poison ✞ dramione

part twenty six

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when draco returned back to the common room after his chat with dumbledore, he was shaken up a bit. it wasn't visible, hell, it wasn't even that terrible. he just... dumbledore is a fucking twat.

however, what worried him more was the scene he walked in on once he said the password to the dorms. draco halted in his steps and watched in something akin to horror as potter, granger and pansy all got along together, eating a batch of—were those cookies? they looked more like scones!

"draco!" granger screeched, jumping up from her place on the floor. she ran over and gave him a hug. "we made cookies! and look—we left a plate for you!"

little granger pulled away from him and pointed at the small plate. there were three supposed-to-be cookies in it, sitting on the coffee table. granger let go of his hand then skipped over to potter and pansy, who had stopped talking.

pansy stood up and strolled over to draco. she held his arm and pushed him further back so they could talk privately. "what happened? what did mcgonagall want?"

draco shrugged. "daphne's a kid, right?"

pansy nodded slowly. "yes, but i don't see how that's the problem. did mcgonagall want to talk about daphne? why couldn't she just talk to astoria then?"

"no—it's just," draco paused, thinking over what he could say. "she'll understand."

"and i won't?" pansy asked, crossing her arms.

"dumbledore wanted to talk," draco said. "his portrait, anyway."

pansy stiffened just a little. "so what if he did? you didn't kill him."

draco shook his head. "daphne just knows something. she'll understand."

draco knew that pansy was suspicious—curious, too, but pansy knew not to push him. daphne already does that and look at how he treats her.

"alright," pansy finally gave in, although she didn't give up on finding out what troubled draco. daphne obviously had some sort of inkling of what was going on in draco's head and merlin forbid if she will just stand back and let it eat away at draco. "for now, anyway."

draco smirked at her although it wasn't full of the humour she was accustomed to whenever she was at the receiving end of it. it was just... lifeless.

pansy stepped away and draco couldn't help but internally roll his eyes. everyone saw something fundamentally wrong with him, one way or another. it was becoming rather tiresome, really, all the people telling him who he should be instead of letting him be who he wants to. that's just how society works, draco thought. they tell you to be yourself and once you do they're telling you you're doing it wrong.

granger handed him the plate of cookies then pulled him over to potter and pansy. if draco didn't know any better, he'd say pansy fancied potter. however he had a small voice in his head reminding him of how pansy reacted when blaise zabini died, so he quickly squashed the thought and hid his guilt.

"we're playing truth or dare!" granger squealed, pulling his arm so he sat next to her. draco cautiously sat down and picked up a cookie. it was surprisingly soft, despite looking rather crispy. "and you have to join us, draco. please?"

draco nodded slowly and took a small bite of the cookie. to his surprise, it wasn't bad. "you made this?" he asked granger.

"we both did," pansy answered for the little girl, smirking proudly at draco.

draco scoffed, taking another bite of the cookie. he swallowed it before saying, "what's a spoon?"

pansy glared at him, crossing her arms and nicking one of potters cookies when he wasn't looking. "i ate the left over batter!" granger said proudly, showcasing her large teeth. draco scrunched his eyebrows—was granger more hyper than usual?