Draco Malfoy had some experience with waking all muzzyheaded. It was his default state, really. He was NOT expecting to wake up like that to a beautiful noon sky, screamingly blue with that Mediterranean hue. He was Definitely Not expecting to wake up to Hermione Granger leaning over him like some sort of Florence Nightingale.
Dimly, he was vaguely aware of his inner thirteen year old yelling bloody murder at the sight.
Wait, was she scolding me? Draco thought, as he struggled to sit up again.
"I don't see why you boys can't take the proper protections, if you must be so daft as to wrestle on a roof!" Hermione Granger said. "You might well have broken your wand, three countries away from a proper wandmaker."
"Erm," Harry Potter said, trying to look abashed and not thrilled that he was not the one being lectured... in the main. "I don't think either of us meant to wrestle on the roof."
Draco Malfoy said, with a growl, "He's right."
Theo showed up then, and said, "There's a reason I tend to stay on the ground, you know. It's safer down here."
Draco wanted to groan, as if he needed another person mother-henning him.
Still, he had just had a grande idea. Now if only he could make it work...
[a/n: Sorry this is so short. Exciting things coming!]
