Chapter 4
After he and Hermione spoke for a while about some of their favorite books and theories, they both had Astronomy. They were scolded quite a bit by the tired professor, they had been whispering to each other, continuing an argument Draco started earlier;
“No way, Draco. Joe absolutely convinced him! Would you want to go back to a wretched place where you barely escaped with your life?” Hermione whispered to Draco from behind her telescope.
“You’re right, I wouldn’t. But, Ludlow totally wanted to go back, even if it was slightly. He was curious, even though he was afraid.” Draco responded.
“Actually, he-” Hermione could not finish.
“Mr. Malfoy, Ms. Granger, please be quiet, ” The professor hissed, the purple bags under her eyes alarming. It would be expected with teaching astronomy all day and then so late into the night.
“Sorry,” the two of them muttered, both upset that they could not finish giving their opinions.
When the class was released, it was about 2 AM. Draco didn’t really mind, he rarely slept these days. Hermione seemed to be right with him. The two were still energetically continuing their previous conversations.
They aimlessly walked the corridors, and with their combined expertise in sneaking around, they were able to completely avoid both Filch and Mrs. Norris.
When they came to the entrance of the cellars, Hermione gave him a smile, and they said their goodbyes.
Once Hermione was out of sight, Draco quietly entered. He moved to the left wall, whispering the password. A door in the wall appeared, and Draco stepped back so it could swing fully open. Draco stepped inside, looking around.
The common room was deserted, apart from a crying girl frantically scratching her quill on a piece of parchment. Draco frowned. He had been in her place on more than one occasion.
Without a second thought, Draco sent a cheering charm towards her. She blinked a few times, and wiped her eyes. She took a deep breath, now writing with a deep, and non-tearful, determination. Draco smiled.
There was a sleeping figure on the couch directly across from the entrance. Draco recognized the figure as Blaise.
He had been waiting for Draco’s return. Draco rolled his eyes, a smile on his face. He pulled out his wand.
“Locomotor Blaise! ” Draco said quietly. Instantly, Blaise’s sleeping form was lifted from the couch. Draco held in his laughter, walking to their dormitory.
Draco narrowly avoided knocking Blaise’s head into the door when they entered. Draco gently directed Blaise towards his bed, lifting the charm. Blaise was released gently onto the surface of the blankets.
Draco flicked his wand and the covers pulled themselves over Blaise’s body. Draco changed out of his school robes and into some pajamas.
He climbed into bed, pulling his blankets up to his ears. Draco fell asleep soon after to the image of green eyes.