If This Were A Normal Day...

Chapter 8
Pansy Gets An Eye Full


Draco woke up with a mouth full of hair. At first, he was slightly angry, thinking that maybe Pansy had sneaked back into his room. But the memories of last night slowly drifted back to him.

The expressions on her face, the feel of her skin, the taste of her lips.

He nuzzled his face into the back of her neck and smelled her hair.

She was sleeping peacefully, her chest rising and falling slowly.

He contemplated waking her up, but instead, untangled himself from her arms and headed for the shower.

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Hermione stirred and groped along the other side of the bed for Draco. He wasn’t there.

She frowned, thinking he had just abandoned her there, then distinctly heard the sound of the shower in the distance.

She sat up and gasped. Her abdomen ached horribly and there were slight traces of blood on her inner thighs.

“It was worth it.” she thought, giving herself a reassuring mental nod.

She stood up and thought about dressing.

“Nah.” mind replied.

She wrapped Draco’s bed sheet around herself and headed for the bathroom.

When she entered, she could see the faint outline of him letting the water slide off his face behind the shower curtain.

She let the sheet fall to the floor before slipping in behind him.

He didn’t take note of her presence until she naked her arms around his waist. She felt his body jump at the contact.

He spun around to face her.

“I didn’t mean to startle you.” She said, suddenly very uncomfortable with the whole situation.

“Maybe this was a bad idea.” she suddenly thought. Last night was very spur-or-the-moment. Maybe it didn’t hold as much meaning for him as it had for her.

All her concerns were washed away when Draco took her in his arms and kissed her softly.

She smiled and relaxed into his kiss as he proceeded to refresh her mind as to the events of last night.

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Pansy entered the common room quietly. At first, she checked Draco’s bedroom. There was no sign of him.

Then, she smiled as she heard the shower running.

She walked over to the bathroom door and hesitated.

“What if its Granger?” she thought. “I really and truly have no desire to see her naked ass this early in the morning, but I have quite a desire to see Draco’s.”

She bit her bottom lip before deciding that Hermione was probably off at the library or busy cramming head farther up McGonagall’s ass.

“If thats even possible.” Pansy thought with a smirk.

She made up her mind and confidently opened the door. She slipped out her robes and walked over and pulled back the shower curtain to find Hermione with her legs wrapped around Draco, going at it up against the shower room wall.

“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!?” Pansy screeched.

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Draco was so surprised by the entrance of the new girl that he dropped Hermione, letting her hit the floor with a hard thud.

“Shit” he thought. He thought about maybe helping her up, but couldn’t move. He just stood there wide-eyed and slack-jawed staring at Pansy.

Pansy was looking disbelievingly back and forth between him and Hermione.

Draco quickly regained his composure, wrapped a towel around himself.

“Get out of here, Pansy.” he commanded, pointing toward the door for emphasis. “And where exactly are your clothes??”

“I am not leaving this dormitory until I get an explanation.” she hissed in a dangerously calm voice, seemingly completely unaware that she was standing there in the buff.

“I owe you no explanation, but if it will get you out of here, go to my room. I’ll be in shortly.” he replied, his voice holding the same volatile property as Pansy’s.

Pansy cast a disgusted look at Hermione before gathering her clothing, turning sharply and marching out of the bathroom.

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Hermione was glowing a fluorescent shade of red.

“And the hits just keep on coming.” she thought.

“I think I’ve had more embarrassing experiences with you than I’ve had with anyone else. Hell, with everyone else I know combined!” she muttered.

He reached a hand down and lifted her off the floor.

He just kind of looked at her.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were with Pansy?” she asked, feeling a slight twinge of anger.

He sighed deeply.

“I’m not with Pansy, but try telling her that.” he replied.

Hermione cracked a smile.

“So what are you going to do?” she asked curiously.

“I’m going to have a long, firm heart to heart with her and pray she doesn’t kill me.” he responded. “And if that doesn’t work, I’m going to scream at her.”

“Well,” Hermione said. “Good luck with that.”

“Thanks for your support.” he replied. She watched him dress quickly and leave the bathroom.

“Maybe its best if I hide in my room where she doesn’t know that password......and its safe.” Hermione thought.

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Draco entered his room to find Pansy sitting on his bed.

As if she had just had a sudden, horrible revelation, she jumped up and looked at the bed disgustedly.

“Pansy...” he began.

“Oh don’t you Pansy me!” she shrieked. “I truly can not believe what I just witnessed in there. Its like its burned into my brain! I can still see it when I close my eyes!! It makes me want to rip them out!”

Pansy was borderline hysterical.

“Get over it Pansy” he stated, quite annoyed.

“So us, you and me,” she began. “We mean nothing.”

“There never was a ‘you and me’!” He said. “You thought there was, I really didn’t have the heart to tell you any different. I never had a reason to tell you any different. Not to sound cruel, but you were a fun ride. And now the ride is over. Lets all go home.”

“Well, you know Draco, this ‘fun ride’, as you put it is not the one soiling her family name by fucking a mudblood!” Pansy spat. “How could you do that?? What would your father say if he could see you now? Does his death mean nothing to you??”

Draco was now quite enraged.

“Yes, it does mean something to me!” he screamed. “It means I’m free to associate with whom I choose. It means I don’t have him constantly breathing down my neck! It means I don’t have to hear my mother cry at night after he\'s beaten the hell out of her and stormed off to another part of the manor!”

Pansy fell silent. He had never really spoken of his feelings on his father’s death, but now that its started, it was like damn bursting.

“I had him breathing down my neck since the second I entered this place and now its over. And I don’t need you as his replacement, thank you very much. So if you would kindly collect yourself and get the hell out of my bedroom I would appreciate it immensely!!!!”

Pansy’s mouth hung open. She straightened herself up and wiped the tears from her eyes.

“Fine Draco,” she began quietly. “Have it your way. That\'s the way it always is, isn’t?”

She turned and left, slamming the door loudly behind her.

Draco was thoroughly enraged.

His head was spinning. He couldn’t handle it. He walked over to his bed and slid out a shiny metal box and removed his only means of relieving stress.

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Hermione heard the whole thing through the wall. She was aware his father had died in Azkaban Prison, but she guessed at the time there really wasn’t a reason to care.

She heard the door slam, announcing that Pansy had indeed left the building.

“I wonder if I should check on him?” she thought. “Hell, today can’t get any worse, why not?”

She walked over to his portrait and pecked on it lightly to the portrait’s dismay.

“Draco?” she called.

He opened the door. He was covered with sweat and looking very dazed.

“Are you alright?” she asked, reaching out and touching his left arm gently. It was wet.

She pulled back her hand and looked at it. It was blood.

“Draco! You’re hurt!” she cried. “Did Pansy do this?!”

Draco looked away. He turned and walked back into his room and Hermione followed.

She noticed the metal box half-way under the bed. In it was a bloody cloth and razor blades.

Hermione grabbed the wall for support. She couldn’t believe her eyes.

“You......” she began. “You do this to....yourself?”

“Yes, and now you know. 10 points for Gryffindor.” he sneered rudely at her. He walked over and sat down on his bed, wrapping the dirty, bloody cloth around his arm.

“Draco!” she cried. “What is wrong with you??”

“There\'s nothing wrong with me.” he whispered.

“Normal people don’t just go around slicing their arms open!” she screamed.

“Yea, and normal people don’t just throw themselves out of Astronomy Tower windows either do they?” he answered.

“Wait.....” Hermione began. “Is that what you were sneaking off to the Tower to do?”

She thought for a moment.

“Why didn’t you just do it in your room?” she asked curiously.

“I don’t know, Hermione.” he scoffed. “I guess I like a good view when I’m mutilating myself.”

“Ok, so we’re not normal.” she stated. Hermione sat down beside him. “What do we do about it?”

“I don’t know.” he whispered.

She looked at him, annoyed.

“Ew, you’re going to get it infected. Just...I don’t know, put that nasty thing down or better yet, burn it!” She disappeared to the bathroom and returned with bandages and peroxide.

“Here, let me do it.” she said, taking hold of his arm.

He winced and attempted to pull it away.

“Its ok.” she said. He reluctantly extended it to her.

She rolled up his sleeve and gasped. There were fine scars trailing all the way up his forearm.

“How did I miss these?” she thought. “I guess I really wasn’t paying attention to his arm.”

The gash was deep, but not that bad. She poured the peroxide on it and began to wipe it.

“Ouch!” he cried.

“Don’t be a baby.” she stated.

She continued to doctor his arm while he frowned at her.

“I think you\'re going to live.” Hermione said, patting his arm once it was fully bandaged.

He gave her a small, sad smile before rolling down his sleeve to conceal it.

He lay down on his bed and she curled up next to him.

“See??” cried the voice in her head. “See what you’ve got yourself into?? You wanted a hot Quidditch player and now you have a raving psycho! Well congratu-fucking-lations, Hermione!”

“Shut up.” she told the voice, before falling asleep.