I didn't choose this- (A DRAMIONE/BLINNY FANFIC)

12 - THE DRAWING

DRACO'S POV

'Shit. How am I going to share a bathroom with Granger?'

Walking back through the bathroom and into my room. 'Well isn't this going to be fun, a whole year of Granger'.

I walk out to the main part of the common room to see Blaise starring aimlessly at the lit fire place. I go and plop myself down next to him on the couch, when he doesn't notice that I'm here I say "Hey Balise" and no answer, so I wave my hand in frount of his face "Blaise?" I drag out the "A" in his name. Still nothing

'Well he leaves me no choice' and with that thought I slap the back of his head, making it jerk foward and bring back down out of the clouds.

"Dude what the fuck was that for?" He complains, rubbing his head where I had hit him.

"You where off with the pixies, so desperate times call for desperate measures" I say with a smirk.

"Yeah... Well-well... eh" he punches my arm. I just look at him.

"Really. "Eh"?"

"So where you've been?"

"Changing the subject are we? Don't want to admit what you did was the same thing you used to do when we where kids"

"Just answer the damn question will ya" he replies with a slightly irritated tone.

"Fine, fine. I was talking with McGonagall, then ran into the 'Great Banshee' , then talked to Granger and came here"

"Ohh, how'd you deal with her?" He snickerd

"Who" I asked not sure which 'she' he was talking about.

"The Banshee, who else?"

"Oh I pretty much told her to eff off and leave me alone"

"Do you think this time she will leave you alone?"

"Pft, no. You know how many times I've told her no, and then the next day she's the same old leeching banshee she always is" he laughed at this know how true it is.

"What about McGonagall. What you guys talk about?"

"She helped me come up with a plan to get my mate"

"Is it?" He looked at me knowingly, and I knew exactly who and what he was talking about.

"Yes, it's her. I just don't know if this is going to work" I run my hand through my know dulled and shaggy blonde hair "What if I don't get her in time? What if she refuses? I'm going to die. Holy. Shit. I'm going to die. I'm to young to die I have-" I'm cut off my panicked rant with a slap to the face. I look at Blaise in shock.

"What the hell?"

" You were freaking out, I had to do something. And why the hell are you freaking out for? You have more time then me."

"Yeah but atleast you can actually get along with your mate; mines only just starting to warm up to me"

"Dude you just need to cool down"

"Yeah thanks; your right. I'll be in my room if you need anything" I say getting up off of the couch and walking to my room.

I grab a pair of flannelette pajama bottoms out of my unpack trunk, before making my way to the bathroom for a shower. 'I really need to clear my head'

After the shower I walk back into my room in nothing but the bottoms, and chuck myself on my bed and grab the only thing I need to calm down my sketch pad and a charcoal pencil and I start doodling.
Not long after I realise that I'm not really paying attention to what I'm drawing Granger. A face portrait of her.

I made her look so fragile yet fierce.

I stare at the drawing at awe. 'How did I draw this without knowing it?

Putting my things down I lay back on the bed and think about how this year will go... or at least hopefully go.

And with those thoughts I drift off into a slumber.

Hermione's P.O.V

'Cause that wasn't a weird experience at all' I think sarcastically as I walk towards Malfoy's room. Once there I knock thrice on the door. No answer. I knock againg "Malfoy?". Nothing "Alright Malfoy I'm comming in" I say opening the door, only to see the picture of him sprawled across his bed. My eyes go to his face; he looks so peaceful, so content, he's hair is all over the place. My eyes wander down and I realise that he is only wearing pants, his toned chest and abdomen in clear view showing off his 6pack and chiseled arms. 'Quiditch really did work wonders'

I then notice that he has something black on his hands and fingers. But before I can figure out what it is Malfoy brakes out into a sweat, then starts tossing and turning, which is followed by incoherent mumbling. I can only make out a few words like "No", "Stop", and "please".

He's having a nightmare.

I rush over to him to try and wake him as he gets more violent with his actions.

I grasp his shoulders shacking him and yelling his name to wake, I'm startled when his arms fly out grab hold of mine, tossing me on the bed then he rolls over me placing his forearm against the base of my neck, pressing down on it.

"Malfoy. Stop. Wake. Up" I gasp for air while trying to free myself. My mind is going fuzzy as oxygen isn't getting to my lungs. My visions starts to go black starting with seeing blck dots in front of me.

"Draco, please wake up" I plead and he must of heard me because his grip loosens and I dont feel his presence hovering over. I sit up spluttering and coughing air finally getting to my lungs. Both my vision and mind are slowling going back to normal.

I look around the place still sitting on the bed and I see him stand in the furthest corner away from the bed he's facing the wall like a naughty little boy.

So vaunerable.

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Hey guys so my sister asked me this last night. She came up to me and asked "If I could choose any two characters from Harry Potter to be my parents (who would resemble me the most) who would it be.

Me being me was like 'the fuck... I don't know' and she told me that a friend of hers said that hers would be Draco and Luna and I was like "yeah I... I get that" and that got me thinking and the first person to come to mind was Seamus because I am literally an accident waiting to happen (I mean I broke my ankle by tripping on a fallen tree branch. .. and I'm dead serious about that. I was on crutches for 4-5 months and that was living hell; anyway) then maddee (my sister) was like "I think your other parent would be Hermione but the whole Seamus/accident think took over the smart gene" and I actually agreed with her.

So my question is Who do you think your parents would be?

Let me know