My Slytherin- Draco Malfoy

Chapter 59 (Year 5)

Draco's POV-

"Come on, hurry!" Hermione shouted at us after our D. A meeting, pushing Ron and me out of the room.

"What is it? What's going on?" I asked, as we got out of the room and down the hallway.

"Harry's in there."

"Yeah, sort of noticed that," Ron said, rolling his eyes.

"We mean, why are you pushing us out?" I asked.

"Harry's in there with Cho. Oh, I do hope he asks her out." She explained.

"You think he'll kiss her first or ask her out?" Hermione asked us, and we both cleared our throats uncomfortably.

"Oh, stop being so dramatic, you two. It's just a question."

"I'd rather not answer," Ron said, and I nodded. She rolled her eyes as we got to our common room. We sat down at a table and pulled out our homework.

Half an hour later, Harry walked into the common room with a strange look on his face.

"What kept you?" I asked as he sank into the armchair next to Hermione. He half-heartedly shrugged.

"What's up? What's happened?" Ron asked, sitting up better to look at him. Harry shrugged again.

"Is it Cho?" Hermione asked, sounding all business like.

"Did she corner you after the meeting?" I asked, putting my homework away to have all my focus on him.

"So - er - what did she want?" Ron asked.

"She -She - er -" Harry started.

"Did she kiss you?" Ron sat up so fast his ink bottle went flying, he didn't pay the slightest attention to him.

"Well?" Ron demanded. Harry looked at all three of us before nodding slowly.

"HA!" Ron shouted, starting to go in a fit of laughter, and causing some second years to look at him strangely.

"Well? How was it?" I asked, and Harry shrugged.

"Wet."

"What?" I said, my eyes widening as Ron made a strange sound.

"Because she was crying," Harry said, shutting both of us up.

"Are you that bad at kissing?" I laughed.

"Dunno. Maybe I am." Harry said, "Only joking!" I said, quickly.

"Of course you're not," Hermione said,

"How do you know?" Ron demanded sharply.

"Because Cho spends half her time crying these days. She does it at mealtimes, in the loos, all over the place." Hermione explained, and Ron seemed a bit relieved.

"You'd think a bit of kissing would cheer her up," Ron said, as I leaned in my chair, putting my head behind my head.

"Ron, you are the most insensitive wart I have ever had the misfortune to meet," Hermione shouted.

"What's that supposed to mean? What sort of person cries while someone's kissing them?" Ron asked.

"Yeah, who does?"

"Yeah, honestly. Kissing always cheers me up." I grinned, and Hermione looked disgusted, hitting me with her book.

"Draco!"

"What? It's true."

"See! It's supposed to make someone feel better! Not weirder." Harry signed.