Chapter Five
Draco
It had been a very good idea to sleep with my little admirer. She was so easy to be talked into bed, and she was eager to please. It was almost stupidly simple. She hadn't been a virgin, but she was so tight she may as well have been.
But I had to go face Granger, a though that immediately killed whatever high I had. It was already 8:15. She'd probably bitch me out or try to hex me or something stupid like that. She was so predictable.
I strolled casually into the dorm, awaiting the stream of insults, only to find her drinking a cup of cocoa and sketching something in a notebook.
"Ah, finally, you made it. I left the water on in case you wanted something to drink. I figured you'd be late anyway. I have some ideas already, so if you could get settled in or whatever, we can begin."
What the fuck was this? I had been expecting feisty Granger, angry Granger, but she wasn't there at all. She even left the bloody water on in case I wanted a bloody drink! She was so fucking stupid.
"Are you just going to stand there, or… I don't know… get to work already?"
"Why don't you fight back anymore? Why don't you get angry so easily?" I asked, instantly regretting my words.
She set the sketchbook down in her lap and took a sip of her cocoa before speaking. "I faced a lot over the summer, Malfoy. Perhaps more than even you- with your sick, twisted sense of right and wrong. You're a mosquito bite more than anything. Annoying, but nothing serious."
I didn't know what to say. I just stomped into the kitchen, poured some water for tea, and plopped on the couch next to her so we could plan the damned dance.
By midnight, we had the general idea down. Instead of a regular costume party, it would be a masquerade. Instead of black and orange, it would be black and silver. Blue orbs would light the ceiling in place of the usual floating candles, and we decided a DJ-not live music- would be best for the times. We had a basic list of some of the things we needed to get, but after 3 ½ hours of planning, we just weren't quite done. We decided to take more time Thursday to get it done before heading our separate ways. She asked if I was going to use the shower before bed, and I told her no.
By the time I settled in between the new silk sheets I had put down on my bed, I heard the water running. The scent of lavender once again wafted into my room. I heard another soft moan/sigh drift in with it, and I found that I began picturing her in there, soaping up, washing the hair that was no longer un-tamable. I imagined those moans being caused by my hands or my hips…
When I snapped out of it, I felt a rather pesky bump in my boxers. I was disgusted with myself, so I decided to ignore it as a punishment to myself and so I didn't have to pay attention to how badly I wanted her beneath me…
I woke up the next morning and took a cold shower; the night before had left me feeling disgusted, and I wanted any traces of the memory scrubbed from my skin. The day was boring, with the only highlight being Quidditch practice that night. I turned down the invitation to join the team for after practice drinks and headed back to the dorm to wash away the sweat I had just worked up.
I entered and heard laughing, and it all came back to me. The day before, while we were planning for that stupid dance, Granger told me she was going to have some friends over for a study session. I wished I had remembered.
"Well, if it isn't the Golden Trio, plus another redhead? Gods, how many of you are there, Weasley?"
"Piss off, Malfoy," was the retort from Weasley.
"How original. I'm going to try to be offended… Nope, don't think that's going to work."
"We had a deal, Malfoy. I told you they'd be here with plenty of advanced notice. You have no right to piss them off like this."
"You made deals with this bastard?"
"Ron, calm down. We needed some sort of compromise since we're living together."
"I think Weasley's jealous. Pissed off I'm the one living with your girl and not you? How pathetic."
"Why you-!"
"Ron calm down," Granger said, grabbing his arm to hold him back.
"Hermione, just let him go. The asshole deserves to get his ass kicked," the other Weasley said.
"Ginny, I had hoped for more from you. Both of you, behave yourselves."
"I don't know, 'Mione. I'm on their side. Can't we just kick his ass, just once?" Potter said, malice seeping into his voice as well.
"The lot of you should just calm down. Malfoy is leaving, now, to go up to his room or wherever. We shouldn't be bothered with him."
"It looks like your friends haven't developed that apathy you have. Was the war kinder to them?"
"You bastard! We weren't tortured like she-!"
"Ronald Weasley, I will kindly ask you to shut your fucking mouth or you will be forced to leave. Malfoy, go to bed or whatever it was you were here to do. They'll be gone shortly anyway. We were just finishing up this assignment." I stood still for a moment, trying to process what I had heard, until I heard her say, almost in a whisper, "Please, Malfoy. Please leave."
I turned on my heel and marched up to my room. I stripped off my clothes and grabbed new ones to shower with. I turned the water up as hot as it would go, adding peppermint in hopes that it would help this new found headache disappear. I tried to ignore it, but eventually had to lean my head against the wall.
Granger was tortured? That would sure explain a lot…
