AN- I'm sooooo sorry for the wait!! I went on vacation, and didn't really have time to write this. Hmm, also, I'm thinking of starting a new story. Just a short one, a Dramione duh. Well, here's another chapter of Breaking the Skank Army. Enjoy! Ahh, Harry Potter. What brilliance. Yup, and it's all JKR's.
It was around ten o'clock at night that Draco realized he could no longer put off this visit to his Godfather. It was after curfew, but Draco wouldn't be able to sleep without ridding at least some of the burden from his conscience. He silently left the Head dorms, careful not to wake the portrait's occupants, who were currently snoozing, using each other for support.
He made it down to the dungeons without interference, and now, Draco knew he could breathe easier. Filch had, let's say bad memories, from patrolling down here. What could he say? The Slytherins liked their privacy. Malfoy walked down the corridor, past the Slytherin common room until what looked like a plain stone wall across for a pure black portrait.
Draco tapped a complex pattern on certain stones on the wall, much like getting into Diagon Alley, and it soon opened to a door. Draco muttered under his breath, "I swear, Voldemort himself would have trouble getting in here. Scratch that, he wouldn't be able to at all." Reaching for the opposite side of where the doorknob was, and next to what seemed like door hinges, Draco grasped the invisible knob, and opened the door.
Malfoy stepped into a room that had a threatening bubbling liquid filling the center, rendering the room impassable. "Uncle Sev, you obsessed hag." Malfoy continued to letting out his frustration that these obstacles were just wasting his time. Malfoy walked to the closest wall, which had a series of green buttons. He counted down to the fourth row, and six to the right, then pushed. The liquid disappeared and Draco walked through the archway. He was now in a circular room.
A voice rang out, "Where can you find all of your missing possessions?"
Draco sighed, "The last place you look."
He swung the door that appeared open, and finally stepped into his Godfather's sleeping quarters. It was a good-sized room with a desk, a blank portrait, a wardrobe teeming with black robes, a bathroom, and a bed that currently held a sleeping Severus Snape.
"Aguamenti," Draco whispered and drenched Snape, waking him up.
"Draco! What are you doing here? You mustn't sneak up on me like that!"
"I wasn't sneaking Uncle Sev. You're just a really heavy sleeper."
Although Snape would never show it, Draco knew that his Godfather secretly liked when Draco called him 'Uncle Sev'.
"Well then, what brings you here at this hour, Draco?"
"I would've been here sooner if it wasn't for your stupid trap shit." Draco grumbled.
"Hey, watch your language, and don't say that. At least I'm safe. And you know better than anyone that you could just call me through that black portrait."
That fact had absolutely slipped from Draco's mind in his haste to get there.
"Yeah, I--forgot." Draco because suddenly interested in a particular spot on the floor. 'Would Uncle Sev really understand what I'm feeling? Do I even know what I'm feeling?'
"What is eating at you, Draco?" In all of Snape's years of knowing his Godson, Snape had never seen him so…confused.
Draco took a deep breath. May as well give it a go. "Err," Draco started off strongly. "Merlin. This is hard. Come on, Draco. It's not like I'm telling him I'm getting married…" the word echoed in his head, and Draco became aware that he had said that aloud. "No! I mean.. Get a grip. Draco Malfoy. Yes, I'm a Malfoy. I'm going crazy Sev. I think I may be ill."
Severus narrowed his eyes at his Godson. "I know you, Draco. But I must admit that I have not seen you like this before. However, I may have a solution. It is a stretch. A big one. I would like you to answer some questions. Truthfully." Snape stressed the last word.
"All right. Ask away."
"Has your heart rate been steady?"
"Huh?!" the question took Draco by surprise. "Are you feeling all right?"
"Answer, Draco."
"Errm.. yes? What kind of bloody question was that?!"
"Hmm, I see that I am tackling this from the wrong angle. I guess I can be blunt then. Is she in Slytherin?"
Draco spluttered. "W-WHAT THE HELL?! Where in Merlin's name did you get that malarkey?! Never you mind, I'm leaving."
Snape sighed. "Feel free to use the faster way out." He tapped the black portrait and his Godson stepped through the open frame.
Malfoy got back to the Head dorms quickly, the portrait characters too sleepy to hassle him. He sat on the couch with a huff, and rest his head in his hands. In a matter of minutes, Draco was asleep. Around one or two o'clock, Draco, being a light sleeper, awoke courtesy of a squeaky door. Tracing the noise, the blonde could see a figure in a long scarlet night gown descending the Head girl's staircase. Rubbing his eyes, Draco made the figure out to be Hermione.
"Hermione?" he whispered, forgetting that he had trampled her spirits only hours ago. He got no response. She just kept walking. Hermione was closing in on the portrait hole. Draco didn't know what was wrong. In a flash, he remembered the last conversation he had with her. Ahh, the cold shoulder. I should… no. I mustn't apologize. It's better this way. Especially for her. She doesn't need to get tangled with the Populars. It would have been selfish of me to keep that relationship up, when they clearly didn't like it.
Hermione was now out the portrait hole. Against his better judgment, Draco followed. He kept to the shadows, so if she turned around suddenly, he wouldn't be caught. Draco heard Mrs. Norris before he saw her, and his heart leaped into his throat. It was way past curfew, and they would get in a lot of trouble. Barely thinking, he grabbed Hermione and ducked behind a suit of armor. Hermione landed on top of him in a… raunchy position.
Then did Draco notice that her breathing was even and her eyes were closed. Draco thought, half amused and half annoyed, 'She sleepwalks?!' She ended up straddling him and his hands, which had broken her fall, were in very close proximity with her cleavage. "Shit," Draco muttered after he made sure Filch and his cat were out of hearing range.
It was now that Hermione woke up. She was about to shriek, having just realized her position, and Draco quickly covered her mouth. He had forgotten his wand since he hadn't had time to get it before following the girl that now looked very close to murdering him. "Shhh, shh, shh, Hermione! I swear that it's nothing's happening like what it looks like!" Draco tried to calm the raging girl. She was trying with all her might to wriggle out of his grasp, but Quidditch had done Draco's muscles well. "You were sleepwalking and I followed, then Filch came, and I didn't want us caught!"
Glancing around and seeing no Filch, Hermione bit Draco's hand and wriggled out of his grasp. Standing up, she kicked him with as much strength as she could muster. "You jerk!" as angry as she was, Hermione tried to keep her courtesy for other sleeping houses. "How DARE you try to take advantage of me, Draco Malfoy?! And while I was asleep?! Bloody hell! After what you told me earlier tonight, I thought you wanted nothing else to do with me!! You--"
Draco cut her off, "You were sleepwalking!! And Filch came--"
"I DO NOT SLEEP WALK!!" Hermione was positively roaring now. Draco rushed up and put his hand over her mouth again, and started dragging her toward the Head dorms. Boy, did she put up a fight. Along the way, Hermione bit and scratched, her specialty was kicking. Once safely in, Hermione finally slithered out of his grasp, yelling, "UNHAND ME, YOU FIEND!!"
Draco laughed, they were safely in their dorms, Hermione just yelled a lame line, and she really was just overreacting about nothing. Hermione didn't agree. She punched Draco square in the face, sending him toppling back from the force of contact. Hermione still screamed at him, "YOU PEDOPHILE! YOU-YOU CHILD MOLESTER!! KIDNAPPER!! MAN WHORE!!"
Draco stumbled to a standing position, all traces of laughing gone. As calmly as he could, he stated, "You have to believe that nothing happ--"
"Yeah! Because I woke up!!" At least she wasn't yelling anymore. "Arghh!! I'm going to the Headmaster!!"
Hermione sprinted out of the room with Draco hot on her heels. Although Draco had muscle, Hermione has the upper hand in running. Once in the Headmaster's corridor, Hermione screeched, "SUGAR QUILLS!!" The gargoyles sprang apart in time so Hermione nor Draco had to slow down. With a bit of a lead, Hermione rushed through the door without knocking and tried to close it behind her. That's where Draco's muscles came in. They both pushed, and the door creaked, threatening to break.
Draco won the battle with the door, and pushed his way into the Headmaster's office. Hermione spun around and spotted Dumbledore's wand lying on the edge of her desk, seemingly begging her to use it. Also, she spotted Dumbledore sitting, as always in his chair. As always, he seemed unsurprised, but a little concerned about what Hermione was capable of with his wand and her anger.
Hermione whipped around to Malfoy, who now treaded cautiously. She jabbed the wand out as if it were a sparring match. Angry red sparks were beginning to shoot out of the wand. Dumbledore decided to halt this madness, just in case some accidental magic were about to happen. Before Hermione knew it, the wand flew out of her hand to Dumbledore's outstretched hand. "Dammit." she muttered. Before thinking, she launched herself at him, tackling him to the ground. Draco rolled her over and pinned her arms to the ground, preventing further punches. "Arghh!" Hermione was once again, struggling against him.
Seeing as how her hands were in captive, she kicked him in the crotch and he released her. She scrambled up, but before she bestow more injuries on him, she felt herself being pulled away. Draco was howling on the ground, clutching his hurt anatomy. "Damn ho!"
Even though she was being pulled away by a spell, she shouted, "Come on! Fight me you horny ferre--" Both teens were now unable to speak, thanks to Dumbledore's nonverbal jinx. Dumbledore cast a protective charm on Malfoy, so Hermione couldn't touch him then conjured two chairs in front of his desk. "Are we done yelling, students?" the Headmaster asked quietly but sternly. Now Hermione's shame caught up with her. She turned deep crimson and couldn't bring herself to meet the Headmaster's gaze.
Both Head students nodded their heads and Dumbledore reversed the silencing spell. "Now, would one of you calmly explain this situation?" Draco and Hermione both spoke at once before being interrupted. "I said one of you." Hermione launched into her explanation and was interrupted by Draco's retelling of the story. Hermione fumed.
"Ahh, you know, Mister Malfoy and Miss Granger, no other student has caused more trouble for me yet this year than you two. I think that is quite odd considering you are both Head students." Once again, Hermione stared at the floor. "I must say, I believe Mister Malfoy's version of the story. Seeing as how you both say that Miss Granger was asleep some of this time."
"Then how do you explain the position I was in when I woke up?!" Hermione cried indignantly.
Malfoy started a bickering contest with Hermione, that both students didn't want to lose. Dumbledore silenced them, this time, without a charm. He sighed, "Miss Granger, I do have my own means of keeping an eye on you two. Remember the flowers that you were so clever to figure out? They show both of your moods at all times--"
"And not one of those moods was 'horny'?!"
Dumbledore slightly shook his head at the term. "No. Not one. Now, in all fairness, I have warned you that these fights need to stop. As I can clearly see, they haven't. Ergo, I am taking action. When you leave this office, you both will be bound together. The furthest proximity you can be from each other is about five feet. Your bounding can be compared with an invisible rubber band. If either of you exceed the area given, you will be stuck together for… well, I'm not actually sure for the amount of time. The only exception to this spell is in the Great Hall. Only because you will need to dine with your own houses."
Draco and Hermione shared looks of utter bewilderment. "I trust that you will both work out your differences, and that you will solve your problems before summer. If not, well, that is just too bad," Dumbledore finished with a childish smile and twinkling eyes.
"Err, Professor?" Hermione asked timidly, "When will the spell wear off? Will you take it off when it's time, or what?"
"No Miss Granger. I don't have that power. See, this spell is very complex. And an counter spell is not available."
"So you're trying this on us?!" Draco objected loudly.
Dumbledore dodged his outburst, "Well, you two should be heading up to bed. You still have classes to attend in a few hours."
Hermione's eyes grew wide and Draco just narrowed his at the crazy Headmaster.
"Good night, students," Dumbledore dismissed them.
Draco and Hermione rose out of their chairs and headed for the door. Walking down the stairs, Draco brushed past Hermione and walked faster. Getting too far ahead, Hermione started objecting, "Wait, Malfoy, the--"
It was too late though. Draco went out of range, and the Head students snapped together, front sides to front sides. They both squirmed, desperately trying to push away from each other. They both dragged themselves back to Dumbledore's office. Standing up and seeing them, the Headmaster just chuckled and popped a lemon drop into his mouth. After a few minutes, they separated and stood up. "Good night again, students." Dumbledore chirped cheerfully, quite pleased at his handiwork.
AN- Whoa. Pretty crazy stuff, huh? As I typed this, I was on page 7, then the word processor shut down on me and brought me all the way back to page 5! Errr, it made me pretty mad. Ahh, and the Populars. Dang, they're just so nice for me to forget, but they ARE still part of this story. Review, danke! Peace!