At this remark Draco snapped out of a stupor and remembered himself. 'ew. . . mudblood?'
He stared at her retreating form in disbelief at first and then choked on his realization. "Oh God, she did!" and proceeded to vomit loudly.
'Ew kissing mudblood.' He thought again, unable to come to terms with the travesty. As he got up to rush back to his dorms, he stepped on what sounded like paper.
'Alright Knott, what's in these letter that got me contaminated by mudblood kiss?' he thought to himself while opening the envelope.
'Oh for the sake of all things good and holy . . . noooo'
'oh. . no. . ' hermione thought to herself numbly as she walked back to the prefects bathroom 'what on earth just happened?'
Her fears had been confirmed as she heard a retching behind her which meant she had indeed kissed the albino ferret. She felt quite keen to do the same, and promptly did just that upon arrival at the loo.
'I need sleep' she murmured as she emerged the bathroom, wand in hand. While walking up the hallway, nearing the stone unicycling figure, she heard a retching sound again.
"Malfoy? Are you dying?" she asked hopefully.
At the gurgling sound that answered her, she lit up her wand to see better.
"Did those people get you while I was in the bathroom?" she asked hesitantly.
Draco just glared at her in disgust. 'I wish' he thought to himself while handing her the papers in hand.
"Merlin . . ." Hermione breathed as she looked at the reason of Malfoy's chase.
Draco just nodded in sickened agreement and looked as though he might throw up again.
"My goodness. . . I didn't think Crabbe swung that way. . ." she said with a partly shocked, partly amused, mostly disgusted sneer on her face.
Malfoy grabbed the photo from her and ripped it in shreds. "Of course he does! Why else would he follow me around like a love-sick puppy?"
"So why were you getting sick?" Hermione asked, feeling her own dinner work its way up. At first she thought that was really Draco in the picture. . .
"THAT was KNOTT with a blonge bloody WIG on!" Draco half screamed, half squealed at Hermione. He then fainted rather dramatically right at her feet, just missing his puddle of sick.
Hermione felt quite sick to her stomache at first. And then quite happy at the fact that Malfoy was now laying at her feet.
She realized this was a situation that could be taken advantage of in many different ways and considered all of them; one of which involved a chainsaw and many wild pixies.
In the end, sleep won over and she opted to just leave him there to rot.
Authors note: Just as sleep has won me over and I have left his fic here to rot.