(hello guys! Please review, this is my first fanfic ever. Don't worry the story will build up right now none of it makes sense but trust me! XD)
Where's the Fire?
Nothing not even a shadow, Hermoine looked around and was left with just an empty spot that is until she turned straight around and was surprised attacked by a stranger who startled Hermione and made her fall straight on her butt. Hermione's eyes couldn't believe it, right in front of her rolling on the ground was Draco Malfoy. And were her ears going insane too because it sounded like a faint giggle escaping his mouth. "You always were ditsy Granger, but this is just perfect, what do you muggles call it…. a Kodak moment." He grinned his breath had reeked of firewhiskey. Hermione managed to return to her feet and pulled down her dress removed all the twigs and leaves from her hair. "Grow up Ferret!" she huffed. And with that Hermione turned around to dismiss herself until she felt a hard tug on her wrist, it was Draco. "Whoa, where's the fire Granger?" he said "I was in thinking of why you of all people should be out here alone tonight, where's Weasel?
"Where Ron's whereabouts is none of your concern Malfoy! And to why I am outside is the fact that I needed to catch some fresh air. She then turned to him "The question that stands in my mind is the fact of why you are out here and are you bloody insane!?"
Draco had looked at her with a confused expression. "I don't hiccup! Catch what you're saying Hermione" he barley slipped the last word out.
"What I am imploring Draco is to the fact of why you are intoxicated." He still didn't understand. "Drunk Malfoy!"
Finally he caught on and with that he had taken Hermione's hand and held it to her face. To many this action would have been creepy and weird, but for some reason Hermione didn't pull away, until he started to talk.
"Little innocent Granger, the reasons to why I had decided to treat myself to a bottle or two of firewhiskey is due to the fact that bimbo Pansy had bonded me to be her date to this stupid dance, so why be miserable. I bet you haven't ever been drunk you prude bitch you." Out of nowhere Malfoy's sweet seductive tone had turned harsh, cold and downright rude. This had take Hermione to surprise, Malfoy's hand was now circling little patterns along her collar bone. Chills of fear and excitement had raced through Hermione's mind. Her mind was screaming STOP HIM, but her body stood there paralyzed by his touch. He had drawn his lips to her ear gentle pulling and teasing. "I bet Weasel hasn't ever made you feel like this the whole time you've been together, I have made more of an impact on you in just five minutes. " He whispered to her. He started to kiss her neck and made her way up to her jaw line leaving a trail of kisses, finally at her mouth. His lips gently caressed hers and then he suddenly said. "I bet he was right and all….. telling everyone that you were the hugest disappointment in the sack, and you made sex un enjoyable for him." By this statement it had utterly woken up Hermione from her spell and she was now filled with rage. Rage toward Ron for telling everyone about their most intament moments and how he was disappointed and towards Malfoy for toying with her torn mind.
"It's okay, my impression hasn't changed about you anyway, it wasn't like I was ever going to shag a dirty, filthy mudblood like yourself. "he spat at her.
Hermione had no words, and did the only thing that appeared in her mind at that moment. She balled her hand into a giant fist and aimed it right toward Malfoy's pretty side.
"Ouch!" she screamed in fury. She had packed so much punch into that throw that she could have broken her hand and did the same damage to Malfoy's face.
By this time Malfoy was clenching the left side of his face, a little bruise nothing bloody. He was furious by now.
"You………You……..BITCH! Why would you hit me!" he shouted
By this time Hermione had nothing to say and with her second instinct along with hitting Malfoy she had ran towards the castle. Malfoy by now wasn't too far behind her. Hermione ran to the doors but they had been locked. "Oh no, the dance must be over!" she thought. "Ginny, Harry, Ron help me she screamed anybody!" With a flash she had saw Malfoy turn the corner and with that she dashed down to the Quidditch storage room. She had hid in between an old Nimbus 2001 and a Firebolt. She held on to the Firebolt for dear life. Hermione had hoped that Draco hadn't seen where she had ran and would have given up by now. But then suddenly she heard the creak of the door opening and saw Malfoy's shadow. She held her breath and felt like her lungs were going to burst. This was it the end for her, Malfoy I mean drunk Malfoy was going to kill her.
"Granger, come out, come out, wherever you are?" he taunted "Granger you get your prude ass out here now!" his voice was at its highest and most stern. Draco was about to give up when he saw the shadow of what looked like bushy hair. "Gotcha!" he targeted the shadow. And without holding back he jumped in front of the shadow, but was suddenly deceived it had been a broom with her cape tied to it. Draco had saw Hermione make a run for it and he chased after her. Hermione gripped the broom tight as she watched Draco approach her and she swung with all her might. Draco had been knocked out and fell to the floor head first.
