Disclaimer: I own nothing exept the OOC-ness of Hermione and Draco along
with all the other characters that I made up.
Chapter One Rings
Hermione Granger got out of her new, black mercedes benz wich she parked right in front of the campsite. She breathed in the cool fresh air and heaved a sigh. She saw about a hundred tents, each had it's own little front yard.
The seventeen year old girl hauled out her suitcase and backpack from her merc and began to pull them over to the tents, in search of her own. She saw the quidditch feild in the distance, it was much bigger than the one they had at school. This one was the size of the World Cup one.
She walked through the rows and rows of tents, searching for a tent with her name. She saw some male heads turn as she passed to either whistle or growl. Some even poked out their heads to look at this attractive girl walking by.
Yes indeed, our Hermione had changed. She had turned from a nerdy know-it- all to the most attractive girl in school. She had long, slender legs that seemed to go on forever. She was slim and was in perfect shape, her body had blossomed and her chest area had risen a nice amount. Her perfect sillhouette would have made a guy howl.
She had delicate milky skin and brown coffee colored eyes. Her once bushy brown hair was now smooth and silky, ending into bouncy curls that fell down her back. She was wearing a blue low waist bell bottom thigh tight jeans with a dark blue tight belly showing speggetti strap tank top.
She let her curls fall over her face, bouncing as she steadyly walked past all the tents. The sun blazed harshly over her already sun burnt neck. Her head snapped up as she finally reached a grey colored tent with a sign saying "Hermiona Grengar num. 103" close enough, she thought.
She unzipped the tent and pulled her luggage in. Not to her surprise, this small two person tent from the inside was actually a large living room that held a marble fire place and two squashy arm chairs. There was a large mahogany desk and bookcase.
There were two doors, one leading to the bathroom and one to her room. She decided to inspect her own room and was surprised to see it looking exactly like she wanted it to look. A king sized four poster bed with orange curtains, covers and pillows. It seemed that her room's main color was orange.
A soft light color orange carpet greeted her sore feet. The walls were creamy orange with red orange rims. Her room also held a bookcase, broomstick closet, mirror and desk. Hermione sighed and hauled her stuff over.
She neatly packed all her clothes into her dresser and hung up all her posters and pictures. She placed a giant cork board with pinned up schedules and forms. She unpacked the rest of her things and was left with her brand new Flashing Light99 broomstick.
She had been made chaser in her fifth year and was surprisingly gracful in the air. She got over her fright of heights after she flew on Buckbeak. She felt safe and good in the air, like she could do anything she pleased, get away from all her troubles.
She had a reason to. Harry and Ron had been giving her a real hard time. Ever since the middle of fifth year, she had been getting more and more distant. She shutted herself up in the world of books, losing herself in the fascinating stories and expanding her already enormous knowledge.
They, at some point, completly stopped being her friends. People started to pick on that nerdy stuck up know-it-all mudblood Granger. Harry and Ron didn't stand up for her, they completly ignored it. Hermione began to change, she did the things she always longed to do, but never had the guts to.
She bought heself the clothes the old Hermione would never wear, did things that old Hermione wouldn't. For example, pierce her belly button. She wore a bit of make up, something the old Hermione wouldn't touch and became the new celeberty of the school.
She was smart, pretty, owned a very nice figure, funny, outgoing and understanding. Ha! And all that in just half a year time! The wonders of freedom. Little did she know, a tall, blond, muscular, hansome and not to mention, hot guy had his eye on her ever since fifth year. And indeed this man was at this camp as well, not aware of his curly haried crush presence in such a non-girl like place.
Draco Malfoy was heading towards his tent, wich was by far the biggest and fanciest. Draco pulled his luggage dully behind him, he had just come from the hell house he called 'home' wich wasn't a pleasurable encounter.
Of course, his father had beaten the living crap out of poor mother, and when he tried to stop the bastard, got punched in the eye, earning himself a nice bruise. At least he would be far away from that monster he called 'father'. He wouldn't be seeing him for another two months and was glad of it.
He reached the lot were his tent usually stood and was surprised to see, not his big, elegant tent, but an information booth. Draco, furious stomped over to the booth to see a man in his late thirties sitting and munching on a sandwitch. Draco cleared his throat, getting the man's attention.
"Excuse me, were the fuck is my tent? It was in this spot-" he was cut off by the man's booming laugh.
"Ah yes, you must be Mr. Malfoy aye? Well, your father told me youz be sleeping under them stars for um, what did he say it was again? Er, miserablez display of mercy for a mudbleed?" Draco stared at the man before realizing what he meant. About a week before Draco went to camp, his father had ordered him to turture a little girl mudblood, to test his evil abbilities, but Draco, seeing the innocent, helpless girl, qualing under his stare, refused to harm her and took her back home.
Draco realized for punishment, he would be sleeping outside. He groaned and asked the man is maybe he could share a tent with someone. But the man's face just broke into a toothy grin.
"Well, we've been a bit short on tents this year, and we've gots lots of them peoplez dis yearz but um, there is some room in tent 103 row thirt two. Enjoy your new roommate, she's a pretty gal she is, prettiest I says in this heres camp I says. Nice body tooz, and hair and face. And I might add nice clothinf too and-" but the man was cut off by Draco who started off to his new tent, and roomate.
He thanked his father for getting him such a good tentmate, after all, if it wasn't for him, he would be sitting all alone in a huge mansion like tent, playing ping pong by himself. He wondered who this pretty, mysterious girl was.
He didn't have much more time to ponder on this when a head poked out from behind a tent. He could see his new tent in the distance, but was stopped by a guy who now happened to be sitting in front of his tent. He looked at the direction of Draco's destination and broke into a large grin.
"Lucky one you are. Sharing a room with the Bounce. She's a hot one she is." said the stranger while getting up and walked over to Draco, who gave him a confused look. The boy laughed and held out his hand.
"I'm Robert Dofrey, but people here call me Snit." he said and Draco took his hand.
"Draco, Draco Malfoy." he said. Snit smiled but his head shot in the direction of this so called the Bounce's tent. A slim, curved silhouette came out from behind the tent and was gracefully walking over to the two boys. As she neared him, Draco could feel his bottom jaw drop.
A very pretty brunnette with all the curves and bumps needed to make his jaw drop, with shiny, smooth curls framing her perfect face. He could tell why they called her Bounce, as she walked her curls did seen to bounce a bit. She was wearing very stylish clothes and he could see a belly button ring shining in the sun light.
She approached them and he felt his eyes widen. This girl, was none other than-
"Granger? What the hell-" but was cut off by her smooth yet calm voice wich butted in his remark of surprise.
"Ferret boy, I thought I would be seeing you, in fact, I've been seeing you at this camp for the past two years." she said and looked down to his luggage. Her eyes widened and she looked over to Robert.
"Snit! He is going to be staying with you right..." she trailed off, looking at him anxiously. Snit, who had been watching the scene with amusment, snapped out his gaping position.
"Well, it seems you know each other. Anyways, what is my lovely? I seemed to not hear." he asked, completly off topic. Hermione rolled her eyes, but smiled at being called 'my lovely'.
"I asked, is he going to be with you guys-" but she was cut off when Draco but in.
"Please don't tell me you are this so called, Bounce." he asked eyeing her suspiciously. Hermione smiled and swelled up her chest, making Draco look down and liked what he saw. Hermione huffed and returned her chest back to how it was before, though Draco didn't seem to mind.
"Yep, thaats me! I'm Bouncy!" she said happily, making the 'me' and 'bouncy' rhime. Draco sighed and pulled his luggage over to her tent, smirking at her before entering. Hermione laughed and turned to her friend.
"I was suspecting he would come live with me, as soon as I saw him in this area of tents." she said shaking her beautiful head. Robert eyed her and tapped her on the shoulder. She looked up at him, a bit startled. He winked and nudged her gently in the ribs.
"So, whats up with you and the Ferret, Bouncy?" he asked slyly but Hermione suddenly burst into fits of giggles.
"It's just that our names, Bouncy Ferret, it matches." she said in between giggles. Snit just shrugged and bid her goodnight, thinking it was just some creepy girl thing he didn't know about, and didn't want to know at that.
Hermione walked back to her tent, looking around for her tentmate. She saw her door open and a blond head poking out of it, wearing a large grin.
"Hey Bouncy! You better not snore in your sleep or I'm pushing you off." he said while laughing. Hermione laughed too before realizing he was serious. She looked around the living room and there were no long enough sofa's for anyone to sleep on, just arm chairs.
And if they were going to spend two months working their butts off practicing quidditch, they needed a good night rest. Draco saw her deep in thought and took this oppertunity to examine her up close. She was simply flawless, perfect. Her brow was furrowed cutlely and her eyes lit up suddenly, then squinted in concentration again.
He chuckled, she didn't have the slightest inkling of his standing there and watching her. She suddenly slapped herself and shook her head with disgust. She looked up and when she saw Draco again, she slapped herself across the face again.
"Sorry, need to rid myself of some ill mental images going on in my head." she said walking past him and into her room. Draco was startled at first, then smirked and followed her in. He saw her looking through the dresser, were he squeezed his clothes in as her clothes were already occupying the space. He did a pretty messy job of it, and now Hermione was taking out all of his clothes and neatly folding them, fitting them all perfectly into the drawer.
She unfolded one of his shirts and laughed. It was one of his favorite shirts, it was oversized, short sleeved and black, with white arrow facing the right with the writing: Yes, that's my girlfriend
She folded it neatly before slipping it into the drawer. When she finished with all of his clothes, she faced Draco again.
"You have really rad clothes you know that?" she said while eyeing him up and down. He was wearing baggy dark jeans with a sliver chain hanging from his pocket and and oversized black sweater with a huge droopy hood.
"I would say the same to you my Bounce." he said, his eyes stopping at her tummy and her belly button ring. Hermione followed his gaze and grinned.
"You like?" she asked and pointed to her ring.
"Mhm, I like." he answered. "When did you pierce it?" he asked suddenly.
"Last quidditch camp. My friend, who is few tents away actually, Norby, is a perfessional piercer guy or whatever it's called." she informed him. She gripped her ears and smirked. Draco looked a bit confused, but then realized what she wanted.
"As a matter of fact, I feel like piercing my ears right now. How about three times on my earlobe and twice one my uper ear? Hmm, sounds good to me!" she said and grabed his wrist, dragging him out. Draco was surprised at how straight forward she was. She wanted something, she went and did it, not waiting for god knows what.
She slowed to a walk and came to walk by Draco's side. The sun already started to set and it was getting a bit chilly. She turned her head to look at him.
"Hey, do want to pierce your ear or something?" she asked, thinking that he would look totally hot with and earing. Draco thought a moment then his eyes lit up.
"Sure, why not?" he agreed and Hermione squealed in exitment. She loved giving people new looks and helping them do the things they want to, but are afraid to. It was her destiny and reason for being, or something like that.
Soon enough, they reached a shabby looking tent and knocked on the wooden pole, holding it up. A head poked out and broke into a smile at seeing Hermione, obviously, everyone knew her here.
"Ahh, Bouncy! Came to pierce anything else? Come in come in!" he rushed them inside and Draco was a bit surprised to see a dark tattoo and peirce saloon. It looked like those freaky gothic stores with lots of scary pictures of tatoos and graffitti walls, fake smoke and flashing lights. There was a creepy kind of heavy metal music coming from somewhere and he saw two chairs, like the kind you see at the dentists.
He took to looking at this new guy by the name Norby. His whole face was covered in face rings and he had long black hair that fell over his face. He was wearing a torn leather jacket and black jeans with artistic patches.
He grinned at Draco and turned to Hermione.
"Ahh, Bouncy. I see you are forfilling your destiny by bring your poor boyfriends and turning them into punk people in less that a day, right? This is the sixth person you've brought for me to help, bring out there 'hidden pleasures that they are to afraid to let come out' and it's only been a couple of hours since camp started!" he said and pulled the girl to his side, placing an arm around her shoulders, in a friendly way.
"Yes Norb, I just thought this Ferret would look totally rad with a peirced ear, don't you think?" she said eyeing Draco, who was confused and bit uncomfortable. he had no clue what they were talking about and he felt a bit left out.
Norby looked him up and down and grinned at the brunnette.
"This one is nice looking, just a few of your finishing touches and he'll have every girl throwing themselves at his feet! I'm not saying they already don't." stated Norby and went over to the male rings he had stored away.
Hermione walked over to Draco and whispered in his ear.
"That's Norb, great guy but a bit judgy." she said and Draco just nodded, a bit nervous. The scary speacial effects of the room and the heavy metal music was a bit freaky, but he had to admit, he kind of liked it.
Norby arrived a few moments later, carrying a tray of earings. Hermione rushed over to him and began to show him all the places on her ear where she wanted them to be pierced. Draco held on to his earlobe nervously, what would his mother say?
Hermione motioned him over to her and he slowly walked over to her. She patted him on the arm and showed him small silver hoop ring, probably for him. He swallowed.
"Don't worry kiddo, it doesn't hurt. You sure you want an earing? If you don't want to..."she trailed off to brake into a large grin as the blond boy nodded, his eyes squeezed shut. Norby laughed and walked him over to the chair.
Draco sat on it and the man started to put ice to his ear, to numb it. Hermione helped him pick the exact spot, and put a little black dot on the spot. Draco closed his eyes and he felt Hermione grab hold of his hand.
Pstrick.
Draco opened his eyes and waited for the man to peirce his ear, but he didn't.
"Excuse me, you didn't pierce my ear yet-"
"My lad, you already gots it pierced!" cried out Norny and showed him a mirror. Draco smiled at his reflection, his earing on his left ear made him look really cool. Hermione pushed him off the chair and eagerly sat on it herself. She had already dotted her ear and she would be getting three holes on each of her earlobes and two small hoop rings on her uper ear.
The man piereced everything in a couple of 'pstricks' from his gun and was all done. Hermione jumped off and ran to the mirror, squealing in delight as she saw her ears all full of silver hoops. The two guys laughed as she admired herself in the mirror.
Hermione came back a couple minutes later with a large grin on her face. She pinched Draco's chin in a cute sort of way and laughed at his astonished look. Hermione was sure she could help Draco not only pierce his ear....
a/n Ahh! This is getting waaaay out of hand! you get that this is my THIRD fic? How will I manage to write all these chapters all at once? But I can't help it!! This fic was simply begging me to post it! My evil shoulder devil was all,"Aww, come on! Post it! You know you want to!" Haha! The wonders of sin..., lol. See yaz people! Luv ya allz! ~~~buGspooKy
Chapter One Rings
Hermione Granger got out of her new, black mercedes benz wich she parked right in front of the campsite. She breathed in the cool fresh air and heaved a sigh. She saw about a hundred tents, each had it's own little front yard.
The seventeen year old girl hauled out her suitcase and backpack from her merc and began to pull them over to the tents, in search of her own. She saw the quidditch feild in the distance, it was much bigger than the one they had at school. This one was the size of the World Cup one.
She walked through the rows and rows of tents, searching for a tent with her name. She saw some male heads turn as she passed to either whistle or growl. Some even poked out their heads to look at this attractive girl walking by.
Yes indeed, our Hermione had changed. She had turned from a nerdy know-it- all to the most attractive girl in school. She had long, slender legs that seemed to go on forever. She was slim and was in perfect shape, her body had blossomed and her chest area had risen a nice amount. Her perfect sillhouette would have made a guy howl.
She had delicate milky skin and brown coffee colored eyes. Her once bushy brown hair was now smooth and silky, ending into bouncy curls that fell down her back. She was wearing a blue low waist bell bottom thigh tight jeans with a dark blue tight belly showing speggetti strap tank top.
She let her curls fall over her face, bouncing as she steadyly walked past all the tents. The sun blazed harshly over her already sun burnt neck. Her head snapped up as she finally reached a grey colored tent with a sign saying "Hermiona Grengar num. 103" close enough, she thought.
She unzipped the tent and pulled her luggage in. Not to her surprise, this small two person tent from the inside was actually a large living room that held a marble fire place and two squashy arm chairs. There was a large mahogany desk and bookcase.
There were two doors, one leading to the bathroom and one to her room. She decided to inspect her own room and was surprised to see it looking exactly like she wanted it to look. A king sized four poster bed with orange curtains, covers and pillows. It seemed that her room's main color was orange.
A soft light color orange carpet greeted her sore feet. The walls were creamy orange with red orange rims. Her room also held a bookcase, broomstick closet, mirror and desk. Hermione sighed and hauled her stuff over.
She neatly packed all her clothes into her dresser and hung up all her posters and pictures. She placed a giant cork board with pinned up schedules and forms. She unpacked the rest of her things and was left with her brand new Flashing Light99 broomstick.
She had been made chaser in her fifth year and was surprisingly gracful in the air. She got over her fright of heights after she flew on Buckbeak. She felt safe and good in the air, like she could do anything she pleased, get away from all her troubles.
She had a reason to. Harry and Ron had been giving her a real hard time. Ever since the middle of fifth year, she had been getting more and more distant. She shutted herself up in the world of books, losing herself in the fascinating stories and expanding her already enormous knowledge.
They, at some point, completly stopped being her friends. People started to pick on that nerdy stuck up know-it-all mudblood Granger. Harry and Ron didn't stand up for her, they completly ignored it. Hermione began to change, she did the things she always longed to do, but never had the guts to.
She bought heself the clothes the old Hermione would never wear, did things that old Hermione wouldn't. For example, pierce her belly button. She wore a bit of make up, something the old Hermione wouldn't touch and became the new celeberty of the school.
She was smart, pretty, owned a very nice figure, funny, outgoing and understanding. Ha! And all that in just half a year time! The wonders of freedom. Little did she know, a tall, blond, muscular, hansome and not to mention, hot guy had his eye on her ever since fifth year. And indeed this man was at this camp as well, not aware of his curly haried crush presence in such a non-girl like place.
Draco Malfoy was heading towards his tent, wich was by far the biggest and fanciest. Draco pulled his luggage dully behind him, he had just come from the hell house he called 'home' wich wasn't a pleasurable encounter.
Of course, his father had beaten the living crap out of poor mother, and when he tried to stop the bastard, got punched in the eye, earning himself a nice bruise. At least he would be far away from that monster he called 'father'. He wouldn't be seeing him for another two months and was glad of it.
He reached the lot were his tent usually stood and was surprised to see, not his big, elegant tent, but an information booth. Draco, furious stomped over to the booth to see a man in his late thirties sitting and munching on a sandwitch. Draco cleared his throat, getting the man's attention.
"Excuse me, were the fuck is my tent? It was in this spot-" he was cut off by the man's booming laugh.
"Ah yes, you must be Mr. Malfoy aye? Well, your father told me youz be sleeping under them stars for um, what did he say it was again? Er, miserablez display of mercy for a mudbleed?" Draco stared at the man before realizing what he meant. About a week before Draco went to camp, his father had ordered him to turture a little girl mudblood, to test his evil abbilities, but Draco, seeing the innocent, helpless girl, qualing under his stare, refused to harm her and took her back home.
Draco realized for punishment, he would be sleeping outside. He groaned and asked the man is maybe he could share a tent with someone. But the man's face just broke into a toothy grin.
"Well, we've been a bit short on tents this year, and we've gots lots of them peoplez dis yearz but um, there is some room in tent 103 row thirt two. Enjoy your new roommate, she's a pretty gal she is, prettiest I says in this heres camp I says. Nice body tooz, and hair and face. And I might add nice clothinf too and-" but the man was cut off by Draco who started off to his new tent, and roomate.
He thanked his father for getting him such a good tentmate, after all, if it wasn't for him, he would be sitting all alone in a huge mansion like tent, playing ping pong by himself. He wondered who this pretty, mysterious girl was.
He didn't have much more time to ponder on this when a head poked out from behind a tent. He could see his new tent in the distance, but was stopped by a guy who now happened to be sitting in front of his tent. He looked at the direction of Draco's destination and broke into a large grin.
"Lucky one you are. Sharing a room with the Bounce. She's a hot one she is." said the stranger while getting up and walked over to Draco, who gave him a confused look. The boy laughed and held out his hand.
"I'm Robert Dofrey, but people here call me Snit." he said and Draco took his hand.
"Draco, Draco Malfoy." he said. Snit smiled but his head shot in the direction of this so called the Bounce's tent. A slim, curved silhouette came out from behind the tent and was gracefully walking over to the two boys. As she neared him, Draco could feel his bottom jaw drop.
A very pretty brunnette with all the curves and bumps needed to make his jaw drop, with shiny, smooth curls framing her perfect face. He could tell why they called her Bounce, as she walked her curls did seen to bounce a bit. She was wearing very stylish clothes and he could see a belly button ring shining in the sun light.
She approached them and he felt his eyes widen. This girl, was none other than-
"Granger? What the hell-" but was cut off by her smooth yet calm voice wich butted in his remark of surprise.
"Ferret boy, I thought I would be seeing you, in fact, I've been seeing you at this camp for the past two years." she said and looked down to his luggage. Her eyes widened and she looked over to Robert.
"Snit! He is going to be staying with you right..." she trailed off, looking at him anxiously. Snit, who had been watching the scene with amusment, snapped out his gaping position.
"Well, it seems you know each other. Anyways, what is my lovely? I seemed to not hear." he asked, completly off topic. Hermione rolled her eyes, but smiled at being called 'my lovely'.
"I asked, is he going to be with you guys-" but she was cut off when Draco but in.
"Please don't tell me you are this so called, Bounce." he asked eyeing her suspiciously. Hermione smiled and swelled up her chest, making Draco look down and liked what he saw. Hermione huffed and returned her chest back to how it was before, though Draco didn't seem to mind.
"Yep, thaats me! I'm Bouncy!" she said happily, making the 'me' and 'bouncy' rhime. Draco sighed and pulled his luggage over to her tent, smirking at her before entering. Hermione laughed and turned to her friend.
"I was suspecting he would come live with me, as soon as I saw him in this area of tents." she said shaking her beautiful head. Robert eyed her and tapped her on the shoulder. She looked up at him, a bit startled. He winked and nudged her gently in the ribs.
"So, whats up with you and the Ferret, Bouncy?" he asked slyly but Hermione suddenly burst into fits of giggles.
"It's just that our names, Bouncy Ferret, it matches." she said in between giggles. Snit just shrugged and bid her goodnight, thinking it was just some creepy girl thing he didn't know about, and didn't want to know at that.
Hermione walked back to her tent, looking around for her tentmate. She saw her door open and a blond head poking out of it, wearing a large grin.
"Hey Bouncy! You better not snore in your sleep or I'm pushing you off." he said while laughing. Hermione laughed too before realizing he was serious. She looked around the living room and there were no long enough sofa's for anyone to sleep on, just arm chairs.
And if they were going to spend two months working their butts off practicing quidditch, they needed a good night rest. Draco saw her deep in thought and took this oppertunity to examine her up close. She was simply flawless, perfect. Her brow was furrowed cutlely and her eyes lit up suddenly, then squinted in concentration again.
He chuckled, she didn't have the slightest inkling of his standing there and watching her. She suddenly slapped herself and shook her head with disgust. She looked up and when she saw Draco again, she slapped herself across the face again.
"Sorry, need to rid myself of some ill mental images going on in my head." she said walking past him and into her room. Draco was startled at first, then smirked and followed her in. He saw her looking through the dresser, were he squeezed his clothes in as her clothes were already occupying the space. He did a pretty messy job of it, and now Hermione was taking out all of his clothes and neatly folding them, fitting them all perfectly into the drawer.
She unfolded one of his shirts and laughed. It was one of his favorite shirts, it was oversized, short sleeved and black, with white arrow facing the right with the writing: Yes, that's my girlfriend
She folded it neatly before slipping it into the drawer. When she finished with all of his clothes, she faced Draco again.
"You have really rad clothes you know that?" she said while eyeing him up and down. He was wearing baggy dark jeans with a sliver chain hanging from his pocket and and oversized black sweater with a huge droopy hood.
"I would say the same to you my Bounce." he said, his eyes stopping at her tummy and her belly button ring. Hermione followed his gaze and grinned.
"You like?" she asked and pointed to her ring.
"Mhm, I like." he answered. "When did you pierce it?" he asked suddenly.
"Last quidditch camp. My friend, who is few tents away actually, Norby, is a perfessional piercer guy or whatever it's called." she informed him. She gripped her ears and smirked. Draco looked a bit confused, but then realized what she wanted.
"As a matter of fact, I feel like piercing my ears right now. How about three times on my earlobe and twice one my uper ear? Hmm, sounds good to me!" she said and grabed his wrist, dragging him out. Draco was surprised at how straight forward she was. She wanted something, she went and did it, not waiting for god knows what.
She slowed to a walk and came to walk by Draco's side. The sun already started to set and it was getting a bit chilly. She turned her head to look at him.
"Hey, do want to pierce your ear or something?" she asked, thinking that he would look totally hot with and earing. Draco thought a moment then his eyes lit up.
"Sure, why not?" he agreed and Hermione squealed in exitment. She loved giving people new looks and helping them do the things they want to, but are afraid to. It was her destiny and reason for being, or something like that.
Soon enough, they reached a shabby looking tent and knocked on the wooden pole, holding it up. A head poked out and broke into a smile at seeing Hermione, obviously, everyone knew her here.
"Ahh, Bouncy! Came to pierce anything else? Come in come in!" he rushed them inside and Draco was a bit surprised to see a dark tattoo and peirce saloon. It looked like those freaky gothic stores with lots of scary pictures of tatoos and graffitti walls, fake smoke and flashing lights. There was a creepy kind of heavy metal music coming from somewhere and he saw two chairs, like the kind you see at the dentists.
He took to looking at this new guy by the name Norby. His whole face was covered in face rings and he had long black hair that fell over his face. He was wearing a torn leather jacket and black jeans with artistic patches.
He grinned at Draco and turned to Hermione.
"Ahh, Bouncy. I see you are forfilling your destiny by bring your poor boyfriends and turning them into punk people in less that a day, right? This is the sixth person you've brought for me to help, bring out there 'hidden pleasures that they are to afraid to let come out' and it's only been a couple of hours since camp started!" he said and pulled the girl to his side, placing an arm around her shoulders, in a friendly way.
"Yes Norb, I just thought this Ferret would look totally rad with a peirced ear, don't you think?" she said eyeing Draco, who was confused and bit uncomfortable. he had no clue what they were talking about and he felt a bit left out.
Norby looked him up and down and grinned at the brunnette.
"This one is nice looking, just a few of your finishing touches and he'll have every girl throwing themselves at his feet! I'm not saying they already don't." stated Norby and went over to the male rings he had stored away.
Hermione walked over to Draco and whispered in his ear.
"That's Norb, great guy but a bit judgy." she said and Draco just nodded, a bit nervous. The scary speacial effects of the room and the heavy metal music was a bit freaky, but he had to admit, he kind of liked it.
Norby arrived a few moments later, carrying a tray of earings. Hermione rushed over to him and began to show him all the places on her ear where she wanted them to be pierced. Draco held on to his earlobe nervously, what would his mother say?
Hermione motioned him over to her and he slowly walked over to her. She patted him on the arm and showed him small silver hoop ring, probably for him. He swallowed.
"Don't worry kiddo, it doesn't hurt. You sure you want an earing? If you don't want to..."she trailed off to brake into a large grin as the blond boy nodded, his eyes squeezed shut. Norby laughed and walked him over to the chair.
Draco sat on it and the man started to put ice to his ear, to numb it. Hermione helped him pick the exact spot, and put a little black dot on the spot. Draco closed his eyes and he felt Hermione grab hold of his hand.
Pstrick.
Draco opened his eyes and waited for the man to peirce his ear, but he didn't.
"Excuse me, you didn't pierce my ear yet-"
"My lad, you already gots it pierced!" cried out Norny and showed him a mirror. Draco smiled at his reflection, his earing on his left ear made him look really cool. Hermione pushed him off the chair and eagerly sat on it herself. She had already dotted her ear and she would be getting three holes on each of her earlobes and two small hoop rings on her uper ear.
The man piereced everything in a couple of 'pstricks' from his gun and was all done. Hermione jumped off and ran to the mirror, squealing in delight as she saw her ears all full of silver hoops. The two guys laughed as she admired herself in the mirror.
Hermione came back a couple minutes later with a large grin on her face. She pinched Draco's chin in a cute sort of way and laughed at his astonished look. Hermione was sure she could help Draco not only pierce his ear....
a/n Ahh! This is getting waaaay out of hand! you get that this is my THIRD fic? How will I manage to write all these chapters all at once? But I can't help it!! This fic was simply begging me to post it! My evil shoulder devil was all,"Aww, come on! Post it! You know you want to!" Haha! The wonders of sin..., lol. See yaz people! Luv ya allz! ~~~buGspooKy