A/N: Sorry sorry sorry sorry! it's taken me forever to get this new chapter up. I've had it done for a few days. It's a little short but I've had 2 tests this week so I've been a little busy. I'll only get busier, unfortunately. I've got a book to read for my anthropology class and I also have a paper I need to write for it. And I've got to find a new job cause I quit my other one. Ugh! l'm just super busy right now. Well here's the chapter. I hope you like it.
It was a green package with silver ribbons, topped with a silver bow. I wonder who it's from? I turned to Draco to see his expression; Blank as always. Figures. He never gave anything away, not even to me.
I picked up the package and shook it to see if I could guess what was inside. Naturally, that never works, so I opened the bottom drawer of my desk to put it away when Draco finally spoke.
"Aren't you going to open it?"
"Are you mad? I don't know who it's from. There could be a swarm of bees in there for all I know! You aren't the only Slytherin I know, and the others aren't so friendly. I think I'll just burn it." That got him going.
He stopped me halfway to the fireplace. I knew it was from him. All he had to do was say so.
"Come on, Mione. Just open it. You'll love it."
I gave him a pondering look. Like the kind your dog gives you when its confused. He looked sincere enough. There was no hint of a smirk on his features at all. Slowly, painstakingly, I unwrapped the package. It wasn't a very large gift, but it difinitely held a lot. I love magic.
The moment I popped the seal on the top of the box a flock of canaries flew out, each carrying a ribbon. They flew around my office creating beautiful patterns and shapes in the air. It was magnificent. Somehow Draco Malfoy had a sweet side, even if it was only for me. I was such a lucky girl to have him. He really was a kind soul. He was just terribly misunderstood. He was always there for me, albeit most of the time he was being a sarcastic prat. But still... That's just how Draco showed his emotions. He wasn't mushy like some men, far from it. It was through his actions more than his words taht he showed me how much he cared. And gestures like this were a huge part of it.
The final part of the canary show was definitely a Draco signature. Be sweet, then right when you get them where you want them, pull a fast one. The last canary flew out of the box with a small vial in it beak. The tag tied around the cork read, 'I love you, Hermione Malfoy. Inside you will find one of my favorite memories of you and I.'
He was lucky I had a Pensieve. As I was reading the little note, he had opened the cabinet it lived in and was waiting for me there. Dumping the contents into the bowl, I pondered what memory it could be. There were a few that came to mind but only a few that Draco might actually call a favorite. I gave him a quick glance before diving in. What I saw was not what I expected. I couldn't stop watching either. Once a memory got started, you had to endure the entire thing.
I felt hot when it was over. He looked so pleased with himself, the bastard. He knew how it would make me feel to relive that again. He was sitting at my desk, feet propped up on a stack of important papers. I didn't even care at the moment. All I wanted to do was tackle him to the ground, and he knew it. His lips curled into that stupid smirk of his. That's when I attacked.
I straddled him in my chair and grabbed a fistful of his silky hair. His hands found their way to my waist. I felt his lips on my own and each kiss was more feverish than the last. He started in on my neck, tongueing a trail down to my collerbone.
I was about to undo the last button on his shirt when dear, sweet Eleanor's voice sounded through the door.
"Hermione?" she asked, her voice quivering. "You have a visitor. It's urgent."
I sighed a heavy sigh. Why couldn't Draco and I get a moment of peace? First at teh cafe and now this. It's like the universe was trying to ruin my day or something.
"If it isn't Shacklebolt then I'm busy," I said turning my attention back to Draco.
"It isn't Shacklebolt, but..." Eleanor began. She was rudely cut off by the most annoying bint on the planet.
"Oh, move over, you stupid girl. I'm coming in whether you like it or not, Granger. We have business to discuss."
A/N: Well there is is! I hope you liked it. What do you think Pansy has to say to Hermione? How will Draco react? What memory do you think it was? Give me some feedback and I might just put some of your ideas into the fic if I like them enough. Stay tuned, loves. I'll see you again shortly.