(50) Days of Summer by Sugarquills007
Disclaimer: I don't own harry potter
Plot: Restoring to her sanctuary in the muggle world, Hermione Granger has completed her sixth year of Hogwarts hoping to eliminate the forces of Evil penetrating the world around her. Thankfully or dreadfully she is roped into a sudden relationship with none other than her nemesis Draco Malfoy who shares the same disgust emotions swirling in them. Forced to forget their history they join up with the help of two friends to prove their relationship worthwhile.
Previously in Chapter 11...
"Bitchy – I like it."
Despite punching him on the shoulder, she laughed. And he smiled appeased but just for the sake of fixing her pride, she swatted his shoulder again and he smirked. "You're despicable." She muttered and he smirked – one of those rare smirks that looked more like a smile than a smirk. But then again it could have been a smile.
13th Day of Summer
Chapter 12 – Tease
All you've gotta do is, man. Hold her where you want her. Squeeze her, don't tease her. Never leave her, get to her ~Otis Redding.
"You didn't!"
"Didn't what mum?"
"Hermione!"
"Mum."
"Hermione!"
"Mum!"
"Hermione Granger," Jane Granger scolded in a terse tone, "you did not just use magic for revenge purposes only?" The statement came out as more of a sentence as she placed her flour coated hands on her hips reclaiming her words to assure herself more than anything.
Hermione looked up with nonchalance; the stage of denial ready on her face until she met her mother's stern face and it morphed into one of sheepishness. "She was asking for it mum," she knew her argument was weak but it was an excuse.
"I don't care what tempted you Hermione," reprimanded Jane with a slightly disappointed look on her face, "even if it was Chloe herself." She shook her head.
"Did I forget to mention she also deserved it?" Argued Hermione, her temper getting the better of her.
"Hermione Jean Granger don't you –"
"Arguing?" A new voice interjected. "At nine in the morning?" Hermione turned to find her father cut across in time before Jane exploded. "I think we have a new record." He grinned but dropped it when Jane looked at him angrily. "Alright," he pulled out a chair and sat, "spill."
"Ask your daughter." Snapped Jane as she quickly returned to check her cooking with a sniff. Hermione who had discarded her morning squash turned to her father who had his eyebrows expectantly and she sighed.
"Daddy, I didn't do anything –"
"What did I tell you about lying Hermione?" Cut off Jane sternly.
"Drastic that is." Mumbled Hermione more to herself than anyone but both her parents had heard enough.
Jane whipped around and said Hermione's offending act. "Our daughter," she began in a low tone, "bloodthirsty for revenge," Hermione opened her mouth in offence at that, "used magic against Chloe." She stated in a low tone, cautious if anyone were to be awake.
Henry turned to her in surprise and she shuffled on her feet. "Who said anything about revenge and not for fun?" Countered Hermione earning a glare from her mother. It pleased her slightly guilty conscience when her father began to chuckle light-heartedly under his breath.
"Henry –"
"What did you do?" Henry cut off, sending his wife a look as if to say 'in time'.
"I just tricked her," Hermione said defensively, "It wasn't something that was abnormal, I promise." Hermione shook her head earnestly. "I just tricked her to fall into the mud." At Jane's look of disbelief, she continued. "It was a harmless joke mum; she hardly suspected a thing."
"Then why is it she came home traumatised and muttering something along the lines of 'ghosts are not real'?"
Henry laughed, Hermione smiled and Jane – well Jane glared. "Oh come on sweetheart," grinned Henry, "you have to be honest – it was pretty funny." Jane didn't crack. He turned back to Hermione. "How did she come to the conclusion about ghosts –?"
"Oh I may or may not have possibly howled like a werewolf –" At this Jane's lips did twitch but Henry noticed and he smirked at his wife who swatted his shoulder as she walked past the both of them to look out for the sausages.
"Amusing as it is –" Hermione shared a wink with her father – "It still doesn't change the fact that Hermione could have been caught." Jane said with a sigh. "You're hardly like this Hermione." She said. "You knew better –"
"I did – I do, mum." Hermione reminded her with a small smile. "I didn't do it to get my own back like Chloe would do. I did it for harmless fun." She shrugged. "And I was a bit sick of her pushing me around." And then she walked towards her mother and pecked her on the cheek, "but I am sorry, if what it's worth." And then with a small smile she walked out of the room leaving her parents in a pregnant silence.
"Howling like a werewolf." Henry chuckled minutes later and though he could only see his wife's back, Jane smiled. "Good on her."
"Are you seriously trying the cold-shoulder act again?"
Hermione shot Blaise a slightly tempered look. "Excuse me?"
"You're walking out again." He pointed out as he sliced placed down his knife and fork. Draco and Alexis, who were both in the middle of a bite, paused mid-way watching the two of them. The Italian turned towards her with a neutral expression and the brunette shot him a piercing stare.
"How do you not know I've had breakfast already? I did wake earlier than the lot of you." Pointed out Hermione and she folded her arms across her chest waiting for his retort. He narrowed his eyes sceptically and she sighed. "Fine;" she relented, "you caught me." She waved her hands half-heartedly and he watched her peculiarly. "I'm not that hungry truth be told." She admitted.
"Oh not this again." Groaned Alexis surprising the whole lot with her moan. Hermione raised her brows in surprise. "What the hell did he do now?" She pointed the end of her fork accusingly at the blonde who scowled at her rudeness.
"What the hell did I do?" Scowled Draco looking at Hermione who shot him an exasperated look and rolled her eyes.
"It wasn't Malfoy." Hermione cleared and he nodded with a smug grimace before moving back to his breakfast. Blaise shot him a look at his quick abides to ignore the situation and turned back to Hermione. He shot her a look and she rolled her eyes again, sighing.
"You make such a big deal out of things Zabini." She muttered before taking a seat beside Malfoy. He grinned. "Take that smug look off your face," she commanded and she stole a slice of bacon off Malfoy's plate – (Oi!). "You deal with it as a four year old would." At his look, Hermione did a double take. "Gosh Zabini, are you pouting?"
"Why, don't I look adorable?" Questioned the Italian cheekily and Hermione laughed. When she shook her head he continued with the pouting and she giggled, reaching over to pat his cheek in a soft manner.
"It's okay." She said in a sombre tone. "Happens to the best of us." He smirked and she pulled away with a grin.
"Lovebirds –" Whistled Draco with a scowl. "Some are trying to eat here." He discouraged. With a naught grin, Blaise leant forward and pecked Hermione on the cheek, who until then was flabbergasted at his bold move.
"Jealous Malfoy." Smirked the Italian, raising his left eyebrow slyly towards his blonde friend who shot him a glare.
"It's never too late to punch you, you know."
"You're sounding like Ron," mused Hermione with a frown. "Can you stop it with the violent-related threats?" She wrinkled her nose at him and he stopped eating his toast and turned to look at her with something close to aghast in his features.
"I'm no Weasel." He practically spat.
Hermione huffed at his name for her friend and shot him a dark scowl. "When will you stop being such a git?" She asked placing her unfinished toast on a plate. He
"When I see Weasley die." He said nonchalantly and when he caught her glower he rolled his eyes and kicked her lightly beneath the table; the only way to send across his meaning without the other two prying their nosy noses in his business. "Take a joke Granger."
"When I see you die." Retorted Hermione coolly.
"I just cannot be asked to make breakfast okay?" Snapped Chloe at Malfoy who was in the middle of interrogating the Muggle as to why his girlfriend – Hermione – should make her breakfast.
"So you are forcing – quite stubbornly – for Granger here," he pointed at the witch, "to cook you breakfast because you just simply can't be asked to make it yourself?" He repeated in a dry tone.
Chloe looked up at him, in a slightly better version of her morning-self and nodded gullibly as if it was no problem and he shot her a hard cool look. "I guess it is bad luck that you will have to be asked to cook your own meal because my girlfriend and I were just leaving." He emphasized his point on Granger being his girlfriend before brushing past the Scot and exiting the question – Hermione having no choice but to follow in tow especially since he had a fierce grip on her wrist.
Once out of hearing range, Hermione yanked her arm roughly out of her captor's hold. "That was rude." She pointed out primly.
Draco, who'd thought she'd be slightly appreciating, raised his eyebrows in surprise. Well this was new. "You can't honestly tell me you wanted to make her breakfast?" He questioned sardonically and she scoffed.
"Of course not." She made it to ignore his pointed look. "But you weren't very polite." She continued. "You know she's clearly besotted with you –"
"When am I ever polite?" Snorted the blonde shaking his head at her as if she was just a mere petulant six-year old before settling himself down on the sofa and lifting his feet to rest against the coffee table before him. "And anyways, she should know when one is interested or not." He pronounced with a pointed look at Hermione. "Taking in full consideration whether he has a girlfriend or not." He finished.
She frowned at him and prodded his feet away. "Get your feet of the table Malfoy." She demanded and when he didn't resist – she began to kick her way through his legs.
"Back to Malfoy is it?" He taunted with a grin.
Her brows furrowed in the middle and she shot him a confused look. "You're always Malfoy." She said before kicking him with her foot and smiling in satisfaction when his feet dropped to the respective ground. "If not, then ferret." He opened his mouth, a retort ready on his tongue when Hermione's name was called out from within the kitchen. Hermione groaned and rubbed the tips of temples with her hands. "Go away." She moaned. When her name was called again, she started to get up.
Then, without warning or any chance to prepare herself, Malfoy had caught her wrist before pressing her down onto the couch attacking her soft lips with his own. She felt every section of his warm body match up with hers. Although he was propping himself up a little so she couldn't feel any of his weight, she still had the sensation of a worked-out boy against her petite frame. His left hand was attached to her hip whilst his right rested dangerously near her stomach, his thumb creeping higher than it should in respectable company. She was encompassed by the minty, sandalwood smell of him.
Malfoy was everywhere.
Eyes closed, she could see the dots of his soft locks, the extreme grey-u blue eyes, the slight dip of his nose, the slender arch of his brows, the pale skin that glowed brightly. Eyes open she could see him, smirking with mischief, grinning boyishly with mock, scowling in disgust, frowning in confusion, laughing in amusement. Her hands flew to his hair with the thought of making it messier than his normal pristine stare emitting a growl from his lips. Her eyes were closed, as was his, both concentrating on how they felt – like it was too good to be real.
"Hermione I need you to – ahh!" Chloe's voice then intruded in their moment as she entered upon the scene, her shrill cry breaking away their kiss. Besides emanating her normal reaction she scowled jealousy. "God, warn somebody!" She lifted her hands to cover her eyes, more out of jealousy than anything else.
At the sound of her words, Hermione suddenly remembered that the moment wasn't real. She pushed Malfoy off immediately, sitting up and setting to wipe her mouth off with the back off her hand just as Chloe's footsteps padded away. She worked on fixing her tousled appearance, sneaking a glance at her partner to find him doing the same though purposely leaving his hand-raked hair in its dishevelled state. Once satisfied her appearance looked normal; she crossed her arms across her chest defiantly and focused on keeping her disapproving glare on as she battled features with his smug expression.
"You'll exploit every available opportunity won't you?" She snapped accusingly.
He just smirked.
"Stop being so petulant Zabini and go with Alexis." Blaise shot Hermione a look and she shot him an equally disgusted look in return. "Don't look at me like that; I need absence from your presence especially after I caught you doing some unexplainable things with Alexis."
"We were just snogging Granger."
"Right and your hands had played no part."
He smirked up at her from the game of chess he was playing with Draco and shot her a sly wink. She pulled a face and he shook his head in amusement. "Sorry to cut the game short." He turned to Draco where the blonde waved him in a dismissal manner before heading back into the game, concentrating hard as to what his response would be to Blaise' last move.
"You can play with Hermione." Proposed Alexis as she pulled her hair into a quick pony-tail. She saw Draco glance at the brunette who had sprawled herself across one of the sofa's – head in a book.
"Yes and while I'm at it, I'll lap dance to." He drawled sarcastically and skilfully dodged a pillow that was hurled his way. Alexis, pressing her lips in amusement, shook her head and picked up Draco's set of keys from the nearby table and shot them a mock serious look.
"Play nice."
"Don't we always?" Was Draco's rhetorical question and when the other two had left in search for a film for today's movie's night, he had dropped his head back into the unfinished game of chess – purposely ignoring the witch until it deemed fit to annoy her.
"Malfoy what on Merlin's name are you doing –?"
"It's not bloody working, the blasted thing –"
"That's because you're holding it upside down." Hermione remarked with bemusement as she watched the blonde struggle for several moments. "Turn it around genius."
"Oh yes because I suddenly know how to work every damn thing in this house of yours –"
"I've explained the basics to both you and Zabini." Argued Hermione hotly. "Three times since you've came here."
"Excuse me for not being brought up here –"
"I thought you'd be smart enough to grasp the basic concept of it. Mr Weasley knows how to work the thing and he's old Malfoy –"
"Are you seriously going to try and compare me to a fucking Weasel again –?" When he caught Hermione's seriously sombre look he rolled his eyes and patted the empty seat beside him in a relenting manner. "Help me." He gritted out and when she conceded, making sure to switch the channel to his preference.
"You can be such a three year old sometimes Malfoy."
"Hmm." He wasn't listening because the next second he had ordered; "Play chess with me." She started and gave him an odd look as if he was ill and she didn't know what disease had overcome him. But he was perfectly normal – or looked normal if the scowl and glare was anything to go by.
"What?"
"Play chess with me."
"No."
He glared and she glared right back. "Play chess with me."
She gritted her teeth and shot him a hard look. "I don't know how to."
That didn't seem to faze him in the slightest. "Play chess with me." He repeated, his eyes the colour of wet metal.
"No."
"Nobody died?" Draco shot him a dry look and Hermione, suddenly looking a bit flushed murmured something unintelligible. "You finally got her to play?" He sounded surprised as if Hermione would stand her ground – if only he knew how much she did.
"She just needed a bit of persuasion." Smirked Draco and Hermione blushed red. Luckily her back was to the two new occupants of the room so they missed the interaction; only Malfoy was there to smirk haughtily at her reaction.
"Here you go your highness; as requested." Hermione drawled sardonically as she handed Alexis a bowl filled to the brim with popcorn. The Muggle, who had mischief and fondness sprayed across her face looked up at Hermione and shot her a knowing smirk.
"About time too." She remarked and Hermione rolled her eyes, turning her back for a minute to pick two glasses of lemonade. She handed it to both Alexis and Blaise who thanked her quietly.
With a small smile, she turned her back once again but this time picked a smaller bowl with the same content and edged her way to Chloe, who sat in her father's arm chair; blonde hair, glinting eyes and a scowl perched on her lips. Hermione, with a pressed smile, handed her the bowl and turned back to retrieve her glass when Chloe's scornful words stopped her. "What is this?" She spat.
"It's salty; as per your request, Chloe." Sighed Hermione with a small shake of her head before she reached across the small coffee table between the sofas and picked up a glass of pink lemonade. She turned to hand it to Chloe but the derisive look on the Scot's face stopped her.
"I thought everyone valued you for your brains Hermione." Reprimanded the Scot in a coy tone. "I didn't think you were stupid enough to add that much salt that could practically give me diabetes."
"Don't be so ridiculous Chloe." Muttered Hermione and she thrust the pink concoction in the blonde's hands. "Sugar gives you diabetes." She added as a side-remark before she moved away; lifting the last large bowl of popcorn as she did.
She sat beside Malfoy, who had been watching the interaction far too intensely than he should have, and frowned when he noticed the distance that she had kept between the two. As the Muggle box began to light up and a rather irritant track of music came up, he edged closer to Hermione and mumbled so only she could hear. "You know, I don't smell too bad."
She turned around, brows furrowed in confusion and he raised a brow, looking down at the gap between the two. She followed his gaze and then rolled his eyes at what he was insinuating. "I'm not lying when I say you do."
"Slytherin is not a good look on you."
She poked him and he threw her a bored glance. "I'm serious Malfoy." She said some moments of later. "I actually really want to see this film –"
"It's a movie about a sinking ship –"
"–A famous ship, mind you –"
"–And what sort of person are you, keeping me glued to this sofa with you as company and the sodding on a box for entertainment."
She shot him a glare. "Don't be so insufferable."
He looked at her for a few moments; both measuring each other up before his shoulder's sagged and he rubbed a hand down his face. "Granger, this is killing me." He muttered and she rolled her eyes.
"This is an amazing movie Malfoy. Just let the adverts pass and I promise you it will be good."
"The what?"
"Would it kill you to at least feign interest in something Muggle?"
He gave her a dry look. "Are you seriously asking me that?" He questioned, his deep voice rising louder than he expected. He rolled his eyes when Alexis shot him a glare. He turned back to Hermione who was watching him with something akin to fascination. "What?" He snapped and he subconsciously raised a hand to his face.
She hid a smile and shook her head. "You're just unbelievable, you know that?"
It was a little over half an hour did Hermione get the peace she required in watching the film; he had managed to shuffle himself closer to her and now all her senses were open; vulnerable for his attack. She could hear his breathing, slow and steady; see his dark silhouette under the television's light; she could feel his warmth intermingling with hers and she could smell his scent. And she was lost.
"You know; Chloe's eyes haven't moved from its position of us in almost fifteen minutes." His cold voice hit the side of her face and she dug her head subconsciously deeper into her neck to prevent herself from shivering out loud.
"Mhhm?" She turned to look at him and could only see a pair of silver of different shades looking back at her. "What does she want?" She questioned him, her head pulled away from him so he couldn't make out the blush in her cheeks.
"Hell do I know." He leant back and shot her a scowl. "It's not as if we just had an eye-based conversation Granger." He whispered and she sat up straighter and shot him a look. "It's just unnerving." He drawled sarcastically. "What sane being watches another for fifteen minutes without having a bloody motive?"
"In case it slipped your mind; we're on twenty-four hour security." Muttered Hermione ironically. "She's jealous and she won't let this thing between the both of us, go." Explained Hermione in a whisper. "She's been more insistent since we came back from the park; she knows there's something fishy between the two of us."
"The only thing fishy is you Granger."
Before Hermione could hit him however he had leant down and pecked her cheek, his lips lingering for a couple of seconds before he moved back. Flabbergasted at his nerve and flushed from head to toe, she glowered. "What was that?"
"I was attempting to show how wonderfully sentimental I am," he said in a displeasing tone and shot her a dry look, "and you just demonstrated a look that could kill a sabre."
"A warning would be nice."
"Why should warnings be necessary in a relationship that is meant to be fundamentally 'natural'?" Hermione hit his shoulder. He grinned. "I'm being serious."
"So am I." She muttered. "It's just you, being nice let alone I don't know affectionate is not a sight I'm used to." She said in a low tone, slightly uncomfortable that he wouldn't take it the wrong way. It must have been her lucky day because he said nothing. He said nothing but that didn't mean he didn't do anything. He leant over; an arm draped across the back of her shoulders and leant in unbearably close to her.
"What if this," he said slowly, his breath fanning across her face, "this slow measure before doing anything affectionate was the warning?" He questioned, his eyes flickering from her eyes to her lips. She gulped and licked her lips in preparation for a response. But he had already kissed her and she allowed him to; her eyes fluttering in response before everything came to a halt. She pulled back slightly, enough for his lips to be a good distance away from her but not enough for Chloe to think that she had broken away.
"You can't be serious." She breathed. "We don't always have to publicly snog in front of Chloe to make a point you know." She said and he nodded though his head was miles away. The only thing imaging itself in his mind, imprinting itself tightly was the image of her sparkling eyes moulding to gold and those kissable lips.
"What else can we do that's not emotionally attacking for the both of us?" He questioned boldly and Hermione bit her lip in thought. "I don't think the both of us want to pour our hearts out to one another; especially for your cousin's sake."
Hermione shot him a look and pushed him away, indicating the end of their intimacy. "No of course not; but a decent conversation where we act like a couple." She shrugged. "We bicker like a married couple so I don't know, teasing maybe – and not the way you do." She eyed him sourly as a grin stole his features.
"A bit of kissing will do no harm Granger." He shot her a look and she folded her arms primly. He leant back in, invading her personal space and nuzzled his nose against the soft expanse of her cheek. "It seems to be the only thing working on her."
"In your mind." Retaliated the witch, turning around so his nose would stop its journey. "It's snogging; not kissing."
He shot her a playful wink. "Well excuse me for being a seventeen year old teenage wizard with needs."
"And excuse me for being a smart seventeen year old witch who knows her boundaries." He snorted and she swatted his shoulder in a manner that wouldn't hurt him in the slightest. "At least I'm not horny." She huffed.
He smirked. "Babe, I think that's the point in being a teenager." He smirked at the aghast look on her face and leant back, shooting her a charming look.
"Don't call me that." She gritted, her face still holding the remnants of disgust. She turned herself away from him and he took the golden opportunity to watch her. He wasn't interested in heading back to the movie in which it was clear one of the two were to die; he resorted to his newly found source of entertainment – a hobby you can say.
Her eyes were shining the honeycomb – the same he had found himself immersed in gazing several times – were now transfixed at the screen; the delicate pores of her fingers grabbing a pinch of corn and popping it into her mouth one by one, her tongue swiping out occasionally the swipe the sweet sauce left on her lips. The flush that had marred her cheeks from their conversation still not fully dismissed bringing the pearly glow of a radiation of happiness. The curvaceous dip of her legs tucked beneath her form as she curled into a fur-ball.
"I can feel you staring at me." He hadn't realised her mouth moved till her words hit his ears. "It's rather unnerving." She turned to him and tilted her head at an angle, looking at him curiously. "Is that part of the plan to piss Chloe off?"
"Staring at you is level one." He said in a bored tone and he stole a glance at the said Scot who was munching on her complained snack aggressively. "Cuddling is the next part." At her horrified look he shot her a look. "Would you rather eating each other's faces off?"
"Sod off." She muttered but nonetheless she shuffled closer to him, practically using him as her support as she laid her head on his chest and curled her legs beneath her. He breathed in her jasmine-y scent savouring the tinge of custard that was sprayed over her mass of curls. A sigh of contentment left him and he immediately stiffened at what his body had reacted to. He felt her snuggle in deeper subconsciously and felt his arm tighten around her waist reflexively.
As the screen continued moving, a rather emotional scene hit the box and Hermione made a sound half way between a groan and a sniff before she unintentionally buried her head at the juncture of his neck. He fought the urge to groan as she nuzzled her nose softly against his neck. "Grow a pair Granger." He muttered hoarsely and she pulled her head away to shoot him a displeased look.
"Grow a heart Malfoy."
"You're the only one who cowered away from this scene. Even Carter didn't move a muscle."
"Alexis is fearless. Even the Doom of Death wouldn't scare her." Hermione pointed. "And as for Chloe, I bet her eyes haven't left the same spot." She shook her head and sighed.
"Hey, it's not my fault my gorgeousness just oozes perfection." At her look of disbelief, he prodded her. "Admit it. I'm dashing. And you know it." He smirked at her look. "There's no one else you can think of that can compare –"
"Well there is Harry." Hermione said sweetly and at his horrified look she turned back to the screen, smugness soaring across her body. Like having a sweet tooth and chocolate was the one thing that made sense; the fact that she won one round filled her body with an alcoholic buzz; she was floating dangerously on the plate of contentment. And when she thought that he had finally given up on annoying her, that this was the end, he had leant over and with such ease plucked her from her place and placed her on his lap. Surprised at the daring move she shot him a look. "You're despicable."
"We're going in circles in babe."
"I told you not to call me that."
"Call you what babe?"
"Malfoy I swear to Merlin I'll –"
"Do what? Kill me?" He smirked at her. "You do that but right now you're in no position of doing so. So just sit back, relax and let me hold off Chloe."
"How is placing me on your lap helping Chloe sod back to her own business?"
"When we start to –"
"I will hit you Malfoy."
"Uh huh. Okay, but first –"
The situation was to be re-thought the next day. She knew it. He knew it. Both foes knew what a dangerous jump of steps they had taken – from arguing to teasing within a matter of days but it was the only thing that seemed to keep them alive. And keep them sane too, they would say. It wasn't important as they had expected. It was a summer project soon to be forgotten. And that was the best bit. It wasn't to be brought up, thought or repeated.
The first and last.
She could feel the familiar burst of butterflies fluttering their way through the canals of her stomach as she felt the masculine ministrations of Malfoy's fingers playing across her waist bringing yet another wash of colour on her as his lips broke away from hers.
Though his scent was what cut her off the reality of what she was living in. The intoxicating aroma that filled her took her out – even if it was just for a second – of the hideous nightmares of what was to be expected of her in the situated declaration of war. And soon, the slow rhythmetic beats of his heart was the only thing the witch could decipher as it lulled her eyes down to a fitful slumber, may as her form fought for consciousness.
"Well now I can't wait for morning."
"Oh hush." Alexis leant over and pecked her boyfriend on the lips before getting up, dusting herself off from any crumbs. She bit her lip and turned to Blaise. "I don't want to wake her. She looks so drained."
"Let Chloe's battery run low." Murmured Blaise quietly. "And then I'll levitate the both of them to their rooms, okay?" Alexis nodded and Blaise shot her a coy look. "And in the meantime, we'll watch another movie?" Proposed the Italian a tad too hopefully. Kissing him in agreement, Blaise shuffled over to find the correct film and Alexis took the opportunity to fetch some blankets and a camera.
"What's that for?" Questioned Blaise at the waving Muggle device in Alexis' hands.
"Oh just for blackmail purposes." Smirked the blonde.
"Well I can't say I don't agree with you." Agreed Blaise as he ruffled his dark hair and Alexis grinned in malice as she took several snapshots. Once done, she plucked one of the two blankets she had brought with her and draped it over the sleeping mounds.
"There we go." She murmured fondly before she walked back to Blaise' arms where they proceeded to watch another film and fall asleep mid-way through the process.
And that was how the head Granger's found the teens; in a mass layer of popcorn; they're faces plastered with dreamy smiles as they slept soundly. Two couples of the five under large nesting blankets whilst the extra to be found snoring away, salted popcorn stuck on regions of her face in a comical manner as she snored her way till dawn.
Hey. Hi. Hello! It's building, or am I just delusional enough to think so? Whatever - the next chapter will certainly be something interesting - it will have its twists. Please be a dear and remember to leave a comment - I would love to know what you think.
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