Chapter 30
Never Mess With a Potter!
Exams were postponed, all lessons cancelled, most of the Hogwarts students were gone the week before Professor Dumbledore's funeral.
Parvati and Padma Patil's parents picked them up the day after Dumbledore's death and my almost-death. They were among the many that were taken home.
Seamus Finnegan, however decided that he wasn't taking his mother's crap. Rumour had it that him and his mum got into a row in Hogsmeade over Seamus staying for Dumbledore's funeral, eventually, his argument swayed his mother, who booked a room in the Hog's Head for the funeral.
She had a hard time doing it, though. Many witches and wizards from around the world arrived to pay their last respects to Professor Dumbledore.
Draco's cuts had healed well, with help from me and my Essence of Dittany.
He didn't need it the night before Dumbledore's funeral, but he made me come in anyway.
"Draco," I said, rolling my eyes as he took his shirt off. "I fail to see the necessity in this. The cut on your face and neck healed, and no one will see your chest." I explained, resting a hand on his bare shoulder.
Draco huffed and looked at me with pleading eyes "Please, Spitfire?" he pleaded, wincing when I touched him. "My aunt really didn't use a dagger to cause this, she cursed me."
I blinked and felt the pain Draco went through that night, shaking it out of my head as soon as I felt it. I knew from that amount of pain that it would have still been killing him, even if he didn't show it. "Fine, just this once." I said, unscrewing the dittany bottle again and dabbing a small amount on the shoulder I had just touched.
Draco moaned again, taking a lock of my hair in his one hand and crashing my lips down on his in a heated kiss, dragging me up on top of him as I trailed my hand down to the other gash and making him moan again and pull me tightly against him. He wrenched an arm free and put his free hand in my back pocket.
"Spitfire…" Draco muttered, shuddering when I rubbed dittany into the gash in his stomach.
He growled and ripped my shirt off and tossed it aside, taking the dittany with it as I let it go.
Draco gave my hair a sharp tug, breaking the kiss and exposing my throat to him. I moaned when he rolled us over, putting him on top of me as he started making his possession known by sucking along my collarbone and kissing along the column of my throat.
"Shit, Hannah," Draco growled, tearing himself from my neck. "what you do to me…"
I never found out what I did to him, as I heard a throat being cleared from beside the bed.
"Well, I've never seen Malfoy so turned on."
Draco and I looked up to find Blaise and Goyle standing there, smirking as they caught us in the middle of one of the most passionate snogs I had ever experienced.
Draco paled and covered me up with his shirt "Hey, stop staring!" he ordered, glaring at Goyle, who was looking at me as if he had never seen me in a bra before.
"I think now the phrase 'Get a room' would suffice here." Nott said, smirking, checking me out. "Hmm, never thought the girl who lived would get so…desirable."
"Piss off, Nott, keep your eyes on your own girls!" Draco snapped as I groped around for my shirt.
"Going to share that bra, Malfoy?" Nott said, smirking at me "After you're done with her, of course, we don't want her first time interrupted by us."
I abandoned the search for my shirt and jumped off Draco in a flash, not caring that Goyle and Blaise were seeing my bra, and the closest thing to my boobs they were ever going to get.
I marched over to Nott, cornering him in the dorm, raised my fist back and punched him. Square. In. The. Face.
"Ohoho!" Goyle and Blaise shouted, high fiving each other as Draco just stared at me.
"Look here, you know it all prick!" I shouted, prodding him in the chest. "You lost your chance with me when I caught you snogging Astoria Greengrass in third year. I've moved on, Theodore Nott, and I'm with Draco now. I highly advise you move on, too, and as far away from me as you can get. Or else."
"Or else what, Potter?" Nott sneered.
I glared at him and punched him in the stomach, making him double up enough to let me look him in the eye "Or else…" I said, grinning sickeningly sweet. "they'll need Muggle forensics to identify your body when I'm done with you." I snarled, starting to turn around before smirking.
I spun back around, grabbed Nott's robe and punched him as hard as I could muster in the face again, breaking his nose.
"What was that for, you bitch!" Nott shouted, grabbing his nose.
"WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL HER, NOTT!?" Draco shouted, standing up.
"No, Draco, I've got this." I said, turning to him and making Draco stand down. I pulled Nott by the hair and threw him as hard as I could into the wall "Those were for all those girls you played with." I snarled. "Bitch." I added, spitting in his face before I started back to Draco and having another idea.
I spun right back around, took Nott by the hair again and kicked him…guess where?
I dropped Nott's hair and he screamed like a little girl, clutching his crotch as he dropped to his side. I stood over him, never feeling more alive.
"And that," I started, glaring down at him "was just for me." I said, spitting on him again as I walked back to the awestruck remainder of the Slytherin boys' dorm.
"Holy…fuck." Goyle said, gaping.
"Amazing!" Blaise shouted, slapping me across the back and making me wince "That was what it was…pure fucking amazing!"
"Where the shit did you learn to do that?" Crabbe asked, gaping as he slapped my shoulder, to my shock in a brotherly way. (Trust me, Crabbe and I couldn't stand each other, so Crabbe doing that was a big deal.)
I shrugged "I guess I learned to defend myself when I lived as a Muggle." I said, shrugging.
"That was amazing!" Draco said, picking me up and kissing me as hard as he could. "No one's ever been able to beat the crap out of Nott before, let alone snap at his comments!"
I shrugged "Just goes to show you." I said, yawning.
"What?" Crabbe and Goyle said together.
"You don't mess with a Potter." I said, smirking.
Draco smirked, wrapping his shirt around me again. "This will be the best story ever. The time Nott got his ass kicked by a girl that wasn't even his size!"
"And I didn't even use my element affinities to save my ass!" I added happily.
"You know, Potter, I underestimated you." Crabbe said, smirking at me genuinely "What d'you say we start over?" he asked, holding out a hand.
I shrugged and took Crabbe's hand, shaking it once "I don't see why not." I said.
Hell, it was what Dumbledore would've wanted, right? Stand tall in the face of Darkness, befriend your enemies blah, blah, blah.
Draco smirked, and as if he was reading my mind muttered "Exactly what he would've wanted." into my ear. "Come on, guys, it's bedtime, we got a funeral to go to tomorrow." Draco said, leading me to his bed.
The boys smirked at me and crawled into bed.
Nott stood up from where I let him drop and we locked eyes.
I smirked "Boo." I said from my place next to Draco.
Nott gave a scream and dove for the safety of his bed as Draco smiled at me, playing with a lock of my hair.
"I'm so proud of you, Hannah." he said.
"What for?" I asked, my smile fading.
"You didn't let Nott walk all over you. You beat the ever loving shit out of him, and I don't think he'll be taking anyone else's girl anytime soon." Draco explained. "I'm pretty sure one of those hockey players you love so much would be beaming at you right now."
I grinned. "Yeah, I think that Ben Thompson would be." I said, closing my eyes and snuggling into Draco's chest.
"But," Draco said, kissing my hair. "it would have been awesome to see Nott lit ablaze."
I giggled a little bit "Don't push it. There's a fine line between Girl Power and completely and utterly destroying someone." I said, nuzzling in a little closer and falling asleep, dreading the next day when I had to leave Hogwarts after the funeral.
Not to mention, leave the blond who's arms I was sleeping peacefully in.
A/N: So, how's that for Girl Power in a small package? Next chapter is Dumbledore's funeral, so...yeah. R+R beauties! :D
