"Can I Slytherin?" - A Draco Malfoy Fanfiction

Chapter 13 - "George and I are just friends"

Back to Hogwarts soon! :D Got some stuff planned for that. 

Warning: end of chapter.. 
Pic is of Oliver, song called I've just seen a face.

It was a little bit like a scene from a film, really. Ten completely different wizards and witches strolling along, dripping wet, their clothes clinging to them, one limping with support from her potential love interest. They approach the next clearing, the oldest and probably most mature wizard using magic to cut down the thick vines that block their path. In front of them stands Professor Snape and Professor Dumbledore. They don't speak, they simply look at each individual student carefully and leisurely. Snape's eyes bore into one student in particular, one who stands out, but nevertheless is the same as the rest of them in many ways.

"Congratulations, students," drones Professor Snape, "Professor Dumbledore and I both feel that you have acheived many things in these past days."

"One of those things," Dumbledore says, his voice carrying for quite some time, "Is friendship, and team-work. Even though these are not magical aspects, they are very important. In fact, our eyes did encounter some very, very strong aspects of friendship on this trip, just recently, in fact."

Dumbledore's eyes settle on Betty and Draco as he says this, and the corner of his mouth tilts up. They are unconsciously holding hands, and when Betty realises what Dumbledore is referring to, she pulls her hand to her side quickly.

"We are going to go back to school now," Professor Snape says, "Please keep the intentions of this trip to yourself, and do not elaborate too much when asked about your absence." 

At the moment, to Snape's dismay, the students looks at eachother and begin to cheer and yell in joy. As they follow the Professors out of the clearing, they chat loudly to eachother about the past days happenings. 

"How do you feel to have finally kissed Draco?" Aine asks Betty mockingly, and Betty scowls.

"It was just a kiss," she tells herself, more than anyone else. All four of her friends crowd around her, interested to hear the details.

"Was it... magical?" grins Alex, secretly picturing herself doing something similar with a particular wizard walking a stride behind her with the rest of the guys. 

Betty wants to say yes, but she knows that her friends will just mock her even further if she does.
So she simply ignores the question, and asks Aine teasingly, "Had a nice time with George, Aine? Anything happen in that tent of yours?"

Aine opens her mouth, before closing it again. 

"There seems to be something fishy about Aine," Alex jokes, chuckling herself, "See, d'you get it, 'cause she opened and then shut her mouth and that's what some fish do?"

"Yes, okay, Alex," Jessica says dryly, "You're hilarious. What an original joke."

"I know," Alex grins, unaware of Jessica's sarcasm.

"No, but guys, stop making fun of Aine and Betty," Ruby says, "Let's face it, we all have a special someone here, if you know what I mean." 

"Did you have to word it like that?" Jessica complains, but no-one has a chance to reply. The two Professors stop in front of them, and lying before them are eleven broomsticks. 

"See you back at school, students," Dumbledore smiles, before disappearing completely, whipped away into the gentle afternoon breeze. 

"Collect a broom, be sensible-" Snape begins to say, but is cut short by everybody running forwards with glee, all at once, shouting and laughing out to eachother.