"Aww… isn't this adorable, Professor Snape?"
"It's putrid in my book."
"You always were one to discourage young love."
"If that's young love, I'd like to see what TRUE love is."
Draco's eyes opened immediately to these words. Love? Who? What? When? Where? Why? – How the HELL had this many teachers managed gathered around him at once? Draco wondered profoundly as the lot of teachers were staring at him with beady, large, and curious eyes. Draco started to sit up from his dark slumber only to find he couldn't. Why? One answer: Hermione Granger was lying atop him, her head nuzzled in his chest. Once Draco realized just who was sleeping upon him, he jumped in fright and fell to the floor with a thud, Granger on top of him. "Ouch!" He mumbled, as many chuckles were heard around the room. Hermione's eyes opened and she smiled warmly at Draco. "Granger, what are you doing on top of me?" He asked, dazed and his head fuzzy.
"She fell asleep like that." Dumbledore smiled. "As did you." Draco's eyes looked nervously around the room, afraid of exactly what each teacher was thinking in their adult porno minds.
"Well, I certainly didn't fall asleep with her on top of me." Draco sneered, catching his snappy tone and tried to butter it up as to not disturb the teachers' points of views about him. "Er… of course, I only wanted the best for her, after all. She's been through so much." He lied through his teeth, patting Granger on the head. The teachers looked satisfied. Hermione rolled off of Draco and sat next to him. "What time is it?" Draco had to ask.
"It's ten thirty A.M." Madam Hooch spoke. Draco's eyes went wide. "Don't worry, we've excused you from your classes."
"Why?" Draco asked, raising an eyebrow. "Not that I don't appreciate the sort of nice gesture… but what's the catch?"
"Must there always be a catch?" Dumbledore smiled.
"Yeah, always." Draco nodded his head.
"Well, dear boy, since you have found us out, I will say exactly what we mean for you to do. – Get some rest and relaxation. Ms. Granger will be taken off your hands immediately," Dumbledore's face became stern. "And you will not have to worry about her following you around."
"Actually, I was getting rather fond of it," Draco said sarcastically. He moved away from Granger and stood up off the floor, and to seem cunning helped her up as well. "Well, Granger. I guess this is where I say goodbye and it was… interesting saving your life. Lets not do it again sometime." He rubbed his sore bum and began to walk away, but Hermione pulled on his hand. All the teachers around him looked amused, as if they had been expecting this. "What now?" He whispered, "Look, I'm home free if you'd leave me be, Granger." He kept his voice down so only Hermione could hear, "I don't want a mudblood following me around all day, got it? – Not even you in kinky leather goodies could convince me otherwise." Hermione looked at him pleadingly. Draco rolled his eyes and shook his head. "No means no." He said loudly. "Professors, could you tell her to leave me alone?"
"I think you're quite aware of doing that yourself." Madam Pomfrey snapped, as if this were a written exam. Draco looked to all the teachers for guidance, but all they would do was stare back at him.
"Come on, Granger." He begged her. "Just let me go, alright? These people wont hurt you. They're your friends. Do you know what that is?" Hermione didn't respond, only looked down to the floor. "A friend is someone who CARES. – Obviously, that's not me. Now LET GO." He managed to pry her off and walk to the door. "You'll be JUST fine." He grumbled, and stormed out the door. With a heavy sigh he regretted being so rude to someone who had no idea what a friend was –but screw them. He had a whole day off!
FLASH! CLICK!
"Ah, damn it!" Draco wailed, his eyes now seeing dots. Collin Creevy stood behind his camera, smiling a beam of a smile. Draco raised an eyebrow and looked to the small boy out of nervousness. "Er… what was that for? Shouldn't you be following your Golden Gay Boy?" He smirked.
"Draco Malfoy – how does it feel to be a hero?" Collin asked, setting his camera to the side and pulling out a quill and a notepad. "Has your life changed at all? Do you feel any different? What made you do your daring task and save Hermione Granger, a muggle born, when everyone knows you despise them? And when you-"
"STOP WITH THE QUESTIONS!" Draco screamed. He had always wanted someone to survey him instead of the precious Potter, but not like this! Shit! This was going to get all around school! And when his friends found out… oh damn it. – He couldn't have them finding out he had saved Hermione Booklover Granger! His Slytherin pride would be ruined! World dominations plans? Down the drain. "Erm… what are you talking about?" He tried to act as if he had no idea what was going on. "I saved who?"
"Hermione Granger!" Squealed Collin, smiling brightly. "You saved her when you weren't forced to!"
"Who's this? Hermione?" Draco smirked, taking the notepad out of Collin's hands and throwing it down the hallway. "You'll not mention this to anyone, GOT IT?"
"B-But its already around the school!" Collin shrieked excitedly. Draco paled to an unhealthy color. "You're a hero! And now everyone expects you to propose to Hermione at any moment and confess your undying hidden love for her!"
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL - shit, do rumors always start like this?" Draco questioned. "Look – the woman can't even remember her own less name, let alone who I am! Or who YOU are! She can't even remember who Potter is! I DON'T have undying hidden love for the mudbl- muggle born! AND I suggest you get your facts straight before I get Crabbe and Goyle to smash your head in like a pumpkin!"
"Ooh, feisty words for a hero – modest." Collin pulled out a second notepad from his robes and began to write frantically. " 'Draco Malfoy talks about his undefined love for Hermione Granger as a memory problem…'"
"That didn't even make any sense!" Draco exclaimed. Collin smiled and bounced around like a giddy two year old. "CREEVY! I MEAN IT! You post that in your newspaper and I'll kill you!" Everyone knew Collin had started his own newspaper and had been selling them around the school for two and a half sickles a piece. Course, how you got the half a sickle was another question…
"Move out of the way Harry Potter – Draco Malfoy's my new idol!" Creevy smiled, and raced down the hall, picking his camera up in the process. Draco Malfoy looked defeated and shook his head. Almost everyone knew Collin Creevy was an open gay since the beginning of the sixth year. If word got out that Draco was Collin's new hero… Draco didn't even want to think about such matters. He took off at once down the hallways (Still in only his P.J. bottoms) to avoid any more of this 'hero talk'. He wasn't a HERO. He was only doing a common decency act of kindness! Who he ran into next was not what he wanted to deal with.
"Draco Malfoy," Pansy Parkinson, a hard faced Slytherin girl with black hair, said in a fake sweet tone. "How are you? Oh wait. Lets ask the mudblood, maybe SHE'LL know!" She took a few steps to him and examined his attire. "Nice set of abs there." She smiled. "So… did you forget something last night?"
"Erm…" Draco became tongue tied for once in his life.
"You stood me up for a mudblood, Draco. You were probably in the bathroom making out with her!" Pansy hissed. "Is that right, Malfoy? You stood me up to fuck a muggle born?"
"Wait right there, Parkinson," Draco snapped, "I would NEVER want to fuck a mudblood, let alone Granger! – I tried to owl you last night!" He lied. "But it was one of those school owls – must have gotten lost."
"I think your brain got lost." Pansy sneered. "I only wanted YOU last night-" She lowered her voice, "I even broke out the kinky whips and chains." Draco paled again. "So, you passed it all up to spend the night with a mudblood sleeping on your chest?"
"How did you hear about that?" Draco stammered, his eyes gone wide.
"Collin Creevy, Blaise Zambini, and Weasley!" Pansy spoke. "The whole school knows now, Draco. I can't be seen with someone who wants to fraternize with the lower sort. Its over."
"B-But we never got to go out!"
"And we never will – I'll see you around." Pansy pushed past Draco with a cool attitude and swayed her hips as she stormed down the hall. Draco watched her as she walked, staring low at her ass, before mouthing the word 'shit!' and punching the stonewall.
"Ever since her family got that yacht…" Draco mumbled, and headed once more down to the Slytherin Common room. No sooner had he gotten to the end of the hallway than Ron Weasley walked toward Malfoy, not paying attention to where he was going. He bombarded into Draco, both falling over on their backs. "OUCH!" Draco scowled. "Watch where you're going, Weasley."
"Ah, shut up, Malfoy." Ron rubbed his back. "I'm not in the mood for your prissy attitude."
"You never are." Draco smirked sarcastically, and stood up. Purposely he stepped on Ron's fingers as he began to walk past him. Ron, in response, grabbed Draco's feet and tripped him on his stomach. "FUCK!" Ron snickered.
"I have fast reflexes, Malfoy. Don't mess with me."
"Ah, shut it, Weaselbee. I'm not in the mood." Draco grumbled, coughing. "I bet you Granger wasn't either." There was a long silence. "Is THAT why she broke up with you?"
"You don't know what you're talking about." Ron scowled, standing up just as Draco did. Both glared at each other with pure malice.
"Oh… have I touched a nerve?" Draco laughed at Weasley. "Aww, Weasley probably wanted some action and didn't get it." Ron's whole face turned red – in embarrassment or anger Draco wasn't sure. "What's the matter? She didn't like the fact that she'd have to see how – tiny you were?" Draco smirked.
"SHUT UP, MALFOY!" Ron screamed. "YOU'RE probably the one that's tiny! Always strutting around with your air – probably compensating for something." Ron smiled and nudged down to Draco's pants. Draco raised an eyebrow and his fists narrowed.
"Look, Weasley, I KNOW you want to see – but I'm NOT THAT WAY, you prude queer!" Draco smirked and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Who said anything about looking? – Obviously Pansy Parkinson didn't want to LOOK THAT MUCH, did she?" Said Ron.
"Oh, you'll watch it, Weasley." Draco narrowed his eyes, his cheeks burning a slight pink. "You will."
"Or what?" Ron laughed. Draco smiled as he saw Crabbe and Goyle exit from the Great Hall behind Weasley.
"Oh, BOYS!" Draco smirked. Ron turned around and paled. "Weaselbee thinks he can teach me a lesson." Crabbe and Goyle walked lazily up to Draco's side, and just as Ron tried to walk away, they grabbed his shoulders. "Teach HIM a lesson, will you?" Draco laughed and walked on, but not before pinching Ron's cheek with sarcasm. That's when Draco realized – Weasley had a bruise across his left eye. Draco wouldn't have noticed it unless he had gotten in the right light (a concealer charm, no doubt.) With a hasty turn, Draco took off once more down the hallways to his Common Room.
'Weasley has a bruise? I wonder what happened to him… maybe Potter beat him up. Ha! Now that's rich. Probably because he wouldn't spoon with the Golden Boy. There's a story for you, Creevy.'
Draco was just about to reach the common room when ironically he remembered something. – His wand. He had forgotten his wand in the hospital wing… and he had the whole day off… hmm… Draco thought. Should he really waste this whole day sleeping? – With a jump Draco ran down the hallways to the Slytherin Common room and raced into his room. His four-poster bed was decorated with Slytherin colors, a few parchments lazily on the bed. He threw on some robes and his tie before smirking to himself. 'Lets go back to the scene of the crime… if everyone wants to blame this whole rape on me, I'll prove them wrong.- but first to get my wand…'