Chapter 6
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Potter4Life: Thank you for the comment! I'm so glad you like it! I'd really love you to give me some more of your feedback!
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~DM~
Soon, Hermione cried herself to sleep, and Draco was stuck with her in his arms. He tried to disregard the fact that she fit perfectly. Then he spotted something peaking from her robes. It was bright yellow, like the color of mustard. Gross. He made a face. He had never tried condiments. He never ate anything that required them. He carefully pulled it from the pocket of her robes. Once he identified what it was, he gasped, and dropped it like hot metal.
Underwear. They were underwear. But not just any underwear. Male underwear. Underwear for boys. And they belonged to a Hufflepuff. As clear as daylight, there was their house badger, surrounded by that horrendous shade of yellow.
"Ok. I need some answers. There's no doubt that Hermione slept with somebody. But who? A Hufflepuff? Even Crabbe has higher standards than that! And why is she carrying this around with her? Disgusting." He glared at the piece of cclothing as he pocketed it. Settling down, Draco drifted off to sleep with the girl on his lap.
A few moments later, Hermione's eyes slowly opened. They were puffy from her tears. "Why was I crying? I can't re- oh." She sighed longingly, and reached into her pocket. She froze. "Where is it? I swear it was here before! Must have fallen out." She huffed frustrated, then nuzzled back into Draco's stomach, but then immediately remembered who this was. She stiffened, and slipped out of his embrace. Checking her watch, she saw it was 10:00am. "Malfoy should get up."
She got up, and shook him. He just flopped onto his back, still in a deep slumber. Furrowing her brow, she nudged him with her foot. Nothing. Getting on her hands and knees, she shook his shoulder vigorously. He still slept on. Giving up, she sat back down. Then she got curious. "He could have taken them. You never know. I mean, he is a Slytherin." So she scooted over to his figure, lying with his back on the stone floor. She checked his left pocket. Empty. She leaned over to reach his other pocket. Her knees were on his left side, and her hands on his right, and her chest hovered over him. As she rummaged through his pocket, Draco's eyes fluttered open.
"Nice rack, Granger" Draco said as he smirked. What? It was the truth! At that moment, Hermione pulled out a certain pair of underpants.
"Nice knickers, Malfoy" Hermione said with the bright underpants hanging from her hand. Draco paled for a second, but then turned into a sneer.
"Oh yeah. I've been meaning to ask you about that." Draco gave her a look that told her to spill.
"Ah. It's a long story" said Hermione, blushing.
"Well, I've currently have got some time to spare" responded Draco, crossing his arms.
"Let's just say it's not a story I'm comfortable in sharing with you" Hermione said, clearly upset.
"Okay, but just so you know, I'm just going to assume you've been sleeping with a Hufflepuff."
"Like I care what you think." Hermione snapped this at him, but Draco wasn't fazed.
"Not fond on sharing huh? Ok then." He then pulled out a bottle of whiskey. He popped open the cap and took a long swig. Hermione watched in distain. When Draco finished, he saw this and laughed.
"Not much of a drinker as you claim you are." Draco looked at her, asking for an answer.
"It's not that, it's just that I don't approve of people drinking away their feelings" Hermione said with her arms now crossed.
"Then there's no problem with you drinking" he said, holding the bottle in front of her. She was about to refuse, but the thought of Cedric produced a horrible feeling. Glancing at the tempting bottle, she grabbed it and took a small sip.
"That wasn't a drink, that was a drop."
"Well, I like to pace myself."
"A competition I see?"
"Bring it on, ferret."
Author's Note: As I mentioned in one of my comments, I was considering making a fanfiction about Ron cheating on Hermione, and having Draco help her make Ron jealous. But, doing that would mean me temporarily stopping this fanfiction. Tell me what you think I should do. Remember, I respond to every comment!
