Chapter 24 : Chapter 24
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“What do you have planned for us today?” Hermione asked Draco with an excited grin, her eyes shining with anticipation.
“Nothing special, I was planning on taking you to the Astronomy tower and staying up all night there.” Draco told her with a shrug as he looked over at her.
“You really want to do that?”
“Stay up all night.”
“Why? Are you too weak to stay up all night? Do you need your beauty sleep?” He teased her as he lightly laughed.
“No, I was asking because I was worried about you. I know how much care for your beauty sleep. I just don’t want to ruin your sleeping pattern, either.” Hermione said coolly, shrugging him off as she looked down at her book.
“Is that a challenge?” Draco asked, cocking up an eyebrow as he stared at her.
“I don’t really see you as a challenge.” Hermione said, looking up and smirking at him. “I apologize.”
Draco scoffed and shook his head as he leaned back in his chair. “I’ll make sure you regret saying that to me.” He told her as he stretched.
“It’s the other way around, Draco.”
“We’ll see about that.” Draco told her as he leaned in towards her, placing his elbows on the table.
“Don’t go crying to Zabini when you lose.”
“I won’t be the one crying.”
“Are you certain?” Hermione asked as she shot up her eyebrows.
“Well, it’s nice to know you have the confidence . . . and pride. I just hope your pride will hold up even when you lose to me.”
“Let’s make a bet.” Draco said as he stared at her with a small glare.
Hermione rolled her soft coffee bean eyes and groaned. “Another bet? I feel like our relationship is solely based on bets.” She complained as she lowered her gaze on him.
“That’s what keeps this relationship fun.” He told her with a wink and let out a deep breath, pondering on the punishment for a minute or two. He snapped his fingers and smirked. “The winner gets to draw on the loser’s face.”
“With a sharpie.” Hermione added and saw that she had lost him there. “It’s this muggle marker . . . it’s hard to get off. I have a few in my room so we’ll use that.” She said with a mischievous beam. “Deal?” She asked as she stuck out her hand.
“Deal.” Draco shook hands with Hermione with a competitive stare. “This is going to be a fun night.”
“It sure will be.” She said as she got up, closing the book and placing it on the bookshelf. “Prepare to be mortified in front of the whole school—well, what’s left of it at least.” She said as she left the library first, booming with laughter.
“I won’t be the one—ah, forget. She’s never going to listen to me.” He said with a small groan as he quickly jogged over to Hermione.
Back in the right corner of the library, Ginny and Blaise dropped their books from their faces and groaned. “I thought they’d never leave!” Ginny complained as she looked around the place. “Seriously, they need to stop coming to the library.”
“Well, now that the coast is clear . . . it’s time for another round of—“
“Yes, I know.” She snapped at him with angry eyes. “You’ve been mentioning it for the past, oh I don’t know, DAY!” She yelled at him angrily receiving a few glare from the students in the library. She glared right back at the people and sighed, nodding her head. “Sorry.” She apologized and shot daggers at Zabini. “If we don’t even find a lead on whom it is that’s working for Parkinson by tonight, I will personally hex you to oblivion and that is a promise.” She told him in a low, dangerous whisper as she got up, walking over to the other back corner.
Blaise stayed put in the same spot and pressed his lips into a thin line. “Damn woman . . . why is she so scary sometimes.” He complained, muttering under his breath as he took a seat. He grabbed a peculiar green book that looked a century old off the shelf and looked at it to see a few holes in the cover. “Wow, what happened to this one?” He shook his head and shrugged. He opened it when suddenly; a note fell out of it. He furrowed his eyebrows and reached for it. “Will this be a clue . . ?” He asked himself, his eyes widening as he opened the note to read it, only to realize it was just a paper full of gossiping made by some girls. He let out a frustrated groan and crumbled it up, throwing it aside angrily. “Who the hell is the one putting us in this wild hippogriff chase?” Blaise threw his hands up in the air, full of aggravation and resentment.
“Keep it down there.” A voice hissed as he felt someone slap him upside the head with a book. “Do you want to get our cover blown, you idiot.”
Blaise rubbed the back of his head and sighed, looking over to see a fuming red head. “A man has to let it out sometimes.”
“Yeah, I respect that—oh, wait, I don’t. I can’t afford for your miniscule guy pride to get in my way of finding the freaking culprit, alright? Now, get back to work or I will send another book flying up your face.” She threatened in a low whisper. “Damn, you are so lucky we’re in the library all the time. I would’ve half killed you by now if we weren’t.” She said and walked off with a grunt. “Damn libraries and their damn rules.” She grumbled under her breath, dragging her feet back to her spot.
. . . . . .
“Hmm, season?” Hermione asked as she looked over at him.
“Winter.” Draco answered immediately as a small smirk climbed itself onto his lips. “Weather?”
“Rain.” She replied back with a smile as she looked down at her hands. “Month?”
“Oh, let me think about this one.” Draco said, knitting his eyebrows together, pondering on the question for a few more seconds. “December.” He told her with a grin, looking over at her.
“Oh, I wonder why.” She told him flirtatiously as she put her hand down on the table, tapping her fingernails impatiently against it. “Subject?”
“Muggle studies, of course!” He exclaimed as he shrugged his shoulders.
“Now, you’re just making fun of me. Ha-ha.” Hermione told him as she lightly slapped his shoulder. “Enough with the teasing now.”
“Couldn’t help myself, it won’t happen again, though. I promise.” He said and placed his hand down on the table as well, subconsciously drawing shapes on the table with a finger. “Potions.” He told her and sighed. “Subject?”
“Charms . . . no, no. wait, I cancel that. Arithmancy is my favorite.” She said and opened her mouth to say something else when suddenly, Harry went up to them.
“Sorry to interrupt the . . . game, I was wondering if you two are aware of Ginny’s whereabouts.” Harry rubbed the back of his neck as he looked at them.
“Sorry, Harry, we haven’t seen her.” Hermione told him with a frown. “But, now that I think about it, her and Zabini have been disappearing a lot lately, haven’t they?” She asked Draco and pursed her lips. “I suppose she might be in the library? Actually, no, I doubt it. Ginny would never go into the library unless she absolutely needs to be. Besides, we were just in there over an hour ago and we didn’t see her there.” She said with a small scoff. “I’m afraid I don’t know.”
“Oh, it’s fine. I guess I’ll just have to ask Ron.” He muttered under his breath and looked at the two curiously. “What are you two playing?”
“Oh, we made up a game called, ‘Our Favorite Things’.” She responded with a coy smile.
“You two must be bored.”
“Right you are, Potter. I suppose you aren’t as obtuse and incompetent as I thought you were.” Draco immediately said as he shook his head with a smile on his head. Clearly, he was enjoying mocking Harry.
“Funny, Malfoy, real mature.” Harry frowned as he nodded his head. “I’m surprised Hermione’s still with you considering the fact that you’re such an infantile human being—sad excuse really, for a human being.”
“Look who’s mature now.” Draco retorted back with a smug grin.
“You know what I think you two need? I think a great bonding time would be real nice. Perhaps, a nice, touching heart-to-heart?” Hermione suggested as she got up, staring at the two. “I’m quite busy anyways with reading, so why don’t you two bond like real men?” She smiled at her friend with a wink and pushed him down next to Draco. “I’ll be taking my leave, but I hope you two will be friends by the time I come back for dinner. Don’t hurt each other.” She told them as she quickly dashed out of the place before either of the two boys could stop her.
“She’s gone mental.” Harry stated as he let out a deep breath, shaking his head.
“She should be locked up in St. Mungos.” Draco agreed, but quickly made a face as he cringed. “I just agreed with you on something.” He glared over at Harry with disgust. “Don’t ever do something like that again.” He warned him as he slid down the seat, making sure there was a big gap between them.
Harry’s lips lifted up a scowl as he cleared his throat. He rubbed the back of his neck apprehensively as he looked over at Draco. He ripped his refreshing pair of soft emerald marbles from the blonde beauty and licked his lips. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you, Malfoy.” He began as he swallowed hard.
Draco’s face contorted as he heard Harry speak. He slightly shivered as he waited for him to go on. This was going to be a hell of a conversation.
“You’ve been hanging out with Hermione for quite some time now . . . almost three weeks actually.”
“Don’t beat around the bush, Potter.” Draco snarled as he continued to look the other way, frowning.
“If you hurt Hermione in any way, I promise you, I will pulverize you to the ground until you’re nothing but dust.” Harry threatened Draco as he finally looked over at him with a serious face. “I haven’t been able to hang out with Hermione at all these days, so I don’t know what her feelings and thoughts are about you. But, just by looking at her face . . .” His voice trailed off as he clenched his jaw, awkwardly looking away. “She’s in love with you . . . you make her happy. I haven’t seen her like that since the war ended. Ron completely damaged her but you, the most unexpected person, comes along and fixes her.”He explained and looked at Draco, grabbing his attention. “All I’m saying is, if you truly love her and you know you’re going to hurt her . . . just stop right now. I don’t ever want to see Hermione broken like that ever. We’ll lose her again. It hurts me, her best friend, to see her go through so much pain.”
Draco looked down at the floor, blinking repeatedly. He felt the guilt slowly rise up through his bodies, ready to spread through his veins. He linked his fingers together as he placed his elbows on his knees, leaning down. “I understand.”
“Promise you what?” Draco asked as he turned his head slightly, looking over at Harry, cocking up an eyebrow.
“That you won’t hurt her.”
Draco gazed intently into those sharp, sincere olive eyes and nodded. “I promise.” He said as he glanced back down to the floor.
“You promised, so if you ever break that promise –“
“I know, I know. You’ll pulverize me to the ground until I’m nothing but dust.” Draco intervened as he lifted his head up, nodding. “I understood you the first time. I don’t need you to say it again.” He grumbled and cleared his throat.
“Glad I got that off my chest. It’s been killing me for days. I’m glad we had that talk, Malfoy.” Harry said as he immediately broke out with a relieved sigh. “Honestly, though, I believe you truly changed her . . . for the better. She’s a lot happier than she was when she was with us, which does make me a little disheartened but I’m glad she’s with someone she appreciates.” The raven hair boy said with a small grin. “I can’t believe I’m saying this but, thank you, Malfoy.”
Draco pressed his lips into a thin line and looked over to see Harry with a small grin, sticking out his hand in front of him. His sharp grey eyes looked up and down from Harry to his friendly hand gesture. He rolled his eyes as he shrugged lightly. “Thank you for allowing me to continue seeing her.” He mumbled as he shook Harry’s hand.
“I guess you got one approval from her friends—“
“I believe Weaslette approves of me, too. Make that two.” Draco said with a smug grin.
“Don’t start smiling now. You still have Ron to get through.” Harry reminded Draco with a small snicker. “You’re not going to get his approval anytime soon.”
“Are they still even friends?” Draco asked as he glanced over at Harry.
Harry grimaced and pressed his lips into a thin line, responding with a shake of his head. “They said nasty things to each other but we’ve been together since we were eleven, I think that they’ll make it. Only time will tell.” He said with a shrug, dismissing the matter. “Well, just know you made a new acquaintance today. I’m supporting you and Hermione one hundred percent, Ron will come around . . .”
“Eventually.” The two boys finished in unison and both stared at each other in shock.
“This must’ve been what Pansy was talking about back when I was at the infirmary with Blaise.” Draco mumbled to himself and a felt a shiver crawl down his spine. “Don’t ever do that again, Potter.”
“I feel the same way—“
“Don’t agree with me either.” The snake snapped at the lion and shook his head. “It’s strange and it’s not a good strange, it’s a bad strange.”
“Look, I don’t like it either—“
“Again with the agreeing, stop that. Potter, do you fancy me or some sort? Why are you—“
“Get off your high horse, Malfoy. You know what, I take it back. I’m not your acquaintance; you’re just an irritating arse.” Harry stated with an exasperated sigh, waving him off.
“If I’m an irritating arse, you’re an infuriating bastard-prick.” Draco hissed back with distaste as he crossed his arms across his chest.
“Bastard-prick? Is that really all you can come up with?” Harry asked with an incredulous laugh. “Note-to-self, Malfoy has the worst insults.”
“I see you’re writing yourself a petty little note since you have no one to share it with but with yourself. I completely understand! Who’d want to be your friend?” He insulted with a smirk as he scoffed.
Harry’s smile was immediately slapped off his face. “At least I have loyal friends. You have that entourage of yours consisting of Zabini and Parkinson, real nice.”
Draco’s face contorted as he glared at Harry. “You’re pushing it.”
“You started it.” Harry simply stated as he raised his eyebrows, pointing the blame on Draco.
“You’re the instigator!”
“You are definitely the instigator.”
“So you agree to have started it, then?” Draco asked as he raised an eyebrow.
“No, you still started it.” Harry said and rolled his eyes as Draco started to speak. “Look, you started it—end of conversation. Enough is enough, Malfoy. You seriously need to know where the line is because, frankly, you cross it too many times.” He told him with a content smile as he walked away before Draco could fight back.
“Argh, you bothersome pain in the arse.” Draco muttered under his breath as he stood up. “Those damn Gryffindors are starting to look down on me because I’ve been letting my guard down these days. That damn woman and her damn charms making me fall for her.” He complained as he walked off.
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“Ginny, where have you and Zabini been the whole day?” Hermione asked inquisitively as she looked between the two culprits.
“We, I mean, I was at the library.” Ginny said as she looked at her friend. She quickly looked away, eating her dinner. “I know what you’re thinking, what was Ginny Weasley doing at the library? Crazy, I know.” She said as she rolled her eyes playfully as she reached for a piece of bread.
Hermione quickly reached for the bread before Ginny could grab it and stared her friend down. “Ginny, look at me.” She ordered, a small smile playing on her lips.
“I was hiding from Ron and Lavender all day, okay?” Ginny finally said as she let out a restless sigh, looking at her friend with a straight face.
Hermione continued to stare at her friend for a few more seconds and gave up. She shrugged and raised an eyebrow. “I’ll buy that . . . for now.” She told her friend as she handed the redhead the bread. “What about you Zabini?” She asked as she smirked, looking up at him.
Blaise dropped his spoon and glanced at Hermione with shock. “What are you talking about?” He asked as he wiped his fingers off with the napkin. “Where’s Draco, anyway? I need to tell him his girlfriend has gone insane.”
“I’m not his girlfriend.” Hermione snapped at Zabini with a red blush spreading through her face quickly. “We’re just friends.”
Blaise and Ginny stared at each other with a scoff and laughed. “Tell me you’re joking.” Ginny stated as she shook her head.
“I-I don’t know exactly what we are. I mean, we haven’t exactly stated what we are—“
“If you two spend the whole day together and have hot snogging sessions . . .” Ginny said as she looked at her friend, wiggling her eyebrows. “I don’t know what you’re calling that but in our book, we call that dating.”
“Whatever.” Hermione gave up fighting with her friend with a groan. “We are what we are . . . whatever it may be.”
“You two are in a relationship.” Blaise said as he began to eat his pasta.
Ginny suddenly gasped as she went wide eyed as she slapped Blaise’s arm. “I have the perfect idea.”
“Me too, my idea is that you should stop abusing me!” Blaise complained as he rubbed his arm.
“What is it?” Hermione asked her friend, taking a sip of her pumpkin juice.
“On Christmas, I think Bl—Zabini and I need to get to know our best friend’s lover a little bit better.” Ginny told her friend with a wink.
Hermione’s eyes widened, suddenly spitting out the pumpkin juice in shock. “What!?” She yelled, gaining attention from the other students.
Ginny and Blaise sighed, keeping their eyes closed. “I think she likes the idea.” Blaise muttered to Ginny as they each grabbed for a napkin, wiping off the pumpkin juice that Hermione shot at them.
The curly haired brunette apologetically stared at them and bit her bottom lip. “Sorry about that, I-I didn’t mean to.” She said quietly as she lowered her head. “I wonder where Harry is.” She mumbled to herself as she placed her hand on the back of her neck, looking away from them.
“Yes, I’ve noticed that, too. Harry and Malfoy are missing.” Ginny said as she looked around, throwing her napkin aside.
“This is how Draco felt when I spit my drink on him, huh. It’s quite a shitty feeling.” Blaise said as he looked at Hermione. “On Christmas, I might give you a hard time. I’m positive you’re smart to figure out why.”
Hermione flashed a coy grin as she looked at them. “Again, sorry about that . . . it was so sudden. To be fairly honest, it was your fault, Ginny.”
Ginny frowned as she glared at her friend. “Don’t make me give Malfoy a hard time, too, because I will. Perhaps, I’ll hex him just because of you.” She warned her friend as she licked her lips.
“Alright, alright, I get it. It was my fault, I’m sorry.” Hermione said with a small laugh. “But speaking of Harry and Draco—“
Unexpectedly, Harry and Draco walked into the Great Hall, sharing a laugh as they walked beside each other. The whole room immediately froze as all heads went over in their direction.
“That was a good game, Potter.” Draco told Harry as he patted his shoulder, completely oblivious to the fact that everyone was staring.
Harry nodded and smiled. “I must admit, it was quite fun.” He said as he took a seat next to Ginny, giving her a peck on the cheek. “Hello.” He greeted her with a goofy grin.
Draco sat down next to Hermione and winked at her as he gave her a charming, irresistible grin. “How was the reading?”
The girls stared in shock as they looked at each other. “What the hell is going on?” Ginny finally asked as she stared from her boyfriend to Malfoy. It was certainly a question everybody wanted to know.
Blaise looked at the two couples sitting next to him and sighed as looked beside him to see an empty space. “Damn, I need to get a girlfriend soon.” He muttered under his breath and looked at the two boys. “What the hell happened between you two!?” He asked with a frustrated sigh, glaring at the two guys.
Draco and Harry exchanged a quick look with each other and lightly chuckled. “We went out and played a round of Quidditch . . . I suppose you can say we’re friends.” Draco said with a shrug, brushing it off. He finally realized that the place was silent and all eyes were on them. He knitted his eyebrows together as he looked at the students and teachers, telling them to carry on. Everybody immediately went back to talking and gossiping about the latest news.
Hermione lifted up an eyebrow as she looked at Draco and Harry. “Wow, you two really bonded, huh? Well, I’m very proud of you two.” She said with a happy smile.
Ginny and Blaise looked at each other with a frown, thinking the same thing.
Things got a lot more complicated now that more people were involved.
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A/N: Well, the writer’s block sure is still clinging onto me with its dear life. I had quite a lot of trouble with this chapter. I usually just go with the flow when I write a new chapter and I finish it in one bang. I don’t usually drag it out days but the last two chapters have been difficult to write. This one didn’t come out as I wanted it to, but I want update this story for you guys. I hope you liked it, nonetheless. I promise it’ll get better in the next chapter or so! I promise. As always, please leave a review and tell me what you think. I absolutely love reading them :) I’d love to chat with some of you sometimes so please feel free to ask me questions on my meet the author page or just message me on the forums. I’d be more than happy to chat with you all, answer any questions! && . . . Well, I heard the, uh, Dobby Awards are in town. –nudge nudge, wink wink- lolol I’m just kidding, but I’d really appreciate it if you voted for me. It would make me sooooooooo incredibly happy. Sorry for making this author’s note really long, thanks you for those of you who read this. :D You are all cool cats :P
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