Triple Trouble

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Chapter 10

Blaise's POV

I watch Draco wake up from unconsciousness with glee. My mate here always boasts to never being drunk which results in no hangovers. He's receiving no sympathy from this end of the stick. Or from Pansy, she's gone off to complain to Millicent how sore her back is and how she almost came into contact with squished gum.

"Aaaawww, what the hell is this?" Draco groans, rolling to his side. I cross my arms and lean back in my chair. Draco dramatically rolls again and this movement results with a solid thud on the floor. "Shit." He blearily looks up at me. "How'd you ge' in past the," He searches the air for the word. "Guard."

I grin knowingly. "The lady's not hard to get past, mate. She's easy to flatter." Draco rolls his eyes, pulling himself into a sitting position.

"I was talking about Granger."

"So was I." I laugh as Draco curses under his breath, heaving himself back onto the bed.

"What the hell did I drink? Malfoys do not get drunk. Malfoys do not have hangovers."

He raises his head to my direction. "What are you doing in my room?"

I continue to smirk. "You wound me my friend. Brought you some sober up." I hold the vial up to him tantalizingly. He seizes it.

"Thank you." He gulps it down, cringing at the sour taste. I cackle at his reaction. He could've been MsGonnogal's offspring.

"It doesn't taste that bad Draco."

"Can it Blaise. I feel like… much better actually." Draco shakes his messy white blonde hair. "What time is it?"

I glance at his clock. "It is 7:30 PM on a Thursday night. You were eating dinner with the rest of humanity when you decided to drop your face into a bowl of whipped cream." He growls at me. Obviously he doesn't appreciate my narrative voice. Sigh, you try to help a fellow Slytherin out and it adds up to nothing.

Draco shrugs out of his wrinkled uniform shirt, tossing it onto the floor while walking towards the bathroom. I hear the tap running. "So, you remember what you've been up to for the past month Draco?"

"Yeah Blaise. I've come back to school and- Holy Shit!!" He pulls the door open, water dripping from his face. "I've been mooning over a Hufflepuff!!" His face is in disgusted surprise. I lift an eyebrow.

"Don't look so disgusted mate. Chloe's not exactly hideous."

"She's not my type either Blaise. Shit, why didn't you stop me?" He rakes his hands through his hair. I roll my eyes.

"After what you did to Johnson in Hufflepuff for getting between you two? I'd like to keep my Italian good looks intact thank you very much!" I rise to my feet and lean against the door jam as Draco proceeded to brush his teeth. "You still plan to take Chloe to the dance tomorrow?"

Draco spit viciously, glaring at me from his mirror. "Me, Draco Scorpion Malfoy, take a Hufflepuff to the dance?" I nod. He presses his lips together. "Hell no."

I didn't say anything. I didn't dare.

Ginny's POV

"Chloe, you are going to this dance with Quinn Johnson and you will have fun!" I command, planting my hands on my hips. Francine nods in agreement, straightening Olisa's hair.

Chloe sits in front of her vanity applying mascara. Her blue eyes watched me warily. "I know I'll have fun. It's just that I might run into Dra- Malfoy there and it might get awkward. You know we've been avoiding each other all day." She pushes her hair out of her face with a clip, allowing her hair to trail her back in loose waves.

Chloe's dressed in a halter baby blue dress that just meets her knees and some killer looking silver high heels.

I'm dressed in a bright yellow strapless dress that cost me most of my savings plus a bit a "borrowed" from Ron without asking. It stops above my knees and clings to me like a glove. Harry is going to be drooling all night. I've piled my red curls into a side ponytail. It's gold flats for me, high heels are my worst nightmare.

Olisa's wearing a black and silver swirled floor length dress with a rather naughty slit up her right leg. Her hair's piled on top of her head. She's out to impress Kyler, a Ravenclaw, tonight!

Luna's wearing a baby pink one-shoulder dress with ballet slippers. She's woven white ribbon through her hair into a classic bun. She looks like an angel with big blue eyes. She keeps squeezing Chloe's hand in a calming fashion.

And Francine. Well, she's way out there tonight. Her short hair is straightened and the colour she's chosen for tonight is brilliant oh my gosh it hurts the eyes yellow. She's wearing a long sleeved, figure fitting bronze dress and shoes with strings that you tie up your legs. For her, it's a pretty boring day.

"Alright, everyone ready to boogie?" Francine asks, shaking her hips suggestively. Everyone laughs. Reaching out, I link arms with her.

"Let's go scare everyone." We lead the group from Ravenclaw and out the door.

Pansy's POV

Ok, the dance is not half bad. Blaise is a very good dance partner and has currently swindled Francine into a dance, though by her facial expressions she isn't quite sure how… Oh wait, she just stomped on his foot and is running back to the edge of the floor. Draco on the other hand is just being moody. He's drinking the spiked punch like it was water and continues to watch Chloe dancing with Johnson.

Draco is a close friend, an ex-crush, but never the less a close friend. I do not let friends drink themselves into a miserable stupor, no matter how heavy they are. I surprise Draco by grabbing his ear. "Alright lover boy, you and I are going onto the floor. You are going to twirl me just the way you like it, and you are going to pretend you are enjoying my company."

"Pans, knock it off. I'm not in the mood-"

"Tough. I've already danced with Blaise. He's boring me. Now dance." He's dancing now, though his mind is on other matters. Oh well, I get to spin. Wheee!!!

Quinn's POV

Luckily if Malfoy becomes bored with glaring at me and decides to Avada me, I've got witnesses.

Francine's POV

If he stuns me again and kidnaps me to the floor, I won't wait for him to call me Frannie before I hex him.

Blaise's POV

My foot hurts.

Chloe's POV

After thanking Quinn with a kiss on the cheek for tonight, I immediately strip from my dress and heels and head into the shower. I set the temperature to boiling and allow the water to soak the back of my head. Quickly washing and drying, I put on my baggy grey t-shirt and boxer shorts before climbing into bed with Buggier at my side. He promptly falls asleep on the pillow beside my head.

I stroke his fat side. Draco had looked good tonight. He and Pansy looked like they were having fun. Sigh, oh well. Quinn was a lot of fun. I smile. There may be something to base a relationship on after all. With that thought, I immediately fall asleep.

I wake up to Buggier sneezing. Then I feel cold hands and strong arms lift my warm blankets off. "Ughbu!" I open one sleepy eye. "Whas going on?!" I stage whisper, resting my arms on my tummy and leaning my head against something warm and hard.

"Shhh. I'm putting you to bed." I yawn loudly.

"But I already was in bed." I weakly point, though now the dark world is spinning and I've lost my sense of direction.

"Go back to sleep."

"Okay." I snuggle into the warmth enveloping me. Buggier can look after himself.

Draco's POV

Sneaking out of Hufflepuff dorms was too easy. Now Olisa Shelton is standing before me with a mean looking wand.

"If you hurt Chloe in any way, I will hex you into ashes and Francine will gladly throw you into a pit full of hot raving lava." I scuttle around her, just managing to avoid a string of pink sparks flying from her wand. Who knew Olisa could be so evil?

Chloe is so small. She weighs practically nothing as I carry her through Hogwarts up to my room. I carefully seat her on my lap as I sit on my bed. She makes a soft disgruntled noise. "It ain't morning yet. I know that for a fact." Ahh, always my grumpy girl.

I smile gently. "Lift your arms up Chloe."

"Do I have to?" She reluctantly obeys. I gently slip off her grey shirt and help her into my silk dark green one. She shivers. "You better not be trying to get me naked Malfoy. Francine will freak."

I chuckle, pulling my own shirt off before lifting her to my pillows and draping my covers around us both. I'm more worried about Olisa than Francine. No one would suspect innocent, hard working Olisa Shelton of murder. "I'm not. Go to sleep now Chloe."

"Okay." She wraps an arm around my chest before promptly falling asleep. I finally close my eyes, resting my cheek against her hair.

Chloe's POV

Mornings are the devil's work. Birds are screeching, the sun is too bright, my shirt is too smooth to feel like cotton, my pillow keeps rising and falling. My pillow? I raise my head to find guarded grey eyes watching me. I glance at the clock. 8:00 AM. I am not a happy camper. "What are you doing in my room?" I ask grumpily, my voice still deep from sleep.

"On the contrary, you're in my room." His voice holds no grogginess but amusement. He's wide-awake and ready for action.

I lick my lips. "Okay rephrase of question. How the hell did I end up here?" I frown for a moment in thought. Ah shit. "You carried me here." I look into his emotionless grey eyes. "Why did you carry me here? I thought you drank the entire antidote."

A hand reaches out and plays with my loose hair. "You looked pretty last night. You should wear your hair down more often." Now he's procrastinating.

I rest my hands on his chest and cover them with my head, looking him square in the face. All sleepiness is gone. "Why did you carry me here last night?"

"I couldn't sleep." Stay with me patience.

"Why couldn't you sleep?"

"You weren't here." I pause, processing that thought.

"You couldn't sleep without me here."

He nods. "I'm also moody during the day when I'm not with you. Or so Granger, Pansy, and Blaise tell me." He continues to concentrate on twirling my hair around his finger, refusing to meet my gaze. Aaaaaaahhhhh, he misses me! Luna would love this! I smile warmly, raising a hand to his cheek and gently coaxing him to look at me.

"Draco?" His gaze finally reaches mine.

"Hmmm?"

"I wanna cuddle." Draco smiles, obliging me by wrapping one arm around my waist and the other pressed against my shoulders. He presses a kiss against my head.

"Me too." He tips my head up to kiss me on the mouth. I opt for the cheek, slapping a hand over my mouth. He pouts. "Wha's this?"

"Morning breath." Sighing impatiently, he whips my hand away from my mouth before pressing a hard, claiming kiss against my mouth. Drawing back and leaving me panting, he gives me the infamous Malfoy smirk.

"Mine." He tucks my head firmly under his chin and continues to cuddle with me. Malfoys cuddle you know.

Draco's POV

Yeah, yeah. It's true. This Malfoy cuddles.

Yeah! I'm all done! Now I'm going to bed. Goodnight!