REQUIREMENTS | DRACO MALFOY

34 | Draco In The Closet

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AFTER AN IMMENSE STRUGGLE, Hermione was able to tie Ron to the bedpost so he couldn't escape and tell Harry what he had just seen.

Which was: Draco falling out of my closet, tangled up in my robes.

I mean, I've seen Ron scared before, but this was definitely a step up from a forest full of spiders for him. He was trying to wriggle his way free wildly, his eyes bugged out of his head, and a hand whipped out towards the Slytherin on the other side of the room.

"Stalker!" The red-head yelled, squirming around, "how long have you been spying on [y/n]?!"

Sigh, this was going to be a long night.

I rolled my eyes, glancing at Hermione in a mixture of disappointment and disbelief, "Ron..."

"How long have you been hiding in her closet?!"

Seeing the boy at such a disadvantage obviously made Draco more inclined to jump in. He pulled up a small chair, placing it at the end of the bed and sitting down with a smirk.

"Twenty seven years," he smirked, "it's become my second home."

I frowned, "Draco, you're making this worse."

"Sorry, love, I can't help it."

"NO, no, no, NO!" Ron squirmed, "why the bloody hell did Malfoy just call you love???"

When Ron was stressed, he lost all sense of intelligence. He clearly couldn't deduct the obvious answer to that question, and Hermione could confirm based on the pressed look on her face. Draco looked like he was about to let out a snort of laughter.

"Malfoy was snogging Pansy in the bathroom!" Ron whimpered, pressing himself as far away from the Slytherin as possible, "and now he's here to kill me because I told you guys the secret!"

"Ron..." I sighed.

"Why won't you two help me?"

"Because Draco wasn't snogging Pansy," I said bluntly, "he was snogging me."

I swear the life drained out of Ron's eyes as soon as I said those words. Maybe not just his life, but his soul entirely. He sat there frozen, a lump of disbelief and a stone rock of defiance. The three of us just stared at him. He needed to accept this for himself.

Finally, after what felt like five whole minutes, Ron spoke.

"Does Harry know?" He squeaked out.

I shook my head, "no, Harry doesn't know."

"Harry's gonna know."

"Harry's not going to know."

"He's gonna know!"

"He's not!"

There was a pause, where Ron just stared at me with horror in his eyes. He glanced towards Draco, then back to me, then back to Draco, and then back to me. It was starting to dampen my mood.

"Draco Malfoy," he muttered to himself, "out of all people."

"Watch your mouth, Weasley," Draco hissed, "I'm still sitting here."

If I was being honest, I think Ron was taking this fairly well. Not the best, but still better than the first time Hermione found out, considering he didn't seem to threaten to bring me back from the dead just to get an answer out of me—not to mention, Draco himself was here to scare him out of his wits.