Okay, the third instalment of this story (making it tri-chaptered), may be a little bit out of context, but I believe it is relevant, and it's my story, so what I say goes, and it had to come in sometime, so here it comes.
Hermione is remembering i.e. the past…etc…
At a ball – start of year ball, which I made up, only for the 6th
and 7th years, haven't really decided what year they are
in.
Hermione had been floating past him all night, just
beyond his reach, teasing him, taunting him, her normally bushy hair,
sleek and shiny, tied up in a loose bun. (That means it is at the
back of her head, in a circle thing, like a ballet dancer). Loose
strands of hair framed her face, highlighting her features. She was
doing it deliberately; it was her form of revenge. Tired of being
called names, and tired of his arrogant nature, especially against
her, the teasing and the taunting, Hermione was exacting her revenge,
the best way she could, and the least conspicuous. Draco's eyes
followed her around the hall, followed her as she danced with Ron and
Harry, as she ate the food, chatting with Ginny, danced with Neville.
He couldn't ask her to dance, people would know, it would disgrace
him.
Hermione was having fun, people were asking her to dance,
Ron was staring at her all the time, mouth agape, even when he danced
with her and she felt the light touch of his hands on her hips
through the light fabric of the dress. And Draco was watching her;
her plan was working.
The night wore on, half way through a dance,
Hermione made her way to the doors; she was hot. She left the Great
Hall, where the social was going on, and headed for the doors that
led outside. Pushing one open, she slipped out, feeling a glimpse of
the cold air against her hot skin, and then the grain of the wall
against her arms, as someone (not tall, dark and handsome, well maybe
;)) grabbed her and pushed her there, pinning her arms to the wall
with his, and leaning against her. Startled she looked up to see
Draco, his eyes looked tortured as he leaned down, and kissed her,
letting go of her arms, and pulling away a bit, slipping his arms
around her back, and into her hair, messing up the perfect bun.
Inside, Hermione was spewing, but on the outside, she was cool, calm
and collected, kissing him back, and slipping her arms around his
neck (I swear their arms are slipping all over the place. I've used
that word so often. Sorry), pushing herself against him.
Draco
was the first to pull away. He slowly released Hermione, who turned
from him, and started to make her way back inside.
"Hermione?"
Draco asked, confusion evident in his voice, and Hermione felt a
small pang of shame, at what she had done to him, but it was quickly
replaced with all the hate she had had for him since their first
year. She turned to him.
"What?" She questioned. Tortured eyes
stared back at her.
"What was that about?" He whispered,
lowering his eyes to the ground. She walked back up to him, slipping
her arms once more around his neck, but when he looked at her this
time, he saw nothing but hatred in her eyes. He stared at her eyes,
giving her the satisfaction that her revenge had succeeded in
rattling him, hurting him.
"You're nothing, Malfoy. Nobody
could ever love you." She hissed, before slapping him smartly, and
striding away.
"You'll regret it, Granger." Draco cried, and
even he could hear the croak in his voice. "You'll have no
friends in the world, and when that day comes, you'll realise that
you are nothing more than a filthy mudblood." She didn't turn,
and he cursed under his breath, watching her flaunt inside,
victorious, before sinking to his knees in the dewy grass, and,
holding his head in his hands (covering face with hands),
cried.
Okay, so what did you think? I promise the next
chapter will be longer. Promise, cross my heart hope to die, stick a
needle in my eye (please don't). And it'll have Ron and Hermione
and Harry and Ginny, and Fred, George, Draco and, I think that is
all.
Enjoy reading, please feel free to leave a review, at no
extra charge, and for your troubles, receive an answer, as so far, I
have responded to all my reviews. How dedicated I am). Okay, and I'm
sorry for all the interruptions, its late here, and I'm tired, and
bored, and hee hee, I have school tomorrow and don't want to go,
who really ever does? Okay, next chapter coming soon.
Chapter Four
Well, just to fill you in, and to say I'm so sorry for the long wait, we left Ron and George entering the lounge room and Hermione is sleeping on the couch, and Ron thinks she is perfect. And Harry and Ginny are back at school, sitting together outside the dormitory where Hermione intruder/casuals, is locked, and Fred? Where is Fred? He's in the shop, and Draco? Well, you'll just have to read and find out, my story is now a quadruplet, or something like that. So sorry for the wait………………..
In her sleep, Hermione felt the cool
breeze against her skin and she opened her eyes, seeing dazzling
green ones very close to hers, they seemed to gaze at her in shock
for a few seconds, as obviously he hadn't expected her to wake up
so suddenly. His shocked stillness allowed her to gaze past the eyes,
and down to the nose, covered in freckles and onto the mouth, which
was pursed as he'd been blowing cool air onto her, and had been for
the last ten minutes to the amusement of George and Fred, who had
come up from the shop when George had rushed off to get him to show
him "how stupid Ron was being", as Ron had been trying to wake
Hermione up without touching her. Ron snapped out of his shock, and
stood up from where he'd been kneeling beside Hermione, and she
felt cold again, colder than before, and then confused. Ron was here,
hadn't he been mean to her before, she subconsciously felt the
bruise that had formed on her arm, and didn't notice Ron's hurt
and guilty look, as he'd seen her do it.
"See," he
declared, turning to face his hysterical brothers, "it does work."
Fred held onto his sides, afraid that they might split, and George's
actually did, as he'd eaten Fred's sidesplitting lollies Fred had
been testing on unsuspecting people. (He'd been surprised when
George had agreed so heartily). George was now trying to gather his
sides back together, and Fred stopped laughing long enough to note
something down in a notebook, and wave his wand at George to sew him
up, before he was rolling around laughing again. George stood there,
stock-still; still unsure as to what had happened, and whether or not
he was dreaming or not as it was the first time Fred had played a
joke on him.
Hermione pulled her blanket further over her body and
covered her head with it, snuggling back down into the warmth of the
safe and secure couch. Beside her, Ron sat down, pulling the blankets
back off her head. He held them in his hands as she struggled to pull
them back over her head. It was fun playing tug-o-war with the
blanket, but finally, Ron had had enough and, destroying Hermione's
fun, sat on his end, preventing her from getting it.
"Hermione…"
He said, as Fred howled in the background and then cursed as George
hexed him.
"Yes Ron." Hermione asked. Her voice was soft and
her expression softer, but Ron knew he was treading on dangerous
ground.
"I'm sorry for what I did before, with shaking you and
yelling at you, and Harry is too, but we seriously thought you were
this other you, who we found out isn't you, but someone disguised,
so we've locked them in our dormitory, as there is nothing else in
there for them to ruin and I'm just terribly sorry. Please, don't
hurt me." He pretended to cower behind his hands, even though he
was really scared, he didn't want Hermione or his brothers to know.
He began to breath again when Hermione didn't yell at him. He
lowered his hands, and found Hermione. She was sitting there with a
horrible expression on her face. It was one mixed with loathing and
absolute disgust; Ron hoped it wasn't for him. It wasn't.
"That
foul, disgusting boy." Hermione screeched and flung herself up from
the couch, but promptly fell back down, tangled in the blanket. She
went to rise again, but an incredible weakness came over her and she
sank back onto the couch and pulled the blanket around her once more,
shivering.
"I feel sick." She moaned, and Ron stepped forward,
and then back again rapidly, as Hermione vomited the contents of her
stomach onto the floor. Fred looked at George guiltily. George was
amazed once again.
"No." He said. "You didn't." Fred's
eyes filled with guilt-laden tears.
"Yes, I did." He
whispered, and George let out one hoarse laugh, before moaning about
brothers and rushing off to grab a bucket and a towel. Hermione
started to cry, the vomit still evident in her mouth. Ron cautiously
edged forwards, wary of flying vomit, and sat on the couch beside
her, where he cleared the hair from her face and tucked it behind her
ears for her. He rubbed her back (and behaved un-Ron-like and like
everyone wants their guy to act when they are sick – caring and
gentlemanly).
There was nothing more to be done for Hermione,
she'd been fed a vomiting vanilla viscous lolly, and the vomiting
wouldn't stop till later, and the sickness wouldn't ebb till
nighttime. It was Fred's new one, which was why it was such a new
time length. This one was designed for all day sick days, when you
wanted a day off, and the twist was that you actually felt sick. Ron
wanted to stay with her, but George assured him that no harm would
befall her, and Fred took him back to school, as it would be
interesting to see who the intruder Hermione was.
Harry and
Ginny had sat at the dormitory for quite a while. Since Ron and
George had left, the sounds of ripping and ranting and raving had
been heard through the door, and after an hour was up, the room fell
silent. Relieved Harry had run down to the corridor and retrieved an
old game in the corner called Monopoly. Ginny and he were bored.
After snogging (a horrible English word for kissing – sorry, no
offence, but seriously, snogging? Kissing sounds better) for a bit,
there had been nothing else to do, so they decided today was a good a
day as any to learn how to play the muggle game of monopoly. Harry
was the hat, and Ginny claimed the dog, she actually thought it would
move by itself and bark and be hers forever, but that was really,
only something a magical being might think. So they read the rules,
or Harry read the rules, while Ginny tapped on her dog with her wand
and succeeded in turning it pink and making it jump off the board and
electrocute Harry. As they started, they listened to the intruder in
the dormitory, but couldn't hear anything. Ginny kept landing on
free-parking, and would leap in the air in joy whenever she did,
yipping for her dog, and pointing her finger at Harry, who took it
good-naturedly, after all, he had bought all the places, as, being
banker, he had assumed all the money was his, so had bought all the
houses in the box. Ginny, however, was not losing. Her money supply
never seemed to dwindle, possibly due to her stealing it from Harry,
which was fair enough, seeing as he hadn't even given her her money
at the start of the game. It was a good game, but it never seemed to
end, and neither Harry, nor Ginny knew how to end it, so soon they
were very bored, and rolling the dice, and moving almost
mechanically. It was a relief when Ron returned, with Fred. Fred
laughed when he saw them, and kicked over the board. Ginny started to
protest, so he replaced it just as it had been, which quickly shut
her up, and received her a glare from Harry, who hurriedly put the
confusing and eluding game down. He secretly wondered how muggles
could be so interested in such a simple and easy game. Ron told them
Hermione was ill, which made Harry feel low, but he was soon assured
it was not his fault, but Fred's. Fred grimaced. Together, they
threw open the dormitory door, but no one charged at them, or hexed
them, or did anything. Looking around the dorm, Ginny was the first
to spot the intruder. He lay across Ron's bed, his face hid in the
blankets, which were messed up and half-ripped. He was asleep.
Tiptoeing over, they peered at him, and then jumped back in shock. It
was Malfoy. His silver hair was flung haphazardly and lay shocked
across Ron's pillow, and was half-covered by the blankets, which
Malfoy held clung in his hands, as though afraid of the dark, or some
unforeseen foe. As they watched, he writhed in the bed, and they
noticed that he was wearing Harry's robes; Hermione's clothes
were strewn about the room. The irony of it almost made Harry laugh,
though his hands were clenched in fists of range, as he thought of
why Malfoy had disguised himself as Hermione and why he had gone to
all this trouble for what he called a "mudblood".
"He's
drooling on my bed." Ron stated, and leapt forward, but was knocked
back by Fred, and lay gasping on the floor.
"Take it easy,
Fred." Ron gasped. Fred lunged forwards and grabbed hold of Draco,
shaking him by the shoulders. Shocked, and looking scared, Draco came
awake with a start, and screamed: "I didn't touch it, I swear."
He screamed, but stopped when he saw who were talking. And then…..
I
just had to leave a cliffhanger, sorry peoples.
By the way, are
all these authors' notes really annoying, because I can cut down on
them, or stop them entirely. Its up to you…please review.
It was
longer!
