Uncomfortable Truths - - (Drarry Fanfiction)

Chapter Thirty-Five - Baggage

The portrait to the common room swings open allowing Harry, Blaise, Pansy and Greg to hear Malfoy's voice coming from the men's dormitory.

"Oh my god, Granger, look at this. How could you let me do this?"

"What do you mean?" Hermione's voice floats down the stairs.

Pansy starts jumping up and down, "Yes! She took him shopping."

"From the sounds of it his meeting didn't go well." Blaise smirks, motioning them to the foot of the stairs and raising a finger to his lips.

"Honestly Granger, how could you let me get so much stuff? He's going to think I'm mental."

"I don't understand, Malfoy. Why would anyone think you're mental, I mean you did go a bit wild on your shopping spree but who cares, it's not like people check your closet."

"This isn't for me."

"What? None of it?"

"Well, yes, this 1600's insult t-shirt, this is mine and the Hobbit, that's mine too but nothing else."

"You mean all of this is for Harry?"

"Happy Christmas Potter." Blaise whispers with a big smile on his face.

"No, this is for Greg, and this here is for Blaise... this is for your weasel..."

"Wait, you picked this stuff out for Ron?"

"No."

"I certainly didn't pick this out. Wait, you got Ron two things?"

"Shut up, Granger."

"He'll love the jumper, but why this book?"

"It's about muggle Chess Masters. Apparently, muggles have chess competitions. The best of the best are called Masters. Your weasel is quite good at chess, I thought he'd find it interesting."

"Aww, Malfoy, he'll love it."

"I'm not giving that to him, you have to do it. I refuse, I'll throw it away first. You picked this out for him, not me, I urged against it as my memory serves."

"Seriously?"

"Granger... there's too much stuff. Help me hide this."

"Wait, let's divide up what you got the others first. Maybe it's not that bad. So, here's Greg's pile, and Blaise's, Ron's stuff I'll put in my bags since I obviously picked it out for him... who's this for, it looks too small for Harry?"

"That's for Seamus and this, this is for Theo, this too. Wait, let's empty the books as well. I got everyone a book."

"Who's is this?"

"That's for Pansy and this, and these earrings and this too... oh no, it's red. Why did you let me buy her a red jumper. She won't wear it, it's too, I don't know... Gryffindor. She'll hate it, Granger, you did this."

"I didn't even see you pick this out, how is it my fault?"

"You should know, everyone knows..."

"She'll love it, it'll look wonderful on her. With her hair and skin, she'll look radiant, and she'll be grateful you thought of her."

"Don't be daft, she'll hate it."

"Well, here give her this pink one then."

"Pansy doesn't wear pink, anyway, that's for you."

"What?"

"Yes, well, you'll look lovely in that shade of pink."

"But you already got me all this stuff I picked out for myself."