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I felt her intelligent cinnamon tinted eyes follow my back as I stalked back to the dungeons. Damn Albus! Damn him to eternal torment! If he wouldn't have put that damn mistletoe in the Hall I never would have had to kiss her, and I never would have got lost in the sweet sensations of the Head Girl's warm lips on my own.
Minerva would never let me live this down. I had kissed a student…and I had liked it. Well, the old wench could stuff it for all I care. It wasn't my fault. Just then I wondered suddenly who had freed Draco from his trap and felt a surge of jealousy at the idea of one Hermione Granger rescuing him.
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I marched myself into the Great Hall and straight to Draco. He flashed me a grateful smile as I pulled his head down to meet mine. He was considerably taller, but not near as tall as Snape had been. Snape. Draco's lips on mine were cool and friendly, holding none of the passion I had felt in our Professor's skilled embrace. I could almost forgive Dumbledore for putting out this damn enchanted mistletoe. Almost.
Draco and I kissed for a mere second; long enough to feel the effects of the spell ebb away before we broke apart and left the Hall. We raced up to the Head Tower and collapsed in the common room. Draco was grinning at me mischievously. Damn. He knew.
"Don't tell me. Snape." he grinned.
"Shut. Up. Draco." I muttered furiously, smothering my face into one of the crimson throw pillows on our couch.
"Well, think of it this way…I could have been Filch."
Draco's eyes twinkled as I threw said pillow across the room, aimed straight for his face. Unfortunately, Draco had been training vigorously for Quidditch for six long years, and his reflexes (as well as his muscles) were honed to perfection. Draco had been the object of lust for girls from every house and year, which he laughed off with grace. Not many people knew of Draco's true passion. Harry Potter.
Yes, my best friend Draco, sworn enemy to the Boy-Who-Refused-To-Die, was in fact as gay as humanly possible. There wasn't a straight bone In Draconis Xavier Malfoy's body. Of course, no one knew it but me. He had egged me to "test the waters", Harry's waters that is, and even thought Harry was the second most sought after man in Hogwarts, he showed no interest in his legions of female fans. Now if only the two of them would just admit it.
I'm surrounded by pricks.
The cursed candy canes from Draco. That was a classic. Harry's face had lit up when he read the card; and then said face had turned into a giant cupcake, complete with twinkling candle. Draco confessed he had sent Harry something else as well, but said he wouldn't receive it until Christmas night. Knowing Draco's idea of romance, I didn't even ask what he'd sent. If he didn't want to tell, I didn't want to know.
Draco throwing the pillow back at me snapped me away from my thoughts of matchmaking and the greatest Pillow Fight that Hogwarts had ever seen commenced, finishing with Draco throwing me over his shoulder and spinning me mercilessly around the room.
~*~
I stalked down the cold Halls of the school, making for the Head Tower. Draco was my Godson, and the closest thing to family I had. Though he could be a prat at times, he'd sent me a first edition copy of Moste Potente Potions. And I had in turn gotten him a new Firebolt 3000. Since Lucius had been thrown in prison Draco's luxuries had diminished considerably, but he'd never complained.
I knocked on the door. No answer. A muffled squeal from inside made me freeze. I made up my mind in a split second and magically forced the door open. Draco was holding Hermione Granger over his shoulder, and he had just gently thrown her on the couch. I cleared my throat. My godson had some explaining to do.
~*~
I looked up at the sound of someone clearing his or her throat. Snape was standing perfectly framed in the doorway, his face blank but his eyes furious. Shit. Snape had been in our rooms before to speak to Draco, but never when I was around. Well, I was around now. I was around in my little pajama set, lying on the couch with Draco Malfoy on top of me. This was not good. Not good at all.
"Mr. Malfoy, please remove yourself from Miss Granger. NOW!" Snape hissed.
Draco scrambled up from the couch, flashing me an apologetic grin as he went. He settled himself in a chair, a safe distance away from both Snape and myself. Then, the proverbial bomb went off.
"What is the meaning of this?" Snape hissed.
"Sorry, Professor. We sort of had a pillow fight and I couldn't very well let Hermione beat me." Draco explained.
"I see. Please refrain from childish behavior such as this in the future, Miss Granger."
I saw red. I certainly didn't expect him to punish Draco, but then again I didn't expect him to scold me! The nerve of that man! That man who was now making himself at home in my chair! Ugh!
"Draco, thank you for your gift. It is much appreciated." Snape drawled.
So that's why he's here.
"Your welcome, Severus." Draco grinned. "But keep it down, I wouldn't want Hermione to receive any hints on hers."
"Draco, what did you do?" I hissed suspiciously.
"What a way to thank a man, Miss Granger." Snape said dryly.
"Forgive me, Professor, I'm merely remembering his birthday present." I said mock sweetly as Draco burst into fits of laughter at the mere mention of her last birthday.
"C'mon, Hermione, that was classic!" he grinned.
"I don't find it funny." I huffed.
"What exactly did you send her, Draco?"
~*~
I could stand it anymore. I had to know what they were making such a fuss about. Draco smirked evilly at Hermione, who had blushed to the roots of her hair. She shook her head furiously at him with a pleading expression, but he pretended not to notice.
"I believe I sent you a glow in the dark, edible thong, Right, Hermione?" Draco said innocently.
My eyes threatened to pop out of my head but I fought to keep my face blank. Draco was a wanker. Granger looked about ready to throttle him.
"Yes, Draco. And what was it I bought you for your birthday?" Hermione asked sweetly.
Draco mumbled something incoherent and Hermione flashed him a wicked grin. She ran into a room to the right and Draco stood up to run after her. His shoulders slumped as she disappeared from sight and he sat back down wearing a defeated expression. Nevertheless;
"Granger, don't you dare!" he yelled.
Hermione came barreling back into the room, slipping under his outstretched arm and tossing a small paperback at me. I caught it deftly with one hand and turned it over to glance at the smooth black leather cover. Silver letters proclaimed proudly the title: The Gay Man's Manual of Pleasure.
"You should have seen the look on the saleswoman's face when I bought it." Hermione said proudly.
~*~
A/n: Yes, I know it is March. Actually, I've had this written for a while, but forgot to post it. This story started out as A Christmas!fic, but I'm not so sure It will end that way. I may change the title, or I may leave it at this.