Alright, this was the first thing i ever wrote, and so far it's gotten good reviews, so enjoy. Its more fluffy than anything else, but it's not the average. Con crit is of course always welcome, but please don't be vicious. It's just plain rude. We can all disguise flames as maturely written opinions ;)

Title: Hermione Found Out
Author: Jay Scene
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Worlds Shortest Disclaimer: ain't mine, never will be
Rating: PG/PG-13
Summary: Hermione witnesses a little winter-time fun



Hermione Found Out

Hermione traced her finger across the bottom of the book, twisting the edge of an old dusty page up to turn it, reading the last few words. She found the next page was blank. As was the one after that. She realized, after suffering a panic attack while trying to stave off the impending heart attack, that that was the end of the book. She decided she’d been working too long.

She could hear the loud common room party all the way up in her room, and blamed this for most of her distraction. She also knew that one could not just sit at a desk for five and a half hours and blame a distant party for all one’s distraction.
‘Maybe I should go down,’ she thought unenthusiastically. ‘I guess they did win their match. I bet Harry and Ron are both down there.’ Her prefect side rejoiced at the thought of all the miscreants she could assert her prefect-ness over- but, on the other hand, her mind was screaming ‘NEWTs!’, and she knew she would never get a chance to go down.

She sighed and closed the book, and, glancing up at the nearest window, realized that it was snowing. It wasn’t the first snow of the year, but growing up muggle had always left her in awe of the magical sight. When she actually knew real magic, it didn’t seem as interesting as it had, but for some reason, tonight it hit her in the stomach to see it, and suddenly she was an excited little kid again. She hurried to the window to get a better look, thinking it was probably healthy for her to get up and move anyway after sitting on that chair for so long.

The sight filled her with utter joy. The beautiful, sparkly flakes coated the tops of the castle, the branches of the Forbidden Forest, and the two bodies down below…
‘Wait a minute!’ her inner prefect cried. ‘Its past hours! Outside on a night like this! Against the rules!’
It spluttered on until Hermione’s brain registered that one of the two down there had scruffy black hair, glasses…
‘Harry!’ she thought immediately, more than a bit surprised. She could recognize that boy anywhere, after knowing and worrying after him for seven years. She could likewise recognize Ron, but then again, so could everyone, what with the flaming red hair.
Her mind flicked back to the problematic situation at hand. What on earth was Harry doing down there in these conditions? And why would he rather be out there than celebrating with the rest of the Gryffindor team? Realizing- how ever much it hurt her to disobey the rules and take advantage of her prefect duties- that she could not report them to the nearest authority figure now that she knew it was Harry, she turned her attention to discovering the identity of the second person. It took her very little time, although her brain frantically tried to refuse the evidence.

Malfoy was standing opposite Harry. She was instantly on edge. How far was this fight going to go? Why on earth had Harry not told her or Ron or anyone about this! What if it had gone too far? No one would have known that either Harry or Malfoy were out there. They could have frozen to death if one had hurt the other badly! She watched, terrified, as Malfoy made the first move. He bent down, picked up a handful of snow, sculpted it carefully, and threw it at Harry.

Hermione thought her brain had stopped functioning properly. Malfoy appeared to be… laughing? Harry also seemed to be smiling. Harry must have some sort of diabolical scheme on his mind to smile like that at Malfoy, she reasoned. It was the only explanation, which set her off worrying again. What if it was too diabolical? Harry then scooped up a handful of snow, and biffed it back at Malfoy. For some unknown reason, Malfoy was smiling too. Oh gods. They were going to tear each other apart. She froze in horror at those smiles; they seemed so casual, there was obviously something atrocious planned. She didn’t realize she was wringing her hands until it started to hurt.

Harry launched himself at Malfoy. Harry hit him in the stomach area, arms going around his body, and since they were on a bit of a slope, they rolled quite a way, unfortunately, and most of them were out of view to Hermione. All she could deduce was that Harry was on top of Malfoy- she could see Harry’s back and head, but only Malfoy’s head underneath Harry’s.
‘This is it’ she thought, hyperventilating. ‘Harry’s probably putting his fingers around Malfoy’s slender throat, and squeezing the life from his poor body.’
That’s when it hit her that Malfoy wasn’t struggling. He was perfectly calm and still underneath Harry. And then, to make matters more confusing, she heard a small tinkling sound coming from the boys. It was unmistakable to her: it was a laugh, and definitely not Harry’s.
Malfoy must be insane, she concluded quickly. Who laughs at a time like this?! ‘Run, you fool!’ she silently screamed at him. ‘Your life is in peril, idiot!’

She then saw Harry’s smiling face duck down – she couldn’t think of any reason he’d do this, except to bite Malfoy’s nose off or something – and then she couldn’t see his face anymore, just his hair and Malfoy’s hair. She watched as the messy black got closer and closer to the pristine platinum blonde, until it finally touched, and black mixed with blonde.

Hermione had no idea what to think. For their hair to touch, their faces had to be at least touching. They had to be incredibly close to each other…
‘Maybe they both fainted and slouched onto each other. I mean, two people could just randomly faint at the same time right?’ she thought, scraping her mind for anything that could explain this. ‘Maybe…maybe someone cast a spell on them!’
She glanced around the snowy scene quickly, but, of course, there was no one to be seen. She cast about for another reason for this unusual turn of events until she saw something slide up and down Harry’s back: a green and silver striped mitten.

‘Ok,’ she thought, a bit hysterically, jumping back from the window as her brain went into overdrive. ‘Ok, there must be some logical, reasonable explanation why Malfoy is rubbing Harry’s back…’

After a few seconds, her brain suddenly spluttered and died, like the severely overworked motor it was.
She peered carefully back out the window, made sure they were both moving, and therefore alive (not wanting their deaths on her head), and went quietly to her desk, put away her things calmly, changed into her nightie, crawled into bed, and tried to let her brain rest for the moment, going to a tranquil, happy place where there is no snow at all, and Malfoys keep their dirty hands to themselves, and Harrys do not enjoy it when they don’t.
One thing was certain in her mind, though: there would be an enormous amount of explaining going on tomorrow.


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