Purely Mudblood (Dramione FanFic)

A Strange Night

It is two in the morning and words are pouring out of my mind I may or may not edit this later whoops I've written so many words today I have too many projects *cries* I'm basically going on black coffee and faith right now my thoughts stop making sense after nine

Harry was already having a strange night, and a naked Draco Malfoy spontaneously appearing did not help at all.

Filch had noticed Harry and Ron by now, and normally they'd be serving some sort of cruel and unusual punishment. However, Filch was far too terrified to be angry. In fact, if he hadn't yelled, "I'll deal with you later!" as he scurried away like a cockroach, Harry and Ron would've thought that Filch didn't even care that they were out of bed past curfew.

Ron and Harry immediately saw what sent Filch scuttling; to say that they didn't almost follow him would be entirely untrue.

Cammie, little Cammie Amitie, was being dragged by her legs by three figures in cloaks. She was screaming and clawing at the ground, her fingernails making pathetic squeaking noises on the floor.

"Stupefy!" Harry yelled, pointing his wand at the forms. A red beam shot from its tip, narrowly missing the tallest of the figures. Ron brandished his wand as well, shouting curses. "Let her go!" Harry commanded, never lowering his wand. The creatures hissed, cowering against the wall of the corridor, until they dissipated. Into thin air. Out of nowhere.

Chamomile stood up, looking dazed. She glanced around the corridor. Even though she had been dragged down the stone floor, she didn't have a single scratch or bruise.

"Cammie, are you okay?" Harry finally asked. She turned, and seemed to notice the two boys for the first time. She squeaked timidly and hurried off down the corridor.

Harry turned and gave Ron a confused look. Ron shrugged in reply. "I dunno, mate." They turned and made it about fifty meters away from the site of the struggle, when Hermione and Draco stumbled into vision at the end of the corridor. "Is he wearing--?" Ron started.

Draco and Hermione skidded to a stop, wands out. "Is everything alright?" Hermione asked, looking around for any sort of action.

"Not quite," Harry answered. Hermione lowered her wand. "Er, Draco, where are your trousers?"

Ron had never seen Malfoy so uncomfortable. His arms were constantly twitching and moving, hugging himself, trying to hide the fact that he was practically naked. Even still, his thoughts were focused acutely on the little Amitie girl. "So what exactly happened to Cammie?"

"She sort of ran off." Harry shrugged. "I dunno. I guess she went back to her dorms. She seemed alright, just spooked."

Malfoy raked his hands through his hair nervously but quickly, then snapped his arms back to cover his torso.

"On that note, Draco, where are your clothes?" Harry added, trying awkwardly not to look at Malfoy while still addressing him.

Malfoy muttered something about needing to sleep dressed, and then announced, "I need to check on Cammie. I'll talk to you in the morning." He made a move to head to the Slytherin dormitories when Ron called, "Wait!"

Three pairs of expectant eyes turned to face him.

"We could, er, walk you back." Ron mumbled, eyes downcast. He cleared his throat and spoke a bit louder, "You know, to make sure you get back safely and all."

Ron might've imagined it, but he thought he saw the faintest bit of a smile on Hermione's face.