Riddle Me This

Chapter 62

Catherine's POV

Valentine's day was alright. Pansy seemed to have decided that having hearts floating around all the Eighth year couple's heads was awesome, especially when they randomly yelled any thought the person had about their other throughout the day. Needless to say, a lot of people's private lives were revealed, and Pansy got detention. No one was really too mad at her. Especially since Blaise had helped, and they had targeted Draco and I. It seemed that Draco only really thought the sweetest things of me. Which made me blush, since my thoughts were just as sweet, until later at dinner came and we both had the thought 'sort of wish this could hurry up so we could go have ridiculously mushy, lovey sex in the Room of Requirement.' Which only caused us both to shrug and then leave the room, everyone, including the staff, knowing exactly what we were going to go do.

And it was more along the lines of making love than sex, considering we both said 'I love you' the entire time, either coherently or distorted with gasps and moans. It was nice. We hadn't done it like that since we popped our cherries.

But all good things must come to an end. As we found out in early March. We had just had a rather difficult exam in Charms and gotten the results back. Hermione and I were happy to both have passed phenomenally, Hermione obviously much more than me, but I didn't fail and had gotten the best grade I ever had in that class. We were relaxing, Hermione by studying more, me by reading one of the healing books I had gotten from Kreatcher. We suddenly heard a loud crash, both our heads turning towards the door. I had a bad feeling, and by the look on Hermione's face, she did too.

We went out into the hall and both started heading towards Ron and Draco's room, and as soon as we opened the door, a hex was thrown across the room. I couldn't tell you who had sent it, because they were being sent back and forth. I disarmed Draco and Hermione disarmed Ron, both of us grabbing our boyfriend's wands in our hands, glaring at our respective partner. The other Eighth years were standing in the hall, Harry coming in while Hermione and I fully entered.

"What happened?" I asked Draco calmly.

"Why are you asking that slimy git?" Ron asked. "He's only going to- Ow, Hermione." I turned to see Ron rubbing the back of his head.

"He won't lie to Cat." Hermione said, before nodding to me. I nodded back before looking to Draco. He looked ashamed.

"From the beginning." I added. Draco nodded. "And look me in the eye Draco." He nodded again before looking up at me. "And without snide commentary. Facts only." And Draco nodded a third time.

"Weasley was having a fit that he failed his Charms exam, muttering and cursing and making a racket. I told him that if he wanted to act like a toddler, he could do it somewhere else, because some of us were trying to write our potions essay. He told me to piss off. I told him I'd love too, but I share a room with him, and as much as I wish I wasn't, we were stuck with each other for another three months. He told me to sod off and continued to make a racket. I turned and told him that if he didn't want to fail his next exam, that he should bloody well study for it and pay attention in class than thinking about how pretty Granger looked when she was answering questions." Draco paused and looked towards the door which was still wide open. I flicked my wrist, shutting it and leaving Draco, Ron, Hermione, Harry and I the only ones in the room.

"Is this all correct so far, Ron?" I asked, looking to the seething Gryffindor. He just grunted in agreement, and I turned back to Draco. "You may continue." Draco nodded, looking very much like a scolded child.

"He said that I wouldn't understand what that's like, being proud of having someone beautiful and smart like Granger." Draco took a deep breath. "I told him I lived that every bloody day, and what Weasley would never understand where the words actually coming out of Granger's mouth, because if he did he wouldn't have failed. His response was that he at least was able to be proud of dating someone who wasn't also having an affair with another woman." I sighed.