Over the next month…
Author's note: This chapter is a summary of the next months- just the highlights of Dramione fluffy momentssssss!!! Yay!
Xoxox merry Christmas ev'rybody!
Jazzy
November 27: The first meeting
9:00 AM-
THE DOORBELL? Was Hermione's first cohesive thought on that windy morning in late November. Sure enough, her magically enhanced doorbell was ringing 'I kissed a girl' by Katy Perry- it was charmed to sense visitors intents and ring different rings for different kinds of people- 'I kissed a girl' was for males with romantic intentions. Who could that be? Hermione wondered. I DON'T have a boyfriend, or even any love interests. Never the less, she threw on her dressing gown, and opened the door.
Holy Mary Mother of God! She thought, reverting to Muggle exclamations in her surprise. It was Draco Malfoy. WHY DID THE DOORBELL RING THE ROMANTIC RING FOR HIM??? She pondered. Well, he must be so messed-up it can't tell his intentions…
"I figured we might as well have our first meeting today!" Said Draco, sounding cheerful, "I brought some breakfast for you, since I figured this was kind of early." He bustled into the house. Hermione giggled, at his Molly-Weasley-ish walk.
"What's so funny?" he spun around.
"Ummm… Nothing," she covered quickly, casting around for an excuse. "Just… um… how did you find my address?" He smiled and leaned in close. His proximity, and the piney-fresh smell of his body was intoxicating to Hermione. She felt briefly dizzy. He tapped his head.
"It's all about connections, something you wouldn't know about…" He trailed off and smirked, but somehow there seemed to be less malice in his voice.
December 6th: Shopping for Supplies
10:00 PM-
"Drayyy-Co!" Hermione called as she searched through the magical florists' shop for her partner-in-crime. She finally found him, underneath a display of mistletoe with the shops attractive young proprietor. They were deep in conversation, and for a moment Hermione's heart skipped a beat. She saw him look up at the mistletoe, and down at his companions face. Will he kiss her? She wondered. For some reason she didn't like the idea. It made her stomach feel all achy-queasy. He smiled an easy, half-smirk, half-smile at her, a face that she'd come to recognized her reserved especially for her. Slowly, deliberately, he took a step away form the mistletoe, and beckoned to Hermione.
December 13th: Finalizing the booking of the Facilities
1:00 PM
Draco and Hermione walked side-by-side through the newly-fallen snow that lined the streets of London. When they reached a deserted alleyway, they entered, and with simultaneous pops and spins-on-their heels, they apparated. They materialized in the atrium of the ministry of Magic, Draco stabilizing Hermione as she wobbled a little after landing.
Draco never ceased to marvel at how well they worked together; wordlessly, they advanced towards the lifts, both with the same unspoken plan in mind. By the time they entered the office of Daphne Greengrass, head of the Department of Facility and Function Monitoring, they were in working mode. Hermione waited outside while Draco entered the office.
"Hello, Draco, Darlinggg," Said Ms. Greengrass, elongating her syllables in a typical imation-slytherin-drawl. She reached out and took his hand. "You must be here about booking the facilities, under Amendment 107, was it, of the Warlock Accord of 1706, right?" she giggled flirtatiously. Ug! Thought Draco. Such a Featherbrain. She has the memo and petition I sent her right in front of her- she should be able to get the date right at least!
"Actually, Ammendment 134 of the Warlock Accord of 1204…" Draco corrected her, with polite impassiveness, pointedly ignoring her batting eyelashes.
"Whatever, darling," She said, with a lazing flick of her wrist. "I really wish you'd reconsider. I mean, working with mudblood filth like that for CHARITY, practically? Come on! You know I have no choice but to let you use the hall!" Draco bristled.
"Do NOT use that derogatory term in my prescence, Greengrass," He hissed. "Do the necessary paperwork, ASAP and return it to my inbox, or I'll report your inappropriate behavior." Outside, Hermione heard him. Oh! she thought. He's really changed. He's more considerate, and unbiased…
December 23: The day before the day before the BIG DAY
11:00 PM-
Exhausted, Draco and Hermione collapsed onto the sofa in Hermione's office. Tomorrow was Christmas Eve; they'd spent the whole day working on the final preparations of the festival facilities; notifications of the event had been posted in the prophet; all was ready. Over the month they had worked together they had grown to respect one anther- a strong bond of friendship had developed between them that neither wanted to lose once their work was over. Exhausted, they cuddled up together, her head resting in the crook of his shoulder, and slept.