I can't go to the Christmas ball with you. I don't know who you are.
But I can't risk telling you.
Go with the girl who makes you do your homework.
I can't.
She's already got a date?
Something like that.
Well I've got to go unpack. Talk late though yeh?
You're out of questions ;)
Funny. and Persistent Hermione decided as she unpacked her clothes and got changed - Happy to get out of the disgusting Christmas top.
"Hey Hermione I need your advi-woah." Draco stood at her door staring at her. "GET OUT!" She shouted, watching the blond boy run back out the room and into his own.
"Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Now she's going to think you're a pervert!" Draco said to himself, pacing the room. "Who thinks I'm a pervert?" His mirror asked him. Draco sighed falling back on his bed. "Not you, me. I should have knocked." The mirror chuckled. "You are kinda perverted." Draco sat up, eyebrow arched. "I wanted to check that she was alright." The mirror spoke sceptically, "Really?! Because to me, it sounded like you were spying on her." Draco stood up, walking close to the enchanted mirror, "Don't you get all moral on me now. You were the one that spied! And besides, I was trying to see if she was alright. I was... concerned." The mirror made a noise that sounded much like 'Mhmm' "She had another nightmare. You saw it. She gets them every night, I couldn't barge in there because she had silencio'd the door. She would know I was spying." He tried to explain. The mirror laughed in return, "And when she was getting changed into her night-clothes, you hardly averted your eyes." Draco smiled, "I did too. For a second anyway. You're hardly one to talk. You didn't look away either!" The mirror laughed again, "She is a fine specimen, Is she not?" Draco stood up suddenly, "Yes. She is. And she's mine so back off!" The mirror, who apparently didn't take to lightly to threats, began to taunt him. "Oh really? Because rumour has it, she belongs to Blaise..." Draco huffed and squared up to the mirror, "And you are a fool to believe rumours." The mirror laughed darkly at him. "They talk about him you know. The girls. All years. They talk about his charm, and his accent, and his devilishly handsome good looks. And do they spare a second to talk about you? No. You're yesterdays news Draco, You're past your prime. Even 'Your girl' prefers him." Draco kicked the wall next to the mirror. Before walking over to his wardrobe. I'll show you. He thought to himself.
Hermione stood outside Draco's door and knocked. "C'mon, we're going to be late for breakfast!" She said waiting. "Quit Nagging women!" He shouted back through the closed door. "Well at least I knocked!" She spat back. "I said I was -SORRY!" Draco said as he pushed open the door, not realising that Hermione was still behind it. She fell to the ground, eyes shut. "Shit! Hermione wake up" He picked her up, intending to carry her bridal style to the infirmary - but only got to the main hall before she woke up. "No you didn't!" She shouted. Draco looked puzzled, thinking back to the previous conversation. "Oh. Sorry. Are you okay? You hit your head on my door." She took a moment to look over his outfit. He was wearing a dark red shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, with a dark silver tie, and a dark grey waistcoat to match his pants. (AN: .pt/img_upload/produtos_modacessorios/470699_3_ ) She slid her hand from his chest down to his stomach, feeling how soft the material was. "Like what you see?" He asked. She shook her head, "Um. You look good Draco." He looked her over a couple of times. "You don't look to bad yourself Granger." She was wearing a casual red summer dress - despite the weather.(AN: 000/0/5623840/il_fullxfull. )
"I thought you weren't going to call me Granger ever again? Can you put me down now please?" She asked, cheeks flaming. "Oh yeh sorry. You should go to the infirmary." She shook her head. "I'll be fine." And they walked through the door to the great hall. Hermione stumbled dizzily and Draco grabbed her arm, linking it with his, in an attempt to look both casual and to help her keep her balance. They walked through the hall towards her usual spot on the Gryffindor table and sat beside her, noticing all the eyes on him. He looked good and he knew it. "Aren't you causing a scene." Ginny said spitefully opposite him. "Hermione hit her head, I'm making sure she doesn't faint. Again." Ginny glared, "Why didn't you take her to the infirmary?" Draco smiled, "She didn't want to go. She insisted and she can be very... persuasive. Especially in that dress." Ginny looked Hermione over, then did the same to Draco. "What is going on?" She asked him, noticing that Hermione and Harry were deep in conversation about a rare book that he owned or something. Draco raised an eyebrow, "What do you mean?" She looked him over then did the same to Hermione, "Is there some sort of dress code I wasn't told about?" He looked at Hermione and realised that they were wearing matching colours. "We're throwing a small party later, We hope you can attend. And dress nice." He bluffed. She looked down at her casual Jeans and T-shirt combination. "Who else is going?" He looked around the room breifly, "Harry, Theodore, Blaise and you can invite some people. Girls and Boys. Tell them to dress nice, and bring booze. I'm thinking about starting it in my common room at about 7:00 and not finishing until curfew." She chuckled lightly. "Blaise. You know Hermione likes him right? You have no shot." He scowled, "Shows what you know. Blaise is... Gay" He lied, knowing the Weaslette would inform Hermione. "Hermione has asked me to be friendly with you, I would appreciate if you did the same. I will be... Pursuing your friend and I don't care if you approve. But it would get me better chances with her if we're friends." She scowled back at him before offering her hand. "I don't approve. But it's her choice to reject you. You have a deal. We will be...friends." He shook her hand before grabbing some of the food realising it had appeared.
"You're a Slytherin." Draco continued to butter his toast, "I'm well aware thank you." This seemed to only annoy Ron. "That's the Slytherin table over there." Draco looked up adgitated. "I know that as well, thank you." Ron sat next to him. "Why are you here then?" He demanded. Draco smiled, "I decided to sit with my friends, is that okay with you?" He asked. Ron looked at Ginny, "No one here is your friend. Isn't that right Gin?" Ginny shook her head, "Wrong Ron. We're his friends." She hated having to be against her brother but he was being a child. "Hermione wants you to come to our party later. Starts at 6, bring booze, dress nice. See you then." Draco said before returning to his toast and ignoring the ginger for the rest of the meal.