Sleeping With Snakes ~ A Dramione FanFiction

Love, Mother

Skeeter tried her hardest to corner Narcissa, then me, finally Draco to find out the circumstances of Narcissa's visit. Even McGonagall was keeping her mouth shut. Well not really. When has Minerva McGonagall really kept her mouth shut on anything? It was more along the lines of 'bugger off before I get a fly swatter; and leave my students alone'.

I really do admire McGonagall.

At dinner, I noticed a few people dropping notes in our box. Draco looked at me like I had something to do with it.

"Don't look at me."

"Why do I think this is going to be the new nightly entertainment."

"Well at breakfast we have whatever dung heap the Prophet spews out. Now I guess our class needs something for dinner." I continue eating while reviewing my defense notes from earlier today.

"Or what? They won't show. Highly unlikely. When in bloody hell did we become their entertainment?"

I stare him dead in the eye, "I think when you kissed me at the masquerade dance."

His infamously handsome smirk returns, along with the twinkle in his chrome eyes, "I am never going to apologize for that."

I shake my head, "Didn't expect it. I was just stating a fact."

All week new notes were dropped into the box. Finally come Wednesday I ask, "Should we start reading them?"

"As long as it is nothing embarrassing. If there is anything remotely embarrassing in this box, it ends." He said loud enough so that the whole hall could hear.

Ginny chipped up, "Then take mine to your dormitory. I want details later."

My face fell into my hands to hide how reddened I was at that one moment. The whole hall heard. And I can only suppose they are guessing what question Ginevra Weasley would have put into the box.

"Do I want to know?" he huskily asks so that only I know. I shake my head, not exposing any part of my face to anyone - including him. "THAT bad?" I nod. "Hell... when did you start this?"

"Our fight... The girls were a little drunk. I was a little"

"Hormonal. I'm getting used to it." I can tell by the tone in his voice that Skeeter was leering nearby. "Okay, let's get started on this. How does it work?"

I peek my eyes through my fingers, so that he understands the eye roll I am giving him. "Reach in, grab a question, state it, and answer it. Then I'll answer it. If there is any discussion, we go from there."

"Let's see what we get." He reaches in and shuffles the pieces of parchment around before deciding on one. He reads over it silently, his eyes growing huge. "This must be Ginny's." He passes it to me.

Sure enough the question was there in my best friend's handwriting, 'Describe in detail what your personal kinks are in the bedroom?' I crumple up the piece of parchment, walk over, and hand it to Harry. "Your girlfriend needs to know yours. Not my boyfriend's. Thanks."

The whole hall erupted in laughter as the famous Hero of Hogwarts turned an unsightly shade of red, that actually matched his girlfriend's haircolor.

Draco reached in again a grin on his face, shuffling papers around. "What are your plans upon graduation? For example, where do you want to live and how to pay for the place, your job, etc." I can see his eyes grow as he ponders this for a moment. "This must be one of yours baby." I shake my head. We had briefly touched on it before, but Daphne wanted the details. "Let's see, I know I am taking over father's job when we graduate. I actually am scheduled to start work there the Monday after we graduate. It was one of the things mother mentioned when she was here." I could tell by the sound in his voice he wanted some type of break, but he wouldn't be getting one. "A place to live... Well we need to find one. Maybe during the holidays we should start looking. Do you want a downtown loft? Because the house that you grew up in sounds lovely. And I am willing to pay for everything, as long as it's with you." He takes my hand.