Sleepless Nights

CHAPTER SIXTEEN


Everyone was talking………


“It’s disgusting is what it is.” Pansy Parkinson said from behind Draco and Hermione. She and Blaise Zabini sat behind them in Advanced Charms.

“Leave it alone Pansy.” Blaise said wearily. The odd pairing of the Slytherin Prince with Gryffindor’s golden girl had everyone talking, and unfortunately for Blaise, it had winy-ass Pansy talking to him.

“What does he see in her, she’s not even pretty? And everyone knows he wanted to kill her.” She said, lifting her chin and pushing her pug nose even further in the air. Draco had shifted his chair so that it was touching Hermione’s. His arm was draped across the back of the chair and he was playing with one of her curls as they listened to Flitwick drone on about glamour charms.

“Pretty means little if the person is ugly on the inside.” Blaise said thoughtfully. He supposed he could see the attraction. Despite his screwed up beliefs, or former beliefs, Draco was extremely intelligent, and everyone knew Granger was a bloody genius.

“Ha! Pretty means a lot if you cant entice a man to perform.” Pansy snorted.

“From what I have seen, that doesn’t seem to be a problem.” Blaise said, he could see that Hermione was stroking Draco’s thigh, and once in a while you could see Draco squirm in his chair. “Besides, she’s not that bad. She has a hot figure, and her lips are amazing.”

“Ewww! You don’t mean that, do you?”

“Wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t.” He could hear Pansy’s gasp of dismay when Draco leaned over and kissed Hermione’s ear, whispering something that made her turn her head and smile softly before giving him a quick peck on the lips.

“What do you think that was about?” Pansy asked. Draco never kissed her in public, he rarely even held her hand or showed her any sort of attention unless it was for a quick shag.

“Probably making arrangements for another shag fest.” Blaise said wryly.

“You don’t think they’re….no, she’d never let him.” Pansy said rather smugly. “She doesn’t have what it takes to handle a relationship like that.”

“From what I hear, she handles him just fine….at least if the noises coming from the broom closet were any indication.” Blaise laughed as he recalled walking down the path near the quidditch pitch and suddenly hearing a loud, masculine groan coming from inside the broom cupboard. He stood there for several moments before Draco and Hermione had stumbled from inside, faces flushed and clothes awry.

“I don’t believe it.” She huffed, jealousy eating at her insides.



“You don’t think she’s shagging the ferret do you?” Ron leaned over and asked Harry in advanced potions.

“Not that it’s any of our business…but yeah, she’s shagging him alright.” Harry said, smiling. He saw Hermione pinch Draco’s bum when he leaned over to put an ingredient into the cauldron.

“Nah, not Mione, I tried for over a month to get in her knickers. That one’s frigid I tell you.” Ron said, nodding in Hermione’s direction.

“I don’t think that’s true.” Harry said, as he watched Draco slide his hand beneath Hermione’s robe. He couldn’t see what he was doing, but he had a pretty good idea by the way Hermione jumped.

Why? What do you know?” Ron asked, his voice rising slightly.

“Draco was late getting to the field yesterday. He came flying in like a bat out of hell, his face all red and sweaty, his hair sticking up off his head, and he was sporting a rather painful looking hickey on his neck.” He gestured towards Draco and Ron could see the mark peeking over Draco’s collar.

“Doesn’t mean anything, you can get a hickey from snogging.” Ron insisted on living in denial.

“Yeah, but I also heard from the Fat Lady, who heard it from Sir Cadogan, who heard from the mermaid that Draco and Hermione were practically shagging up against the wall on their way back to the head dorm, and that once inside, you could hear the moaning and carrying on.” Harry smiled evilly when he saw Ron pale slightly. “Rumor has it she calls him Dragon, screams it actually, loud enough for people to hear on the grounds and everything.”

“No, I refuse to believe it….if she’s so into it, why did she put me off for so long?”




“And here I was worried they were going to kill one another!” McGonagall said as she paced the floor of her office.

“Calm down Minerva, that rug is very old, it would be a shame for you to wear a hole in it.” The portrait of Albus Dumbledore said.

“How can I calm down! My head boy and head girl are…well, god only knows what they are doing up there!”

“They are both of age, and it’s not as though it hasn’t happened before.” Albus said.

“But Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy? Can you imagine a more explosive combination?”

“From what I hear the explosions are of the very best sort.” Albus replied.

“Oh dear, Albus, what if this ends badly?” She asked, worried.

“They are young, and apparently in love Minerva. If it ends, and there is nothing that says they wont live happily ever after, then it will end as it is meant to, badly or otherwise.”

“Maybe I should move them back to their houses.” Minerva said, chewing her lip.

“I wouldn’t suggest that. They have privacy in their dorm, and they are getting on just fine. Leave them be and don’t worry so much about it Minerva.”

“Easy for you to say Albus.”

“Don’t forget, we were young once too.”

“I wonder if he’s a good kisser.” Lavender pondered aloud as she and Ginny sat in the library staring at Draco and Hermione. Draco was stretched out on a sofa, his head in Hermione’s lap as he read from a book propped on his chest. Hermione had her own giant tome sitting on the arm of the sofa while her fingers idly combed through his platinum hair.

“Hermione said it’s like someone breathing fire down her spine, intense and completely out of control.” Ginny sighed dreamily as she imagined such a kiss.

“So you’ve talked to her?” Lavender asked curiously. Draco lifted up his head and stole a quick kiss, making Hermione laugh. “Gosh, he looks so in love with her.”

“Yes, she’s like my closest friend. And he is, he tells her constantly.” Ginny said, smiling at her friend.

“What has she told you?”

“They have been together for awhile, they kept it a secret because of the way everyone acts towards Draco.”

“So the dance wasn’t their first date.”

“No, but it was when he told her he loved her and when…..well, let’s just say it was special.” Ginny smirked.

“No!” Lavender’s eyes widened.

“Yup.” Ginny said with a smile.

“How was it, did she say?”

“I believe what she said was, “I am still waiting for my toes to uncurl.”

“Wow, lucky girl.” Lavender said on a mournful sigh, wishing it were her.




“How do you think the dance went?” Narcissa asked Lucius as he read his paper at the table.

“Draco said it was fine.” He said as he folded the paper and reopened to the new page.

“So you spoke to them?”

“Just Draco. He stopped in earlier to get something.” Lucius said, not really interested in chatting with Narcissa.

“Well, did he say anything else?” She pressed.

“Ron Weasley lost his head, Potter invited him to play Quidditch.”

“Oh, well it would be good for Draco to get in nice with Potter.” Narcissa said.

“Looked like he had a good night, if the mark on his neck was any indication.” He drawled, smiling when he heard Narcissa gasp.

“Was he injured?”

“No, it was a love bite.” Lucius smirked.

“Oh…well I happen to know that they haven’t done THAT yet.” Narcissa said, feeling somewhat smug at knowing something her husband didn’t.

“Maybe they hadn’t the last time you spoke to them, but I can assure you that things have changed.” Lucius knew he was a bastard for taunting her so, but one couldn’t expect him to change completely could they?

“Oh, I hope she’s alright, maybe I should go see her…”

“You will do no such thing Narcissa. What young woman wants her lover’s mother storming in and asking her how it went when she shagged his son?” Lucius rolled his eyes and turned the page. “Leave them be.”

“But…”

“Leave them be.” Lucius said, his arctic eyes narrowing to emphasize his point.



****Just a little bit of the talk surrounding Hermione and Draco...........