I hate waiting. We'd just about rounded up the rebels and Malfoy was making himself comfortable on the other side of me. Zabini stretched to my left, leaning mostly against the cool of the wall. We were quiet for a moment as we each laid ramrod straight, but as sleep pressed harder we relaxed, Malfoy draped his arm along my waist as I cuddled into his chest,my legs intertwined with Zabini's and his head rested along the curve of my back. I wasn't sure how long we slept, but I woke to shaking. Malfoy's slender fingers clenched the blankets, his pale face was so red it was almost purple. It didn't take a genius to realize that Draco sodding Malfoy was sobbing. Gently I brushed away the pale blond lock. He stiffened.
"I won't say anything. Shh," without a second thought I pulled him into my embrace. I hadn't expected him to talk, but his actions said it all. He held onto me like I was his lifeline.
I woke around noon, wrapped around the two boys. Malfoys head rested peacefully on my chest, his tear stained face finally peaceful. Zabini's head rested against my hip, his arms wrapped around one of my legs. I didn't want to wake them, but there was no other way. A knock at the door solved that for me. Malfoys silvery grey eyes fluttered open, filled with sleepy warmth.
"Nice rack Granger," he murmured. My eyes widened in shock.
"It's a compliment Granger, don't get your knickers in a twist." They stretched simultaneously, effectively assaulting me with morning wood. I felt my face redden.
"Everyone off," I mercilessly shoved them in opposite directions. Zabini chuckled.
"It's natural Her-mi-one," savagely he ran his tongue along his lush lips. Oh bloody hell. Catching on to my odd reactions Malfoy trailed his finger absently along my thigh.
"He's right you know. It's nothing to get all worked up over. 'Mione."
I shot up. Ignoring how my shirt was too short to cover my knickers.
"I'm going to make lunch."
Their laughter filled the corridor as I stepped past a first year Gryffindor and over napping comrades. I busied my self with thoughts of last night. To be honest it went pretty well, they only seemed to have captured a couple of people, and since two out of there hadn't spoken a word to the minister we'd pretty much escaped Scot free. If Sirius escaped Azkaban then I had no doubt my friends could escape whatever wizard prison they found themselves in. I only hoped Ron wasn't being a git to Pansy. I needed the four boys to cooperate and that wouldn't happen if Ron hurt Pansy. To be honest I had no idea how I planned to get this law revoked. In muggle history there were sit ins and marches, but the wizarding world was far more barbaric. There would be bloodshed despite my best efforts.
"Look at this Draco! She can cook, she's beautiful, I say we stop fighting this law and take her for our very own."
"I dare say you're right Mr. Blaise." I was getting sick of these people appearing out of no where. A teal flare saved me the injustice of further harassment.
"Can't they wait until after we eat?" Malfoy whined.
"Her or the meal," Zabini asked. I never wished I could disappear this badly.
****Pansy
"Let me go Parkinson," Weasely purred. No matter how handsome the redhead was I wouldn't release him. I couldn't wait to be back to Draco and Blaise. The idiots got hit by a lust potion on the way out of the prison and while Potter wasn't as vocal as Weasely his smoldering eyes and crooked grin were starting to get to me. I jumped with delight as my friends (and Hermione) appeared before me.
Shit. Shit. SHIT.
There was no mistaking it.
They got it too.
"Why is Ron tied up," the Gryffindor princess snapped. Her hair always reminded me of the snakes Medusa sported when she was mad.
"Because he gets all touchy when I let him go." I told her. I studied my nails, ignoring her look of confusion.
"Touchy?"
Waving my wand at the ginger, he was released, but instead of going after the brunette like I hoped his large hands cupped my breast and his fiery hair tickled my skin.
I ignored the lady Gryffindors laughter, focusing on detaching the ginger and binding him once again.
"What happened to him," she seemed to tune out the way Blaise was looking at her and the way Draco drew circles in her hip.
"It seems as though the ministry sprayed these four with a lust potion." I sighed. Recognition crossed her face.
"I see, that's why these two have been verbally harassing me all morning." She threw a glare at the boys before waving her wand at Harry and Ron. Some of their coherence seemed to be returned and I was no longer afraid for my virtue. Harry had the decency to look embarrassed, but Weasley just shrugged and draped her arm around Grangers shoulders.
I waved my wand, but before the chant could form on my lips Draco stopped me.
"Already been done Pansy." That didn't stop him from sending a vicious glare at the Weaselbee. It seemed our little Draco was finally going to act on his crush. He and Blaise both had feelings for the bushy haired Gryffindor since the very beginning. It was almost cute if it weren't for the nasty falling out that this would inevitably happen. Poor Granger has no idea what kind of hell awaits her.
Hours later, after we'd been fed and rested, All of the major players from the Slytherin and Gryffindor teams were in the living room area.
"I don't want to start another war." Granger confessed. We all nodded in agreeance.
"We might have to 'Mione," the platinum haired boy had his eyes closed as he toyed with a tendril of hair. It was his 'thinking' pose, "and if we do then I'm ready. I didn't kill my parents just to have someone else force me to live my life a certain way."
Heavy, uncomfortable silence followed.
Hermione looked ready to burst, but Harry and Ron just looked sad. I cleared my throat.
"I agree. I'm through being controlled, daddy can eat my shorts for all I care." That broke the ice. We jumped into a conversation revolving around revolutions until I was sure Draco had fallen asleep. His head fell back, exposing his milky throat.
The door burst open and in a swirl of robes appeared Dumbledore, Snape, and McGonagall.
Damn.
