Chapter 3
Draco still brooding and pacing now, was caught a bit off guard when Hermione told him she knew quite well of his reputation. He knew it got around but not to that extent. He was in a quandary...how was he going to get her to trust him. He needed to vent...he sought a out a patient ear in his friend Blaise. He may be light in the loafers, but he was from an outstanding pureblood family, so with that, he made his way to the dungeons.
"Unbelievable," Draco began, "some fag, no offense..."
"None taken."
"Wrote a letter to Hermione about my insidious tactics."
"Any ideas who it could possibly be?" pondered Blaise.
"Blaise, if I knew who it was that person would be in a momentous amount of pain right now."
"What other interests did the little girl say took up her time?"
"Books, classes...books, friends - oh, who the hell do I know that she spends all of her time with besides Potter and...WEASLEY!"
"Ron Weasley," verified Blaise.
"Mr. Gryffindor Quiddich stud." replied Draco.
"He's known Hermione since first year - I wouldn't be surprised if he was your rat."
"It does make sense, Ron does hate me - I made out with his girlfriend after the Quiddich Cup last year," Draco remembered aloud.
"I don't think that bothered him all that much," informed Blaise.
"What do you mean?"
"Well let's just say, Ronald likes to go against the beaters on and off the field."
"Oh, you're shitting me," a wide eyed Draco urged.
"I shit you not. He used to sneak into the dungeons drunk every month. We'd go at it for a little while and as soon as he'd finish he'd start freaking out... 'what are you doing man, I'm not a fag - if you tell anyone I'm gonna kick your ass.' Merlin, the only reason I let him keep up this little saga is because the man's got a mouth like a hoover."
"What's a hoover?" asked Draco.
"Never mind, muggle saying I heard once, I'll explain it another time."
"Too bad he's still in London at the Quiddich conference."
"Oh, not anymore," Blaise continued, "Gryffindor Quiddich started practice
earlier this week - he's back in the tower - already owled me for a little pillow talking session."
"Good for you. Well do you think you could arrange a little get together on my behalf?"
"Hmmm, I do believe the boys will be out of the dorm tonight."
"Outstanding!"
"But don't think this isn't going to cost you," reminded Blaise.
"Just make sure the door is unlocked. Shall we say the stroke of midnight - no pun intended."
"The stroke of midnight it is," agreed Blaise.
His plan was starting to evolve with those arrangements made. He ascended from the dungeons pleased with himself and that familiar smirk returned to his lips. Things are moving along, he thought and made his way back to his common room.