Sometimes I wonder how stupid I can be.
1. After sleeping the entire night on the ground, of course I would be sore.
2. I still have undone homework due later today.
3. Granger is going to freak out in my face because she never finished her essay, and it's my fault because I didn't wake her, and blah, blah, blah.
4. It's dawn. Whoops.
I blink, yawning quietly. The sun is just starting to come up, and I assume it's somewhere around 6:30 in the morning.
Granger's on her back with an arm over one eye. Both her knees are bent slightly, aimed at me. She's not touching me anymore, thank God, but this time I'm on my side, facing her, with my hand on the back of hers. What the hell? I pull it away slowly, frowning. I still don't understand how one of us keeps ending up touching the other.
I suppose I should wake Granger, but I'm almost afraid to. I'm not in any kind of mood to have her blow up anyplace near me.
Nevertheless, I sit up, feeling... moist. The grass is damp, and I'm assuming it drizzled last night, but not enough to wake us.
"Alright," I say out loud with a groan. I push the hair out of my face. "Granger," I mutter lazily, "you must awake from your slumber in the outdoors."
I shake her shoulder. She only moans at me, hitting my leg, not caring.
"Oh my God!" I shout, switching tactics. "You're late for class!"
She springs up suddenly, with a, "What?" She blinks. "Where am - Malfoy! What's the time?" she yells at me. "Oh, God, I still have to write -" She almost screams. "My papers! They're all wet! What the bloody hell happened?! Did we sleep out here all night? My God, why didn't you wake me up?"
"I just did, didn't I?" I rub my neck irritably.
She stuffs her things in her bag and bolts to her feet.
"Damn it," she growls, "I'm so sore..." She rolls her shoulders, cringing. She looks down at me. "Are you coming?" Granger asks impatiently.
I stand grudgingly, mumbling, "It's daybreak."
I follow her back to the castle through the courtyard, a scowl plastered on my features.
By now, you may be wondering; why, Draco, where's your normal witty self? You haven't insulted anyone nearly as much as you normally do.
Well, it's morning.
Oh, you mean in general?
It's true.
Wait, you want an answer as to why I'm lacking my normal amount of clever retorts and derogatory tell-offs?
Sorry.
Don't have one.
Granger pushes through doors I would've assumed to be locked, and continues through various doors and corridors while I trail her absently. I'm not really paying attention to my surroundings; it's too early to be alert and I just woke up.
The next thing I know, Granger's mumbling something and climbing through an odd hole in the wall. This is when I actually look up from my feet.
I lean through, crossing my arms and shrugging.
"The Gryffindor common room?" I assume with a smirk.
"You'll return to the Slytherin pit from which you came, now," she says, putting a hand on a jutting hip. She sends me a glare when I start to climb through, curious.
Her free hand shoots forward to push me out. I tumble awkwardly away, grabbing the hand that so rudely pushed my chest in my quest for balance. I pull her with me, but she only comes halfway out.
"Oh," she huffs, the breath being knocked out of her. "Malfoy!" she hisses in hushed tones.
"What?" I ask, matching her tone, "I just wanted to see -"
"You're not getting in my common room! And it's not the Gryffindor common room, either. It's the dorms and common room shared by the other Head Girls and Boys."
"Wait, as in all the houses' Head Boys and Girls share the same common room?"
"Yes! Unity of -"
"Yeah, yeah, blah, blah, I get it. Can't I just -"
"If you think you're getting in, Ferret, I can assure you, you're wrong.
"Who's Slytherin Head -"
"It doesn't matter, you -"
" - have to stay out, I -"
" - get it. I get that you get it, Malfoy, you don't have to keep -"
" - saying it? I think I do. I mean, I don't want to confuse the little -"
" - Mudblood?" she hisses, and it just sounds wrong coming from her mouth. "I hope you know what you're saying. Don't have a thought in the pretty little not-Head-Boy mind, do you Drake?"
"Don't call me that! You're so predictable."
"I don't believe I've ever called you Drake before. And so're you! How else would I have been able to finish all those half-wit sentience of yours?"
I raise an eyebrow.
She narrows her eyes at me, and a second later, I'm darting through her precious portrait hole.
"Hey!" she screeches, grabbing at me, but missing.
I flop down on one of the couches. I cross my ankles casually, placing my hands behind my head.
"This is much better than what's in the Slytherin common room," I say as Granger stomps over to me. "How did that happen?"
"Get out, Malfoy," she seethes with a clenched jaw.
"Maybe later," I shrug one shoulder.
Apparently, her desire to complete her homework is greater than the one telling her to kick me the hell out of her "I'm a big Head Girl now" common room, because she only huffs a groan at me before shuffling to the little work table in the corner of the room.
This leaves me in a bit of a spot, because my homework is still on my mind, nagging at me to get it done, but I still want to aggravate Granger. Eh. I'll do the work at breakfast.
She's scribbling ferociously, and is dripping and flicking ink all over the table. It looks like she's trying to copy what she had on the crinkly and damp-ish paper that originally begun her essay onto a fresh piece of parchment.
I'm snickering at the fact that it looks like Granger's lion mane has grown a size or two with stress, when the breath is being suddenly knocked out of me. I let out an odd croak, and yell, "You're fifty pound orange thing is smothering me!"
"Good Crookshanks." There's more than a hint of amusement in Granger's voice.
"Good God, what do you feed it?" I push the cat to the floor and hastily sit up. The ugly fluffball just hops with surprising ease back onto the couch next to me. "I didn't know you still had the damn cat," I grumble. It rubs against me, purring. I know I'm irresistible, but still. It's getting hair all over the wrinkled clothes I slept in.
"He lived with my parents last year," Granger says simply, not looking up from her work.
The orange thing crawls into my lap.
"Ow! Bad thing! Sharp claws!"
It looks up and licks my face.
I shout, pushing the cat away. "Disgusting."
Granger chuckles. "Found a friend, Crookshanks? Don't know what you see in him, but as long as he's freaking out..."
"Granger! Get this off of me! There are cat hairs all over my black pants."
"So go and change, Ferret."
"There is a thing on top of me, in case you haven't noticed!"
"Such a wimp. He's a cat. Push him off. Stand up."
"I don't want it to defile my flawless face with its claws," I say in a fit of vanity.
"You don't need an ego-boost, I see," she grumbles. She looks over her shoulder and calls the thing's name. It jumps off me, and the damn claws pierce through my pants and poke my legs. I wince, standing up.
"I'm leaving," I announce gloomily.
"Finally."
I glare at the back of Granger's head, then leave. I make my way back to the Slytherin dorms, planning on first changing my clothes and making myself look socially acceptable, then getting to the no as important homework. I sigh. Homework.
I absentmindedly nibble on the food in front of me, only half listening as Blaise Zabini talks to me about... well, something. I'm not sure.
All I can focus on is the brown-eyed girl who keeps glancing at me. She's sitting with her back to me, but she's glanced over her shoulder at me at least six times since dinner started. Most of the time with an annoyed look, but hey, she's still looking at me.
I sigh a, "What?" to Blaise, ripping my attention from Granger. I feign a slight bit of interest in what Blaise is say, agitated that the girl doesn't stray from the front of my mind.
I'm still picking at my food with my fork when Blaise says, "Wow, mate. Just, wow."
"What?" I question like I'm being accused.
"I have never, repeat never," Blaise emphasized, "seen you this quiet for so long. You..." He points a finger that is, in fact, very accusing. "You have something up. What is it?"
I answer with a glare and, "I'm sorry, I don't recall signing over the ownership of my business to you."
He laughs. "Touchy today."
"People are irritating creations," I grumble.
"Okay, who is it, then?"
I raise my eyebrows, looking at him. "Excuse me?"
Blaise mirrors my expression, but still has an aggravating smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "With what you just said about people being "irritating creations", you can't expect me not to ask who has you annoyed."
"Right now? You."
"You know what I mean, Drake."
"Don't..." I raise a hand, taking a breath. "Don't call me that." She called me that. She is an idiot. She's... looking at me again. I send her a look that hopefully gets across the "What. The. Bloody. Hell. Do. You. Keep. Looking. At. Me. For?!" I'm trying to convey.
Blaise notices the little exchange of scowls between Granger and I.
He leans back in his chair so it's balancing on the two back legs only, smirking at me with a knowing look. My mood is steadily declining, and I can't do anything but try to shoot daggers of highest quality at Blaise with my eyes.
Blaise wiggles his eyebrows teasingly, and I'm beginning to worry just what he's thinking.
"What?" I hiss.
"Already feuding with the last of the Golden Trio left at Hogwarts? What is it this time?"
"Her bloody cat is in love with me," I mumble, not being able to think of a better excuse.
"All right, sure. That's all that's got you bothered." I hate his sarcasm.
"I broke into her Head Girl common room." I shrug. "Nice furniture."
"How'd you get in?"
"I was following her, and she knew full well I was, and I was able to get by her. Not all that good at defense when she's not using her wand."
Blaise rolls his eyes. "That's all?"
"I dunno! I mean, she was under my lazy tree and expected me to watch her bloody papers when she went to the bloody library." I was starting to rant. "I fell asleep and the wind took her papers a few feet away so she started yelling at me. You don't leave a man under his lazy tree surrounded by homework and expect him not to fall asleep. And then she starts ranting to me of all people just because I was thereabout all her shitty problems. Of course I fall asleep again, but I wake up in the morning under the tree and with her next to me, also sleeping. She freaked out because she still had undone homework, and I should've woken her up and -" I stop with a groan. "I think she sent that orange thing after me just to spite me."
"And that's it." It's not a question.
"As far as I know," I mumble.
"You have the hots for her, don't you?"
"No!" I shout, and some eyes glance in my direction.
"You do." I want to strangle Zabini until that smug little "you-know-I'm-right-and-you-won't-admit-it" look falls right off his damn face.
"I obviously don't," I say, sounding threateningly calm. I stand and walk out of the Great Hall, done with Blaise and his prying, and done with Granger.
Well, then.
I'm itching to get to some actual Dramione stuff, but that doesn't come for at least a few more chapters yet. I feel like I have to be so formal here and I don't know why... WHY? I don't have to be... No, I don't... So I'll just... End it... Like, here... And then go look at more Doctor Who stuff. Yup. That might work.
Anywho, thanks to anyone who favorites or follows (or both). I have this whole freak out moment (in my head if others are around, but when I'm alone...) whenever I get an email saying I have another follower for this story or someone who's favorited. It's just the most awesomesausebrilliant feeling this the whole frigging UNIVERSE. So thanks for that.
I am LOVING writing in Draco's point of view, and I don't know why. It's just FUN. I originally started this in third person and in past tense, but then I wrote that little one shot in Draco's POV and in first person and enjoyed it so much, I decided to go back and change this.
I want to say more, but my mind was just drained by some completely horrid math problems I had pretty much no comprehension of, so I'm drawing up blank.
SO, I'm just gonna stop talking and let you get on with your life if you haven't already given up on this pathetic little author's note... Heheh.
*OMG, I feel so awkward* *this is my first time trying to write an author's note-y-thing-y-ma-bob-by, and I feel so weeeeeiiirddddddd*