A/N: This is my first fanfic. Any comments/ constructive criticism would be much appreciated. Enjoy!
Luna was dangling the purple teapot over the stove while staring at two painted mugs in her hand just as the door pushed open with a creak.
“Back so soon Hermione,” Luna calmly stated, “and I thought that Luke was, as you said, the best catch.”
“I said best match, not catch,” Hermione clearly enunciated while shrugging off her black cardigan. “If he was the best catch, he would’ve had gorgeous hair, eyes, and bod-“
“Do I hear someone talking about me?” Draco interrupted Hermione bursting out of the bathroom wearing lowly slung towel and shaking his wet hair about.
Hermione rolled her eyes as she kicked off her shoes and plopped down on the orange couch, “Bloody hell, why are you still here Malfoy,” giving him a pointed glare, “I thought your date started thirty minutes ago.”
“Can’t be too easy now, can I love,” smirked Draco. He strutted off to Luna’s room to change while casting a drying charm on himself.
Hermione turned to Luna, “Why does he even shower here?”
“I’m not sure, but he does strangely smell like you after his showers,” Luna said while handing Hermione the mug.
Hermione gave Luna a quizzical stare. She always seemed to stump Hermione Granger, with her peculiar observations and comments. Hermione took a sip from her mug.
“Bloody hell Luna! You did not just pour me a MUGFUL of Vodka!”
“Merlin Granger, it’s just Vodka. Judging from last weekend, I can personally attest to your penchant for alcoholic concoctions,” Draco said from the room.
“Shove it Malfoy, I’m not the one who secretly carries shots of detoxifying potions around so I don’t pass out after two shots.” Hermione gathered her long wavy chesnut hair into a ponytail.
“It was ONE time! Jeez woman, will you never let it go?” Draco exclaims looking as embarrassed as a Malfoy could ever be. Before Hermione could open her mouth, Draco burst from the room and paraded to the door, dressed in his routine black slacks and grey sweater.
“See you ladies. Time for a lovely evening with Samantha!”
“It’s Amanda!” Luna and Hermione shouted at Draco who was already down the hall.
“Vodka with Butterbeer. I figured you’d need it. Especially with Draco showering and all,” said Luna with a wink.
Hermione stared at Luna incredulously for thirty seconds before letting out a sigh and taking gulps from her mug. After three gulps, she gave Luna a tired smile as Luna also took a sip and sat down next to Hermione.
“Tell me Hermione, how was your date?”
Hermione scoffed, “A date? Please, all he did was ask me about Harry and what he was up to. Seriously, maybe if Luke was actually decent looking, I would’ve gone along with it, but I’m just so tired of it Luna.”
“I know, but you can’t blame the people for being curious.”
“Still! It’s been three years! Harry just vanished with Ginny! The postcards she sends us are nice, but don’t you think it’s time they come back?”
Luna gently patted Hermione on the shoulder, “They’ll come back when they’re ready. We just have to be patient.”
Hermione looked into her mug and shrugged, “I mean, you’re great Luna, you’re one of my best friends, and even Malfoy isn’t that bad. But I just miss them you know?”
Luna nodded in agreement, and the girls let the comfortable silence take over. It was their newly found routine. After a long day at work, Hermione at the Ministry, and Luna managing The Quibbler, the two would just sit on the ugly orange sofa and wind down. Often with an array of beverages Luna would create in the mug. After a while, Hermione quipped,
“I do not get weird when Malfoy showers."
Looking up to Hermione, Luna smiled, “Of course you don’t.”
“Ugh, why does he even shower here? He does know that it’s MY flat and MY bills!”
Despite this little outburst, Luna gave her a thoughtful gaze, “Eight times a week. Give or take a few.”
The two looked at each other for the briefest of moments and burst into a fit of giggles.
Luna put aside her mug and started braiding a portion of her dirty blonde hair, “He does have a nice body. Have you noticed?”
“The great Draco Malfoy? I do have eyes you know,” Hermione admitted with a wink.
“Well, it’s been a lovely evening Samantha, but I’m afraid it must come to an end here,” Draco graciously said as they approached his flat.
She gripped onto his arm even tighter, “Already Draco?” she purred, “but I think our evening is just beginning.”
“Yes, I’m sure that would be charming, but we both need our beauty sleep.” He peeled Samantha’s arm off with a polite smile. But when she started to flutter her oversized eyelashes with the mention of sleep, he slipped right through his door, “Separately. Goodnight Samantha.”
Draco leaned heavily against his door and waited for the inhuman whines and insults to subside. When he heard the click-clacks of her shoes fade, he took off his sweater and headed to his room. “Pasty white arse?” he muttered, “I don’t even remember her name anymore.” After changing into a grey cotton v-neck, he made his way across the hall and into his neighbor’s flat. There he saw Hermione and Luna asleep on the couch in front of the telly. He quietly shut the door and tiptoed over to them. Conjuring up a blanket, he gently moved Hermione’s head dangling on her left shoulder until her head was resting comfortably against the sofa. As always, Luna was sleeping upright, and Draco draped the blanket across their laps. Just as he was about to head towards the fridge, he jumped at the sound of Luna’s voice,
“You’re back rather soon Draco. It is only eleven, on a Saturday evening.”
“Uhh yeah, didn’t go well,” replied Draco quietly while running his hand through his hair. He turned around, anticipating more of Luna’s comments, but he was met with silence instead. “Even Luna is picking up Granger’s pesky patronizing tone,” he commented to no one in general. With a shrug, he opened the fridge, grabbed the pitcher of lemonade the three of them made a couple days ago, and reached for the cold glasses Hermione kept in there too, reserved for their lemonade. He sat down at the little wooden breakfast table and poured himself a glass. Just as he let the cold drink touch his lips, something caught his eye. “Would you look at that, another postcard from Potter,” he said nonchalantly. He set his lemonade down, casting a cooling charm around it, and picked it up to inspect it, “Ah, how they’re in Canada, how utterly sweet.”
There was Harry and Ginny, the famous couple who vanished a couple days after the war, with Mrs. Weasley’s approval of course. They were initially going to just get away for a while, but a couple months turned into a year, and a year into three years. Only the Weasleys, Hermione, Luna, and Draco knew where the couple was. This time, they were in Canada, learning the fine art of extracting sap from Maple Trees. The moving picture on the postcard had Ginny looking quite fascinated by the liquid coming out from the tree; Harry looked rather stumped trying to figure it out how it worked. There was a little note scribbled next to the picture,
Having fun in Canada.
We’re coming back soon.
We miss you guys!
Stop frowning Malfoy, we really are coming soon.
Harry and Ginny
“What a pair of gits. Saying they’re coming back in every single-“
“Talking to yourself isn’t a good sign Malfoy.”
“Merlin! Granger! When did you get over here?” Draco exclaimed as he dropped the postcard from his hand.
“You know that I’m a light sleeper. Besides, Harry and Ginny actually mentioned you. You know that they’re my best friends right?” replied Hermione as she sat down on the opposite chair.
“I know, I know! But I thought I was number one in your heart Granger. Looks like I’m going to get demoted by these pair of wankers,” mocked Draco.
“Don’t call them wankers!” Hermione furiously whispered, remembering that Luna was still asleep.
Smirking at Hermione, Draco filled another glass of lemonade and slid it towards her. After she took a big sip, she rubbed her temple and said,
“You’re going to have to meet them soon. Believe it or not, I would like for you to get along with them.”
With a sigh, Draco replied, “I will be nice, but they have to be nice too.”
“Oh Malfoy, you’re like a little boy sometimes… all the time,” Hermione chuckled.
Draco gave her an incredulous look. “Yes, yes, but this ‘little boy’ here insisted that you put one more tablespoon of sugar in the lemonade,” he took a big gulp from his glass, “and would you look at that! It tastes better, even YOU have to admit it.”
After staring at each other for a few moments, with a huff, she gave in, “Fine, it does taste better.” They both finished the lemonade and stared at the postcard between them. Hermione let out a long sigh and looked away from the picture of the happy couple. Draco crossed his arms and tilted his chair back,
“How was your date? Mine sucked, and I think yours did too.”
“Thank you for assuming the worst and I am ecstatic that your date didn’t end well,” Hermione said while mimicking his stance.
“You know what I mean Granger,” he stated while keeping steady eye contact.
Hermione looked away, “You’re right… it sucked. It sucked so bad that I said I had to go to the restroom and I just left! I can’t believe I’m saying this, but thank Merlin he’s a muggle. That means I don’t have to run into him again!”
Draco couldn’t hold back a snort, “So you just left him there? Give the man a break-“
“He told me he worked in Human Resources.”
“Goodness Granger, sure know how to pick ‘em. From what I’ve heard, those blokes are a bunch of tossers,” he said with a frown, “You could do better.”
“You ALWAYS say that, but everyone knows that I’m a workaholic and that I-"
“Let’s not do this tonight okay?” he gently said while putting his hand on her wrist. “You’re just going to go on and on about how you’ll never find a decent man, and I’m just going to tell you why you are utterly mistaken.” Draco leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss on her forehead. “So get that bushy head of yours to bed and get your beauty sleep. Merlin knows you need it.”
“Thanks, but will you ever be able to console me without insulting me in order to preserve your bad boy Slytherin façade?” Hermione asked with a tired laugh.
Draco stood from his chair and shook his head, “This is no façade Granger, it’s the real thing. Now seriously, go to bed, it’s getting late.”
Hermione rose from her chair and smiled, “Goodnight. I hope that Samantha girl doesn’t sneak her way into your room and molest you in bed.”
“That’s really funny Granger. Now I have to strengthen my wards,” groaned Draco, “Do it for me?”
“In your dreams Malfoy, now get to your room, lock the door, and sleep! I better not see you sitting at my table demanding breakfast again,” she said with an annoyed glare.
With a smirk Draco replied, “Wouldn’t dream of it,” and walked out the door quietly.
After those two were in their rooms, Luna, still on the couch smiled, “I knew it was a good idea to interview Draco,” and fell back asleep. Who knew that one interview for the Quibbler would cascade into a series of happenings that would lead this trio into an odd, but very real, friendship.