An hour later, the weather calmed down, causing the violent streams of the nearby river to slow down. The dark clouds flew away, and the sun shone brightly over the lushing greenery.
The sun's warmth enveloped everyone with comfort, and chirping birds returned to the vines. A gentle breeze brought in the nostalgic fragrance of rain, a refreshing feeling, despite the dampness in the surroundings.
The group was casually sitting on the couches, each lost in their thoughts. Theo had been texting his boyfriends for the past hour, a smile evident on his face. Others had their eyes closed, with their heads in their hands.
Draco and Hermione had gone to get changed. Traces of their feet were visible across the entire floor. Hermione made a mental note to clean up her house and place weather-protection spells over it.
Harry nudged Ginny, reading the latest edition of Quibbler, "Can we have the dessert?"
Ginny turned her head and looked Harry dead in his eyes, "There is no dessert. If you forgot, it was on the table." Harry might have gasped, shocked at the dissatisfaction of a complete meal. Ron overheard their conversation and shared the same feelings.
Blaise questioned, "Why're you acting like headless chickens?" He was resting on the small couch, his eyes indefinitely wandering in the open space.
Nearly ripping off the arms of the new couch, Ron turned towards him, "There's no dessert, Zabini. That's practically a crime."
Blaise dismissed him, "Chill. Theo will make something for us, wouldn't you?"
Theo monotonously stated, "I can't hear you, Blaise." His fingers continuously moved, typing an infinite number of letters. The clicking was almost unbearable.
"I'll pay you extra."
"Off I go!" Theo skidded to the kitchen, creating loud crashes in the kitchen. Meanwhile, Hermione and Draco made themselves comfortable in the leftover space.
Water slowly dripped from their damp hair, messing up the entire place. To the annoyance of Harry, Hermione twisted her hair further, drenching the remaining water on the uncarpeted floor.
"Mione, could you stop? Do this in your own room." He hesitatingly sent narrowed glances toward the brunette.
"It's my house. I'll do as I please. And I'm just drying my hair. What's wrong with that?"Harry sighed, "Just dry your hair with a spell."
Ginny smacked the back of Harry's head. She pinched his ear harshly as she responded to him, "Use a drying spell, huh? Do you know how bad it's for your hair? Don't think I haven't spotted you covering a bald spot in your hairline."
Ron straightened up, laughing lightly, "You've got a bald spot, mate? Wicked! You told me you were, ahem, immune to the charm."
"Clearly not. If you make a nonsensical comment, I'll send you inside to clean whatever Theo has destroyed."
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The Malfoy Mystery
FanfictionOne day, Draco felt himself changing. No, not like puberty, but something else. He discovers things about himself that his family has hidden since his birth. His family, his entire life had been a hoax. He has trouble accepting this reality and has...
