𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃 | a dramione story

chapter 7

"You didn't have to come at six am." I yawned as I opened the front door for Ginny. "Blaise, Ron and Harry aren't home yet." I blinked at Ginny as she beamed at me. "And why do you look so chipper and made up." I frowned and leaned towards her. "Are you wearing fake eyelashes?" I peered at her longer, thicker and blacker than normal lashes. "And hair extensions?" My jaw dropped open. "At six am?"

"Shh, I just wanted to look good." She blushed. "Go back to sleep."

"I think not." I headed towards the kitchen. "Let's have some coffee and talk?"

"Okay." She nodded and followed behind me. "Also, I came early to help you."

"To help me?" I looked back at her incredulously. "How is waking me up before the roosters helping me?"

"In case you were in bed with Draco, he could leave your room before Daphne woke up."

"Ugh, don't even." I made a face.

"You didn't sleep with him, did you?" It was her turn to look shocked. "Hermione!"

"Hermione nothing." I rolled my eyes and turned on the kettle. "I didn't sleep with him again." I took out two cups and yawned again. "And trust me, I never will again. He's an asshole."

"Ooh what did he do?"

"What do you mean, what did he do?" I turned away from her and opened the fridge. "Milk and sugar?" I said into the fridge.

"You know I want both. Now spill it Potter-Zabini, what did Mr. Tongue do?"

"His name is Draco." I groaned as I took the milk out and turned around.

"He was Mr. Tongue first." She grinned. "If I do recall he was Mr. Miracle Tongue, he was the—"

"Enough." I groaned again. "He is not anything to me."

"What happened?" Her eyes lit up.

"I'll tell you what happened on one condition?" I bit my lower lip and grinned at her.

"What condition?" She frowned and leaned forward. "I'm not sleeping with him as well."

"I'm not asking that." I rolled my eyes. "Tell me who you like."

"What?" Ginny sat back, her face growing pink.

"Do you like Harry, Blaise or Ron?" I leaned on the countertop and stared at her. "Tell me which one of my brothers you like, and I will tell you what happened with Draco."

"I don't like any of them. What are you talking about?" Ginny stuttered as she avoided my eyes and I smiled to myself. Ginny was such a poor liar and she knew that I knew the truth. I scooped some of the ground beans into the French press and then poured the boiling water inside the glass container and put the top on.

"Ron, Blaise or Harry?" I asked softly as I turned back to face her. "Let me think, I doubt it's Ron. You're not into redheads because you are one yourself, even if his hair isn't natural but still. And you're not into Nascar and he loves it. Let's see, so it's between Blaise and Harry. Hmm." I stared at her as she glared at me and I grinned. "Both are hot, though they're my brothers so I feel icky saying that. Let me think, who do I think you're after?"

"It's Harry, okay." She blushed. "And I just think he's cute. I'm not after him."

"You like Harry?" I made a face. Harold was the eldest of all of us and he was my bossiest brother. Out of all of my brothers, he was the least fun and sometimes felt more like a second dad to me. "You don't seriously like Harry, do you?"

"I knew you would say that, that's why I didn't tell you."

"It's just, Harry." I made a face. "Imagine if you dated him and we had to double date." I shuddered. "It would be like double dating with my dad, he'd be trying to tell me what to order and not to stay out late, and God forbid my guy kisses me or something."