I own nothing. Still.
Buffy and Harry jumped apart guiltily. "Drake," Buffy yelped, surprised. "Um, it's the funniest thing-"
"Potty," Draco snarled, interrupting her, "Scat." Harry sprinted off obligingly. "You…" He grabbed his sisters arm tightly, and dragged her to the Common Room, ignoring her protests. He pulled her through the thankfully empty room, down the staircase, and into his room. He cast a silent Silencio, and then let rip.
"What the hell
was that?!" he roared. He still hadn't let go of her arm.
"Ow, Draco that, that hurts," Buffy said, squirming in his iron grip.
He started shaking her. "It should hurt! Do you think? What would've happened if it hadn't been me, hmm? What if Dawn came, or Jace, or - god forbid - Parkinson? We'd be a laughing stock!" He was panting heavily, his hair mussed and face bright red.
Buffy was beginning to feel guilty. Harry- Potty was nothing, just dirt beneath her stylish yet affordable boots. One day, she knew, her father's employer would kill him. "Look, Draco, I'm sorry," she said quietly.
Draco took a deep breath for another rant, and then let it go. It was like all the fight had gone out of him. "Just promise me you won't talk to him again, then go."
"I swear," Buffy said seriously, then started to slip through the door, but was stopped by her brother.
"I'll have to tell Father," he said gravely. Buffy paled, than nodded and glided away.
A very troubled Draco sat down at his desk, and started writing on the finest parchment he could find.Dear Father,
This is a very difficult letter for me to write. It's about my sister, Elisabeth...
Meanwhile, two fourth years held each other tightly. "Do you think they've stopped?" Dawn asked quietly. Her brother's Silencing Charms were nowhere near as good as he believed.
"Yeah," Jace said, trying to sound more confident than he felt. In truth, he felt just the same as Dawnie - he hated hearing Buffy and Draco fight. There just seemed to be something inherently wrong with it.
He made a move to get up, but Dawn stopped him. "Stay," she whispered. "Please. Just- hold me."
In the Gryffindor dorm, a terrified Harry was only just arriving back. He had been checking over his shoulder every other second, which had doubled his journey time.
Ron, Hermione, and Ginny had all fallen asleep curled up on a red velvet beanbag, presumably an effort to stay up for him. He smiled briefly at the picture they made, Hermione in Ron's arms with Ginny tucked away at the the small of his back, then conjured a blanket over them. He would talk to Buffy in the morning.
Please don't Avada Kedavra me! I'm not great at sticking with stories, and that wait was… impressive, so mucho thankiness to those who read. I never pretended I was going to be a reliable once-a-week writer, because I'm not. Sorry.
And I googled the s'mores thing: they were originally English, but there are now American, Canadian, Australian, Chinese, and Japanese versions (and you haven't lived until you've tried the German version, which includes LOTS of Lindt chocolate… yum…)
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