Slippery Soap Suds
A/N: So when you guys find out about this, you'd probably say, "Whew! Finally!" Lol So sorry for the delay haha I just can't help the fact that real life's been such a bitch with work and all. :sigh: And all my friendly friends who reviewed, please don't die on me:S Or else I'd have no one who'd r&r mi stories! Lol ;) So ranting over, here's chapter 10 - what happens by the end of the ball?... :)
Disclaimer: Me no own Sweat (UB40), Love Song(311), the whole HP world (J.K. Rowling). So shut it with all the suing crap.
Chapter X: Until Midnight
Draco sighed.
Merlin, what am I doing? I'm supposed to be having fun here. Not sulking with the Mudblood! So much for our so-called truce...aargh!
Hermione sighed. Another song ended... How many songs have passed me by? 3? 4? Ten!? I wanna dance, I wanna dance, I wanna dance!!
"Are you bored yet?" Draco suddenly asked without looking at her.
"I'm not bored," she lied.
"I'm not bored either..." Draco countered. Acting like a toughie, huh? As if I didn't see you tapping your shoes a while ago.
Standing across the room, I saw you smile... Said I wanna talk to you for a little while...
"Granger..." Malfoy started.
Hermione groaned inwardly.
"You wanna dance?" Draco asked a flower arrangement. Shit. Did I just ask the Mudblood to dance with me?
Hermione glanced at him. "You wanna dance?"
Draco rolled his eyes at her. "We don't come to a dance to not dance..."
Looking in your eyes, I'm looking in your big brown eyes...
He stood up and looked at her. "So?"
Girl I want to make you sweat, sweat 'til you can't sweat no more
And if you cry out, I'm gonna push it some more
Girl I want to make you sweat, sweat 'til you can't sweat no more
And if you cry out, I'm gonna push it some more
Hermione blushed. At the lyrics. Not at him, of course. But he didn't know it.
"I can't believe I'm doing this..." Draco muttered, yanking her to the dance floor. I must be so desperate!
Hermione let herself be led by Malfoy; her feet betraying her while the rasta beat pulsed through her body. I can't believe I'm doing this... I must have looked so desperate!
Alalalalalong... Alalalalalong... Alalalalalonglong lilonglonglong!
Draco started rocking his head, and Hermione almost laughed at the insanity of the whole idea of her and Malfoy dancing. Reggae, of all dances! But she froze when he began swaying his body so dangerously close to her.
Malfoy smirked. "Got cold feet?"
At this, she was brought back to her senses. "Draco Malfoy, you really underestimate me, don't you?"
Draco shrugged, continuing his moves.
But before I make my move, my emotions start running wild...
All of a sudden, Hermione put her arms around Draco's neck and started dancing all over him, grinding and moving with the grace of a professional stripper.
And Draco Malfoy was shocked out of his balls.
My tongue gets tied and that's no lie...
At the far end of the hall, Professor Snape was choking on his margarita. "Did I just see what I just saw?" He asked the Headmaster who just chuckled him off.
"You're drinking too much, Severus!"
Okay, this was a bad move... You got yourself into this, Draco. Get yourself out before things get out of control! Wait. It is out of control!
Draco kept up with Hermione to make them look inconspicuous. People were beginning to stare and he was feeling a bit awkward. But then he saw Harry watching them, and the look on his face made Malfoy's mind tick.
Eyes... I'm looking in your big brown eyes...
Then, without asking, without thinking, Draco pulled Hermione into his arms. Tight. He felt the Mudblood stiffen and he laughed. He took a sideways glance at Potter and relished in his low spirits. Must be very hard seeing your little slut bitching around with your archenemy, huh, Potter?
Hermione was still immobile, too shocked to even breathe.
"Granger!" Draco said, shaking the girl. "Move, will you?"
"What...what are you doing, Malfoy?" Finally, she got her tongue back.
Draco looked at her with a weird expression. "Dancing, Mudblood. This is what you call dancing."
Suddenly the lights started to dim and voices were hushed. "And this song goes out to all the lovers out there, young, old, pretty, ugly..." Professor Flitwick was saying over the mic. "Severus, play it please."
The slow dance has begun.
Whenever I'm alone with you, you make me feel like I am young again...
Whenever I'm alone with you, you make me feel like I am whole again...
However far away, I will always love you...
Whatever words I say, I will always love you...
Hermione's breathing stopped when she felt Malfoy's hot breath on her ears. Why it was there, she did not know. Or even care. All she could think of was dancing all night around the heat emanating from his body.
And imagined Harry. Right across the room. Dancing with her.
On the other side, Draco wasn't so sure about his actions, either. Harry was definitely still enjoying the live show. But that didn't seem to be the reason why he's having an unexplainable overdose of some emotion. Then he felt the goosebumps on Hermione's back and realized he didn't want to know.
-.-.-.-.-
"Well, she seems happy!" Lavender said hotly, looking at Draco and Hermione enviously. She still hadn't gotten over the idea that Draco and she hadn't been partners for this night. She had been planning all year and that stupid Snape's plan had ruined everything. Well, she guessed she'd have to make the most of the night...
But it didn't help that her partner had also been staring at the pair like a bleeding Romeo. She looked at Harry, her partner. It was obvious he had something going on with Hermione...and she thought Hermione did too! But now, looking at her and Draco a second away from making out, she couldn't help but think Tattoo Girl was a selfish biatch.
Of course, this isn't over...
-.-.-.-.-
"Well, she seems happy..." Lavender had said.
So she had noticed too. Harry knew it could have been out of jealousy that the girl had said that. But Hermione did seem happy. And it was bitterly painful.
A while ago she was doing this striptease thing to Malfoy and Harry almost choked at the scene. He didn't understand...couldn't understand! Why couldn't he understand Hermione anymore?
If he was in Malfoy's place and Hermione did that to him, he would have died. But that was not the point. The point was Malfoy. Why did she do that with Malfoy? Why MALFOY? Of all the other people, why HIM!?
Malfoy, Malfoy, Malfoy, Malfoy... Harry stopped thinking. His brain was hurting and his heart was bleeding to death.
-.-.-.-.-
Hermione let out a deep breath. Water never failed to calm her. Her mouth had gone so dry; it was scorching! Well, after that moment... She was still trying to forget what happened on the dance floor - to no avail.
The moment she had felt it, Hermione pulled away from Malfoy, cleared her throat and said she wanted a drink. Breathing abnormally, it just dawned on her that she was a girl and Malfoy was a boy. It was perfectly natural for that moment to happen. What, with their bodies glued to each other like that.
It will never happen again. That was not me! That was not even Harry!
Hermione took a glimpse of Draco eating a slice of cake, biting, chewing, licking his lips... Merlin, it would never leave her memory! She will always remember that feeling... that feeling of Draco Malfoy hard.
-.-.-.-.-
"Hell, did you see that?" Draco gasped, tugging Hermione's arm. "Mary Hopkins just ripped her dress! Merlin, it's ORANGE!" He laughed with the others. "Down with the orange undies! Hell, yeah!" He cheered.
He glanced at Hermione. She wasn't laughing.
"Hey," he said, facing her. "Do not NOT laugh with me when I laugh. This is funny!" He pointed to the couple who was drawing too much attention. "You gotta laugh with me!"
"Hahaha," Hermione replied with a fake smile.
Draco sighed, annoyed, grumbling something about fucking Mudbloods.
"I can't help it, Malfoy..." Hermione said, not looking at him. "It annoys me to the bone. It's not right! It annoys me to see you acting as if nothing happened. Doesn't it bother you at all? Cause you know, I'm bothered like hell." She sighed.
It took a while before Draco replied. He thought they'd both agreed to talk this over some other place and time. To be honest, it had also been clawing at him. He had just kept the idea locked in.
"So what do you want me to do? Call my father?"
What the hell could your father do? "Haha. Don't you remember?" Hermione replied. "Dumbledore said our parents will be arriving tomorrow, which means they already know and they must have agreed to the whole thing."
"I don't think my father would agree to such," Draco said. "Our blood is at stake here, Granger. If you remember too, Purebloods don't mix with – "
"I know!" Fuck your blood. Hermione interrupted. "And what about me? I don't know how to face my parents... I don't know anymore. I don't know anything!" She paused. "We're stuck, Malfoy. We're stuck!"
"Oh, brother..." Draco muttered before drinking a glass of punch.
Parvati and her partner passed them by. She threw them a sarcastic look, and stage whispered, "What a coincidence! Tonight, there will be more to add to her hickey collection, don't you think?"
They laughed and ran off before Malfoy could slit their throats.
"Fuck."
"It's okay, Malfoy. No harm done."
No harm done? No harm done?! People think we have a thing, Granger! And not just an ordinary thing. A physical thing. And you say there's no harm done? Fuck. That stupid little Gryffindor slut even dared to talk about me in front of me!
Out of the corner of her eye, Hermione stole a glance at Draco. His face did not register happiness. It wasn't even blank. She gulped, and looked away. Better to warn him now. Before... Merlin, I can't even think the thought!
Hermione looked at him. "Malfoy... I want you to promise..."
Draco's eyebrow shot up. "That?"
"That when we're married..." She stared at him with narrowed eyes. "You should never try to fuck me..."
Draco choked in his drink. What in the blazes was she thinking? "You have guts, woman!" He managed to say after he calmed down. And all the while, he thought Hermione was the conservative type when it came to stuff like this. Conservative girls don't say "fuck" (in that sense) right out in front of a guy! What a secret biatch!
Hermione pointed a finger at him, and added. "Don't even try to get touchy-feely with me or you'll really get it!"
"You make me puke, Granger!" Draco spat.
"I know you, Malfoy..." her voice trailed off.
"Merlin, you don't know me!" Draco defended. "Is this because of the dancing thing? Oh, I get it! You thought I was actually getting it on with you!"
Hermione just stared at him. With eyes filled with so much doubt and suspicion.
"What? I don't feel that way for you, okay?"
"I'm a woman, Malfoy," she answered. "Maybe you forgot. I could have you if I wanted... The problem is, I don't want to."
"You're ridiculous! A while ago we were just talking about our future and all that crap! By the way, I don't want you, either!"
"Do you really think I'm that gullible? That I don't know how boys feel when they're excited, Malfoy? I'm not really that naive, you know. I've had my cake, too... and I licked it clean off my plate."
Draco was reddening to the roots of his blonde hair. Wasn't she feeling the heat? It's nothing personal and all. Just hormones bouncing...no emotions involved. "I – I was looking at a Ravenclaw chick," he stammered.
"Lame!" Hermione continued. "I know it's normal and I do know you didn't mean it, being the horny pig that you are. I also know for a fact that men can't control urges as good as we ladies can. So you better behave, 'cause I'm watching you." Then she smiled at his dumbstruck expression and grabbed his arm. "Okay, I'm feeling much better! Let's dance again..."
-.-.-.-.-
"Hermione…"
Harry.
Hermione turned around and faced the voice who had just called her name. Harry. The one she had daydreamed of being paired with. My best friend…who might not even feel the same way.
"Harry!" She tried to sound normal, but it came out a little too giddy. "Wow…" She said, studying him, seeing how he looked awfully stunning tonight. "You look great!"
"So do you…" Harry replied, eyes cutting to her very core.
And Hermione was falling, deeper and deeper.
"Though I think the tattoo is too much, dear."
Hermione looked at the girl beside Harry. Lavender. She almost forgot her.
"Who asked you? I think you're jealous." Malfoy. She had forgotten him.
"Of course not!" Lavender's face flushed.
"How was your night?" asked Harry.
Hermione nodded. "I can handle it." She knew he wanted to ask: Are you okay with him?
"I still think otherwise…" Draco replied to Lavender. He tugged Hermione's wrist. "C'mon, Granger…"
Hermione stayed put. "I'm still talking to Harry, Malfoy."
Draco glared at her then at Harry. Two against one. Shit.
All of a sudden, the angles were back, swooping down from the ceiling to their assigned students. The scene had abruptly stopped the tension between them, and Draco turned just in time to see Dumbledore finish a spell. He cursed under his breath. The old man saw! And as usual, he was protecting the hero of Hogwarts. How fucking sweet.
"The dance is over," Dumbledore announced. "You may go back to your dormitories and pack for tomorrow. Thank you, good evening, and Merry Christmas!" The angels then removed the handcuffs and kissed the students goodbye.
Harry pulled Hermione away from Draco and asked, "Well, did he do anything to you?" He couldn't help but remember what happened at Hogsmeade.
"No… Let him try and I'm cutting his balls off!"
"Ouch."
"Sorry..." Hermione said, grinning. She looked around. "Where's Ron?"
"He left earlier..."
"He left?"
"With his partner. You know..."
"Oh, I get it." The things men do today. Does Harry do it, too? Fart, what am I thinking?!
Harry held her hand. "Let's go." And leave Malfoy and forget the winter dance.
But before Hermione could reply, Draco had gotten hold of Hermione's arm and said, quietly demanding, "I'll take Granger to your dormitory."
What?
Both Harry and Hermione stared at him, in shock, confusion, annoyance.
"We have things to discuss," Draco explained, then looked at Hermione. "Don't we, Granger?"
Hermione opened her mouth, then closed it when she felt Draco grip her arm tighter. The wedding. They would talk about the wedding. She let go of Harry's hand and said, "You go ahead, Harry..."
"What?!"
"She said..." Draco started.
"I'll be back, Harry," Hermione interrupted before Malfoy could finish. "Just go."
"O...kay." Then, he left, eyes never breaking away from Malfoy's. Harry still didn't understand.
-.-.-.-.-
"Don't forget to wear white."
"That's it?" Hermione said, irritated at this fucked-up blonde who just destroyed every chance she could make out with Harry tonight. "That's all you wanted to tell me?! And you had to fricken' let Harry leave?"
Hermione glared at Draco, wishing that just looking at him would fry him to oblivion. Fuck you! Fuck you, Malfoy! Then, she turned away. Control... control...
Without facing him, Hermione said, "Fine. We're done, aren't we?"
"No," came his reply. "We'll never be done."
He's right, Hermione thought hopelessly. But I won't let you bring me down with you.
"Come on..." Draco said, grabbing her hand in his.
"Where are we going?" Hermione asked, falling in step behind him.
"To your dormitory." Draco started to walk faster.
Hermione stopped. "This is unnecessary, Malfoy. I can take care of myself."
"I always keep my promises, Mudblood. Always..."
Then, Hermione noticed he was still holding her hand. And she blushed. And Draco noticed that, and – fuck – smiled.
Hermione walked faster, hoping she could reach Gryffindor without making any mistakes.
Because Draco didn't let go.
And Hermione, in spite of herself, couldn't shake him off. Her stomach was feeling nothing but a whirl of emotions – something Muggles fondly called "butterflies in the stomach". Her hands felt numb and she knew her palms were sweating in his cool collected ones. But she didn't dare let go, in case he may think he was affecting her. Yet Hermione knew, inside her head, that he really was affecting her. The thought was awfully disturbing and she couldn't wait to reach the common room, which was fortunately one more turn away. The door would be open until midnight. I'm almost there...almost...
"Granger."
"Wha-?" Hermione looked back just in time to catch Malfoy's searing lips pressing down on hers. Her eyes grew wide as she felt him wrap his arms around her lithe body. "Malfmmoy, mngno! N-mmmmm!" She tried to fight back, squirming out of his grasp. But he was too strong for her, and she was as helpless as a fish out of water.
Draco couldn't help himself. Hermione was like ripe fruit waiting to be picked, and he would love to be the first one to taste her ripeness. Shit, how could a Mudblood make him feel this way?! He hated himself, and as punishment, kissed Hermione so hard he could have eaten her mouth off. Wrong strategy though. He only succeeded in making both of them more restless.
Hermione closed her eyes in guilty pleasure. The feel of his body so close to hers was something new to her. It was strangely familiar and unbelievably comforting. And his lips... Merlin, these lips were made for snogging! So soft and terribly delicious...
Blindly, Hermione cupped Draco's face as she surrendered to his whims. His cheeks were soft and warm, contrary to Slytherin hearsay; and when she pinched one softly, Draco moaned in her mouth and fondled the nape of her neck in playful revenge. Which of course, made Hermione want to slide down and melt on the floor.
Draco, on the other side, was enjoying his little dessert. The forbidden fruit was always the most delicious. Kissing the Mudblood was like sneaking a bite of Devil Fruitcake, which 'if you eat too much (oohh), you'll awake with a tummy ache'.
And then, without warning and as sudden as a Jack-in-the-box surprise, Hermione felt Draco's hand creepy-crawling on her breast.
Draco smiled as he succeeded in First Base.
At first touch, Hermione stiffened, unsure of what to do. Her protests were cut short by Malfoy's kisses and; deep inside, there's that nice stirring something that kept telling her to let it go on. Her breaths were quicker, her face got hotter, her chest heaved higher and higher and higher as Malfoy gently kneaded that soft milky lump.
"M – al...foy..." Hermione tried to say. This was getting waaaaaaay out of hand. Fuck, Hermione, what are you thinking!? This is friggin' Draco Malfoy, your supposed enemy! He's violating you, and here you are, loving it!
Draco couldn't hear her, or anything for that matter. All that occupied his head was Hermione's luscious bosom filling his hand and her soft tongue feeling and tasting so much like strawberry jelly. Reminding him of chocolate mousse, parmesan cheese, the Malfoy kitchens, past loves... and without knowing it, he muttered, "Alessandra..."
Alessandra? At the sound of someone else's name, Hermione pulled herself away from him, staring at him with hurt and disbelief. There was something huge stuck in her throat, something that made her want to vomit in his face so badly, made her want to strangle him until he begged for dear old death.
Shit shit shitshitshit! Draco shouted in his head. But all he could do, in real life, was stare back at her with lips dried with embarrassment. "Granger... I – you didn't really - " He said, grinning as an excuse for everything.
Holy mother of Merlin... Hermione closed her eyes. She couldn't help it. Images of her sticking a screwdriver into Malfoy's eyes kept playing in her head. You fucking twat! "Yeah I didn't really...whatever the fuck – " she managed to say, turning her back to him and walking ahead.
"Granger," Malfoy called, following her, only causing her to walk even faster. "Granger!" He called again.
"Good night, Mr. Malfoy!" Stay one more minute, and I'm definitely killing you. Hermione could feel the blood in her ears. What was she thinking, letting him do that to her? And what did she expect anyway? That Draco fucking Malfoy would change overnight? Damn hormones!
"Granger, hold on!" Draco caught up with her, grabbing her arm. "I – " He tried to explain it but the words wouldn't come out. He couldn't even look at her!
"Let go..." Hermione just said, sounding tired. Draco didn't even notice that they finally arrived at the door of the Gryffindor common room, the Fat Lady's brows arching higher than usual at this scene.
Draco released his hold and finally grabbed the courage to face her. She looked back with disappointed, I-can't-believe-you-just-used-me-but-what-the-hell-did-I-expect-from-Malfoy eyes. Don't look at her. He looked away.
"I don't have to tell you what you don't have to forget, right?" She reminded him.
"Yeah."
There was an unreadable expression plastered across Hermione's face before she entered the Gryffindor dormitory. She turned back for one last look – "Merr-" Draco started to say – but the Fat Lady had just closed in on his face. Merry Christmas, Granger.
-.-.-.-.-
Now of all the after parties, the Slytherin after parties were known to be the wildest. Triple the food, triple the booze, triple everything! And guess who's the Prince of this nightlife? No one else but Malfoy.
But that night, Malfoy was out of his mind; his soul left dancing in the Great Hall.
Swallowing vodka like pumpkin juice, he spotted Pansy Parkinson walking towards him. He cringed. He never liked her. She was the weird type but would give herself only to the "higher people". She flirted her ass off as fast as she dyed her hair. Today it was brown. Brown hair…brown wavy hair…brown wavy curls like that of the water goddess tanning herself under the sun. Familiar, dancing wavy hair… Brown…wavy…brown wavy…
In an instant, Draco grabbed her by the wrist and led her to his room. "I think I'll be needing your services…"
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A/N: Hope you enjoyed! Don't forget to review/fave/whatever! (Flame me for all I care.) Anyone wants to beta the following chapters? Just review/msg/whatever. Thank you, Ruby for doing the whole beta thing. :)