CH 12
Hermione and Laura's hugging ended with a very loud noise coming from Hermione's stomach.
"Excuse me," whispered Hermione, blushing furiously. "I haven't had any lunch today so I'm a bit hungry,"
Draco looked at his watch and exclaimed, "It's three thirty already! No wonder you're hungry!"
"It's half past three already? Wow,"
"Do you wanna, you know, go get a late lunch somewhere?" asked Draco hesitantly.
Hermione shook her head and replied, "I don't usually go anywhere for lunch. I was planning on making lunch. But if you really want me to then I'll go with you,"
"Whatever you want Mione – I can call you that right?"
"Sure, and whatever you want Draco," said Hermione, "Merlin knows you've done more than enough for me already,"
She shot a fond look at Laura who smiled brightly at her.
"Well, you know, I can cook really well," said Draco proudly, puffing his chest out with pride.
"Really?" said Hermione, raising an eyebrow.
"Really," confirmed Draco.
"Well then Mr. Malfoy, how about you show me and Laura just how superior Malfoys are to everyone else in the fine art of cooking?" smirked Hermione.
It was Draco's turn to raise an eyebrow. "You dare doubt me, Draco Malfoy?"
"Everyone knows that women are superior to men in the kitchen, Malfoy,"
"I always thought you were one of those women's right supporters, Granger,"
"Ability in the kitchen has absolutely NOTHING to do with women's rights, Malfoy,"
"Then how do we prove what gender's better than the other?"
"I don't know,"
"How about a cook-off?"
"Is that a challenge I'm hearing Mr. Malfoy?"
"I do think it is Ms. Granger,"
"So Laura's the judge?"
"No! She'll pick you since you're her mom!" Draco crossed his arms with a huff.
"If she's my daughter, who she is, she'll be fair, just like me,"
"Why don't we just ask Laura?"
"Fine with me,"
"Fine,"
"Fine,"
At the same exact time both looked over at the couch Laura was on.
Their eyes – one chocolate brown and the other a deep blue – landed on a sleeping baby girl. Well, not exactly a baby, but a sleeping four year old.
"What now?" asked Hermione with a miffed expression. She'd wanted to show Draco how amazing her work in the kitchen was.
"Isn't it obvious, Granger? We let her sleep,"
"So what do we do?"
"I'm pretty hungry. Want to make me a sandwich?"
Hermione snorted. No, it wasn't lady-like, but it expressed her feelings on the subject effectively.
"In your dreams Malfoy! Why don't you cook for me?"
Draco put his hands up in defeat.
"Why don't we just go out and eat
something?"
"Alright,"
"Where?"
"NYPD©. Ever been there?"
"Nope. Let's go,"
"What about Laura? We can't just leave her here,"
"What about the note I left her?"
"She can't just Apparate in. It's a Muggle pizza place,"
"Can we order home?"
Hermione smiled.
"I'll call Domino's©,"
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Draco had set up the media room while Hermione called Domino's©.
"Draco?" called Hermione's voice from the living room.
Draco shouted back, "What?"
"Do you like olives and green peppers?"
"Sure,"
The truth was that Draco didn't give a crap about what he ate. He was just happy that he got to spend more time with Hermione.
He'd lived next to her for three years and had ONE conversation with her. One.
And then Laura was magically thrown into their lives.
"Draco? Pizza's here,"
Hermione's voice brought him back into reality.
"You didn't pay already, did you?"
"I did. It wasn't much,"
"I don't care. You're the guest,"
"Do I look like I care? And besides, you've done a lot for me already," smiled Hermione.
Draco smiled back. He seemed to be doing that often lately.
Hermione pushed the recliners together so that the armrests were touching. She then proceeded to place the pizza box on top of the armrests.
"Ready Mione?"
"Yeah, but there's something I wanted to talk about first,"
Draco sat down in his chair and folded his arms in front of his chest.
"Shoot,"
"You know our kiss earlier today?"
Draco buried his face in his hands and groaned.
"Leave it to you, Hermione, to over-analyze a simple kiss!"
Hermione giggled.
"That's me!"
"Well yeah, I know the kiss, what about it?"
"I know this probably sounds like really really weird but.. well…"
"Yes?"
"I liked it. I seriously liked it. Don't question me or judge me, because even if you do, I don't give a fuck. All I want to know was how you felt during it,"
Draco pondered over this. He had liked it, no loved it, but should he tell her?
"I seriously loved it. I've kissed a lot of girls during my life time –"
"You're like 22. And didn't you have that whole Slytherin Sex God thing going for you at Hogwarts?"
"Yeah I did. Wanna confirm my title?" asked Draco suggestively.
Hermione laughed and smacked his arm.
"You are such a shameless flirt!"
"Thank you! And like I was saying before you rudely interrupted me.."
Hermione flushed pink and smiled sheepishly.
"I've kissed a lot of chicks but kissing you was way different. I kind of felt sparks or whatever crap those romance novel authors call it,"
"Haha," laughed Hermione mockingly.
"You know, it's been too long since you kissed a real man,"
"No, I kissed one just yesterday,"
"No, you kissed me today, remember?"
"You're talking about the last time I kissed a real man right?"
"Yes…"
"Well Harry, Ginny, Neville, and Luna came over yesterday and I gave Harry and Neville both a kiss on the cheek," smirked Hermione.
Draco looked confused for a minute. When he finally understood Hermione's taunt he pouted and turned around so that his back was facing her.
"Don't be mad at me Draco. You never said the last time I kissed a real man that wasn't like a brother to me," whispered Hermione, putting her chin on Draco' s shoulder.
Draco smiled wickedly and turned around quickly. He immediately started tickling Hermione who couldn't speak at all since she was laughing so hard.
She managed to get out, "Draco – please – stop!"
Ten minutes later, both Hermione and Draco were exhausted. Hermione from being tickled and Draco from resisting Hermione's well-aimed punches.
Hermione yawned and stretched out on the floor.
"I'm tired," she said.
"So am I,"
"I think I'll eat the pizza later-"
"Hermione?"
All he heard was the soft breathing of Hermione Granger.
And somehow a couple hours later, Hermione was found on top of Draco. Many people roll in their sleep, and one of them was Hermione.
Some people randomly cuddle up to things in their sleep, and one of those people was Draco. So it was only natural that he wrapped his arms around Hermione.
And everyone moves around in bed, either while finding their soft spot or sleeping. So it was only natural that Hermione and Draco's clothes had gotten rumpled.
So imagine Harry James Potter's surprise when he sees these two enemies wrapped in each other's arms in a very compromising position.
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I'm really sorry for the late update. We traveled on an overnight bus for 6 and ½ hours yesterday and I got here at 5:30 AM. So yesterday has been all about catching up on sleep. This story is unfortunately coming to an end. But I have 3 ideas bouncing around in my head for a new one! And…. There's gonna be ATLEAST 4 or 5 more chapters. After this I'm gonna make a poll that asks 'Do you want me to make a sequel after this?'. Please vote :) And please review :) I cried the other day since I've got so many amazing reviews :D Review Madders! I want feedback on my writing :)