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I have been working on this for so fucking long, it's seriously been taking the piss xD.
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"I can't believe we're doing this Gin."
"Shut the fuck up 'Mione, and hand me the newts."
"I don't want to."
"Hermione, don't make me hurt you. Not right now."
"But look at them! With their little faces. I can't put them in there, it's horrible."
"They're not going to get hurt."
"It's fucking Potter and Weasel, of course they're going to get hurt."
"Will you two be quiet, please. Merlins beard, you're annoying when you're stoned."
"But Neville, look at their little faces."
Hermiones wide eyes were mirrored by the two small, green newts she held up to Nevilles wand light. She much preferred putting stink bombs in their beds, not live animals.
"Yes, yes, simply adorable," Ginny rolled her eyes at her inebriated friend, "Now can we just get on with it?"
"No! I won't let you hurt them!" Hermione stood, newts in tow and sprinted, rather lop sided back down the boys dorm room stairs and into the common room. Of course once she got there, she wasn't exactly sure what to do with the little creatures.
"Shit, fuckity-fuck!" She rambled on and on, spinning in tiny circles, getting a little distracted by the way her purple skirt twirled around her, before returning to the issue at hand.
Hermione had a moment of clarity as she ran for the portrait hole, tiny newts in hand, to wonder just how wrecked she was. The earlier part of the night, before they'd decided what a good idea it would be to steal newts from Hagrid, the groundskeeper, was all a blur. She just about had a recollection of walking back from detention with Draco and the confrontation with Lavender, before the night went to shit.
God, she shouldn't drink and smoke weed at the same time anymore, it only led to fucked up shit!
"Hermione!" Feet stomped behind her, the tell tale clomp of Ginnys dragon skinned boots, "You get your arse back here!"
"Never!"
"Fucking Hell 'Mione!" Apparently Neville had joined in the chase. Hermione wondered where the rest were, as she was sure everyone had been in the room of requirement before they'd embarked on their strange mission, but right then she had no idea where anyone else was.
"We're gunna be in such a massive pile of shit for this!"
Hermione just laughed. God she felt so fucking good. She wasn't sure she'd ever had this much fun in her whole life, but she knew she never wanted it to end. She wished life could always be like this.
Her laughter was making it difficult to run as her breath gasped out, she had a massive stitch in her side and she was so scared of dropping her little newts. She wasn't sure what she was going to do with them, all she knew was she couldn't let Potter and Weasley hurt them.
Quickly she ran behind a large floor to ceiling tapestry, concealing a hidden corridor that linked the corridors leading to the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw towers. Once out of the darkness she turned right and continued running. She didn't even know where she was going, at first she'd hoped to loop back to the room of requirement but she was much too far away now for that to be feasible. So instead she kept running, hoping that eventually Ginny would simply get tired and leave her alone.
"Fuck!" She screamed, as suddenly two large hands reached out and grabbed her around her waist, pulling her into the cupboard from whence they came. She struggled frantically, having no clue who was clinging to her, but worried for her little newts.
"Lumos," the voice murmured. A voice she knew very well.
"Draco?"
"No, it's fucking Hagrid. Jesus 'Mione, for the brightest witch in our class you aren't half thick sometimes."
Hermione rolled her eyes, staring into his silvery eyes. Merlin, they were distracting. He looked so fucking hot in the dim light from his wand. His hair was dishevelled and his shirt rumpled. He looked thoroughly shagged, save for the tense look to his face. Hermione knew something that would relax him.
The little newts were moving relentlessly in her hands, bringing her sharply from her Draco induced daze. The smirk fell from her face and she looked worriedly down at the two little creatures, opening her palms and watching as they swung about before facing her. Their little eyes were wide, and she fell in love all over again. How could Ginny ever think of hurting the poor little things?
"What're those, newts?" Draco asked, frowning at Hermione mooning over the little creatures.
"This is Bill," she answered, holding up the newt in her right hand, "and this is Ben." This time the left hand.
Draco frowned, wondering if she'd finally just lost it. He knew all that weed she smoked would eventually catch up to her, but this was just odd. He'd never seen her so enamoured with something, then again she did get a little moony over that damn cat he gave her. The flat face fucker still didn't like him. The little git.
"What?" He finally asked, frowning as her golden eyes looked so sad. What on earth had she been doing since leaving the room of requirement?
"Ginny wanted to put them in Potter and Weasleys beds. The poor little things would have been crushed. I couldn't let it happen Draco."
"You're serious?"
"Of course! Look at their little faces Draco!" She thrust them up under his nose, so he found himself staring into two sets of rather forlorn looking newt eyes. He had to admit they were pretty damn cute.
"Right," he said. He figured the best he could do was agree with her and get her to go back to the room, being in a small cupboard with her really wasn't helping her control.
She'd looked so sad when she'd met back up with everyone, she may have acted all pissed off at Lavender, but Draco could see underneath she was just upset. Obviously whatever they'd said hadn't sat well with them. It had been so difficult keeping a distance from her, Hermione had said that to win the bet they couldn't do anything just friends wouldn't, and he'd tried his hardest to come up with new and inventive ways of getting his hands on her, but had always been shot down. These next two weeks were sure to be the slowest of his life.
"Come on sweetheart, I reckon it's time you got to bed, don't you think?"
Hermione nodded distractedly at him, allowing Draco to lead her from the cupboard and down the hallways to the room of requirement. She didn't take any notice, though she did pause to thank Merlin they didn't wander into any of the patrolling prefects. Her eyes were glued to the little creatures in her hands, she wasn't sure what she was going to do with them now she'd saved them. She figured she'd need a tank of some sorts, and hoped the room could supply them when they arrived.
Draco simply watched her in awed silence. She was an odd girl sometimes. She could be the sexiest thing he'd ever seen, and then the most silly barely a moment apart. Though he had to admit she was always the sexiest woman in the room, to him anyway. She weaved all over the place, and Draco scolded himself for taking more notice of how much she was drinking. She would have a killer hangover the next day, and they'd ran out of Blaise's cure, so they'd have to suffer through it the muggle way. Merlin forbid.
Finally they arrived at the blank stretch of wall, and Draco warily left Hermione stood shakily in the middle of the corridor while he passed three times over it, until a large oak door appeared. He once again collected her, wrapping a tight hand around her arm and led her into the fire lit room.
Ginny and Neville had returned, and, along with everyone else, were passed out on beds and sofas. As they walked towards the bed in the far corner, Draco watched as a large glass bowl appeared on the table they passed. It had a large silver screw on lid with air holes punched in the top. Obviously that was for Hermiones newts.
"'Mione," he whispered, careful not to wake anyone up. When she turned bleary eyes to him he pointed to the bowl. Her face broke into the biggest smile and she walked carefully over to place her newts softly into it.
"Sleep well, little newts." Her smile was wide when she turned back to Draco, grabbing his hand and leading him back to the bed, once there she looked a little put out, turning back to Draco with the most defeated look on her face.
"I wish you could stay with me," she murmured, playing idly with the buttons of his shirt, "But just think, once you lose the bet, you can!"
That said she crawled quickly through the curtains surrounding the bed, pulling them tightly shut. There was no chance of Draco getting a free show tonight. He sulked thinking of that for a moment, before climbing into his own bed.
While the idea of being able to share a bed with her, like Ginny and Blaise, and being able to freely hold her hand in the corridors was something he wished for, he couldn't deny that the idea of coming out about their relationship filled him with trepidation. He wasn't even sure why it made him so nervous, he just knew that for some reason, he didn't want it happening.
Shaking his head he crawled under the covers, trying to put all thoughts of their bet out of his mind, as he focused on the feel of her body underneath his, before falling into a peaceful sleep.
~HP~
"Bugger off Myrtle!" Ginny shouted, banging the stall door loudly, sending the young ghost girl rattling down the U-bend.
Hermione jumped up to sit on the window sill, pulling the joint from between her breasts and lighting it with the tip of her wand. She'd had a hectic week, potions classes were kicking up a notch and if she ever wanted to become a healer she needed to get top marks in classes now. Which was proving to be difficult when she has Draco Malfoy sitting at the cauldron next to her.
He was determined for her to lose this bet, but she wasn't entirely sure why. Surely no matter who won it would be a win-win situation. Why would he be so against everyone finding out about them?
It was a thought that nagged at her ever since the little confrontation with Lavender the previous week. Hermione didn't have many insecurities. She may not be the slimmest of girls, but she had curves and she knew how to work them. Her hair was shiny and smooth, and her eyes were bright, lined with thick lashes. She was smart too, and knew how to have a good time. Yet the one thing she worried about, was that she wouldn't be enough for Draco Malfoy.
She'd seen the girls he'd been around with, and knew how long his relationships usually lasted, which was generally as long as it took for the girl to spread her legs a few times. She simply couldn't shake the thought that she was going to become just another, in a long line of conquests for him.
The whole thing was ridiculous of course, Hermione was a great catch and Draco was lucky she was giving him the time of day. But she wasn't sure if Draco knew that.
It was lunchtime, and Ginny and Hermione had managed to sweet talk some of the elves in the kitchen into making them some sandwiches to take away. So, in the deserted bathroom, they munched on sandwiches while getting gloriously high. The afternoons classes were sure to go by quickly.
"Fuckin' Romilda. She's such a fucking cow!" Ginny exclaimed, marching around the room. Hermione watched on in quiet amusement as her friend became more and more irate.
"What's she done this time Gin?"
"Right, okay," she said, flipping her long crimson hair over her shoulder before launching into her tale. "We were in potions right, me and Luna, and we're making the draught of living dead, you remember that from last year?" Hermione nodded, she did indeed, Snape had given her a cheat on how to make it that much faster.
"Right, well I'm cutting up the valerian roots, when Romilda comes waltzing along and sprinkles something in our potion. Not even being subtle about it either, the thick bint!"
"What did she put in it?"
"Who the fuck knows, but our once thick potions went clear and runny like water, before coughing up all this green smoke. Needless to say Snape was pissed!"
"At you?" Hermione asked, shocked. Snape had been mindful of Ginny ever since she started, purely because she was Ron Weasleys sister, but after he realised she was rather good at his class he had mellowed out somewhat. He still wasn't too fond on her, mostly because she was a Gryffindor and didn't take any of his shit. Most of her detentions were with Snape.
"Kind of. He went ape-shit on Romilda, and told me and Luna to get our 'starry heads' out of the clouds and take note on what people are doing to our potions. Which is fair enough I suppose."
Hermione nodded, and the two lapsed into silence.
The joint was dwindling and she knew they didn't have long until afternoon classes would start. Unfortunately she didn't have any free periods today, and therefore wouldn't see Draco until that night. Not that it was likely a good idea to see him, knowing her luck she'd pounce the moment she had him alone.
But by God was she horny.
Every time she saw him or passed him in the hallway, they'd share this look, and her skin would tingle. She didn't even need him to look at her for her to feel this way. Just thinking of him made her heart pound and her palms sweat. She needed him so much, and after having a taste of Christmas, it was so much more difficult to deny herself the second time around.
Hermione had also been trying to decide whether or not she should tell Ginny. After all the girl was her best friend, and they told each other everything. Often to a fault. Hermione knew things about Blaise she never wanted to think about.
But at the same time she felt she was betraying Draco's trust if she told her, after all he didn't want anyone to know, and wasn't it part of their bet anyway?
The silence was killing her however, and her insecurities eating away at her mind. She needed someone to talk to about all of this. Hermione knew if she asked, Ginny would say nothing, not even to Blaise.
Hermione worried though. Would Ginny be angry that she had kept it hidden for nearly a month? Would she even want to hear her worries after so long? Hermione wasn't sure but she sincerely hoped so.
Hermione quickly finished the joint and tapped it out on the tiles. Her mind was hazy, and she knew if she didn't talk soon this wasn't a conversation she would be able to have. She hopped down quickly from the tiles, smoothing her skirt as she walked towards Ginny.
"Gin," she said, looking into her friends bright blue eyes. "There's something I need to tell you."
phew, done. see?
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