Saving the Enemy

Chapter 6

Draco

    “No! I will win!” Draco calls, determined to shoot Hermione before she can do the same to him. She is quick, but this Muggle game can’t be too hard.

    “Ready, set, go!” Hermione calls, darting the first few blasts he has sent at her, but she has shot before he could dodge hers. He becomes agitated as he feels the water seeping into his clothes.

    Draco had seen these strange “water guns”, as Hermione calls it, in one of the bins in her closet. He asked and she decided just to show him how to do a water gun fight. He immediately agreed to the challenge, excited to learn about more Muggle things. The television was so fascinating that he couldn’t help but wonder what else he had been missing out on.

    “Is that all you have?” she calls out to him, taunting him. Draco smirks, thinking about how he can go about this.

    “Yes, this is absurd,” he says, fake pouting. Hermione takes a step closer to him, making him suppress his smirk as she is falling straight into his trap.

    “Oh, come on Draco,” she whines, taking a few more steps towards him.

    “No, what is the point if all you do is get wet?” he questions, making her laugh.

    “The point is to have fun, let your competitive side come out, let our inner child show itself. I know it’s in you, so come on,” she urges, stepping closer. Perfect Draco thinks, smirking and aiming his gun at her.

    “If you insist,” he says, firing a couple squirts of water at her before she can react. She looks stunned for a minute before quickly recovering, aiming her water gun at him once again. She shoots him at the chest, running away afterwards, allowing him access to her back which he takes full advantage of, soaking her shirt.

    She squeals in happiness, laughing. Draco lets out a few laughs of his own, not his usual chuckles, but true laughter. She is the only one who can bring it out anymore. She brings out the best in him, makes him want to be a better man for her. Her smile and laughter is what he lives for, it’s his form of firewhiskey. He could listen to it all day, getting drunk on her happiness.

    It makes him so joyed to see that he can make her happy. He plays her game of water gun fighting to see her happy. Not only that, but he has to admit that it is quite fun, even if it is quite pointless in the eyes of productivity. Of course, he would never admit that she is right aloud, oh no. He would never hear the end of it.

    “Ha!” Hermione shouts, tackling Draco to the ground, startling him with her gun pointed at his face as she straddles him. “I win!”

    “Fine, I guess you win this time, but I will get revenge,” he swears, unable to hide the smile that spreads across his face.

    “I count on it. This was way too much fun, I haven’t played since I was a little girl right before I got my letter for Hogwarts,” she says, deep in thought. A sad smile on her face. He doesn’t know why she would be sad about a memory that sounds so cherished, but he figures that she will tell him when she is ready.

    “Come on, I want to see another movie,” he says, making her snap out of her thoughts, distracting her from whatever is bringing her down.

    “Alright, but you are picking first,” she says, getting off of him and offering her hand to him, pulling him up towards her. He doesn’t let her hand leave his, even when she tries to. She doesn’t fight it and that makes Draco’s heart soar. Something so simple coming from this woman that makes him feel alive again. If only he had realized how important this woman next to him would be, his younger self wouldn’t have been such a prick. It’s in the past, like she said, so he decides that the only thing that matters now is making her happy now.