5. Older men are more creative.
The figure screamed. He fell of the broom as though he had forgotten how to fly in a matter of seconds. The body fell in slow motion as she watched it out of her window. The mass of bloodstained red hair lay sprawled across the wet grass. The breathing was rapid and rattled with pain.
Hermione shut her window as the figure fell through the cold night air. 'Fucking git.'
She turned around to leap into bed but a pang of guilt struck her hard. She rushed back to the window and flung it open. Below her, the figure tried to move but feel back with a rather loud intake of breath.
The pang of guilt hit her again as she saw the pain filled face look up at her. Thinking hard, Hermione ran back to her bedside table and grabbed her wand. Just as she got back to her window, she heard the unmistakable sound of Malfoy's door opening.
'Oh shit, he coming her to see what's wrong. Oh shit, oh shit. What the fuck do I do?' As she stood there, the mangled body lying outside and the curious Malfoy outside her door, she racked her brain for the strongest locking spell she knew. Just as Malfoy rested his hand on the door, Hermione screamed out "Fretaecane." She watched as Malfoy pushed the handle and to her great relief, couldn't open the door.
As Malfoy struggled with the door, Hermione looked back to the window. She floated the now unconscious body up to her window again and placed her on her bed. After several more spells, Charlie woke again, grimacing with pain as he Hermione standing over him.
Hermione knew exactly why Charlie had fallen out of the window. She had told him to leave, and because Charlie was stubborn, forced him onto his broom He flew out of the window and obviously thought it would be smart to fall of his broom so Hermione would have to take care of him all night. His might have worked, if he hadn't done it every night over the summer.
"That's not funny. You could have died, you fucking git. Don't think that just because you're fucking injured that you can stay here. Get off your lazy ass and get out of here before someone finds you." As Hermione stared down at her pitiful excuse for a boyfriend, he pulled her down on top of himself. He let out a little gasp of pain as she hit his bruises but that only turned Hermione on. As Hermione rubbed up against his erection, he let out a moan. In seconds, Hermione was back under the covers with him, and taking his robe off, which conveniently had nothing under it because Charlie's boxers had gotten thrown off somewhere.
If the two had finished what they just started, even the open window would have fogged up. I did say if because just as Charlie's robe came off, Hermione's locking spell was broken.
Hermione tossed the robe, just like she had the boxers over her head as she crawled on top of him. Unfortunately, the pair was to preoccupied with each other to notice the Robe never hit the ground.
Draco heard the scream come from Hermione's room as he crawled into bed. Normally when Draco heard a scream coming from anything associated with mudbloods, he would have enjoyed it well it well it lasted. Draco might have sat in his bed listening intently for any other signs of pain to enjoy but his curiosity overcame any joy he could have gotten out of Hermione's screams.
He silently got out of his bed and crept towards the mudblood's door. He was about to open the door when he heard another scream come from Hermione's room. It sounded more like a word then a real scream but it still spiked Draco's curiosity. He tried to open the door but, as he half expected, it was locked.
"Fuck," was the only thing Draco could say several unsuccessful unlocking spells later.
Then worry sunk in. At first Draco pushed away all feelings other then curiosity but now he stood their, fear for a mudblood washing over him.
Draco couldn't believe what he was about to do as he ran downstairs to the fireplace. He was about to help a mudblood. 'Shit, she's gotten to me. What the fuck am I doing this for?' He didn't stop though. Grabbing a handful of flu powder, he threw it into the fire then quickly flung his head though.
"Professor Snape's office."
In seconds, the potion's teacher stood next to Draco who was quickly describing what he had heard coming from Granger's room.
"Well Draco, I wonder why you're so worried. You haven't let a mudblood get to you, have you? I would expect more sense from a Slytherin and a Malfoy."
Draco couldn't help wondering the same thing himself but wasn't about to tell the Head of Slytherin anything truthful.
"I thought at least Granger could get in trouble for annoying me or, if something did happen, she would be sent to the hospital wing for a couple week and be out of my hair."
"Then let's go see if Ms. Granger is alright, shall we?" Snape said as his robes billowed toward Hermione's bedroom door.
He opened the door as Draco came up behind him but Draco didn't see Hermione sprawled across the floor like he had expected. Instead, Hermione was sprawled across the bed with Charlie Weasley. Draco never thought of Hermione as someone who would go for older guys.
"Well, well Ms. Granger," said Snape, catching the robe thrown over Hermione's shoulder. She looked up from her bed and Draco felt a twinge of guilt as their eyes met.
"Someone's in Troub-," was all Snape could get out before the spell hit him.
Normally, I won't put any author's notes in this but I really need help. You see, I haven't decided what happens next so I need you guys to answer this following question:
Who should send the spell?
Hermione
Draco
Charlie
Please put your answer in a review. Thanx.
