Dragon Pox, Crabbe and Goyle with Dragon Pox. Naked Crabbe and Goyle eating cake with Dragon Pox. Draco winced at his own thoughts but let out a breath of relief when he was no longer pitching the largest of unmagical tents in his trousers. He ran his fingers through his hair concentrating on the snag and pull of the knots.
The Memories just weren't playing fair. If he wasn't getting stabbed, he was having someone else's wet dream of a memory and waking up to his own startlingly real version of it. Granger breathing heavily, his chest brushing against hers as they breathed together, her neck just millimetres from his lips and sweet Ancient Wizarding Ways of Merlin he'd been pressed between her legs, skirt hoisted up as though they just hadn't been able to wait, hadn't been able to keep their hands off each other. And when he thought about it they hadn't been able to keep their hands off each other; it had been Grangers lips on his, not Mina's, it would have been her hands grasping at him desperately, her thighs wrapped around his waist, the needy press of her against…
Dragon pox, Crabbe, and Goyle riddled with all the dragon pox whilst eating cake, whilst eating cake with Umbridge. Naked they're all naked! Taking a shaky breath, he whirled around and instantly wished he hadn't.
As if the burn of naked Mina on his retinas wasn't enough, now he had the sight of Hermione; cheeks red, lips wonderfully swollen, clothes rumbled, and skirt lifted to give him a more than pleasing view of her thighs. He'd almost forgotten how good they looked; memories of summer flickering vaguely in the back of his mind as he took in the sight before him. And Merlin what a sight, it made him want to sink back into previous positions and continue where left off because she was beautiful, stunning and he was a male teenage wizard.
This all felt new, too new, like everything he'd already felt about Granger had been doubled, trebled, because yes, Merlin he'd wanted her before, but now, now he wanted her. The noise he made was involuntary and sounded somewhat like a wounded animal. When he turned away he couldn't call to mind his naked friends eating cake with a demon amongst witches, because they paled into nothingness when compared to the sight of Know-It-All-Granger looking…looking, he fumbled for words and came up with nothing. He wanted to curse the Sensieve at the same time as hugging it and kissing it to within an inch of its bowl life. It was bad enough that he couldn't keep away from her, now he would have this little nugget of a moment on constant replay. He could have cried.
"Well we are no further forward, but at least they had some happy moments." He couldn't believe how calm she was, how composed, as if he hadn't just been hovering over her, as if they hadn't just seen two people from the past practically have sex, front row seats to that little shin-dig. To make it worse her shoulders started shaking with suppressed laughter.
"I don't see what's so funny." And he didn't but the sight of her smile made it virtually impossible not to smile too. She blinked at him a couple of times before shaking her head.
"Your face." She finally managed to say, spluttering somewhat half-heartedly.
"Full of compliments aren't you Granger?"
"Mmmhmm." Something about the way she hummed it made it difficult to laugh anymore because the air was heavy with something he didn't have a name for and she was looking at him like she could feel it too.
"We should get back." She said quickly, turning to the door and he nodded, hesitating only a moment before following her.
They walked silently for a while, Draco's hands in his pockets as he scuffed his shoes along the stone, trying desperately not to think about Granger waist deep in her own lake, looking at him the way Mina had looked at Edward, bottom lip distractingly tucked between her teeth.
"So…," Hermione stated, her voice standing unusually uncertain and he felt a flicker of hope that the whole situation had left her flustered too. He let out a nervous laugh, scratching the back of his neck and casting a quick glance her way. She was blushing prettily right up to her mane of hair and that sight made his grin widen, a matching blush colouring his cheeks.
"About earlier." She muttered, and his smile dropped, she was talking about their argument; the usual crap they seemed to go on about every time they tried to have a conversation.
"Ah the time-turner worthy conversation," He muttered sarcastically, and Hermione sighed. There was no anger or malice between them anymore, only a tiredness that seemed to settle on their shoulders and a strange energy in the air that made it difficult to look at her.
"You do realise I have other things to worry about than…" She gestured vaguely between them, "this whole situation."
"Yes, OWLS are coming up and we have the worst teacher imaginable shoving basic defence against the dark arts down our throats, and Harry…." She petered out, realising that she probably shouldn't be talking to Malfoy about Harry. Draco only rolled his eyes
"Of course, Potty, it's always something to do with that, Scarface." Hermione glared at him and he paused taking a deep breath. "Potter, what?" Hermione sighed.
"Oh, come on, it's not like you haven't heard the rumours." Draco didn't say anything but grimaced slightly; there was no doubt that the Slytherin common room was usually abuzz with rumours pertaining to the Gryffindor golden boy, most of which questioned his sanity and there was no doubt that he'd started some of them, hardly recognising them when they made their way back to him.
"So…you believe him then, about…you know?" Draco sniffed, feeling weirdly uncomfortable with the fact that Scarface was right, and he knew it. It was strangely difficult to square that realisation away in his mind.
"Of course, I do, why would he lie about something so terrible." She whirled around to face him, pointing her finger right in his face. "Something, something bad is coming and this time, this time we aren't going to be ready."
She looked worried and all he wanted to do was smooth the wrinkle of it on her forehead with his thumb, draw her face close to his and press his lips right against hers. Instead, he looked down at his shoes, once again scuffing one against the stone floor.
"Woah, Granger, okay," He held up his hand and Hermione slowly lowered her finger. With a shrug, Draco met her gaze.
"Kind of makes you wish there was a Lady Greengrass lurking around." He chuckled, the laughter dying quickly as he thought of his girlfriend, probably back in the common room talking to Theo. He really, really didn't want to think about her, not with Granger in front of him.
It took Hermione a while to understand his statement and even longer to realise what it meant. Bar the fact that she comfortable with him batting about his girlfriend's family name, she realised that he actually listened to her. He had remembered all the memories she'd recounted to him, even the little details. His statement had given her an idea, or the start of an idea.
"Yeah," she muttered thoughtfully, "it is a shame." She looked up at him and blushed instantly at the sight of him looking down at her, smiling in the softest most wonderful way.
Quickly he looked away, coughing uncomfortably and scratching the back of his neck, which seemed to be itching all night.
"I guess…I guess I better, you know, get going." He mumbled pointing behind him awkwardly and taking two steps back.
Hermione felt herself begin to panic a little; he was leaving and all they'd done was argue and she didn't remotely feel like arguing anymore. Strangely she felt as though she wanted to step into his space and breathe him in like Mina had with Edward only moments before. The heady scent of Edward had been like nothing she could have described to anyone, but it had felt like a whole world of things, breathing it had elicited all the comfort of home, the same heart-stopping excitement Mina felt with every kiss and a desire that was shocking in its intensity. As she watched the Slytherin walkway she wondered if breathing Draco would feel the same.
"Malfoy." She shouted his name and instantly regretted it. Firstly, there was nothing she could think to say to him, her mind too busy berating her for the rather sickening train of thought she'd hopped aboard merrily and secondly, she was struck dumb by the hope on his face when he'd turned to her.
"What can I do for you, Granger?"
She absurdly found herself giggling when he wiggled his eyebrows. Giggling? It was as if she had entered some nightmare where Lavender 'boy-mad' Brown had taken over her body. Even Malfoy seemed moderately surprised, pausing a little as he walked back towards her, a strange expression crossing his face.
"Hmmm." She answered hoping that her voice didn't betray the fact that the way he was looking at her made her heart beat super-fast in her chest.
"Granger look I've…" He paused when he turned his head, eyes widening in horror.
"Oh, shitting Merlin, hide!" He hissed stepping into her space and bustling her down the corridor to the nearest door, which once again turned out to be, yet another Broom Cupboard. The fact that they always seemed to find them in their hour of need, was not lost on either of them.
"What the…?" Hermione mumbled but stilled into silence when Draco raised his fingers to his lips and she realised they looked super soft and were a lot closer than normal.
She stepped away dizzily as she realised her lavender-Esche imaginings had come true – his scent was almost overpowering. It was nothing like Edwards, but nothing like anything else either. She wondered how she hadn't noticed it before, because it was amazing, exhilarating and, she kind of wanted to step closer and bury her nose in his sweater.
"He can't see me with you," Draco muttered to himself as he leant down to peak through the keyhole, freezing when he realised the present company.
"What?" Hermione's daze was lifting somewhat, her eyes sharpening as she focused her gaze on the side of his face.
He straightened quickly, glancing around at their surroundings; old models of broomsticks that looked as though they'd struggle sweeping a floor let alone flying, buckets and various odds and ends that appeared to have once to belonged to something, but what that something was, was anyone's guess.
"How many are there of these things…looks a bit like the last one," he paused a moment running his hand over the bricks behind him, "might even be the last one." He gave Hermione a small rueful smile and for a moment he thought that his distraction had worked its magic.
"What?" Draco tipped his head closer.
"There are Nineteen of these cupboards throughout the castle, not counting the two which are hidden."
"Nineteen. That doesn't seem right." He whispered back, genuinely stumped by the answer.
"It's in Hogwarts a History, now, tell me what you said."
"Hogwarts a Hist - Merlin I really need to read that book."
"Malfoy," She warned, her whisper somehow sounding more threatening than her actual voice.
"Think there's a copy of it at home."
Hermione took a deep breath and stepped into his space, watching with a certain amount of triumph as Draco sucked in a breath. Tingles of magic spark at all the places their bodies touched, and Hermione was almost distracted again, taken back to the situation they'd been stuck in only moments before, his body pressed flush against hers…She shook her head slightly, her gaze turning steely as she looked up at him.
"What did you say?"
Draco sighed, running his hand through his hair and leaning his shoulders against the bricks behind him, hoping to create at least some distance between them.
"What about him?"
"He can't see us together." Hermione had thought he's initially said something to that extent, but the idea of it had been ludicrous.
"But we're prefects," she muttered dumbly, cursing herself for not at least sounding like her usual intelligent self. Draco sighed, lifting his hand to once again rearrange his hair, the tips of his fingers brushing her arm.
"It has nothing to do with us been prefects."
"What is it to do with the…" Her voice petered off when they heard Snape's footsteps approaching. She could feel Draco's gaze on her and, when she looked at him, she felt as though all the oxygen had been sucked out of the room.
There were moments, rare moments, when everything pretentious and pompous about Draco Malfoy seemed to melt from him, dropping out of existence as if it had never infuriated her, leaving all the good that he was, all the good that he could be to smack her around the face and leave her dumbfounded. Standing there in yet another broom cupboard she experienced one of those moments. He was staring at her like he saw everything he wanted within her eyes, the way Edwards' eyes had found Mina's and looked into them with such; want, need, lust, love, heartache, wonder, beauty…she could go on, and all of it felt like a little too much for their small space.
She stepped back, and the spell seemed to break, Draco Malfoy shut up shop and looked away, his jaw clenching as he looked at the door and Snape's footsteps faded. After a moment of silence, he answered her.
"I can't tell you."
"What do you mean you can't tell me?" Hermione whispered back furiously as Draco slowly opened the door and poked his head round it.
"You're a smart witch, Granger, what do you think it means." He stepped out of the cupboard quietly and Hermione hastened to follow him.
"Why can't you tell me?" He put his finger to his lips, hoping to keep her voice from rising to that shrill level she so liked to abuse his ears with. Hermione's attention was once again drawn to his lips, her thoughts mildly interrupted by questions over the feel and the taste. She gritted her teeth and looked at him furiously.
"Will just you tell me?"
"Always with the questions," Draco muttered, shaking his head slightly, a small smile playing on his lips, "Look I would if I could."
"Of course, you would," Hermione scoffed in disbelief, hands flying to her hips.
"I would. Look, Granger, as hard as this is for you to believe and trust me, it's pretty hard for me to believe too, I want to tell you, I really do." Hermione was shocked to find herself actually believing him. It all seemed so strange, she felt as though she was still within the memory, holding the mysterious rock towards Edward, watching him shake his head in reply to the simple question of Where did you find it? That was not for their time, maybe this was not for theirs.
"Honestly Granger, if I could, I would." He assured her again.
"Really?" Draco smiled that small, kind smile that made her heart ache, stepping forward and brushing the pad of his thumb against her cheek. The dizziness returned, and she could have sworn she swayed a little into his touch.
"Faster than you can say Veritaserum." His palm was now warm against her cheek, his fingers getting lost in her curls and brushing the back of her neck, making her shiver. She wondered if it was her heart or his she could feel racing against her skin because the tips of his fingers seemed to vibrate with the ferocity of his heartbeat. There were so many questions she wanted to ask, so many things she wanted to know, but she couldn't find her voice.
"Do you ever think about it?" He was looking at her lips and she just knew that he was talking about the kiss. She wanted to tell him that she did think about it, that she replayed it over and over in her mind and embarrassing amount. Instead sucked in a breath, her gaze dropping to his lips.
"Think about what?" He stepped closer, lifting his other hand to trace circles on her other cheek with the tips of his fingers. Draco Malfoy was going to kiss her again, she was certain, and she found herself leaning forwards, eyes half lidded because damn it, she wanted it strangely more than she'd wanted a kiss from anyone.
"Mione?" Draco ripped himself away from her as if he'd been burnt, stepping right back as footsteps rushed towards them. Hermione stood still, her eyes widening as she realised just how utterly out of it she had been. She hadn't even noticed Ginny's footsteps, but then again neither had he. They'd almost…he'd almost.
"Mione, are you okay?" Ginny asked, glancing between her and Draco, a somewhat knowing glint appearing in her eyes.
Hermione turned to her friend quickly, hoping that she didn't appear too flushed and knowing, from the look Ginny appraised her with, that she did indeed look thoroughly flushed.
"I'm…I'm fine, we were just…erm…finishing prefect duty."
"Yes, well," Draco cleared his throat, "If that's all I best, erm…I better make my move. Granger." Hermione did not miss how softly he said her name or the way his eyes lingered on hers before looking behind her and nodding curtly "Weasley."
Ginny crossed her arms, a smug grin creeping onto her face.
"So…prefect duty, huh?" Hermione bristled grabbing her friends arm and pulling her towards their common room.
"What are you doing, you could get caught." She tried to admonish, knowing that she didn't really have a leg to stand on.
"Yes, there's an awful lot of that going on round here," Ginny mused laughing lightly when Hermione narrowed her eyes at her, "besides, you're 'out and about'"
"I'm a prefect, I had rounds."
"Working your way around Malfoy's mouth." Hermione's mouth dropped open at Ginny's words, a blush reddening her cheeks once again.
"I was…there was…nothing happened, okay?"
"Was that because of me?" Ginny asked, horrified, if Hermione didn't know better she would have believed that her friend wanted her to pursue Malfoy.
"Well I…I mean, no, I wouldn't have let anything happen." Hermione was not even the slightest bit convinced by her own argument.
"Yeah, it looked like you were going to stop it."
Hermione was caught between wanting to scream and wanting to laugh. She'd almost been kissed by Draco Malfoy, again; it was unbelievable, terrible, probably going to end it some sort of pain and heartbreak, but she was so overwhelmed by it all that she found herself fighting the urge to grin. He had a girlfriend, but he'd stepped closer to her, looked at her as though she was something he couldn't look away from. She felt giddy with a strange sort of happiness that she knew she shouldn't have been feeling.
"Mione, you okay?" Ginny asked warily, watching curiously as a smile grew on her friends face and laughter fell from her mouth in obvious delight.
"You know, I'm not entirely convinced I didn't just catch a Polyjuiced Lavender trying to seduce Malfoy." Hermione snorted in disbelief but grinned at her friend.
"I'm not entirely convinced you didn't either."
"What happened? Was it the Sensieve again?"
Hermione couldn't believe how fast the happiness left her like something heavy and horrid had fallen down and crushed it so quickly that it crumpled out of existence. The heavy weight stayed in the pit of her stomach though, making her feel a little bit sick. She couldn't believe that she hadn't thought of that, instead, she'd got swept along like some love-sick idiot and nearly swooned at his feet.
"Mione, what's the matter?" Ginny asked, worry evident on her face as she pulled them to a standstill.
"I guess the Sensieve just affected us both again." Hermione muttered, and Ginny pursed her lips.
"Did it?" Hermione knew what she was asking, she was asking whether her reaction to Malfoy had been because of a magical bowl, whether the dizziness, the breathlessness, the warm glow on her cheeks when she thought about kissing him, had been to do with a magical bowl. Hermione stared down at her feet then looked back up at her friend knowing that she couldn't lie. She shook her head slowly.
"No, not for me anyway." Ginny eyes filled with sadness for her friend, arms reaching out to her and drawing her into a hug. It was moments like this that Hermione saw so much of Mrs Weasley in her daughter, so much kindness and love. Hermione found herself glad that she'd told Ginny everything, knowing that somehow she would not be able to face all the weird and wonderful feelings alone.