Operation: Drarry

Chapter 12

Dinner was an uneventful affair. Although the She-Weasley still wanted to cuddle me even though I belonged to Pansy (I wince in pain every time I think of that. Me being bloody owned, no one owns a Malfoy) and Ganger still looks at me with distrust but acceptance.

Pansy didn't show up to dinner, which was a little strange but it was most likely she is still asleep, it has happened once or twice before.

It was agreed upon (I didn't get a say in this, which was damn well unfair since it was about me) that I would go with the Gryffindorks to their common room for the night, since they didn't know or trust any of the Slytherins that were at the dinner table (I'm not too sure where Theodore was) and they didn't know what the password for Slytherin was, so it was the only option they had.

And that is how I found myself curled up next to Potter the next morning, completely human.

Pansy

I stumbled out of my dorm room and into the common area, stifling a yawn. I realised that I skipped supper and would then need to take a trip down to the kitchens for myself and Draco.

Speaking of Draco, where is he?

Looking around confirmed that he wasn't in the common room and I began to fear that maybe Lucky got a hold of him. My fear for him only worsened when looking into his dorm room he wasn't there and I know he defiantly wasn't in my dorm.

"Hey, Theo, have you seen Dra-gon?" I bit my lip worriedly, scared that soon I was going to slip up with that name.

"Yeah, he went out just as I came in." Nott shrugged. "Have you seen Draco?"

I blinked, surprise that it took this long for someone to realise Draco hasn't shown his face since breakfast. I'm just grateful for that.

"No, of course not!" I said too loudly, wincing at myself.

Theodore narrowed his eyes at me in suspicion. "Are you sure? Because you defiantly did something this morning and obviously went ahead with your plan. It failed, didn't it?" Nott was looking so sure of himself I wanted to slap that smug little face of his so badly. Ugh, where's that untraceable poison when you need it?

"No, ha, of course not. Everything is going to plan."

"Pansy," Theo said slowly, and I just knew he wasn't buying it. "What did you do?"

My lips thinned in thought, worry and annoyance. There was no way in this life time was I going to tell Theodore that he was right. No bloody way.

I sighed, picking the lesser of two thoughts and wanting to get away from Theodore quickly. I turned around and walked back to my room, gathered my bed covers and my pillow and walked out of Slytherin, ignoring Nott's calls to where I was going.

It was going to be a long walk to Gryffindor Tower.

OoO

I banged on the frame of the painting impatiently, ignoring the glare that the fat lady in pink was giving me. I was just about to knock again when the frame finally opened to reveal a curious Ganger.

"Parkinson?"

She looked surprise to see me, which was understandable, but I didn't want to deal with her right now. I shouldered past her, sneering at the awful colour scheme. Giving a resigned sigh, I set up camp in the Gryffindor's common room (Minus the tent, of course, I would never bring something like a tent to Hogwarts).

"Um, Parkinson, what are you doing?"

I rolled my eyes at how nosey Ganger was. "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm setting up camp."

"Uh..." Ganger trailed off, looking lost for awhile. She must have eventually concluded that I was harmless and just returned to her seat and picked up the book she of course would have her nose in, a fat orange cat that seemed to be sulking was sitting on the arm of her chair.

Typical Ganger.

I got comfortable on the couch. It was going to be a long night for me.

Harry

I shifted around, snuggling deeper into my bed. My whole body immediately froze when I felt something right by me, in my bed, move as well. Something that was rather large, warm and defiantly not kitten-like, but more human-like.

Very slowly, and with a vague idea of what I was going to find, I opened my eyes.

Everything was of course out of focus due to me not having my glasses on, but there was no mistaking that blond hair.

Draco Malfoy is in my bed, I thought dazedly.

Draco was snuggled up close, arms wrapped around me and his legs thrown over mine, successfully keeping me trapped, and I was completely okay with being so. I guess I should have known I would have ended up with a human Draco in my bed. I had some idea that the cat was Draco Malfoy. I saw Parkinson putting something in his drink yesterday morning, he didn't show up for lunch or supper and now suddenly I am seeing a white kitten that I have never seen before that sort of reminds me of the ferret that Malfoy got turned into. Coincidence? Very unlikely.

I felt Draco's body beginning to stir and then stiffen (And not like that! Although I wouldn't mind it if it did). I felt him trying to slowly extract himself from me, and I was surprise that he didn't just yank his body away from mine as if it was on fire. I took pity on him and alerted him that I was awake.

"Morning, Malfoy."

His body, if possible, stiffened ever more and he cautiously looked up at me as if a deer caught in the headlights. With surprise, fear and alarm. I gave him a small smile to try and reassure him. He just blinked dazedly at me.

"Um, morning Potter?"

There was a terrible awkward moment where neither of us moved or knew what else to do.

Draco cleared his voice, looking extremely uncomfortable. "Potter, you must be wondering why I am currently in your bed. There is a logical explanation for all of this. I.. sleepwalk?" Draco said uncertainly before nodding and confirming the reason. "Yeah, I sleepwalked. Um, into your dorm and into, uh, into your bed?" Draco winced; he and I both knowing how poor that excuse was.

"Malfoy – or should I call you Gandalf the White? Or do you prefer Dragon?" I asked with a smirk.

Draco looked at me in surprise and embarrassment. "You knew?"

"Yes, I knew."

"How?"

"I had my suspicion since around lunch time, but the collar around your neck is a dead giveaway."

Draco's cheeks rapidly grew pink and I grinned cheekily at him. "Don't worry; I still think it looks cute on you."

Draco looked offended at that and it shook him out of his embarrassment. "It's not cute, Potter. It's sexy and hot and-"

I cut Draco's rant with a kiss, smiling into it when Draco, after he got over his shock, started kissing me back.

Draco

After a few more kisses with Potter (Which a part of me still couldn't warp its head around) I broke it off, wincing at the pain in my bladder. "Potter, as nice as kissing you is, I really have to use the loo."

"Way to kill the mood, Malfoy," muttered Potter.

"What, you would rather I squat somewhere and do my business as a cat?" I wrinkled my nose in disgust at the thought. "Perish that idea... Actually, I really should have done it on Weasley's bed."

"You're awful," said Potter with a grin.

"Yet you still kissed me," I gleefully pointed out. I eventually untangled myself from Potter (Not without a few kisses and some reluctance but really, one can only hold their bladder in for so long) and flounced off towards the bathroom, feeling rather smug. Now all I need to do is get Potter to kneel before me again.

Pansy would be please to know that one of her crazy schemes actually worked for once and that Operation: Drarry was finally a success. I wonder if she would appreciate it if I tried to set her and Theodore up as a thank you...