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Halloween Holiday	By : goldhorse Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 21240 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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A shrill scream woke Draco from a restless sleep. He took a moment to catalogue his surroundings before he sat up, wand in hand and pointed out towards any possible foes. There was nothing in his room, which he was pretty sure about before he’d moved. But who… or what… was making that infernal racket. He cursed under his breath as he stuffed his feet back into his trainers and released the locking spell on the door.
The hall was pitch black. He was sick of walking around with only a lit wand for light so he cast a spell he’d learned during the war in a moment of desperation. It would give him night vision, though he’d pay for it with a headache in the morning. He didn’t care though. A little pain later was worth peace of mind now.
Nothing looked out of the ordinary, except it was tinged green, a side effect of the spell. He decided to check on Weasley first. He didn’t think his spells had failed but it would be wise to check just in case. He heard the scream again and spun in a circle, cataloging everything in sight. Now he knew it was the ghosts fucking with them, but he was wide awake. Besides, others would have heard that.
As he stalked down the hall, he was a little baffled to learn that no one else was about. Were the ghosts just messing with him then? But another shriek echoed down the hall just as he reached Weasley’s door and he heard the dull thud of the red headed oaf hitting the door and being thrown back by the wards. He rolled his eyes and blasted the door open a little harder than was necessary, pleased to see Weasley curled into a ball like a small child.
“Heard it, did you?”
Weasley narrowed his eyes. “You’re just having one on, are ya?”
“Not really,” Draco said tiredly. “I was actually having a rather nice dream. Do you need the loo?”
Weasley cocked his head. “What?”
“I know you have ears, Weaselbee. Do you need the loo?”
Weasley looked more than a little confused. Draco supposed he would be a bit confused in his shoes, but this was just an act of mercy tossed out by sheer exhaustion and boredom. There was no way he’d be falling asleep with all the racket. Too many nights he’d heard the same sounds, only coming from the living instead of the dead. He couldn’t sleep then either.
Weasley shrugged off the odd turn of events. “Erm… no… no. Snape let me go before we got up here.”
Draco merely nodded and turned to leave.
“Wait,” Weasley called. “The others. Are they okay?”
Draco snorted. “How should I know? I haven’t seen anyone.”
“Aren’t they all on this hall?”
“No telling. Night Weaselbee… and stop charging the door. You’ll break it and I guarantee my wards won’t fail.”
Draco let the door slam shut a little harder than usual. He wasn’t kidding about the wards. One learned utmost will and concentration when one lived in a house with a madman… and a mad Aunt… a whole mad family really. He wasn’t keen on having late night visitors, living or dead. Although, if a certain bushy-haired brunette were to traipse through wearing naught but her skin… His lips curled into a smirk. He’d make the exception for that. In fact, he made a note to modify the wards when he got back to his room. One could hope anyway.
“He alright?”
Draco almost jumped out of his skin when Pansy whispered in his ear. How he had somehow missed her, he’d never know. Her wand was bright enough to light up a good section of the hallway. Probably too preoccupied with visions of naked Granger. Yum. He shook his head to clear the memory and stepped back from Pansy who was inching ever closer.
“He’s fine. Idiot was trying to escape.”
“Probably thought the ghost was Granger.”
“Who knows?” he said lightly. “I’m going back to bed. Just wanted to make sure the wanker wasn’t out.”
Pansy chuckled huskily. “Wanker has a whole new meaning now.”
“Gross,” he said flatly.
“What?” she asked innocently. “I never knew Weasley was so… gifted.”
Draco saw his chance in an instant. It was a very Slytherin thought, one Salazar himself could be proud of. A few well-placed suggestions and both Pansy and Weasley would be out of his hair. And one delectable brunette would be on the market again. He almost patted himself on the back and then mentally scoffed at the un-Malfoy-like thought. Now to lay the trap.
“If you say so,” he said as lightly as possible. “I never make it a point to check out other blokes.”
He could practically feel Pansy’s blush and almost laughed in her face. She wasn’t that damned innocent, though she was pretty decent at acting it. She was just embarrassed he’d called her out on it. Time to go in for the kill.
“Although,” he said, tapering off with a hum.
“What?” Pansy asked, automatically clamping her mouth shut. Very un-Slytherin. Point one to Draco.
He sniffed. “You can’t tell me you haven’t heard them.”
“Huh?” That one was actually completely involuntary. Point two to Draco.
“Weasley isn’t that great at silencing charms. And Granger’s voice carries. Cost me my bloody sleep.”
“You’re so cranky when you don’t sleep,” Pansy huffed, another unplanned reaction. Point three to Draco.
Draco sniffed. “And you’re the bloody early bird, ey? Anyway, I bet I’ll be sleeping a lot more peacefully after that stunt. I consider it a fair trade, having to obliviate myself aside. I’m going back to bed. Night Pans.”
“Night Draco,” she said softly.
He grinned in the darkness as he padded back down the hall. She’d wait a few minutes, half an hour tops, and then she wouldn’t be able to resist. She’d be riding Weasley like a broom the rest of the night. And she’d have to not so subtly gloat about it, too. Then he could start in on Granger. He’d be accepted easier if he didn’t have to contend with the red headed git always questioning his motives. Honestly, helping a lady off the ground wasn’t cause to check for poisons. Weasley hadn’t even thought about helping her when she’d tripped over a tree root. Complete riffraff.
The wailing started when he reached the cross section of the hallway. There would be no sleeping now, not until the ghosts got tired, which meant waiting for daylight. He sighed. Great, just great. He’d have a headache to rival a hangover and be so tired he couldn’t keep his eyes open. Great way to start off on the right foot now that he had a chance.
“You sure they’re all occupied?”
Draco frowned and stopped in his tracks, straining his ears. Surely he didn’t hear Potter.
“I’m sure. I checked myself. Blaise and Daphne were going at it like nifflers but I put a sleeping spell on the door just in case. Malfoy spelled Ron in for the night and sealed himself in his own room. I couldn’t crack his wards but he won’t be up with the layers he put up.”
Draco quickly put a disillusion spell on himself and crept around the corner. He had thought it was Potter but he knew Granger’s voice. What were they up to that she’d try to crack his wards?
“You didn’t say anything about Parkinson.”
Draco frowned when he couldn’t see anyone in the hall. He wondered for a moment if his night vision spell had failed until he realized Potter still had his blasted cloak of invisibility. He’d kill for a cloak of that quality. No matter though. He’d just keep his ears trained and stay still. They weren’t using a lumos so hopefully they couldn’t see him either.
“I couldn’t find her,” Hermione growled. “But I put a spell on her door. If she goes back in, she’ll fall asleep. But I’m going to do another sweep just in case.”
“You forgot about me.”
Draco had to clamp his hand over his mouth to keep from yelling in surprise. Snape materialized out of nowhere, appearing in the middle of the hall. Draco watched as the cloak was ripped from the two teens who looked terrified. They should. Snape would hex them for disobeying and plotting. He knew. He’d been hexed the first night. Bloody release papers for traveling.
“I could never forget about you,” Potter breathed, seeming to melt under the harsh stare.
“Fool,” Snape spat. “Did you think to secure the area first?”
“Um, no,” Potter said, looking like he’d just been slapped.
“I did, Sir,” Hermione whispered. “We’re clear.”
“No, you aren’t.”
Draco cringed when Snape’s eyes landed on him. He knew the older man’s senses were sharp enough to pick up the ripples from a disillusion spell. And he knew that Snape was wearing the same night vision charm he was. He was the one that taught Draco after all. But he stayed perfectly still, hoping that he wouldn’t be ratted out. He wouldn’t tell a soul. Hell, he didn’t even give a shit if Snape was fucking Potter, so long as he didn’t get padded grades for it. And Draco knew for a fact that Snape would never alter grades, fucking or not.
But his fears were realized when Snape flicked his wand and removed the disillusion charm. Granger and Potter went on point immediately, a stunning spell on their lips when they were waved down by Snape. Draco almost asked why until he remembered he was being targeted. Best to stay quiet. He’d learned that lesson the hard way, too.
To his surprise, Snape switched to Latin and asked him a question. “Will you speak?”
Draco almost laughed. “Non.”
Snape cocked his head. “Why not?”
Still in Latin. Draco wondered if Granger understood it. But it didn’t matter if Granger did or not. Pansy was the one they had to fear. And he knew a sleeping spell on the door wouldn’t be enough to stop Blaise. So he switched to Latin as well, knowing none of his friends were fluent enough to speak it.
“Why should I?”
“You’re thoughts?”
“To each his own.”
“And?”
Draco sighed and said the thing he knew Snape wanted to hear. “I owe you.”
And Snape did nod at that. Draco owed him at least two life debts, one for killing Dumbledore and one for sparing him from the Dark Lord for his own failure to do so. He probably owed him a third for teaching him how to survive under the ranks of the Dark Lord and still another for patching him up when he fucked up. The final one was owed when he switched sides, spying for the light and earning his freedom. No one knew that part, save the Minister of Magic who pardoned him with evidence from Snape’s mind. Well, someone else knew… but Potter wasn’t talking. Not even to his friends. And Draco owed him for that, too. He couldn’t afford it to get out in the pureblood circles less they brand him a traitor and he didn’t want the scrutiny from everyone else.
“I claim one debt for your silence,” Snape said, still in Latin.
“I agree.”
It wasn’t a hard thing, after all. Hell, he owed Potter. Maybe he could kill two debts with one act, though he wasn’t that hopeful. Besides, only one faint gold light flashed signifying the agreement of payment, at least he thought it was gold. It was hard to tell with all the green.
Snape spun and drew down on Potter so quickly that Draco wanted to shove the green-eyed git out of the way. But Potter merely studied the floor like a scolded dog. Granger was smarter. She jumped out of the way and plastered herself to a wall. He applauded her self-preservation. No one should get in front of an enraged Snape.
“Once again I have cleaned up a potential mess for you, Potter. Don’t make me do it again.”
“No, Sir,” Potter whispered so emphatically that even Draco believed him. The Chosen-One really had to have loved the Potion Master to give over like that.
“Miss Granger,” Snape hissed. “You will find the stray and take care of it.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“No need,” Draco said, wanting the excuse to get the hell out of there. “I know where it is. I’ll take care of it.”
“Stop,” Snape snapped, studying him for a time. Draco squirmed, getting the distinct impression that Snape knew exactly what he was up to. “You’ll go together and then you will return to your rooms. Understood?”
“I can handle it myself,” Draco said a bit too hastily.
He was actually thinking of Granger then. Hearing Pansy’s second hand gloating and Weasley’s admittance was one thing. Seeing it for herself would be devastating. He wanted to break them up, not devastate her. He knew better than most how different hearing and seeing was. He’d seen so much he wished he hadn’t, forever tainting him.
Snape’s eyes narrowed and Draco felt the push on his mind. Out of sheer desperation, he let the man in, showing him what he’d set up. In a way, it was a good thing. It meant Weasley and Pansy would be occupied the entire night. Then again, he was being a devious little shit and as much as Snape admired that, he was quite protective over Granger. Draco had noticed that the first few days of their trip. She was holding a valuable secret, after all. The probe was short but effective. Snape already knew how much he wanted her, had even encouraged him to go for it. But had he gone too far?
“Very well,” Snape said. “Draco, take care of it. Granger, go put something a little stronger than a sleep charm on the door, if you please.”
“Oh no,” she said huffily. “I don’t know what you just said to each other, but I don’t trust him. I’ll go with him to take care of the stray and then I’ll take care of the others.”
“Miss Granger,” Snape said a little softer. “It would be wise to listen to me. You saw the light. He will obey and stay silent.”
Granger shook her head. He wanted to hex her and kiss her at the same time. She was such a damned Gryffindor, all bravado and stubbornness. If only she were his.
“Miss Granger, please,” Snape said, shocking Draco to the core. He actually cared about the little chit. It actually wasn’t that far-fetched. Who was he to talk when he’d fallen head over heels?
“No,” she said. “Whatever it is you don’t want me to see, I’ll be fine.”
“Very well,” Snape said softly. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
“I won’t,” she said. “Have a nice night.”
“Oh, we will,” Snape drawled before grabbing Potter by the arm and dragging him down the hallway.
Draco was quite glad Granger wasn’t using a lumos. She would have seen the idiotic grin on his face as he watched the lovers practically sprinting back to Snape’s room. Yes, he was happy for his mentor, even if he did fall for the Chosen One.
“No funny business, Malfoy.”
Draco snapped out of his musings and sighed before tapping himself and then her with his wand to make them melt out of sight. “Just stay quiet, no matter what.”
He felt like he was leading her to the gallows. And the sick thing was that he was practically flying at the same time because he had to hold onto her so she wouldn’t lose him. He realized by looked at her eyes that she’d used a vision charm similar to his. Only hers was like a modified torch, only showing her a few feet ahead. It wouldn’t cause a headache but it was limiting. At least she could see to get around, but still not well enough to detect the ripples of his charm.
They froze when a sudden crash sounded. It didn’t sound like it was coming from Weasley’s room. But there was no telling. He practically dragged her the rest of the way, skidding to a stop when he saw Weasley’s door ajar. Shit. How? Granger had a hold of his forearm, a reflex reaction.
A familiar head with bobbed hair popped out the door. “It’s got to be the bloody ghosts. We’ll be fine.”
He felt Granger’s fingernails dig into his arm and winced but refused to make a sound. He’d made his bed, or Weasley’s rather. Now he had to stay there and watch as they lay in it. And they didn’t have to wait long. He tiptoed closer so he could peek through the still open door. He felt Granger squeeze in underneath him to do the same.
“You didn’t seem to mind them earlier,” Pansy purred.
“Didn’t have much choice,” Weasley said glumly, absentmindedly rubbing his groin.
“I can help you with that,” she breathed, creeping closer.
“What?”
“Your bollocks must be positively aching by now.”
“Oh. OH! But-“
“Shhh,” Pansy said, putting her finger over Weasley’s mouth. “It’ll be our little secret.”
Draco was pretty sure he was bleeding now. Granger’s nails were so deep in the skin he’d probably have to get some dittany to fix it. But he’d brought this on himself. Damn him and his spying. It was almost instinctive now but he sort of wished he could have turned it off before he had gotten himself into trouble. Pansy leaned down to kiss Weasley and Draco decided that he’d had enough. He quickly spelled Pansy into the wards so she couldn’t get out until morning and forcefully pushed Granger down the hallway until they were in the cross section together.
“Now I know why you didn’t want me to see,” Hermione whispered when he stopped and removed the charms.
“Look, Granger-”
“No,” she said, holding up her hand to stop him. “No. Snape said he warned me and he did. You were just trying to keep me from hurting, though I don’t know why.”
Draco bit his tongue. The guilt of having set it up in the first place was nothing in comparison to the thought that it worked! He was actually painted as the good guy for once. He wanted to dance a jig, though he didn’t dare. He was still a Malfoy. But it did take him a good few moments to calm down enough to speak normally. He even shrugged.
“No one should have to see that.” He shuddered. That part was true. Pansy gave him nightmares to this day and he hadn’t touched her in years.
“Let’s… let’s go take care of the other two,” she said hastily, turning right down the hall and then hanging another left.
He followed her to the very end, noticing that most of the rooms on this hall looked to be occupied during the psych ward’s heyday. Every now and then he caught sight of a ghost zipping through a wall or a picture moving. The screams, wails, and moans were still present. He made another note to silence his room when he got back to it. Damn the morning wake up call. He couldn’t take much more of this. He’d made great progress after the war but he still had problems with anxiety and irrational bouts of fear. Hell, what eighteen year old wouldn’t?
“They’re in here,” she said, lifting her wand and casting a one way transparent spell at the door.
Draco cocked his head as he watched Blaise pounding into Daphne from behind. She was standing, holding on to her ankles for dear life. It was highly arousing and he cursed his cock when it started filling. But damn it was sexy.
“Still at it,” she said in a dead tone before casting a hex at the door.
Draco had to grin at her deviousness. This one would make them forget why they were leaving and have a sudden burst of lust. Very clever. He studied the room a moment and noticed that there was a loo in it. Actually, this room seemed to be set up more like a private hospital room, perhaps a recovery room. It did have a bed though, so he shrugged it off and allowed her to take down the charm. She hung her head and trudged back down the hall.
“You okay, Granger?”
She sighed and nodded. “Yeah. My room’s just two doors down. I’ll see you in the morning.”
Draco frowned. He hated to see her like this, so he trailed her. He didn’t have to go back this way. There was a hallway at the end he could have gone down to get back to his room, but he was worried about her. She seemed to have lost her spark.
“Really,” she said, reaching for her doorknob. “I’m fine.”
Draco didn’t get to say anything to that as the door was suddenly jerked out of her hand. Once again, instinct took over. He leapt in front of her and cast a demon circle, shuddering at the sheer power this one possessed. It was angry. He must have banished its partner. This one was male, muscular, built kind of like Hagrid actually. It had the same coal black eyes but he could sense its transformation into an ugly snarling beast. It wouldn’t be held long without being banished and he wasn’t willing to risk upsetting the balance even further.
“Granger, I can’t hold him,” he said as calmly as possible while still holding the spell. “I can buy us some time to get to my room. It’s already warded against demons. I take it you hadn’t done that yet.”
“Erm, no,” she said, inching further behind him. “I was busy speaking with Harry.”
“Plotting,” he corrected. “I’m going to cast a containment charm. You won’t have time to get your stuff. Make a break for the hallway, turn the opposite way of Weasley’s room. Mine is down at the end. I’ll give you a ten second head start. I’ll need to align my wards to you quickly and once we’re in, we’ll be there for a while but I don’t really see a choice. This one is sort of attached to you.”
“Why?” she squeaked.
He allowed a grim smile. “Your boyfriend got his girlfriend banished. On three, Granger. One. Two. Three.”
He tweaked the circle to where it spewed fire up to the ceiling, giving her a chance to get away without the demon seeing where. As long as Draco contained him here, he couldn’t speak with the other ghosts to find out either. He did wish he hadn’t spelled his room to his signature. If he hadn’t, he could have just apparated them in. No use wallowing now though. Her ten seconds were up. He quickly cast the strongest containment charm he could and fled. It might hold five minutes if he was lucky.
He overtook Granger about twenty feet from his room. As he passed her, he sampled her magic and then spelled it into his wards. By the time she got there, he was done. There was an unearthly howl that permeated the building just as he opened the door. A quick check for things that shouldn’t be there and he pushed her in, stepping over the threshold in time to see the demon racing towards them. He slammed the door and laced it with a fiery demon line, making sure he completed it around the room, ensuring their safety for the night.
The howl reached ear-splitting proportions and he quickly silenced the room. There. They’d be fine now. He lit his wand and put it on the nightstand so he could search through his bag. Granger wouldn’t be comfortable in those denims and that scratchy sweater. Aha. He found an undershirt and a pair of sleep pants and threw them on the bed. Then he dug around until he found a handful of candles. He lit them and extinguished his wand before setting out to transfigure his robes into a bed roll. When he was finished, he shucked his shoes and climbed in, noticing that she was still standing there.
“Well, get changed and into bed,” he said, turning over to give her some privacy.
“You… you’re lending me your clothes?”
He sighed and closed his eyes. “Yours aren’t exactly comfy for sleeping, are they?”
“Not particularly,” she admitted quietly.
“So put them on and get into bed.”
He tensed when he heard her shuffling about. What he really wanted to do was turn around and drink her in with his eyes but he knew that wouldn’t be tolerated. So he settled for listening to the rustle of clothing against her skin and murmured cleaning spells. He heard her pad across the room, no doubt putting her clothes away for the next day. But then there was nothing and he wondered what was going on.
“I can’t take your bed.”
He laughed at that and rolled over to face her. Gods she looked bloody gorgeous in his clothes. The white undershirt was slightly snug against her ample breasts, though it reached to her knees. It revealed the outline of her nipples, hard in the chill of the room. And his silk pants hugged her hips beautifully, though he wanted to chuckle at the foot of material pooled on the floor. He didn’t want to risk getting caught ogling her though, so he spoke his mind.
“You’d rather sleep on the floor?”
“It’s only fair,” she said softly. “I was too stupid to cast the warding spells before I went out with Harry. And… I think I hurt your arm.”
Draco looked down to see that she had indeed bloodied his arm. He huffed and got up to dig around in his bag again, grabbing the dittany. It only took seconds to clean and heal the crescent shaped wounds and he did so without complaint.
“There,” he said. “Good as new. Now get into bed.”
She shook her head. “No, you deserve the bed. I imagine the floor is uncomfortable.”
“I’ve had worse,” he said soberly.
Because he had. A month in the dungeons had changed his tune on necessities, though he tried to make sure he never went without. A night on the floor would be far from the worst he’d ever experienced. He was sure she’d spent a fair amount of time in uncomfortable places as well. No need for her to have to any longer. He owed her for his allowance of her torture anyway. That was his darkest memory, wanting to help her and knowing he couldn’t. He would have been killed and then he couldn’t have spied any longer. He probably owed Dobby a life debt too, though he heard the little elf had passed on.
“Malfoy,” she said with a sigh. “I can’t.”
“You can,” he said. “What sort of gentleman would I be if I let you sleep on the cold floor while I was snug in a warm bed?”
She laughed at that. “You’d be Ron.” Her face fell.
Draco wanted to curse himself. “Sure I wouldn’t be Potter?”
She shook her head, a slight smile on her face then. “No. Harry actually insisted I sleep on him more than once, especially when I got the flu during guard duty. He did make a wonderful pillow.”
Draco sniffed and fought down his jealousy. Of course the bloody savior of the wizarding world had offered his body as a mattress. Of course he did. Because that’s what Gryffindor’s did. They did stupidly wonderful frivolous thoughtful things that he didn’t normally think about. But perhaps he should start? Then again, it was just too tempting to push her buttons.
“Are you saying you’d like me to pose as your pillow?”
She blushed from her roots to her toes and he wanted so badly to take a picture of it, her flushed face in the candlelight. She started stammering, which was so cute he did allow a smile to cross his face. He so badly wanted to keep her off balance and focused on him.
“That’s not what I meant,” she finally got out.
“Your mattress then?”
“No!”
“Sorry Granger, but the bed is the next best thing.”
She sighed. “It isn’t right. You saved my arse tonight. And Ron’s. And Harry’s. And Professor Snape’s.”
“So I deserve the bed on merit?”
“Yes.”
“And that whole saving the wizarding world thing is just old hat…”
Her jaw dropped open in shock but she quickly recovered. “That was necessary.”
He sniffed. “Imagine me coming back without the bloody Professor and the savoir of the wizarding world. Yes, totally unnecessary, their presence is.”
She rolled her eyes at that. “You know Malfoy, you act tough and aloof and self-serving but I think it’s just that, an act.”
He hid his surprise and tried to be as passive as possible. “Why is that?”
She smiled. “You’ve saved Ron, helped Harry and the Professor, saved me, gave me your clothes, your bed, and you healed your wounds without one word.”
He shrugged. “I get careless when I’m tired.”
Her face grew pensive for a moment before she seemed to nod to herself. He wondered what she was about to hit him with. Would it be good? Or maybe it would be bad. Should he just wave her off?
“I know you switched sides, Malfoy.”
He froze in shock before anger completely took him over. “I’ll kill that bloody poof. He promised he’d never say a word.”
“Harry didn’t tell me,” she said softly. “Professor Snape did.”
“What?” he managed to wheeze. The betrayal felt like a knife to the chest.
She nodded. “He did. It was the first time I caught him and Harry going at it, mid-thrust mind you. It was actually kind of hot but I freaked out. I mean, it isn’t every day you see your Professor bare arsed and balls deep in your best friend.”
Draco was hard pressed not to color at the vivid picture she was painting. But he didn’t see where the connection was and he was having a hard time controlling himself. Luckily she pressed on.
“Anyway, I ran. I assume they finished because they didn’t come find me for a few hours. And when they did, I did what us Gryffindors always do, I threw up all of the Professor’s past transgressions in his face. I was still hurting, angry that he killed the Headmaster, angry that he allowed us to believe it, angry that he wasn’t there. I always thought he was good. But after Dumbledore… anyway, he waited me out. Imagine, Severus Snape being patient.”
Draco had to admit that was a rarity. Even under his tutelage as a Death Eater, Snape rarely let him get away with whining. Whining was for the weak. It would only get you killed faster. And having a temper tantrum was out of the question. He’d learned to curb his reactions very quickly. He realized Granger was geared up to talk again so he nodded for her to continue.
“Anyway, he explained it all to me again, how he’d become a spy, how it had to happen like it did for it to be believable. I think I was the one to drag you into it. I said something about how you at least tried not to identify us even though you weren’t a spy. I’m pretty sure he didn’t mean to let it slip. We were all riled up and it was like… three a.m. Anyway, he said you were a spy, that you had to weigh your options and decide which would be better for the greater good. He refused to say anymore after that, kind of paled when that little piece slipped. But after that I took a vow to never speak of that night again. There is, of course, a loop hole for those who know about their relationship… and you. You fit both, I believe.”
“So you think I’m some noble Hufflepuff now?”
She laughed. “Never. You’re definitely a devious bastard, Slytherin to the core. But I think the rest is an act. You should let more people see the real you. They’d be pleasantly surprised.”
He snorted. “Yes, look at little Malfoy the blood traitor, he’s gone soft he has. Let’s get after him.”
She frowned. “You still honor blood purity.”
He laughed darkly. “Not hardly, Granger. But others in Slytherin aren’t the same. In their eyes, I betrayed their parents. Well, if they knew about it. I wouldn’t care if I didn’t have to live in the dormitory with them but I can’t exactly sleep with my bloody eyes open, now can I?”
She bit her lip in thought. “I didn’t realize-“
“You don’t need to,” he cut her off. “Now get into the bed and get some rest. We have a full day ahead of us tomorrow… this morning… whatever bloody time it is.”
Granger fell silent and he took it as an acceptance. He got into his pallet and shut his eyes, his mind spinning. He’d left a lot out of the conversation, like the fact that even his parents didn’t know that he’d switched side. If his father found out, he’d quite possibly disown him. He’d thought about that fact a lot lately, now that the war was over. He found that he didn’t care, not really. During the war, he decided to be his own man, not the clone his father was trying to mold him into. Besides, he’d seen his father fall apart under the reign of the Dark Lord. Take away the money and the prestige and there was just a sad old man who was too bitter and prejudice to help himself.
“Yeowch!”
Draco sat up so quickly his head spun. “What is it?”
“This bedframe,” Granger panted, rubbing her backside with wide eyes. “It… it moved.”
“What?”
“It moved! It literally swayed over to the side the moment I tried to walk up to it and hit me.”
Draco frowned and jumped up, extending his wand and running diagnostics. It wasn’t good news.
“Damn. Poltergeists.”
“I thought you said you warded this room.”
“Against demons and ghosts. Poltergeists, true ones that aren’t demons, are different. They’re made up of energy and emotions, not evil or sprits like the others. It’s damned hard to keep them out but they’re generally harmless.”
“What the devil does it want then?” she breathed, reaching out and jumping when the bed swayed towards her again.
“To touch you?” Draco threw out, laughing at her look of disgust.
“Look Granger, you can get over it or you can share the floor with me. Take your pick.”
“You… you won’t sleep in it?”
“Not if you’re going to be uncomfortable.”
She smirked. “Being a gentleman again?”
“Something like that,” he murmured, casting a few more spells about the room. That way, the poltergeists couldn’t physically move the furniture from their places, slide the bed about the room and such. They’d still be able to manipulate the material though. At least the floor was fairly safe. It wouldn’t risk upsetting the structure of the building to try and get one over on them.
Granger busied herself by levitating his makeshift pallet to the floor beside him. He had to smirk at her hesitancy to touch the bed. It was pretty harmless but he knew she was more than a little leery of it. Hell, he was too. Muggle entities weren’t to be trusted, even less than magical ones since they were harder to banish.
“Wow this floor is hard,” she muttered as she gingerly climbed onto the mattress.
He couldn’t help but chuckle. “I transfigured it with springs in mind.”
“It’s probably a bit warmer too.”
“It was,” he said wistfully. “If your bloody boyfriend hadn’t gone and gotten himself molested by a damned demon, I’d still be in it asleep.”
She sniffed. “He’s not my boyfriend anymore.”
“Oh?”
“Please. The demon might have been an accident, but Pansy?”
Draco felt guilt twist in his gut but he fought it down. He didn’t make Weasley accept. He didn’t tell Pansy to fuck the prat. He merely said something to push them together.
“It was his choice,” she whispered, her back to him. “Whatever you’re thinking… it was his choice.”
“Mind reader, are you?”
She chuckled. “Stay with Harry long enough and you get to be.”
Draco wondered exactly how much she read from him but decided not to bring it up. Innocent until proven guilty after all. So he cast a warming spell and closed his eyes, hoping sleep would come soon.

AN: Draco is a sneaky little shit. A dead sexy one, but a sneaky shit none the less. I do love him. Wonder what happens next? ;) Thanks to everyone who reviewed. I'm glad you all like it. I was thinking the plot might be a little cliche and lame. But it's fun so onward! Keep those reviews coming and let me know how I'm doing. Until next time... love you guys!
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