Fly With Me
Disclaimer: No I don't own Harry Potter, but I do own a Slytherin tie that Malfoy wears in the movies. Actually it wasn't his, but I would like to pretend that he gave it to me.
Ch. 10: The way you are
"Oh God! Malfoy, I.......um.......That.......ok......You see.......yep......I ah........hehe..........Sorry?" Hermione tried her best to explain how she could ever lose complete control over her emotions to do anything so vile as to kill another person in the manner that she did.
Draco was amused to hear that Hermione Granger was fumbling over her words as she pressed her head deeper into his shoulder. The Slytherin side of him was aching to use her guilt to his advantage, while his heart was yearning to protect the sad girl in his possession from any more harm. Of his choices, he somehow decided to scoop her up and carry her up the stairs towards their shared bathroom. She looked around the room in a confused daze as he set her on the sinks counter. Draco quickly grabbed a washcloth and wet it with warm water. He began to wipe her tears away with the soft cloth.
"How about we get you cleaned up, then we can go get some breakfast." She just nodded and he headed to his room to get dressed. He reemerged from his room fifteen minutes later in a blue wife beater and a pair of baggy jeans. He looked in his mirror, deciding to spike his short blonde hair. After his hair was perfect, he went to the Common Room to retrieve his favorite hoodie from the night before.
Another ten minutes later, Hermione came out of her room. On her way down the stairs, Draco kept an intense gaze on her that she tripped on the last step. As her body fell to the ground, a hand wiped out and grabbed the back of her jacket, catching her before she crashed into the floor. Hermione looked up with a embarrassed blush covering her face. Draco couldn't help but chuckle at her.
"You know, maybe if you didn't wear guy's clothes that are way too big for you or bulky for that matter, you wouldn't fall. You might even be able to walk correctly, too."
Hermione looked down at her clothes. "What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" she asked, gesturing to Harry's black hoodie that was two sizes too big and a pair of jeans that could be easily slipped off with the right amount of force.
"Mind if I try?" Draco asked, looking at her bedroom door.
For reasons unknown to her, she permitted Draco into her room. His mouth dropped when he entered her closet, over half her clothes still had tags on them! Something caught his eye and he immediately went to work on choosing Hermione something that proved his was a girl, other than her school uniforms. He argued with Hermione about how much skin she would show, finally he came up with a simple yet hot outfit for her. He choice a short skirt, with a loose t-shirt that showed alittle bit of the curve of her breasts, and a pair of skate shoes, something that would please them both. He could stare at her legs and she would still feel like she was covering everything that needed to be covered. He waited at the bottom of the stairs after he had sleeked her hair and put it into a ponytail for her. When Hermione's door opened, Draco immediately looked up to where Hermione was standing in her new outfit, and let out a low whistle. Okay, resident genius isn't sexy, but damn if she doesn't have potential!
When she stood at his side, he casually draped an arm around her shoulders. This action rewarded him with a raised eyebrow. He cleared his throat, "For emotional support." he supplied. "You might freak out by all the attention you get, so I'm here to help. Here, I'll be the first to check you out." He leaned forward and looked her up and down, exclaiming "Yep! Lots of attention."
She just shrugged and let Draco lead her to the Great Hall with his arm still around her. Blaise Zambini had passed them, but did a double take to make sure that Draco Malfoy was walking the flower of Gryffindor to breakfast like she was his girlfriend. Draco gave his friend a sly wink, causing Blaise's blood to boil. The short skirt that Draco had picked for her was short enough for Hermione to think that Blaise was standing behind them, checking her out as she went downstairs. As discreetly as she could, Hermione glanced over her shoulder to confirm that Blaise, wasindeed, staring at them walk away.
When Draco and Hermione came into the entrance of the Great Hall, Draco squeezed Hermione's shoulder to keep her next to him for a few extra seconds so that he could get a good view of how everyone's faces looked at the sight of him and Hermione walking in like a couple. Hermione's eyes went straight to her House table, where they connected with Harry's emerald eyes. His face was a deep shade of red and it looked as if steam was about to burst from his ears. Without taking his eyes away from Hermione's, he slapped Ron's arm across the table to get his attention on Hermione as well. Hermione slowly walked towards them, ready to run at any given second.
At the staff table, three sets of eyes were on the two teenagers that had just entered. Dumbledore looked over to Minerva, who was bubbling with excitement. Then he turned to Severus, who was on the verge of turning blue. Dumbledore whispered to the younger professor, "Breathe, dear boy. She will need you to be there for support some day, but if you don't breathe, you won't have the chance to be there. Besides, dead men tell no secrets. She will never know."
Unfortunately, Minerva had overheard Albus speaking to Snape. "Who will never know what?" she inquired. "Are you two keeping secrets?" she asked in an accusing tone.
"Not at all, Minerva." Snape said, his eyes on the Gryffindor table.
Hermione was having trouble with Ron, but Harry seemed to ignore their argument. He was too busy giving his arch rival the deadliest look he could manage. A list was forming in his mind of the curses that he could use of Malfoy without having himself thrown into Azkaban. His heart was aching that the girl he desired was just escorted to breakfast by Malfoy like she was a trophy. He had noticed that she was dressed very unusual for being the tomboy that she was, which had given him the idea that she had let the ferret into her room. Even though he was impressed with her new look, a look much to his discomfort was caused by the one he hated most, he liked the old Hermione look much more. He liked it when Hermione would borrow his clothes, it made him feel like they were much more than friends. She's gonna lose sight of who she is if she lets him change much more of her. Next she'll be flying a broom! It was one thing for she to ask me, then chicken out, but he'll get her in the air and fly her heart far away from me!
"Harry! Are you gonna help me out here? I can't keep yelling at her without entering a battle of wits with her. That takes both of us to compete with Hermione!" Ron whined, drawing Harry out of his thoughts.
Harry looked at Hermione; taking in her short skirt, his shirt that she had spent most of the summer in, and her sleek ponytail. Disappointment and rage were present in his emerald eyes. "Harry?" Hermione asked quietly, her eyes searching him for some shred of support.
"Sorry, Hermione. But I'm with Ron on this one."
"Fine!" her voice defeated. "I'll go change, then maybe you two will just grow up. I may have put on something strange to you, but I'm still the same person. But you two, no matter what happens, will always be the same close-minded jerks I've always known!" Hermione got up and headed for the exit.
Ron looked at Harry, knowing that Hermione probably wouldn''t speak to them for the next few days. Past Ron's head, Harry saw Malfoy get up and follow Hermione with Blaise following close behind. Harry decided that this was a fight that needed to be finished without Ron's involvement. "Don't worry, Ron. I'll go talk to her. Everything will be okay." With that he dashed out of the Hall after Malfoy and Zambini.
Just as he rounded the first corner, he saw Blaise Zambini shove Malfoy up against the wall. "I agreed with you, Dragon! But now I want more." Blaise caught sight of Harry coming down the hall out of the corner of his eye. "Ah, Potter! Good of you to join us. Say, you haven't laid down your terms for this little bet of yours yet, have you?"
"No. The ferret has nothing I want. There is nothing more important to me than Hermione."
"Excellent!" Both boys looked at Blaise with curious looks. "Why don't I set you terms then? If Dragon loses, he has to ask out your friend Weasley? If he refuses to do that, the terms only get worse. Oh will they be worse!" he said mostly to himself.
"Which one? Ginny or Ron?" Harry asked. Blaise had caught his attention by suggesting that Malfoy hand over his dignity. When Blaise smirked and said, "Ron." Draco sputtered in disbelief. "You've got a deal, Zambini. And you've got your terms now, Malfoy."
"Don't worry, Scarhead. This is one bet I don't intend to lose. I'm gonna steal your hearts most wanted treasure. Maybe if I feel generous, I'll hand her back over after I've ruined her for any other man." he sneered, before stalking off towards his Common Room. The pixies in the portrait giggled and waved at him as he passed through the entranceway. Much to his distaste, he found Hermione sitting on the floor back in her boys clothes. She looked at him, giving him a pitiful smile. It was the same pitiful smile that he had noticed last year, the one that his heart loved most about her. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah, it's just that......those two will never be open minded when it comes to me. They lost it over a stupid skirt, Merlin, how do you think they'll respond when I have a boyfriend?"
Draco sat against the couch and pulled her to his chest. "It's none of their business if you want to dress differently or if you want to date someone that is not up to their standards. It's your life and you choice. They have no say so in your life."
They sat on the floor for a long time, neither breaking the welcomed silence that had filled the room. Hermione kept her head resting against Draco's chest, letting him run his fingers up and down her spine. Hermione stole a glance up at Draco, to find him looking down at her. An intensity built between the two as they continued to stare at each other, Draco eyes occasionally moving to her lips then back up to her eyes. His silver orbs were begging her gold ones for her to stay with him. He opened his mouth to say something, something that never came out, as Hermione brought her lips to his. An innocent kiss full of uncertainty became more confident as Hermione's hand reached for Draco's neck to pull him closer to her. Their lips parted, allowing their tongues to barely graze each other. The kiss grew more needful as Hermione climbed into Draco's lap, while he guided her by the hips onto him without breaking the kiss.
They let their hands explore each other almost shyly. Draco made the first skin to skin contact as his hands slipped under her shirt, his fingertips raking her back and sides. Quicker than the kiss had started, it was broken off by a sharp knock at the portrait. Hermione sprang off Draco's lap and ran full speed towards her room. Draco watched as she took off, her face red with embarrassment and confusion. He lazily pushed himself off the floor and went over to the portrait. When the portrait opened, it revealed a very angry looking Snape.
A/N: Hit the little blue button at the bottom and review. I promise that it won't hurt you. I had to reupload this chapter, since it didn't save any of my errors of italics. Hope that this is better. I didn't want any flames so I hurried to fix any problems.
Immaculate;Inanimate: That's pretty much how I came up with those chapters. I would hear a song that would relate to something I would want in the next chapter, and I'd play the song the entire time I'm writing just to keep me on track. It's a wonderful muse! Next to peanut butter and chocolate, hehehehe. To give you a good idea of the mood I was in to write these chapters; for the scenes with Harry was Def Leppard's Have You Ever Needed Someone; for the Draco scenes was Papa Roaches Scar's; and the Snape scenes were So Cold by Crossfade. So I take it that this is going well, then?
HalfBloodPrince15: Yes, our innocent, pure (cough), baby girl is a full blown, insanely crazed murderer! I thought that it was in the first chapter? I know that I wanted that established before I wrote any of the battle scenes. If there was ever a battle, wouldn't Hermione be in more danger than Ron, since she's a muggleborn and has been the brains of most of the plans to kill all the attempts for Voldie to rise in power? But he betraying the Dark because of his feeling for Hermione, so he tried to warn Ron and Hermione that she needed to leave the battle before she was caught, without him being caught giving a warning to his 'supposed' enemies. The song was his feeling for Hermione, even though he hasn't admitted it to her yet. So glad that you're still with me?
Stella Blu: LOONI.......WHERE ARE YOU?
Hugs from a fruit,
Cherry
