The Misfits

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1- Saturday Night

Harry and Hermione had not expected to find Draco and Pansy in the Astronomy Tower the Saturday night after school began on their seventh and final year…

The four had decided to finish their educations; though the two Gryffindors had not known that the two Slytherins had decided to do so, and vice versa.

When the two, with their green ties, had walked into the Great Hall, Hermione and Harry had turned to one another with wide eyes, before turning back to the Slytherins to watch as they sat at the end of their house table; their backs to the Gryffindors, though they could see that Draco, surprisingly, still commanded the majority of the Slytherins' respect.

Nearly every student at the Slytherin table nodded to them as they sat; all but the first years, who cowered as Draco looked at them nonchalantly.

The blonde, though he had dealt with a few months in Azkaban before Harry, Hermione, and Ron had testified on his behalf (a month ago), looked good; as if he had completely recovered from any and all physical and mental damage he'd endured over the years as his father's platinum doormat.

Draco had been released almost instantly upon the Golden Trio, as the press had begun to call them, all agreeing he should be pardoned. A month later, as he walked through the large double doors of the Great Hall, his arrogant air had been undoubtedly assured- unmistakably untouchable- he looked completely unscathed as he and Pansy slid into their seats.

He was still the King of Slytherin, and she was still his Queen.

Pansy's family had refused to be a part of the war, and had been pardoned from any and all trials or persecution; to see Pansy alongside Draco only meant that the Pureblood community still held his family name in high regard. He was still their King; only made more obvious by the witch who trailed him.

That meant a lot to both Gryffindors as they watched the pair settle in and begin to eat; bright green meeting chocolate brown with raised brows and concerned gleams.

"He came back?" Hermione discreetly asked Harry under her breath, who shrugged his shoulders. He didn't know what to think of this, just as much as Hermione, who had been positive she'd never encounter the Malfoy man again…

They would have never guessed that he would return… not ever.

And they would have never guessed that they would catch the two Slytherins sitting at the top of the Astronomy Tower; both of their legs hanging over the edge as they passed a bottle of whiskey between them; talking in whispers, leaning in toward one another for support, smoking cigarettes.

Upon hearing them overhead, Hermione and Harry having walked through the silencing charm, taking advantage of silencing charmed shoes, walked up the stairs to see what the two had been up to.

It seemed the Slytherins had been thinking the same thing as the Gryffindors; Harry grabbing the bottle of whiskey from Hermione before saying,

"Hey."

The Slytherins jumped a bit, grabbing onto the ledge, and one another, to keep them from falling from shock, and they turned to look at the Gryffindors with wide eyes, before they lowered their lids into glares.

"Hey," Pansy said, her voice cautious, low… but not threatening or angry; despite her face being pulled into one of displeasure…

"Mind if we sit with you?" Harry asked, causing Hermione to look at him with widened eyes as the three shocked students watched Harry walk to sit on the other side of Pansy; the witch staring at her rival house schoolmate as he settled next to her, opened the bottle in his hand, and drank from it.

Hermione, who had suggested she and Harry go up to the Astronomy Tower and deal with some issues, was not expecting to deal with the issues that came with talking to Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson… It had been newly added to her list of things to do, what with their return to school, but it had been somewhere near the bottom; not at the top, as it now was.

The witch had to kick herself, because they hadn't checked the Marauders Map to see if they would have company in the tower, assuming no one in their year would dare visit it so soon…

But the Gryffindor woman, ever courageous, especially when the face of adversity was involved, decided to sit on the other side of Draco, and reached out and took the whiskey he had been holding. While drinking straight from the bottle, she looked at his shocked expression, and it was then that she noticed the telling signs of tears on the blonde's face.

She almost spit out her booze as she noticed this, and Harry leaned forward to look at her, ignoring the fact that he was sitting on that fateful ledge, only concerned by the fact that his friend had made an odd noise.

For a moment, Harry thought that Draco had done something, or said something he couldn't hear past the breeze; but he noticed, as the blonde turned away from his friend, that the moon was illuminating the tear stains on the Slytherin man's face, and he had turned away from Hermione to hide it…

Which only aided in Harry seeing it, and Pansy noticing they noticed, and Draco noticing that they all knew what he'd been doing, and he jumped to his feet in a flash to leave.

"Draco!" Harry and Pansy yelled in unison, sparing a glance at one another as they both stood to chase after the fleeing man. Hermione stood, not really knowing what to do; the whiskey she almost spit up burning in her nose and throat as she watched the raven-haired pair make after the blonde.

All Hermione could think was, 'He's… crying…'

She'd never seen Draco cry before; she'd seen him on the verge of tears at the battle, and he showed little sign of fear or sadness when he'd sat on trial before them… Now, in the intimacy of the ashen, haunting tower, the man had decided to cry on the shoulder of his best friend, just as Hermione and Harry had planned on doing.

"Draco! Stop!" Harry yelled as he began to make down the stairs, aware of the sound of Pansy's high heeled footsteps close behind him. "I don't care if you're crying. I was coming up here to do the same thing! So stop, and share a fucking drink with me, mate."

Harry was aware of Pansy stopping in her advance on the stairs as Harry began to talk to Draco on the lower landing; the moonlight falling in through the cracks above, illuminating the blonde like some dark Patronus.

The two men stared at one another in silence as Draco stopped in his exit, turning to look back at Harry and Pansy… and Hermione, who stood behind the shorter Slytherin witch.

Hermione had heard everything as she followed the group; Draco's whiskey still in hand, and his discarded cigarette between her lips. She looked down at them- taking a drag, pulling away, exhaling- all as she watched Draco turn to look at her lover and fellow Head, the two men staring each other down as Hermione stepped to stand next to Pansy.

The raven-haired woman looked over, and their brown eyes locked as Hermione nodded her head once at Pansy, saying in a whisper,

"Hey."

"Hey," Pansy responded, giving a nod of her own head, before the witches turned back to the wizards.

"I-" Draco stammered, letting his eyes fall from Harry's as Hermione noticed the silver glare fall into an expression of defeat, "-I don't want to cry with you, Potter."

"Get over it!" Hermione said loudly, the booze hitting her stomach, causing her Gryffindor courage to blast through the roof, "We get it! You fucked up. Big deal! But we all fucked up! We all have baggage, and we are all too fucking grown up to allow any more of Voldemort's past shite to bleed into our presents… or our futures…

"Your parents are in prison, Harry's are dead, I wiped my parent's memories, and they don't remember who the fuck I am… and Pansy here decided that handing "The Chosen One" over was a capital idea.

"Now get over it, Draco, and have a drink with us." Hermione threw her cigarette butt on the floor by Harry, who stepped to put it out without looking away from the other man. "And give me another fag, would you?" Draco looked up at her with a quizzical expression, and she said, "I'm drinking, and I only smoke when I drink… so hand them over."

Harry looked up at his lover, who stood next to Pansy on the stairs; the usually vocal woman standing still and quiet as she watched this all transpire. As Harry's eyes met the Slytherin woman's, she blinked at him for a moment, before she set her face in determination and made down the stairs to Draco.

The Gryffindors watched as Pansy grabbed Draco by the hand, the blonde's face downcast once more, and she pulled him past Harry and toward the stairs; where the Slytherin passed Hermione his pack of cigarettes during his ascension.

Hermione turned to Harry, who shrugged, and she gave him a half smile in return as they ascended themselves.

A/N: This will be a series of short chaps. At least for the most part. There are many warnings for this fic; i.e. descriptive smut (het and slash), language, alcohol use, as well as many other adult situations (just to name a few). I have also placed this fic into the "Any World" category, seeing as I will be "drifting off course", so to speak, as far as the books go. But not too much.

Be warned, and enjoy.

(Saturday Night- The Misfits)

And I can remember when I saw her last
We were running all around and having a blast
But the back seat of the drive-in
Is so lonely without you
I know when you're home
I was thinking about you,
There was was something I forgot to say
I was crying on a Saturday night