DON'T HATE ME!

I'm sorry it's been like two months. There is no excuse. Well, there is. I've moved from England back to Canada. Which is sort of depressing. But exciting. And tiring. And a whole assortment of other things but you know. Anyhow. Here's another chapter. I'm sorry it's so short. I just wanted to get something up for you guys to have.

Now that I'm all settled back into Canadian lifestyle, apart from my half accent, I will try to get some more writing done. I hope you enjoy this one. Please please please please please review!

Chapter 14

Tuesday, March 10th, 1998

It has been two days since we went to visit Nicolas Rosillo, or Grant, or whatever he went by. It has been two days, and since then Hermione has been in my room researching! Doesn't she realize we are supposed to be on holiday?

I've been spending my time smoking more weed and playing billiards with Blaise, Potter and the Weasel (him and I are still not on friendly terms).

Don't get me wrong, I want to know who this idiot is just as much as she does, but at this point in time, I'd much rather hang out. I can't be bothered now. I've come to the conclusion that he's too much of a coward to truly show his face. If he was that serious about Hermione, he would have made a proper move by now. I'm sick of waiting around and wondering when the bastard is going to show his face.

Whenever I mentioned this to Hermione, she would brush me off and tell me that she's so close. So, when she walked into the entertainment room, I was surprised to see that she wasn't ecstatic. We were in an intermission between pool games and Potter, Blaise and I were sitting around smoking a joint. Potter and Blaise finished it off just as Hermione walked into the room and they were racking up another game of pool with Weasley.

"What's up?" I asked her, taking her hand and pulling her down to sit on my lap.

"I've reached a dead end," she replied, leaning her head onto my shoulder.

"Well, what did you find out?"

"That there was a private adoption eighteen years ago and the family that adopted placed extra charms and enforced extra paperwork to ensure their anonymity. From what I can gather, the child that was adopted shouldn't have ever been told their real name until the day of their eighteenth birthday. So, whoever the hell it is must be eighteen. How many of our classmates are already eighteen?"

"How should I know? Probably about half," I shrug.

Hermione sighs against my shoulder and snuggles in slightly.

I was about to suggest that we go somewhere more private when a familiar owl swooped into the room. I was bracing myself for the owl to deliver a message to either myself, Hermione or Potter but instead the owl flew over to Theo. The brown feathered animal landed on Blaise's shoulder and held its leg out for him to untie the scroll of parchment attached. Once the letter had been removed from his leg, the owl flew out of the room again. I stared in shock but quickly looked away when Blaise looked over to Hermione and me.

Is Blaise Zabini actually Nicolas Grant? He's been my closest friend at school since first year, how is this possible? No, it's not possible, is it?

"Let's go for a walk, babe," I suggested.

"Mmm, do we have too? I'm really comfy," Hermione murmured into my ear.

"I promise, it will be worth it," I smirked.

Hermione nodded and got up off my lap. Standing up, I took her hand and led her out of the entertainment room. Once we reached the stairwell, I all but dragged Hermione back towards my room at top speed.

"Draco, slow down!" Hermione commanded. I ignored her and kept going, pulling her along behind me.

Once we entered my room, I closed the door, locked them and placed extra privacy spells on them.

"Blaise is Nicolas Grant!"

Hermione looked at me like I was that three headed dog that the oaf Hagrid owns.

"You're delusional. There's no way that Blaise is Nicolas Grant!"

"What do you mean? Look, just now in the entertainment room, the owl that's been delivering all those letters to us flew into the room and gave Blaise a letter. Why would Nicolas Grant be sending Blaise letters? Apart from me, Blaise has no connection to you. Apart from the fact that he's apparently been crushing hard on you all year."

Hermione sighed and laughed at me a little bit.

"I love your enthusiasm, Draco, but Blaise is not Nicolas Grant. To start with, Blaise was there when we discovered the birth father of our 'friend'. There were no similarities between the two, and to boot, Blaise's family lives next door. I realize Blaise's mother is a bit of a, well, she gets around, but Blaise's father was married to his mother when Blaise was born, right? Secondly, Nicolas Grant wouldn't learn his real name until he's eighteen, and I thought Blaise's birthday was at the end of August?"

I sigh, shaking my head. "His birthday is October thirteenth, but he's a year older than all of us. He turned eighteen last year, just like you. Theo's is the end of August, I think. So, Blaise is old enough to know if he is Nicolas Grant or not!"

"Draco, you are accusing your best friend of this! And besides, that being said, you also just said that Theo is old enough to know if he's Nicolas Grant, so he could be him for all we know!"

A thought crossed my mind at that moment. Theo. Theo. Theo. Theo had been moody when Hermione mentioned she didn't know who the Grants were. Theo lived in a family house in North Yorkshire.

"It's Theo," I said, looking at Hermione.

"Draco, you can't just go around accusing your friends of being someone else," Hermione smiled.

"It is. I guarantee it. The owl that delivered the letter to Blaise earlier, I bet if we ask him, he'll tell us that it's Theo's. Guaranteed. And, remember how Theo acted when we were talking about the Grant family. Look everyone is going home on Friday anyways, so when we get back to England, we'll get permission to look in the Ministry archives and then we'll go from there."

"Pray tell, how are we going to get access to the Ministry archives? They require special permission."

"Easy," I smirk to her. "I'll get my father to get permission for me and a guest to enter. Then we'll go when we can."

"Speaking of your father," Hermione looked down. "Are you planning on telling him about us?"

Well, no. I'm not planning on telling my father. I'd like to live to graduate from Hogwarts and see my eighteenth birthday.

"Erm, well, did you want me to tell him?" I asked, cautiously.

"No. Yes. Kind of. I don't know. I don't want to have to hide it all but I don't want him to come after me and kill me either."

"Why don't I see how he acts the first few days while I'm at home, and then go from there? For all we know, he already knows about it all. I mean the whole school knows, someone could have easily told him. And, my mother knows, so…" I drifted off.

"Okay. Fair enough. Also, there's something else I wanted to talk to you about," Hermione said, sitting on my bed.

"What's that?" I asked, moving to sit beside her.

"We still haven't really talked about the University situation."

Sighing, I nodded. "I realize that, and I'm sorry. I just don't know where I want to go. I'm not even sure what I want to do yet."

Hermione nodded, "I know. So, that being said, I was going to make a proposition."

"I'm listening."

Hermione then went on to explain to me how she thought we should take the next week of the holiday and spend it thinking on which University is best suited for ourselves and not going to a University simply because the other is planning on attending it. We narrow it down to two schools each, and if there is one similar, then we can discuss attending it together, and if they are two different schools, we should consider going our separate ways.

I process everything she's just said. She's considering the possibility that we may not be together next year, and here I was assuming we'd just go somewhere together.

Gods, I can be such a girl sometimes. This is not good.

"That's a good idea, but what about going to the archives?"

"You can go alone? Besides, I really need to spend this week with my parents. This will be the last time I'll see them really before uni. It's just that I'll be at the Burrow this summer so I won't see them much."

Hmm. Well, that's possible. I wouldn't really know where to look if I was alone, but it won't be that hard, right?

"Okay, fine. We'll play by your rules. But I expect one hell of a goodbye kiss on Friday."

Wednesday, March 11th, 1998

The rest of Tuesday passed uneventfully. I tried to act as normal as possible around Blaise and Theo, but grilled them as subtlety as possible about what I did know.

"Theo, your house, did you say it was given to you or is it a family home?"

"It was a wedding gift for my parents from the community they lived in," Theo replied before eyeing me suspiciously. "Why?"

"No, I was just wondering. I just realised that I've never been to your house," I shrugged it off.

"Oh, well come over next week then."

"I might, thanks."

"Draco!" a voice called from behind me. Turning, I saw Pansy, Daphne Greengrass, Millicent Bulstrode and a Ravenclaw girl I couldn't remember the name of.

"What?" I asked.

"We were just thinking we should go out to a club again tonight. Everyone had such a good time last time, so we were thinking of organizing a night out in Venice. Like, going for a meal and then out to the clubs, how does that sound?"

"Sure, Pansy, do whatever you want, just remind people that they are responsible for themselves."

"Muggle or Magical, Pans?" Blaise asked.

"What would you suggest, you're the local."

"Muggle. The dance music is better and they have more to drink. You lot need to try a porn star!"

"Excuse me?" The Ravenclaw piped up, clearly shocked at what she just heard.

"What?" Blaise asked, clearly confused.

"I've heard the rumours about your promiscuity, but I will not be having sex with a porn star like a common prostitute."

Blaise laughed at the girl. "Relax, Lisa, it's a drink, not the film star."

"Oh, ha ha," the girl called Lisa laughed self consciously.

-.-

Later that day, everyone was in the foyer waiting for instructions and dressed up for the night. There were thirty five of us going and how the girls had managed to find a place that would cater to us all on such short notice is beyond me but they did. And it was a muggle place at that. They had also set up portkeys for us all so we wouldn't have to apperate there, but we would have to apperate back.

"Remember, you're all responsible for yourselves!" Pansy shouted before her portkey lifted her up and out of sight.

A few moments later, I was travelling with Hermione, Blaise, Theo, Potter, Weasley and the boy named Terry Boot.

When we arrived, we quickly dusted ourselves off and continued on our way towards the restaurant. We entered the grand restaurant and we were led to a long table that had been set for us at the back of the dining room.

We all chatted amicably and laughed over wine before we ordered. Eventually we ordered and continued to chat after that. It was nice. I never thought I'd say that. Hermione was sat opposite me and chatting to Hannah Abbott who was sat next to her. I turned to talk to the person beside me, again I couldn't remember their name, but we got into a heated conversation about Quidditch.

The meal passed without much incident and the food was magnificent, I had the smoked salmon to start, followed by the tagliatelle carbonara. When we were finished eating, we sat around polishing off the bottles of wine. We paid the bill and the girls led us out of the restaurant to the club we would be going too. Hermione was walking in front of me with Potter and I took this opportunity to check her out.

She was in those strappy silver heels again, and in a little black dress that she polished off with a silver charm bracelet, necklace and earrings. Damn, my girl was hot.

When we reached the club, we paid our cover and made our way to the bar. Grabbing a hold of Hermione's wrist, I led her away from the group and towards the dance floor.

We danced to the heavy techno beat that was radiating through the club and worked up a thirst over the course of a half hour. We made our way to the bar to get a drink and then went to find Potter and Weasley, her choice, not mine.

"Hermione! There you are! I wanted to have a dance with you!" Weasley called out over the music.

"Sure, Ron! Just let me get myself cooled off for a minute."

Weasley nodded before shooting a look my way.

"Keep your grabby hands to yourself, Weasley."

The redhead scoffed at me and rolled his eyes. It took all of my self control to not punch him in the face at that moment.

"Relax, Draco, it's just a dance," Hermione smiled and kissed me on the cheek after downing her drink. "Come on, Ron."

Weasley followed my girlfriend onto the dance floor and I stood beside Potter, forcing myself not to hex the ginger buffoon into ashes.

"Relax, man. Ron won't try anything, and besides, Hermione wouldn't do anything to betray you anyways. Once you earn her loyalty, it's there to stay."

"Good to know," I murmur, taking a sip of my beer.

"Lighten up, we are on holiday, remember?" Potter chuckled.

"Yeah, yeah."

"Come on, let's go out for a smoke," Potter suggested.

"What about Hermione and Weasley?"

"They'll be fine. My gods, you are a worry wart Draco Malfoy. And a jealous son of a bitch. Ron's not going to do anything to her and he wouldn't let anyone else do anything to her."

"Fine," I agreed after a moment. Perhaps a bit of weed would help me not want to kill the ginger weasel.

-.-

"There they are!" I heard someone yell that sounded a lot like Hermione. Turning in the direction of the voice, I saw Hermione emerge from the throng of bodies on the dance floor, immediately followed by Weasley.

"Where were you?" she asked when she reached us.

"We went out for a smoke," I explained, motioning to Potter.

"Okay," Hermione smiled, leaning onto me. "I'm so hot! Blaise and Theo just went to get us drinks."

As if on cue, Blaise and Theo showed up with a tray full of shots and other beverages.

"Right, everyone has to do a pornstar!" Blaise instructed handing out shot glasses full of a purple liquid.

Once everyone had their shot glasses, we clinked glasses and did our shots.

"That is so good!" Hermione exclaimed.

"I know, right?" Blaise winked at her.

"Here, try this one. This is called a fuzzy navel," Theo explained, handing out more shots to everyone.

"Not nearly as appealing as a pornstar," Potter laughed.

Once doing those shots, we all sat down for a few minutes before Potter got up and asked Hermione for a dance. I watched as Hermione and Potter headed for the dance floor. The girls that organized the event right then came up and started talking to us. After a moment, Blaise led Millicent onto the dance floor, Theo followed with Daphne, Weasley with the girl called Lisa and I was left at the table with Pansy.

"Come on, Drake. Dance with an old friend?" Pansy asked, holding her hand out.

Not seeing the harm in it, I took her hand and we made our way towards the hot, sweaty group of people. We danced endlessly, switching partners from time to time. By the time I had Hermione back to myself, she was thirsty once more so we went to get a drink.

"Goodness, Theo is a good dancer, did you know that?" Hermione asked as I paid for our drinks.

Why would I know that?

"No, I didn't."

"Well, he really is a good dance. Blaise is alright too I suppose, although like last time, he was a little hands on. But Theo… WOW!" Hermione exclaimed excitedly before taking a sip from her beverage.

"Okay," I said, slowly. Why is she going on about my friend's dancing? Someone who might be Nicolas Grant even.

We sat down at a table and began making out before everyone returned to sit with us, while Potter and Weasley got the drinks this time.

When they returned we had been given two more shot glasses each.

"This one," Potter explained holding up the first glass, "is called a 'French Kiss'. Bottoms up!"

We all did that shot and it was ridiculously sweet.

"And this one," Weasley held up the second shot glass, "is called a 'Pierced Buttery Nipple'"

"That's almost as disturbing as 'Fuzzy Navel'!" Blaise laughed.

We did those shots and went out to dance again. We continued the night like that. Dancing, rotating dance partners, other classmates joined us from time to time, we'd take a break and two people would go to the bar and choose two more shots for us to try.

By the time we were finished it was nearly three in the morning.

I escorted Hermione from the club and onto the street.

"Draco," Hermione slurred. "I think I'm too drunk to apperate."

Great. Well, side along will just make her feel worse, but that's all I can think of at the moment.

"Well, I can take you by side along, but you'll probably be sick when we get back."

"Just apperate into your bathroom and put me by the toilet. But you have to leave; I don't want you watching me be sick."

Without arguing, I took hold of her and apperated back to my bathroom.

Hermione stood and closed her eyes for a minute.

"I'm fine," she nodded. "I'm not going to be sick."

"Okay, well let's get you to bed then," I suggested.

Hermione nodded, swaying from side to side a bit. "I'm just going to brush my teeth; I'll meet you out there in a minute."

I left her in peace and went into my room to undress and climb into bed. A few minutes later, Hermione emerged from the bathroom. I looked over to see her walking towards me, completely naked.

"I absolutely love your body," I growled, feeling myself start to get hard.

"Do you?" she purred in my ear as she climbed onto the bed.

"You have no idea," I smirked.

"Well then, prove it," Hermione whispered to me.

I didn't need any more prodding. I went to work worshipping her body, and after a while, she returned some of the favour before I had to force her off of me because I couldn't take it anymore.

I pushed her onto her back and entered her at full force. Hermione gasped as I continued and began moaning even more than she had been.

Just before I released my seed into her, her inner muscles clenched around my cock in orgasmic spasms.

"Oh, BLAISE!" were the words that came out of her mouth.

-.-

Dun, dun, dun. What's going on now?

Anyhow, again, I'm sorry its short, but things have been mental, and I'll try to have another chapter up in the next couple of weeks. Like I said, now that I'm all settled into my routine, it will be easier for me to sit down and get some stuff written out.

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