DISCLAIMER ~ You know what I'm gonna say.
THANKS TO ~ Everyone who responded to those Authors Notes and Draco is the man who, I think, was the only one who reviewed Chapter 5, and Bulma Greenleaf, you don't have to say sorry! I was just being paranoid.
WARNING ~ There will be nudies in this chapter. ^ _ ~ And Rachael Smith (if any of you guys are called Rachael Smith and we don't know each other personally, I'm not talking to you), Rachael, if you happen to get to a certain part of this chapter that goes on about Rodneys and stuff, PLEASE, I'm not a lemony oddball, I'm just giving the readers what they want. Okay? And don't tell Zara, Lucy or ANYONE!
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Chapter Six ~ Rate My Ass
Draco felt incredibly groggy. His eyes felt gritty with sleep; his muscles were limp. Upon all of this his ribs, back and head all seemed to have turned against him, and were giving him no mercy in the scales of agony. He turned his head and saw three people sitting on the bed next to him, all watching him. He only recognised Hermione first, then Potter and at last Weasley.
'What are you all staring at?' he snapped.
They swapped anxious looks as Hermione spoke up.
'Um, Malfoy there's, uh, something you ought to know. . .'
'I don't want to know anything right now; I'm dying. . .'
'It's about the funeral.'
He whipped his head around on the soft pillow, staring at them hard, trying his best not to look worried.
'What about it?' he asked in a small voice.
'They've - well, they've already had it. While you were unconscious.'
Draco blanched, obviously stunned by the information. He blinked several times, staring at the high ceiling. There was an uneasy stillness and they all prayed for a distraction of some kind. At last their prayers were answered when the click of Madame Pomfrey's heels entered the ward.
'Mr Malfoy! You're awake!'
She disappeared into her office of medicines and returned with a bottle of Skelo-grow, which Harry recognised immediately, and another bottle of some thick violet substance. The matron set them down on the bedside table and uncapped the container of Skelo-grow. She poured a little into a glass and handed it to Draco.
'There you go, sit up now, there's a good lad. . .'
Draco propped himself up on the pillow and took the glass of medication from the woman's hand. He eyed the liquid with a look of disgust making Harry smirk.
'It'll take instant effect,' explained Madame Pomfrey. 'You have broken two of your ribs but the cracks are very minor. It'll be over in ten minutes or so. Mr Potter over there had to wait a whole night for his arm to regrow it's bones! That stupid Lockhart. . .'
Draco pursed his lips for a split second then downed the whole lot as if it was a shot of vodka. He gagged, thinking he was going to throw up and doubled over. He dropped the glass, which rolled off the bed and smashed into myriad shards on the floor. An inferno swept down his throat and into his stomach; he threw his head back on the pillow in pure torture, clutching his chest where his broken ribs were. He felt as though there were a million tiny creatures scurrying under his skin and weaving through his ribs. Fearing that was the case he lifted his shirt up to take a look at his chest. He yelled in shock. It certainly looked like there were lots of small animals inside him. His skin lifted and fell like tiny waves all over.
Yelping in his fear, Draco tried to back away, which was a very stupid thing to do because he would only take his chest with him. Harry stared in shock, not remembering that bit at all. He must have slept right through it. Finally the worse subsided and only an ache was felt. Draco lay back on the pillow, gasping like a fish out of water.
'Well, it's all over now,' said the matron. 'Only a slight bruising now - which is what this is for. . .'
She picked up the bottle of the purple stuff and poured some out onto a dish. It was very thick and slow like syrup. When she thought she had enough, Madame Pomfrey told Draco to lift his shirt up. He stared at her as though her nose had just turned into a breast. He didn't want to do that in front of the Dream Team.
'Well you lifted it up just then!' she argued.
Scowling, he reluctantly pulled his shirt up to his chin. Hermione gazed in great interest. The girl had seen bare chests before; she had accidentally walked in on Harry and Ron getting changed many times in the past, and her short spell as Viktor Krum's girlfriend had proved quite educational. But without all the odd waves, and despite his famished look that had been acquired over the last couple of days Draco was beautifully toned. Hermione owed it to his years of Quidditch, and wondered if he practiced extra in order to beat Harry.
The sight of the perfect pallid torso was suddenly obscured as Madame Pomfrey transferred the purple syrup from her fingers to the bruises. She rubbed it in slowly and Hermione saw Draco shudder. Maybe the syrup was cold; maybe his bruises were still painful. When the bruises on his chest were entirely covered the matron stepped back. Draco gasped as it sank into his pores, leaving his skin completely healed. Poppy Pomfrey nodded in satisfaction at her handiwork, then instructed her patient to roll over onto his chest.
This Draco did, wincing slightly. When he had done so the Trio grimaced. The damage on his back was atrocious. The bruises spanned the boy's back and were deep purple and black. The matron repeated the procedure of massaging the violet matter into his back. Again it seeped into his skin, and the marks were gone. She did this one more time on his face.
At last he was mended and he sat up, physically feeling a lot better than he had for some days now. He was just about to ask what was going to happen now when his stomach emitted a rather loud growl. Under all his stress and pain Draco had forgotten how hungry he was, and realised that he was ravenous.
'Er, can I have something to eat? Please?' he asked.
'Yes,' said the matron clearing away the bottles of medicine with magic, levitating them back to their places in her office. 'And when you have eaten you can begin your week of detention.'
'Detention?'
'Yes,' came the curt reply. 'Miss Granger will explain it fully while you are eating. I think Mr Potter and Mr Weasley can go and find Professor McGonagall this instant, now that Mr Malfoy has regained a conscious head.'
Harry and Ron groaned and rolled their eyes in a very Kevin The Teenager- ish kind of way before stomping off to find the Head of Gryffindor. As they left, Madame Pomfrey pulled a small tea bell from her pocket and rang it. The voice of a house elf came from nowhere, and Hermione recognised it as Dobby.
'What can Dobby do for Miss Madame Pomfrey?' he asked in his high, squeaky voice.
'Please bring some food up to the Hospital Wing for Mr Malfoy.'
Dobby squealed in fear.
'Mr Malfoy?' he squeaked.
'*Draco* Malfoy!' called Draco.
'Oh, okay. What would Master Malfoy like for eating?'
Draco thought for a second.
'An english breakfast,' he said. 'You remember how I like it?'
'Yes. Yes Dobby remembers how Master Malfoy likes his England breakfasts. . .'
Madame Pomfrey returned the tea bell to its place in her pocket.
'I will leave you for a while now,' she said. 'I need to go and see Professor Sprout about that Bubotuber pus. Got a third year boy with very bad acne. . .'
And she trotted out, carrying the signature click of her high heels with her. The ward was silent until Dobby came in with a tray full of food. He scurried over with a look of absolute fear on his face and pushed the tray onto Draco's lap. Hermione leant over slightly to see what was there. Two each of hash browns, fried tomatoes and fried eggs, lots of fried mushrooms, baked beans, four halves of buttered toast and four sausages.
'Don't you usually have bacon in english breakfasts as well?' asked Hermione as Draco picked his knife and fork up.
'I'm a vegetarian.'
Hermione frowned. Draco smiled.
'Those are vegetarian sausages. They are, aren't they Dobby?'
Dobby nodded frantically.
'Yes master, of course master. . .'
'Shut up Dobby,' said Draco as he took a surprisingly large bit out of his piece of toast. 'I'm not your master anymore. Dumbledore is. Any orange juice?'
Dobby nodded again.
'Yes sir -'
He scurried off.
'Dobby!' Draco called. 'A glass,' he signalled for two glasses down the side of the bed where Hermione couldn't see. Dobby stared in confusion for a moment, then his face broke out into an ugly grin.
'Yes sir.' And he disappeared into the air with a loud crack. No more than twenty seconds later he reappeared with another loud crack and a jug of orange juice in one hand and two glasses in the other. He eagerly set them upon the bedside table and filled them up with astonishing speed and skill. He handed one glass to a staggered Hermione and the other to a grinning Draco. The brunette began to drink.
'So, what's all this about detentions?'
Hermione drained the last of the juice, allowing Dobby to pour her some more.
'We, as in you and me, have to serve a week of detentions with Snape. Starting from when you regained consciousness. You've also lost fifteen points from Slytherin. Because of that fight in the corridor'
Draco nodded as he took the information in. He was half way through his food.
'Any idea what we'll be doing?'
Hermione shook her head, sending her ringlets a-shiver. They spoke very little after that as Draco ate his first meal for several days. The food was going at an alarming rate. At last he was finished and he set his knife and fork together on his plate before Dobby put it back on the tray and returned to the kitchen. Draco stood up, completely unperturbed by the fact that he was standing in full view of Hermione Granger, top naked.
'Did the matron leave a change of clothes for me?' he questioned, looking around.
'Yes,' replied Hermione, gladly soaking up the sight of his naked chest again. Draco caught her staring at him out of the corner of his eye, and knew that she liked what she saw, but he kept his comments behind his teeth. He reached for the clothes on another bed then turned to Hermione.
'Could you close your eyes? I want to get changed.'
It took her several seconds to register what he had said before nodding and closing her eyes. She heard Draco turn his back to her and immediately opened her eyes again. She watched as he removed his trousers, revealing a fetching pair of black boxers of silk, covered in little pictures of dancing Purple Ronnie stickmen with no clothes on and words such as Beer! Sex! and Party! written all over. (AN: I've seen a bloke in those) Hermione raised an eyebrow in amusement. Her heart then skipped a beat when she saw him pull another pair of black silk boxers from the pile, these covered in little Snoopy pictures. (AN: I've seen a bloke in those, too) She had to bite her tongue to stop herself from gasping as he deftly slid his Purple Ronnie boxers off.
She had, of course, seen Viktor Krum's ass before, and had read an article in her mother's magazine called Rate My Ass, which featured about three pages of bare backsides, but they was no comparison to what was in front of her right now. It was just so much nicer to look at, and it looked so much more grope-able. Then to Hermione's great disappointment Draco pulled the Snoopy boxers on, then his back shirt and trousers. He turned to face Hermione and she quickly closed her eyes again.
'Okay,' he said. 'You can look now.'
Hermione opened her brown eyes again and tried not to look so flushed. Draco didn't seem to notice as he donned his robe and cloak, then changed his black socks to a pair of green ones, striped in all the different shades. Draco slid his shoes on before they both stood up and headed out.
'S'pose we'd best go and find Snape then,' Draco muttered darkly. Hermione nodded and side by side the pair left, seemingly oblivious to the fact that their arms brushed against each other as they walked.
AN ~ Well it wasn't called Detention Day One: The Granian Grooming after all but that will be the next chapter. It was in this chapter but I decided it was too long. So how do you like? Is it good or bad? Only your reviews could ever tell me that *hint hint*. I will be away for a whole week starting this Sunday, so I'll do my best to get the next one or two chapters up. Okay? Detention Day One up ASAP.
THANKS TO ~ Everyone who responded to those Authors Notes and Draco is the man who, I think, was the only one who reviewed Chapter 5, and Bulma Greenleaf, you don't have to say sorry! I was just being paranoid.
WARNING ~ There will be nudies in this chapter. ^ _ ~ And Rachael Smith (if any of you guys are called Rachael Smith and we don't know each other personally, I'm not talking to you), Rachael, if you happen to get to a certain part of this chapter that goes on about Rodneys and stuff, PLEASE, I'm not a lemony oddball, I'm just giving the readers what they want. Okay? And don't tell Zara, Lucy or ANYONE!
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Chapter Six ~ Rate My Ass
Draco felt incredibly groggy. His eyes felt gritty with sleep; his muscles were limp. Upon all of this his ribs, back and head all seemed to have turned against him, and were giving him no mercy in the scales of agony. He turned his head and saw three people sitting on the bed next to him, all watching him. He only recognised Hermione first, then Potter and at last Weasley.
'What are you all staring at?' he snapped.
They swapped anxious looks as Hermione spoke up.
'Um, Malfoy there's, uh, something you ought to know. . .'
'I don't want to know anything right now; I'm dying. . .'
'It's about the funeral.'
He whipped his head around on the soft pillow, staring at them hard, trying his best not to look worried.
'What about it?' he asked in a small voice.
'They've - well, they've already had it. While you were unconscious.'
Draco blanched, obviously stunned by the information. He blinked several times, staring at the high ceiling. There was an uneasy stillness and they all prayed for a distraction of some kind. At last their prayers were answered when the click of Madame Pomfrey's heels entered the ward.
'Mr Malfoy! You're awake!'
She disappeared into her office of medicines and returned with a bottle of Skelo-grow, which Harry recognised immediately, and another bottle of some thick violet substance. The matron set them down on the bedside table and uncapped the container of Skelo-grow. She poured a little into a glass and handed it to Draco.
'There you go, sit up now, there's a good lad. . .'
Draco propped himself up on the pillow and took the glass of medication from the woman's hand. He eyed the liquid with a look of disgust making Harry smirk.
'It'll take instant effect,' explained Madame Pomfrey. 'You have broken two of your ribs but the cracks are very minor. It'll be over in ten minutes or so. Mr Potter over there had to wait a whole night for his arm to regrow it's bones! That stupid Lockhart. . .'
Draco pursed his lips for a split second then downed the whole lot as if it was a shot of vodka. He gagged, thinking he was going to throw up and doubled over. He dropped the glass, which rolled off the bed and smashed into myriad shards on the floor. An inferno swept down his throat and into his stomach; he threw his head back on the pillow in pure torture, clutching his chest where his broken ribs were. He felt as though there were a million tiny creatures scurrying under his skin and weaving through his ribs. Fearing that was the case he lifted his shirt up to take a look at his chest. He yelled in shock. It certainly looked like there were lots of small animals inside him. His skin lifted and fell like tiny waves all over.
Yelping in his fear, Draco tried to back away, which was a very stupid thing to do because he would only take his chest with him. Harry stared in shock, not remembering that bit at all. He must have slept right through it. Finally the worse subsided and only an ache was felt. Draco lay back on the pillow, gasping like a fish out of water.
'Well, it's all over now,' said the matron. 'Only a slight bruising now - which is what this is for. . .'
She picked up the bottle of the purple stuff and poured some out onto a dish. It was very thick and slow like syrup. When she thought she had enough, Madame Pomfrey told Draco to lift his shirt up. He stared at her as though her nose had just turned into a breast. He didn't want to do that in front of the Dream Team.
'Well you lifted it up just then!' she argued.
Scowling, he reluctantly pulled his shirt up to his chin. Hermione gazed in great interest. The girl had seen bare chests before; she had accidentally walked in on Harry and Ron getting changed many times in the past, and her short spell as Viktor Krum's girlfriend had proved quite educational. But without all the odd waves, and despite his famished look that had been acquired over the last couple of days Draco was beautifully toned. Hermione owed it to his years of Quidditch, and wondered if he practiced extra in order to beat Harry.
The sight of the perfect pallid torso was suddenly obscured as Madame Pomfrey transferred the purple syrup from her fingers to the bruises. She rubbed it in slowly and Hermione saw Draco shudder. Maybe the syrup was cold; maybe his bruises were still painful. When the bruises on his chest were entirely covered the matron stepped back. Draco gasped as it sank into his pores, leaving his skin completely healed. Poppy Pomfrey nodded in satisfaction at her handiwork, then instructed her patient to roll over onto his chest.
This Draco did, wincing slightly. When he had done so the Trio grimaced. The damage on his back was atrocious. The bruises spanned the boy's back and were deep purple and black. The matron repeated the procedure of massaging the violet matter into his back. Again it seeped into his skin, and the marks were gone. She did this one more time on his face.
At last he was mended and he sat up, physically feeling a lot better than he had for some days now. He was just about to ask what was going to happen now when his stomach emitted a rather loud growl. Under all his stress and pain Draco had forgotten how hungry he was, and realised that he was ravenous.
'Er, can I have something to eat? Please?' he asked.
'Yes,' said the matron clearing away the bottles of medicine with magic, levitating them back to their places in her office. 'And when you have eaten you can begin your week of detention.'
'Detention?'
'Yes,' came the curt reply. 'Miss Granger will explain it fully while you are eating. I think Mr Potter and Mr Weasley can go and find Professor McGonagall this instant, now that Mr Malfoy has regained a conscious head.'
Harry and Ron groaned and rolled their eyes in a very Kevin The Teenager- ish kind of way before stomping off to find the Head of Gryffindor. As they left, Madame Pomfrey pulled a small tea bell from her pocket and rang it. The voice of a house elf came from nowhere, and Hermione recognised it as Dobby.
'What can Dobby do for Miss Madame Pomfrey?' he asked in his high, squeaky voice.
'Please bring some food up to the Hospital Wing for Mr Malfoy.'
Dobby squealed in fear.
'Mr Malfoy?' he squeaked.
'*Draco* Malfoy!' called Draco.
'Oh, okay. What would Master Malfoy like for eating?'
Draco thought for a second.
'An english breakfast,' he said. 'You remember how I like it?'
'Yes. Yes Dobby remembers how Master Malfoy likes his England breakfasts. . .'
Madame Pomfrey returned the tea bell to its place in her pocket.
'I will leave you for a while now,' she said. 'I need to go and see Professor Sprout about that Bubotuber pus. Got a third year boy with very bad acne. . .'
And she trotted out, carrying the signature click of her high heels with her. The ward was silent until Dobby came in with a tray full of food. He scurried over with a look of absolute fear on his face and pushed the tray onto Draco's lap. Hermione leant over slightly to see what was there. Two each of hash browns, fried tomatoes and fried eggs, lots of fried mushrooms, baked beans, four halves of buttered toast and four sausages.
'Don't you usually have bacon in english breakfasts as well?' asked Hermione as Draco picked his knife and fork up.
'I'm a vegetarian.'
Hermione frowned. Draco smiled.
'Those are vegetarian sausages. They are, aren't they Dobby?'
Dobby nodded frantically.
'Yes master, of course master. . .'
'Shut up Dobby,' said Draco as he took a surprisingly large bit out of his piece of toast. 'I'm not your master anymore. Dumbledore is. Any orange juice?'
Dobby nodded again.
'Yes sir -'
He scurried off.
'Dobby!' Draco called. 'A glass,' he signalled for two glasses down the side of the bed where Hermione couldn't see. Dobby stared in confusion for a moment, then his face broke out into an ugly grin.
'Yes sir.' And he disappeared into the air with a loud crack. No more than twenty seconds later he reappeared with another loud crack and a jug of orange juice in one hand and two glasses in the other. He eagerly set them upon the bedside table and filled them up with astonishing speed and skill. He handed one glass to a staggered Hermione and the other to a grinning Draco. The brunette began to drink.
'So, what's all this about detentions?'
Hermione drained the last of the juice, allowing Dobby to pour her some more.
'We, as in you and me, have to serve a week of detentions with Snape. Starting from when you regained consciousness. You've also lost fifteen points from Slytherin. Because of that fight in the corridor'
Draco nodded as he took the information in. He was half way through his food.
'Any idea what we'll be doing?'
Hermione shook her head, sending her ringlets a-shiver. They spoke very little after that as Draco ate his first meal for several days. The food was going at an alarming rate. At last he was finished and he set his knife and fork together on his plate before Dobby put it back on the tray and returned to the kitchen. Draco stood up, completely unperturbed by the fact that he was standing in full view of Hermione Granger, top naked.
'Did the matron leave a change of clothes for me?' he questioned, looking around.
'Yes,' replied Hermione, gladly soaking up the sight of his naked chest again. Draco caught her staring at him out of the corner of his eye, and knew that she liked what she saw, but he kept his comments behind his teeth. He reached for the clothes on another bed then turned to Hermione.
'Could you close your eyes? I want to get changed.'
It took her several seconds to register what he had said before nodding and closing her eyes. She heard Draco turn his back to her and immediately opened her eyes again. She watched as he removed his trousers, revealing a fetching pair of black boxers of silk, covered in little pictures of dancing Purple Ronnie stickmen with no clothes on and words such as Beer! Sex! and Party! written all over. (AN: I've seen a bloke in those) Hermione raised an eyebrow in amusement. Her heart then skipped a beat when she saw him pull another pair of black silk boxers from the pile, these covered in little Snoopy pictures. (AN: I've seen a bloke in those, too) She had to bite her tongue to stop herself from gasping as he deftly slid his Purple Ronnie boxers off.
She had, of course, seen Viktor Krum's ass before, and had read an article in her mother's magazine called Rate My Ass, which featured about three pages of bare backsides, but they was no comparison to what was in front of her right now. It was just so much nicer to look at, and it looked so much more grope-able. Then to Hermione's great disappointment Draco pulled the Snoopy boxers on, then his back shirt and trousers. He turned to face Hermione and she quickly closed her eyes again.
'Okay,' he said. 'You can look now.'
Hermione opened her brown eyes again and tried not to look so flushed. Draco didn't seem to notice as he donned his robe and cloak, then changed his black socks to a pair of green ones, striped in all the different shades. Draco slid his shoes on before they both stood up and headed out.
'S'pose we'd best go and find Snape then,' Draco muttered darkly. Hermione nodded and side by side the pair left, seemingly oblivious to the fact that their arms brushed against each other as they walked.
AN ~ Well it wasn't called Detention Day One: The Granian Grooming after all but that will be the next chapter. It was in this chapter but I decided it was too long. So how do you like? Is it good or bad? Only your reviews could ever tell me that *hint hint*. I will be away for a whole week starting this Sunday, so I'll do my best to get the next one or two chapters up. Okay? Detention Day One up ASAP.