Hey Stranger, I Want You to Catch Me Like a Cold

Draco walked out of the bathroom to find me laying on his bed, looking at him.

"Good morning,"

"Morning," he said tenatively. "Are you okay?"

"Yup."

"And you're not mad at me?"

"Of course not, why would I be?” I asked.

“When I woke up, we were still by the lake, and I figured you wouldn’t want to go back to Gryffindor tower, so I brought you to my room.”

I rolled my eyes, “I’ve been up here before.”

“Oh yeah,” he said. “Well, I’ll be back in a bit.”

“Where are you going? Can I come?”

“I’m going to go kick Potter’s ass," he stated obviously.

As he started to cross the room to leave, I was silent for a second.

“Awww!” I cooed.

He turned, startled. “What?”

“You’re gonna go beat up Harry for me?”

“Of course,” he said in his cute little duh voice.

I cross the room to meet him, wrapped my arms around, and squeezed as hard as I could.

“What are you doing?”

“Just hug back, Draco.”

He did.

I returned to his bed. “You don’t have to do that.”

“I know,” and he started to leave again.

“No! Don’t seriously it’s okay I’m cool with it now!”

Draco turned around. “What do you mean you’re cool with him? He cheated on you! He made you cry! And still hasn’t apologized!”

I shrugged. “I know, but we were never going to work out anyway. He belongs with Ginny, I belong with someone else. He really wasn’t my type anyway.”

Draco looked infuriated at my passiveness. “What do you mean, he wasn’t your type?”

I patted the place next to me on the bed, and he sat.

“Harry was too nice for me. “

“Nice! For God’s sake, Davenport, he cheated on you. I would expect more from an American who fights for justice on a daily basis in an extremely exaggerated manner.”

“Well, maybe England has rubbed off on me?”

We both looked at each other, then started laughing.

“That was the most ridiculous thing you’ve said yet.”

“I know,” I smiled.

He stood up again. “Bye.”

“No!” I pulled him back onto the bed. “I shall tickle you to death!”

I tried, I really did. But he just laid there looking amused as I attacked his stomach.

“You’re not ticklish anywhere?”

He shook his head.

“You lie, everyone’s ticklish somewhere.”

He just shrugged, an smirked at me.

I sighed, and laid down next to him. “Oh how I missed that smirk.”

It was quiet for a while. We just laid there in silence, breathing.

Maybe twenty minutes later, I heard Draco’s stomach growl.

“Breakfast?”

“Breakfast.”

We headed down.

When we got into the Great Hall, we were met with shouting.

“Malfoy! Get your filthy self away from her!”

Harry ran up to us, I rolled my eyes. Boys are idiots.

Draco stepped in front of me. “You really think that’s wise, Potter?”

“Get away from her,” Harry breathed dangerously.

“You do realize that you just cheated on her last night and she wants nothing to do with you, right?”

Good Draco. Way to use your words and not your wand.

“And it was a mistake. Not that I got a chance to tell her, you swept her away, probably raped her like Death Eaters do.”

Aw shit.

Draco’s eyes got dark. “Stupefy!”

I rolled my eyes and waited for their little baby duel to cease.

“Expelliarmus!”

“Rictumsempra!”

“Protego!”

McGonagall stepped in. “I am very disappointed in both of you! Dueling at breakfast! Detention, tonight! Potter, with me! Malfoy, with Professor Snape!” she went away after that.

I rolled my eyes again. “You guys are idiots.”

Harry walked closer to me, I pushed Draco back because he looked like he was about to pounce.

“Silvie, are you alright?” Harry asked.

“Of course I am, why wouldn’t I be?”

“Look, about yesterday. I’m so sorry, it meant nothing, she just came on to me and I didn’t know what to do and you mean so much to me and I think I may love you…”

I held back the sarcastic remark regarding how that line was never used ever in human history.

“I forgive you, Harry.”

He breathed a sigh of relief.

“And I’m also breaking up with you.”

“What??”

“Toodleloo,” and I grabbed Draco’s tie and pulled him over towards the Slytherin table. I glanced back at the Gryffindor table, where Ron and Hermione were looking at me uncertainly. I gave them a thumbs up and a grin, and they returned the gesture. We were good.

Then I turned to Draco, and bopped him on the back of the head.

“Ouch, what was that for?”

“I get that he called you a Death Eater but did you really have to flip out on him like that when I told you not to? Now you have detention all because you had to save your man pride or whatever.”

“No.” he said.

“No what?” I asked, confused.

“I didn’t attack him because he called me a Death Eater. I attacked him because he suggested that I raped you,” he turned to look at me. “I would never do that.”

I sighed and put my arm around him. “I know Drake, I know.”

*Note to self: Take ‘Rape Draco Malfoy’ off Bucket List.