I Hate You
"No, no Blaise," Said a hot a sweaty Hermione. Her patience was soon wearing thin. "It's step kick, step kick, triple step, triple step."
"Hermione, you got to give me some credit," He said panting. "I haven't had any formal training."
Hermione looked up to him. He was indeed a lot taller than Malfoy. His face was beaded with sweat, his muscles glistened under the sweat drenched tee-shirt he was wearing. It was then Hermione could see what Cheryl liked in him.
"Ok, ok," Hermione said raising her hands innocently in the air. "Maybe we should do something else."
"Thank you," He said panting. He sat on the wooden floor.
Hermione couldn't help but join her counterpart on the floor. They have both been working on this dance for almost a week and a half. They only had about a week and a half to perfect their routine. Hermione sat in deep thought; she knew that Blaise wasn't going to get any routine down in that time. So she knew that she was going to have to forego the idea of dancing all together. Maybe, just maybe she could speak to Juilliard representative about setting up a proper audition.
"So what else do you think we can do for the show?" Blaise said interrupting her thoughts.
"Well, maybe," She paused taking a sip of water. "Maybe we can astound the crowd by doing some cheesy muggle magic tricks?"
Blaise looked at her incredulously.
"It's an idea. I don't see you coming up with anything better." She said smiling.
"Well you are supposed to be the smartest witch of the age," He replied reciprocating her smile.
"I wonder what Malfoy and Pansy are doing," She blurted out.
Yes, it is true. Hermione had indeed wondered what Malfoy and Pansy were up to. She couldn't help but think about it. It has been long since her anger had dissipated. She stole glances at him in the corridors. She still remembered the pathetic words he tried to pass off as an apology. Her attention was now focused on the floor, waiting for Blaise's respond to her comment. She couldn't help but miss him. Even though they had hit this unavoidable roadblock she couldn't help but miss him as a dance partner.
"Malfoy and Pansy aren't doing anything," Blaise responded.
Hermione turned her attention to her partner.
"What do you mean, I thought that she would jump at the chance at being Malfoy's partner. She seemed eager to do so when she found that I wanted you for my new partner." Hermione interjected.
"No, as she told me she thought it was the best to her advantage to stay with Weasley. She said they have been perfecting their routine for quite sometime." He replied.
Hermione could feel her heart drop. She had forgotten that Pansy was originally partnered up with Ron.
"We could sing a duet together," He suggested getting to his feet.
Hermione wasn't listening to him. She could feel the panic rushing through her body. Pansy knows everything. She knew that Ron hadn't found about her and Malfoy, or he would had let it be known. She knew that Ginny hadn't told on her yet. Pansy had all the information to ruin her. Hermione knew that she wasn't going to get back together with Ron. She knew that after having her taste of Malfoy that she could find a greater love than Ron. It wasn't for the fear of him knowing that would ruin her chances to get back together with him, it was more of a fear of ruining such a great friendship, even if he wasn't talking to her at the present moment.
She stood up, she needed to go see Pansy. "Ok its fine, pick something and let me know." She grabbed her things and made her way out the door and towards the dungeons.
Somehow the fact that he and Hermione weren't partners any longer got out. The real reason why they weren't partners anymore was mere speculation among his peers. The only people who knew what really happened were a select few. He felt the crunch of the frosty grown beneath him. His cloak rippled in the bitter wind as he made his way around the lake.
He had been coming to the lake more often since his last argument with Hermione. He found the time alone and the wind refreshing to everything that was going on inside the castle. He still didn't decide yet on what he was going to do about the talent showcase. He was surprised that Pansy hadn't asked him what he was going to do. She had to know that he didn't have a partner anymore.
He looked down at the inky black liquid that was the lake. The showcase was less than two weeks away, and the representative from Juilliard was still going to come. If Hermione wasn't going to take advantage of this opportunity, he was. He then came to a conclusion. He was going to go at it alone.
He took one look at the lake as one of the giant squid's tentacles rose up to greet him. He turned to look at the castle which windows were filled with warm light as if inviting to come back to the warmth. He decided that he would accept their invitation, and made his way back to the castle.
Hermione was pacing up and down the corridor where the Slytherin common room was located. She knew the password but was afraid of going in. Normally she wouldn't be afraid, but going into the place where she was prejudice against was something not to take lightly. She only needed to talk to Pansy to reason with her. Even as she thought about it she knew that she was fighting a battle not worth fighting. Pansy knows that she has the upper hand and can drop the bomb on her at anytime to Ron. Plus Pansy wouldn't even care, because she did have Malfoy at one point or other.
Well maybe it was better for Ron to find out this way. She knew that this was no good, because if Ron knew then Harry would know and Harry wouldn't talk to her either. There was only one way of stopping it and she was right through that wall.
"Pure," She whispered to the blank wall.
Malfoy was strolling at his leisure down towards the Slytherin common room when he heard it. He heard a pair of voices talking eagerly. It was coming from the empty classroom to his right. He looked and to his surprise he saw Pansy and Ron talking low to one another. They were pouring over books. He knew that it had to be for the performance but he ignored it. He felt relieved to finally have decided on something. He continued walking along the corridor. He found the familiar bit of wall and whispered the password.
"Get out of here mudblood!" A voice yelled.
He looked around the common room.
"Thirty points from Slytherin," A very familiar voice called out. "Now does anyone know where she is?"
He looked around the room to see a very frustrated Hermione gazing about the room.
"You don't belong here," Said another voice.
Everyone around the common room was looking at her disgusted. No one was making a sound. She ran a soft hand through her curly bushy ringlets. He could see her form nicely through her dance attire that she was wearing. Her skin was glowing with pink as if she just got off the dance floor. His hands ached to touch her, to feel the warmth of her body, but he had to resist.
"Granger what do you need?" He called out to her in his usual icy manner.
She turned and caught his gaze. It felt as though it took her an eternity to speak.
"I need Parkinson. You haven't seen her have you?" She questioned.
"No." He replied. "I think it's best if you leave."
She gave him a curt nod and took her leave. She walked passed him, the scent of her filled his nose. His head swam and his hunger for her was at breaking point. He followed her out the common room.
Once the door turned back into its usual blank wall he called after her. She was only a couple of feet a head of him.
"No Malfoy, not now, I don't want to talk to you." She threw back at him over her shoulder.
"You are going to have to talk to me sooner or later." He said to her.
He could see that she was slowing down just a little. He was hoping that she might do this.
"Now you listen," He said to her finally catching her gaze after days of not feeling the hazel warmth.
She just stared at him. He didn't know what to say to her. So he decided not to mess this moment up with words. He needed to touch her. Before she had time to react he took her arms and placed them in their usual frame. She tried to fight him but he wouldn't let her go.
"Let me go, you're hurting me," She said looking him straight in the eye.
"Now if you really wanted me to let you go, you would have kicked me by now," He replied looking at her feet.
"Malfoy," She said quietly, her voice filled with venom. "Let me go."
"No." He replied back.
He could see the fire burning in her eyes. He began humming a very familiar song. It was the song from their performance. It was the song from their very sexy samba. He began leading her, a little forcibly at first, but she soon followed along. He could see that passion burn through her body. He smiled at her and her face instantly turned sour. She stamped hard on his foot.
The pain seared through his foot and he flinched. He dipped her and brought her back up, this time pulling her close to his body. He had almost forgot that they were in the middle of the corridor. She tried to pull away but he wasn't letting her go. His skin rejoiced in feeling hers again. It was almost as if he had forgotten it's texture. She stamped on his foot again.
His heart was racing but he didn't let her go. He pushed her up roughly against the wall.
"Now you will listen to me," He whispered.
He looked to her gaze. He realized that he hadn't been this close to her since the night before everything got out of hand. He remembered the last time his lips had touched hers. She was gazing at him, not fearful, but resolved. She wasn't ready to listen to him, just not yet.
"What Malfoy," She said angrily.
Her blood was boiling and his was too, both for completely different reasons.
"What do you want?" She asked.
He kissed her hungrily, not letting go of her. She pushed him off of her. She was panting but he went in again touching her, tasting her, teasing her. He couldn't help himself, he was hooked. He could feel her resolve slowly dissolve away.
"I hate you," She said angrily.
"I hate you too," He replied kissing her again. They were tearing at each other, both hungry, and both wanting each other. He could hear her moan softly which made him want her even more. He always loved the sounds that she made. His fingers wew now in her bushy locks, his tongue teased hers softly.
Malfoy was afraid that they wouldn't make it back to her room. She was now pulling at his flaxen locks as his hands found their way under her shirt.
"So this is what you do with my sloppy seconds," A voice called out.
Malfoy pulled himself from Hermione and turned to see a very pleased Pansy, and a very angry Weasley. Hermione looked shocked.
"Now see, I was thinking that I was going to have to plot and plan, but your recklessness did the job for me." She said laughing.
Hermione looked to Ron and back to Malfoy.
"So is this why you broke up with me?" Weasley replied quietly.
Hermione moved forward as to explain herself.
"Don't come near me," He said quietly. He turned on his heel and left.
A/n: So yes… I am so sorry for the long delay and the very short chapter. I know it is far from satisfying and for that I apologize. I am so sorry guys I have been busy with so much school that my head is spinning. I am going home for the first time since I left for school. I just had 2 midterms and a paper this week, so I have been very busy. I wanted to put this chapter up as soon as I got the chance because I know how patiently you have been waiting for the new chapter. I will try to post again soon in the next few weeks before the next wave of exams, but I definitely have to catch up on school work. So sorry for the delay everyone.
As Always… Cherbi161