Title: Compromise
Summary: It was a bet that started it all. It was supposed to be easy and she was supposed to win. It was only too bad she got caught red handed. Draco smirked. "I'm sorry but I don't really play fair."
++HGDM++
Hermione Granger was a busy girl. Never had it been that she was seen without her nose buried behind her books studying. It was basically her life. Her very boring life.
"Mione…" Ron whined for the nth time that day.
"What?" Hermione snapped finally removing her eyes from her latest book, Hogwarts: A History. She already read it for Merlin knows how many times but never it be said that she grew bored of it. Who would grow bored of it anyway? Right? Right.
"You never go out anymore." Ron pointed out.
Hermione raised an eyebrow at that. "So?" she asked. It might be so that she never went out like most girls her age did but who could blame her. Books held her interest longer than mundane things… like makeup.
Ron heaved a sigh first before coming to sit beside her. "I want you to go with us to Hogsmeade tomorrow."
"No." Hermione said bluntly, turning her attention back in her book.
"Why not?" Ron asked.
"Just because."
Ron frowned. "That's no excuse"
"Yes it is."
"No, it's not."
Hermione sighed, annoyed. "Seriously Ron, I'm busy. I still have a lot of work to do. I don't want to have to do my home works on the next day. They're due next week and I don't want to fall behind our lesson." Hermione said as a matter of fact.
Ron gaped at her like she grew another head. "But you're already way ahead all of us!"
"And that's no reason to procrastinate." She said with a glare in place. Ron visibly wilted.
"Fine. Whatever you say. But if you change your mind, the offer still stands." He said hopefully.
"I know Ron."
++HGDM++
"Studying again I see." The cold voice was a drawl in the quietness of the library. Somewhere in Hermione's right, a figure stood straight and headed towards the table where she sat. He leaned down, peering at the book's title and raising an eyebrow. As usual it was an academic book.
"Shut up Malfoy."
Draco feigned mock hurt as he sat down on the chair opposite the bookworm. "Aww.. I'm hurt Granger, is that how you treat me now?" he asked, trying in vain to smother the smirk that was threatening to uplift his lips.
Hermione raised her book higher as to block the blond in her line of sight. "Yes ferret." Really, one would think he was obsessed with her with the way he was always popping up wherever she goes. It had been two weeks and she was just about ready to lose her temper at the insistent teenager.
"Stupid mudblood…"
Silence ensued for a few seconds before it became evident that the male wasn't about to go anywhere. Hermione sighed and peered at the wizard before her for a second. Draco looked like he was contemplating whether to stay and annoy her or leave and be on his way.
"I see you have no life at all whatsoever." Hermione commented as she flipped a page of her book.
"I see you have no life whatsoever." Draco returned.
"I'm—" Hermione started but Draco interrupted her.
"Whatever." Draco waved her off, proceeding to slump forward on the table. "I'm sure it's because you're boring. Just like how they all come." He continued.
Hermione merely gave him a glance. "Am not." She huffed indignantly.
Draco only raised an eyebrow.
Hermione glared. "And that's your business because?"
"I was merely stating the obvious."
Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Did Potty and Weasel leave you alone again?" He asked when Hermione showed no inclination to continue their conversation.
Hermione frowned. "Why are you so interested?"
"I'm not."
"You sound like you are." Hermione flipped a page again.
Draco smirked. "How about we make a bet hmmm?"
Hermione narrowed her eyes. "What bet?"
Draco's smirk widened. "Ahh… Interested I see."
"I'm not." Hermione retorted, a scowl threatening to mark her face.
"Afraid you'll lose if you make it with me?"
"Git." She glared at him before standing up and arranging her things. "If you don't mind, I'll have to leave before your bloated ego suffocates both of us."
"Scared Granger?" he taunted.
Her glare doubled. If looks could kill, he could surely be bleeding all over the place by now. "No ferret, I just don't associate myself with the likes of you."
"Whatever you say. So that bet." He asked.
Hermione narrowed her eyes at him. "I have no intentions of taking part in your stupid ideas."
"Is the Gryffindor princess scared?" again he taunted.
"Never."
"Then make the bet with me."
Hermione narrowed her eyes at him before speaking again. "Fine."
"I want your word in it."
"I'll make the bet with you."
Draco's smirk widened in glee. "Fine. I want you to get drunk. Pissed drunk tomorrow."
"No—"
"You already agreed."
"But—"
"And there's no turning back. Now, those are the terms of the bet. If you win, I'll do anything you say for a day and vice versa. Sounds fair enough?"
"I still—"
"Another thing, the bet happens tomorrow." That being said, Draco walked out of the library not even stopping to hear Hermione's concerns.
Tomorrow would either be fun or hell. Draco just hoped it would be the former.
++HGDM++
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
The evening that followed, Hermione berated herself for agreeing to the bet earlier in the library. With a ferret of all people. Harry and Ron would surely kill her if they knew. Worse, how would she even tell them that she would come to Hogsmeade with them tomorrow just to get pissed drunk? She could already imagine the incredulous looks and of course the consequent outburst that would surely follow, not that she could blame them anyway.
"Hermione?"
Hermione internally groaned. Talk of the devil… "Harry, Ron…" She smiled at them.
The duo smiled back at her before coming to sit beside her on the couch in front of the fireplace inside the Gryffindor common room. "Is everything alright?"
"Of course, why wouldn't they be?"
Harry shrugged, "You're just fidgeting is all."
Hermione internally grimaced. Not good, not good at all. "Am I?" she asked with a small nervous chuckle.
Harry frowned. It was unusual but he decided Hermione would tell them if something was up.
"Hermione? What—"
Hermione interrupted. "So Ron! Does your offer for Hogsmeade still stand?" she asked: chuckling a bit to rid them of the awkward air that was threatening to befall.
"You changed your mind?" Ron asked, gaping.
Hermione winced. "Yes."
"What made you change your mind Hermione?" Harry finally butted in.
A bet changed my mind Harry is what she wanted to say but instead smiled. She wasn't quite ready to be shouted at. Not that she wouldn't tell them because she would. She surely would. "Am I not allowed to spend time with my bestfriends?"
Harry narrowed his eyes suspiciously at his bestfriend. Something was definitely up. "Of course not." He noted warily.
Ron beamed at Hermione. "Finally allowed yourself some fun huh?"
Hermione chuckled nervously. "Perhaps." She answered decidedly. "What are we going to do tomorrow anyway?"
Ron shrugged and looked at Harry. "Anything. Why?"
"Just asking."
"We could stroll around, talk maybe, catch up. Maybe have lunch at the Three Broomsticks and then me and Ron have to buy some quidditch equipments."
"Oh, then I'll come with you in the morning then maybe I'll do some shopping on my own." Maybe then I could be finished with the bet with the ferret.
"Do you want us to accompany you?"
Does she really? "No, I think I'll manage." She smiled.
++HGDM++
Hermione couldn't sleep that night. What meager hours of sleep she managed to scrap was so little she woke up cranky. The day would surely bring hell. She had a hard time processing that she'd be pissed drunk just to win a bet. Again, with Malfoy of all people. At least it was a Saturday, she consoled herself. There would be no class and hopefully no one would miss her so much as to check on her later on. No one needs to know what she would be doing.
"Ready Mione?" Harry asked the moment they met in the Great Hall for breakfast.
Hermione smiled, anticipation unleashing a horde of frenzied butterflies at her stomach. From the other side of the Great Hall, surrounded by his friends, Draco Malfoy met her eyes with a raised eyebrow. Hermione knew he was challenging her with that one look to back down. She glared at him to which Draco responded with a smirk. Bloody insufferable git.
"Of course Harry." She smiled at her friend before seating herself beside Ron who was stuffing his face with breakfast. "Good morning Ronald."
Ron looked at her and sputtered a muffled 'good morning', almost choking due to his full mouth.
Hermione grimaced at his usual lack of table manners. "Chew, swallow and then talk. Seriously Ronald how old are you?"
Ron finally swallowed his food before grinning cheekily at her. "Seriously Mione, don't be so stuck-up."
Hermione rolled her eyes but smiled at her friend nonetheless. "Honestly…"
"So Hermione, what are you going to buy later in Hogsmeade?" Harry asked.
"Stuff." She answered evasively.
"Oh, well let's go then."
Together, the three of them went to the entrance to have Filch sign them off. He was grumpy as it is and Merlin help them if they didn't register out only to be caught by him. Filch was standing near the great double doors holding a long parchment at hand. He was muttering softly and scribbled at the parchment at seeing them.
"Bloody crook that one is." Ron muttered low.
Harry nodded his agreement while Hermione remained quiet.
++HGDM++
Parting with Harry and Ron that afternoon was almost Hermione's breaking point. All day, she contemplated whether to tell the two or not about her afternoon plans and in the end finally succumbed to the pressure and told them. They were skeptical at first, probably wondering if she was kidding, then came the rage she expected of them.
"What the hell were you thinking 'Mione?" Harry asked, barely keeping his temper in check. Obviously she wasn't thinking at all. Ron was turning quite a shade of purple.
"Did he force you to make the bet with him?"
"No."
"Then why the hell made you do it?" Ron asked, his hands flying in the air to emphasize his point.
Hermione frowned, her ire starting to spike up. They were only concerned about you, she told herself.
"Why are you even thinking of doing it in the first place?" Harry finally asked visibly trying to keep calm, as hard as that was at the moment. It was all he could do to tell himself that Hermione knew whatever it is that she was doing. "Is that the reason you decided to come with us today?"
Hermione only nodded.
Harry sighed, "Hermione, can you not do it?"
"And have him flaunt it in my face that I withdrew from a simple bet?" Hermione winced, she could already imagine the smug look Malfoy would wear should she ever decided not to comply.
"But you don't even drink!"
"Yeah!" Harry acquiesced with his friend.
Hermione folded her arms in front of her chest. "I do drink thank-you-very-much."
Harry eyed her. "Have you gotten pissed drunk?"
Hermione deflated at that. No, she definitely hasn't been pissed drunk. "There's always a first time for everything." she mumbled instead.
"But—"
"No Harry," Hermione interrupted him decisively. "I already made up my mind and besides what could be worse? It's only getting myself drunk." Now that sounded bad, just really bad. Her stomach felt queasy already.
"What are the terms?"
"I get drunk and Malfoy would do anything I would say for one day."
Ron grinned wolfishly at that. "Really? Well, when you put it like that…"
Harry whirled at his friend. "Ron!"
Ron grinned sheepishly at Harry and shrugged. "Sorry mate but hey, it's all in Hermione's favor."
"Maybe, but still—"
"Harry…"
"Fine, if that's really what you want."
++HGDM++
Two glasses turned to three and soon it turned to five.
Malfoy was staring at her rather incredulously while sipping his own firewhisky. He didn't think she'd have the guts to go on with the bet and he was honestly stumped that she did. Determine to win too by the looks of things.
Harry and Ron were beside her and giving the blond rather nasty glares but he never took notice of them. His attention was solely focused on the girl sitting on the stool in front of the bar as Blaise snickered beside him.
"Looks like you'll lose Draco." Blaise guffawed as the witch they were watching downed another shot.
Draco scowled. "Shut up."
Blaise laughed at his friend. "Really Draco, of all people to make bets with it has to be a Gryffindor? You do know they are as reckless as they come right?"
"I said shut up." Draco hissed through gritted teeth. He knew already! How was he supposed to know the stubborn Gryffindor would go through with it anyway before? He didn't even expect her to agree, forgetting that he pushed her to take the bet with him! And to bring her two oaf of a friend with her too!
"So what are you going to do?"
Draco sipped his firewhisky again before turning to his friend with a grin on his face. Now what could he do?
++HGDM++
Hermione was tipsy, no she was drunk. Ten shots and she could already feel the world trying to spin off its own axis. It was disconcerting to say the least. Beside her, Harry and Ron were speaking in hushed voices about how she was already drunk and therefore should be taken back to their common room already. She wanted to tell them to fuck off and leave her alone. She was determined to win the bet and she will, mark her words.
Hermione groaned, "I think I'm drunk Harry." She told her friend who cringed at the happy, almost goofy smile he received from her.
"Hermione…" Harry tried but Hermione just swatted him away, a scowl replacing her goofy grin.
"Shut it Harry, I'm determined to win this bet." Another smile was thrown his way before Hermione strutted towards her opponent.
"Drunk yet Malfoy?" She asked the blond Slytherin with just a touch of slur at her voice.
"Mmm."
Hermione scowled, he was supposed to answer her not hum his way through her.
"Oi." Hermione tried again, determined to get a reaction out of the blond. Another bout of silence had Hermione poking at Draco's shoulder. She grinned happily at him.
"Granger…"
Hermione gave him a goofy smile as she continued to poke his shoulder.
"Granger…" he growled.
"Malfoy." Hermione reiterated while gulping down another shot of Firewhisky.
Draco scowled as the girl continued to poke him. Blaise snickered and Draco shot him a glare.
"What do you think you're doing?" he asked with his scowl still intact.
"Poking you." Hermione said as a matter of fact. She giggled and Draco glared.
"Like I couldn't already tell. How incredibly brilliant of you." He said sarcastically.
Hermione frowned. Was the ferret annoyed at her? But she was just poking his shoulders. It wasn't like she was beating him in class or anything like that. Noooo, she was definitely not annoying. With that concluded, she decided to reply.
"It's good that you finally acknowledged that. Poor poor you who was always just below me." She gave him a lazy grin before grabbing her glass and gulping down her firewhisky. It burned her throat but she continued to gulp down more.
Blaise tried to hide a snicker in a cough.
Draco glared and grabbed another shot of his whisky. "I think you're already drunk. Saying things and all that." He said through gritted teeth. "Do you even remember our bet?"
Hermione scowled. "Fuck off Malfoy, I'm still sober. Not that I can say the same for you anyway."
Hermione's eyes drooped for a bit before she continued to plop down next to the blond. Said blond gave a short scowl but didn't push the girl away. Blaise continued to hide his never ending smirk at his friend's behavior.
"And yes, I remember our bet. I'm going to be pissed drunk and it's gonna be your fault… 'cause you're insufferable."
Not too far from them sat two very disgruntled males. Both held their own shots of Firewhisky as they watched their friend come too close with the enemy. Coming too close to enemy territory looking like a drunk zombie was bad news. Definitely bad news.
"'Mione's definitely drunk Harry." Ron commented and winced as Hermione clumsily brought another shot to her lips. "We best take her home."
Harry was about to nod his assent when the unbidden image of a very mad Hermione crossed his head. Nope, he didn't want to be the cause of her losing this bet. He was very fond of his head, thank-you-very-much.
"Nah, just a few more. We wait until she drops down and then we take her back. Merlin knows what she'll do to us if she loses and we're the reason behind."
Ron was quiet for a few seconds enough to see Hermione turn to them with a goofy smile before a shudder ran through his body and wordlessly he agreed. He definitely wanted to keep his head too.
++HGDM++
A few more shots later and each participant was just about ready to level the game up. Dark, heavy robes had already been discarded and the heat was continuously escalating. Draco belatedly noticed the absence of his mate but instead of looking for his whereabouts, he continued to pay his attention to the girl before him.
"Drunk yez Mal…Mar…Malfoy?" Hermione asked again with quite a more noticeable slur. Her eyes had drooped a bit and she was tugging at her necktie. It was starting to heat up in the pub and she wanted the ridiculous article of clothing removed.
Draco looked at his partner and scowled when he saw what she was trying to do. As inappropriate as it was, he couldn't help as his eyes travelled down to the exposed skin before he slapped her hands away causing the girl to scowl back. He didn't say anything as he leaned so that they were eye to eye before tugging the girl's necktie off effortlessly.
"Maybe you?"
Hermione glared at the blond before turning back to her shot.
++HGDM++
Two bottles of Odgens later found two mess of teenagers trying to free themselves of their clothes. Scowls were firmly on their faces as the cloths continue to stick on their bodies giving a very unpleasant feel.
A female hand reached to unbutton her partner's polo while a masculine hand reached to pluck a brown curl stuck to a forehead. They both stared at each other before grinning madly. It was just funny how they both ended in such a predicament.
"It is getting a bit hot in here isn't it?" Hermione asked, not even realizing it was way too out of character for her to say such a thing. From the corner of her eyes, he could see Harry trying to restrain Ron from jumping at them. She gave them a wave and a smile. They should relax more.
Draco gave a little smirk as he nodded. "A bit."
"Then… can I remove this stuffy clothing now?"
"Hmm…"
Hermione frowned again when he didn't answer her. He was weird, handsome but weird… Now where did that came from? "Your eyes…"
"What of it?"Draco asked.
"They're grey."
Draco chuckled. "And you only noticed now."
Hermione blushed. Silence lasted for a minute before Hermione looked away. Draco shocked her when he spoke again, his voice plunging just a bit.
"You're quite pretty."
Hermione whipped her head back to his face at his words. "You're lying."
The blond shrugged. "Maybe. Who knows?"
Hermione shook her head before a smile lit her face. "Shut up."
"Make me."
She rolled her eyes. "Whatever Malfoy. You won't fool me like that."
"Fool you like what?" Draco shot the girl an innocent look with which Hermione returned with a 'now what?' look.
"Shut it." Hermione chuckled and downed another shot. "I'm dizzy."
"Do you give up? Pissed drunk yet?"
"Hmm."
"You look like you're about to pass out."
Hermione chortled. "I could say the same to you."
"I'm not."
A comfortable silence fell upon the two teenagers before Hermione broke it. "Say…" she trailed off. She was looking at him rather oddly and it disconcerted him. Why was she staring like that?
"What?" he asked gruffly.
"We're actually talking."
Draco rolled his eyes. "How brilliant of you to notice."
Hermione glared at him. "I'm just saying that we're actually having a decent conversation."
"Yes. And I'm just stating the obvious when I say took you long enough to notice."
Hermione frowned. "Why are you talking to me?"
Draco frowned too. "That's a lame question."
"Maybe but you didn't answer."
"Should I stop talking to you?"
Hermione didn't answer. Should he? She was having quite a nice time with this side of him no matter how odd that sounded. They were enemies and here she was enjoying a pointless conversation with him. She didn't answer. He could decide for the both of them.
"Granger, swear not to hex me."
Hermione started at the sudden request. "Huh? Why?"
"Just swear it." The blond wasn't looking at her and it made her uneasy. Why should she swear to anything?
"No."
Draco frowned. "Why not?"
"Maybe because you wouldn't tell me why I should swear anything to you?" Merlin, he was being the same arrogant self-righteous git who thought he could get anything he wanted anytime he wants it.
"Is it that important?"
"Yes." Hermione answered while crossing her arms in front of her chest.
Draco hesitated for a moment before throwing all cautions to the wind. It wasn't as if the bushy haired know it all would remember anything come morning. That being said, he said "If I kissed you, would you swear not to hex me?"
++HGDM++
The alcohol must have been going to her brain already because Hermione knew she must have heard wrong. That or the world is already upside down and about to end which is highly possible too. Voldemort was still at large so the notion wasn't too out there.
Did the blond ferret really just asked her permission to be kissed?
Wait what?!
"I think you're drunk." Was the first words to leave her gaping lips.
Draco frowned at her. "No. I'm actually quite sober."
"No you're not."
"And just who are you to tell me that?" Yeah and who are you to ask me that? Hermione wanted to wring his pretty little neck.
"Just your drinking partner." Hermione said as a matter of fact. "Your sobe—drunk drinking partner."
"Right." Draco rolled his eyes. "Now, why don't you stop evading and swear it already?"
Hermione frowned. "No."
"Why?"
"Because that's just preposterous. Why would you want to kiss me?"
"Well why can't I?" it was so childish, Hermione couldn't keep the frown from her face. She shook her head. He couldn't possibly.
"Just because!" she said in the end.
There was a moment of silence before Harry and Ron interrupted the two of them.
"Is anything wrong Mione?" Ron asked while glaring at the blond. He had wanted to confront the two Heads since a quite while back but Harry was holding him back. Now that he was in front of them, he would definitely make sure to at least get a word in.
"Are you ready to go back?"
Hermione blushed a little. Did the two hear what they've been talking about? She hoped not, seeing as it would be mortifying if they did. From the looks of things though, Ron wasn't taking something well. He was about ready to burst a vein and she wasn't quite sure as to why. She shook her head no to signal her two friends that she was indeed alright and nothing was wrong.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes Harry."
That being said, Harry dragged a fuming Ron back to the table they were sitting in. A few struggles later, the two heads were alone again.
Hermione glared at her companion. "Now look at that."
"What did I do?"
"You were saying things!"
"And?" Draco prompted, a lone eyebrow rising in challenge.
"And I won't concede to anything."
Draco sighed. He knew the bookwork was stubborn but he didn't expect it to be a bother. "Why don't we make a compromise?" he asked finally.
Hermione quieted for a few seconds before nodding. "Go on."
"I'd like to proposition myself—"
"What?!" Hermione interrupted, eyes bulging as she got ready to take her wand out.
"Seriously." Draco raked a hand through his hair. "Will you at least let me finish?"
Hermione grumbled but acquiesced. "Fine."
"I'd like to stop this charade we're doing."
"I don't know—" Hermione started but was cut off.
"Don't you?" Draco leered at her. "We both know no one would win this bet anyway. Or if you want to get technical, I already won this bet."
"Now hold on—"
"I'm not finished."
Hermione scowled at being interrupted the second time.
"We're both determined to win, that much is obvious but why you'd want to cheat is beyond me."
Hermione gaped at him. She was just about to retort when Draco's expression caught her. His eyes said it all, she was caught and no, she wasn't about to live it down. The gods must be laughing. She opened her mouth to defend herself but Draco wasn't finished.
He grinned wolfishly at her. "And since I apparently won this bet, I want us to make a compromise."
"What kind of compromise?" Hermione asked warily.
"A simple one."
Ha! Like anything is ever simple. She continued to stare at him warily. "And that is?"
"I want my kiss." And yes, nothing is ever simple.
…
…
…
"What?"
"Well you heard me, that's the compromise."
"How is that a compromise? Why would I kiss you?" Hermione argued, starting to rise from her seat. Draco immediately took her arm to pull her back down when he noticed the two-thirds of the Golden Trio starting to get riled up from the thick tension that was starting to escalate.
"Simply because that's what it would take for me to keep quiet…"
"No." Hermione crossed her arms at her chest again. There was no way she would kiss him. No way in hell. What was he thinking anyway? And since when did he want to kiss her anyway? He didn't like her. Merlin knows he hated her. And how did the bet become a compromise for a kiss anyway? No, she would not back down.
"Do you mean that?"
Hermione huffed, "Why would I need you to be quiet anyway? It's not like I did anything wrong."
"Oh, then you want your precious reputation to go down the drain?" That being said, Draco held up the Head Girl's neck tie. The Head Girl badge was glinting there almost mocking her. Then she knew what he was talking about.
"You wouldn't dare." She cursed the moment she forgot that she placed her Head Girl's badge there. She willed herself to calm down. It wouldn't do to attack the blond. Not that anyone would care. No one needs to see anyway, nor do they need to know. Harry and Ron would surely back her up in this. In fact, one less ferret might do the world good.
She shook her head to rid herself of the morbid thoughts. Already, her hands were itching to get a hold of her wand. "Give it back Malfoy." She tried calmly.
"No."
"That's not fair."
Draco smirked. "I'm sorry but I don't really play fair." Hermione narrowed her eyes. Now that's just helping her decide some things.
"Why would you want to kiss me anyway? I'm a mudblood remember?" she tried once more.
Draco shrugged. "That's something I won't tell you."
"Why?"
"Did the alcohol muddle your brain? I'm not telling."
"You're a jerk." Hermione hissed at him.
"Like I haven't heard of that one before."
"Bastard."
"That too."
"Ferret."
An eyebrow twitch was all Hermione got before Draco sighed. "I guess you really don't care huh." Draco shook his head before he continued to stand. He dusted himself and was just about ready to leave when Hermione called him back.
"Fine." One word was all it took.
Hermione looked like she swallowed a lemon. Her nose scrunched up in distaste and she willed herself not to gag as an annoying smirk rose upon Draco's lips. Unbidden, she began to notice how those supple lips curved upwards in anticipation. She swallowed. So maybe she was drunk after all.
Draco trudged back towards the girl and leaned down. He had some collecting to do. "Now that's not too hard isn't it?"
"Yeah right." She answered sarcastically.
That infuriating smirk was still in place. "You wound me. Now come and give me our compromise." Draco stopped just before Hermione's face. He wanted her to be the one to close the gap between them.
"No."
Draco frowned. "Say that again?" didn't she just say yes just moments ago?
"I said no."
Draco stared at her incredulously. "You're backing on your word?"
"No." He frowned.
"Then?"
"Not here."
"Why not?"
Hermione didn't answer. It took a bit before Draco finally realized why the Golden Girl refused to give him his kiss. When he did though, he cursed the day they became friends. It would have been more beneficial to him had they not been there. Actually, he would be on his way already if not for their presence.
"The two oafs I see." He grumbled, annoyed.
Draco scowled. Just when he was about to get his price, those two blundering idiot would always be on his way. Why couldn't they just go away?
"Send them away." He told her bluntly.
"No."
"Then, how do you propose we do this?" he asked sarcastically. He was becoming impatient as it is and he didn't want to wait any longer. It was his kiss on the line and he was determined to get it, no matter what.
"I'll come to you."
Draco contemplated the option. It didn't sound half bad. Granger… Hermione was going to come to him. That certainly has a nice ring to it. "Fine. But you better keep your word unless…" he left it there. He still had her tie so he knew she wouldn't dare back down.
Hermione closed her eyes tightly before heaving a big sigh. "Fine."
"Come to me this soon then or the whole of Hogwarts shall know."
Hermione winced as Draco stood straight again. She was honestly regretting her actions just hours before. It was all for naught. And to think she thought she was already getting the hang of it. Acting like a lunatic pretending to be drunk, she wanted to shudder at the words she said. Actually, she wanted to just vanish and never return. And to think that wasn't embarrassing enough, she was caught red handed too.
"How did you know I wasn't drunk?"
Draco smirked. "Might be because it's been two bottles and you're still talking straight."
She wanted to bang her head at the counter. "Oh." Stupid, stupid, stupid. Her cheeks was starting to heat up as she thought more about her actions. It was flawless and that simple fact blew all her efforts away.
Draco's smirk widened into a full blown grin. "Yes, you were quite a brilliant actress though. If I hadn't noticed that little flaw then I would have seriously thought you'll win." He shrugged again. "Too bad I noticed huh? It gave me the leverage I needed to have my compromise. I had fun."
Hermione blushed beet red. He had fun. Now she was really sure he wasn't about to let her live it down.
++HGDM++
Draco was walking back to the castle when Blaise joined him. The night air was a nice change from the stuffy pub he was just in moments ago and he relished his win. He turned to face the other male.
"Where did you ran off to?" Draco asked his friend.
Blaise shrugged. "Somewhere. You look like you're in a good mood." He commented only to have Draco grin goofily at him.
"I am."
"Do I need to ask why?"
Draco didn't answer, instead he said. "You were gone just when it started to get interesting."
That piqued Blaise' interest. "Really…"
Draco nodded. "Yeah, I got myself a very nice compromise with our Head Girl."
"The reason why you look so smug of yourself." Blaise concluded.
"Maybe." Draco answered evasively and he chuckled. Yes, most probably.
"You wouldn't tell, would you?"
"No."
Blaise rolled his eyes. "Whatever. It's probably something idiotic again. Knowing you it'll probably be something not worth saying."
Draco smirked to himself, tucking his hand in his pocket. He wanted to rebuke the other male but didn't. Blaise didn't know yet and Draco wasn't about to tell. After all, it was going to be hell when everyone found out anyway. And he wanted to make sure everything was set before that happens. For now though, he was going to have fun waiting for his price.
"Soon." He murmured to himself while fingering the soft cotton inside his pocket. "Very soon."
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Fin.
A/N: Sooo? I know it's a bit on the OOC side but for the life of me I can't quite capture these two. I've been having a major writer's block for the past few months and I don't know if I did this justice or what. I think I butchered it. T-T I hope you liked it though. I planned for this to be a two-shot but if no one likes it then maybe not. We shall see. =^w^=
So anywho please tell me what you think?
Ryhs-chan