Title: Untitled

Author: Tinuviel Henneth

Draco Malfoy stood in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, Head Boy badge gleaming sinisterly, looking very much like his father. "And I suppose you're snogging my boyfriend why, Granger?" he called in a strained voice.

Hermione Granger choked and pushed away from the boy she had just been kissing quite enthusiastically. She looked around the Hospital Wing for a moment before spotting her fellow Head by the door, way across the Infirmary. "Your what?" she asked, staring at Malfoy agog.

"Yes," said Malfoy in a low, lethal voice, coming closer, "my boyfriend."

"I suppose I owe Ron some Galleons then. He thinks you've been polishing broomsticks the past three years." She smiled but it faded quickly upon looking at Draco. She nodded grimly and turned to look down at the boy on the bed. "I had no idea you were gay, Blaise. I'm sorry. I wouldn't have done that if I'd known," she said, knowing full well the irony in her statement.

Blaise Zabini wanted to die. He wanted to pull his covers over his head, crush his pillow over his face, and die. And, he fully would have done all of these things if he could have. But he had odd burns over most of the lower half of his body (not in certain important places, thank everything holy in the world) from the war, and he didn't have any covers. A Bubble Charm around his bed, modified with a Heater Charm, kept him perfectly comfortable. He had precious little to cover what he didn't want the whole school seeing. Actually, no, strike that. He was naked. Completely, utterly naked.

He looked at Hermione and then at Draco, who seemed to be trying very, very hard not to fly into a Weasley-esque rage. He supposed it would be funny to watch although possibly dangerous. "Uh-- well," he began, "yeah?"

She rolled her eyes. Draco passed through the Bubble Charm into the pocket around the bed. "I'm not going to be trite," he said carefully, more to himself than them. He looked at Blaise with narrowed eyes. "I should be so angry right now that I use an Unforgivable on you both, really. But, I'm not going to be trite and demand to know how you could do something like this to me. I don't really care how or why. I don't. Really."

Hermione, having been friends with Harry Potter long enough, could spot an evasion from four leagues away, with her back turned and wax in her ears. "Right, Malfoy," she said dismissively.

"I'm sorry?" offered Blaise, avoiding looking at Malfoy. He couldn't just yet.

"You're sorry?" scoffed Malfoy. "You're sorry?"

He looked so positively like Lucius that moment that Hermione leaned forward in anticipation that he throw his head back and laugh like the Wicked Witch of the West. To tell you the truth, on a bad day, Draco was quite witchy. How had she ever bet against Ron about his sexual preference?

Blaise stared at him plainly, having worked up his nerve. "Yes, Draco. I'm sorry. But frankly, I kissed her first."

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