Silver and Gold // Dramione

The Plan

6th Year, September 11th

"You want us to put Granger in harm's way? So you can swoop in, save her, and get the Senior Prefect position?" Theo Knott stifled a laugh as he spoke. 

"Have you gone mad?" he burst and broke into a low laugh.

Draco sneered in his direction. Theo continued to laugh, doubling over and nearly falling off his armchair at Draco's reaction and absurd ask.

"Blaise. Check his temperature, he's definitely ill, or he's hit his head, and we need to take him to Pomfrey. He wants to be nice to the Mudblood, and he wants to be respected by the professors!" Theo spoke again while elbowing Blaise in the ribs, nudging him forwards to check Draco's head. He didn't move though.

Blaise just started intently confused at Draco. He was studying him. His posture wasn't wavering, Draco still looked fixed on a pize. Draco's mouth was a hard line, his lips were pressed so firmly together they looked almost white under the pressure. He was staring right into Blaises eyes, Blaise noted there was no sign of tenderness, only fastened determination.

Blaise hitched his head forward and looked over to Pansy, who, as expected, had anger written plainly on her face. Then back to Draco, who was unfazed, even slightly annoyed, at Pansy's expression and Theo's uncontrollable laughter still lingering in the background.

Blasie sharply kicked Theo's shins, willing him to shut up for his own good, before Draco would be less nice about it. The last time Theo hadn't taken him seriously there was a quaffle sized bruise on his cheek for weeks. The healing charms even seemed to be immune to Draco's force of throw.

Pansy still looked like she wanted to smother Draco between her narrowed eyes and furiously blushing cheeks.

"I think he's serious, Nott" He said flatley, and Theo stilled at his declaration.

"Wait? What?" He questioned. "Why on earth do you want Senior Prefect? And how does that involve Hermione Freaking Granger? I mean I know she's always been better at school than you, but are you really going to go as far as risk expulsion just to get a position to spite her? That's a bit extreme Draco?"

"Are you daft?" Draco inquiries so plainly it shook Thoe's spine.

"I'm.. I'm.. sorry?" Theo was thoroughly confused, and Pansy shafted in her chair with eager intent to know just what Draco Malfoy intended to do with the Mudblood.

"I told you I had a mission from the Dark Lord, yes? Well acquiring this position gives me a much needed edge. Spiteing Granger is always fun, but this is deeper than that. If she trusts me, I get an in on gryffindor knowledge, and by press, Order secrets" Draco swireed his butterbeer in his cup, leaning casually over the sofa armrest. One leg was propped on the head, and the other placed on the ground. Pasny stared straight at his middle, as he leaned back, and shifted himself.

"What exactly do you want us to do with her?" Pansy snickered, her eyes never moved from Draco's torso. She eyed a small piece of ice-toned skin that peaked through his jumper, and she blushed as Draco noticed and pulled it down.

She was clearly jealous of Granger's impending situation with Draco, whether Draco intended anything of it. Pansy had always been jealous of any girl that Draco put on his arm. Only one time her life did he entertain the idea of being with someone else, and her defence of such was that she was drunk and desperate.

Marcus Flint just happened to be there, and I was too gone off firewhiskey - that was her retaliation when her father interrogated her on the loss of her virtue at the end of fourth year. It wasn't wholly untrue. But even bre a taste of alcohol had touched her tongue he had started to pursue her. That attention was fueled by rage when she caught Draco watching blue and green dresses swirl meticulously around the hall all night. She let herself be taken, in hopes to make him jealous; but it didn't work.