A/N this is sorta fluffy...Its my first Draco Hermione fic. So bare with me. I'm really scared that I'm going to somehow not be able to portray Hermione and Draco the way I want... So reviews would be helpful! On with the story :S Draco's POV most the time.
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The tiny intricate snowflakes fell softly, spinning gracefully until they hit the ground, shattering into unrecognizable snow. The Girl spun around playfully in it, sticking her tongue out as to catch the tiny flakes. She spun faster, closing her eyes and letting the snow fall over her face. Her burgandy scarf flailed along with her, propelling droplets of water at anyone who dared get close. She twirled faster, digging spirals in the snow that lay on the ground. Not a care, in the world. Not caring who saw her, not caring what people thought.... She was beautiful.
He watched her with extreme interest, settling into his corner table, per usual. The waiter glided over, a short plump man with a black mustache with a life of its on. His mustache had been known to involuntarily move up and down, to the amusement of the customers. "Ah, Mister Malfoy, what can I acquire for you this fine evening."
Draco continued to watch the girl, before peeling his eyes away to answer. "French Vanilla Mocha, thank you. As usual."
"Right away Sir," the waiter trotted off to another table, full of Business Men in suits. His attention turned back to the girl, who had now chosen to plop down in the middle of the knoll. She sat cross legged, her hands tracing a circle around her. As if fainting she unexpectedly leaned back, she was now making a snow angel. As if made of rubber the girl soon bounced up, brushing the snow off of her coat and pants. Smiling like a madman, she made her way over to Draco, plopping down in the vacant chair across from him.
"This is fantastic Draco! How can you just sit there all morning, with the snow falling and the sun shining!"
"Don't make me throttle you Granger."
Hermione bounced once in her chair and threw her arms up in emotion. "Ooo Malfoy, if I could only use magic...," she squinted her eyes at him and shook her head. He laughed and threw the Daily Prophet at her. Hermione picked it up and started to read the front page, in a flash her eyes lit up and her face started emitting an unnatural glow. His eyes got wide as he leaned back in his chair, away from this odd occurrence. "What's got your panties in a bunch Granger, Every book at school has 4 more pages?," he smirked and ran his fingers through his hair, the tresses falling back into place once his fingers had moved. "No, smartass, my story! My story about the Head Boy and Girl getting to go to France! It's on the front page!," she slid the paper across the table to him, getting out of her chair and coming over to stand next to him. Their cheeks were an inch apart as she pointed to the small side article. He could feel her breath against his face, smell her strawberry perfume... She turned to look him in the eyes, her brown big eyes, to his startling grey. Her smooth face was slowly turning a pink color as she quickly turned away.
"I've got to go change clothes, these are all wet." She hurried off towards their hotel, dodging the hoards of people coming down the cobbleway path. Draco let out a sigh and leaned back in his chair. That girl was so hard to understand.... He pushed back his chair, trying to avoid the scraping sound that inevitably always happened. He grabbed the Daily Prophet and started to trudge up to the castle.
"Mr. Malfoy! Your mocha!," the waiter stood at the edge of the restaurant, holding a glass, waving the other hand wildly in the air.
"To the tab Jaques. Add it to the tab."
The hotel was a magnificent castle, set on a hill in a small town. The outside was beautiful, complete with turrets, a drawbridge, and many the tower. (Nothing can compare to Hogwarts however!) The inside was beautiful, if not more beautiful than the outside. The carpet throughout the hotel was red velvet, and every few feet a gold bracket held a flaming torch. Draco and Hermione both had medium sized rooms connected by a door. Hermione's was burgandy themed, Draco's a deep green. They rarely visited each others rooms. But that can change cough
Draco knocked lightly on the door connecting their rooms, putting his ear up to the wood. Muffled sounds came through, but nothing audible. "Hermione? Are you ready for lunch?"
"NO!"
He'd been here for almost 20 minutes, waiting for her to get ready. His anger was starting to rise as he knocked harder on the door. "We were late 10 minutes ago!"
"I'M NOT READY!"
His anger had reached his peak. He reached for the gold doorknob, yanking the door open,
"AHHH!"
"AHHH!"
Draco covered his eyes with his arm and slowly started to back out of the room.
"GOD DAMNIT YOU LITTLE..LITTLE FERRET BOY!" Hermione threw a shoe at him as he backed against the wall. She scrambled to the bed, picking up a pillow and covering her chest. Still covering his eyes, Draco yelled, "FILTHY MUDBLOOD! ITS A DISGRACE YOU ARE HEAD GIRL!" He uncovered his eyes and stared at the girl in front of him. Hermione sat in the corner, wearing a black skirt and a pillow. Her head was in her lap and she was crying into it, muffled sobs erupting every few seconds. Draco stood still for a second before slowly making his way over to her, kicking random clothes out of the way as he went. He spotted a bra and carefully picked it up by his finger, holding it a length away from himself. He held it out in front of her, "I wont have my girl going out in public without a shirt on."
Hermione looked up and scowled at him, "I'm NOT your girl, and get your hands OFF of my bra," she growled, and grabbed for the pink lingerie. He smirked and put his hands in his pocket, turning around and walking back to his room. He closed the door and leaned against it. "Now what were you bawling about Granger, that I threatened your title of Head Girl?" he laughed to himself and waited for her smart reply. Instead he met the floor, as the door connecting their room opened, and he fell to the ground. He looked up at the girl looming over him.
"No, that I had to be paired with such a twit for Head Boy" She stepped over him and walked out the door, leaving a once in a lifetime, speechless Draco.
He made his way to the hotel Dining Room, looking for any sign of Hermione. He spotted her in the corner, at a small 2 person table. He made his way over and sat down, waiting for her to in someway acknowledge his presence. She continued to stare out the window, acting as if nothing had happened.
"You know you want me Granger, admit it, you want my sexy body"
She snorted and looked at him, her eyes twinkling mischievously.
"Yes Malfoy, your impeccable body is the only thing keeping me alive. I live for your body," she continued to laugh, before turning back to look out the window. "Shit," she said startlingly. Draco choked on his drink slightly, before retaining his composure. "Did Hermione just swear? I'm shocked!," he said mockingly, looking up at her from his mocha. It was Hermione's time to choke. Had he just called her by her name? "It's Professor Mcgonagall and Professor Snape. They've come to check on us. I totally forgot this was week 2," she pulled open her purse and started looking for something, glancing nervously at the doorway every few seconds. Draco anxiously ran his hand through his hair. If they hadn't learned as much as the Professor's thought they should, they would have to leave France. The Professors appeared in the doorway, a scowling Snape and a stern Mcgonagall. They swiftly walked over to them and pulled up two chairs.
"How is your vacation going? I expect you've been behaving yourselves?," Professor Mcgonagall asked, looking at both Hermione and Draco. Hermione pulled a piece of parchment out of her purse and proudly handed it to The Professor.
"I've made a list of everything I've learned while here in France," she smiled and let out a breath, relaxing a little in her chair. Snape let out what sounded like a chuh. "Mr. Malfoy, have you been enjoying yourself?" Snape looked him in the eye. They remained like that for a while, before Snape smiled and hastily stood up. "I don't think they're progressing Minerva, the vacation should be cut short," he shot a glare at Hermione before whipping his cloak around and striding out of the Dining Room, disappearing from sight. Hermione gave Draco a quizical look and nervously looked back at Professor Mcgonagall.
"This is a very impressive list Hermione. I see no reason why you and Draco can't stay here longer," she pushed her glasses back up onto her nose. She let out a huff, "Where did Severus go... O yes, Ill return next week to check up on you two," she gave a glare to Draco, "Behave yourselves." She quickly stood up and followed in Professor Snape's footsteps. The two students stared at her empty seat. The silence was interrupted when Hermione asked, "Draco, was Snape reading your mind."
He was startled out of his trance. He shot a nervous glance at Hermione, "No, what gave you that idea?"
Hermione looked him in the eye. Draco studied her face. Her brow was slightly creased, like she was thinking. Her nose was scrunched up, and her mouth was moving, like she was talking in her head. She looked so cute...
"Because you two never lost eye contact, and he seemed very..mad..."
Draco looked her in the eye, staring into the depth of brown. "Yes, Hermione, he was reading my mind. And he told me not to talk with a mudblood like you" Draco pushed back his chair in a sudden move, and got up from the table, shooting her an icy leer before leaving her in the dining room.
Draco steadied his breathing out in the hall. Why had he done that? He slowly walked along the hallway, putting his hands in the pockets of his black pants. Now that the Dark Lord was defeated, and his father had let go of his dream of being a Death Eater, did he really CARE that she was half blood? He let his thoughts overcome him as he lie on his bed. It was late after noon, and his dark green curtains were filtering most of the sun. Time for a nap...
His room was pitch black as he heard Hermione come back. She seemed to be thrashing around her room, causing as much noise as possible. Probably because she's pissed at me...
He threw his legs over the side of his bed, putting his head in his hands. After taking a few deep breaths, he acquired his usual suave self and knocked on the door separating their rooms "Hermione, do you have a guy in there?"
She seemed to be singing.
"Hermione? Are you ok?" he slowly started to turn the doorknob connecting their rooms. He stopped midway. Maybe that wasn't such a good idea....
"HERMIONE?"
The door abruptly opened, "Ello Draco! Fancy a lemon pudding wearing pink slippers? TOENAILS!," she giggled to herself, swinging a bottle back and forth.
She was drunk
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The tiny intricate snowflakes fell softly, spinning gracefully until they hit the ground, shattering into unrecognizable snow. The Girl spun around playfully in it, sticking her tongue out as to catch the tiny flakes. She spun faster, closing her eyes and letting the snow fall over her face. Her burgandy scarf flailed along with her, propelling droplets of water at anyone who dared get close. She twirled faster, digging spirals in the snow that lay on the ground. Not a care, in the world. Not caring who saw her, not caring what people thought.... She was beautiful.
He watched her with extreme interest, settling into his corner table, per usual. The waiter glided over, a short plump man with a black mustache with a life of its on. His mustache had been known to involuntarily move up and down, to the amusement of the customers. "Ah, Mister Malfoy, what can I acquire for you this fine evening."
Draco continued to watch the girl, before peeling his eyes away to answer. "French Vanilla Mocha, thank you. As usual."
"Right away Sir," the waiter trotted off to another table, full of Business Men in suits. His attention turned back to the girl, who had now chosen to plop down in the middle of the knoll. She sat cross legged, her hands tracing a circle around her. As if fainting she unexpectedly leaned back, she was now making a snow angel. As if made of rubber the girl soon bounced up, brushing the snow off of her coat and pants. Smiling like a madman, she made her way over to Draco, plopping down in the vacant chair across from him.
"This is fantastic Draco! How can you just sit there all morning, with the snow falling and the sun shining!"
"Don't make me throttle you Granger."
Hermione bounced once in her chair and threw her arms up in emotion. "Ooo Malfoy, if I could only use magic...," she squinted her eyes at him and shook her head. He laughed and threw the Daily Prophet at her. Hermione picked it up and started to read the front page, in a flash her eyes lit up and her face started emitting an unnatural glow. His eyes got wide as he leaned back in his chair, away from this odd occurrence. "What's got your panties in a bunch Granger, Every book at school has 4 more pages?," he smirked and ran his fingers through his hair, the tresses falling back into place once his fingers had moved. "No, smartass, my story! My story about the Head Boy and Girl getting to go to France! It's on the front page!," she slid the paper across the table to him, getting out of her chair and coming over to stand next to him. Their cheeks were an inch apart as she pointed to the small side article. He could feel her breath against his face, smell her strawberry perfume... She turned to look him in the eyes, her brown big eyes, to his startling grey. Her smooth face was slowly turning a pink color as she quickly turned away.
"I've got to go change clothes, these are all wet." She hurried off towards their hotel, dodging the hoards of people coming down the cobbleway path. Draco let out a sigh and leaned back in his chair. That girl was so hard to understand.... He pushed back his chair, trying to avoid the scraping sound that inevitably always happened. He grabbed the Daily Prophet and started to trudge up to the castle.
"Mr. Malfoy! Your mocha!," the waiter stood at the edge of the restaurant, holding a glass, waving the other hand wildly in the air.
"To the tab Jaques. Add it to the tab."
The hotel was a magnificent castle, set on a hill in a small town. The outside was beautiful, complete with turrets, a drawbridge, and many the tower. (Nothing can compare to Hogwarts however!) The inside was beautiful, if not more beautiful than the outside. The carpet throughout the hotel was red velvet, and every few feet a gold bracket held a flaming torch. Draco and Hermione both had medium sized rooms connected by a door. Hermione's was burgandy themed, Draco's a deep green. They rarely visited each others rooms. But that can change cough
Draco knocked lightly on the door connecting their rooms, putting his ear up to the wood. Muffled sounds came through, but nothing audible. "Hermione? Are you ready for lunch?"
"NO!"
He'd been here for almost 20 minutes, waiting for her to get ready. His anger was starting to rise as he knocked harder on the door. "We were late 10 minutes ago!"
"I'M NOT READY!"
His anger had reached his peak. He reached for the gold doorknob, yanking the door open,
"AHHH!"
"AHHH!"
Draco covered his eyes with his arm and slowly started to back out of the room.
"GOD DAMNIT YOU LITTLE..LITTLE FERRET BOY!" Hermione threw a shoe at him as he backed against the wall. She scrambled to the bed, picking up a pillow and covering her chest. Still covering his eyes, Draco yelled, "FILTHY MUDBLOOD! ITS A DISGRACE YOU ARE HEAD GIRL!" He uncovered his eyes and stared at the girl in front of him. Hermione sat in the corner, wearing a black skirt and a pillow. Her head was in her lap and she was crying into it, muffled sobs erupting every few seconds. Draco stood still for a second before slowly making his way over to her, kicking random clothes out of the way as he went. He spotted a bra and carefully picked it up by his finger, holding it a length away from himself. He held it out in front of her, "I wont have my girl going out in public without a shirt on."
Hermione looked up and scowled at him, "I'm NOT your girl, and get your hands OFF of my bra," she growled, and grabbed for the pink lingerie. He smirked and put his hands in his pocket, turning around and walking back to his room. He closed the door and leaned against it. "Now what were you bawling about Granger, that I threatened your title of Head Girl?" he laughed to himself and waited for her smart reply. Instead he met the floor, as the door connecting their room opened, and he fell to the ground. He looked up at the girl looming over him.
"No, that I had to be paired with such a twit for Head Boy" She stepped over him and walked out the door, leaving a once in a lifetime, speechless Draco.
He made his way to the hotel Dining Room, looking for any sign of Hermione. He spotted her in the corner, at a small 2 person table. He made his way over and sat down, waiting for her to in someway acknowledge his presence. She continued to stare out the window, acting as if nothing had happened.
"You know you want me Granger, admit it, you want my sexy body"
She snorted and looked at him, her eyes twinkling mischievously.
"Yes Malfoy, your impeccable body is the only thing keeping me alive. I live for your body," she continued to laugh, before turning back to look out the window. "Shit," she said startlingly. Draco choked on his drink slightly, before retaining his composure. "Did Hermione just swear? I'm shocked!," he said mockingly, looking up at her from his mocha. It was Hermione's time to choke. Had he just called her by her name? "It's Professor Mcgonagall and Professor Snape. They've come to check on us. I totally forgot this was week 2," she pulled open her purse and started looking for something, glancing nervously at the doorway every few seconds. Draco anxiously ran his hand through his hair. If they hadn't learned as much as the Professor's thought they should, they would have to leave France. The Professors appeared in the doorway, a scowling Snape and a stern Mcgonagall. They swiftly walked over to them and pulled up two chairs.
"How is your vacation going? I expect you've been behaving yourselves?," Professor Mcgonagall asked, looking at both Hermione and Draco. Hermione pulled a piece of parchment out of her purse and proudly handed it to The Professor.
"I've made a list of everything I've learned while here in France," she smiled and let out a breath, relaxing a little in her chair. Snape let out what sounded like a chuh. "Mr. Malfoy, have you been enjoying yourself?" Snape looked him in the eye. They remained like that for a while, before Snape smiled and hastily stood up. "I don't think they're progressing Minerva, the vacation should be cut short," he shot a glare at Hermione before whipping his cloak around and striding out of the Dining Room, disappearing from sight. Hermione gave Draco a quizical look and nervously looked back at Professor Mcgonagall.
"This is a very impressive list Hermione. I see no reason why you and Draco can't stay here longer," she pushed her glasses back up onto her nose. She let out a huff, "Where did Severus go... O yes, Ill return next week to check up on you two," she gave a glare to Draco, "Behave yourselves." She quickly stood up and followed in Professor Snape's footsteps. The two students stared at her empty seat. The silence was interrupted when Hermione asked, "Draco, was Snape reading your mind."
He was startled out of his trance. He shot a nervous glance at Hermione, "No, what gave you that idea?"
Hermione looked him in the eye. Draco studied her face. Her brow was slightly creased, like she was thinking. Her nose was scrunched up, and her mouth was moving, like she was talking in her head. She looked so cute...
"Because you two never lost eye contact, and he seemed very..mad..."
Draco looked her in the eye, staring into the depth of brown. "Yes, Hermione, he was reading my mind. And he told me not to talk with a mudblood like you" Draco pushed back his chair in a sudden move, and got up from the table, shooting her an icy leer before leaving her in the dining room.
Draco steadied his breathing out in the hall. Why had he done that? He slowly walked along the hallway, putting his hands in the pockets of his black pants. Now that the Dark Lord was defeated, and his father had let go of his dream of being a Death Eater, did he really CARE that she was half blood? He let his thoughts overcome him as he lie on his bed. It was late after noon, and his dark green curtains were filtering most of the sun. Time for a nap...
His room was pitch black as he heard Hermione come back. She seemed to be thrashing around her room, causing as much noise as possible. Probably because she's pissed at me...
He threw his legs over the side of his bed, putting his head in his hands. After taking a few deep breaths, he acquired his usual suave self and knocked on the door separating their rooms "Hermione, do you have a guy in there?"
She seemed to be singing.
"Hermione? Are you ok?" he slowly started to turn the doorknob connecting their rooms. He stopped midway. Maybe that wasn't such a good idea....
"HERMIONE?"
The door abruptly opened, "Ello Draco! Fancy a lemon pudding wearing pink slippers? TOENAILS!," she giggled to herself, swinging a bottle back and forth.
She was drunk
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