Are You Ticklish?
Whoo! Happy Friday! Well, for me at least. It might be Thursday or Saturday where some people are. -shrugs- How confusing...
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As Draco walked off, Hermione yelled something after him. "You are helping me plan tonight, Malfoy!" "Yea, yea, see you then, Granger!" And then the blonde rounded a corner and disappeared from view.
Insufferable ferret, Hermione thought, walking back to the Library to finish some her homework. And maybe do a little planning about the themes for the two balls. Since Malfoy probably won't do anything until absolutely he has to.
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Draco didn't want to be subject to Blaise Zabini's insufferable nosiness, so he went straight to the Heads' Common Room after the short meeting. Hm, what kind of themes would be best for the ball? he thought to himself. I'm sure Granger will think of something. I'll think of something later on tonight. He told the portrait the password and unpacked all of his things on his desk, intent on finishing his essay from their Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher and perhaps correct his Charms essay. And maybe a nap before having to plan with the bookworm tonight would be a good idea.
Having decided his course of action, Draco set to work on his essay, working in complete silence.
He was done with his work and crashed on his desk over a Quidditch book when Hermione returned from the Library, all of her homework done. He may or may not have drooled over his book.
"Malfoy," Hermione jabbed him on the shoulder, "wake up! We have to discuss the themes for the two balls. Wake u– wait, are you... drooling?" Poor book, she thought, looking at the blonde in disgust. "GET THE BLOODY HECK UP SO WE CAN START PLANNING, MALFOY!" And that jerked the boy out of his slumber. "Wut? Whozhare?" he said groggily.
"Malfoy, did you know that you drooled when you sleep?" Hermione asked in amusement.
As if by reflex, Draco reached up to wipe his mouth. "Malfoy's don't drool," he retorted haughtily, lowering his hand. She rolled her eyes. "Suuuure," Hermione replied sarcastically, sitting down on the giant, black couch that sat in the center of the room.
"I beg to diff–" Hermione held up her hand and started speaking straight away. "So, have you thought of an idea for the Christmas ball? I was thinking we could do a cute little candy theme," she said enthusiastically. "We could put up little candy decorations and serve sweets, like peppermints and such."
Malfoy got out of his hard, wooden chair and sat down onto the same black couch, close enough to talk to the Head Girl, but not too close to her. Like for instance, out of slapping and/or punching distance. "A candy theme?" he asked disbelievingly. Hermione nodded. "It's cute! After all, it is a Christmas ball, Malfoy."
Draco thought about it for a little. It'll give me an excuse to put candy in Granger's hair... "Sounds fine with me. We are going to be decorating using fake big candies, right?" He had no urge to get stuck in a peppermint chair while trying to sit down. "No, Malfoy. We're going to be decorating using dead bunnies," she snapped sarcastically, rolling her eyes. "Of course we are going to be using fake candies. No one wants to be stuck to a lollipop bench."
He nodded understandingly before grabbing a bit of parchment and writing the idea down. "We need a theme for the 7th year Graduation ball now. I only got as far as the Christmas ball," Hermione said sheepishly. "Do you have any ideas?"
Draco thought for a moment before blurting about the first idea that came to mind. "How about a masquerade ball?"
Oh, so maybe Malfoy isn't as useless as I thought, Hermione thought appreciatively.
"That actually sounds really nice," she commented. "Well," the Head Boy started, "what do you expect from a Malfoy? We are superior," he finished arrogantly, standing up and posing ever so melodramatically. The Head Girl rolled her eyes at his arrogance. Not useless, but too arrogant for his own good, she concluded. "Go deflate your ego, Malfoy; we're done for tonight, so you might as well."
"It's part of my charm, dear Granger. You should go fix that bush atop your head," he retorted. "Your ego happens to be three times the size of my hair! In fact, I'm surprised how you can keep your snotty, little nose so high in the air with it," she chuckled, eyes glinting mischievously. Draco smirked at the statement.
"Not too bad, Granger, but people can actually see your excuse for a hairstyle. Well, not that anyone really wants to see it. But back to the point, which isn't your hideous hair; you can't see my ego, no matter how charming it is." Said bushy-haired girl scoffed. "Charming, my arse," she muttered. "Language, Granger!" Draco gasped dramatically, plopping carelessly back on the couch, a little closer to the brunette. "You wouldn't want our dear Headmistress to hear you utter such profanities, now would you?" he chuckled lightly. "At least I wasn't the one going on about my charming ego," she laughed back, miming air quotes around the word precious. "What the hell are you doing with your fingers, Granger?" Draco asked, genuinely confused.
"It's a muggle thing. When they want to mock someone or hint at something else other than the meaning of a certain word, they do that," Hermione said matter of factly. "I'll never understand muggles," Draco sighed, shaking his head. "Well, what do you think muggles would say about us if they knew we existed?" The word 'us' felt odd on Hermione's tongue, especially if Draco was the other half of that 'us'.
"Hm, they would probably be saying, 'Oh no, I've lost my bloody cat. I wonder if those weird magic freaks can find it for me.' Or some crap like that," he shrugged innocently. Hermione laughed in spite of herself. "Very funny, Malfoy. Although, I think they would probably burn us at the stake or something." Draco pretended to think about it for a moment. "Yes, after we find their bloody fuzz ball, they'll definitely burn us to death. 'Thank you for finding my little Mr. Retarded Fuzz Head, now we have to kill you!'." he said mock seriously, before breaking into laughter. Hermione was still laughing from the last crack, but now she was laughing harder.
"Stop it, Malfoy! I'm going to die of laughter!" He stopped laughing long enough to snap back half heartedly. "Oh really? I should keep on going then!" Hermione took a few shaky breaths before shutting her mouth defiantly. "I'm done laughing, so good luck with that, Malfoy," she challenged mock haughtily. Draco pretended to think for yet another minute. "Are you ticklish, Granger?"
"Yes, I a –" Hermione cut off, finally comprehending what Draco had asked. "Don't you even dare, Malfoy," she said in a deathly serious tone, wrapping her arms protectively around her waist. Draco held up his hands in mock defeat. Hermione gave him a suspicious look before relaxing and removing her hands from her torso. But a second after that, he smirked and starting tickling the defenseless brunette on the stomach. "Draco Malfoy! You stop this BLOODY instant!" she choked out between fits of laughter, trying to scoot away from the blonde. "No way; you still haven't died of laughter!" He leaned over and continued poking the giggling Hermione on the neck and back, himself smiling in spite of himself, as well.
"Just stop it!" she yelped, in the process of trying to roll off the couch onto the floor in a desperate attempt to escape the ever so annoying Draco Malfoy. "Granger, stop right there! My fingers got caught in your bloody hair!" Hermione didn't hear him and she fell sharply to the ground, Draco following close behind her.
And so Draco fell on top of Hermione. Again.
"Owwwie. Ugh, Malfoy. Déjà vu, much?" the crushed brunette mumbled. Draco got up as best he could with one of his hands stuck in Hermione's hair. "Your hair is trying to eat my hand, Granger," he said quietly, pulling said girl up. Hermione grinned slightly and reached up to help him. After all, no one would really like to have another person's hand stuck in their hair. Her hands felt warm to the touch, Draco noticed, as she freed his hand. "Erm, thanks, I suppose?" He stood up and brushed himself off. "Sure thing, Malfoy."
There was an awkward silence hanging about.
"Granger?" Draco asked suddenly. She looked at him and cocked her head ever so slightly to the side. "Yes?"
"Did we just have a tickle fight, of all kinds of fights? And without calling each other names or trying to kill each other?"
"I think we did," she said, shocked at the discovery. "I won't say anything if you don't?" the brunette asked quickly.
The blonde nodded. "Agreed," he said, nodding his head slowly. "I'll see you tomorrow morning, then, Granger." She nodded silently and walked up to her bedroom. "Night, Malfoy." "Mhm," he nodded at her and retreated to his bedroom, as well.
No one must know that Draco Malfoy and Hermione Grange actually had fun together.
Wow, that was full of awkward. xD
I wanna see some reviews on my small screen, with my picture on the cover so my readers can read some more stories from me. (I'm so arrogant; It's the Slytherin in me. xD)
