Chapter Four: Halloween Ball

OOC(All Characters) Ron Bashing, I apologize.

I don't own Harry Potter, Yes, I'm sure your all sobbing in the revelation. It's a tragedy.


He pulled her head to his, and kissed her softly on the lips. Then he pulled her into his lap, causing her to straddle him. He sucked and nibbled gently on her lower lip, and when she moaned, he took the chance to slip his tongue into her mouth. And then-

She was trailing wet, warm kisses along his stomach, nearing closer to his manhood. He was moaning now, slightly pushing her head down, and trying to guide her. She slowly shook her head, making her wavy hair tickle his stomach. She looked up at him for a moment, smirking.

"BRRINGG, BRRINGG, BRRRINGG." Malfoy slammed his hand down on the damned clock; he didn't know if it was a savior or a mere annoyance. It was annoying because he really wished that he could have seen more of that dream. Oh that dream. But maybe it saved him. Because, it was, after all, a MUDBLOOD he was dreaming about, no matter how luscious her body was. He didn't have any more time to ponder this theory, however, he was late, and he had some business to take care of, as he stood up, he felt the strain on his boxers. Sadly, this was nothing new, it been happening for the past two weeks, and it only got worse as the days past, especially when he saw her in class. And he groaned in memory of it when she would flip her hair over her shoulder, the scent of vanilla and cinnamon shampoo would reach his nostrils.

And the worst part of the whole situation was that they bickered constantly, so there was no way that in the future he would ever get some release from her. He growled at the revelation, even though it was pretty obvious from the beginning. He stripped, if he hurried he would have time for his 'usual'. Oh, Granger, what in the world were you doing to him?


"Hey." Ron said as Hermione sat down for breakfast.

"Where's Ron and Ginny?" Hermione asked.

"No Hello? And Ginny was sick, and since all they do is snog, of course Harry got sick too." Ron replied, stuffing a piece of toast in his mouth.

"Oh." She gave him a small smile and turned to her plate.

"Yeah. Well, it's okay because I wanted to ask you a question." He looked uncomfortable now.

"Okay. What is it?" Hermione asked, spreading Raspberry jam over her wheat toast.

Ron took a deep breath, blushing furiously. "Erm. Well. Hermione, I really had fun with you in Hogsmeade. Actually I have fun with you no matter what." He paused. "I was wondering… if you'd be my…." He mumbled something incoherent.

"Excuse me?" Hermione asked, taking a bite of her toast.

"Girlfriend." He said, louder this time, blushing a shade of red Hermione had thought impossible.

"Uh." Was her only response.

What the hell? "I have to go Ron. Sorry. I just realized I left… Uh. My charms book. Yeah. That's it! My charms book in the dorm." She got up and ran away, knowing damn well she had two free periods next.

"Okay." Ron called from behind her. "Talk to you later?" He called behind her hopefully, his face falling.

Hermione didn't hear that as she ran to the dorms. Stopping only when she was in front of the portrait leading to the Head dorms, she muttered the password, walked in, and collapsed on the couch. Throughout all this, she didn't notice the blond Adonis sitting on the green armchair across from her.

"Granger." He drawled.

She looked up, mortified. She had been breathing quite heavily. "Yes Malfoy?"

"Could you please stop breathing so heavily?"

"Oh. Sorry." She shut her mouth, and took a deep breath, breathing though her nose now. She turned to face him again. "Hey, do you have a class next, or a free period?"

He looked at her momentarily, studying her facial expression. "No." He said, confused. "Why?"

"Well, then, lets work on plans for the Christmas carnival." She sighed.

He put his book he'd been reading down, and pulled a piece of parchment from his bag, along with ink and a quill.

Hermione stared. He was agreeing with her, and being civil. No sneers, no complaints, no rude remarks. Odd.

She cleared her throat and gave him a small smile. "Okay. So far, we've got everything up to refreshments. The only thing we have left is to actually decide what games we want, then we have to set that up. After that's done, we'll have to order decorations from that party shop in Hogsmeade. Dumbledore said that we have the house elves make any food that we want, and drinks will also be supplied. So… okay, all we have to do is plan the menu, plan the games, and buy party decorations. Simple."

Draco scowled. "That's all we have to do? What do you mean by that Granger? That's a LOT of work." He grimaced and faced her again.

"Oh, shut up Malfoy." She groaned. "Anyways." She started before he could retort, "We should have like, Magic Carpet rides, as I said before. I could bewitch two or three."

Draco nodded in approval. "Yeah. I guess that'd be fun. Almost like riding on a broom, but just not as uncomfortable."

Hermione snickered. "Okay… well… hmm. Let's do a kissing booth!" She grinned.

"Nah. I've already kissed every 6 and 7th year girl this year." He put an emphasis on every.

She rolled her eyes. "Not you, you idiot! Me!"

"Who'd want to kiss you?" He spit out before he could stop himself.

"Uh… you did." She said, her eyes narrowing.

Draco's eyes widened in shock. That was the first mention either or them had made about the kiss. He bent his head down. "Okay a kissing booth." He suddenly pictured Hermione sitting there, kissing people, and felt a tsunami of jealousy wash over him. He cleared his throat, unsure of his feelings, and fiddled with his watch, tightening it until his circulation felt cut off. Then Hermione tapped him, and showed him the parchment.

"Well I finished planning the activities. Let's go to Hogsmeade and get decorations." She gave him a small, tentative smile, and he got up and followed her.

They walked side by side, well, Malfoy was a bit ahead of her, but it was closer than he'd ever allowed before. Stepping out onto the grounds, Hermione finally fell into step beside him and smiled.

He tried to smile back, but something between a smirk and a sneer came out. But she could see the warmth in his icy eyes, and accepted it.

"So, Granger, how'd you get so pretty?" Draco asked, surprising Hermione.

"Excuse me?" She asked, flustered, but smiling.

"I'm sure I didn't stutter." He replied, smirking.

Hermione stared, her mouth agape, when suddenly she spotted Ron and Harry from over Draco's shoulder. Hoping they didn't see Draco and her walking together, she pulled Draco behind a rather large tree.

Only when her breathing slowed did she realize what position they were in. Draco had her pinned to the tree. Their faces were only a breath away, and if Hermione had blinked, she would have brushed Malfoy's cheek with her eyelashes.

Draco was sure he was dreaming. Didn't he dream things like this. He pinched his left arm, and sure enough he felt nothing. Sure that he was dreaming, since he couldn't feel the pinch, he realized he might as well take advantage of the situation. Closing the space between them, his lips brushed softly, tentatively against hers, and she moaned slightly into his mouth. Encouraged, and still thinking he was dreaming, he placed his right hand on the back of her neck for support and crashed his lips down to hers. He flicked his tongue over her lips, easily gaining entrance.

"Hermione.." Two voices called behind them. "What the??..." Was all Draco heard before he was yanked off of Hermione.