Authors Note: Alright already! The naggers have taken to Emailing me at home! Which I love, by the way, it's been fun getting to know some of you. But I figure I'd better post something before someone show's up at my door! I wanted this chapter to go on for a few thousand more words, but it's very slow going, and I found a good place to stop. So the next chapter will either be painfully long or I'll have to push off 'that thing' that I've promised a few of you to the following chapter. Ah well…anticipation is a good thing. Right?
The Devils Triangle
Chapter 8: Nothing Says: "I might like you…maybe", like a Dungbomb between the eyes!
Ginny found herself hidden at a table in the furthest corner of the library, willing away tears. She hadn't hidden away in this spot for years; not since she needed to avoid the stares and whispers that followed her after her first year.
After the scene in the Great Hall with Dean, there was another huge blowout with him in the Gryffindor common room; she pretended that they didn't affect her, but they did. Ginny was the type of person who liked to be liked, and it tortured her when someone was displeased with her, especially when they had a right to be. Dean was furious with her, for good reason. She wasn't upset enough to admit she was wrong and apologize, just enough to send her into a black mood and make her hide in the library.
"Hey, Ginny."
"Neville. Hi. How'd you find me here?"
"Just a hunch, we used to spend a lot of time back here, you and I."
"Yeah. We did."
"I saw what happened with Dean; I thought you might like to talk to someone. Someone who wasn't madly in love with you," he added chuckling.
"Shut it, Longbottom!"
"You're very popular this term!"
"Does the term bat-bogey mean anything to you Neville?"
"Ok. Ok. I'm sorry, couldn't resist."
"How are your parents?" Ginny asked, trying to change the subject.
Neville shrugged, "The same. I've been talking to several Medi-wizards, I always thought that their case was hopeless, but the truth is there are no treatments for people in their condition because no one's ever bothered to do the research to find the cures. I mean, just in the Herbology world alone, there are dozens of magical plants that have restorative and healing properties for the memory. Madame Pomfrey is helping me catalog them, and I'm going to begin some research of my own."
"Neville, that's wonderful! I'll want to help you with that."
"Have you given it any more thought, being a healer?" Neville asked. "Wouldn't it be great if we did it together?"
"Yeah, I haven't told anyone but you, but I want to be a healer."
"Ginny that's brilliant! You should tell Madame Pomfrey. She's letting me help her in the hospital wing in my share time, brewing potions and the like."
"You're brewing potions?" Ginny laughed.
"Hey! I'm not so bad when Snape's not breathing down my neck!"
"Actually, Harry said you're brilliant in all your classes this term, since you got your new wand."
"Really? Harry said that?"
"Yup."
"Actually, Harry's been quite brilliant, as well; he seems to know all the answers without even trying. You should see him in potions, Harry and Malfoy, always finish before Hermione and Ron, and it sends Hermione into quite the state."
"Harry mentioned that classes were easier, somehow. But wait, did you say Harry and Draco were partnered in Potions?" Ginny asked incredulously.
"Didn't you know?"
"No. Neither of them has mentioned that little tidbit. What's that like?" Ginny asked grinning.
"Oh, it's funny! They work really well together, but they're either completely silent, or they're bickering like an old married couple! Worse than Ron and Hermione!"
"Really?" Ginny giggled, and then paused, "How do you do that?"
"What?"
"Make me feel better so quickly."
"Years of practice, with the moody Ginny Weasley," Neville sighed. "You know what I wish?"
"What?"
"I wish you'd find a bloke who made you happy."
"Happy? I'm happy, aren't I?"
"You're cheerful and good natured; I think you could be happier."
Ginny pondered the word; she'd never considered it in reference to a boy before. "Happy. Would I recognize happy?"
"I hope so, Ginny. You deserve it."
"Thanks, Neville. I don't think I've met that bloke yet."
"The way Ron talks, it seems you and Harry found something in each other this summer. Is he someone you can finally tell your secrets too?"
"Yes, but with Harry, when you finally purge a secret, it just gets replaced by a larger, more terrifying secret. I have a feeling the same is true of Draco."
"Ginny, what's wrong with us nice, normal blokes? Like Dean?"
"I don't know. Neville, I promise you, if I ever stumble across a bloke who makes me happy, I'll grab onto him and not let go; as long as he's crazy enough to want me, of course."
Several hours later Ginny and Neville were leaving the library. Ginny had actually gotten a fair amount of homework completed once Neville had managed to calm her.
"Ginny!" a voice called from behind them. Ginny grabbed Neville's hand to keep him by her side, and she turned to meet Draco.
"Hi, Draco, we have to go, we were just heading to dinner," she said and began to turn away.
"Wait. Did I get you in trouble?" Draco shot Neville a Malfoy glare that clearly stated 'Bugger off!' Neville stood his ground beside Ginny, giving Draco a broad smile that dared him to say anything nasty in front of her. Draco quickly gave up on Neville and refocused his attention on Ginny.
"Everything's fine Draco, I'll see you on Friday for rounds."
"Can't we talk? Tomorrow night?"
"No. I'm sorry I can't. I have a date tomorrow night; at least I did have a date. I can't see you until Friday. Please, Draco, leave me alone until then." Ginny turned and left quickly, dragging Neville along with her.
Draco watched Ginny scamper away from him with a satisfied smirk on his lips. Everything was going according to plan; the Mudblood boyfriend would soon be history. He furrowed his brow slightly at her holding hands with Neville. How many admirers does this girl have? Still, it wouldn't be fun if it weren't a challenge.
Draco tried to concentrate on the game of pursuing Ginny; that's what a proper Slytherin would do. He tried not to think about how his insides melted when she looked at him with those chocolate eyes. He tried not to think about how she made him want to tell every secret he ever kept bottled-up inside. He tried not to think about how those soft, full lips would feel against his and about how her soft curves would feel… Oh bloody hell! I can't wait till Friday!
That's how on Sunday evening Draco found himself in the Gryffindor common room, engrossed in an extremely close and extremely interesting chess match with the Weasel. Draco had approached Ron the previous evening and had suggested the rematch, to take place after curfew Sunday evening. Ron thought it odd to break curfew for a game or two of chess, but he didn't want to delve too deeply into the psyche of the Slytherin, so he accepted readily.
Draco rather liked the Gryffs common room, mostly because girls, who'd never looked twice at him before- except to glare, were now eyeing him up and down. There was currently a group of girls, giggling in the corner, sending amiable looks in his direction. It seemed being friendly with the Weasel had benefits.
"Did you see the Quidditch schedule? First game's Gryffindor/Slytherin in early November," Draco said, trying to make conversation with the last person in the world he wanted to talk to. They were well into their third game, and they had each won one.
"Yeah. You captain?"
"Yeah. Where are all your little friends?" Draco asked.
"Harry's with one of his girls somewhere, Ginny's off with Dean somewhere, and Hermione's in the library."
"Granger can't be in the library, it closed two hours ago! You sure she isn't mucking about with Headboy-git Marshall?"
Ron's attention snapped out of the game. "Why do you say that?"
"Haven't you noticed them spending a lot of time with their heads together? It can't be all prefect business." Draco had no idea what he was talking about; call it a diversionary tactic.
Ron growled, but didn't rise to the bait. "For your information, Harry got Hermione an unrestricted pass to the Restricted Section of the library, and being Hermione, she has persuaded Madame Pince that that includes after-hours access. I assure you, she's in the library." Ron tried, but he didn't sound entirely sure.
"As long as you're convinced; not like I care," Draco said smoothly, with a Slytherin smirk.
Relief spread over Ron's face as Hermione entered the common room and plunked a heavy pile of books down on the table near Ron.
"Hey, Ron. Hey, Harr…What are you doing here?" Hermione grimaced as she realized that it wasn't Harry playing chess with Ron.
Draco sneered at her, but said nothing. He wasn't going to stoop to becoming friendly with Granger; no girl was worth that.
"Hey, Hermione. See how desperate I've become for company?" Ron said with an exaggerated pout. "You and Harry never have time for me anymore."
Hermione laughed at him. "Poor baby, I remember inviting you to the library."
Ron grimaced. "I prefer the Ferret, thanks. What did you find?"
Hermione eyed Draco suspiciously, "Let's just say, I've decided to take another tack. Have you ever heard of a witch called Carina de Florette?"
"No. Is she in the Ministry?"
"No. She died hundreds of years ago."
Draco had tilted his head to read the spines of Hermione's pile of books, but still said nothing.
"Ferret, you're in my chair again!" Harry said grumpily as he joined the group and threw himself onto a sofa.
"There's no plaque with your name on it, Scarhead," Draco drawled with a self satisfied smirk. Ron and Draco exchanged amused looks as they surveyed Harry. His hair was an even more atrocious mess than usual, and his lips were red and swollen; he looked, well snogged!
"Who was it tonight, Harry?" Ron chuckled.
"Constance. Second date. Much better than first," Harry said grinning.
"Honestly!" Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Shouldn't your sister be back by now, Weasley? Do you just let her roam about the castle at this hour?"
"Ahh! The real reason for his interest in my company finally surfaces! She'll be along. You should be grateful that I've been persuaded to stay out of her love life this term, or you'd be at the bottom of the lake already."
"One of us would be, anyway. Check," Draco smirked, as Ron cursed and returned his attention to the board.
Ginny and Dean finally entered the common room hand-in-hand, but Draco was pleased to note that she showed no obvious signs of a thorough snogging. Ginny spotted Draco before Dean, and she was able to divert Dean's attention long enough to get him up the stairs to the boys dormitory. Before she followed Dean up the stairs, she gave Draco a withering glare!
"Ouch!" Ron chuckled. "I don't think your little plan's working Malfoy. That glare is usually followed by a bat-bogey."
"We can only hope!" Harry chimed.
"She just went to the boy's dormitory! Aren't you going to do anything?" Draco hissed.
"Why don't you head up there and break it up?" Ron nodded encouragingly. "Go ahead!"
Draco glared at him. This may not have been the brightest idea, but he wasn't that stupid. "Checkmate," he said as he moved his last chessman, and then Ginny flew down the dormitory steps in a dark rage.
"Damn it, Malfoy! What are you doing here? I told you to stay away from me!"
"I'm playing chess with your brother," Draco replied, as innocently as a Slytherin could.
"Like hell! Come with me." Ginny grabbed Draco's ear and tugged him towards a secluded corner of the common room.
Harry winced slightly as he watched Draco get dragged away. "It hurts when she does that," he observed nonchalantly.
"See that!" Ron said smugly, "She hates him! I was right! She'll tell him to bugger off now and the nightmare will be over!"
"Bloody hell woman! Let me go! I will not be man-handled! I'm a Malfoy!"
Draco was incensed, he pried Ginny's hands from his ear and held them captive at her sides as he pressed her against the wall in the dark corner into which she had dragged him. His anger immediately dissipated when he realized how close he was to her, and he felt the effects of that proximity on every inch of his body. He released her hands, but remained in place.
"Why didn't you stay away, like I asked you?" Ginny whispered pleadingly.
"I just want to see you, to talk."
"You don't understand! Dean wants me to give up Friday rounds with you, and Ron has already volunteered to switch his Wednesdays. Is that what you want?"
"No, but it doesn't really matter," Draco shrugged.
"Doesn't matter?" Ginny said dejectedly.
"No," a sly grin spread over Draco's face, "Parkinson has Wednesday rounds with your brother. I'd make her switch with me; she'd make me pay, but she'd do it. I'm not that easy to be rid of."
"Oh." A wide grin spread involuntarily over Ginny's face.
"Ginny, do you really like this bloke?"
"Of course I do! He doesn't deserve to be hurt. Please, Draco, just stay away from me, let me sort this out on my own."
Draco's warm gaze turned cold, his eyes darkened, his jaw tensed and his body stiffened. This response was more a result of years of practice, than any actual sentiment.
"Fine," he said, "I'll leave you be." Draco turned away and swiftly moved to exit the common room. He didn't glance at the trio as he passed by them.
"Malfoy," Ron called, "same time next week?" Draco paused briefly and nodded, his face, a mask of indifference.
"Ron!" Harry and Hermione both chided him after Draco had left the room.
"What? He just beat me two out of three! I have to defend my honor! Gryffindor honor!"
"Chess Slut!" Harry hissed, making Hermione giggle. "You alright Gin?" Harry asked as Ginny wandered toward them, looking sad and lost.
"I'm fine. I'm going to bed. 'Night."
"It's better that you told him to bugger off now, Gin. He'd only keep causing trouble for you, if you hadn't," Ron said, trying to be helpful.
Ginny merely shot Ron a half-hearted glare and disappeared up the dormitory steps without another word.
"Should I go up and talk to her?" Hermione was addressing the question to Harry, not Ron.
"No, leave her alone for tonight," Harry said with a sigh. "Hermione, tell me about your research. Do you have any ideas?"
"Oh! Yeah!" Ron agreed. "What about this witch…Carmela…"
"Carina de Florette," Hermione finished. "Well, I've thought about it, there's no use fighting Voldemort with Dark Magic; he's too powerful. Voldemort was defeated, when Harry was a baby, by magic based in love. Voldemort doesn't understand love, so he can't fight it."
"We're gonna kill Voldemort with LOVE?" Ron laughed. "We're gonna to love him to death? I really don't want to know the logistics of this plan!"
"Ron, just listen," Hermione huffed, and then she glared at Harry who was muffling his giggles.
"I'm NOT shagging Voldemort! Not even for Harry! I just want to make that clear upfront!" Ron continued, successfully sending Harry over the edge into hysterical laughter.
"AND, I might add, you're not shagging him either!" Ron continued, pointing to Hermione. "Harry, can shag whomever he likes, if he thinks it'll help!"
"Anyone, I like?" Harry asked, still laughing, waggling his eyebrows, and making it clear that he was having extremely naughty thoughts about Ron's baby sister.
Ron growled in disgust. "Cue up, Potter!"
"I already have, Weasley. I already have."
"Honestly, you two! Do you want to hear this or not?" Hermione admonished, but her lips were twitching.
"Sorry, Hermione. Please continue." Harry managed to get himself back under control.
"Well, I'm trying to find information on Carina de Florette, she lived eight hundred years ago. All of my research indicates that she was able to harness the power of love in magical spells, but I've been unable to find any detailed descriptions of her work. I need to read these books to see if they have more any information."
"Why don't you give me a few of them Hermione, I'll skim through them and mark the pages that refer to her," Harry grinned at Hermione's shocked expression. "What? It's my ass you're trying to save, the least I can do is a little reading! Besides, it's really easy for me these days. I hardly need to study any more; I memorize books as soon I read them. Hey! What do you think is causing that, Hermione?"
"I don't know, but I'm really beginning to hate you for it." Hermione grinned at him. "I've been thinking about that, too. I'll let you know when I come up with something."
"Come on, Harry," Ron said, resetting the chess board, "let's have a game of chess. I need an ego boast after the pummeling the Ferret gave me."
The following morning Draco seemed to be good to his word, he not only left Ginny alone, he completely ignored her. He sat with his back to the Gryffindor table, this was a first; Ginny had only ever seen him sit with his back to the wall, as any good Slytherin concerned with self-preservation would. Ginny sat facing the Slytherin table, just for a change of scenery, no other reason, really…no really. Draco and Pansy were sitting together, whispering to one another, Draco seemed completely engrossed in her. Ginny noticed that they seemed to have some sort of secret language; they sat very close together and would nudge other another with an elbow or a leg to draw the others attention to something or someone around them, then they would both dissolve into snickers or whispers. Draco ignored the dark glares that Blaise Zabini sent from across the table. Ginny was sure that they were busy making fun of their housemates. Draco quite often wrapped his arm around her and gave her a gentle squeeze while he whispered to her. Ginny tried to remind herself that that was probably what she and Harry looked like to an outsider. Somehow the thought that Draco had a relationship, similar to the one that Ginny had with Harry did nothing to comfort her, actually, the realization alarmed her quite a bit.
Ginny noticed Lavender Brown, Sarah Albright and several other Gryffindor girls eying Draco as well.
"You know, I never noticed how dishy he was until he turned up in our common room last night. He's quite nice looking when he's not scowling and hurling insults."
"Ginny, are Malfoy and Pansy dating?"
"No, they're just friends," Ginny growled, "Pansy's dating Zabini."
"Hmm, I'll have to stop by and chat with him next time he turns up to play chess with Ron," Lavender giggled. Ginny rolled her eyes and said nothing.
"Hang on," said Dean, who was sitting next to Ginny, "Malfoy was in our common room last night?" He addressed the question to Ginny, even though Ron was sitting directly across from him.
Ginny glared at him, not appreciating his accusing tone. "He was Ron's guest, they played chess; I was with you for most of the evening, if you'll recall," she said, not bothering to hide her pissy attitude.
"But he was there when we returned? You saw him when we entered?"
"Yes," Ginny shrugged.
"So, that explains why you dragged me directly upstairs, and the dumped me in my room without so much a peck on the cheek? You went back to the common room to see him, didn't you?"
"We spoke very briefly. It's not my fault he was there Dean!"
"No, nothing ever is your fault, is it?"
Ginny didn't have the energy to get into another row with Dean at the moment; she'd rather wait for privacy to curse him into next week. She bit her tongue and remained silent.
Ginny didn't have to wait long for a distraction. A loud wave of shrieks and catcalls rose from the Slytherin table and quickly spread throughout the hall. Ginny looked up from her breakfast to be rewarded with a stellar view of Draco's bare bum! His very fine bare bum! It seemed that when Draco stood to leave, someone had performed an invisibility charm on the back of his robes. Ginny looked around and saw Astrid calmly eating her breakfast, as though nothing was going on around her. Draco had no idea what caused the commotion following him down the aisle of the Great Hall. He kept turning around to see if someone was behind him, but this just allowed more of the Great Hall to get a peek, and caused more taunting. Pansy finally recovered, from her laugher, enough to smack Goyle upside the head, and tell him to go help Draco. Goyle then swiftly ushered Malfoy out of the Great Hall, while whispering in his ear. Meanwhile, Crabbe grabbed Astrid and dragged her out after them. Astrid was kicking and screaming bloody murder, Ginny laughed when Crabbe nearly lost an eye trying to contain the little beast.
"Ginny! You think it's funny? Just last week you were all worried for the poor thing?" Hermione asked in shock. "Don't you think they'll hurt her?"
"Let's just say, I've gotten some back-story on the situation, and anything she gets, she'll deserve," Ginny giggled.
"Draco will kill her!" Hermione exclaimed.
"No, he won't, he likes her. He thinks she's ripping."
"But she's Muggleborn."
"People can change Hermione, they can grow. Maybe if you hexed him more often, he'd like you too!" Ginny laughed at the look of complete befuddlement on Hermione's face as she tried to make sense of the situation before her.
"Hang on, Gin," Harry joined in, "are you saying that that little girl hexed Malfoy?"
Ginny nodded, "Chances are good, yeah."
"Excellent!" Harry grinned.
"I like that little girl!" Ron agreed.
The remainder of the week dragged slowly for Ginny. Draco never so much as glanced in her direction. Ginny, however, kept a close eye on him. Things in Slytherin house seemed to be returning to normal for Draco. After 'the bum' incident Crabbe and Goyle, returned to their usual positions at his flank, except at mealtimes when Draco was flanked by Pansy and Astrid. Ginny suspected that Draco kept Astrid close to keep an eye on her.
He scowled at her often and grabbed her if she so much as twitched her wand hand. For Astrid's part, Ginny thought she looked extremely pleased with herself; having earned herself a seat beside the Prince of Slytherin.
"Poor Draco,' Ginny chuckled to herself, "he has no idea what's going on there."
On Friday morning Ginny snuck into the sixth year boy's dorm at dawn. She was looking for Harry, before their morning fly.
"Blimey, Ginny! I'm not dressed!" Harry shrieked in whisper, as he pulled on his pants. His dorm mates were all still asleep.
"Ooooo," she squeaked, "I'm having a good week! I'm getting to see everyone's bum." Harry pulled on his trousers and jumper, taking note that Ginny never bothered to look away as he dressed. He suppressed the tingle traveling down his spine.
"Stop looking at me like that, you witch! You have enough boy trouble!"
"Oh please! I lost count of how many times I caught you eyeing me in my swim suit this summer."
"Me? Never! Are you a girl? Humf…never noticed that! WHY are you here?"
"I need some Dungbombs."
Harry finished dressing, grabbed his broom and a bag of Dungbombs from his trunk and escorted Ginny out of the dormitory.
"Ok, why do you need the Dungbombs?" he asked once they were in the common room.
"I broke-up with Dean last night," Ginny blurted out.
"I'm sorry," Harry said insincerely. "WHY do you need the Dungbombs?"
"I think I hurt Draco's feelings when I told him to stay away from me."
Harry rolled his eyes. "It's impossible to hurt Malfoy's feelings; he hasn't any. WHY do you NEED the DUNGBOMBS?"
"Draco always goes for a walk at dawn. I've spotted him a couple of times?"
"ANSWER the question, Ginny! WHY do you need the Dungbombs?"
"I did answer the question!"
Harry furrowed his brow, and tried to piece together the information she'd given him.
"You broke-up with Dean, and you think you hurt Malfoy's feelings, so you're going to throw Dungbombs at him?"
"Exactly! Here take some!"
"I don't want any! If I throw a Dungbomb at Malfoy, he'll take it as an act of war! If you do it, he'll think it's cute."
Ginny giggled. "It's good to be a girl," she said, slipping a few into Harry's pockets anyway.
It didn't take long to spot Draco's bright blond head, walking by the lake.
While Ginny sped off to pester Malfoy, Harry pondered his position. He felt a pang of regret that Ginny broke-up with Dean, and her first thought immediately went to Malfoy. Harry realized that Ginny would never allow herself to consider him in that way; not unless he made the first move. Harry wouldn't make the first move until he was sure of what that move meant. He was tempted, but he could wait. He just hoped that she got this fascination with Malfoy out of her system quickly.
Harry watched from a safe distance as Ginny buzzed Malfoy's head and chucked several Dungbombs at him. None of them hit him directly, just whizzed by his head, barely grazing him.
That's when Malfoy made his fatal mistake.
"Is that the best Gryffindor's new Chaser can do?" he shouted in his most caustic, taunting tone, but he was grinning. "I guess the rumors are wrong! You're pathetic!" he shouted as he side stepped one aimed at his shoulder. "Probably only made the team because your brother's the Captain. Trust a Weasley to abuse his position of power to promote undeserving family!"
"Wrong answer, Malfoy," called Harry laughing as he watched the next three Dungbombs hit Draco square in the face.
Draco quickly drew his wand and was able to slow the path of subsequent bombs and catch them before impact. Instead of throwing the bombs back at Ginny, Draco attacked Harry.
"Hey! I didn't do anything!" he yelled reaching into his robe for ammunition to join the fray.
"Teach you to control your pets, Potter!"
"I'm no one's pet, you git!" Ginny yelled, unleashing the last of her Dungbombs at Draco, and then she sped back to the castle, completely unscathed.
Harry, however, was forced to land near Malfoy in order to clean the dung from his glasses.
"How come she's the one who starts the trouble, and we're the ones covered in shite?" Draco asked Harry with a grin.
"It's good to be a girl, apparently."
A short time later, Draco was just finishing his shower when he heard Zabini and Nott enter the bathroom. They didn't know he was there; Draco was in the furthermost stall from the door. Ever since Ginny Weasley invaded his mind Draco needed privacy in the shower; privacy and a powerful silencing charm.
"Where were you last night Zabini? You didn't come in until after one; we have classes today." Nott asked.
"In the Astronomy tower with Pansy. I swear Malfoy trained that girl well! Damn, she can snog! Seizes up a bit if you try anything else, but we're working her through that. Speaking of Malfoy's obsessions…Guess who's back on the market?"
"Not the Gryffindor princess?" Nott asked.
"Yup. She was up there having a blazing row with that Mudblood boyfriend of hers. Apparently he doesn't like how she's chumming around with Malfoy and how she's more than a little cozy with Potter. Seems like she's rather a tease, that one."
"But still, have you seen the dragon's humps on her? They're worth the bother."
"I'd love to get my hands on those myself. I'm sure Potter will scoop her up now."
Draco had heard enough and he made his presence known.
"I'll be sure to let Parkinson know about you're designs on the Weaslette's 'assets' Zabini. Should cut down your snogging time dramatically." Malfoy sneared.
"Malfoy, having a little private time in the back stall again? You've been spending a lot of time back there this term," Zabini laughed. "And you're one to talk; you're not above lusting after two women. You'd snap-up Pansy in a heartbeat, if she'd have you."
Draco pushed his way past the two boys and went to dress. Blaise had a point; Draco had found it surprisingly easy to slip under Pansy's spell this week, while he was trying to keep his mind off of Ginny. His feelings for the two girls were so vastly different that he didn't quite know what to make of them. His thoughts of Ginny were hot and invasive, and made him feel as though he needed her for his very survival. His feelings for Pansy, however, were soft and comfortable and made him feel as though he'd come home; although not to any home he'd actually ever known, but to a home as he imagined they should be. And now the Weaslette had dumped the Mudblood. Followed up, by a completely unprovoked Dungbomb attack! A wide grin spread over Draco's face.
"I think I'm IN there," he chuckled to himself and then hurried down to breakfast.
Authors Note:
I must give another credit to my dear husband's questionable taste.
I said: "You're a sixteen year old Slytherin boy, talking about girls, while in the shower. What would you call a girl's breasts? He pondered for maybe five seconds before responding "Dragon's Humps" he said with such confidence that I didn't question it.
Oh Dear! What have I married?
If anyone cares...Harry's was flat and firm and Draco's was round and dimpled.
No ETA on the next chapter, it's well underway, but I would like to start having these things Beta read BEFORE I post them. I am aware that my punctuation is horrid. So please try to be patient.