16
Draco Malfoy couldn’t remember when was the last time he’d slept so well, but now he was feeling exactly that way, covered by a soft Gryffindor blanket which smelled like vanilla and the most beautiful witch resting on his chest. He didn’t worry about anything, he wanted that moment to last forever, he wanted to live there his whole life, in a Gryffindor dorm with the brightest witch in the world.
He tried to force himself again into the realms of sleep, he couldn’t remember being this relaxed, at least not in the past ten years of his life. He opened one eye to peek at his companion. Hermione Granger looked as relaxed as he was feeling, her face in a peaceful expression, her eyes completely shut and her curls tangling over both their bodies.
He wrestled the idea of smelling her hair, soon dismissed because it was way too creepy. He gave in to sleep again. Peace didn’t last long.
They were woken up by a huge thump, the sound of an argument, but they were too asleep to figure out whose voice it was. Suddenly, the door opened and they both heard a scream.
“Mione you have to stop her!”, yelled Ronald Weasley.
Hermione and Draco looked at the door, where an utterly shocked Ronald was standing.
“You.. whore”, he mumbled.
Draco was already standing up, his clothes were on, his hair was a bit messy but other than that there was no reason to think they had slept together, at least not in that sense. If the weasel thought it, it was because he was the type of man who would do that.
“Ronald, get out of my dorm.”, replied Granger.
She didn’t complain about Weasley’s insult, nor did she explain that they hadn't in fact, been doing something naughty. She just asked him to leave.
The weasel walked in with an aggressive demeanor, his eyes showing nothing more than pure rage. “Why? Mione, why? Why him?”
“Leave, Ronald.”
“I came to ask you for help, because I have a fucking real problem with Ginevra and you’re busy meddling into the enemy’s pants.”, he said with a disgusted expression, walking until he was right in front of her.
“Leave.”, Hermione repeated once again. This time, Ron’s expression changed.
“You were drunk.”, he said and then he turned around to face Malfoy. “And you took advantage of her, she was drunk you filthy snake.”
Malfoy didn’t know whether he should laugh or explain, but he remained silent as Weasley came closer. When he looked at Hermione, her face mirrored his awkward expression.
They were sharing a confused look when something hit Draco’s stomach. Ronald had just punched him and was going in for another punch.
“Wait!”, yelled Granger trying to stop him, but it was too late. Ronald’s fists were already colliding against Draco’s face. After two or three fully forced blows, Hermione casted a perfectly executed Depulso, and Harry, who had clearly overheard the fight, got in and grabbed Ron to prevent him from fighting.
Hermione’s attention went straight to Draco, whose nose was bleeding heavily, his lips were all cut and his face was already getting purple.
“Oh my god”, she exclaimed. “I need to get you to the infirmary now.”
“I’m alright.”, he said. He wasn’t.
“You’re not.”, Hermione argued. “Your whole face is covered in blood and bruises Draco.”
He smiled, and it hurt.
Ron wasn’t over, and watching ‘his’ Mione all over ‘that predator’ only triggered him more. “What are you doing, Mione?”, he yelled, “He’s an evil snake and he’s the enemy, why are you worried about someone who took advantage of you?”
Hermione was fed up. She got up and walked towards Ron, her fist clenching.
“First, we were both drunk. Second, I invited him in. Third, we didn’t do anything. Fourth, I owe you no fucking explanations, Ronald.”, she said. “And fifth.”
Her fist clashed against Ron’s nose, probably breaking it from the force, and possibly spraining her knuckles in the process.
Draco Malfoy’s mind went all the way back to their third year and how she punched him in the face. Granger's fist hitting Wesley's nose reminded him of that moment, and all he could think of was how astonishing she looked while doing that.
He let out a gasp which Hermione heard, and as she turned around to see him, he tried to regain his composure and avoid looking like a fool in love.
Ronald Weasley got out of the dorm, yapping about how much of a whore Granger was, and of course, saying he would make sure everyone knew how much of a predator Malfoy was.
Harry got closer to Draco and offered him his hand. Malfoy, still surprised at how the tables had turned, gave in and stood up, his face almost covered in blood.
“The bastard is strong.”, he said, touching his nose. It hurt like hell.
“Well, he’s Gryffindor’s keeper”, said Harry, “and he works out three times a week.”
Hermione interrupted their talk and grabbed Draco’s hand. “Let’s get you to the infirmary, I can’t risk you bleeding out to death.”
He laughed. “Or having a crooked nose.”
Ronald Weasley went straight to the bathroom, where he washed his face. Noticing his nose, he kept complaining. Seamus Finnegan entered the bathroom, after hearing about the fight, he wanted to see how Ron was.
“Mate, you’re bleeding.”, he said.
“Not in the mood Seamus.”
“Listen, I need to tell you something.”, he said. Ronald’s attention was certainly caught when Finnegan added, “It’s about Malfoy.”
He sat on a toilet seat as Finnegan began explaining that Malfoy had hurt someone’s feelings. “It appears that Pansy Parkinson can’t stand the sight of Hermione and Malfoy together. Hell, she even came to ask ‘me’ for advise on how to elaborate an explosive.”
“And?”, Ron inquired, clearly interested in learning more.
“What I’m saying is that you should meet her, and talk.”, Seamus said. “You both have exactly the same objective, I’m sure two minds work better than one.”
Ronald sent an owl to the Slytherin girls’ dorm.
“Miss Parkinson,
We both have an objective in common, related to a certain Slytherin-Gryffindor new ‘relationship’. If you wish to elaborate on a way to stop such ‘thing’, meet me at the Clock Tower, at midnight. Do not tell anyone about this.”
After Parkinson read the letter, it burned itself. She wasn’t sure who had written such thing but honestly, she needed someone on her side. Daphne was tired of hearing her ranting about Draco, Theo was on the enemy’s team and Blaise, well… Blaise didn’t give a fuck.
She went to the Clock Tower, hoping for the worst, when she saw Weasley waiting for her.
She hadn’t always despised the Weasley’s, in fact, she used to have a crush on one of Ron’s brothers, Fred. Of course, she never dared to say a single word. She was unsure if the letter was coming from Weasley or if it was a trap, so instead of approaching him, she waited alongside.
Ronald Weasley got closer. “Parkinson”, he said. He was tall, taller and bigger than Draco, and she felt a bit intimidated by his serious appearance.
“Weasley”, she replied. “Was it yours.. The letter?”
He nodded. “They’ve slept together, at the Gryffindor’s dorm.”
Pansy’s heart stopped for a second. “So, they are a thing?”
“God, I hope not.”, breathed out Weasley. “Or if they are, I hope not for too long. Finnegan said you were planning something, care to share your little project with me?”
“How do I know you’re not going to snitch on her?”, she asked unsure.
He took his wand. “Let’s make an unbreakable vow.”
They vowed not to say a word on their plans and shared ideas on how to break that ‘relationship’ whether that was, or wasn’t one.
“You’re lame at potions.”, she finally said. “And I’m not a prodigy either, but we could have so much fun with polyjuice."
He thought for a few seconds. “I’ve got some idea on how to make it, I’ve seen Mione brewing it in our second year.”
“Second year?” Parkinson was shocked. “What for?”
“To get into Slytherin’s common room, Harry and I impersonated Crabbe and Goyle, and Malfoy was so stupid he didn’t even think it was weird seeing Goyle with glasses.”
Pansy let out a small laugh. Their plan was perfect, they just needed to be careful.
Once they had finished planning, they sealed their vow and went back to their dorms.