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Repeat After Me	By : Luckycharms Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 8880 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 3- Don’t Panic
Friday October 29^th, 1999 07:22am
“No! No, no, no, no, no! This isn’t happening; this can’t be possible!” Draco announced as he gripped his hair in fear.
“Uh Draco…are you alright in there?” Theo asked in concern from the other side of the door.
Dread bombarded Draco’s body as if a hurricane whipped through his veins at a rapid speed. He began to sweat profusely as an unsettling feeling began to overwhelm him. Still in his white tee and checkered green pajama bottoms, he ignored changing or freshening up and rushed to open the door. Theo jumped out of the way as Draco pushed passed him and ran to the balcony railing.
“Draco!” Pansy called out in glee as she stood up from the couch “Took you long…enough…Are-are you okay?” she tilted her head as she lowered her hand and studied him.
His heart began to beat faster in his chest while terror invaded his entire body. He gripped the railing harder, making his knuckles go white when Hermione opened her door and walked out of her room. His gaze steered in her direction and he noticed she was looking down at the same books he had seen her holding twice before and all he wanted to do was knock the fucking things out of her hands. He began hyperventilating making her lift her head and catch his eye. Her eyes darted around the room at everyone ogling him, before looking back with worry filling her features.
‘This isn’t happening’
“Malfoy, a-are you alright?” she asked in a troubled tone.
“This isn’t happening” he declared; his thoughts escaping his mind “This isn’t fucking happening!”
Pushing off the railing, he darted down the stairs and out through the portrait; completely ignoring the fact that he wasn’t even wearing slippers. Everyone in the common room looked at each other in shock and confusion before flinching at the sound of the portrait door slamming behind him.
“Well someone go after him!” Harry demanded from the base of the stairwell after a few seconds of silence.
Hermione dropped her books and began to run to the stairs but was cut off by Theo racing ahead of her. Blaise and Pansy quickly pursued after them as the remainder of students in the room hesitantly followed.
Draco stumbled as he dashed through the corridor, bumping into students left and right, not even caring about them yelling or cursing him; he was determined to prove that his mind was just playing tricks on him and he wasn’t about to let some stupid kids interrupt that.
He took a few gulps of air as he tried to get his breathing under control, but as soon as he saw Ginny yelling at a few underclassmen, panic set back in. Turning his head, he witnessed the Ravenclaw girl arguing with her boyfriend and his sight began to blur while the corridor spun before his eyes.
Rushing around the corner a small golden ball zoomed by his head and was quickly followed by a resounding smack echoing in his ears as the girl slapped her boyfriend. He began to whip his body around as he watched all the students around him eye him skeptically. The remaining eighth years finally caught up to him and began shouting his name to get his attention, but Draco was long passed hearing them.
Beads of sweat rolled down his temples while his breathing intensified. Grabbing his hair with both hands, Draco began to sob in the middle of the corridor while he watched everyone repeat the same things he already seen twice before.
His gaze finally landed on Hermione, who had a hand partially outstretched to him. Her face was filled with worry and uncertainty, but she slowly moved closer while everyone in the hall went quiet; peering over each other in order to catch a glimpse of the bizarre situation.
“Malfoy…” she began in a soothing voice “D-Draco, i-it’s alright. You’re okay, I-I’ve got you…We’ve got you.” She pointed to their friends behind her but never once wavered from his gaze “Talk to me; tell me what happened?”
Draco stared into her chocolate brown eyes and parted his lips slightly as his chest constricted.
“This isn’t real” he muttered aloud to himself.
“What isn’t real?” Hermione asked softly.
“Why do we tolerate him again?” Ron questioned crinkling his nose.
“He’s gone mental” Lavender answered while crossing her arms; obviously unconcerned about the audience standing in the hall “But at least now he’s somewhat acknowledging us.”
“Here’s an idea Lavender, how about you stop speaking about Malfoy like he’s not standing right there listening to everything you are saying about him behind his back…” Hermione began to declare in annoyance.
“In front of my face…” Draco finished in a whisper, causing Hermione to snap her focus back to him. “This isn’t happening.”
But that was all he could say before his vision turned black and he collapsed into her ready arms.
12:32pm
Draco began to open his eyes groggily as his vision started to return to normal and his focus landed on a single person hovering above him. He startled upright in a panic; breathing fast and heavily as he looked around the room.
“Whoa!” Theo stated while reaching out to steady him, but all he ended up doing was frightening Draco more.
“What’s today?” Draco questioned quickly.
“Um…Draco you were only-”
“WHAT IS THE DATE, THEO?” he demanded.
“The twenty-ninth!” he exclaimed suddenly. “You were only out a few hours...”
“No, no this isn’t right! I’m dreaming, I’m just dreaming. I need to wake up! Yes, that’s it; I just need to wake up!”
“Mate, what the bloody hell has gotten into you? You’re not dreaming…See…” Theo grasped his arm and lightly pinched the skin on Draco’s bicep to prove he was fully awake. “You’re not dreaming.”
“Theo, something is wrong with me…really, really, wrong.”
“Are you on drugs?” he asked tilting his chin up, pursing his lips together. “Is it that Devil’s Weed shite that makes you paranoid, because you really freaked us all out this morning? Potter, Blaise, and I carried you to Madam Pomfrey as fast as we could. You were whiter than the Bloody Barron! And McGonagall said you and I could take our exam tomorrow afternoon, but she wants a full report on your condition after you’ve had a few hours to gather yourself. Oh and-”
“Theo,” Draco swallowed heavily “Something is seriously wrong with me.”
“Well yeah, I mean you collapsed into Granger’s arms in the middle of the hallway. Who knew she was strong enough to support your fat arse” he joked as he lightly tapped Draco’s arm. “She stayed here until breakfast was over, but had to leave to study for Potions.”
“Everything is repeating” Draco blurted in the most serious tone he could muster.
“Um…oh-kay, I’ll bite. What is repeating?”
“I…I have already lived through this day…twice.”
“Uh…you’ve lost me. Are you sure you’re not on something? A new potion you’re testing?”
“I’M NOT…I’m not on anything, I am being completely serious right now! You have to believe me!”
“A time loop though? That seems a little preposterous, don’t you think? I mean come on, you honestly want me to believe that someone can relive the same day over and over again?”
“I want you to believe that I am telling the truth!” Draco pleaded.
“Draco mate, you sound like you hit your head when you fell.” Theo claimed as he stood up and rubbed his temples with both hands “This is absurd-time loops only occur in muggle Sci-Fi.”
“What the bloody hell is a Sci-Fi?”
“It means Science Fiction; you know, what muggles think we are…Didn’t Pansy have you watch movies with her when she discovered how they were moving pictures of books and said they were more fun than having to read?”
“If muggles think we are this, Sci-Fi shite, and we are real why the hell can’t time loops be real?”
“Because it’s fucking next to impossible! Just because we have magic doesn’t mean everything can be done!” Theo declared spinning around and running his fingers through his brown hair “Blimey mate, I thought you of all people would understand that!” he finished as he rotated back around.
“I would if the universe wasn’t trying to fuck me over right now by throwing me into a fucking nightmare! And now someone is going to ruin Grangers potion and I’m…Shite!”
“What?”
Draco tried to stand but Theo pushed him back down.
“Hold up! You can’t leave until Pomfrey checks you out, and I for one am not going to get chewed out because of you.”
“I need to talk to Granger, I need to warn her about Brown!”
“What the bloody hell are yo-”
“Keep your voices down!” Madam Pomfrey insisted as she walked out of her office in the back of the room. “This is the Hospital Wing and there are students here who need their rest-oh Mr. Malfoy, you’re awake,” she turned to Theo with a displeasured look upon her features “and you couldn’t be bothered to let me know the patient was awake?”
“Sorry Madam Pomfrey.”
“No bother, he seems well enough” she turned to Draco and brought out her wand. “I need to do a diagnostic spell to make sure everything is alright, alright?”
Draco nodded his head and laid back. Pomfrey cast the spell bringing up a magical projection of his body directly in front of him. He admired the new spell while she rotated the holographic-like image and for a brief moment, he forgot about everything that was happening to him.
“Okay, everything checks out; your blood sugar and pressure are fine and there are no traces of illegal substances or potions in your system” Draco turned his eyes to Theo with an ‘I told you so’ look before gazing back at the school nurse. “Seems to me like it was just a sever panic attack that caused you faint.”
“Right, so I can go now?” he asked, removing the thick blanket off his lap.
“I don’t see why not…Unless you would like to talk about what caused you that much distress, which in turn landed you in my infirmary?”
“No thank you. Turns out people just think I’ve gone mad” he stated while glaring down his Slytherin friend.
Pomfrey’s eyes darted back and forth between the two boys as they silently bickered back and forth, before rolling her eyes, and clearing her throat.
“If you two are finished with your little quarrel, you may leave now. I don’t need you disrupting my other patients.”
Draco quickly stood up and hurried out of the medical wing without hesitation. He rushed down the corridors left and right, ignoring Theo’s pleas for him to stop, before ceasing directly in front of the prairie woman guarding the common room.
“Blood Unity” he expressed and the woman nodded her head, before opening the entryway.
He clambered through the entrance before the door was even open all the way, but stopped when he noticed no one was in the room. Theo rushed in, panting hard as he bent over and placed his hands above his knees.
“I tried…to tell you…” he stood up straight and put his hands on his hips with a wince while still trying to catch his breath “Class started…over…a half-hour…ago-Merlin you are fast.”
“I have long legs-We need to get to Potions, now!” Draco claimed as he pushed passed his friend in haste.
“Draco! Damnit stop!”
“Fucking hell Theo, WHAT?” he shouted in frustration.
“Uh okay, you’re at like a ten…I need you at a two” he stated through deep breaths. “Man I need to start working out more.”
“Merlin’s fucking beard, I don’t have time for this.”
Theo took a few steps forward placing himself in Draco’s path to block him from going any further.
“Get out of my way!”
“No!” Theo declared, standing his ground.
“Excuse me?” he asked furrowing his brows.
“You heard me, I said NO! I’m not scared of you like everyone else is. I’m not going to step aside just because you hung out, unwilling I might add, with the big evil guy who killed and tortured people. I am your best mate for a reason, and my main objective at being said friend is to stop you from making rubbish decisions! Godric Gryffindor, I am out of shape!” the Slytherin claimed hunching over to the left while holding his ribs “I think I have a side stitch.”
“I-wh-”
“Oh give me a break!” he winced as he stood back up. “You think I’m just going to ignore your very odd conclusion that Brown, of all people, is going to sabotage Granger’s potion today, without any sort of proof, except for you thinking you’re stuck in a time-loop and saw it happen, without actually seeing it happen?”
“I…Well when you put it like that it sounds mental!”
“Of course it sounds mental, you dumbarse! And I am not about to let you march down to that classroom just to make a fool of yourself!” he sucked in a deep breath while still holding his side. “I need to sit down.”
Theo walked over to the couch facing the West fireplace and plopped himself down. He reclined back as Draco made his way over and sat across from him. He leaned forward and placed his head in his hands as he thought about what he was going to do.
“Okay so,” Theo began while propping his body up after a minute of recuperating “I don’t want to spend the rest of the day thinking my best mate has lost his damn mind…so tell me.”
Draco rubbed his hands down his face as he looked up to his friend in defeat and let out a long sigh.
“Tell you what?”
“Everything; start from the beginning. I want a clear understanding of exactly what I am getting into so that I can try and help you…so…tell me about the last two days.”
“Why? It’s not like you’re going to remember any of this anyway if I am repeating this day.”
“We don’t know that. For all we know, I could be the key to helping you unlock the mystery on how to break the curse the universe put you under.”
‘I could use some help’
“Doubtful but…I guess I could use a second brain on the matter. It might take a while though if you want full details.”
“Not a problem!” Theo exclaimed with clap of his hands “I’ll grab the popcorn!” He stood up and made his way to the foot of the stairs before Draco interrupted.
“Really, popcorn?”
“What? I missed lunch watching you sleep. I’m hungry.”
Draco scoffed and waved his hand before lying down on the couch and placed an arm over his face.
02:34pm
Over the next forty-five minutes, Draco explained to Theo everything that had occurred over the last two days. He felt like he was talking to a therapist about his problems, but clearly the shock radiating off his friends’ face, was a sure-fire sign that he wasn’t. Theo was terrible at hiding his emotions and Draco telling him everything, from the conversations he had to times he was knocked out, well let’s just say it wasn’t a surprise to see the boy’s jaw almost fall off.
“…and then I woke up today, on the same day, and-and I panicked” he finished as he rested his upper body against the back of the couch while exhaling slowly.
Theo stared at him with wide eyes as he slowly lifted a piece of popcorn into his mouth, making Draco think he definitely sounded crazier than he felt. Not once though did his friend say a word as he listened to the monologue while holding his bucket, and not once did he ever take his brown eyes off him. Theo continued to stare as he obviously tried processing everything, causing Draco to feel slightly uncomfortable about opening up.
“Can you stop eating that blasted popcorn and say something!”
“You’re a virgin?” he asked quickly while leaning forward in surprise. “Holy mother of Merlin! It’s no wonder you push Granger away! You don’t know-”
‘How to bone her’, yeah you said that the last time I told you. Is that really all you got out of that whole thing?”
“Oh fuck no! I have so many questions!’ he replied as his eyes darted back and forth looking for answers. “So…you like Granger then?”
‘Why does he keep asking me that?’
“What? No! Seriously?”
‘I don’t like her’
“But you don’t hate her, right?”
‘Not entirely’
Draco exhaled sharply as he aggressively slid his fingers through his blonde hair.
“No, I-I guess I don’t actually hate her, but I don’t like her either. Not like…that.”
“But you said it yourself, you thought she looked good in her costume and you even said you wished you could fix her potion the first day…wait.”
“What? What is it?” he looked up at his friend in anticipation.
“Draco you said the potion for the exam was a wishing potion?”
“Yeah, it was Slughorn’s invention.”
‘What is he getting at?’
“Never mind that, you said it was a wishing potion that requires a spell to deactivate it.”
“Okay and…?”
“And you claim Granger interrupted you before you even finished the incantation. What if what you said, is what caused this time loop to happen? It is a new potion where Slughorn strictly stated, that if not done correctly it can have catastrophic consequences. You never finished the incantation and at the same time you wished to fix Granger’s potions but Slughorn never stated that more than one wish could be used…” Theo held up a hand and tilted his head to the side to keep Draco from interrupting him. “Are you absolutely sure you don’t like her? Because the Draco I know wouldn’t wish that if he didn’t like someone.”
Draco stood up with his finger pointed upwards as he processed everything in his head.
“I am going to ignore that last question, but…I think you may be on to something. Wait, you believe me now?”
“It’s a little hard not to after what you just told me. My only question now is…why didn’t the day reset when you passed out this morning?”
‘That’s a good question’
“I-I have no idea. Maybe it only resets if I get knocked out?”
“So Granger is strong enough to knock you out?” he chuckled, but quickly wiped the grin off his face when Draco gave him a sour expression. “Okay well um, we are definitely going to have to test that theory but uh Draco…I’ve seen it happen on that muggle telly before, and I know that every time the person who is experiencing a time loop has to figure out what it is they need to fix, and I am only assuming its Granger’s potion but…” he trailed off.
“But what?”
“What happens if you are accidentally killed?”
“What do you mean accidentally?” he narrowed his eyes in confusion.
“Well, in the movies, the day either resets by the clock hitting 12:01am or…or the person dies and comes back…”
Standing frozen in front of the couch, Draco’s breathing started to become heavier. He didn’t want to die, nor did he want to test something that serious. He figured if he really was stuck reliving the same day, he could find out what he could and couldn’t get away with but death…that was too morbid to even think about.
“HOW THE BLOODY HELL DID YOU DO IT, MALFOY!” Ron shouted as the group of remaining eighth years, plus Ginny, walked in angrily behind him as they returned from class.
Theo threw his bucket in the air as he stood up in surprise, causing popcorn to fly all over the place; scattering across the flush gray rug.
“Weasley! Merlin’s Beard, you can’t just go shouting at people! I lost half my snack thanks to you!”
“I don’t give a shite about your damn snack Nott, I want to know how Malfoy managed to fuck with Hermione’s potion!”
‘Of course, he would accuse me. Fucking dolt; blame the one person he knows people will instantly agree with.’
The group began to chime in with insults and opinions of their own as Ginny slipped past everyone with Hermione in tow up to the brunette’s room.
“Oh, my bleeding hell -SHUT UP!” Draco hollered causing everyone to instantly grow quiet. “I can’t do this again! If I hear ‘Granger’s potion’ one more time, I am going to lose my fucking shite!”
“Again?” Blaise asked from the back of the group.
“Draco, I think you need to tell them-” Theo suggested but Draco quickly cut him off
“No!”
“But they could possibly help.”
“Help what?” Harry questioned as he took a step forward.
“I don’t have time for this bickering” Sadie, the female Hufflepuff, claimed with an eye roll. “I’m going to go check on Hermione and Ginny” she began walking towards the set of stairs before turning around and shaking her head “Boys” she scoffed. “Are you coming Parkinson, Brown, or do you plan to stay down here while the boys debate who is manlier?”
“Brown went to the library to grab a book for her costume” Pansy stated with her arms crossed “and I am pretty sure Granger doesn’t want me in her room.”
Blaise leaned over and whispered into Pansy’s ear causing her to let out a deep sigh and roll her eyes. Unwillingly, she marched over to Sadie and the two girls began to walk up the stairs. Draco sat down on the couch as Neville, Harry, Ron, Blaise, Bradley and Theo took the remaining seats around him.
“Where’s Terry?” Harry asked as he leaned back on the couch next to Bradley.
“Uh, he um, he went to see Madam Pomphrey, said he had a headache that wouldn’t go away.” Neville replied, but Draco noticed the uneasiness resting in the wrinkles on his forehead.
“Let’s not try and change the subject here” Ron cut in bitterly “Malfoy was just about to tell us how he caused Hermione to fail the Potions exam.”
“Give it a rest Ron” Harry stated as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Malfoy had no way of being in that room and you’re only accusing him because you still resent him. Everyone else only followed your lead because they thought they would see a fight, which didn’t happen…. We have all moved on mate, why can’t you?”
“I have moved on! But that doesn’t mean he isn’t still a snake that needs its face smashed in!”
“This is the third time” Draco mumbled under his breath. “Why do you keep blaming me? Like Potter said, I wasn’t even there! I have no reason to mess with Granger; she has been nothing but nice to me and I…I’ve been nothing but an arse to her. That doesn’t mean I would go out of my way to destroy her education!”
“Hold up” Blaise held up a hand and bent forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Third time?”
“What?”
“You said this is the third time he has accused you of this” Blaise repeated.
“That’s…” Theo chimed in “That’s what I said he should tell you.”
The five boys turned their heads to Draco who looked up at them with worn eyes. He thought heavily on not telling the group, who would most likely just laugh at him and find more ways to antagonize him, Blaise excluded, but not telling them would mean he would have to suffer the rest of the day trying to ignore the irritating wave of questions and stares. Then again, if he was correct and he was stuck in a time loop, they wouldn’t remember him saying anything tomorrow anyway.
“They won’t believe me, Theo”
“I think you underestimate us” Bradley added “I’m all for helping, after all it is what Hufflepuff’s do. And if we are being completely open and honest, I only ignore you because Sadie doesn’t like you very much. She should have been sorted into Ravenclaw but apparently her ‘kindness’ trait out shined her wisdom…Except her kindness only goes so far when it comes to you. No offence.”
“None taken” Draco waved a hand before gliding back into his seat. “But you’re all going to think I’m mad.”
“We already do” Neville chuckled nervously “Sorry…It’s true though.”
“Okay enough Malfoy bashing” Harry claimed leaning forward. “Tell us what is going on. Why did you freak out this morning?”
Draco let out a deep groan as he reached his hands up and placed them behind his head.
“This doesn’t make us friends, Potter.”
“Look, Malfoy, you can either tell us so we can try and help you or you can suffer in your own misery; I am fine either way. But personally, I would like to help if I can, so spill.”
“Alright fine, but if any of you so much as judges me out loud, I will personally see to it that you won’t be able to shite for a week…Got it?”
The group nodded their heads in understanding as they waited in anticipation. Draco began retelling the last two days once again, but left out certain parts that he knew were too personal to reveal. He had to retain from laughing on numerous occasion due to the shocked expressions written on the faces of the men before him, and somehow through the course of his explanation Theo had managed to make more popcorn that he shared with the rest of the group.
“So wait,” Harry held up a finger “you mean that we all say and do the same thing every day but don’t remember?”
“I just said that, weren’t you listening?”
“No, I was…I’m just trying to process it all.”
“Hold on a sec” Neville began “if what you are saying is true…then technically you could do whatever you want.”
“What do you mean?” Bradley questioned with an arm outstretched behind him. “The day is just going to reset, nothing he does will have any impact.”
“But it will” Blaise added as he stood up and walked behind the couch. He leaned over the back behind Draco while caressing his finger and thumb against his jaw. “Think about it. Yes, he can basically do whatever he wants and get away with it, but he can also learn new information each time. Only he remembers what happens so it’s logical that only he can figure out who really ruined Granger’s exam.”
“Problem is,” Theo exclaimed “we don’t know if this is a fluke or not. For all we know he could wake up tomorrow and it could actually be tomorrow.”
“You people are really buying all this?” Ron stood up in frustration. “This is Malfoy we are talking about, one of the best liars in this school!”
“I appreciate the compliment Weasley” Draco smirked “but let’s be real, it doesn’t matter what you think. I have no reason to lie about something like this. It’s not like it will get me anywhere anyway. Tomorrow you won’t even remember I told you anything, and all you’re going to do is just accuse me again and again, until I solve the mystery behind all of this.”
“And what if you never solve it, hmm?” Ron crossed his arms and glared at the Slytherin Prince.
“Then I guess I am doomed to be stuck in this never-ending paradox; but seriously, have you met me? I am just as intelligent as Granger, I’m sure I can figure it out.”
“So, what happens if you die? Or if one of us dies and the day doesn’t reset?” Harry asked as he ran his fingers through his short black hair. “I mean we would stay dead right? But what if you die instead of being knocked out…Would you still come back?”
“Why does everyone keep asking about if I die? I haven’t yet, and I don’t think anything that happens today will cause my death…Unless Weasley here plans to kill me in some way.”
“That can be arranged” Ron scowled.
“Accidents happen all the time” Neville claimed, ignoring the red-headed Gryffindor. “I tripped once a few years ago when I was on my way to Herbology and almost cracked my head open. Pomphrey said it was a close call.”
“So? You’re clumsy, a-and you tripping has nothing to do with me or my predicament.”
“All I am saying, for all we know the time Harry stupefied you, you could have easily died when your head hit the wall instead of being knocked out. You said it yourself, you felt something snap before blacking out, who’s to say you didn’t break your neck?”
“He has a point” Theo added “But I would rather not try and test the death theory.”
“Though we can test the reset hypothesis” Bradley shrugged.
“How?” Blaise asked as he leaned further forward and rested his elbows on the back of the black couch.
“Easy,” Bradley stood up and put his hands in his pockets before letting out a small sigh “we have to knock Malfoy out.”
“Knock me out? You want to knock me out?” Draco asked incredulously.
“Well that’s how they do it in the movies. If it works, you’ll wake up tomorrow…today…and only you will know any of this happened. If it doesn’t work, then we know you are either lying or there really is a flaw in the system and you simply just had a really strong case of Déjà vu.”
“But we won’t remember anything if he resets. How will we know it worked?” Harry asked looking up at the Hufflepuff.
“If I may,” Blaise held up a finger as he straightened his posture “someone needs to tell Draco something only they know. Obviously not a Slytherin because then none of you will believe him. If he remembers and then tells us, we can confirm that he is in fact telling the truth.”
“I’m not telling him a bloody thing!” Ron cut in rudely. “For all we know he will use whatever information he gets against us!”
“Trust me Weasley, I already know everything about you. There is nothing you could say that will come as much of a surprise.” Draco stated as he leaned back and crossed his arms with a condescending grin widening across his lips.
“You lying prat!”
“Don’t believe me? Alright, I know that you’re not really in love with your girlfriend. She clings to you like a lost puppy and you try to tolerate it, but deep inside you’re screaming for your own personal space. You wish she would stop being so tenacious about you and in reality she most likely is using you the same way you’re using her.”
“You’re wrong! You don’t know anything about my relationship you git!”
“Really? So, you both aren’t using each other to get back at Granger in some way?”
“Wha-” Ron’s cheeks flushed as his brow line creased.
“Oh please, anyone with eyes can see that you are still angry with Granger for breaking up with you over the summer. While Brown still resents her for the ‘stunt’ she pulled in sixth year when I accidently poisoned you…Apologies by way, that wasn’t meant for you.”
“Why you little-”
Ron took a step forward in the act of wanting to strike Draco, however Harry stood up, held out an arm, and stopped him in his tracks.
“Okay, we get it! No need to knock him out before anyone told him anything. Otherwise it defeats the whole purpose.” Ron breathed angrily through his nose as he continued to scowl at Draco who was smirking happily in his seat. “Sit down Ron! And you Malfoy, you know bringing up the past gets him riled up, so stop provoking him!”
“He started it!” Draco claimed holding a palm upwards. “He asked for the truth, I gave it to him, he couldn’t handle it; not my problem.” He leaned forward and rested both elbows on his knees as he placed his bottom lip against the side of his forefinger.
“Guys enough” Bradley implored. “Can we for once, just not fight? We are adults now, let’s freaking act like it!”
“Adults fight” Ron interjected.
“Oh Weasley, grow up!” Theo exacerbated “We aren’t kids, we aren’t in a war, and we can finally all just relax with each other! Why do you always have to be the one to ruin shite for others?”
Flicking his left finger forward in agreeance, Draco looked to Ron with slightly beseeching eyes, hoping he would just stop trying to argue with him; but of course, the red-head had to get the last word in.
“Oh my God, ENOUGH” Harry shouted in irritation “There are more things in life to worry about than to listen to you all fighting about non-sense! Get the fuck over yourself Ron! Either help out or go up to your room, I am sick of hearing you complain about things that are a waste of energy!” Draco let off a smile of amusement before Harry continued “Let’s move on…now, someone needs to tell Malfoy a secret, that isn’t Ron or a Slytherin, so if we could all just shut up and figure out who is-”
“Harry” a small voice said from above them, interrupting the argument.
The group looked up and saw Hermione standing at the railing outside her room. Draco studied her tear stained face and every thought of wanting to help her came rushing back to his mind. He had no idea how to rationalize the notion occurring in his brain, but for some odd reason, he just wanted to hold her.
Quickly turning his eyes away from her, he rocked the balls of his feet against the floor as he tried to remove the idea of comforting Hermione from his head.
“Mione” Harry stood up in surprise and turned his body to fully face her. “Everything okay?”
“Can I speak to you for a moment?” she asked softly before bowing her head and moved to stand in front of his room three doors down.
“Yeah, I’ll be right up, give me just a seco-”
“Now please” she demanded gently.
Harry looked around the common room in confusion before shrugging his shoulders and made his way to the stairs. The group watched the pair disappear into Harry’s room and as the door closed with a click behind them the boys looked at each other with perplexed expressions. After a few minutes of awkward silence Harry and Hermione emerged from his room with suspicion radiating their features. Harry slowly walked down the stairs shaking his head, and made his way over to the couches before stopping at the coffee table, and looked to Draco.
“Uh so ehem, Malfoy…Hermione has requested that I tell you the secret.”
“She knows about this?” Draco stood up in anger. “What, has she been secretly spying on this whole conversation?”
“No!” Harry defended quickly. “She only heard some of the conversation. Besides it wouldn’t matter if she did, she deserves to know what is going on since this whole thing is about her. Now, can you please come upstairs?”
Pressing his tongue against his cheek in annoyance, Draco exhaled slowly through his nose and waved a hand to usher Harry up the stairs.
“Okay…So first things first, Malfoy. Whatever happens tomorrow I need to you take this seriously. Pay attention to everything. You have to find out everything you can and make sure the one responsible for tampering with my best friend’s potion goes down.”
“Yeah whatever, I want them held responsible just as much as you. Obviously for different reasons, but either way I will figure it out. So, what is this secret Granger wants you to tell me?” he questioned as he looked around the bedroom obviously decorated for a Gryffindor.
“Well…it’s complicated” Harry stated as he shut the door.
‘Salazar, if I wanted to hear bullshite I would have stayed down stairs and listened to Weasley talk about how much he loves his girlfriend’
“I don’t have time for complicated, Potter. I have bigger problems to deal with; like how you all plan to knock me out. Which I am not actually thrilled about by the way and I am still debating on if any of this is even a good idea.”
“You don’t really have a choice in the matter anymore.”
“Like I’ve ever been given a choice before?” he scoffed as he crossed his arms in front of him.
“You chose to torment and bully us for years with absolutely no problem, what did you expect?” Harry shrugged before moving to sit on the edge of the bed.
‘I hate that he’s right.’
“Forget it, just…What is Granger’s secret and why couldn’t she just tell me herself?”
“Because you never listen to her, let alone let her speak.”
“True” he agreed. “Alright, go on” Draco waved a hand for him to continue and Harry let out a sigh before opening his mouth to speak.
“Mione…Hermione, knows you didn’t destroy her potion.”
“That’s common knowledge that I learnt the first time I lived through this day. Tell me something a little more undisclosed.”
“Okay, she knows you didn’t ruin her potion…because she was watching you.”
“That’s not creepy or anything. Stalker much?”
‘She doesn’t trust me enough to not watch my every move? Typical.’
“I swear sometimes you can be so thick and oblivious to things around you. Honestly, if you are going to get through the universe screwing you over, you need to pay attention to your surroundings more.”
“Just spit it out, Potter!”
“She likes you, you prat!” Draco’s stomach dropped as Harry huffed through his nose and rolled his eyes at him. His heart began to beat faster for absolutely no reason, while his palms started to feel clammy, and his breath caught in his throat. “And I don’t mean she likes you as a friend, I mean she likes you, likes you. And don’t ask me why because I still don’t fully understand what she sees in you, but apparently you have done something right for her to go from hating your guts for the first five years to being protectively smitten by you.”
‘She likes me? But why, how…when did this even happen? Why did I never notice? Is that why she is always trying to be nice to me? Wait he said first five years; she didn’t hate me during the one year she should have the most?’
“Five years?” Draco finally spoke after his brain stopped rattling.
“Yes five.”
“What about sixth year?” he asked more intrigued, but was careful not to show eagerness; of course he was flabbergasted though at the idea of being elated about someone other than Pansy fancying him.
‘Why is my stomach tingling?’
“I’m not going further into this. It is sooo not my place. She just didn’t know how to tell you because you wouldn’t give her the time of day.” Harry stood up and walked to the entrance of his bedroom. Sucking in a breath he turned around and placed his hands in his pockets. “Listen, Malfoy-regardless if I remember telling you or not, you will remember. I know you are going through some things mentally, that none of us have really helped you with, but understand this…We all went through the same war, we all faced the same struggles, and we are all still trying to stand on our own two feet again. You’re not alone…but if anyone can help you battle your demons, its Hermione. And not that you have a choice in the matter, but you really couldn’t pick a better person to fancy you...Just…she means the world to me, Malfoy, and next to Ron, who doesn’t know any of this, she is the only family I have left. Regardless if you like her or not in return…please don’t hurt her anymore.”
With that said Harry turned around and walked out the door, leaving a stunned speechless Draco, still in his pajamas, alone and confused. He had no idea what to do or even how to process everything Harry had just told him. He could handle finding out juicy gossip about any of the people he lived with, including the Hufflepuff’s and their low-key sexual escapades, but Hermione crushing on him…that was more than he could manage.
He thought she was just trying to get information out of him or just wanted to be his friend out of pity; not because she had some strange Dark Triad infatuation. He was manipulative, greedy, and narcissistic, hell, a condescending jerk with no redeeming qualities was probably the best way his classmates described him. He was always the worst towards her growing up so what could Hermione possibly see in him, that no one else did?
Where was he supposed to go with this information? How was he supposed to talk to Hermione now knowing how she feels? Was it possible he could like her too? There must be some sort of chance if he was even thinking about conceivably reciprocating any sort of affection towards the Gryffindor Golden Girl, right? Too many questions raced through his mind at lightning speed causing a headache to form in his temples but his thoughts quickly ceased when Theo poked his head in the room.
“Hey? The guys are waiting for y-are you okay?”
Draco snapped his head up with confusion etched across his face, but quickly shook the expression from his features.
“I’m fine. Let’s just get this shite done and over with.”
“Okay…Draco are you sure you’re good? You look like you were just told your cat died.”
“I don’t have a cat!”
“You know what I mean” Theo stated as he shifted his weight from one leg to the other while still holding onto the door knob.
“It doesn’t matter what you mean” Draco stated coldly “I just want this day done and over with already.”
“Uh okay, you don’t need to get snappy. I don’t know what the hell Potter told you, but don’t take your shite out on me. I haven’t done anything to deserve your attitude.”
“Whatever.” Draco snapped, as he pushed past his friend, and made his way downstairs. “Okay so how are we doing this?” he asked now standing in the middle of the group.
They had moved the coffee table out of the way and pushed the couches back some, giving everyone space to form a ring around the Slytherin Prince. Draco felt a bit claustrophobic with the closeness of his peers however nervous was out of the vocabulary. If he really wanted to, he could take the whole lot of them down in an instant thanks to the Dark Load and the training he provided, but what would be the point? He wouldn’t gain anything by hurting anyone, then again, no one would remember.
“Well we all came up with a pl-” Harry began but before he could finish his sentence Ron stepped up to Draco and jabbed him square in the lip.
Stumbling backwards, Draco held his jaw with his left hand as he regained his footing.
‘Bloody hell!’
“WHAT THE FUCK WEASLEY?” he yelled as he glared up at Ron. He touched his bottom lip and looked down at the blood on tip of his middle two fingers. “WHAT THE BLOODY FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?”
“Merlin Ronald! You weren’t supposed to just hit him like that!” Harry cut in as he hurried over to Draco to look at his wound, but Draco quickly shoved him off and began rushing at Ron.
“I will kill you, you fucking Weasel!”
“Whoa!” Theo interrupted while stepping in to hold the blonde back. “Calm down mate!”
“I thought catching him off guard would make it hurt less!” Ron claimed holding his hands up in defense “he was supposed black out!”
“Black out?” Draco questioned in anger. “You stupid oaf! I told you this last time and I will gladly say it again-Granger hits harder than you, you weak little shite! If you plan to try and knock me out, grab her and have her do it! At least she can throw a decent punch!”
“Oh, for the love of…” Blaise mumbled with an eye roll.
Quickly uncrossing his arms, Blaise walked up to Draco who looked at him oddly, wound his arm back, and swiftly punched him straight in nose causing him to fall backwards and crash to the floor as the world around him went pitch black.
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