A/N: It's been a month or so since I last updated, sorry. But school is back up again and my psychology, biology, and geography of terrorism classes especially require lots of hard work. This is a short chapter, sorry, but its better than nothing. It might be awhile again before I update next! Please, faithful readers, I hope you all understand!

ON WITH THE STORY!

Undesirable Feelings

Chapter 12

'I don't understand what you want me to do that for.' Draco snapped at Hermione.

'Malfoy, I already told you, you have to take the guts and seeds out of the pumpkin before we can carve it!'

'But why?' He asked, 'Why can we just carve it out anyway?'

'Then we can't light it up!'

'I can just put a charm on it.'

'No!' Hermione whined, 'Let's do this the REAL way!'

'Well, I'm going to scourgify the inside of the pumpkin then.' Draco replied.

'Fine, as long as it gets cleaned out… big baby.'

'Granger, look at these hands,' Draco then held both arms out to her, his palms facing up. 'They don't look this nice because I use concealment spells, they look this nice because I avoid unnecessary work, like cleaning out this damn white pumpkin.'

'They look like that because you haven't done an ounce of physical labor your entire life.'

'I just said that. Recall me saying "I avoid unnecessary work"?'

'Labor is necessary for most people… just not the Malfoys.' Hermione retorted. 'But, contrary to what you tell yourself, your hands aren't perfect.'

'Excuse me?'

'You may not be able to see them, but I felt calluses on them as we walked to the pumpkin patch.'

'Hush your mouth! There are no such blemishes on my skin!'

'Malfoy, it is perfectly normal because you play Quidditch,' she explained, 'it would be weird if you didn't have any.'

'I think you are feeling what you want to feel, Granger, you're imagining things.'

Hermione was about to reply but Draco did not let her.

'Are we going to carve this pumpkin of yours or not?' He asked. 'Scourgify.'

The insides of the pumpkin disappeared, and it was ready to be carved.

Draco picked up a sharp knife and pressed it to the pumpkin.

'NO!' Hermione cried.

Draco jumped and dropped the knife. It landed butt-up on the floor, the spear stuck into the hardwood.

'What the bloody hell! You can't shriek like that when I have a knife in my hands! Jesus Christmas! What were you thinking?'

'I'm sorry,' Hermione said, stifling giggles.

'Are you laughing? I could have killed myself! I could have amputated my toe!'

'I'm sorry, I said! I didn't mean to scream that loud.'

'Well, what's wrong? Are you dying? You better be because that's the only excuse I'll accept for you screeching like that!'

'No, I was going to say… that… we have to outline our design first… you can just start carving.'

Draco stared at her in shock.

'That is why you screamed?'

'Well, you were about to cut into the pumpkin!'

'You could have just said, "Hold on," or grabbed my hand!'

'It doesn't matter now, Malfoy, just forget it and let's think of our design.'

'You're a bloody menace, you know that, Granger?'

'Pish posh, now I think the ghost pumpkin's mouth should be making an "Ooooooooo!" shape.'

'Ooo? No, no, it's going to have fangs and blood.'

'It's a ghost, not a werewolf.'

'Good ghosts have fangs and blood. It's Halloween, Granger, it's got to be scary.'

'Ooooooooo is scary! That is what ghosts do.'

'I think I'm going to go downstairs… throw back a few shots of firewhiskey and then come back up here and hit you in the head.'

'Hey! That's not even nice to say!'

'I never said I was a nice person.'

'Isn't that the truth…' she muttered.

'Just fucking mark the pumpkin how you want it and I'll come up later to carve the damn thing.'

'I can carve it myself!' Hermione yelled.

'Fine!' He yelled back, proceeding to leave the room, 'I hope you cut off a finger while you're at it.'

He then slammed the door and stomped away.

Hermione growled angrily and picked up the knife from the wooden floor… it took awhile to pry from the wood, but she got it eventually.

'Stupid Malfoy… don't even know why I bother…'

Hermione accio'ed a marker and began to outline her ghost face on the pumpkin.

She muttered angrily about Draco then entire time. After ten minutes of marking and mumbling. She took a step back to look at her ghost.

It had angry, narrowed eyes and an "oooo" shaped mouth… with fangs.

'Ugh!' She cried and threw the marker onto the table.

She didn't even realize she drew fangs until she looked it over.

'Malfoy frustrated me so much I took it out on the poor ghost pumpkin.' She said sadly.

She shrugged and picked up the large cutting knife. She jammed it into the pumpkin and tried to cut out the marked eye. The knife barely moved.

She then tried to use two hands, but she wasn't able to make a round cut, the knife kept wanting to move in a straight line.

'This is impossible!' She cried, 'How did dad do it all those years?'

She yanked the knife out and threw it onto the table. She then put on her shoes and left the room angrily in search of Malfoy.

She stomped down the stairs of the inn and ran into the bar noisily. There were about ten men in it drinking. She saw Draco at the bar, doing what he promised, throwing back shots. He turned to look at her, as did the rest of the customers.

'You're being a baby!' Hermione cried, 'Just come back upstairs and finish what you started!'

The entire place was silent for a second, then all the men started to snicker and yell out comments.

'Yeah, boy, can't you finish out?'

'She wants you to finish her!'

'What you waiting for?'

'How about I finish what he started, baby!'

Draco turned angrily at the drunk men.

'You shut up about her! If anyone is going to do anything to her, it's me. And besides, that's NOT even what the little bint is talking about!' Draco yelled.

Draco threw back the fourth shot and jumped off the barstool.

He strut up to her, she backed up a little, realizing she should have chosen her words more carefully.

'So you went to the bar and drank… you going to hit me in the head now?' She asked challengingly, even though she was a bit scared.

'If you want me to,' he said, 'but I actually had something else in mind.'

She opened her mouth to reply, but he quickly grabbed her waist, pulled her against him, and kissed her passionately.

The drunk guys in the bar began to hoot and holler. Draco pulled away from Hermione and looked down at her. She looked a bit hazy and it took her a moment for her eyes to focus on his.

'There you are,' he said softly, 'let's go back upstairs.'

She smiled and nodded. He took her hand and they went up the stairs together.

A few moments later Draco was examining the pumpkin.

'Nice fangs.'

'I didn't even realize I drew those until afterwards… those fangs were aimed at you. I was angry that you left.'

He left the pumpkin and walked over to Hermione.

'Well, how can I get back in your good graces?' He asked huskily.

He ran his hands down her sides and let them rest on her lower back.

'I'm sure you can think of something.'

She leaned up and he met her lips with his.

Draco's fingers moved to Hermione's pants and began to unzip them. He continued to kiss her as he moved them down below her hips.

The couple parted for a moment as Hermione stepped out of the jeans and kicked them to the side. Her hands then went to his pants and she was about to push them down when he grabbed her hand.

'Wait, let's go into the bedroom.'

She nodded and walked into the room as Draco followed, removing his pants.

Hermione went to the bed and laid back on it. Draco moved over to her and got on his hands and knees on the bed, stalking his prey. He crawled over her body and leaned down and kissed her.

She reached down at his waist and began to pull his shirt off of him. Once his chest was revealed, she leaned up and kissed it.

'It's been so long, Granger…'

'Since what?' She breathed.

'Since I've had the pleasure of being inside of you.' He told her.

He then leaned down and kissed her, almost lovingly, needingly.

Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed back.

Draco arched and rubbed his erection against her already wet mound, which, to Draco's chagrin, was still covered, as was he.

Hermione still moaned of course, though. She moved her hands to his boxers and pushed them down, then took them off by pushing them down his legs with her feet.

'Now, Malfoy…' She sighed.

Draco kissed her and moved one hand down her body, to her underwear. He simply moved them to the side and prepared her for him.

'It's been awhile, hasn't it?'

'Too long,' she whispered.

'I'm glad you agree.'

He removed his fingers from her and slid his hardened member in roughly, causing Hermione to arch and moan loudly.

Draco moved his face to her neck and bit her softly as he began to thrust into her.

Hermione lifted her legs up around his waist and rode rhythmically against him.

He brought her to her orgasm soon afterwards, then rode his out as she caressed him lovingly.

'You're amazing, Hermione,' he said as he released into her, then pulled out and laid next to her.

'Draco…' she whispered.

'Yes?'

She shook her head, 'Nothing… I just wanted to say your name.'

He smiled and kissed her forehead.

'You can say my name whenever you'd like.'