Silver and Gold // Dramione

Rule 3

6th Year, November 15th

The next week couldn't have come sooner for either Draco or Hermione. By Friday afternoon Draco had done his best to successfully avoid Hermione for the whole week, including the weekend in between.

He'd made a lazy excuse to be in the Sltherin dormitories for most of the time, the rest was spent between the Black Lake at midnight, and staining into his own common room when he knew she would be asleep.

Pansy, Theo, and Blaise were more than happy to have him back. Pansy perhaps was the least excited to see him. Instead of pretending to engage in the game of exploding snape blasie, Theo and himself are playing, or laying across his lap like he had hoped she would. Pansy occupied herself with Astoria Greengrass at an adjacent sofa, reading of all things.

Theo had made a snide comment to him about 'longing eyes' when he noticed Draco glancing ever so often in Pansy's direction. Blaise nearly spit out his drink.

Draco had no 'longing eyes' as Theo put it, just an intense burning need to fill his head with images that weren't of a certain brown haired Gryffindor. After the night in the shower Draco found himself going back to the bathroom twice a day just to get himself off and let out some steam- literal steam.

It didn't help that he had continued to use her shampoo, making the bathroom steam up with her scent, and making his release faster. He couldn't stand the chance of running into her and having to talk to her after his showering escapade. Draco though he might pull her in with him on Tuesday when he'd heard her small knock on the bathroom door.

On Wednesday Blaise made another snide comment about Granger's shampoo, apparently he smelt more like honey that he usually did. Draco was quick to confirm that Blaise suggestions had in fact not helped... neglecting to mention that heym ad if influently worse.

By Friday midday Draco thought he had it under control.

His shower that morning was extra long. He let his hand linger downwards at a slower pace, Instead of jerking fast and hard, eager to rid his mind of the temping images he knew he shouldn;t be having. He let himself explore them.

He let his imagination explore wide hips, soft skin, and bushy hair. He let his mind decide that her kiss probably tasted of earl gray tea and sweet honey. But a different honey than her shampoo, instead of warm, sweet and tangy, he thought her taste would be smooth.

He arrived at potions 4 minutes late, disrupting thelession on Polyjuice. He picked up very quickly that the ministry didn't approve of brewing the transformative in class, and instead they would be brewing a strengthening brew. Similar to pepper-up, but specifically used for pulling injured witches and wizards out of magical coma's.

Slughorn had paired him with Aurie for the project. The potion took 5 days of brewing time, ingreatdenhad to be added at various stages, left to settle and ferment. 

Slughorn's bit on "staying together in a time of crisis' meant that no two students from the same house were paired together.

Much to Draco's dismay Aurie Francis was a giggling ball of excitement that morning, lingering over culadresn, and missing the ingredient altogether when she was chopping.

"Hey Hufflepuff! Focus why don't you" he snickered from across the table, attempting to measure out the grey powder.

"Well someone's in a chipper mood this morning" he giggled. She kept giggling laughing at anything anyone said, and for a moment Draco thought to check her for a curse or charm because there was no way someone could be so happy all the damn time.