Hermione groaned lightly, rolling her eyes as she sprawled across the bed. Staring up at the ceiling she wrinkled her nose in frustration. "No, I think that we ought to go to Ron in order to protect him. Therefore, if we are with him, they will not be able to gather any evidence against him! It only makes sense..." She sat back up; her brown hair loose, and dishevelled in a muddle around her face.
"No. You don't seem to understand that if they have already targeted him, then he will be on their focus at all times. If we go anywhere near him, then we will be recognized, without a doubt." Draco sat in the sofa across the room; glowering up at Hermione; his entire body language slumped and morose. His dark grey eyes seemed to glow as he looked around, trying to keep his focus off of the girl on the bed. On his bed. He shook his head to clear his thoughts from becoming any more inappropriate.
"I don't see how your plan would work any better. Honestly, you must think me mental if you think I'd agree to it." A small frown flickered over her lips, and she pouted at him. "Do you really want me to kill you? Because, if we end up going through with your idea, then there is a lofty likelihood that I will happily murder you."
"You'd kill me out of jealousy. I knew you were jealous before. This all makes sense now." He sat up straighter; a cocky smirk playing over his features as he arrogantly ran a hand through his hair. When Hermione shot him a scornful look, he rolled his eyes, and sighed. "Fine. But I do believe that if we go to Nicole's house then we would have a better chance to figure out what is going on. We could stay updated on information regarding Weasley and also figure out who they are going to frame Weasley in the place of. I think it's a win-win situation."
"First of all, I'm not jealous of your fiancé, at all. Why would I be envious of a girl who you probably screw around on daily?" Her voice drops an octave as cynicism drips in her mocking tone. "And secondly, how would we explain why I'm still with you?" Her posture was tense with anger at his earlier snide comment, and she stood up slowly to stretch.
Draco watched as her jumper pulled up with her arms, revealing a strip of her toned lower stomach. As she stretched further, the sweater moved higher, allowing a part of a marking to show. Does Hermione Granger have a bloody tattoo? How in the hell had he not noticed that in the shower? Slowly he moved closer, trying to get a better look, utterly side-tracked from her question. Cocking her head to the side, Hermione watched him, before pulling her sweater down with a scowl.
"Do you mind? I can see you staring at me." Her eyes narrowed, as she crossed her arms over her chest. "And are you going to answer my question?" Irritation flashed in her hazel eyes, as she let out a soft yawn.
"Uhh..." Draco blinked slowly, wrinkling his nose lightly as he thought back; only remembering
the mysterious tattoo. "What question are you referring to?"
"Do you ever listen to me?" With a huff of frustration, Hermione grabbed the pillow nearest to her, and whipped it at Malfoy as hard as she could.
Malfoy easily used his wand muttering a soft, "Impedimenta." to slow the pillow, so it fell harmlessly to the ground. "For your information, I regularly listen to you, unless there's the usual occurrence of you being utterly annoying... Or by some off chance I see you have a fucking tattoo... What is it?" He stood up walking closer to Hermione, his eyes glinting with mirth.
"It's nothing..." Hermione quickly darted under the covers of the bed, hiding her body as she stared up at the man in utter mortification. "I... I don't have a tattoo. I do not know what you're talking about."
To Hermione's surprise, and slight excitement - though she reprimanded herself fiercely about it- Draco climbed onto the large bed. Moving across it slowly, he finally stopped when he was towering above Hermione. With a grin, he straddled her waist, and Hermione flushed, even though they were still separated with the blankets and their clothes.
"I don't believe you, Granger... Maybe if you just let me have a peek at your side, then I'll know whether or not you're lying." Hermione wriggled violently in an effort to get out from beneath him, her eyes bright with suppressed laughter. "Or, you can let me find out the hard way." He watched her closely as he used one of his hands to hold her wrists above her head.
A small bubble of laughter escaped her as she squirmed lightly. "Draco... This is so inappropriate," A giggle interrupted her as he wiggled his eyebrows at her, "It's really nothing.."
Using his other hand to pull the covers down, he smirked at her with his eyebrows raised. "I highly doubt it, Granger. This seems far too important to just be nothing..." Just as his hand reached the hem of her shirt, she began to squirm more, determined not to let him see it. As he began to pull her shirt up, she did the only thing she knew would distract him. She shifted upwards, and kissed him- hard. His hand stilled immediately, and his entire body tensed before he relaxed into the kiss. He pressed his lips to hers sweetly, still holding her hands above her head. With a silent groan of frustration, Hermione deepened the kiss, trailing her tongue lightly over his bottom lip. She felt his soft growl above her as he leaned against her, parting his lips as she traced her tongue along his; slowly dancing against each others.
Just as he wrapped his one arm around her, his hold on her wrists weakened, and he moved his hand to her hair. With a flash of regret, she pushed him away, and hopped off the bed, backing up towards the door, her eyes wide. "I think we should both go to our respective beds and go to sleep... Long day tomorrow, if we really are going to go to your fiancé's house..." With a quick little smile, she darted out of the room, to her own hotel bedroom.
Draco stared at where she was standing, and let out a frustrated growl. He had almost seen her god damned tattoo, and she practically screwed him over. Not that he had minded... He just wished it would had lasted a bit longer. With a growl, he used his wand to turn off the lights, and he rolled over in the bed; still able to smell her lingering perfume. Quietly, he whispered out loud, "Damn it... That woman is going to be the death of me."
I know- Sorry for how short the chapters are. And just so you know there WILL be future lemons, but I think that they should try to sort out the ridiculous situation they are finding themselves in... Thank you all for reading, I appreciate it immensely! For those of you who have any ideas, thoughts or concerns just message me, and I'll be glad for any feedback. Reviews are always welcome, and a large thank-you to all of those who followed and/or favourited my story so far. I hope to update again soon. XXX -Alannah
