Disclaimer: Je ne possède rien. (I possess nothing.)

Important authors note!

From now on I'll be sometimes righting in a 3rd PoV for better effect in certain action, or detailed scenes where Draco and Red are both present. It'll be easier to white for me and is will be clearer for you. Of course their thoughts will be written down (in italic with ' at the beginning and at the end.).

The thirds PoV, will be signaled by

PoV :

Enjoy! (I hope)

Previously.

He froze, then blinked and helped me in the bed. I'd started shivering badly again.

In the end I fell to sleep in Draco's arms.

Dreaming.

A cave, not far from Hogsmade.

In the very center, roses now grew.

Deaths voice echoed in the cave.

"Fore Death created her flower with love and care.

Its stem and leaves as black as ebony

And its petals as red as blood.

But its life essence is of what man sheds

More than blood during wars:

Tears.

Your tears."

Chapter 8

Draco's PoV:

The unusual scent of roses and rain woke me up.

Or maybe it was the boiling hot body pressed against mine.

And as you all know, no proper male can ignore a female body, especially when you are in the same bed as that body and when that body is one of the hottest (in every sense of term) you ever had the pleasure to come across.

The body shifted, pressing it self against my skin.

I couldn't bring myself to open my eyes:

Last time I'd woken up in the same bed ad someone else, the person had been Pansy.

A naked Pansy.

Just as naked as me.

The previous night we'd both gotten drunk and had no memory of the previous nights activities. We'd spent the next 2 weeks avoiding each other until I found a spell that guaranteed us nothing had happened.

I cracked my eyes open.

It was not Pansy.

Ginevra was pressed against me, her red hair fanned out on the pillows. Her brow was creased as she muttered incoherent words, cheeks flushed by fever.

My sweater was too big for her, thus hanging of her shoulder.

I shook my head and got out of the bed to get ready for classes before I did anything stupid.

Once I was ready I went down to the kitchen and prepared some food for the sleeping girl.

I cast a heating charm on it and set it down on the bedside table.

She stared coughing badly and clutched her head in her sleep. I hesitated a few second and ended up putting my bag down besides the door. Filling a basin with cold water, I soaked a flannel and put it on her fore head brushing her hair away. Instantly she calmed down. I pulled the covers up and went to classes, intending to take care of her between every class.

I passed the most boring Charms class ever. The bell rang.

"-Hi Draco! What have you done to my best friend?"

"Nothing, Dragon. She's sick."

"Yea, rumors say she ran away after Johansson had his way with her."

My head snapped towards Vincent.

"Who told you that?"

I snapped a bit more aggressively than I intended to.

"Calm down man!"

"Sorry."

Vin nodded. Pansy continued.

"Didn't you hear? The slimy little Raven is howling it at every corner. And his cronies are helping. Erg."

"Yeas he prides himself to have used her and then dumped the famous Gryffindor Empress. He says all over the place she was a toy in his hand, and that she'll come back to him whimpering, begging to take her back with him."

Said Blaze gravely. He snaked an arm possesively around Pansies hips.

"Isn't her brother going to react?"

Asked Greg, visibly shocked. He had really taken a liking to the little spitfire. Dragon shook her head sadly.

"That's the worst part. Her brother believes what Johansson said. He thinks she's this whore, the family's disgrace. In a way it's a good thing she's sick."

"Can't you convince him its all bullshit?"

"I already tried, Pansy, but he wont listen. He thinks I'm the one who perverted her, you know, Slytherin scum. Harry tried to defend me but Ronald wouldn't listen."

Pansy looked at Dragon questioningly, but my sister looked away blushing.

"I'm up to see how she is. Dumbledore told me to take care of her. Care to come?"

Sadly the slight tremor in my voice ruined the carefree effect.

I was furious.

Johansson could be considered a dead man.

PoV:

Draco paced furiously back and forth in his room while the girls took care of Red in the other next door.

Scowling.

Blaze, Vincent and Gregory took possession of his bed after casting soundproofing spells on the room.

He suddenly stopped in mid stride, his eyes blazing.

"I'm going to pound his head till his own mother can't even recognize him."

He said, his voice frighteningly low, even and…cold.

"It's not a solution."

"Says the man who reduced his exes' lover to a now unfertile quivering lump after she cheated on you. Does that remind you of someone Vincent?"

"Oh shut up Draco!"

"Sorry mate. It's just that…urgh!"

The three other boys shared a look: If Draco attacked, they had very little chance of prying him of, and even with all their strength combined.

It was going to be a hard day.

Materorphosis. Last class of the day.

A knock at the door disturbed the class; Draco saw Johansson appear at the door carrying a note.

The tall Ravenclaw immediately spotted the Slytherin gang. Oh, he hated Malfoy and his little cronies, almost as much as Perfect Potter and co.

So logically, he attacked their common bound.

The stupid little Gryff.

Dracos' shoulders tensed, his muscles contracted painfully as he battled the impulse to clobber him in front of the class, regardless of the consequences.

'You will NOT attack! ' Screamed his brain.

'Shut up' snapped all the other parts of Draco.

Sam arrogantly handed McGonagal the note, and scanned the class. His gaze stopped at the empty seat between Pansy and Dragon. He smiled mockingly his eyes glinted as he localized the Golden Trio, or more precisely Weasley elder and mouthed, not at all discreetly, making sure everyone got the message:

"-WHERE-IS-THE-TART-HIDING?"

Ron bowed his head in shame.

Draco, snapped.

Leaping over the desk; he flung him-self at the Ravenclaw only to be thrust backwards as Gregory and Vincent both caught one of his arms.

He landed painfully on his back, inkbottles crashing on the floor. He immediately started struggling, he was mad.

Mad at Johansson for shooting Reds' integrity, mad at Weasel King for believing the little twerp rather than his sister and mad at himself for not getting rid of him correctly the night he'd surprised them together, when the twit asked her out.

"Blaise, get moving! We wont hold much longer!"

Blaise shoved a few students away and managed to get there just as Draco managed to free one of his arms, but trapped again it before the blond could do much with it.

The enraged adolescent shoved him of with a foot, and half dazed his last bound with a precise hit.

Free of all restrain he rolled of the table and landed in a crouching stance in front of the now panicked Sam.

Draco stood up, the temperature around his body seemed below zero.

No one moved, no one dared breathe.

Draco slowly paced towards his victim, ethereal, head slightly tilted, silver eyes glinting darkly.

Menacing.

He violently thrust Johansson against the wall, lifting him up with one hand, choking him. Freezing him.

He punched him in the gut.

Then his face very close to his ear he whispered menaces, promises, warnings.

No one herd except the victim.

No one ever really knew what he told him, for Draco refused to tell and Johansson blanched and stuttered uncontrollably every time someone broke up the subject, burying the secret with him.

A look of extreme terror crossed the young mans face, his trousers were suddenly drenched. His teeth chattered with fright and cold.

"-Draco. Enough."

The smooth, rich voice cut thru the silence. Commanding.

Dracos' head snapped towards the voice. It was Dragon.

He shook his head gently, as is waking up, and let the terrified thing crumple to the ground. He looked down.

"When you can talk, you had better tell the truth."

McGonagal seemed to come over her initial shock.

"You, get Pomfrey! Fast. Miss, go get the Headmaster! And you go get Professor Snape and Flickwick! They're in the teachers lounge."

She snapped. They ran out. The class broke free from the silencing spell.

Draco walked towards his friend, but McGonagal pointed her wand towards him.

"Don't move."

"I must revive Vincent's nerves Professor."

'And get away from the coward who wet him self'

He crouched down ad pressed a couple of precise spots on Vin's paralyzed shoulder and arm.

Vin tested his shoulder.

"Good as new."

Said the Green-eyed man.

Draco nodded curtly, slumping gracefully on a chair.

"What was that for?"

Said a very angry Weasley. Draco looked sternly at the tall redhead.

"I don't expect you to understand Weasel."

"Malfoy you just clobbered a boy for no apparent reason so—"

"Listen up Mud-Blood; I'm in no mood for your moral lessons; so go spend them on someone who actually cares."

Hemoine gasped, Harry missed Ron as he flung his fist at Draco, who didn't even bother to do anything more than tilt his head to dodge the blow.

"Weasley, don't oblige me to get in a fray with your sister. Again."

"This has nothing to do with Ginny."

Draco just looked at him, no expression visible on his features.

In fact, he was seething. A pain of cool hands rested on his shoulders, lightly massaging them.

Potter looked almost envious.

'Wait a tick, Is Potter jalous? Jalous of me and...Dragon? Ohh...Not my sister dud!'

"No need to get snappish Ronald, you should be thanking Draco for taking care of your sister all night wile she was sick.And, may I ad that you, should of been the one clobbering the man who soiled Reds' reputation?

But, oh no! Ronykins didn't bother to ask his little sister! Instead he sulks in his corner, wallowing in self-pity, wondering how on earth him sister could have brought the Weasley name lower, instead of bothering for her health! You deceive me."

"Don't bare speak to my boyfriend like that, Black!"

"Shove-it Granger."

Dragon squeezed my shoulders a bit harder to make me shut up. I groaned, angrily. Potter looked at us suspiciously.

"Anyway what is it between you and Malfoy?"

"Mind your own business Potter."

Dragon made an impatient sound and messed the Slytherins hair up to punish him.

"It's a long story."

"I like long stories."

"Not this one."

Said Dragon with an air of finality. Draco was never so proud of her sister.

'So she has vanquished her hero lust at last!'

"But if you want to know I'm free."

She added as an after thought.

'Ok, maybe not.'

Draco groaned in degust.

"Can they be ever more dense?"

"I don't think so, Draco love."

"You never cease to amaze me Pansy. Thinking. A amazing new step in the Parkinson evolution."

The golden trio looked shocked. Pansy put her hands on her hips and pointed at Draco.

"Blaise! He insulted your Girlfriend. Avenge me!"

She wined stupidly, pouting.

"Ok. This is serious. Where's the pink nail polish?"

"Oh no! Not the pink nail polish! We're all doomed!"

Wailed Gregory bringing his hand to his forehead in a mock theatrical manner.

Ron and Harry exchanged worried glances at the so out of character attitude the Slytherins were having. Hermione just looked on at Blaise magiced a vial of shockingly pink nail polish.

"See, the sacred vial of Madam Donotbiteyournails Super-Pink Glow-In-The-Dark nail polish scavenged from the very depths of 'Teen Witch Weekly' super store at the very heart of the sales!"

"My hero!"

Cooed Pansy.

Harry noticed Dragon had slipped besides him.

"You know he really did it."

Ron gasped.

"While the Sales? In the Teen Wich weekly store"

The tall girl nodded gravely.

"But that's suicide!"

Draco stood up and smirked evilly.

"I Evil God Of Hair-Gel challenge you to the Great Glittery Fluffy White And Pink Throng scavenged from the very depth of Millicent Bulstrod's suite case while she was distracted by a handful of chocolates !"

"You did not!"

Gasped Blaise.

"So the rumor was true… Millicent and…Eww!"

Muttered Hermione.

"Do you take the challenge?"

"Where?"

Draco smirked evilly.

"Over your clothes. But, in my great mercy you may wear robes over I open of course…"

"I accept. One day."

Draco waved his wand and a throng hovered in front of Blaise. The straps were fluffy/furry white and the material was translucent, electric pink and had glitter on it.

Blaise took it and held it in front of Pansy.

"Don't even think about that."

"Yes, green silksuits you better pumpkin."

Pansy blushed furiously.

"-Hum-hum."

"-Umbrige! Oh! Sorry Professor Snape…"

"Miss Parkinson…Mister Zabini … May I ask…'he eyed the throng suspiciously' … or maybe not."

Dumbledore arrived, as usual a twinkle in his eyes.

"Mister Malfoy, please follow us…"

"He hasn't done anything against moral Professors!"

Said Dragon.

"The state of my student doesn't say so."

"What he did, I repeat, was not against morals."

Hissed Dragon, towering over the small Professor.

"Dragon. Don't get in trouble because of me."

Said Draco pulling her backward.

"Stick around with Red for a while, ok?"

"-Yes Dad."

"Good girl."

He patted her head and followed Dumbledore wondering if he'd have to pack his cloths for the next train.

Voila!

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I hope you liked it. (one may notice I went of my rocker a little towards the end.)