Silver and Gold // Dramione

Rules Were Made to be Broken

6th Year, December 16th

Three weeks went by largely uneventful.

Aurie came to the Senior Prefects Common Room twice a week on Wednesdays and Saturdays. They had made abysmal progress in Draco's ability to defend actual legilimens.

Conjuring memories of playing quidditch to flood his mind was easy enough when Aurie only used the 'legilimens' spell on Draco. When she insisted one and a half weeks in that occlumency against spells wouldn't be enough, that's where he started to falter.

Being a Leglimins, Aurie never favoured learning Occlumency herself. She could easily enough just penetrate the mind of another attacker who only used a spell, effectively turning their spell against them. Or, on the off chance she was fending off another Legilimins, she could simply turn her mind off.

It wasn't technically an occlumency to turn one's mind off, and only Leglimins and particularly skilled natural occlumens were known to be able to do it - usually only in dire circumstances with adrenaline running too.

A skill Draco was close to begging for at this point.

Blaise had all but been shooting him in a broom closet and hexing him senseless. The ferocity of his growing animosity towards him was evident with enough courage to change a look that lasted more than a few seconds at the pair of slytherins.

Blaise didn't sit beside him in the Great Hall, instead Theo sat between them, and Pansy stil across; looking more awkward than he felt. Blaise would refuse to work with him in potions class. Either sabotaging their ingredients, or overboiling their cauldron when Slughorn insisted that it was 'partnered exercise'.

Hermione was a whole other reason for wanting to turn his brain off for a second.

While he hadn't bearded him with questions after the potions class in which he teased her a new light, she had lingered in the common room more frequently when Aurie was around. Brewing tea and waiting idly in case Aurie really did break him like she had teased.

It didn't help that his crude showers turned longer with more vivid imagery. The more time he spent around her, the more habits he picked up on that made his mind run wild in the steamy chamber.

She tucked her hair behind her ear when she was nervous, he noticed that the first time she had watched Aurie had used natural legitimacy on him and he nearly when white he was so pale. The next morning in his shower session, he pictured her tucking her hair behind her ears as he stared at her naked body.

She bit her lip when she was uncomfortable. He noticed that tendency when he had leered over her frame in potions class and whispered about defending her honour. All he could think about the rest of the day was biting that lip for her; dragging it through his teeth as he kissed her senseless.

The worst was her habit of sleeping in oversized jumpers - only oversized jumpers.

That habit, or custom, he had accidentally stumbled upon one night after failing to fall asleep after a meeting with Snape on Friday where he had been told his mission was on pause until further notice. A light weight off his shoulders, only to have more beared down with the reveal of a secret sister.

But that night they'd accidentally stumbled upon Gryffindor So Innocent Princess curled in on herself in the window seat in an oversized muggle jumper and nothing on her bare legs. He thanked, and cursed, any deity he could think of that her jumper covered her partly down her thighs. He wasn;t sure what he'd do with himself if it didn't.