Sleeping With Snakes ~ A Dramione FanFiction

Beauty and the Beast

I drag Ron and Draco up to my dormitory - fine the 'isolation dormitory', and lay out the plan: Gaston - bulky hunk that draws all the women will be Ron and in traditional French provincial attire; Draco is going to be much harder as the Beast - the cocky spoiled prat that grew up and learned to love. I decide to go with the iconic yellow ball gown for my costume.

I am in full transfiguration mode of Ron's costume, it kind of shut him up that he's going as part of this fairy tale, when there's a knock at the portrait hole. After giving Draco the options of helping me or answering the knock, he took the latter.

"Ginny can't come." Harry barges in. "They won't let her. And there are so few girls this year, how can it be 'couples' and all the girls are taken."

"You didn't need to remind me Harry." I lament. The boys didn't understand why I hung out with them so much; maybe it was because there were a quarter of the number of girls in my year now. And if you take out the Slytherins, it was even fewer. And I was the lone Gryffindor since the Patil twins didn't return.

Draco smirked, "Probably a few of you guys can be each other's dates. I've always wondered about Finnigan and Thomas."

"Draco, behave" I verbally smack. Harry and Ron slowly back away from me. I guess they've learned their lessons over the years. "So we can do some tweaking." I think for a minute. "Got it. Harry you will be the 'post dead beast' prince."

"Wait why can't I be the prince?" Draco pouts.

"First, you are the beast at least personality wise. Second, how many times have you come back from the dead?" It quieted him up. "Thought so."

"Ok what about the 2 meter rule?"

"Honestly Belle is with the Beast more than she is with the prince. So we won't have to worry about that either. Now quit whining!" I see Ron sneak over to Harry's side and them whispering. They had better tell me later what they were talking about. "I'm not done with you yet Ronald, get back here."

"'Mione," Harry says trepidatiously, "you're kinda scary."

Ron slowly makes his way over as I give a death-by-dirty-look to my two best friends that are cowering away from me. "I thought you established that 4th year. Or did you forget?"

Draco's just chuckling at them. I am still working on Ron's costume, now slightly stressed about having to do another one. Plus I never liked the hoop-skirt look of some of the Belle dresses. I am trying to figure out how to get the fullness of the skirt while being able to sit down (hoop skirts pop up, which is why bloomers were created I learned).

"Harry," I ask, "is there any chance that you can look up your costume and start working on it. I'm dreading mine and Draco's."

"Don't worry about mine dear." I give him a dirty look. That word still hasn't been officially added to the list. "I can do that. There's enough pictures here in the book to help me out."

Ron leans over to me, "Did he just call you?"

"Shut it Ron. Now stand still. I'm almost done with you."

"Oh dear, do you want help with yours also?" He called from his room.

"No Draco, I'm trying to figure out the skirt, without a hoop underneath."

"It's easier than that dear." He looks grabs some floo powder (our fireplace has basic communication because of the 2 meter rule) and announces the Manor. I can hear him discussing something with his mother, I think. "Dear, our costumes are on their way. Relax." He came over massaging my shoulders.

"What do you mean?"

"Mother's taking care of it. Now just re-lax." I have to admit his hands kneading my shoulders is definitely relaxing me. "You work on Ron's, I've got Potter's. Then just do your makeup and hair." I close my eyes and almost fall asleep to his fingers working on my tense shoulders, with three different boys watching me all with different agendas.