Disclaimer: Don't own it, nor do I make a profit from this.
Warnings: Mild Slash, Mild Language
Author's Note: O.o Sorry for the wait guys, vacations over and the last part of the year has hit with a sludgehammer and phsycotic teachers. -grovels for forgivness- Now, that I am done groveling, I have two updates. One, I am planning to write a MWPP era fic. My question is, should it be Sirius/Remus or Remus/James? Two, I have made a challenge for you Draco/Harry shippers! Its on my profile page if you're interested.
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Draco's POV
I smirked as Ron shook his head and walked away muttering something about mental Slytherins and their bloody cats. Poor bloke, I don't think he fancies cats much…
The door of the dorm opened and Hermione came in, she smiled at everyone
"Neville, Thomas, Draco, Ronald." She greeted, she was still mad at Dean it seems…
"Morning." I said cheerfully, scratching Koishii under the chin. Hermione's eyes grew and she practically bounced over to me
"Draco! He's absolutely adorable! Can I hold him?" She gushed, eying Koi in a very gleeful way, I nodded and handed her the cat. She smiled down at him and started cooing. I chuckled and grabbed my things to get dressed
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Hermione's POV
I sat on what I assumed to be Draco's bed and sighed, scratching absently behind the cat's ear. Things were going to change…and it was going to be one hell of a fight. Gryffindors weren't going to like being around Blaise and Draco…at least not at first…and that's something they really didn't need. To be insulted and ridiculed…
I sighed again and gave the cat a final pat on the head…its weird, I always imagined Draco having an enormous Great Owl…or maybe an Eagle owl…never a cat. I stood and turned to see Draco and Harry leave the bathroom, fully dressed. Harry was trying to make conversation, and Draco…was blushing slightly and muttering responses. I walked over to the pair and smiled
"Morning Harry." I greeted, he smiled at me
"Good Morning 'Mione." He replied, Ronald appeared fully-dressed behind them
"Shall we go to breakfast?" I asked pleasantly, the guys all nodded and we began the walk to the Great hall. Tonks joined us and chatted happily with Draco, this morning sporting Pink hair and grey eyes…Draco had told me about how they met, apparently Tonks wasn't a favorite in their family, but Draco's mother had been fond of her. Tonks would come to their manor for holidays when she was in Hogwarts, and during the summer. The two became close, because of their common dislike of the dark…even though at the time Draco had been young, he was still old enough to know what he wanted for his life…a very ambitious child it seems.
Neville tripped on a disappearing step in front of us and Draco grabbed his arm to keep him from falling. Neville turned and had an expression on his face, as if he didn't know whether to pee his pants…or faint. Draco smiled and kept walking…Neville stood rooted to the spot
"You all right there Neville?" Ron asked as he passed by, Neville smiled
"Yeah…I think I am." He stated, I smiled happily
"That's great."
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Draco's POV
I felt significantly better…I have a sneaking feeling that Dumbledore puts endorphin-inducing gas in the Gryffindor tower…
Anyways…
Maybe it was Tonks being here, I always enjoyed her zany company…or maybe it was the conversation I had with Harry. It mainly consisted of him asking me if I was ok. The fact that Harry cared made my heart swell happily. There was a small part of my heart telling me that he was just a good person, that he worries about everyone, that I wasn't special to him. I ignored this. If I believed he cared, it let me live in a fantasy…kept me out of depression.
Tonks looked at me, I knew she knew I was deep in thought…she respected that and chatted happily with Ron and Harry instead.
I noticed Harry was giving me a strange look; I blushed and looked at the floor, hoping I didn't seem too obvious…
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Harry's POV
Draco had a thoughtful, and yet at the same time, pained look on his face. I hoped with all my might…that he was ok. It was something I had come to term with…I was gay. And hopelessly in love…with Draco Malfoy.
No one knew…but I had a feeling that Hermione was starting to catch on…Zabini also seemed pretty suspicious. But then, that could just be the Slytherin in him…always suspicious.
Hermione seemed to be getting on pretty good with him…and for her sake, I hoped he was a good guy.
We entered the Great hall and made our way to the Gryffindor table, Tonks joined us…I guess when Dumbledore said that Draco would be tailed at all times…he meant all times.
"Oi! Harry!" Tonks cried, I blinked and looked at her
"Did you say something?" I asked, completely in a daze. She smirked
"Yes you git, I asked if you could pass the blackberry jam before your elbow ends up in it." She said in a teasing manner. I looked down at my right elbow to see that it was in fact edging pretty close to the Jam. With a sheepish smile I picked it up and handed it across the table to her, before discreetly checking my other elbow, making sure it wasn't about to end up in the butter or something. Glancing quickly over at Draco, I noticed he was slowly working his way through a plate of food, seems Tonks wouldn't take no for an answer. Yet, the sight still made me smile softly. Draco looked up and caught my eye, sending me a small smile; I smiled back and looked down in embarrassment.
Grabbing a piece of toast and smearing it with butter, I took the chance to look around the Great hall. Pansy Parkinson seemed to be keen on burning a hole through the back of Draco's head; she glanced over at me and sneered. Bent on annoying her, I raised my goblet at her and smiled pleasantly. She glared at me and turned to the Slytherin next to her and started chatting. I smirked and took a bite of my toast.
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Tonk's POV
I may have looked immersed in my breakfast…I may even have looked asleep…
But I was alert at all times. My friends' lives and my little cousin's were at stake.
Breakfast wasn't all that enjoyable…not in a snake pit.
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Done!
Now, I added Tonk's POV, just to clarify the title...so...I know its not necessary. :P
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