That's What Guys Do
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It's good to test a guy first before you trust him, but don't let him wait too long.
Three and a Half Years After Graduation
"Granger!" he called after her.
She looked up from reading her data sheet and turned around to face a running Draco.
"Yes, Malfoy?" she asked with a smirk.
"You can't keep a guy hanging like that," he said referring to their incident last night after their first date.
"Like what?" she asked a little too innocently.
"Oh, come on, Hermione." He looked exasperated.
"Alright, Draco," Hermione inched closer to him and tipped her head up to look at him.
Their heads were so close that all Draco had to do was move a centimeter.
And move a centimeter he did.
It was bliss, a heaven unlike anything Draco ever imagine. Her mouth was a furnace, about to scorch off his tongue in the most pleasant manner. He loved the way she rubbed her tongue along the sides of his mouth, almost in a tentative way. They fiercely gave each other all the passion they had bubbled through the past ten years (including Hogwarts). It wasn't until they almost suffocated from lack of oxygen did they separate.
He looked into her caramel brown eyes and gave her a small peck on the lips, "We're not finished yet."
She grinned and walked away from him. He watched her retreating back, and his heart gave a loop.
Merlin, Blaise was right. I'm in too deep.
Little did he know, Hermione couldn't keep a silly smile off of her face the entire day.
If a guy tells you about his problems, he just needs someone to listen to him. You don't need to give advice.
Five and a Half Years After Graduation
He sighed and paced around in front of the fireplace until Hermione roughly pulled him down to sit beside her.
"Enough, Draco, what is it?" she asked without a waver.
"I don't know," he buried his face in his hands.
"Yes you do. Now, spill it, Draco Black Malfoy."
He sighed again. "Where to start?"
"Well, how was you feeling right now?"
"I'm feeling depressed. And not the I-don't-have-enough-money-to-buy-that-new-set-of-dress-robes kind of depressed… Maybe the chronic type of depression."
"Poor baby," she placed his head on her lap and played with his silky hair, "But realize that chronic depression doesn't run in your family."
He scoffed, "Look at Lucius!!"
"He was diagnosed with depression. He was diagnosed with disillusion!"
"Like that's any better…"
She smiled, "I'm sorry, Draco. Tell me what's wrong."
He proceeded to tell her about all the bad things happening with the company and all about how Narcissa wants him to get married. He was afraid that Hermione's parents wouldn't like him, and they would ostracize him because he wasn't a muggle.
"Draco, don't be silly. My parents are very liberal. They aren't racist," she yanked his hair.
"Ow. A little less pulling, a little more sympathizing…"
"Sorry," she quickly muttered, "My parents will love you! Don't you fret about such a minor detail as that. Besides, even if they don't like you, I love you."
He looked up at her smiling eyes and said, "I love you, too, Hermione. I'm sorry I'm acting like such a depressed brat."
"It's ok. Everyone's entitled to their drama every now and then."
"Well then, how about we go upstairs and make a little bit of drama ourselves?" he waggled his eyebrows at her.
She laughed, "Boys, sex will make you feel better no matter what."
He picked her up and carried her to the master bedroom, while placing small kisses on her jawbone, "Mm…you're right about that one."
A usual act that proves that the guy likes you is when he teases you.
Hogwarts – Sixth Year
"What's the matter, Granger? Cat caught your tongue? Why don't you run off to your little boyfriends and leave this conversation to the adults?" he sneered at her.
"For your information, as adult like as you want to seem, you're failing miserably because half this school can see right through your little bad-boy exterior and see the sad, scared little boy you've been trying to hide from the rest of the world." She stalked away.
Damnit. Why do I always do that?
He could've answered that one without the question. He was in love with her. Yet, whenever he got the opportunity to do something remotely nice to her, he ended up failing miserably and with flying colors. He wanted her to see that he was a good person and not some git who hated her because she was Gryffindor and muggleborn. Hell, he didn't even hate her. HE LOVED HER.
But I can't tell her that!
Of course he couldn't. If his father or any of the Slytherins found out he even tolerated a muggleborn, his head would be on the wanted to list within a matter of minutes.
Damn this all to hell.
Live just wasn't always perfect.
Guys love you more than you love them if they are serious in your relationships.
Hogwarts – Graduation Night
He followed her outside. She looked beautiful with the moonlight shining down on her grassy green dress robes. Her face illuminated in the light, and her features gave her a more graceful appearance than usual. This special night, she tied up her hair in a messy bun, while letting tresses fall around her face. There was a particular strand Draco wanted to grab and twirl behind her ear.
"Hello, Mr. Malfoy," she spoke suddenly, startling him.
"How did you know it was me?" he asked as he approached her like a hunter approaching a lioness.
"You were watching me the entire night," she said as a matter-of-factly.
"Really? And you must have been watching me to know I've been watching you," he whispered in her ear.
She laughed, "Malfoy, you really do flatter yourself."
"It's a gift of mine."
She turned to look at him straight in the eye. "I'm not to be toyed with."
"Who said I was playing?"
"Your reputation usually precedes your words."
"My reputation is bollocks."
"So are your words," she almost looked sad, "I won't be with you unless I'm sure you can be trusted."
"Then I will wait for you."
"Draco, do you…" she trailed off. "Do you even remotely like me?"
"Of course I like you. Why would I tolerate you for the whole year?"
She rolled her eyes, "That doesn't say much."
"Hermione, I actually…" he was mesmerized by the light in her eyes but he caught himself as he almost said what he could not admit to anyone, "I actually enjoy with being you."
Hermione, I actually love you.
"Really?" she smiled.
Slowly, she tiptoed to reach his right cheek. He felt soft lips graze his skin. He could turn now and catch her lips with his own. But he used all his restraint to prevent himself from doing the foolish.
"Will you wait for me?" she asked with grace and slight sorrow.
"I will always wait for you."
Guys will brag about anything.
Hogwarts – Seventh Year
"You do not have one that big," she punched his arm lightly.
"I do so. I can prove it!" he exclaimed.
"You're disgusting. I do not want to see what you have to prove. I'll just ask the Slytherin girls; I'm sure they can give me in detail what yours looks like," she scrunched her nose.
He smirked at her, "Been asking around about me, huh, Granger?"
"Yes, I'm the number one in your fan club, and I follow you around just getting an orgasm from your masculine cologne," she said sarcastically.
"I knew you loved me," he winked at her, "but that's beside the point. That's not the only big thing I have…"
"Ego doesn't count, as I'm sure you can match half this school with that head of yours—"
"You bet my head is big," he said suggestively.
She glared at him, "As I was saying, before you so rudely interrupted me, you have nothing to brag about."
"How about my skills in the sack?" he grinned.
She stood up in annoyance, "Honestly, Malfoy, is sex all you think about?"
"No," he said while she looked shocked, "Sex with you is all I think about."
She nearly slapped him. "I'm pretty sure I'm not interested."
"Pretty sure? Well, that still leaves me with at least seventy-fire percent of a chance."
"Hm…" she pretended to think about the subject, "Not really."
"Oh, come on, Granger! I just admitted I was attracted to you."
"Your dick is attracted to me. I need more than a guy's pecker to satisfy me."
"High maintenance, eh?"
"Please, you're just used to girls who fawn themselves over you."
"Too right. That's what I like about you, Granger, you don't fawn over me."
"Yeah, because you're not worth the energy."
"Ouch, that really hurts me right here," he pointed to his heart.
She mocked shock, "You have one?"
He waved away the comment, "Well, if you're ever interested in my services. Feel very free to call upon me."
"That won't be until…until never." She stood up and walked away, muttering, "Boys…"
"Women," he said audibly and left to go to Quidditch practice.
Guys use words like hot or cute to describe girls. They rarely use beautiful. If a guy uses that, he likes you a hell lot.
Hogwarts – Seventh Year
"Damn, that chick has got it going on," Blaise whistled.
"I'll say," Theodore quipped, "Look, over there, that Weaslette's got something to show off, too."
Draco rolled his eyes at them, but Blaise caught him, "Well, Draco, if our choice of ladies aren't to your liking, why don't u run off to Granger?"
Draco laughed at him, "Well, for one thing, Granger's got more than either of you will ever know. And besides, the Weaslette? I'd rather shit my pants in front of the Opening Feast."
"She's got that cute thing going, though," Theodore looked longingly at the redhead.
Blaise leaned over to Draco and stage-whispered, "I think someone's whipped."
"Whip my ass," Theodore punched him on the arm.
"No thank you, I don't do bondage or masochism."
Draco was left to his own thoughts as the other two bickered about the hotness of various women in their school. He loved Granger, he knew that much. Probably it was turning him into a downright sap, but as long as he kept the sappiness to himself, he didn't care. He would never admit it to anyone he was hooked on a muggleborn, but she was special. And not only was she incredibly intelligent, kind and giving, she was also one the most beautiful witches he'd ever laid eyes on.
A/N: And the list goes on and on. Will update soon!! Review please! And thank you all for the lovely feedback. I'm not sure if there will be a "Meet the Parents" scene, but if the list provides an opportunity to include that in, I will.