Poisonous Snake {Draco Malfoy Fanfiction}

Chapter 18: The Lake

- "You two KISSED?" 

- "Thank you, Hermione, for sharing this private information with the entire school." I winced, "Ugh, I think even McGonagall heard you, now she's staring at us." 

We were seated at the Gryffindor table as usual, Ron was sitting a few meters away with his brothers. Harry and I had told Hermione what had happened on the night before, so she would smile a bit. Well she was now laughing with us, which was a very good sign. 

- "But... why?" she asked, still laughing. 

- "Exactly!" I replied, chuckling. 

Yes, Harry and I had kissed. Yes it had been a good kiss but we immediately understood that we were friends, and nothing more. The kiss has just been a miserable attempt at teenage romance.

- "We're just friends." Harry confirmed, I nodded. 

- "How about you and Krum?" I asked, a brow raised. 

- "Oh well you know..." Hermione stumbled on her words, her cheeks turning into a lovely shade of pink. 

- "Aha!!! I knew it." I giggled, I was ready to do anything to take her mind away from her fight with Ron. We hadn't really talked about it, but I could see she was hurt. 

- "Hermione!" Harry gasped, a bit shocked. 

- "Oh shut it, she's not getting pregnant." I teased Harry, "Right?" I acted concerned, and Hermione laughed again, sending shivers of relief through my body. 

- "Is he a good kisser?" I wiggled my brows. 

- "Busybody." she shot me a fake disapproving look. 

- "Is he?" I ignored her comment, secretly really waning to know. 

- "He..." she was blushing like mad, "He... Well let's just say I'm not complaining." 

- "Damn right you're not!" I exclaimed and she giggled. 

I swiftly glanced at Harry, who looked as relieved and grateful as I was for the distractions and the smile on Hermione's face. 

- "Have you figured out the egg yet?" Hermione enquired. 

The smile on Harry's face disappeared immediately. I furrowed my brows, worried. The task was in a week. Harry still had no clue what it was supposed to be. I tried not to let my fear show on my face. The tournament was a wicked excuse to make a show out of teenage boys fighting to death. 

For Harry, it had resulted in a lot of hate towards him, especially from Hufflepuffs and other Hogwarts students, not happy to see a younger student competing against one of their own. I had seen the pins and banners all over the school, and I knew how much hatred they contained. 

I cleared my throat. 

- "I could ask Cedric." I suggested.

- "Cedric?" Hermione suggestively raised a brow. 

- "Diggory. We're friends." I told her. 

- "I... I'm not sure." Harry replied, "Doesn't it sound a bit pathetic? That I desperately need help?" 

- "I don't think so." Hermione asserted. 

- "I won't mention that it is for you, I'll do it swiftly don't worry." I understood how he felt, how little pride and dignity were left for him in this tournament. Some gossip about him not being able to figure out the task by himself would be the very last blow. He really didn't need it right now.