A/N: I don't really have much else to say except that with school starting, updates will take longer. Apologizes!
So for once, we shall be getting to the story a lot quicker today. Enjoy!
Draco had one of the best sleeps in a while, despite the firm couch and the thin blankets.
He woke at six in the morning, his eyes scanning the ceiling, and his face still smiling from last night. Despite the dire situation he was currently in, even the smallest things made it better, although he wouldn't consider a date with Hermione Granger small.
But then a flashing thought passed through his head. "You'll have to spy on her too."
He got up abruptly, before groaning and scratching his head. Maybe a cup of coffee would make it better? Making his way to her kitchen, he came across a certain fluff of ginger fur.
"Merrow?" Went Crookshanks, who was licking his paws before staring straight at the annoyed Slytherin. Draco narrowed his eyes at the cat, before opening the cabinets in search of tea. When he did find some, he noticed how out of all the teas, the peach tea only had three packets compared to the green and black tea.
He chuckled, before making a cup of black coffee with some sort of muggle brand, and a cup of peach tea for the snoring brunette. Crookshanks took interest in this, for he hopped off the counter gracefully, and tangled himself around Draco's legs.
"Stop that!" He hissed. The cat looked up at him, before purring and walking off.
"He likes you," laughed Hermione. Startled, Draco gulped his coffee, before scratching his head.
"I- urm, have to go," he stuttered, dashing out of the dorms.
Hermione shook her head and glanced at the two cups on the counter. One smelt fragrently of peaches, while the other had a whisper of coffee and peppermint. She held the tea in her hands and sighed.
She was infatuated with him, and there wasn't anything she could do about it.
Draco had always liked working in the Slytherin common room. Even after earning the title of Head Boy and his own common room, there was something about the Slytherin one. Maybe it was the calming, yet mysterious atmosphere, or the lighting from the Great Lake, causing the place to shimmer, but he was partial to the place. On top of that, he did his best work there, so he never thought to find another workplace.
"Uh, excuse me?" Stuttered a small, red-haired Slytherin. He was practically shivering as his friends shoved him towards Draco as if he were a lamb to the slaughter.
"Yes?" Draco replied patiently, not looking up from his assignment. He was in a fairly good mood today, so he didn't mind entertaining a few younger people.
"Did you really shag Hermione Granger?"
Draco's head shot up from his homework and his jaw almost broke when he heard that. "What?"
"Well, there were pictures and-"
"Yo mate!" Blaise exclaimed nervously. He shooed the small crowd of kids away, and pulled a chair to sit near Draco. Draco had never been this annoyed, especially at his friend. He was getting quite ready to hear what those rascals had to say, but of course he couldn't.
"What the fuck are these children talking about?" Draco questioned, causing Blaise to furrow his brows.
"Wait, so you don't know?" The Italian asked, surprised.
"Blaise," Draco began. "What. The. Fuck. Is. Going. On?"
"Well, for starters, it's about you."
"No shit, I thought it was about the Giant Squid!"
"I mean, that's another way to refer to yourself," Blaise laughed.
"Just get to the point!" Draco shouted, scaring a few people still in the room. This included Blaise, who was now pressed against his chair firmly. If he had pressed any harder, he might have punctured a hole through it.
"There are pictures in the Great Hall. Pictures of you coming out of Granger's room with your shirt not even buttoned. Mate, even if you did shag her, you should be more discrete about it!"
Draco stared at him blankly with his mouth agape. "Excuse me?"
"Did you sleep with Granger?' Blaise queried.
"No! Of course not!" He blurted.
"The rumor is that Granger got you to sleep with her, took some pictures, and posted them for revenge. I personally don't believe it but, hey, anything can happen."
Draco bore holes into his mate's head with a stare. "Are you fucking kidding me?"
"Well, that doesn't matter," Blaise quickly blurted, laughing weakly. "You should just head down to the Great Hall and take a look yourself."
After finishing Care of Magical Creatures, Hermione made her way to the Great Hall for lunch, for she had a bone to pick with Ron. She ended up being stopped by Pansy, who was wearing a large smirk that spanned from ear to ear.
"What the hell do you want, Parkinson?" Hermione scowled. She couldn't be bothered to deal with her, but for Pansy to stop her like this meant something. Something terrible.
"Well, Granger, I have some wonderful news for you," she crooed, twirling a strand of black hair around a pale finger. Pansy leaned casually against a column, a smirk embellishing her smug look.
"And? I don't have much time," Hermione huffed, getting frustrated. She gripped her textbooks tightly with one hand and her wand with the other, just in case something were to happen.
"You see, Drakie-poo has been avoiding me. Now, I wouldn't know why, but when I saw him stumble out of your dorm in a mess, I just assumed. Fitting the pieces together, I realize you are quite the sly whore," she replied, picking her nails. Her dark eyes glimmered dangerously as she stared at the Gryffindor.
"And? That's what you think, and even people born without brains are entitled to their opinions, so go on," Hermione blurted. She processed what she said, and she almost choked. Pansy glared at her, gripping her hand into a fist. She walked towards the Golden Girl, her head about to burst from anger.
"Well, I happened to take a brilliant moving picture, and Weasel's gossip helped move my story along," Pansy hummed.
"What?"
She rolled her eyes and sighed. Hermione was quite smart, but perhaps not in the way Pansy thought she was. She was simply too pure, which made this all the more fun.
"Granger, you are so fucking dim. Weasley told everyone who would listen about your secret relationship with my boyfriend, and I happen to have pictures to back it up. When Draco sees this, he'll get angry at you because a pureblood with a mudblood is a disgrace, and I'll get to comfort him."
Hermione gritted her teeth. It was one thing to insult her. Another to destroy her private life.
"You're a fucking bitch."
Pansy cackled. "I know. Have fun taking down the pictures!"
She watched the brunette run off, and she couldn't help giggling. Pansy loved having people twirled around her little finger.
Hermione had tiredly entered the Great Hall, and only Ginny and Luna were to be found, enchanting the pictures off the wall.
"Oh thank Merlin, you two are here," Hermione laughed, her breaths short from the running.
"Hermione Granger, what the hell? I thought you and Malfoy were on good terms?" Ginny barked, gripping the pictures in her hands.
"Ginny, it's not what you think. Parkinson had set this entire thing up in an attempt to get Draco back into her arms," Hermione explained.
Luna sighed. "Of course she did. I think she has a bad case of the Sacques. They've been known to cause jealousy and envy."
"Well," Ginny growled. "Whatever she has, she most definitely has a stick up her arse!"
The red-head started to get down from the bench in a mad fury, when Hermione stopped her quickly.
"Ginny, just go find Malfoy. I think he's going to misunderstand the situation, so please try calm him down at least? And no hexing," Hermione pleaded, stating the last bit sternly. Ginny pouted.
"Are you sure? I think a quick hex would serve Parkinson quite nicely."
"Ginny," Hermione warned as an eyebrow slowly rose.
'Oh alright," she acquiesced. Admitting defeat, she dashed out of the Great Hall, trying to find the Slytherin.
The two girls watched her leave, before Luna turned to Hermione. 'I believe it's just the two of us. We'd better get to work," Luna declared, smiling. She continued to charm the papers off, causing them to disappear.
Hermione could only smile back, as they both began to charm the rest of the pictures off.
Draco had found one of the vexing images in a hallway, and even he admitted that it was quite convincing with the right rumours. If it wasn't him in the picture, he would've trusted it too.
His fist closed around the photo, before catching some writing in the back. Carefully spreading the paper, he read the small message, his eyes widening.
"Hey Malfoy. I got you,
Love, Hermione."
A small growl escaped his trembling lips, as he began to tear up the photo. Draco started to trudge to the Great Hall, hoping to make it for dinner.
He dropped the pieces on the floor next to him, hoping that he could erase the stupid picture from his head.
It didn't work.
It didn't take much for Ginny to get into the Slytherin Common room. As always, Blaise would accidentally tell her the password. Most students gasped when they saw the Weasley walk into the room, but Blaise simply sat on one of the couches, unamused.
"Weasley," he hummed, his eyes scanning her livid expression.
"Where the hell is Malfoy?" She simply hissed, ignoring his staring.
"Well, the last time I checked, he was charging for the Great Hall since your best friend broke his trust," Blaise nonchalantly said.
"Zabini, I swear to Merlin, you don't know shit," Ginny snarled.
"Whoa, whoa, calm down. I'll help you find him," he sighed, getting up.
"That's more like it," she said, he voice softening. Blaise stood next to her, before looking down at the small red-head.
"So, uh, what exactly happened?"
By the time Luna and Hermione finished taking down the pictures, dinnertime had come around.
Of course, they were surrounded by harsh whispers from all the houses about the ordeal, but being around Harry Potter had taught her not to pay attention. However, the raven-haired boy wasn't eating with them, which left Hermione with Ron. Luna had tried to sit with them, but Hermione urged her not to. She did have to deal with him eventually.
Ron didn't say anything the entire hour, except when he first came in.
"Harry wants to see you in the common rooms about your... engagement," he simply stated.
Things got a little more interesting when Draco finally barged in, causing a huge disturbance in the hall. As Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape stood to stop things from getting out of hand, Professor Dumbledore simply waved his hand and summoned a bag of popcorn.
"Now, now, Minerva and Severus, things are finally getting interesting," the old man mused, smiling. The two professors looked at him as if he were a monkey, simply eating a bag of muggle snacks.
Draco grabbed Hermione's arm, and before anyone could stop him, he dragged Hermione out of the hall without a word.
A/N: So, this chapter was not good. I really don't like it, but I can't be bothered to change it, so for now, I hope you enjoy. Maybe if you like it, review and like?
Sincerely, Dramione Productions