He kissed my lips,

I taste your mouth.

He pulled me in,

I was disgusted with myself.

'Cause when I'm with him

I'm thinking of you,

Thinking of you.

What you would do if

You were the one who was spending the night.

Oh I wish that I was looking into your eyes.

~Segment of Thinking of You by Katy Perry

Chapter 11: Frailty Thy Name is Woman

When we arrived at Mr. Button's pink mansion, I was in hell. The mansion reminded me of a Barbie dream house I once stared at and than puked because the damn color made me so nauseous. I was trying to keep a straight face as Mickey, Malfoy, Nicki, and I all walked in from the fireplace (you know, because floo powder was involved) and was led to a couch by Mickey, who had his arms around my shoulders, which I could take, because he is my boyfriend and all.

I tried to ignore the evil glances Nicki was giving me and the eye-rolling I could sense Malfoy was making. I think he was talking the break up quite well. It was back to normal for him. He doesn't look at me longingly. No more secret smiles, little comments, night time meeting, and lovely anticipation.

At that though, I felt my stomach drop because even though Malfoy was all over the whole go-against-the-unwritten-rule bit, I still have withdrawals. I've been eating like crazy (a belly hasn't shown…yet), stay up for hours, reading romantic tragedies instead of romantic comedies, and I even made an O- on a quiz! Can you believe that! I am hungry, sleepy, and I want to go home.

I can't though, because this trip is my way of making up to Mickey for all the times I ignored him to run off with his sister's boyfriend. Because of my coldness towards him, the whole school has been talking (one of them being my ex-best friend, Ginny). The least I could do is…make love.

I know your thinking that it makes no sense, because even though I'm very physically attracted to Mickey, I have no deep feelings for him like I did for Malfoy. Well, I may not have feelings for him, but I can't quit this nagging feeling that me playing hard to get is making Mickey love me.

"Mickey, get that mud-slut off the couch!" snapped Nicki. By now the word doesn't shock me, but the whole school seems to be catching on to the new fad.

"Why don't you mind your own business?" said Mickey casually.

"Now children, play nice!" I got up and Malfoy and I both saw a man in an all pink suit, rose tinted glasses, and bleach blonde hair. My God! This is my worst nightmare. So much pink! Why does a man need this much pink!? I understand he is into fashion, but isn't there some rule on too much pink?

Besides the whole one color factor, he was quite handsome. Under his rose-tinted shades were the amazing blue ocean eyes the button twins inherited. His figure was tall and thin, and his hair was bleached and gelled back. He looked a lot like Nicki actually, except a little more masculine of course.

"Nicki," he said long and warningly. "What have I told you about using the 'M' word in this house? This is the twentieth century anymore hun."

"Whatev," Nicki said annoyed. She than hugged Malfoy's arm closer to her, like she was posing for a springtime magazine. "This is the most wonderful man in the world daddy! This is Draco Malfoy. Malfoy, this is my dad, Shine Button."

Shine Button? Oh, this day just keeps getting better and better. I'm going to go on a limb here and say the Mrs. Button chose the twins names here. Malfoy held out his arm and said the usual please to meet you. Shine insisted just calling him by his first name and hugged Malfoy rather than shake his hand. Malfoy looked like he was going sick to his stomach at this point.

"Dad," said Mickey. We both got up, his arm around me still, and me twiddling my fingers. I kept worrying if my clothes were too plain. I had just regular denim jeans with a lavender silk blouse. I tried to recall every celebrity who might've sported something similar. Who hasn't worn jeans, right? "This is Hermione Granger. She's my girlfriend."

Shine gave me a big hug and included a kiss on the cheek. I felt myself blush at this. I could also feel Mickey glowing with pride as Shine said, "So this is the marvelous Hermione Granger! Mickey has been raving about you in his letter. I sure wish Fred could see that, you know, Mickey and Nicki's mother. She's will see you guys tomorrow though. Let me show you two your guest rooms."

My head was spinning so much from all that fast talking. Shine led us upstairs, I noticed as we left the living room, that there was a whole entertainment system, a lot like the muggles, and even some DVDs stacked.

It's true that most part of the world is more connected to the muggle world than others. Where I live, there is the traditional borderline. Here in North America though, the border between muggles and wizards is so thin, it's a miracle that muggles haven't noticed. Most wizards here use electricity and love the luxuries that muggles also love, like movies, especially in California. I'm surprised that Nicki is so damn prejudice, seeing as how she lives in a very open-minded place.

It figures that my room would be closer to Nicki's and Malfoy's would be closer to Mickey's. Fucking terrific. I looked outside the window with pink drapes, looking at the lovely garden with statues and willow trees. I didn't feel at peace looking at it though. I was thinking when I should make my move on Mickey. Tonight, we are going to a out for dinner, and tomorrow Fred (which I'm thinking is short for Fredricka or something) will actually be staying with use for a few days, and I'll be leaving the next morning. I should just do it my last night here.

I heard the door bell ring, and saw Nicki running down the hallway in her high heeled magenta boots. I was in awe, because I never seen her run before. It was as abnormal as…well, I can't really think of anything.

I listened carefully, the front door open, and suddenly a horrible shriek of girls came from down stairs. "Malfoy!" exclaimed Nicki from downstairs. "Time to meet my girlfriends!"

Oh shit. I cannot go through this. It's hard enough to go through one Nicki, now I have to go through 2+?

I quickly locked my door and pulled down the blinds. I felt so scared. This is a freakin' trap, designed specifically for me! I could here Malfoy going downstairs and the girls squealing at him and greeting him. I looked at the sleek platinum screen that was set up on some drawers and turned it on the new. It instantly landed on some romantic-comedy, which I was not in the mood in. I heard a knock at my door and thought about opening it. I must've stood there for a few minutes because a male voice came at the other side.

"Hermione, it's me, Mickey. Can I come in?"

I unlocked the door and saw Mickey's eyes worried. "Are you okay?" he asked. I nodded my head and let him in. I didn't know what I should do with the door. I didn't want Nicki to think that Mickey and I were screwing and than use me for a girl talk gossip night. Not now anyways. I just left it a bit open.

"Nervous?" asked Mickey. "Y'know, about Nicki and her minions."

"Um…no."

"Hermione."

"Okay, maybe a little. Can you blame me, though? Your sister isn't exactly fond of me."

I expected him to shrug his shoulders and tell me to get over it, but he didn't. He hugged me and kissed the top of my head. I was so surprised by this action, that I don't think I was breathing for a while. I never felt his body close to mine and I never took in his scent. I looked up at his eyes and they were so caring.

Next thing I knew my lips met his, and it was the first time they ever really melted together. His hands were on my waist, while my fingers tangled in his hair. It actually felt kind of nice. I was so wound up about Nicki, impressing Mickey's parents, and Malfoy being here, it felt nice to sort of put all these feeling in something else.

Next thing I knew, he was on top of me, and I could definitely feel some serious heat between our bodies. I feel stupid to admit, that even though all that felt good, I wanted Malfoy to be Mickey. I felt a little guilty, but that quickly turned into passion. FRAILTY THY NAME IS HERMIONE!

I heard an evil laugh and immediately pushed Mickey off of me and the bed, only to find Nicki laughing up a storm with three other girls (two blondes, one brunette, and all super skinny) giggling behind her. Oh, did I mention Malfoy was there, looking as pale as a ghost. I, on the other hand, was blushing as red as a beat. I could feel the flush Mickey gave me from our first passionate make-out session, along with the blush of humiliation these squawking clones.

"Well, well, well…" said Nicki, "…looks like the little mud-slut got some action left in her after all."

They floated away in her room, all except Malfoy. Mickey raised his eyebrows his eyebrows still from the floor. I felt my heart beating in my ears and just wished Malfoy would stop looking at me like that.

"I better go," said Mickey. He gave me a kiss on the forehead, like he always did before. His eyes kind, but had an extra spark to them. "I don't want my dad to think we're up to no good. Once those birds start cawing, he normally comes running." As he left, he made sure he closed the door with Malfoy still there, like a tragic statue.

I stared at the door, with the image of Malfoy encrypted in my thoughts. I kept thinking of our good times together when the whole secret thing didn't bother me so much. I'm such a coward. First I want a serious relationship, than I want something romantic and passionate, now I'm considering of being a nun. I wonder what my parents would think of that.

The door opened, and I think I jumped a few inches of my bed, I was so surprised. Malfoy came in and silently closed the door.

"Okay Granger," said Malfoy. " I thought I'd give you your space, so you would come to your senses, but what the fuck was that." He hissed. I guess it would be better safe than sorry. I have a feeling these walls were thick, you know, for girl talk.

"What, I am so big a whore, you won't take me seriously when I say, 'we're through?'"

"Not the whore part."

"Get out!" I snapped. "The last thing I want is a headache."

He walked to the bed and basically pinned me down the mattress. Memories started flying in. The smell, the feel, the sound of his voice. I. Wanted. Him.

"Maybe, I could help you with that," he said. He kissed my neck and I was moaning. All this was really too much. I'm just going post-to-post today, aren't I? I than thought of what I heard and immediately pushed Malfoy, which also resulted to him being on the floor.

"Hermione! What the bloody hell!?"

"I can't, okay. I like you a lot Malfoy, but I think I am also growing feelings for Mickey." The words just came out. I didn't even have any real say in the matter. I was shocked, and Malfoy was shocked. Could it be true that I might have a thing for Mickey? I knew there was some instant attraction between use the minute we met, but I didn't know I would be in a situation like this.

I didn't know what I was feeling at this point. Malfoy looked hurt and didn't even look back. When he left, I felt horrible. I felt like, God words couldn't even describe. I didn't feel like going to this stupid dinner if it means that I have to go all dreamy-eyes for both Mickey and Malfoy. I should have a fricken scarlet letter. A for adultery.

A.N.: I know I have been lacking in the romantic scenes between Malfoy and Hermione, but I promise next chapter would be better. Thank you and please review.