Draco Malfoy wasn't clear on exactly why they were in the Great Hall, having a Great Big Sleepover with all the houses. If it was just Gryffindor Tower that had been attacked, why was everyone in here? True, it had been done by a former student (now mass murderer - and also Draco's cousin, a fact that he'd been milking this year for a dash more respect from his own House. Nothing like the idle threat that I could kill you, you know? to keep Rosier or Wilkes on their toes.*)

Still, there were benefits, apparently, to this sort of situation. With so many blankets, and so many students, it wasn't all that hard to be somewhat near the Gryffindors. In fact, as Draco Malfoy had been one of the first Slytherins to arrive (wisely not taking much in the way of baked goods), he'd positioned most of the Slytherins beside the Gryffindors.

If every year of the Gryffindor/Slytherin rivalry was as bad as his own, that would have been a phenomenally stupid decision. As it was, every other year seemed to be mostly cool, with strained relations but rarely violence. Except for the Weasley twins, who were an exception to every rule, so why not this one? Still, the Slytherins tended to simply band together enmasse, so it wasn't like anyone had a personal grudge. They had a communal grudge, but that was the sort of thing that required consensus, so it was unlikely to start a fight in the Great Hall with teachers watching.

In fact, if any teacher was to keep an eye on anyone, it would probably be Draco Malfoy. Not that it was sensible, or anything, but facts were facts - and for some reason, most of the teachers eyed all Slytherins, but especially Draco, with mistrust. Granted, it had been his decision to squeal on the Gryffindors in first year... but in his defense, DRAGON. There had been no conceivable reason, none at all, for the Gryffindors to be that stupid. To call them brave for that would imply that they had some natural-born concept of fear, which they apparently didn't possess.

Stretching out in his sleeping bag, he watched as the Gryffindor girls sat on top of theirs, his hand discretely casting a large but subtle warming charm - the type that would keep girls out of their sleeping bags longer, because "it was tooo hot under there."

Meanwhile, Draco Malfoy settled in to watch, his eyes half turned towards the ground so that people wouldn't notice that his eyes were open. He was dead certain that Blaise knew what he was doing, but he was also certain that Blaise was watching as well, if a little more openly. Even Blaise wouldn't dare to talk with Gryffindor Girls barely dressed in their underwear.

He could see their legs, for goodness sakes!

Of course, the other reason for being half rolled onto his belly was to prevent any... other awkwardness from being blatantly visible. Draco Malfoy felt a little like a lecherous old man, staring at girls who weren't aware that he was looking at them. Still, he pacified his conscience, she wouldn't want me looking anyway. Hermione's legs weren't the longest, or the slimmest, or even the curviest. But they were solidly there, and Draco Malfoy wanted to caress them, to the point where his breath ran short at even the thought. And he was (chivalrously) trying not to look at her neckline... or what lay temptingly beneath it. She wasn't wearing a corset, or a brassiere or anything (He'd noticed when she'd stretched earlier), just a simple curve hugging shift.

*These are older boys.

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