Three's A Fling
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Harry tapped the ribbed glass that separated him and Hermione from the almost eerily calm Slytherin—a Slytherin who, at the moment, was sitting cross-legged in front of the shower door.
Deep gray eyes blinked lazily as Harry tapped his finger against the glass. It was indeed glass, but unbreakable…
Harry's heart did a small summersault, he desperately tried to control the runaway nerves of his but they were steadily growing into a knot in the deep pit of his stomach.
"Do you think he can see us?" Harry asked as the Slytherin continued to stare dully at them—or not at them.
Hermione didn't respond as she took in her slightly flustered friend. His green eyes were opened wide, his face flushed, and there was a gleam to his skin that looked—unhealthy, to say the least. "Harry?" she bit her lip as he jumped noticeably.
"Yeah?"
"This might sound stupid. But, didn't you live in a cupboard for most of your life?"
Harry twitched nervously as he stared at Malfoy through the glass. "Yeah."
"And you're claustrophobic?" Her eyebrow rose slightly even as the worried expression deepened.
Harry was now totally absorbed with the figure outside the shower.
"Harry?"
Finally his eyes peeled away from the blond to face Hermione and she could see the panic brimming. "Yeah?"
"How is it you are claustrophobic?"
Harry swallowed, pleased to find that he could still do that small function. "Well, it's because I lived in that small space all those years. When I came here I kind of got used to having…well, you know…space."
"Ah. Okay." Hermione's eyes drifted around the shower. "Well, it's not as small a shower as it could be. Imagine if this was a corner shower!"
Harry managed only a half-hearted chuckle. "Yeah, imagine that." He shuddered. "Merlin that would be…" Harry's head snapped as the Slytherin stood abruptly.
Hermione watched as Malfoy shook his head, eyes clouded, his face settling into a frown of confusion.
"Hey Hermione, I think he's back."
At that moment, the Slytherin's silver eyes landed on the door and he jumped back with an "Eep!"
"Malfoy. Can you hear me?" Hermione asked.
"Of course I can fucking hear you Granger. Have you gone mental?" Draco eyed the Gryffindors for a moment. "What the hell are you two doing in the shower together?" He crinkled his nose in disgust. "And still dressed."
"I don't think you want to know, Malfoy." Harry muttered.
"Well, come out. You look ridiculous together."
"We can't." Hermione said softly.
"What's that?"
"We can't get the fuck out!" Harry screamed.
Draco's eyebrows rose. "You don't say?"
"Oh fuck it Malfoy, just try and open the door." Hermione shouted.
Draco shrugged. "If you insist." He pulled the door open. "What was so hard about that?"
"FREEDOM!" Hermione was shoved roughly to the side and Draco felt a soft breeze against his cheek as a blur that was Harry ran from the bath.
"What's got his knickers in a twist?" Draco asked.
Stupidly, Hermione answered. "Claustrophobic."
Silver eyes widened. "Oh really." Draco contemplated this new piece of evidence. "How very interesting." He whispered to himself as he trailed Hermione out of the room.
They all gathered in the common room. Harry was sprawled on the couch, Draco took a chair, and Hermione took notice of a small card propped up on the coffee table (and of course, the other two were quite surprised, really now, she is rooming with two males—teenage males…can you really expect them to notice anything? Hmm? I thought not).
"Hey, there's a note from Dumbledore." Hermione opened it.
Draco yawned. "What does the old codger have to say?"
Harry glared, and Hermione shook her head as she read aloud.
"Welcome to your new rooms. I hope you find them appropriate. Ms. Granger, I would like you to take notice of the small door to your left, inside I've taken the liberty to stock a few noteworthy books. Mr. Potter, there is a squeaky floorboard near the window, take a look under that when you have the time and my dear Mr. Malfoy…" here Hermione paused as all made gagging motions. "The desk in the corner, the black one, is for your use. It is all ready stocked with all materials you will need, as well as a potions kit. I hope you enjoy. I also took the liberty, while searching for books for Ms. Granger, to find you some recreational reading as well. Inside the bottom drawer you will find several books. There is How to Fight The Dark Side by Poppy Puddles, Switching Sides by Batty Watty, How Azkaban Treats Convicted Death Eaters (complete with illustrations) by Wicky Woo and Loving thy Enemy by Lucky Sevhen…do enjoy them. If you'd like more, just ask. Now, I must warn you that the last two heads left with a bit of a vendetta against the school—and each other, so watch out for stray charms, hexes and curses! I wish you all the best,
Headmaster Dumbledore."
"Subtle, he is not." Draco muttered.
"At least he's taken an interest in your well being Malfoy." Harry yawned. "Oh and by the way. If you ever call me daddy again, I will kill you."
Draco, who had been lounging in the chair, trying to appear bored, shot up. "WHAT!"
"I think you heard me."
"I have NEVER called you daddy!" Draco shouted, his eyes wide. "Have I?" He glanced at Granger who nodded. "OH FUCK NO! You're both lying."
"Wish I were, you even wanted to hug me. You danced around proclaiming that your name was Potter."
"I did not." But Harry was pleased to see an embarrassed blush gracing the pale boy's skin.
"You did too."
Draco shuddered. He really couldn't remember anything. He remembered getting hit by a door, and then he remembered staring at the two Gryffindors in the shower. Shaking his head he muttered "Mental" and left the room. He picked the room to his left and slammed the door behind him—with more force than was necessary. All three cringed.
"That was mean Harry."
Harry shrugged. "Stupid git deserved it. Hey!" Harry recoiled as Hermione smacked him aside the head. "What was that for?"
"Felt like it."
"You're evil."
"Why thank you."
Harry pouted as he watched Hermione go to the door Dumbledore said was for her. A second later she stumbled back from the entrance, her face frozen in shock.
"I thought he said a collection of books." Harry said as he stared into the room. "Not half a fucking library."
But Hermione's eyes were clouded over and the look in her eyes made Harry shudder. You knew something was wrong with your friend when their eyes filled with lust over a bunch of books.
Still shaking his head, Harry left her there. He sure as hell didn't feel anything sexual when confronted with a bunch of books. Good boy, Harry (said some annoying voice inside his head, and as dear Harry had quite a few of them, it will remain 'some annoying voice'). Picking the room farthest from Malfoy's he plopped on the bed, exhausted. He vaguely remembered that he had a squeaky floorboard to investigate before sleep claimed him.
Hermione finally tugged herself away from half the library Dumbledore had given her. From what she could tell, there was really no reason for her to ever leave these rooms again. She had books, a bed, bathroom filled with everything she could possibly want, and house elves to deliver food on a whim. Life was good.
She tiredly made her way past the room Malfoy had disappeared into hours before. She went to the farthest room, only to find Harry asleep, softly curled, on the bed. She shook her head, a smile playing on her lips. "Night Harry." She whispered as she left with a sigh. "Guess I've got to room next to the ferret."
Her room was soft and golden. Hermione didn't take the time to admire, her eyes drooping as she prepared for bed. It wasn't much longer before she flopped down and left the waking world.
Glowing eyes, glowing pink eyes blinked. Slowly it slithered from under the bed and looked with disgust at the sleeping blond. Was this it's legacy? Watch the stupid Slytherin's of the world sleep? It sure thought not. No, it had bigger and better things to do. Slowly, it slipped beneath the door and into the hallway. Hehe…maybe, just maybe the imbeciles had left the door open….
Not so, it soon found out. Pink eyes gazed around angrily. Well then. It would just have to stick around. Slowly it slithered back down the hallway before deciding on a door. It wiggled its way into the room and climbed up the side of the bed. Hmm, it thought, not so bad, as it settled on top the warm chest. Kinda liikkkeeee itttttt...pink eyes blinked a final time before it too succumbed to the pull of sleep on the warm chest.
And there be, my lovely readers, the end of chapter four!
I can't believe I haven't updated this since christmas...eeekkk! Sorry all! I hope you enjoyed this update into my inner madness. I took the liberty of editing all previous chapters...I hate finding mistakes, drives me up a wall. Okay, well I'm off!
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Oh...and in case any of you are confused, the next chapter will be titled "THE THING WITH PINK EYES"...so if that helps!
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jd.