Naughty, Naughty Draco
The next few days wafted by swiftly; for once, everything at Hogwarts felt right for Hermione. Her relationship with Draco was just amazing; not only did he come out to the entire school about his relationship with Hermione (which was a great risk for him), but he publicly showered her in love in front of the whole school, including the Slytherins. There was only one thing odd about the situation: the Slytherins did not seem opposed to the relationship. They were actually friendly towards her and Draco, and continuously told them how wonderful it was that a Gryffindor and a Slytherin could join together and initiate even a little bit of peace between the two houses.
"Thinking again?" A voice asked.
Hermione whipped around to see Draco standing over her. She had been studying in the library trying to catch up on some of the homework that she declined during her confused stage. Ever since their relationship started, Hermione had been getting back on track in the school area, reinstating her excellent marks and her prompt homework hand-ins.
Hermione giggled. "You make it sound like it's a bad thing."
"Well, I wouldn't call it the number one pastime of the century. It's rather boring, really. You could be doing so many better things."
"Like?" Hermione challenged, smiling.
Draco leaned in and kissed her gently. She sighed inwardly; Draco's kisses were heavenly. They were like hot Butterbeers on a freezing day. Just perfect.
"You know, I've seen you do your fair share of thinking lately." Hermione said as the kiss ended.
"Huh?" Draco asked, confused.
"Well, every time I see you with that Blaise Zabini, you've always got this serious look on your face. What's all that about?" Hermione inquired.
"Nothing." Draco replied, a little too quickly. "He's my best friend. We talk sometimes. No big deal."
"Okay." Hermione said, not totally convinced.
"Pack up all of this." Draco ordered, indicating the heap of books on the table. "Let's go back to the dormitory. The quietness of this damn place is freaking me out."
Hermione laughed. "Oh yes, because it mustn't be too quiet. What a tragedy that is."
"Exactly." Draco stated. "So let's go."
"Alright." Hermione giggled, stuffing all of the books into her bag. She slung her backpack over her shoulder and slipped her hand into Draco's. On the way out, there was a gang of Slytherins hanging around a small table, talking in hushed voices and stopping the moment Draco and Hermione passed them.
"Hello Draco. Hello Hermione." A Slytherin sixth-year grinned, maliciously.
"Um, hello." Hermione replied, smiling oddly and continuing out the door with Draco. Draco shot the boy one last look of confusion before turning the corner out of sight.
Oh, shit! Draco thought, smacking himself in the forehead. Finally, comprehension had dawned on him. He had incessantly wondered why it was that the Slytherins were so supportive of his relationship with a muggleborn. But of course! Blaise must have said something. That was the only thing that made sense. Damn him!
"Uh, Draco?" Hermione asked. He had just stopped dead in his tracks and pounded himself on his head. "Are you okay?"
Draco snapped out of his realization. "Oh, yeah." He said, recovering. "Fine. Definitely. I just…er… remembered something I had to do. Can I catch up with you in the dormitory later?"
"Sure." Hermione replied, rather disappointed.
"See you when I see you?" Draco said in a sweet, apologetic voice.
"See you when I see you." Hermione smiled, receiving one last kiss before Draco scampered off down the corridor in the opposite direction. He jogged nonstop down numerous flights of stairs to the dungeons until he came to a quick halt outside of the Slytherin dormitories.
"Unicorn Blood." He said to the portrait, panting and trying to catch a breath from jogging all of those flights of stairs. One of the perks of being a Head Boy and Head Girl is that you know the passwords to each and every dormitory, only for emergencies. To Draco's relief, the portrait swung open. He was afraid they might have changed the password since he was stripped of his Head Boy title.
He climbed through the portrait hole until he emerged in a dark, luxurious common room flooded in green and silver. Slytherins were lounging around on armchairs and couches and on the hearthrug in front of the blazing fire. He immediately spotted Blaise Zabini reclining in a comfortable-looking silver lounger. It was not too difficult to spot him; besides Draco, Blaise had the best, most distinguishable hair in the school. Draco strode over to him, angrily.
Blaise looked up and noticed Draco, standing over him with crossed arms and an irritated expression on his face. "Yo, Malfoy. What's up?"
"Who did you tell?" Draco demanded, totally disregarding Blaise's question. "Everyone?"
"Nah." Blaise answered, unconcerned. He whipped his thumb towards Crabbe and Goyle, who were sitting stupidly by the window attempting to play a game of Wizards Chess but instead breaking the pieces out of frustration. "Just those two. Pansy overhead and… well, you know her. It's only fitting that the Slytherins all know, anyway. Now they know that you haven't gone soft, mate. It's a good thing. Everyone's willing to play a part, too."
"What the hell do you mean?" Draco asked, furious.
"Well, this is how it's going to go. You're going to break up with the little bitch in the middle of the Great Hall on November the eleventh. Everyone, and I mean everyone is going to see and hear. Haven't you wondered why they're all being nice to her? It makes it ten times worse when you think you've just gotten friends, but actually they've been in on it the whole time. Just brilliant. I can just envision it now. You breaking the little mudbloods heart. Slytherins booing and shouting nasty names at her. Maybe I'll get them to throw food at her. Ha! That'll be hilarious!" Blaise began laughing at the thought.
Draco tried so hard to contain his anger. "Why don't I just do it in our common room? Save the girl some of her dignity. We shouldn't scar her for life."
"And why not?" Blaise asked, darkly. "Her kind has made us wizards look bad. Her kind has brought filth upon our name. She deserves to be scarred for life and you know it, Draco. They are why the Dark Lord is gone now. They're why your father is gone now. One day, we'll have worse revenge then this childish, fun little plan that you and I are brewing, but until then at least we can fuck around with one of them. Stop being so worried. It's gonna be awesome, I swear."
Draco did not know what to say. Blaise was crazy. He was hell-bent on making muggleborns pay for the final death of Lord Voldemort and all of his Death Eaters. Perhaps Blaise had wanted to become a Death Eater himself; well, it's definitely not going to happen now. Why couldn't he just get over it?
"Draco!" A shrill voice cried.
Draco sighed. He braced himself before turning around and coming face-to-face with Pansy Parkinson. "Hey, Pansy."
She leaped into his arms and smashed her lips into his own, sliding her tongue into his mouth and down his throat. Draco instantly pulled away, trying not to vomit all over her.
"Something wrong?" She asked angelically with wide, puppy dog eyes.
"It's just such a… er… surprise to see you." Draco stammered.
"I've missed you, Drakie!" Pansy shrieked. "I can't stand seeing you with such a dirty, filthy bitch. It makes me sick!"
Ha! Draco thought. That makes her sick.
"But I know you have good intentions, so that's all that really matters." Pansy said sweetly. "I just can't wait until it's all over and that little whore is out of our lives for good. And you and I can finally be together!" She squeezed him tightly and as he allowed her to hug him, a look of terror spread across his face. Forever? With Pansy? The thought was both sickening and terrifying at the same time.
"I wish the best of luck to both of you." Blaise laughed, banging Draco on the back. "Now if you'll excuse me, I think I'm going to, er, go to sleep." He laughed, then nodded to Emma Dobbs across the room. She grinned excitedly and politely excused herself from the group of Slytherins she was with before escaping to what looked like the boys dormitories. Blaise grinned at Draco, then followed Emma up the stairs and slammed the door behind them.
"That is a brilliant idea." Pansy purred. She took Draco's hand and made to pull him towards the boys' dormitories, but he would not budge.
"Sorry babe, but I've got things to do. Maybe some other time, okay?" Draco bargained, looking for any reason to get out of what Pansy had in store for him.
"Ooh, a rein-check?" Pansy asked, excitedly. She lowered her voice. "That just makes it all the more special when the time actually comes. Good bye, Draco." She pulled him into a steamy kiss and pinched his butt before sauntering off and joining Crabbe and Goyle in their failed game of Wizards Chess.
"Rein-check my ass." Draco muttered under his breath as he climbed through the portrait hole and emerged in the Slytherin corridor. He continued walking, seething with anger. Now the so-called plan was out of the bag. More than two people knew about it, and that's exactly what Draco didn't want. Word could spread. But the plan wasn't happening, anyway. I won't do that to her. I won't. Draco told himself. But why? She's just a mudblood. I'm supposed to hate her! Why do I feel these feelings?
Before he knew it, he was facing the portrait of the mermaids.
"Hello, Draco." The redheaded mermaid greeted, batting her eyes at him and 'accidentally' dropping one of the straps of her seashell bra.
"Hey. Frosted Waters." Draco sighed, telling her the password.
The redheaded mermaid looked disappointed at Draco's lack of interest in her. She swung the portrait open, revealing the portrait hole for Draco to climb in to. When he appeared on the other side, the sight that greeted him was Hermione sitting in one armchair in front of the fireplace with her books spread out in front of her and Harry on a couch on the opposite side of the room. He kept shooting her menacing, livid looks that she was obviously trying her hardest to ignore. Draco shot a hateful look at Harry before intentionally striding across the room, leaning in and giving Hermione a soft, sweet kiss. He slid his tongue into her mouth with her acceptance and it began playing around with hers. Hermione giggled and Draco smirked inside, proud at making her happy and pissing Harry off.
"You guys are sick." Harry said, getting up.
"Somebody's a little jealous." Draco teased, not rising to Harry's comment. "Just because I got the girl and you didn't, there's no need to be rude. Didn't anyone ever teach you any manners?"
"Fuck you, Malfoy." Harry spat.
"Hey, hey! No need for such foul language! I wouldn't want to kick your ass again. How embarrassing would that be for you?" Draco laughed.
"Draco," Hermione said, quietly. She did not need another fight occurring between the two of them over her.
"What?" Draco asked. "I'm just stating the truth."
"Whatever. I'm going to bed." Harry said. However, before he had a chance to get up, a tall, powerful figure appeared out of the portrait hole.
"Hello, Professor Dumbledore." Hermione greeted, breathless. She was not expecting the Headmaster to visit; she hadn't even tidied up!
"Good evening, Miss Granger." Dumbledore nodded. "Mr Potter. And what are you doing here, Mr Malfoy."
"I miss my position too much to leave." Draco joked.
Dumbledore chuckled, appreciatively. "Excellent. Then I can assume that you want it back?"
"What?" Malfoy asked, stunned.
Dumbledore turned to Harry. "Harry, I am grateful for your stepping in and taking the temporary position of Head Boy, but I am sad to inform you that your services are no longer needed. I thank you for taking the job and you can feel free to move out tonight or tomorrow." Harry was furious, but he did not show it too much for the simple fact that the Headmaster was present. Dumbledore turned back to Draco. "Mr Malfoy, could you please take up residence back in your Head Boy dormitory? We need you." He smiled at Draco, who smiled back and accepted happily. He had not been expecting his Head Boy position back so soon, but he was not complaining.
"Good night to you all." Dumbledore smiled, leaving back through the portrait hole.
"Yes!" Hermione cried, hugging Draco tightly.
"Congratulations. You've officially ruined my life." Harry groused to Draco before leaving for his Head Boy bedroom.
"Anytime!" Draco called after him. "I want your ass out of my room by midnight! Hurry along, Cinderella!"
Harry ran the rest of the way to the Head Boy suite, slamming the door behind him.