Disclaimer: I hate to repeat myself, so I will not say I do not own Harry Potter. He's so owned already.
Warnings: Spoilers for HBP. If you don't like it, scram.
A/N aaah, I got a review. Well, thanks, Boogie. But from now on I want NO reviews. Fu(k you all, I'm writing this for myself and I'll update it even if nobody else in the whole damn world likes it.
3. Misunderstood
"Draco? Say something, please!"
"I'm just...suprised, that's all. Blaise... You can't have her."
"Look, if she's a mudblood, it doesn't mean she's not a great per..."
"That's not why, you idiot!" shouted Draco, his cheeks flushed. "You just can't! Besides, she wouldn't like you anyway, she likes blondes!" Blaise sent him an irritated glare.
"How do you know what she likes?" he asked with a poisonous modulation.
"I saw her in the library right before I fainted, reading a book called How to make that blonde notice you?!" barked Draco at his best friend.
"Well then you must have been hallucinating, because there's no such book in our library!" said Blaise back with similar force. That gave Draco a thought. Blaise knew the library like the back of his hand...
"What's all the commotion about!" came an angried shout from the door. There stood a furious madam Pomfrey and the boys instantly shut up.
"Nothing, madame," said Draco elegantly. "I'm just feeling much better and would wish to leave."
"Well, you're not going anywhere today. You've been asleep for two days and I need to keep an eye on you," she said, sounding annoyed. "Now be quiet or I'll kick your friend out!"
"That bloody woman," mumbled Draco after she had left.
"Draco, do you fancy her?" asked Blaise nervously.
"Are you kidding? She's old enough to be my grandmother!" said Draco, nearly choking from shock.
"Not madam Pomfrey!" pointed Blaise quietly. "Hermione!"
Draco looked away from his friend.
"Yes," he said finally. "And I think she likes me too. Oh Blaise, don't be so sad! There's other fish in the sea..."
"I don't like fish," snarled Blaise. "I hate sea food! You know what? If I were you I'd... I'd..."
"You'd...what?" asked Draco curiously.
"Share," said Blaise with a spark in his eyes.
"The hell you would," yelped Draco angrily.
"I liked her ever since I first laid eyes on her when she was sorted..."
"The hell you did!" blurted Draco, almost ready to punch his friend on the nose.
"Well if you're so bloody sure she likes you, why not let me give it a try?" said Blaise madly, flushed in the face.
"You didn't seem much fond of trying with her before you knew I fancied her! Go on, give it a try! But don't come crying to me when she says no!" shouted Draco and the next moment madam Pomfrey was already dragging Blaise out by the ear.