I had some time in quarantine and wanted to flex an old writing muscle. Nothing much happens and this isn't edited at all but hopefully it makes someone laugh. Stay safe out there.

Hermione's back was hurting, and as she rolled over and looked to the side she wasn't entirely surprised as to why. Definitely not her regular sleeping location. But very pleasant that Theo was spooning her. However, she could confirm that yes, definitely not the Gryffindor girl's dorm. She and Theo had finished up rounds and then gone to the study, spent an hour arguing over transfiguring the furniture, had a nightcap, done a lot more making out, and then fallen asleep on wide and comfortable futon they had designed. The room looked good in a Japanese Spring Avant-Garde Chic. Or whatever they'd been giggling about last night. She snuggled into her boyfriend (!) and let her mind wonder for a second before she felt him shift slightly and stretch.

"We should probably think about waking up" Theo murmured into her ear

"Oh, glad you could finally join me, you were happily snoozing"

"Trying to recuperate after you tired me out last night, you can barely keep your hands off me!"

"Cauldron calling the kettle etc."

He squeezed her tighter and then made moves to sit up, his hair so out of place and his eyes still laced with sleep. He turned his face to hers and planted a kiss on her nose

"What do you want to do today, love? We have a whole day available to us"

She thought for a moment before settling on an appropriate Saturday activity "Picnic by the lake, a couple of books, a couple of sandwiches, what do you think?"

"Sounds perfect to me" and he hauled her up to standing with him, "I'm going to have a shower, make sure there wasn't too much damage last night, and I will pick you up outside Gryffindor tower at 12 sharp? Large floppy sun hats are a requirement."

She squeezed him one last time and practically skipped to the door, blew him a kiss and headed to her actual dorm.

Draco opened his eyes to the sun and slightly nodded. Yep, this was not an ideal situation. He meant, the extracurricular activities had been top notch, matched by no other, a paragon of fooling around in school. The issue was that Ginny, who was currently lying on top of him on the shelter of a tree outside the lake, was possibly going to murder her boyfriend who was not him, and really he had just been a vehicle for her anger. But Gods was he happy to be her vehicle. So he had been lightly obsessed with her best friend for a year, but that was ancient history. He was all about Ginevra Weasley now. What a woman. What an asleep and half naked woman. Who he probably needed to wake up because if she didn't kill Harry before he found them, then Draco was concerned the boy-who-lived would make him into the boy-who-died.

"I've been awake for a little while actually"

"Just enjoying my extremely well-toned chest then?"

Ginny sighed and stood up, reaching out a hand to Malfoy who pulled himself to his feet.

"I've got to go and deal with real life now, and I need you to not make more trouble for me"

"What was last night to you, Ginny?"

"I don't know, and even if I did I couldn't say yet. You just have to let me figure this out"

"So you used me for my incredible good looks and adult talents?" He looked at her from under his eyelashes, trying to gauge her expression. He expected some level of rebuttal but she just sighed. That was promising for him! Witnessing internal conflict in women was a recurring experience for him.

"I don't know" she restated, meeting his gaze and then dropping it. "I have to go." She turned away and he caught her wrist and they made eye contact again.

"I'll be in the prefect's bathroom at 8 tonight. 8pm. Tonight. Prefects bathroom."

She nodded once and sort of smiled "Never had you down as so keen Malfoy"

He laughed and she stepped away, walking up the hill. She didn't look back. An absolute fox.

Blaise and Harry paced in a circle, bouncing ideas off each other.

Their friendship was an odd and tentative one. They weren't bosom buddies, but they had a mutual appreciation for quidditch and generally being alright chaps. It's not like Harry had had a huge amount of time to develop many hobbies during his time at Hogwarts. This was predominantly due to the whole constantly fighting the dark lord situation. Massively unfair now that he had to tackle the real world and have small talk in the office which is always aided along by interests outside of work. Anyway, it also helped that Blaise was interested in Auror work, and had done a couple of weeks' work experience at the ministry during Harry's summer placement. So quidditch and general auror-ing and a similar sense of humour. And this is why Blaise was trying to help Harry right now.

"So what is your opinion on an eye for an eye. Say, if Ginny slept with someone else, would you be able to wipe the slate clean?"

"I mean that's sort of logical, but it would depend a bit on who it was"

"Oh yeah it would have to be someone really awful, because you slept with Cho and like, everyone knows you were in love with her for about 3 years and its probably a bit of a sore spot"

"…. Can we try and stay constructive right now, Blaise? I was potentially thinking more along the lines of apologizing and begging for forgiveness, explaining it was a potion, letting her stew for a week and then we get back together with lots of hugs and etc."

"Sometimes I wonder how you won a war."

"To be fair I had so much help from so many people"

"That makes a lot of sense"

Harry kind of crouched to the ground a sat down "Its fine Blaise, she's going to dump me and then I guess I'll be "the boy who lived alone" for the rest of my life"

Blaise joined him sitting and smiled tightly "Mate, if you make one more of those boy who lived jokes today, I'm going to drown you in a cauldron"

"Noted"

"I think the best option is for me to come clean, and just accept what comes my way, Ron already punched me out, and its' not like Cho and I were subtle at the party. Thanks for the warning on the shots by the way, really helpful."

Blaise nodded again "Its probably for the best, but maybe just ask her if she wants to tell you anything first, you would be surprised how far that goes."

Professor McGonagall was sitting in her office, fingers peaked in a spindly temple.

"So Miss Parkinson, would you care to explain how you ended up herding seven Ravenclaw and Slytherin 6th years not back to their own dormitories, but outside Mr. Flich's office?"

"To be quite frank professor, I think either the stairs betrayed me."

"Would you like to provide a more professional answer that might persuade me away from giving you detention for the next two weeks?"

"I could potentially give a less professional answer.."
"Two weeks it is then. I have no doubt you will have company. You may head back to your dorm now."

"A pleasure as always professor."

"I'm sure I'll be seeing you soon, Miss Parkinson, send the next one in on your way out."

Pansy stumbled out of the office and gestured at the extremely hungover looking 6th year sitting on one of the chairs that had been placed outside the door. Honestly, it could have been worse she thought to herself. Now she just needed some damn breakfast. ASAP.