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Fun & Games	By : Nocturne Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 10629 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The looks on all their faces after he'd taken the potion was nothing short of spectacular. Draco smiled to himself, undoing the buttons to his shirt and throwing it to the heap of clothes on the floor of his dormitory. He glanced into the full-length mirror propped against the far wall, observing the only changes made from his and Pansy's concoction.

The marks left on his body from the Quidditch match had vanished. His skin was a solid sheet of porcelain white, erasing any and every trace of the agreement. Although it felt good to feel whole again, Draco knew the potion wouldn't last. He reached for the reversal potion in the pocket of his trousers and uncorked it, pressing the rim to his bottom lip and downing the liquid in one gulp.

It barely went down his throat before a sharp knock sounded from his door.

"Open the door!" shouted a voice he hadn't expected.

Draco arched an eyebrow, chucking the empty vial aside and slipping on his shirt, leaving it unbuttoned as he shot a stream of sparks at the door, swinging it wide open. There stood Hermione Granger.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, outraged. "Better yet, how did you get in here? This is the Slytherin Common Room."

"Heads have immunity," she muttered, pushing past the door and slamming it shut. "We have something to talk about."

He smirked, knowing this conversation would take place sooner or later. "Very well. What is it you would like to discuss?"

The young woman paused for a moment, looking as though she had been frozen in time, but she wasn't. Her eyes danced over his bare chest, where the shirt was left unbuttoned. There was a touch of colour to her cheeks before she shook her head and pointed at him with her index finger.

"You," she started. "You have a lot of nerve."

Draco contemplated what this sudden outburst could possibly entail. Perhaps she discovered the agreement. Perhaps Weasley couldn't keep his fat mouth shut for more than a few days. The possibilities were endless, but, alas, he didn't have time to ponder of them any longer.

Granger withdrew her wand. "I would gut you like a fish," she said through gritted teeth. "You foul, loathsome -"

" - Evil, little cockroach," he yawned. "We've all heard it before."

"You think it's funny?" she asked. "Hmm? Do you?"

He was starting to think there was more to this than before. The Head Girl didn't look angry. She looked murderous. "I really have no idea what you are blabbering on about. If you would just clarify -"

" - You think you have the right to do whatever you want to whomever you please just because your family is rich and your blood is supposedly pure?"

Ah. So, it was about the agreement. "Now, now. It wasn't my idea," he assured her, wondering to himself why he didn't just shut her up with a hex or two. "If you truly desire answers, I would suggest speaking to Weasel."

Granger narrowed her eyes. "What in Merlin's name does Ron have to do with any of this?" she asked. "He doesn't even know Christopher."

"Christopher?" repeated Draco, taken aback.

"Yes, Christopher." The young woman struggled to keep her temper at bay. "As in, the boy you blackmailed."

Draco's eyes widened for a moment. He had completely miscalculated the entire situation. "That's what this is about?"

Granger nodded harshly, stiffening her wand arm and approaching him slowly. "Give me one reason not to hex you into oblivion."

He truly didn't have an answer. Truthfully, Draco had nothing against that sort of lifestyle. "I never would have said anything."

"What?"

"About his boyfriend," answered Draco. "I had no intention of blackmailing him. He offered to do anything to keep his secret a secret, and I accepted."

Granger arched an eyebrow. "You expect me to believe it was his idea?"

"Did he say it wasn't?"

Her mouth twitched. "That has nothing to do with it."

"I think we're done here," said Draco, nodding to the door. "There's your exit."

"I'm not even close to being finished," she countered. "You still used him knowing he did it out of fear."

Draco rolled his eyes. "I'm Slytherin. It's in my blood."

"As true as that may be, it still doesn't change the fact that you deserve to go through the same humiliation you put others through," she said firmly. "Worse."

"Oh? According to whom?" asked the young man, sizing her up. "You?"

"Yes," she spat.

"Saving your ungrateful arse from that Bludger was humiliating enough."

Granger's bottom lip twitched, and for a moment she looked it away, but it was short-lived. "Don't pull the heroic act. We all know you did it to snake your way out of probation."

"Is that so?"

She nodded. "Why else would a Slytherin like yourself have taken a hit for a Gryffindor like me, if not for selfish reasons?"

Again, Draco rolled his eyes. "You self-righteous bitch." He held his hand in front of her face to stop her from interjecting. "All you Gryffindors do is complain about me and my House. It's always Slytherin-this or Malfoy-that." The young man slowly buttoned his shirt from the bottom up. "And the one moment I do something worthwhile... it's not good enough. Do you know why that is?"

She remained silent, probably for the first time in her life.

"Because you love to hate me." Draco narrowed in on her, only then noticing how small she was in comparison to him. He was at least a foot taller than her. "Now, if you don't mind, I have somewhere to be."

~

He was livid.

What right did she have to storm into his room and make such blatant accusations? It was true, he had interrupted Christopher during Daphne’s birthday party, but Draco wasn’t half as evil as his reputation disclosed. He was honest in saying there wasn’t one bone in his body that wished to see the former Ravenclaw prefect suffer for something that was quite literally out of his control. Draco wasn’t homophobic. Draco believed in the sort of love that was free of societal constraints.

He felt for Christopher, in a way he couldn’t explain.

It was all supposed to be a joke, something for him to look back on and laugh about when all of this was over, when he passed through the Hogwarts doors for the last time.

“Weasley,” said the young man, sharp as a blade. “A word.”

He was by the Great Lake, outside, and staring the red-headed mongrel that had strung about this entire situation square in the eye.

Ron Weasley arched an eyebrow, having a look around the grounds to make sure they were unseen. Most students had taken hideout in the castle to escape the ghastly weather.

“Something wrong?” asked the Gryffindor.

Draco felt like laughing. “You could say that.”

“What is it?” furthered Weasel. “Is she onto you?”

“No. Nothing like that.” He ran a hand through his blond hair. “I want out.”

“What?”

“I want out,” repeated Draco, firm. “She – She’s too much. I underestimated her overbearing personality.”

“But it’s barely been a few days. What did she do?”

“She’s Hermione Granger,” he said matter-of-factly. “She didn’t have to do anything but be herself.”

Weasley contemplated this for a moment before nodding. “Fair enough.”

“I commend you for tolerating that girl as long as you did.”

“Thank you. Finally someone recognizes the grief she put me through.”

For a moment Draco thought to crack a smile, but he didn’t. There was no way he would bond over anything with the likes of Potter’s number one sidekick. “What happened between you two?”

Weasley arched his eyebrow again. “Er –”

“ – I’m only asking for research purposes.”

“I thought the agreement was off?”

“It is,” Draco assured him. “But that doesn’t mean I won’t hold any of this against her. I have four days of teasing to catch up on.”

“Right…” Weasel paused for a moment. “She didn’t cheat on me,” he said bluntly. “She did something much, much worse.”

“What’s worse than cheating?” Draco thought to ask. Instead he stayed silent and waited.

“I’m sure you remember she dated Krum for a short while,” continued the ginger. “Well…she kept in touch with him and, without my knowledge, went to meet him in Bulgaria over the summer.”

“But she didn’t cheat?”

“No.” Weasel took a deep breath. “She lost her virginity to him.”

Draco screwed his face. “I’m confused. I thought you said she didn’t cheat.”

“She didn’t,” affirmed the redhead. “We weren’t together at the time. She was single.”

“So…what’s the problem? She visited a friend and left with some memories.”

“Did you not hear me?” asked Weasel. “She lost her virginity to him. She slept with him.”

Draco waited for something else, another piece of information that would tie the story together, but nothing came. “Sounds to me like you’re just being a jealous twat.”

“Watch it,” warned the Gryffindor.

“Hold on a moment,” Draco pointed. “You’re not just jealous over the fact that she gave it away to someone else…you’re jealous that she won’t offer the same luxury to you.”

Weasley’s cheeks matched his hair. “If you tell anyone…”

Draco couldn’t hold back any longer. He chuckled to himself, clapping a hand over his mouth. “Getting rejected by a bushy-haired know-it-all must hurt worse than any curse. Now I truly feel for you.”

His company grimaced. “I knew I shouldn’t have told you.”

“No,” he countered. “I’m glad you did, because for a moment there I was thinking you were in the right for trying to get back at her the way you did.” Draco straightened his posture and brushed the wrinkles from his clothes. “Turns out you’re still the same sore loser as before. Second place burns, doesn’t it?”

“You would know,” shot Weasel. “You haven’t won a match against Harry since…hmm…EVER.”

“Potter is a worthy opponent,” Draco said clearly. “He may be Gryffindor and he may be a four-eyed cunt, but he’s good, and I don’t mind losing to someone like that.” The young man levelled up his competition. “But you, you’re just pathetic…holding secret meetings with your enemy to make certain the girl you supposedly love gets humiliated.”

“What do you care if she gets humiliated or not?” spat the ginger. “You hate her as much as I do.”

“I don’t think I do,” Draco said casually. “So much for being a loyal Gryffindor. If there were a House made for jealous twats, I’m sure you’d have been sorted in – no questions asked.”

Weasley made an attempt to reach for his wand but Draco was too quick.

“One spell and you’re expelled from school,” the redhead reminded him. “Did you hear me or should I repeat that?”

“I heard you,” Draco said calmly, holding back with every bit of strength he had in him. “And trust me when I say I would make every freckle on your face light up like a Christmas Tree if given the opportunity. You’re lucky I have this restraining me.” The young man pushed up his sleeve to reveal a tattoo of a skull and snake on his left forearm. It was the Dark Mark. He lowered his wand, despite every urge telling him not to. “Now fuck off.”

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