, Colin Creevy, slumped off down the hall. The one thing Malfoy had not seen was the sly smirk on Colin's downward-tilted head. Colin looked back at Draco before he rounded the corner, solemn-faced. Draco gave him a glare, as Colin ran off down that corridor.
Hermione opened the door and let her pale olive skinned arm reach out to grab Colin's collar. A small yelp came from his mouth as he was pulled inside the broom closet. "Have you got them?" Hermione asked him in a hushed fury. She stuck out her hand to be handed the camera.
Colin adjusted his position on top of the bucket he had rested on. Hermione sat there glaring at Colin. A broomstick suddenly whapped her in the face. "Whoops..." Colin chucked, hand over mouth. She pulled the broomstick off of her face and forced it against the wall. A freshly wet mop then slapped her on the nose. Water started dripping off her face, and onto her unflattering shirt. Hermione finally, after a few minutes of struggling, and clanging amongst the broom closet, was able to sit back down. Colin paused after she had settled, then remarked, "I have them, plenty of them for a first shot... Now give me the galleons." He held out his hand.
Hermione glared at him as she stuck her tangled hand into her oversized pocket. She gathered two galleons for this picture round, and shoved it into his chest. He smiled sheepishly, his tiny frame of a ribcage throbbing. "I'll have them by the end of the week." He said simply as he attempted to get out of the claustrophobic space. Hermione grabbed his arm tightly, before he escaped her quarters.
"I will need to do more for me, Colin. Maybe even some more promiscuous photos. But I will shoe you in. I will let you know. And there will be payment." She said with a rather raspy voice. Colin nodded, with buggy eyes, a tad scared, and strolled out of the cramped broom closet, camera around his neck. Hermione watched him leave, as she poked her head out the door to look if the coast was clear for her to prance out of her office. She saw no one, and happily skipped down the halls, all the while thinking of what else she could take of Draco's. She split her face with a wide grin, bearing her gums.
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Hermione made her way through the Gryffindor Common Room, as she smiled at everyone present, making herself look untarnished. She stepped up the stairs lightly, and acted as if she were to turn to the girls' dormitory. She sneered at her own sneaky-ness, and made a sharp turn towards the boys' dorm. Harry was not a prefect, so thus he did not get his own room. She smiled as she crept into his room. She made her way towards the middle bed, tiptoeing. She opened the chest that was sitting aside the end of the bed. The wooden chest creaked as she opened it. Hedwig suddenly started to squawk uncontrollably. Hermione looked around frantically inside the chest, as Hedwig continued to give out her position.
Loud thumping noises could be heard rising the steps. She fumbled through the chest as she found the liquid silk cape that she had returned from last time's usage. She grabbed it, and pulled it up over her head. The door's handle creaked and clicked. She then kicked the chest shut with a loud thud. Granger stood in a corner with the invisibility cloak hanging over her lank body.
Harry had come up the stairs, to see what was going on. He first calmed Hedwig, then surveyed the room. He cocked his eyebrows, his wrinkles in his forehead becoming pronounced. He could not see anything wrong with the room. Thus, that's what invisibility cloaks are used for. Harry shrugged his muscular shoulders and walked his way out of the room, screaming some random outburst downstairs, clarifying nothing was there. Hermione's lips curled devilishly as she made her way through the door, making sure not to make a sound. She walked lightly down the stairs, not to disturb anyone.
"I'm going to go to the kitchen if anybody else wants to come, or tell me what they would like?" Neville asked as he looked towards Harry. Harry nodded. A widespread scream of orders came from the hungry mouths of the miniscule amount of boys and girls gathered by the cooling fire. Neville nodded as he and Harry made their way out of the common room, towards the kitchen. Hermione chuckled inside her maniacal brain, as she followed them out of the door. Quite a nifty coincidence for her, it was.
Granger made her way rather quietly towards the Slytherin keep. Her body invisible to anything but the Marauder's Map. Her face was relaxed in concentration as she dodged the small amount of people roaming the halls after their dinner. The entrance then came into clear view as she approached it in the dark place. She had been here before, earlier this week, and thus had memorized the password. Handy trick this cloak was. The entrance slid open cautiously, letting her in. She made sure that Harry's cloak was fully covering her, as she stood before the common room. She nodded to herself, as she made her way through the loud chatter that filled the shadowy walls. She walked by the fireplace and grabbed a deliciously looking apple. She stuffed it into her invisible pocket as she headed towards the stairs.
The apple sank into her teeth as she started to chew it. Her eyes grew wide as she spat it out. The apple fragment seeming to come from nowhere. "Wonderful..." She stated to herself. "Wax." She placed the apple by the fragment on the top of the stairwell. Her shoulder shrugged as she made her way to Draco's dormitory. Her face became puzzled as she looked for his dorm frantically, finding the other prefects', but not his. She pondered as she saw a door that she had not opened before. She slowly made her way to it, still under the liquid silk. She opened the door, which did not creak. She shrugged once again as to the fact that is was unlocked. "Easier for me!" She remarked to herself.
She entered the beautifully decorated room. The cherry wood drawers smiled in familiarity. She stepped before the door, and shut it gingerly. Her footsteps were not heard as she moved her legs towards the bed. The sheer curtains revealed a sleeping man. He was curled up like somewhat of a kitten. She smiled sincerely as she pulled back the curtains. His back was facing her, but it was impossible to miss those bleach-blonde locks of his. Her face became quiet, as she looked peaceful. She stroked his gel-free hair. Draco unconsciously reacted as he smiled, and moved his body; his clothed back pressing against the soft sheets of the bed.
He was an angel. She stopped stoking his hair as his smile faded, but hers widened. She looked at his chest, where he was grasping a toy, a small stuffed dragon, green and shiny. She averted her attention towards her hand moving into her pocket. She grabbed two earplugs she bought at a muggle shop. She swiftly put them in his ears, then finished that task with putting a pair of earmuffs she had swiped from the Herbology teacher. He teeth bared. She was quite the kleptomaniac, and what she used from her collection at this moment was quite shameful.
She had visited the Weasley's house many 'a times. She just knew how Ron's father was obsessed with muggle objects. One day, while using the bogs during a call of nature, she spotted something. She had leaned over the toilet seat and grabbed the razor. She had used one of these before, but not quite like this. This was a new invention. It was electric. She grinned as she had taken it from the Weasley's house, and stuffed it in her basket- weave purse that was lying on the floor, next to her pants.
Hermione grinned at the flashback as she took out the razor from that same basket-weave purse. She set the razor on the ground and whispered "Silencio," with her wand in hand. To test out the razor, she turned it on. No sound came from it. She decided to try it on herself, to make sure it was working. She lifted up her pant leg and revealed the Shetland pony syndrome. She took the cordless razor to her leg and watched as numerous amounts of hair fell to the floor. She smiled as she stood up, pushing her pant leg down.
She pulled off the earmuffs, with no reason to keep them there anymore. The razor then maintained the silence as she pulled out another thing from her pocket. She leaned towards her beloved Draco, smile on her face.
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A/N: Haha! Yay for cliffhangers. Yay, well I'm really having fun with this story. The next chapter is guaranteed to be much funnier than this one. Plus Ginny will be introduced much more than I have in the past! Yes, well I have cranked out this story pretty fast! I guess those miniscule reviews that I got really pushed me to write it! See? When you leave a review it really does help the writer! Anyway! I've got a lot to do the following week(s). So I may not have the next chappie up as soon as I have for these ones. But believe me, if I get some reviews, then I will definitely be more motivated! cling Thank you all my party people! Oh yeah, I'm pretty much bored whenever I'm online, so talk to me! sings horribly
R/R!!!!! [please]
By: Lalaa – Yay! All the rest of the story like the last chappie will be by me! dances around the room like Ed from Cowboy Bebop
This chapter dedicated to: The Lovely People Who Reviewed My Last Chapter!
Chapter Three: Permission and Payment
Draco stood at the Fat Lady portrait, looking at Ron with a sheepish smile. There stood yet another moment of awkward silence between the two supposed enemies. "May I come in?" Malfoy whispered, widening only one eye. Ron's eyes widened as he poked his head through the door and looked both ways frantically, somewhat resembling that of a Clownfish. Ron then looked inside the common room, and watched at all the people entertaining themselves one way or another.
"Draco," He paused in his husky whisper. "What do you want?" He stood there rather nervous, that Draco might do him in or something.
"To talk." Draco said simply. His expression was annoyed, yet somewhat blank. Draco gestured his arm asking if he could come in. Ron rapidly shook his head, sending his red hair flying.
"Fine, come follow me...quickly, up to my room, no one is there at the moment." Ron turned around and bolted up the stairs, running into his room, forgetting the game of wizard chess he was participating in. Draco walked casually into the common room, snickering to himself, as no one noticed a Slytherin had entered their territory. He made his way slyly up the steps, hands in his high-water khakis. The door shut with a drawn out creak.
Ron sat on his bed, then nodded his head at Draco and pointed towards the bed opposite, for him to site on. Keeping his distance, he was. Draco casually pushed his legs apart, and leaned over onto them, his forearms resting on his lower thigh. Draco looked up, feeling a bit off that he was talking to this weasel about his..."Love?" he thought.
"It is your sister." Ron's eyes grew wider than their normal bug. Ron stood up. Unsuccessfully at that, he hit his head on the top bunk bed. Ron collapsed to sitting back on the bed, and then rubbed his head.
"What's wrong with her? What happened?" He said frantically, while rubbing his head tenderly, wincing at the pain. Draco rolled his eyes at the comment, knowing that nothing had happened to her. Something had happened to him. Although he still couldn't put his pale, slender finger on it yet.
"Do you know if she—"he cut himself off. "Likes-anyone-at-Hogwarts?" he spoke rapidly, stringing his words together. Draco looked down at the floor, not seeming like the usual Draco. The usual Malfoy would... "Do not be ashamed." He thought under that gel-flaked scalp of his. "Malfoy's do not show angst, and they do not show emotion to those not deserving." He thought harshly to himself as he raised his head from the speck on the carpeting, and looked Ron dead in those worried eyes of his.
Ron seemed a bit taken aback by what his foe had just said. Thoughts were running though his red head very frantically. His eyes stayed transfixed at Draco, with that buggy stare, his face flushing. "Why? You don't..." he paused in his own anxiety, and gulped. "Like her do you?" Ron knew her secrets, and Hermione knew many of them as well, but not the one, the one that's threatening to any situation. It especially would be, if it were to concern Draco.
Draco just started at Ron, blankly in the eyes, as he kept contact, faintly nodding his head once. Ron clasped his hand to his head in grief. He sighed loudly as he saw Malfoy raise an eyebrow at his gestures. "So?" Draco stated in a monotone voice. Draco expected an answer, and he wanted one now.
"Ginny? Why Ginny? Why can't you like someone else?" He gulped once again; running his pale hand through is bright red hair. "Not that I know of. But if you want to tell her, or whatever, I have no problem." He seemed to regret his words, but said nothing about it. "I'll stay quiet about this. Just, don't mess with her, if you get my drift. I'm supposed to be looking out for her!" His voice started to rise. His voice softened as he spoke once more, "She has a problem..." His voice trailed off.
Draco looked at him in approval. "Maybe the weasel won't be that bad, but who knows about that pothead friend of his." Draco averted his attention to Ron, who was struggling with his words.
"If she so happened to like someone, whenever she were to come across that person, with extreme emotion trailing her thoughts, she would...Change perso-- " Ron was cut off as someone bombarded into the room. Harry looked at Ron, then to Draco, trying to comprehend why the hell those two blokes would be chatting.
"Neville told me that he thought he saw Draco strolling through the common room heading up here." Harry's face was stern as he slammed the door, making Ron jump in the bed, hitting his head once again. "So what are you doing here Malfoy?" He looked at Draco with loathing as he still stood at the door.
"I was just leaving." Draco's sentence was short, as he moved gently from the bed, making sure not to hit his head as Ron had. Draco pushed Harry out of the way. As he opened the door, he looked back, and acknowledged Ron with a head nod seeming to thank him for his time. He exited the dorm, as he then made his way through the common room and out the Fat Lady.
"What in the bloody hell was that, Ron?" Harry walked over to the bed opposite Ron, where Draco had sat. He sat down, hands in his lap.
"He just wanted..." he gulped, "homework help, for...charms class. Yes, charms class!" Ron smiled fakely as he looked at Harry's disbelieving face. "Speaking of homework, shall we start ours?" Ron gestured towards the door.
"Why not..." Harry said skeptically, as he watched Ron rub his head a final time before grabbing his books.
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Draco walked down towards the library to do some of his homework. He had fallen a bit in Transfiguration, and needed to boost it up again. "Damn teachers can't even realize a good minimum paper when they read one..." he muttered to himself. He briskly made his way down the hall, in a happy mood for no apparent reason. He hummed to himself a song that muggles sang during Christmas, even though Christmas was hardly here. He started to sing in his head as he hummed along. "I'm mister heat miser I'm mister sun. I'm mister green Christmas, Mr. 101. They call me heat miser, whatever I touch. Starts to melt in my clutch." He paused and struck a pose. "Dun dun dun dun... I'M TOO MUCH!" He accidentally said aloud. People that were meandering in the halls gave him odd looks as they kind of backed away. But the girls who were flustered with his presence just swooned. Obviously they had not known that was some child Christmas song to muggles. He smiled and imitated Gilderoy Lockhart; pointing and smiling, showing his pearly whites.
Draco was so emerced in his thoughts and actions that he didn't know that a small boy had crept up on him and started snapping flashes of light at him. The boy was crouched on the floor, pushed against the wall, and right out in front of Draco's face at several moments. The boy started clicking his rather large old-fashioned camera at the now aware Draco.
"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?" He scoffed at the small brown-haired boy. The boy quivered a bit. "How come you're not taking pictures of your beloved Harry Potter? That is what you do, is that not it?" Draco's tone served harsh to the young boy.
"I-I just wanted to get some photos, that is all." The boy lowered his lens, and let the camera hang down from his scrawny neck. Draco shooed the boy away with his hand. The small boy named Creevy, Colin Creevy, slumped off down the hall. The one thing Malfoy had not seen was the sly smirk on Colin's downward-tilted head. Colin looked back at Draco before he rounded the corner, solemn-faced. Draco gave him a glare, as Colin ran off down that corridor.
Hermione opened the door and let her pale olive skinned arm reach out to grab Colin's collar. A small yelp came from his mouth as he was pulled inside the broom closet. "Have you got them?" Hermione asked him in a hushed fury. She stuck out her hand to be handed the camera.
Colin adjusted his position on top of the bucket he had rested on. Hermione sat there glaring at Colin. A broomstick suddenly whapped her in the face. "Whoops..." Colin chucked, hand over mouth. She pulled the broomstick off of her face and forced it against the wall. A freshly wet mop then slapped her on the nose. Water started dripping off her face, and onto her unflattering shirt. Hermione finally, after a few minutes of struggling, and clanging amongst the broom closet, was able to sit back down. Colin paused after she had settled, then remarked, "I have them, plenty of them for a first shot... Now give me the galleons." He held out his hand.
Hermione glared at him as she stuck her tangled hand into her oversized pocket. She gathered two galleons for this picture round, and shoved it into his chest. He smiled sheepishly, his tiny frame of a ribcage throbbing. "I'll have them by the end of the week." He said simply as he attempted to get out of the claustrophobic space. Hermione grabbed his arm tightly, before he escaped her quarters.
"I will need to do more for me, Colin. Maybe even some more promiscuous photos. But I will shoe you in. I will let you know. And there will be payment." She said with a rather raspy voice. Colin nodded, with buggy eyes, a tad scared, and strolled out of the cramped broom closet, camera around his neck. Hermione watched him leave, as she poked her head out the door to look if the coast was clear for her to prance out of her office. She saw no one, and happily skipped down the halls, all the while thinking of what else she could take of Draco's. She split her face with a wide grin, bearing her gums.
- - -
Hermione made her way through the Gryffindor Common Room, as she smiled at everyone present, making herself look untarnished. She stepped up the stairs lightly, and acted as if she were to turn to the girls' dormitory. She sneered at her own sneaky-ness, and made a sharp turn towards the boys' dorm. Harry was not a prefect, so thus he did not get his own room. She smiled as she crept into his room. She made her way towards the middle bed, tiptoeing. She opened the chest that was sitting aside the end of the bed. The wooden chest creaked as she opened it. Hedwig suddenly started to squawk uncontrollably. Hermione looked around frantically inside the chest, as Hedwig continued to give out her position.
Loud thumping noises could be heard rising the steps. She fumbled through the chest as she found the liquid silk cape that she had returned from last time's usage. She grabbed it, and pulled it up over her head. The door's handle creaked and clicked. She then kicked the chest shut with a loud thud. Granger stood in a corner with the invisibility cloak hanging over her lank body.
Harry had come up the stairs, to see what was going on. He first calmed Hedwig, then surveyed the room. He cocked his eyebrows, his wrinkles in his forehead becoming pronounced. He could not see anything wrong with the room. Thus, that's what invisibility cloaks are used for. Harry shrugged his muscular shoulders and walked his way out of the room, screaming some random outburst downstairs, clarifying nothing was there. Hermione's lips curled devilishly as she made her way through the door, making sure not to make a sound. She walked lightly down the stairs, not to disturb anyone.
"I'm going to go to the kitchen if anybody else wants to come, or tell me what they would like?" Neville asked as he looked towards Harry. Harry nodded. A widespread scream of orders came from the hungry mouths of the miniscule amount of boys and girls gathered by the cooling fire. Neville nodded as he and Harry made their way out of the common room, towards the kitchen. Hermione chuckled inside her maniacal brain, as she followed them out of the door. Quite a nifty coincidence for her, it was.
Granger made her way rather quietly towards the Slytherin keep. Her body invisible to anything but the Marauder's Map. Her face was relaxed in concentration as she dodged the small amount of people roaming the halls after their dinner. The entrance then came into clear view as she approached it in the dark place. She had been here before, earlier this week, and thus had memorized the password. Handy trick this cloak was. The entrance slid open cautiously, letting her in. She made sure that Harry's cloak was fully covering her, as she stood before the common room. She nodded to herself, as she made her way through the loud chatter that filled the shadowy walls. She walked by the fireplace and grabbed a deliciously looking apple. She stuffed it into her invisible pocket as she headed towards the stairs.
The apple sank into her teeth as she started to chew it. Her eyes grew wide as she spat it out. The apple fragment seeming to come from nowhere. "Wonderful..." She stated to herself. "Wax." She placed the apple by the fragment on the top of the stairwell. Her shoulder shrugged as she made her way to Draco's dormitory. Her face became puzzled as she looked for his dorm frantically, finding the other prefects', but not his. She pondered as she saw a door that she had not opened before. She slowly made her way to it, still under the liquid silk. She opened the door, which did not creak. She shrugged once again as to the fact that is was unlocked. "Easier for me!" She remarked to herself.
She entered the beautifully decorated room. The cherry wood drawers smiled in familiarity. She stepped before the door, and shut it gingerly. Her footsteps were not heard as she moved her legs towards the bed. The sheer curtains revealed a sleeping man. He was curled up like somewhat of a kitten. She smiled sincerely as she pulled back the curtains. His back was facing her, but it was impossible to miss those bleach-blonde locks of his. Her face became quiet, as she looked peaceful. She stroked his gel-free hair. Draco unconsciously reacted as he smiled, and moved his body; his clothed back pressing against the soft sheets of the bed.
He was an angel. She stopped stoking his hair as his smile faded, but hers widened. She looked at his chest, where he was grasping a toy, a small stuffed dragon, green and shiny. She averted her attention towards her hand moving into her pocket. She grabbed two earplugs she bought at a muggle shop. She swiftly put them in his ears, then finished that task with putting a pair of earmuffs she had swiped from the Herbology teacher. He teeth bared. She was quite the kleptomaniac, and what she used from her collection at this moment was quite shameful.
She had visited the Weasley's house many 'a times. She just knew how Ron's father was obsessed with muggle objects. One day, while using the bogs during a call of nature, she spotted something. She had leaned over the toilet seat and grabbed the razor. She had used one of these before, but not quite like this. This was a new invention. It was electric. She grinned as she had taken it from the Weasley's house, and stuffed it in her basket- weave purse that was lying on the floor, next to her pants.
Hermione grinned at the flashback as she took out the razor from that same basket-weave purse. She set the razor on the ground and whispered "Silencio," with her wand in hand. To test out the razor, she turned it on. No sound came from it. She decided to try it on herself, to make sure it was working. She lifted up her pant leg and revealed the Shetland pony syndrome. She took the cordless razor to her leg and watched as numerous amounts of hair fell to the floor. She smiled as she stood up, pushing her pant leg down.
She pulled off the earmuffs, with no reason to keep them there anymore. The razor then maintained the silence as she pulled out another thing from her pocket. She leaned towards her beloved Draco, smile on her face.
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A/N: Haha! Yay for cliffhangers. Yay, well I'm really having fun with this story. The next chapter is guaranteed to be much funnier than this one. Plus Ginny will be introduced much more than I have in the past! Yes, well I have cranked out this story pretty fast! I guess those miniscule reviews that I got really pushed me to write it! See? When you leave a review it really does help the writer! Anyway! I've got a lot to do the following week(s). So I may not have the next chappie up as soon as I have for these ones. But believe me, if I get some reviews, then I will definitely be more motivated! cling Thank you all my party people! Oh yeah, I'm pretty much bored whenever I'm online, so talk to me! sings horribly
R/R!!!!! [please]
