Draco Get's His

Alright, I admit this was going to be a one shot but per your requests and a bit of time on my hands I decided to give you some plot.

Chapter 1

Draco grumbled to himself, chin resting on his arms and bright red ass sticking in the air. He’d returned from his chastisement to a very quiet Slytherin Common Room. Half of Slytherin were in the hospital with various magical maladies, but nothing permanent. He felt rotten about it. He’d led his fellow Slytherins into doom. At the same time he was glad he wasn’t the only one bitch slapped around by Potter and his goody-good squad. Though he’d gathered he’d been the only one spanked by them. Grr...

He’d stayed, standing thank you just the same, just long enough to not be suspicious when he’d made his good nights and swept to his private room. There were definite benefits to bunk in the Slytherin dungeons. Temperature was one of them...nice and cool for skin recently ignited...privacy was another for exposing said recently ignited skin. Sleep hadn’t really been an option so he’d had hours to ponder and plot and pout.

In reverse order, he’d had ample time to pout. As undignified as it might be, he’d spend half the night pouting and bemoaning his tortured posterior. It just wasn’t fair. Plotting, well any revenge had the innate drawback of either being back over Potter’s knees for round two of how to make a Malfoy cry...and there was no way he was stupid enough to invite that...or, to be publically humiliated as Potter would only have to hint about it and his blushing face would pretty much give it all away.

Pondering...well, actually he’d just started doing that and something had just occurred to him as he pondered just where in the hell he’d gone wrong. Not checking the area for burley Gryffindors, mistake number one. Being that easily cornered where half the school was waiting for him, mistake number two. Letting Potter get the jump on him with that silencing charm, mistake number three. He’d been needlessly cheeky while in a very compromising position and was thoroughly disgusted with his own stupidity, the mistake of all mistakes.

But no, it wasn’t his glorious mistakes that occurred to him...it was Granger. She’d been quiet, not entirely surprising. She’d figured out how to bore him to tears fairly quickly, taking all the fun out of tormenting. I mean, honestly, the whole point of taunting was to catch that surprised flinch and those misty eyes. Although had she been cooperating for the last two years, hell no. But no, it was something else. She’d been quiet for days, the male lions even more protective of her than usual. Odd.

Glancing at his perpetual tempus charm and burying his head in his arms, groaning. One hour. One hour until breakfast. One hour until his very public humiliation. But there was no way, none whatsoever, that he was going to disobey. Uh uh. Not this Slytherin. He was protecting what was left of his chaffed behind, thank you very much. Sighing softly, he very carefully crawled out of bed and padded to the bath for a cold shower.

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Draco paused to close his eyes and collect himself. He could do this. He’d
spoken up enough times in public, he was usually humiliating someone else was the only difference. < Alright, Draco, just go in there and do it. Potter will keep the Gryffindors off your back, just say your piece and flee the Hall in disgrace. Right.> He whimpered and banged his head lightly against the stone wall, the frowned and rubbed his aching forehead. < Okay, don’t do that again.> He nodded to himself and pushed open the door, Harry turning around to see him come in and nodding to him.

< I don’t wanna do this...I don’t and you can’t make me...okay, maybe you can but you can’t make me like it so take that, Potter. And no, that wasn’t pathetic.> Swallowing, he glanced at Pansy and Millicent who both frowned at him as he passed by their table and the Ravenclaws, three feet up the aisle until he was standing just behind and to the right of Hermione. In all honesty, what could he say to anyone that could possibly salvage this?

Harry leaned over and whispered softly into the Gryffindor Lioness’ ear,” Mione. Malfoy’s here.” She stiffened, sending him a questioning look,”...he’s here to apologize...” She looked over her shoulder and Draco noticed for the first time just how tired and worn out she was. Her hair was limp, her eyes bloodshot and perpetually sad. How had he missed this? Would he have cared before now was the question...and did he care? Yes. Why? No idea.

She shook her head silently at Harry again, going back to her meal. He was just close enough,” Are you sure, Mione? He’s-“

” No, Harry. It doesn’t mean anything.”

Draco frowned to himself, shifting on his feet as Harry turned a little to look at him and shrugged,” Guess you’re off the hook, Malfoy.” Eyebrows knitting together, Draco opened his mouth to question but swallowed it when Harry’s eyes hardened just a bit and silently mouthed ‘no’. He backed up a step, nearly into Ravenclaw but caught himself and pivoted on his heel, walking out of the Hall without a backward glance. Harry frowned to himself as he watched him go.

Draco patted his angry stomach but he didn’t slow down. There was a mystery to solve and apparently he was the only one who didn’t know anything about it. And as much as he prided himself in his Slytherin sneakiness there was just enough Ravenclaw in him to not be able to resist a good intrigue. He headed straight for the library and around Madam Pince, the old bat, and her enormous...attitude. Back into the stacks he searched for his secret stash, a grin of triumph spreading across his face when he found the loose board.

Checking left, then right, he took out his wand and tapped it lightly, a small chest appearing on top of it. Scooping up his treasure, he headed swiftly back out again and was only marginally tempted to rest her coffee mug on her...well, it might give her a hint to get off it once in a while.

Pansy and Millicent all but materialized at his side and he jumped, scowling at them. How those two bitches did that he had never been able to figure out. To make matters worse even if they were his best allies they kept it secret from him. Pansy coyly twirled her finger around a lock of hair,” Draco...we were wondering something...”

Frowning at the brunette. Coy did not work for her. She was as coy as she was subtle which was...not. Raising an eyebrow,” Which would be?” Pansy nodded to her cohort solemnly who moved so fast Draco couldn’t even anticipate what she was on about. Open palm met his cloth protected bum with a soft thud that wouldn’t have been deemed hard on his worst day. Unfortunately this day would be considered grave. And until the day he dies Draco will forever refuse to acknowledge that he screamed like a girl before whirling on the stout brunette with a snarl.


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