High (A Harry Potter Fanfiction--Dramione)

A Git Like Malfoy

"Harry, do you reckon Hermione's still pissed at me?" Ron asked, looking up from his Charms essay he had been struggling through.

"Ginny said that she wasn't really mad at you. I mean...yeah she was, but you know Hermione. She's doesn't stay mad for long. Apparently she was mainly just upset that you said it in front of Malfoy."

"Yeah, I really bollocksed that up, didn't I?"

"Working on the Charms essay?" Dean announced his arrival with a plop on the chair next to their couch. "Without Hermione? Blimey, good luck there."

"D'you finish yours then? Let's see it." Ron inquired.

Dean rolled his eyes, "Why don't you just wait for Hermione to get back and she can check it for you. I'm sure hers is better than mine."

"She hasn't been around all day. I think she's still cross with me."

"Nah mate I saw her at breakfast and she seemed fine. She said she was going to the library after. You know how she is. Probably just got into the zone."

"Yeah, I guess. I just feel bad, you know."

"Don't worry about it too much, mate. It's not like you said anything bad about her, right? You were pretty complementary if I remember correctly." Dean wiggled his eyebrows, earning a smirk from Harry and a groan from Ron.

"Bugger off, Dean. I remember what I said, alright. I just can't believe I let Malfoy in on it."

"You do know that Malfoy's got a massive crush on Hermione, right?"

Harry and Ron blinked simultaneously, their faces blank.

"So you don't know. Right, yeah, well...it's obvious, isn't it?"

They blinked again.

"Merlin you two are seriously oblivious! I mean it took you both years to realize that Hermione was a girl, even longer to realize that she was a fit girl, and you still don't realize that every other bloke in this place would give just about anything for a night with her."

Rapid blinking, "Malfoy likes Hermione?" Ron asked stupidly.

"Think about it, mate. He stares at her all the time. He always leaves her out of it when he's bullying you lot. And did you see how jealous he was when he heard that you had been with her?"

"Not really. I mean, I was stoned off my arse, wasn't I?"

Dean rolled his eyes, "Whatever mate. Notice it, don't notice it. I don't care either way. Just trust me when I say that Malfoy was insanely jealous of you."

"Huh. Is it bad that I don't hate that?" Ron realized. "Pretty sure Malfoy's never been jealous of me before. I mean Harry, yeah sure, all the time, but me? This is a first."

Harry addressed Dean. "You sure about this? I mean...Malfoy's a blood purist. I doubt he'd be interested in a Muggleborn, no matter how fit she is."

Dean shook his head. "That blood purity shite is like a religion. People like Malfoy might spout the bullshit dogma, but I doubt he really cares when it comes down to it. I mean...it's not like it's her blood he wants to fuck."

Ron grimaced. "Merlin's scrotum, Dean. Don't ever talk about Malfoy fucking anything...Hermione-related or otherwise."

Dean shrugged.

Harry scratched his head. "You know my theory on Malfoy. I've said it a million times. I really think he's—"

"Please don't let the next words out of your mouth be 'Death' and 'Eater.'" Dean interjected.

Harry sighed. "Fine. I won't say it. But if he's got his eye on Hermione, then nothing good can come from it."

Ron mussed his hair in contemplation. "You don't think Malfoy'd ever get anywhere with her, do you?"

"Nah! No. Definitely not." Harry responded.

Dean rolled his eyes again, feeling a surge of empathy for Hermione. He suddenly understood the dynamic between the so-called Golden Trio more than he ever thought he would.

"She'd definitely never go for a git like Malfoy." Ron declared emphatically.