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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 9- Helping Hand
Friday October 29^th, 1999 07:22am
“You have got to be fucking kidding me!” Draco groaned and gripped his head as it pulsed in agonizing pain.
He began sobbing loudly as he began to feel sick to his stomach from the aching pain throbbing in his skull. He couldn’t even open his eyes to grab his wand off the night stand as he curled into a ball and cried. Due to the pulsing pain, he never heard the knocking at his door or Theo shouting as he tried to break through the lock to no avail. But luckily for Draco, Hermione opened the door with a simple wave of her wand and found the blonde sweating profusely on his sheets while weeping into his forearms.
“Malfoy? What the hell happened?” Hermione asked in alarm as she rushed over to him. She sat down on his bed and gently pushed the damp hair out of his face before turning back to the group of people gathering in the doorway. “Someone run and grab Madam Pomfrey! Hurry!”
Harry pushed himself away from the crowd of eighth years and ran down the stairs quickly as he raced towards the hospital wing. A few moments later, the matron of the school came rushing into the room with a satchel full of potions.
“What happened?” she asked as Hermione stood to make room for the nurse.
“We don’t know” Hermione replied with worry lacing her tone. “Nott heard wailing and when he couldn’t get into the room, I opened it to find Malfoy like this. Is he going to be alright?”
“I hope so” the witch replied in concern while looking over Draco to check for any visible wounds. “What hurts, Mr. Malfoy?”
‘Merlin, make it stop!’
“My head!” he cried out as he clamped his fists tighter against his forehead, trying to block out the light.
‘Please! Make it stop!’
“Ms. Granger, grab the salamander blood from my bag, please.” Hermione reached into her case and pulled out the vile the nurse needed before quickly handing it over. “I am unfortunately out of Wiggenweld potion after that nasty Quidditch game last week, so this will have to do…Open up, my dear boy.”
‘It hurts! Gods, it hurts so badly!’
Draco tried his best to fight through the pain as he slowly stuck out his tongue. Madam Pomfrey trickled a few drops of the blood into his mouth before sealing the vile back up and setting it on the end table.
“I need a cold damp cloth…and someone please dim the lights in here!”
Theo rushed down the stairs to the bathrooms that sat hidden in the back of the common room and quickly grabbed two washcloths off of a towel rack before wetting them with cold water. He then ran back up the stairs to see Hermione had lowered the flickering sconces so it was basically dark in the dorm before handing the cloth to the healer now sitting next to Draco on the bed. The matron witch placed one washcloth on the back of Draco’s neck before placing the second on top of his forehead.
As the cold seeped through his skin, his headache subsided some but was still not completely gone. However, it was well enough that the Slytherin was able to stop crying and roll onto his back.
“I will inform the Headmistress but first I need someone to watch over him as I speak to her.”
‘Hermione…Please let it be Hermione’
“I’ll do it” Harry declared softly before anyone else had the chance to say anything. “I can monitor him” he finished as he raised his hand slightly to show the nurse who had spoken, causing everyone in the room to look at him in disbelief and Hermione to purse her lips in irritation.
‘NO!’
“That would be wonderful, Mr. Potter, thank you. As for the rest of you, please give the boy some space and head on to breakfast. You all look a bit frail if I do say so myself; your friend will be just fine.”
“Oh, he’s not all of our friend “Ron chimed from the back of the crowd still in the door way of Draco’s bedroom.
“Ronald!” Hermione scolded. “Have some tact and go down to breakfast!”
‘That’s my girl!’
“Whatever…I was just being honest.”
‘Honestly annoying’
“And your honesty is not needed!” Theo snapped as he glared angrily at the red-head with his arms crossed.
“All of you, out…now!” Madam Pomfrey insisted before shaking her head in disappointment.
‘Thank you!’
The group scattered quickly leaving Theo, Hermione and Harry alone in the room with Draco and Madam Pomfrey.
“Is-is it alright if I stay too?” Hermione asked kindly. “I mean…in case Harry needs some help.”
‘Yes…Please stay’
“Sorry, Ms. Granger, but I only need one of you here. Besides, I need you and Mr. Nott, to accompany me to the Headmistress’s office so that you can tell her what occurred in your own words.”
“But-”
“No but’s, Ms. Granger. Now off you go.”
‘Fuck! Ugh, now I have to be alone with Potter? This blows harder than…You know what? I’m not even going to finish that thought.’
Theo began walking out of the room, but Hermione stayed rooted where she was with a worried expression plastered on her face as she played delicately with her fingers.
‘I’ll be okay, Hermione. I’ll make all of this up to you…I promise.’
“I’m fine, Hermione. You can come back later to check on me, alright?” Draco stated through a soft sigh causing everyone’s eyes to widen in shock. “Yes, I said her first name…shocking I know. Can I rest now?”
“Of course” Pomfrey replied gently while shaking the idea of Draco and Hermione finally getting together from her mind. “I’ll see to it that someone brings you both some food. Hopefully that will help with the pain. Get some rest and in case we aren’t back in an hour Mr. Potter, please give three drops of the salamander blood to Mr. Malfoy if the migraine doesn’t cease or if it worsens.”
“Yes, ma’am” Harry answered with a bow of his head before moving the chair from behind the door to the side of the Slytherin’s bed.
Madam Pomfrey ushered Hermione and Theo out of the room, leaving the ex-arch rivals alone. Draco sucked in a small breath as the two awkwardly ignored each other in silence for quite some time before Harry decided to speak up.
“How’s your head?” he asked gently.
‘Small talk…I hate small talk.’
“Better…” the Slytherin Prince replied as he held onto the rag resting over his forehead. “Why did you volunteer to watch me?” he questioned while turning his gaze to the raven-haired boy to his left. “I’m almost positive Hermione would have happily stayed instead and if I’m being honest, I would rather have her company than yours…no offense.”
“Why are you calling her by her first name, Malfoy? You’ve done nothing but ignore her since we got off the train in September. I am assuming you know how she feels about you since it’s been obvious to the entire school, but I am not about to let you hurt her.”
‘I don’t want to hurt her. That’s that last thing I want to do’
“Hurt her? Why the bloody hell would I hurt her?” Draco asked as he removed the cloth from his head and raised a brow in confusion.
“I don’t know if this headache thing is some ploy to get her to fall for one of your pathetic pranks-”
‘Merlin, if you only knew the half of it’
“What the fuck are you talking about Potter?” Draco inquired, cutting the Gryffindor off before he could say something to piss him off.
“Is this a prank, Malfoy? Are you trying to use Hermione’s feeling for you against her and embarrass my best friend?” Harry pressed dolefully. “Because she really freaking likes you and it would crush her if this is some sort of joke to you.”
“Where is this coming from, Potter? I literally woke up with a pounding headache. I wouldn’t have had time to create some escapade to trick her. And how would I even know that she would want to stay and take care of me? Is that why you volunteered so quickly; you wanted to make sure I wouldn’t hurt her?”
“You calling her by her first name is enough to convince her to want to stay.” ‘Really? Hmm.’ But that’s not why I volunteered to watch you, Malfoy. I actually wanted to talk to you alone about Hermione.”
‘Oh no…not your “don’t ruin her” speech again. Please, anything but that speech again!’
“And you couldn’t have thought of a better time to talk to me? Like legit any other time that I’m not stuck in a bed?”
“I saw an opportunity so I took it. It’s not like you’re ever alone any other time and I highly doubt you would be willing to talk to me without your Slytherin friends around.”
‘Oh, Potter… I am willing to do pretty much anything to get out of this shite mess.’
“Well, it turns out I actually wanted to talk to you too” Draco replied as he tried to sit up.
Harry stood from his chair to help the blonde rest his back against the headboard as he took the cloth from around Draco’s neck and placed it on the night stand before sitting back down.
“See, it all works out then, I guess” Harry replied as he shrugged his shoulders.
‘Merlin, how right you are.’
“Potter…” Draco began as he bit the inside of his cheek in hesitation. “I promise you, I am not larking on Hermione, nor will I ever. I know how she feels about me and before I woke up, I realized…”
‘Do I tell him? Will it help him trust me more?’
“What?” Harry inquired while raising a brow.
“I realized I like her too” Draco continued while looking down to his hands. “And I don’t mean as a friend. I mean I really like her…Actually…no…”
‘Just say it, Draco! Get over your coward-ness and just admit it!’
“No?”
“No…I-I love her” he finished as he raised his eyes to Harry’s shocked ones. “I love everything about her. The way she reads a book and then has to tell you every little interesting thing she came upon, the way she smiles like there is nothing in the world that can bring her down…the way she sticks up for you and-and Weaselby, her stubbornness” he scoffed “the way her eyes sparkle in the candle light and you can see the little golden flakes that float in the sea of brown…”
“If…If that’s how you feel, Malfoy, then why have you been shoving her away every time she tries to talk to you?” Harry asked stunned.
‘I really don’t want or have the time to explain my predicament again.’
“It’s a really long story…Maybe one day I’ll tell you, but not today. Today, I just need to help some people; you being one of them.”
“Me?” Harry questioned in surprise as he held a finger to his chest. “What do I need help with?”
“What don’t you need help with?” Draco stated with an eye roll but quickly lowered his head when Harry shot him an evil glare and he had realized he said his thought out loud. “Your relationship” he concluded as he glanced back up.
“My-my relationship? There’s nothing wrong with Ginny and I!” the raven-haired boy snapped.
“I’m not saying there is, Potter. I am just saying that there is something you most likely don’t know and I need to help you.”
“Why?”
“Why what?” Draco asked in confusion.
“Why would you help me in any way?”
“Because you’re best friends with Hermione and I made a promise to help her…She doesn’t know it yet, but she will.”
“What’s in it for you?”
‘Everything’
“So, you believe that there is something you’re not seeing in your relationship?” Draco asked with a smirk.
“I-I…well Ginny has been sort of distant lately” Harry began, but his eyes grew wide in shock and confusion “Are you trying to tell me-” When he stood up, Draco realized instantly that Harry assumed the worst. Sighing softly, he quickly cut off the dark-haired boy.
“Weaslette isn’t cheating on you, Potter. Calm down. It’s not like that…Look” Draco continued as he adjusted himself on the bed. “I need you to not freak out when I tell you this, alright? Can you do that? Cause I am in no position right now to chase after you.”
‘But I will if I have to. I’m not messing this day up again.’
Harry nodded his head with a sorrowful expression before slowly sitting back down in his chair.
“O-okay…Is it bad?” he questioned with worry in his voice.
‘Alright, how do I word this so he will understand?’
“Potter, I know you are well off, not as well off as me, but well off. However, I want you to keep in mind that money isn’t everything. It won’t buy you friends; it can’t buy you love or happiness and it can’t buy you a family that is willing to do anything for you. You have everything I never did. You have Weasley and Hermione who have your back no matter what, you have an extended family that took you in the minute you stepped into their home…and you have Weaslette. The one girl who has and will always show you love.”
“What are you trying to say, Malfoy? I don’t understand.”
“I’m saying that you are something I never really had…something I always wanted but never really got.”
‘Please get it? I so do not want to blurt it out.’
“And that is…”
‘Merlin’s beard!’
“Someone, who is supposed to love you unconditionally.”
“Um, I’mmm still not following…”
“Gods you are thick! A father, Potter! You’re a father!”
“I’m-I’m a what?” he asked in a mixture of shock and confusion as he stood back up, and began to run his fingers through his black hair.
‘He may need to work on not being so daft if he’s going to survive a raising a child.’
“Your girl is pregnant” Draco admitted as he kept an eye on the Chosen One in case he decided to bolt from the room; ruining everything for the Slytherin. “That’s why she’s been distant. She doesn’t know how to tell you because she thinks you’re going to leave her.”
“Leave her? I would never do that to her!” Harry exclaimed while pacing the length of the room.
“I’m not the one thinking it…Okay can-can you sit down please? Your pacing is bringing my headache back.”
“Sorry” Harry stated with a sigh and he quickly retook his seat. “I just-I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with this information, Malfoy. I’m only seventeen! I’m too young for a child!”
“So? Do you know how many witches and wizards now a day’s have kids at seventeen and don’t have the financial means to care for them? Or even love them for that matter? You took down Voldemort for crying out loud, and all you’ve ever wanted was a family that wasn’t like that awful house I’ve heard about with a wretched spoiled cousin.”
“Who told you about Dudley? And honestly, how do you even know about Ginny?”
“I hear things-but that’s not the point. The point is, Potter, when you graduate you can have any job you want, buy next to any house you want, after I take my pick first that is, and have a loving family waiting for you when you get home. Don’t see this as a bad thing…see it as more of a gift.”
“I…When did you become so…caring?” Harry inquired with a raised brow.
‘If we’re being technical here, then since yesterday…or today…or…forget it. I know what I mean!’
“That’s a story for another time. Now, go talk to Weaslette and do me a favor…be nice about it and act shocked when she tells you. I’d rather not get slapped again for interfering in your relationship.” Draco stated as he gingerly moved to try and stand up.
“Slapped again? What ar-”
“Nothing, don’t worry about it. You can leave now.”
“I can’t leave yet” Harry replied as he tried to help Draco out of bed. “I have to wait until Madam Pomfrey returns.”
‘I need to talk to Hermione, dammit! I need you to leave!’
“Potter,” Draco began firmly while removing his arm from Harry’s grasp “I’m about to get naked now so I can change. If you would like to see my bare arse that’s fine by me, but I don’t think you do and I personally would feel more comfortable with you not in the room.”
Harry’s eyes widened in horror before he held up his hands and ran to the door as quickly as possible. However, the Gryffindor stopped suddenly, making Draco furrow his brows in confusion.
“Hey uh, Malfoy…” he said softly.
“Yeah, Potter?”
“Thank you.”
Draco nodded his head slightly but instantly stopped when a faint white glow emanated from the Gryffindor’s body before slowly encompassing his entire frame. It happened in a blink of eye but it was clear as day, stunning the Slytherin and making Harry eye him strangely.
“Are you okay?” Harry asked titling his head.
“I-I’m fine…Uh, sorry. Just wasn’t expecting a ‘thank you’ from you…but uh, you’re-you’re welcome, I guess.”
“Alright, I’ll see you in class then.”
“Yeah…Sure”
‘Did-did he really just glow? No…No I must be seeing shite. Yeah that’s it…’
Getting dressed as quickly as possible, Draco scrambled out of his bedroom and ran down the stairs two at a time. He marched through the common room but as soon as he was about to open the portrait, the door swung open to reveal Neville carrying a tray of food.
“Oh, hey Malfoy; you seem like you’re doing better” Neville cheerfully smiled. “I brought you some food” he stated as he held up a tray in the same fashion Harry had a few days before. “Mione said you should eat something filling, so I packed some extra bacon in there for ya! I hope that’s okay?”
‘Longbottom, you filthy son of a bitch!’ Draco scowled. ‘Who the bloody hell keeps trying to open a fucking door when it’s blocked? First you embarrass me by making me slip in the closet, then you fall on top of me, and then you fucking knock me out with a bleeding door, AFTER BREAKING MY NOSE! I would kill you if I didn’t need to fucking get out of this nightmare as soon as possible!’
“Longbottom,” he smirked with a tilt of his head “just the person I wanted to see!”
“Me?” Neville asked innocently. “Oh, because I was supposed to bring you food, of course!” he claimed as he walked past the Slytherin Prince and placed the tray on the coffee table in the center of the room.
“I don’t want the food; I want to talk to you. I wanna help you.”
‘Even after the shite you put me through.’
“Help me? I-I don’t understand” Neville stated as he put his hands in his pockets and narrowed his brows.
“Have a seat, Longbottom. This might take a while.”
“Uh…alright” Neville answered as he slowly sat down opposite of Draco.
“So, I heard you were having some girl problems” the blonde began as he leaned back and rested his left arm on the back of the couch like he was having a casual conversation with one of his friends. “Which girl is it?”
“I beg your pardon? I don’t know what you’re talking about!”
“Oh, calm down, Longbottom. I overheard it from a reliable little birdy so don’t worry, no one spilled your secret to me.”
‘Not like I would tell you that Hermione told me anyway.’
“What are you playing at, Malfoy?”
Draco removed his arm from the couch and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his thighs as he flicked his tongue against the inside of his cheek.
“Is it Lovegood?” he asked as he studied the snake killer before him. “I mean I know you two dated over the summer…Seems like every one who got together after the war broke up before school started again. Hm, odd…Anyway, I am willing to trade my expert services on wooing women for some information I know you know.”
“I-I don’t know anything, Malfoy, and I’m not having girl problems! Is this a prank or something? I don’t have to take this!” Neville claimed as he stood clenching his fists, but Draco could sense the nervousness in the boys’ voice and he was fully aware that the Gryffindor was afraid of him.
“SIT…DOWN…Now!” Draco demanded, causing Neville to cower slightly before slowly sitting. “Good, now what is wrong with Lovegood? Is she strange in bed? Bad kisser? Can’t think of a way to bone her? Oh, you never had sex before, is that it? That’s gotta be it! Okay, so I can try to walk you through the deed but you need to get her in the mood first. I’m thinking a romantic dinner with candles and maybe a few rose petals on the bed for later…females love that shite. Talk low and keep your eyes on her-but not too much because you don’t want to freak her out. Treat her like she’s the most beautiful thing in the room but remember, you have to look away to maintain that mysterious vibe women fall head over heels for. Here let me show you. You pretend to be Luna and I’ll hit on you…”
“Uh…Malfoy…” Neville said as his mouth fell slightly open and his eyes widened in confusion.
“What?” Draco questioned in annoyance. He felt like he was on a roll and actually able to help Neville pretty quickly, but the brunettes face began to turn red, making the Slytherin realize he was completely wrong about his problem. “You-I…” he sighed in embarrassment, before biting his lower lip, and once again studied the Gryffindor curiously. “You do like girls, don’t you? Or is it a guy that’s causing you trouble and ‘girl problems’ is just code for-”
“No! I-I like women!”
“There is nothing wrong if you didn’t, but if it’s not that then…is it actually doing the deed? Because I read some books I found the attic at the Manor over the summer and I can try to walk you through it…I mean it would have to stay between us but-”
“Malfoy! Shut…Up!”
“Excuse me?” Draco replied while angrily furrowing his brows.
‘I’m trying to help you, you daft twit! Don’t silence me!’
“I am having girl problems, yes…but I can’t tell you with who or-or how!”
“You can’t te…” Draco froze instantly when a memory flashed before his eye and he finally put everything together.
‘I can’t Mione…I wish I could, but I can’t.’
“The unbreakable vow…” he whispered as his eyes widened.
“What?”
“Of course!” Draco stated in excitement as he stood up and began to pace the length of the couch as he thought hard. “It all makes sense!”
“What makes sense? Malfoy?...I’m so confused…”
‘I just wanted to help,’ Neville said sadly ‘but I can’t say anything to anyone who has any sort of care for Ron, so it’s pointless. I’m out of here.’
“You tried to tell me!” Draco exclaimed as he stopped pacing and pointed to Neville.
“Tried to tell you what? I don’t know what’s happening!” Neville announced in anxiety induced confusion.
“You don’t have girl, girl problems…you have one girl problem. You made the Unbreakable Vow with Brown and you can’t tell anyone who has any sort of care for Weasley…That’s why you came back into the room. You thought you could tell me without Hermione being around.”
“What the bloody hell are you talking about?”
“But you wouldn’t have been able to say anything still…” Draco continued, ignoring the immense bewilderment engulfing the Gryffindor. “Theo told me the other day that he felt bad for Weasley because of what Brown was doing behind his back…Theo has some care for him so trying to tell me in front of my best mate, would have caused you immense pain or-or even death…But telling me alone…”
“I don’t understand what you’re getting at, Malfoy. How do you know all of this?”
“Don’t worry about how I know, just know that I can help you take down Brown. Theo isn’t here and neither is anyone else. I could give two shites about the weasel and I am only going to help him after you, so I can end the nightmare that you obviously know nothing about. I am not divulging any more details about it but trust me, Longbottom…I can help you. You just need to tell me who Brown is sleeping with.”
“If-if you can recall me saying something I don’t remember saying then there has to be more clues that were given. I wouldn’t just try to tell you unless I was aware of the fact that you were told more than you originally thought.”
“What do you mean?” Draco questioned while putting his hands in the pockets of his trousers.
“Are…and I’m just going off experience here, but are you stuck in a time-loop?”
“How-how do you know that? No one knows that but me!” Draco stated in shock.
“Well, I mean it makes sense. You know things you shouldn’t, that random headache this morning, and you suddenly calling Mione by her first name when just yesterday you refused to even speak to her. There’s also your mysterious need to want to help me and Ron.”
“How did you come to that conclusion just off those minor details?
“Simple…I was stuck in one last year” he shrugged “It’s a long story, but I basically relieved the day of the battle over and over again until I learned that I was the one who was supposed to kill the snake. First few days I was terrified, until I said screw it to everything, and thought about the things I could get away with. It wasn’t until I died so many times that I asked Luna for help and she found out that each death affected my body more and more. I almost died on the last day until I killed Nagini and the day stopped repeating. After I killed her, a faint glow appeared around the body of the snake and I knew I made it.” Neville explained as if it was something that happened more often than not.
‘A faint glow…so that means after I helped Potter, that I was given a sign of completing part of the wish!’
“How? How did you get stuck in a time-loop?”
“Oh, uh, from a broken time-turner I found it outside the Room of Requirement after it went up in flames.”
“When the trio saved me and Goyle…’
“I-it must have exploded out of the room after the Diadem was destroyed.”
“Yeah, I figured that out on my fourth day. And I know what you’re gonna ask. I relived that day…sixteen times, if I remember correctly.”
“Six-that means I only have three lives left!”
“You went through this thirteen times already?” Neville asked in awe. “Malfoy, you should have come to me sooner!”
“That’s the thing, Longbottom! I did on the third day…but you didn’t say anything. In fact, you acted like what I was telling the group was all new to you…”
“That’s probably because you didn’t get enough information to change the timeline. Time-loops are a tricky thing. They will only let you obtain a certain amount of information each day. The closer you get to fulfilling what it is you’re supposed to do, the more information you’re allowed to gather from certain people. It took me until day fourteen for Harry to tell me that the sword of Gryffindor contained basilisk venom that can destroy a horcrux. Any other time I asked, he acted like he had no idea what I was talking about. I actually had to place the sorting hat outside for the sword to appear in it later. That one took me a little while to figure out.”
“Okay, well I helped Potter already, so all I have left is to help you which I can only do if you tell me who Brown is sleeping with, in order to help Weasley. Then I can focus on helping stop someone from sabotaging Hermione’s potion in class before I take her to the Ball tonight.”
“You still have all of that to do and you only have three lives left to do it? Merlin’s beard, Malfoy! What the hell have you’ve been doing this whole time?”
“Well I was on a roll yesterday, until you knocked me out with a damn door!”
“Oh, sorry…Okay, so I can’t just tell you. It doesn’t work that way. Yes, technically I wouldn’t be breaking the vow because you don’t care about Ron, but you’re in a loop, Malfoy. That’s a whole different kind of magic we’re dealing with here. Who knows the outcome if for some reason I die telling you. I could possibly not come back. So, we have to play this right. You need to think back on all the clues you were given, because I am sure there were some, to figure it out on your own. Anything that seemed out of place, whether it was someone not in a room at a certain time or-”
“Wait!” Draco interrupted as he sat down and thought back to the third day when Pansy mentioned that Lavender went to the library to grab a book for her costume before thinking about Theo’s investigation as a chipmunk.
‘There was one person missing other than Brown when we all go back after class…and Theo said that he found knickers in…OH MY BASILISK IN A CHAMBER!’
“Terry!” Draco exclaimed as he quickly stood back up. “She’s sleeping with Terry fucking Boot!” Neville smiled widely as to not give away too much information, but it gave Draco just enough to go on that he now knew how to help everyone suffering under Lavender Brown’s reign of terror. “I need to talk to Weasley!” he announced as he began to make his way quickly to the portrait.
“Hey Malfoy!” Neville called out as he stood from the couch and put his hands in his pockets, making the Slytherin Prince stop instantly in his tracks and turn around. “Try not to mess it up. Ron won’t like it if you just blurt it out to him and for all we know, Lavender might not even be his main problem…Also, keep in mind, everything is connected. If your list is correct, helping Ron will aid you in helping Mione.”
“Got it!” Draco replied before turning back, but Neville once again stopped him. “What else, Longbottom?” he sighed in annoyance “I only have so much time to figure out a way to get Weasley to talk to me!”
“I just wanted to let you know, that I appreciate what you’re doing for me…So, thank you.”
Draco dropped his shoulders and was about to nod his head when a soft glow began to surround the Gryffindor just like it did with Harry not that long ago; showing the Slytherin that he had completed another part of the wish.
03:24pm
Draco spent the remainder of his day thinking of the best way to get Ron alone to tell him about his girlfriend. Problem was however, the last time he blurted out that Lavender was cheating, things didn’t end well. Draco had been drunk and spouting off information without proof…causing chaos everywhere he went. So, he needed to find a way to prove to the weasel that the girl was slimy skank without directly saying it.
For the time being, Draco went through class like normal and allowed himself to be blamed for Hermione’s potion once again. Luckily however, after helping Harry, Ginny, and Neville, the only accusations directed towards him were from Ron and a few classmates whom he didn’t know very well. It seemed that without having the Chosen One’s support, there weren’t as many people willing to rally behind the red-heads’ false allegations. He was still required to speak to Professor McGonagall in a few hours, but that was the least of his worries. For now, he was more determined to catch Lavender in the act…except he wouldn’t be alone when he did.
It took him until half way through Slughorn’s first speech to recall again that the dunce and Terry were both out of the common room at the same time after class. He concluded that their excuses for not being there when he was being berated by the rest of the eighth-years, were fabricated so the pair could meet up somewhere. Where though…was his problem.
On the way back to the common room, Draco quickly pulled Ron aside, causing everyone to stop walking and eye him skeptically.
“I just need to talk to him for a second” he announced with irritation in his voice. “Don’t worry; he will be just fine when I return him.”
“Get off me, you git!” Ron yelled as he tried to break Draco’s hold on his arm but failed miserably as the pale blonde tightened his grip. “I said, GET OFF!”
Realizing his struggle was futile, Ron wound his free arm back…readying yet another attempt to punch the Slytherin Prince. However, Draco had learned from the first three times the weasel had failed to knock him out and quickly threw his left hand up; catching Ron’s fist in his palm as it came barreling at his face.
“That’s quite enough of that” Draco stated flatly, his tone of voice sounding more like a growl in anger, making Ron’s eyes widen in surprise. “You’re not strong enough to hit me, Weasley, so just give it up already.”
Without saying another word, Draco released the Gryffindor’s hand before dragging him away from the group and into an empty alcove. Ron began cursing and screaming at him causing Draco to cover his mouth with his hand as he waited for Terry and his mistress pass by.
However, Ron began licking the inside of the Slytherin’s palm, forcing him to release his hold in disgust and wipe his hand down his pants to remove the vile saliva from his skin.
“That’s fucking disgusting, Weasley! Have you never heard of germs, you sick prat!” Draco whispered in anger.
“Why the bloody hell are you whispering?” Ron inquired with furry radiating from his reddened face. “You said you wanted to talk, you daft git! Not kidnap me and force me to stand so fucking close to you!”
“Shut-up already!” Draco retorted as he peered out of the thick drapes shielding the alcove. “If I could do this without being so fucking close to you I would, but I ran out of options” he stated firmly as he glanced back at the red-head “so tough fucking luck for both of us! Now, shut your damn mouth before I shut it for you!”
Ron was about to open his mouth to speak again, but Draco held up a hand stopping him when he saw Terry walking down the hall…perfectly healthy.
‘Thought you had a headache that wouldn’t go away, Boot?’ he scoffed.
Realizing this was his chance, he turned back to Ron who was now as red as a tomato, before lifting a finger to his own lips, reminding the aggravated Gryffindor to be quiet. Removing his hand from in front of Ron’s mouth he grabbed the red-heads’ sleeve and dragged him out of the alcove.
Staying a good distance behind the Ravenclaw, Draco and Ron followed Terry for about ten minutes through the corridors before the wizard stopped in front of the door leading to the Astronomy tower.
“Why are we following Terry, Malfoy?” Ron asked in a whisper, finally understanding that Draco wanted him to stay quiet as the boys hid behind a corner.
“Because he’s up to something and I want to know what it is” Draco lied while his eyes never steered from the Ravenclaw looking around to make sure no one was watching him, before opening the entrance to the tower.
“Why the bloody hell do you need me?”
‘Oh, my Salazar, does he ever stop talking!’
“It’s a long story, now shut-up!”
Draco pushed Ron out from behind the corner when Terry was out of sight and the pair quietly slipped through the door before ascending the Astronomy tower stairs. Once they reached the top, the Slytherin Prince made sure that Ron was in front of him so could witness Lavenders deceit and infidelity first hand. He half expected the Gryffindor to cry but the other half knew he would just scream and shout, maybe even sputter in fury at his girlfriend…never did he suspect the git to focus his rage on Terry.
“WHAT THE BLOODY FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?” Ron roared as his face changed rapidly from pale to red, to puce colors within only a matter of seconds…all while Draco watched from the doorway.
Crossing his arms and leaning against the wall, Draco’s signature smirk grew across his lips as his brows creased with mischief.
‘At least I get to see a show.’
Without warning, Ron rushed at Terry who quickly released a confound Lavender from his embrace and held up his hands in defense. The red-haired Gryffindor tackled the Ravenclaw to the ground before he wound his arm back and began attempting to punch Terry repeatedly in the face. The brunette wizard however, proved himself more than capable and blocked the blows before shoving Ron backwards onto the ground and standing up
Backing away from the pissed off red-head, Terry spat on Ron before turning around to check on Lavender who was crying near the railing of the tower. Draco’s face contorted in disgust, but it was quickly washed away when Ron stood up and wiped the spit from his face with the back of his hand.
“Fuck you, Boot! How could you both do this to me?” he yelled in fury.
“Us?” Terry replied callously. “You are the one who can’t take care of a girl, let alone your damn poor self! You never treated her right, you pathetic arse!”
‘What’s he trying to say…Oh, right! Weasley’s broke. Yeah, yeah, you can do better than that, Boot!’
“Get bent, you two-timing sleaze!” Ron retorted while breathing heavily. “I’ll fucking kill you!”
‘They really are terrible at name calling…’
“You can try, you weak little shite bitch!”
‘That’s…sort of better’
“I’ll show you weak, you insufferable waste of a soul!’
‘Ooo, good one! Point for Weasley!’
However, Draco’s smirk began to fade as Ron wound his right arm up again, clearly aiming to punch Terry in the face. The Ravenclaw took a step back as Ron’s knuckles whipped through the air and brushed passed his nose, but the red-head quickly recovered and shoved Terry heavily in the chest; pushing both him and Lavender backwards.
Lavender lost her balance as she stumbled, slamming hard into the railing of the tower…breaking the rungs…before falling fast over the edge with a terrifying scream. Draco dropped his arms as he stood up straight with wide eyes…glancing briefly at Ron’s and Terry’s fear filled faces.
‘Ahhh, FUCK…ME! You just lost a point weasel!’
Draco clenched his fists in frustration at his sides before storming up to the petrified boys, who had inadvertently just murdered Brown, briefly stopping to glare at Ron.
“You…Merlin, you really need to learn how to throw a fucking punch, Weasley! Gods, this is the last damn time I am saying this! Hermione hits harder than you! Now I have to start all over again!” he scolded while biting the inside of his cheek in irritation. “I really fucking hate you!” he growled.
With that said Draco shook his head in disappointment before he walked over to the broken railing and looked down at the broken body of Lavender Brown…which could barely be made out from where he stood. Turing around, he exhaled sharply as he shot daggers at the immobilized boys, before lifting his arms out to the sides, and falling backwards out of the tower.
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