Why?
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Prompt: Reasons
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Draco jumped as he heard and felt the vibrations as the Common Room door slammed.
"Draco Malfoy!" He heard the Head Girl screech.
Pasting the trademark smirk over the grin, this was going to be fun. He spun around in his chair, "Yes dear?"
"Don't you dear me," she seethed, storming over to his chair, "Why did you tell him?"
"Who did I tell?" He asked, "And pray tell, what exactly did I tell him?"
"Ron you twit, like you didn't know what I was talking about," she fumed, "Why did you tell him I kissed you!"
"Well Herms," Draco mocked, "It's the truth, and you kissed me."
"No I didn't."
"Yes…you did."
"Not."
"Sweet Merlin, you bloody kissed me, twice!"
"Fine," Hermione whined, "But why did you have to tell Ron?"
"He was asking for it," Draco said.
"How?" Hermione scoffed, "How did Ron ask to find out that his friend kissed someone he hates? How did he do that?"
"Well," He began getting out of his chair and walking over to her, "He was having a go at me, and my 'girls'."
"Your girls?" She asked stepping back from him.
"Yes, according to the Weasel, the only girls I could possible get are the easy ones, the loose ones, and no girl that had any class at all would willingly touch me," Draco said, "Now are you one of those type of girls Hermione?" He asked quietly.
"No of course not!" She said outraged.
"Well you see why I had to clear it up with the Weasel, couldn't have him thinking that his best friend was loose. So I told him, showed him that I get girls who have some class," he said walking away.
"You think I have class," he heard her whisper, as he shut his door behind him.
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The next morning Draco was walking down to breakfast when he was ambushed. Potter and Weasel.
"Good morning chaps," he said pleasantly, "How can I help you this fine morning?"
"You can tell us what the hell you did to Hermione," Potter spat.
"What are you talking about?" He asked, bored already with the two of them, so darn predictable lately.
"She came into the common room in a real tizzy last night," Weasel spat, "And then she…"
Draco delighted in the colour Weasels' face went, "What she do?" He laughed.
"She slapped him, and yelled at him," Potter said, "Then she stormed out."
"What did she say?" He laughed.
"Something along the lines of 'I'm not loose or easy Ronald Weasley'," Potter answered, trying not to laugh.
"That's beside the point," Weasel snapped, "Why the hell did she kiss you?"
Draco sighed, "I don't know Weasley, maybe I didn't treat her like another one of the guys, or maybe I just looked too darn irresistible in the fire light. I don't know what her reasons were, she just did. Bloody hell get over it," he said, pushing past them and heading down to the hall.
"This isn't over Malfoy," the Weasel yelled after him.
"Yes it is Ronald," Hermione said, glaring at him as she was walking past them.
"Hermione…"
"Save it Ronald…"
