That evening Brogan did her homework in the Slytherin Common Room, it was much quieter and more studious than the Gryffindor room.  When she was done and couldn’t think of anything else to stall with Brogan went to her father with a request.  “I want to try out for the Quidditch team, is that okay?”

“What do you mean by okay?  Do you want permission or advice or another smack on the back of your head?”

“Actually,” she blushed, “I want a new broom.  I was thinking that it will be a different team so they won't know my style as well and my style is mostly wrecked now with the lefty/righty thing and my size being totally different.  I thought that if I had a different broom, because the Firebolt is just -I mean two students with a Firebolt would be absurd.  So if I had a regular broom, I was hoping it might be enough.”

“I think you raise good points Brogan, and I know how much you love to fly.  I saw you and Draco before classes started, we should not underestimate the psychological benefit.”

“Definitely not.”

“Which broom do you want?”

Brogan pulled out the Quidditch Weekly magazine she had been holding behind her back.  “Funny you should ask, there's a new Clean Sweep...”

Three days later she had a strange sense of deja-vu when a long wrapped package was waiting for her at the breakfast table.  “Thank you so much,” she gushed “and try outs are tomorrow, this is so perfect!  Do you think I'll have time to give it a test spin after classes today?  There's double herbology and Professor Sprout always seems to plan it so we're right in the middle of the project when the class ends and there's really no choice but to stay late and finish it.  I think she does it on purpose because we're free labor.”

“Wouldn't you do the same?  It's rather Slytherin of her, I'll have to share my complements.”

“Oh don't, they already treat me weird enough because I’m you daughter, if they knew we actually talked to each other it would be horrible.  Plus if you start acting too differently they'll think I'm poisoning you to get the Snape fortune.”

“It's odd how you've never inquired about the Snape fortune.”

“Yeah well, I did live at Spinner's End for a few weeks so I figured if there was one you would have spent it on moving out of there.”

“I feel as though I should reprimand you but I'm so delighted to see you reasoning things out that I prefer not to break the spell.”

Brogan deflated a little at that comment and picked at the straw on the bottom of her new broom, “I make different decisions now than I would have before, it frightens me.  If I look different and think differently then it's even more like Harry Potter died or something and I feel bad for him, he wasn't perfect but he tried his best and I kind of liked who I was, I worked hard not to let the Dursleys break me, you know and now it's like he's gone anyway.”  She started blinking hard at the memory of how hard she had fought to stay alive and true to himself.

Severus quickly realized the serious turn their breakfast conversation had taken, “I don't think it's the potion Brogan.  Your circumstances have just changed a lot and perhaps you have matured faster because of the change but I find you still extremely like Harry Potter.  Every time I see you flatten your hair over your forehead I'm convinced one of your friends will pop out of the woodwork screaming.  You have the same courage, I see it every morning when you pick up your bag and walk out the door. 

The potion your mother took changed how you looked; it didn't change your heart or soul or mind.  It didn't change your personality, we are wizards not gods.  I know you feel like a different person but I believe it's because you have a family now, such as I am, but I will still do my utmost to protect you and shield you.”

Tears were streaming down Brogan's face, “Harry Potter never cried and I cry every day it seems,” she complained ruefully, scrubbing her cheeks.

Severus was as unfazed by her tears as he was by her screaming, he unfolded his newspaper, “yes well I never said your hormones didn't change.  Hopefully you will get used to them soon, on the bright side I have gotten used to them.”

“Bully for you,” said Brogan, rubbing her eyes again and finishing unwrapping her new broom.  “Will it be obvious that it's new?”

“Would you like it to be a birthday present?” 

“No, we can just say you wanted me to be on the house team.  Of course I'll have to try and beat Draco for the seeker position; he's gotten kind of tall for it lately though.  Has he ever talked about switching it chaser?”

“That would be convenient for you wouldn't it?”  And Severus gave her an evil smile.

Herbology did go long but Brogan ran back to her room and ripped off her uniform as fast as she could.  She still hated the skirt, it made her horribly uncomfortable.  She pulled on a pair of jeans, a t-shirt and grabbed a jacket.  Halfway to the pitch with her new broom clutched in her hand she realized she had forgotten shoes again, but who needed shoes to sit on a broom, right?  She told herself as she kept running, being extra careful not to stub a toe.

Flying was awesome.  She rolled and dove and shot straight up.  A fair number of students were using the pitch to practice for the try-outs which all the houses would be holding that week.  Ron was there and he watched Brogan, it made her a little nervous how intently he watched her but she just flew harder to try and forget about what he might be thinking.

Draco was conflicted by her announcement of course.  On the one hand it would be wonderful to beat the Gryffindors, on the other hand he liked being seeker.  Maybe they could beat Gryffindor on their own without Brogan since Gryffindor wouldn’t have Harry Potter, but a Slytherin never accepted maybe when they could be certain about something, and having Harry Potter on their team made it certain they would beat Gryffindor.  He was also nervous about Brogan being recognized though; he wanted to forbid her from doing a Wronski Feint for so many reasons.  The Wronski was a signature Potter move, and it was dangerous, and it was extra dangerous because the fool wasn’t on a Firebolt anymore, and he was also convinced that she was still adjusting to her new body size.

He wished that Snape would point out all these things to her; she was still enough Harry Potter that she would completely disregard Draco pointing any of them out.  His perfectly valid and well reasoned concerns would be filed under Draco is trying to sabotage me so he can keep the seeker position.  This might have been true as well, so Draco kept his mouth shut.  He could do wise on occasion.

The tryouts were held the first Saturday of term and Draco had rehearsed how he would react to losing his position as seeker.  He had written a note to Brogan the night before as well, explaining his political motives and the various benefits that came with each nuance.  She was glad that he had warned her; otherwise she would have been shocked and disappointed to see him reverting to his ferrety old self and pitching such a tantrum.  Apparently though it was a comfort to his old friends to see that she hadn’t completely brain washed him and he was more trust worthy as a known quantity; if she could earn his respect back after this then she would have more power too.

She had hoped that maybe Draco would use their seeker fight as an excuse to be a little more standoffish too, but he seemed to have a horror of her doing anything alone.  He had even accepted a chaser position so he could chaperone her Quidditch practices.  It took under two weeks for Brogan to get sick of Draco always being right next to her.  When she asked him if he could please possibly back off he smiled sweetly and reminder her that they had Herbology next and she had never been to that particular greenhouse before and needed him to show her the way.  Clever smarmy bastard she thought uncharitably.  But that night after dinner when he wanted to drag her to the common room she asked him for a map to the library instead.  When he offered to escort her there she gave Blaise the most desperate look and he swiftly intervened for her. 

“Now, now, Draco.  Brogan is going to have to start finding her way at some point.  The two lasting gifts we owe our children are roots and wings after all.”  Brogan snorted in a most un-ladylike manner.

“Fine,” snapped Draco and he did seem hurt or peeved or something.  Brogan gave him a concerned look, what did he want from her?  What was he worried about?

“Alright, I’ll see you later.”  Brogan might have seemed a touch mad at her excitement over going to the library alone, but she was really desperate to be away from the Slytherins and pretend for a little while that it was another year.

After she scurried away Draco tried to look busy with his papers and avoid whatever comment Blaise was dying to make but it was no use.  “So Draco, what’s going on?  Why are you trying to keep Brogan glued to your side?  First years get lost all the time, she’ll be alright, the portraits will help.”

“I know,” Draco muttered.

“Well, then what?  Is Professor Snape making you monitor her every minute?”

Draco snorted, “no, he respects her too much for that.  I’m just an insecure little wretch I guess.”

“Draco, since when?”

Draco looked deeply at his best friend and then dragged him up to their dormitory.  He cast half a dozen privacy spells and then began to talk.  “Since this summer I guess.  My mother disobeyed the Dark Lord, he summoned me and she hid me with Snape instead.  And then just a few weeks ago there was that big break out from Azkaban, my father escaped with the others.

I got a post from my mother shortly after; she’s in France now, visiting some second or third cousin for the indefinite future.  So that’s good, she’s safe.  But I don’t dare to leave the castle.  I’m worried he’ll send me a howler soon disowning me.  I’m worried period.

And you know me, when I’m worried I cling.  Brogan is nice but more than that, she’s Snape’s daughter I can’t help but want her to like me so Professor Snape will keep offering me protection, or at least a passable cover story as his potions apprentice.”

“Draco, you can’t just pretend to like her for Snape’s favor.  Brogan is new here and if you hurt her in any way Snape will have your balls.”

“Actually I think his exact words were he would chop me up and feed me to a hippogriff.”

“Draco, it might have sounded amusing but I’m sure he was totally serious.  You’ve been around them for weeks now; surely you’ve noticed how protective he is?”

Draco nodded and Blaise continued, “I mean, yeah.  Your father might disown you and that would suck big time but if Harry Potter wins this war you won’t be on the losing side.  Maybe the Ministry can reinstate you since your father is probably not thinking his best after the Dementors and all.  And you said your mother is safe.  So those things are not ideal but if you’re using Professor Snape’s daughter to get closer to him then you aren’t coping with other people’s bad choices you are making your own horrifically bad choice!”

“I know.  And I think I like her just for her too, but I can’t stop thinking about what an important ally she is.  You know how I get obsessed with plans and schemes, making her like me is one of my many plans.”

“Making her like you is an acceptable plan and I endorse it, but you’d better not be lying about liking her back.  If Snape has his chopping knives and asks me which way you went I will answer.  I’ve only known her a few weeks and I can tell she isn’t like most Slytherins yet.  Maybe she is and there’s a double blind going on but really I think she’s actually nice and still working on being a nefarious bastard.”

“I know and I’m so glad she isn’t in a dorm with Pansy.”

“Aren’t we all?”

Brogan was glad too except at the moment it was hard for her to remember anything positive.  For some reason on her trip to the library everything had caught up to her all at once, being in such an achingly familiar place surrounded by friends that she couldn’t talk to.  She had heard Seamus yelling up a flight of stairs to Ron that they were grabbing snacks for an Exploding Snap marathon that night, someone said something about Quidditch, Hermione was laughing to Lavender and only gave Brogan a quick smile as they passed in the hall.  Brogan felt like a ghost damned to walk the halls and forbidden from making contact.  She wanted to ask Hermione a question about the charms homework, she wanted to be on Ron’s team for the marathon, and she wanted her own life back.

She settled for tucking herself away in a back corner of the library and curling up in a ball of misery.   This just wasn’t going to work, she couldn’t do it.  But she still didn’t know what the alternatives were, the hat had placed her in Slytherin, she couldn’t share a dorm with Ron or Hermione anymore, would Ron even accept her as Snape’s daughter.  She tried to remember if she had ever found girls crying in the library and what she did about them.

There was a rustle as someone sat down next to her.  She jumped and looked up to see Luna Lovegood’s sympathetic face.  “Hello person I’m not supposed to know.”

“Luna?” whispered Brogan.

Luna stood up again and stuck out her hand, “come on Harry, you’re supposed to be doing this in the bathroom.”  She pulled Harry up and continued, “Will this be your first trip to the loo with another girl?”

Harry’s heart was filling with joy and sunshine, “Yeah, and it’s Brogan now.  Okay?”

“As you wish,” she responded and led him in the girl’s bathroom.  She sat Brogan down and got a wet towel to wipe her face.  Then she sat down on the floor across from Brogan and waited. 

Brogan opened her mouth, not sure what she was going to say, but just then the door opened and a tittering herd of girls came in.  They did not look kindly on the two misfits sitting on the floor.  Brogan clambered quickly to her feet, “Luna, would you like to see my room?  The Headmaster helped me make it.”

Luna popped up, “yes BROGAN, that would be lovely.”

Brogan cringed a little at the clumsy attempt at sneakery and led Luna over to the nearest flight of stairs. 

Sometime later they finally arrived back at the dungeons, for a moment Brogan felt a little hysterical about her big rebellion to go to the library alone and how she had ended up right back down here, but she was with Luna now and somehow Luna knew and Brogan clung to her like a lifeline.

Luna showed no squeamishness about being in Professor Snape’s private quarters; in fact she looked as if she would dearly like to rummage through the drawers in the coffee table but dutifully followed Brogan into her room.  Luna squealed when she saw the Hedwig doll and went straight for it, but then she looked up with big teary eyes, “oh Harry this must be so hard for you.  At first I thought it might be fun to become the opposite sex and get resorted but when I saw your doll I realized how much you must miss everything.” She gave Brogan a big hug.

“I keep opening my mouth without knowing what to say Luna.  Luna, how did you know it was me?  Will anyone else figure it out?  Dobby warned us that the house elves would know and he thought that Prof. Flitwick and Firenze might figure it out - I can’t believe I didn’t think about you.  I mean I wonder how you did it but I’m not surprised.”

Luna giggled, “You really are different now aren’t you?  The old Harry never babbled like that.  What else is new?”

Brogan cupped her own small breasts, “really?  What else?  But Luna you’re avoiding my question.”

Luna had left the bed and was exploring the closet now, “I think the shoe fetish is new and it explains the name I guess.”

“Right again, they definitely are linked.  You need to answer my question so I can fix it before the junior Death Eaters figure it out too.”

“Hmm, I don’t know if you need to worry about them.  I think I figured it out because I knew you before and I usually see more than other people.  If there was another student who also saw more than other people I can only assume that they would also see how evil being a Death Eater is and you wouldn’t have to worry about them.”

“Luna that made sense.  Have you always made sense to other girls?”

“Hermione would say no.”

“True.  Luna, do you have any stories or anything to tell me about Neville or Ginny or yourself, I miss everyone so much.  I feel like I’m a phantom cursed to walk the castle unseen.”

“Ooh Brogan, your feminine side is poetic, how lovely.”

“Don’t get me started on feminine sides Luna; it’s mad being a girl.  I cry at everything, and not pretty silvery tears - my eyes turn red and I get snot everywhere and I feel like my chest is going to explode.

But then if something makes me happy I skip and laugh and smile like a four-year-old.  It’s horrible.

And everyone wants to touch me, they’re always petting or hugging or patting or something.  Or they’re cooing at me and how tiny I am, and I can’t reach shit anymore.

And they call me dear or princess all the time, like I’m some dog.”

Luna was laughing and laughing by the end of Brogan’s tirade, “do they look either over your head or at your chest too?”

“Yes!” shouted Brogan.  “I don’t know how you can stand it.”

“But surely you remember what an idiot you were?  I give the boys allowances because I know they’re not quite fully developed yet.  Boys are the least of my problems actually, girls are much more vicious.”

“They are, thank Merlin Da got this room for me or I’d be bunking with Pansy and Millicent.”  They both shuddered.

Snape returned to his quarters about an hour before curfew and heard laughter coming from Brogan’s room.  He paused to assess, two people were laughing, they were both girls.  It took him longer than it should have but then again he didn’t usually hear students laugh, laughter was not a reaction he ever sought out from them.  Eventually he placed Miss Lovegood and, just like Brogan an hour before him, he shook his head at their stupidity in overlooking her perceptiveness.  But by the sound of things it would be alright.

More than alright he supposed, Brogan had been getting rather brittle and having a friend who was a girl and knew him from his Potter days was rather a blessing.  He heard more laughter and a strange thump from the room that could not be silenced and quickly decided to abuse his head of house powers as much as he could to keep their little party going.

He knocked gently on the slightly open door.  Brogan immediately opened it the rest of the way and greeted him with a bright smile, “Da, I swear I didn’t tell her, Luna just figured it out and I’m really glad she has, it’s such a relief to have someone to talk to, well I know I can talk to you and Draco but Luna understands all the girl things.  Not that Minksy isn’t great but, you know, she isn’t that knowledgeable about teenage witches.”

Luna had a happy indulgent smile on, as if she was saying, ‘this –this is the joyful goofy girl that we have to nurture together Professor Snape.’  Snape nodded to Luna.

“I am pleased that you have found a girl friend Brogan, in fact since curfew is shortly approaching I thought to make an unprecedented indulgence.  Miss Lovegood if you have no objections perhaps you would like to partake in a slumber party with Brogan?  I could firecall Filius, I’m sure I can persuade him…”

There was a lot of happy squealing and Snape was pleased to escape to make his firecall.  Filius had been taken into Albus’s confidence and he was as pleased about Luna having a friend as Snape was.  Just as they were signing off Filius tried to look especially stern and asked if Severus had ordered snacks from the house elves for the girls. 

The sleepover party was good for Brogan.  She seemed to get a sparkle back in her eye and a bit of her old self back.  But as much as she liked Luna they had never been tremendously close.  Brogan couldn’t even bear to ask how Ron and Hermione were, she didn’t want to hurt Luna’s feelings but she also didn’t want to know. 

They had a pleasant breakfast at the little table in Snape’s rooms the next morning.  Brogan refused to attend breakfast in the Great Hall and she had good reason not to, Hedwig.  Mrs. Weasley used the beautiful owl to send post to her children all the time and it broke every one’s heart to see the white bird fly around and around the room looking for Harry before she’d reluctantly drop off her mail.

Severus was quite sure that if Brogan was in the room the owl would fly to her no matter who the letter was addressed to.  Hedwig and Harry had been well matched on many levels; loyalty and stubbornness were just two of them.  He made sure to tell Brogan when Hedwig had been seen that morning though and she would sneak off to the owlery to visit before the bird headed back to Ottery St. Catchpole.

Dumbledore had come up with the clever idea of using Fawkes for the correspondence between Brogan, Ron and Hermione.  Fawkes was smart enough to bring the letters to the headmaster and he would redirect them.  It added to the confusion quite magnificently and made things a bit more mysterious too.

Brogan got a few letters from Bill once in a while, checking in and continuing to be her non-Slytherin sounding board.  Brogan found herself in a just barely tolerable realm of loneliness.  Loneliness was familiar, there was the time in second year when everyone had found out about the parseltongue and been rude, and there was the time in fourth year when Ron hadn’t spoken to her for months, and there was also the time just last fall when the Prophet had made Harry Potter sound like a lunatic and everyone shunned him.  These were not comforting thoughts though, so she would drag herself out of her da’s rooms and look for Luna in the library or Draco in the common room.

People noticed Brogan and Luna together of course and Draco warned her to stop, it would ruin her standing in Slytherin and drag him down too.  Brogan, mostly because of all the times popular opinion had swung against her, refused to play politics with the Slytherins. 

Pansy was never going to like her.  Friendship with Brogan wasn’t worth pursuing for Millicent because then Pansy would get jealous and make her life miserable.  There were other girls of course, the Greenglass sisters seemed alright and Brogan had tried to be friendly to Daphne in their classes, but they weren’t very warm or goofy.  Once Draco had shellacked his hair back it seemed his heart got cold and hard too, Blaise was as close as Brogan could find to warm or goofy. 

Brogan was sitting morosely in front of the common room fire one evening, she was actually laying on the floor in front of a couch with her feet on the seat cushion and the potions text balanced on her stomach.  She saw feet approach and recognized Blaise as the one sitting next to her feet on the couch.  He had a book to read also but he was distracted from it by the pom-poms on her newest pair of slippers. 

They were wonderful new slippers her da had made for her, warm lambskin, all soft and fleecy with great goofy pom-poms that she could use to make Crookshanks mad with joy if she was ever around Crookshanks again, sigh.  They were entertaining for Blaise too, he was flicking the balls around and then he seemed to notice how small her feet were.  She put her book down to watch him pick one foot up and compare it to the palm of his hand, his hand was bigger of course because he was already six feet tall at sixteen.  He slid his hand around to cup her heel and asked, “may I?”

Brogan shrugged as best she could, laying down on the floor as she was.  Blaise tugged off the slipper and then the other one and pulled both feet onto his lap.  His big warm hands felt wonderful rubbing her soles.  She couldn’t stop the big sigh or the way her entire body relaxed for him.  Blaise stopped his magical rubbing and reached down to haul her all the way onto the couch, they shifted and scooted until Brogan had her head on one arm and Blaise was at the other end with her feet in his lap.

Brogan smiled wistfully at him, “I took a nap every morning this summer in just this position with Draco providing the massage.  It was pretty awesome.”

Blaise laughed, “Well, just relax, I taught him everything he knows.”

“Fabulous!”  Brogan replied, “Maybe I can entice you to continue by sharing some secret tips on tomorrow’s potion?  My Da gave me his old potions book and he has annotations for everything.  It’s so wonderful, it’s the main reason I’m passing that class.  I suppose being Draco’s partner is the rest of the reason.  But imagine the scandal if a potion master’s daughter sucked at potions, I think that’s why they’re working so hard to keep my head above water.”

“You’re doing well in other classes though, aren’t you?”

“I’m really hit or miss in all the classes with wand work, I had a wand incident in August and my new wand and I are still figuring each other out.”  Brogan pulled out her pretty new wand and sat up with it, “watch this!” she exclaimed happily and then opened up to her wand like she had that first day in the shop.  Through lots of experimentation she had found out this was the way to the magical wind and aura.

Blaise’s eyes nearly fell out of his head as he watched Brogan’s hair glow and lift around her head as magic seemed to fill her up.  He quickly reached out and stilled her, his eyes darting around the room to see who else was watching.  “Hey, watch it, you’re in the Snake’s Den remember?”

Brogan did actually remember that, she was getting tired of being dismissed for being kind or whatever and she was ready to shake things up a bit.  Blaise’s concern suited her needs perfectly though, she gave an embarrassed smile, “sorry, it just feels like a great warm magical hug.” 

Too Hufflepuff?  She hoped not, she wanted them to know she was powerful but she didn’t really want them to know that she knew she was unusually so.  Perhaps a few would step forward to help guide the naïve girl and she could use that to start some sort of dialogue or at least the next step in this really boring so far plan.  She looked around to see if anyone was staring, of course they weren’t.  It was a good excuse to see who was in the room though, it was a small crowd but surely they would spread the word.  Nobody could have been oblivious to that display; Draco was going to be livid.

Blaise was still on edge so Brogan slipped her wand away, she suddenly realized she didn’t want him asking any pesky questions about the core, and plopped her feet back on his lap.  Not too gently either if his face was any indication, Brogan laughed, “Draco made that face a lot too, were you finished?”

“I guess not,” said Blaise, “that was amazing though, how it made your hair light up.  Are you worried that your hair will start frizzing if you keep doing that?”

“Frizzing?  I don’t know, I think it will settle down later or something.”  Brogan patted her hair down a bit, careful not to pat the bangs like her father had warned her.

“You aren’t like the other girls Brogan.”

Brogan blushed, “I wasn’t socialized much as a child I guess, I don’t really get a lot of the things that seem important here.”  She suddenly looked very small and lonely to Blaise and it was like an unstoppable compulsion to pull her all the way on to his lap and wrap his arms around her waist.

“I heard you made friends with Luna Lovegood, that’s kind of social suicide in Slytherin.”

Brogan wanted to scream and smack Blaise but instead she took a deep breath and exhaled it as shakily as she could, “I know but Pansy hates me for some bizarre reason and none of the other girls want to piss her off by speaking to me.  I needed to have one friend who wasn’t Draco –or a boy.”  She added awkwardly not wanting to ignore Blaise who was being very decent.

“Quidditch is going well though right?  I know when Draco and I are doing the chaser drills you seem to be doing alright with all your loops and turns.  The captain seems pleased even if Draco is still put out about losing his position.”

“The captain has a crush on Pansy and now that Draco is paying so much attention to me he thinks he might have a shot at her if he shows the proper disdain for me.  But he can’t take all the fun out of flying.  And when I win our first match for us he’ll have to suck it up and thank me, right?”

“Beat Gryffindor for us and a lot of people will change their tune about you Brogan.  They don’t have Potter anymore, he was a decent seeker, but the little Weasley is pretty fierce, she might give you a run for it.”

“Did you get to see their try-outs?  Do you know who else is on the team?”  Brogan inquired, trying to distract herself from boggling over how weird it was to be talking about her team like this with a Slytherin.  She still got a sick feeling in her stomach just putting on the Slytherin uniform. 

The spying business didn’t suit her at all, she dearly wished that they were nicer to her and she felt more like she belonged and less like she was using them all.  So far she hadn’t used them for anything at all and it wasn’t fair that she had to feel so guilty for nothing.  The guilt would become even more tangled if Slytherin beat Gryffindor, although she didn’t doubt for a second that she would give her all to win at any price.  Severus was right about that, her plumbing may have changed but not her wiring.

As their Quidditch gossip wound down she put her head on Blaise’s shoulder and they drifted off into silence staring at the fire for a while and thinking their own thoughts.  Eventually Blaise stretched to the side and pulled their books over, he didn’t ask Brogan to move though and she was really comfortable where she was so she just pulled the book up on her knees and stayed.

Of course with Blaise’s chest moving with his gentle rhythmic breaths and the warmth of the fire Brogan fell asleep pretty quickly.  And of course that’s how Draco found them.  Blaise just gave him a bright smile and Draco smiled fondly, reaching out to push her bangs to the side and trail a finger down her cheek.  “You look besotted.”

“She’s highly agreeable to me when she’s asleep I guess.  It’s just awake that makes me crazy sometimes.”

“Did you hear what she did in here tonight?”

Draco’s lips curled down and he nodded tightly.  He tugged on a curl that was indeed curlier than it had been.  “She’ll look like a sheep soon.”

Blaise chuckled.  Draco shrunk down the potions text and slipped it in his pocket, then put the slippers back on her feet -flicking the pom-poms a few times for good measure.  Then he crouched down in front of Blaise and lifted Brogan into his arms. 

Draco had expected the girl to wake up when they moved her and she did, a bit. He got a softly mumbled, "hey Dray," and she snuggled tighter. Wrapping her thin legs around his hips better and stretching up to put her arms around his neck    Her head dropped down and he could feel her breath right on his pulse point.

"To bed Princess?" he asked and felt her head nod.

Blaise chuckled and got up to open the door for them. Brogan really was like a different person when she was asleep, when she was vulnerable and soft.

Draco walked slowly relishing his warm bundle, she wasn't heavy at all. He jostled her a bit and knocked soundly on the blank wall that was his head's door. There was no answer and Draco figured there was probably some poor sod in detention with him.

"Brogan," he murmured into the warm hair beneath his chin, "Brogan, wake up and give the password love."

Brogan lifted her head and looked around a bit. She tightened her arms and squirmed evilly against his waist. Draco thunked his head against the wall and his arms tightened again. Brogan blushed, "sorry Dray, it's privacy."

"Well, just whisper it or something. Do you want me to put you down?"

Brogan laughed and shifted again on his hips, she put her lips close to Draco's ear, "Silly Draco the password is privacy."

Draco groaned, whether at the teasing or the pun he didn't know himself. He did get the door open though and Severus definitely wasn't home.  “Brogan,” he gasped his hands glued to her bottom, “do you think you're ready to try a bit of kissing yet?”

Brogan had been flirting with Draco more and more as time went on, she was becoming addicted to the power she felt when she made him blush and bite his lips around her.  As a former boy herself she was always very aware of how turned on he was too, way back in August she had known.  Yeah, she was probably ready for a bit of kissing.

She put her hands on his neck and his chin and responded by matching her lips to his.  It was so good and so hot.  Draco staggered a few steps forward and pressed her against a wall so he could lean into it... 

“Brogan,” he finally whispered, “I have to go before your father comes back.”

She let him go, but gifted him with a pout from her reddened lips.  “That was amazing and Merlin I hope we can do it again,” he kicked himself a little for sounding so needy.

“Definitely,” she purred up at him. 

“Excellent,” he gave her a quick peck on her nose, and ran his fingers through her hair, and then another peck.  And then wrenched himself away.