(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 20...
It was much later, after many inconsequential things had been discussed, dissected and argued over that both foes retreated into the warm haven, more known as Granger chalet. And as both bid their goodbyes and goodnights with much dry remarks shot from either posts, an unwanted grin would shine as they walked away into their slumbering territory; the small portion of happiness that they had vowed to conceal till the damned war was over, retreating back with small sly steps one comparative to a spy, sprinkling both magical beings with gold and silver sparkles of fairy dust, otherwise known in the realm world as hope.
22nd Day of Summer...
Chapter 21 – Dessert
The opposed of stressed is dessert. ~Anon.
"You are abnormally cheerful."
"And you, Malfoy, are lacking thou art of being cheerful."
Draco covered his sceptic snort behind an unbelievable fit of coughs, though stopped almost immediately when he caught Hermione's hard and probing stare. Placing on a smug smirk to which he knew would most definitely bring in an ounce of annoyance in her mind; he shot her a matching set of conceitedness with a wink for bonuses. "Good morning love." He hummed in welcome and she shot him a displeased look at his grand greeting.
"Well it isn't now." She countered, turning around in time to miss the twitch of his lips that signified his amusement.
"Now, now Granger." Began Draco in a reprimanding tone. "I thought we were supposed to be cheerful?" He teased meticulously, moving himself into the kitchen and gracing the atoms around her surroundings with his superior presence.
Yet another look was shot his way. "You wrecked it." She deadpanned though even she couldn't ignore the lightness to her blunt retort.
He feigned surprise. "I did?" He questioned ingenuously.
He smirked subtly as his eyes caught Hermione's eyes fall into a mini eye-roll before she shot him a playful-scolding look. "Do you want me to answer that?" She asked rhetorically and his silent reply was an arch of his brow. "You always seem to carry this aura around you." She continued whilst cracking some eggs into a bowl.
Draco's lips twitched wider at the corners and brows furrowed in amusement at her words. "Angelic?" He supplied with an arrogant grin.
His satisfaction lasted very little. Or so in his opinion. His over-flattering ego was paused short when Hermione snorted in a un-lady like manner. He just about caught the small shake of her head before she shot him another look that he couldn't pinpoint exactly. "Devilish." She contradicted.
He guffawed. "I'll have you know that most women find that attribute sexy." Draco pointed out with dominant features.
Sprinkling some salt into the omelette mixture, Hermione shot Draco a look over her shoulder; one that indicated disbelief and bemusement. "Let me be the first to inform you, you're drunk." She retaliated and he smirked.
"Scarcely." He licked his teeth to aggravate Hermione and soon enough his prayers were answered as a miniscule glare was hit towards him.
"I don't know what idiot informed you of such –"
"I assure you my mind is no idiot –?"
"But I hardly think being the devil's spawn is something to fawn over." Finished Hermione before turning off the cooker and walking over to the table, laying down Draco's and her own meal of the day.
"Why Granger, by now you must know how ladies grovel over bad boys." Draco said as he followed suit, seating himself across from Hermione at the table.
In response, Hermione snorted though sent him yet another stern look as she poured herself a mug of coffee. "Coffee?" She asked him and he nodded, staying silent for a few moments as she poured his empty mug to the brim with dark liquid. "You're head needs to come back to planet Earth Malfoy." She then broke the silence with her clipped words. "No lady would fancy a horrid brat as her beau."
"Brat?" Echoed Draco with cynicism. "I hope you're not referring to me." He smirked boyishly when Hermione huffed at his light-hearted words.
"Oh you and I both know that every word is referred to you. And only you Draco Malfoy." She said priggishly.
"I feel special." Draco wiped away a mock tear and a light stole his features when he cornered the corners of Hermione's lips twitch the slightest upwards. "And to no one other than the Hermione Granger."
He grinned when the remnants of Hermione's smile fit the broken puzzle, though the prize was it being sent his way. "It's Jean actually." Corrected Hermione is a soft tone and his brows furrowed in as he took a sip.
"I beg your pardon?"
"Jean's my middle name. So technically, it's Hermione Jean Granger." She explained as she took a bite of her breakfast.
His lips pursed at her words and he placed down his mug, leaning forward in inquisitiveness. "What kind of middle name is Jean?" He questioned ingenuously and took a bite of his egg.
"What kind of –" Hermione huffed in disbelief. Draco looked up suddenly when the sound of metal hitting solidified clay hit his ears and met a pair of sparkling gold that held irritance."This is coming from someone name Draco Lucius Malfoy?"
"It's my father's name." Defended Draco, suddenly wary of Hermione's reaction to his simply question.
"Well, if that's going to be the catch-all excuse for names then I'll have you know that Jean is my grandmother's."
"Snooty is not a good look on you." Cajoled Draco dryly as he took another bite of his warm breakfast. "Besides, it could be worse. If I'd have had siblings, they'd be named along the line of Orion and Scorpius." He shrugged.
Hermione's nose scrunched up in slight mortification at his words. "You're right. That is much worse." She then leant forward with a curious expression on her tawny-like features. "But seriously, what is it with your family's obsession with constellations?"
"It's tradition." Was Draco's simple answer. "That's how it's always been."
Hermione, apparently, didn't seem convinced. "So you're not even going to question it?"
Frowning at Hermione's determination, Draco too, placed his utensils down and stared long and hard at the witch before him, who seemed to be unaffected by his stare. "Question what?" He spoke. "I happen to like my name."
Something seemed to go off in that mind of hers as a minute later she breathed in a fresh wave of air before tipping her head down. "Alright, fine." He raised a brow at the sudden words of defeat but soon found his questions answered as Hermione opened her mouth once again. "But riddle me this." Draco ran a hand down his face but nonetheless waved his hand at her to continue. "Let's say you hoodwinked some ditz into procreating with you –"
"Procreating?" Draco cut off bemused. "Are you always this devastatingly romantic?"
"–The two of you somehow manage to have a son –"
"Somehow?" Once again Draco seemed it fit to interrupt Hermione's theory with his tone of incredulity at her assumptions. He shot her a solemn stare. "It's not that complicated Granger. If you didn't pick holes and over-analyse everything, you'd have some personal experience by now and –"
"–That's not the point, Malfoy." Her words spoke different volumes from the warning glare she then proceeded to shoot his way. "You have a son." She then diverted the topic beforehand. "What do you name him?" She asked.
He scoffed out loud harshly and she laced her fingers together primly, leaning forward, feigning interest in what he had to say now. "I'm not going to answer that."
His words seemed to have backfired through a visual, as a smirk crept up on Hermione's lips in victory. "I knew it!" She exclaimed and he barely managed to stifle the groan upon noticing the odd gleam in her eye. "You better hope you have a daughter because little Scorpius will never live it down." She then advised to him, her tone changing to significance.
"As opposed to Hermione?" Countered Draco smoothly. "Only a nuthouse would consider that an average, run-of-the-mill name."
"Hey, have you seen Hermione?"
"I don't know." Alexis frowned at her clipped response. Then, "You're her friend aren't you?" Stepping, in what her friend would entitle it as 'dangerous territory', into the living room, she walked up to the wizard who lacked courtliness that moment.
"Moody bloke aren't you?" She said.
"Excuse me?"
Draco glanced up warily at the blonde who settled herself beside him on the sofa. He had just stolen a gold moment away from the hysteria of smiling brunettes and all-knowing Italians' to recover his crumbling composure; yet to find his luck wearing thin as the extra member of the clan chose to please his personal space with her prickling wisdom.
She smiled crookedly at his incredulous reply and shook her mane of curls at him in a reprimanding manner. "I see you doing nothing but groan most of the time." She began.
"You be glad it's not all of the time." Grumbled Draco in response, fidgeting slightly in his seat at the odd stare Alexis seemed to be holding upon him.
"Well," she began, drawling the word out a tad longer than necessary, "that's evidently because of Hermione." She cut to the chase and a frown morphed onto Draco's features.
Turning in his seat so he was facing her her fully, he shot her a dark look. "Do I need to drop off you to the nearest mental asylum?"
"Ha ha." Alexis rolled her eyes as she inspected her nails apathetically and he watched her with suspicious eyes; his pair of mercurial slates inspecting her for her next move. "You're good." She then began, her tone not losing its carefree nonchalance, "but not that good."
"And what," Draco sneered, "you have a higher expectancy on...what the bloody hell are you on about?" He stopped half-way with a look of puzzlement when he realised he had the faintest of clues what the muggle was on about, though the inkling conscience he had barred away deep inside his walls began to peep through the cracks, whispering words that did nothing but drive him mad.
As for Alexis, the blonde let her eyes meet his for the first time since their short encounter of the day, and all he could decipher in the sparkles of her pupils was solemnity he hadn't seen for most of his stay over at Granger's. Her snort broke him out of his dazed stupor. "Gosh," she breathed with a humorous tone, "I forget how you and Hermione are so similar."
The scowl returned and the lighter blonde shot her a look of charred disgust. "Me, a Gryffindor?" He scoffed haughtily yet disgustedly and she raised a brow at his reaction, finding herself interested at the sudden rejoinder to her words. "That's pathetic."
"Well that's what you clearly must be since you've fallen for one."
His eyes snapped to hers at a dangerously fast rate, his breaths suddenly falling shallower and gruffer as he raked his vision over her serene-like features. He took the quick moment to allow his muddles senses to fall back into place before his features began to contort into an unattractive look of repulsion.
"Piss off."
He seemed to be falling under a habit.
Getting tongue-tied. Especially around those he had thought more worthless than elves. Though it was one of those things he would positively hate to admit, it was just also one of those rare things that couldn't not be acknowledged. He, himself, knew it was pointless to be in denial of such small things. However, getting lows to your pride continuously from two girls brought up by muggle heritage wasn't exactly counted as small.
He may just count himself as barking mad, but he found an odd sense wash over him when he caught the gaze of Alexis. She was a ball of bubbles, yes to that, but there was that feeling he couldn't pinpoint exactly that left him confused and searching for more. It was just small glimpses she would hit his way that would leave him penetrating through his own layers trying to find any crack of clues that would help him identify the scheming expression she would hold. Something that could help him break away the thoughtfulness she would leave on for the rest of the day when she would catch him losing his guard in front of Hermione.
"You and I both know it's going to take a miracle for me to leave. Especially now that the conversation has turned interesting." Alexis' sharp words cut him off and his scowl deepened at the corners, a dark shadow befalling his features.
"This was a conversation?" Was his snarky reply.
"You know, all that sarcasm you use will rebound and slap you on the face one day." The muggle stated coolly.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Demanded Draco, his temper flaring, and his insides churning in a bothersome feeling.
"Karma's a bitch." Was her only reply.
He sneered. "Well whatever it is, it can't be worse that Granger's punch." The words slipped out of his tongue before his mind could process the situation before him clearly. He noted the sly grin that crawled up Alexis' face slowly and opened his mouth to bite back his words. "Don't you dare think of saying what I think you're going to say." He ordered darkly and she merely shot him a simple smirk. Simple yet aggravating.
"What you think?" She retorted smartly.
"What I know." He replied through gritted teeth. "So thank you for the words of obvious advice," he drawled hoping to change the form of their conversation, "you can –"
"And there you go again." Cut off Alexis with furrowed brows. "That's what I mean; there will be a time one day that people are going to take you literally. Every word that slips out of that tongue will be assumed as indirect cynicism."
"Hey, can you blame me if they turn out to be fucking crackpots." Defended Draco.
"Insulting people won't get you respect either." Pointed out Alexis primly.
"What are you, my mother?" Sneered Draco in response.
"You could wish." Shrugged Alexis.
"I don't;" Draco shook his head resolutely, "so piss off."
"Why don't you make me?" Retaliated Alexis, the annoyance of Draco's stubbornness to not let things go catching up to her mind. Draco didn't respond; instead chose to give her dark glares as he watched her settle herself more comfortably on the seat beside him. "How about this?" Alexis then suddenly proposed, a shine concealing her eyes. "We make a short wager on –"
Draco's scoff cut her off, followed with the words, "I'll pass."
"Don't be difficult." Chastised Alexis, her eyes raking over his hard features with seriousness. "You tell me about your true feelings about Hermione and I'll –"
"When pigs fly." Snorted Draco but stopped immediately when the phrase was let out of his lips. Eyes wide, he took the risk of glancing over at Alexis to find it a mistake as once again, yet another smug expression was being held his way.
"You" began Alexis slowly, "you know of that expression?" She asked slowly, finding some sort of immense pleasure in watching Draco squirm uncomfortably at the sudden wash of knowledge. He didn't answer but averted his eyes. "Hermione told you?" She then pressed, knowing it was near impossible for him to realise of such unless he had read of something based around her normal culture. Her response was the usual silence, though the give-away was the sudden clenching of Draco's jaw when she asked him the pressed question. "See!" She then proceeded to exclaim joyfully, when the lasting of her facade broke due to silent happiness. "It can't be that bloody difficult now to tell me when you –"
"I don't think," cut off Draco coldly, "you understand the concept of piss off."
"And I don't think you understand the notion of the impossible."
"Why has it got possible laced within it?" Questioned Draco harshly, still holding his harsh manners and not looking at her.
"You tell me." Countered Alexis calmly. She watched him through hooded eyes as his jaw continued clenching, a faint vein beginning to show at the rough edge where his neck would then show. For such a guarded man, he was turning out to be predictable. He would pull back at the first sight of an uncomfortable topic, which gave Alexis and Hermione, too, more insight into him than he would possibly be comfortable with. It took her some time, but she did learn how to read the glimpses that appeared through the subtle cracks.
She never pushed at those cracks, though.
That was Hermione's job.
"It's not a crime to admit what you feel, know that you've got strong points of evident said right before you." Alexis spoke, her tone soft yet unyielding. Something Draco found she shared in common with her curly-haired friend.
"What would you know about crimes?"
"Liking someone is not a crime." Alexis stood firm by her words, her tone controlling better than Draco's gruff tone.
"Do you need to know of such things or is this some sort of planned mission to humiliate me?" Questioned Draco after moments of heavy silence.
"Admitting your attraction is no humiliating moment."
"That's what the outcasts would say."
"So I'm an outcast?" Pried Alexis, not letting Draco's words slip into making her feel hurt. They were just words. Words set out for defence. After all, she had been living with the bloke for a good three weeks – she should have gotten used to the injecting stabs he would poke.
He didn't answer her question.
And she felt an ounce of comfort at the silent confirmation.
"You always liked her," Alexis found it suddenly fit to uncurl his tight shell of wariness. She broke it with something she had sensed for a while, taking in the arguments, the topics of their conversations and restrained gestures.
"Not true." Grumbled the blonde through his tense composure.
"Oh please," Alexis rolled her eyes and looked at him as if he was a silly six-year old. "Not in the romantic sense. But you appreciated her and thought she was a worthy opponent." She explained, watching with hawk-like eyes the smallest of clues that would resolute in his breaking stance. "Unlike her two friends, Harry and Ronald, whom you seemed to deem less smart than you."
At her final words, a growl escaped through the menacing sigh he exhaled. "You know what I think. You know what I feel. You fucking know what's going on yet here you are, interrogating me pointlessly." He growled, angling his head so she could see the exhaustion underneath the bangs of restrictedness and secrets.
"Being able to accept something helps in the near-future where denial dangerously spreads at a constant pace."
"I don't know what you and Blaise assume will happen in the bloody future but here's a news flash." Said Draco. "You are no seers. Leave everything as it is." He gave her a pointed look. "You shouldn't find things that are meant to be lost."
Alexis tilted her head and stared at Draco through wide eyes. "W-what do you mean?"
He gave her a long, hard stare. "Some things are not meant to be found."
"I don't understand what it is with women and desserts."
"I can't comprehend what it is with men and their unnecessary juvenile remarks."
Draco's lips twisted at the corners at her words, and Hermione, feeling aware of his amusement craned her neck over her shoulders to shoot him a small smile. Waving a hand at the chair across from her, she welcomed his presence casually.
Taking a seat, Draco found himself easily settled and relaxed though that didn't stop the caution he held as he caught Hermione's relaxed posture. She sat on the made table on the deck, a pair of feminine glasses placed over the characteristics he favourite most, a serene-like expression on her golden features. "Juvenile?" He broke the silence with a crooked grin.
Lifting her glasses so they were perched on the basis of her head, she shot him an unidentifiable glance. "I'm not doing a world a favour by saying this as it will flatter your ego at some-point, but you are holding the title for making those juvenile annotations that is not wanted to be heard."
He shot her a look of infidelity. "Quite the opposite in fact." He licked his teeth and Hermione shot him a small smile that purely inferred harmless teasing. "I don't make juvenile remarks." He began and she erupted a sound at the base of her throat that stopped him short from any more sentences.
Coughing slightly, she waved her hand at him. "I beg your pardon; continue."
He shot her a look and she responded with an innocent expression. "I just state simple facts that people tend to miss out either due to idiocy or they just don't want it to be accredited."
Once again, her scoff of disbelief interrupted him and she didn't bother shooting him an apologetic expression. "They don't want to be acknowledged for a reason." She stated and he rolled his eyes. "And for your information, you turn the facts the other way around, turning them into an offender."
"Maybe that's what they attempt to be through words of subtle lies."
"Oh stop being so narcissistic and pretending to know everything." Chastised Hermione though her smile gave her 'no-nonsense' attitude away. "There are always two sides to a story you know." She explained and he pulled a face.
"Makes no difference. Ones to blame."
"That's not true." Hermione shook her head. "There are always the long-term and short-term causes that build into one problem."
"I don't follow."
"Well let's say Harry –" She stopped short when Draco sent her a look. "Fine, let's say Dean punched Seamus –"
"Do they have to be Gryffindor prime example?"
"Oh stop being childish." Snapped Hermione and he slumped in his chair, shooting her a glare for extra measures. "Dean may have had family problems going on for quite some time, or even problems with his girlfriend –"
"Good on you Weaslette –"
Hermione shot him a glare. "Or possibly the news of war looming on them was getting to his mind." Explained Hermione. "So Dean's walking around, slightly miserable and full of 'what if's' when Seamus comes along and plays a joke on say Neville –"
"Worst solution you could think of –" Draco shakes his head in shame.
"Do you want to get your arse hexed?" Questioned Hermione rhetorically. When Draco didn't answer, Hermione continued. "So Neville bumps into Dean causing quite a fumble to occur. Angry at the physical hit, he would then snap at the offender – in this case; Seamus and that's where the problem would start."
Draco shot her a look. "Where's Finnegan's line?"
"Well his, is pretty harmless too." Shrugged Hermione. "He played a joke on Neville; therefore the consequence wasn't something he had planned since his main attempt was on Neville and not Dean."
Draco nodded slowly, taking in Hermione's words through all different perspectives; pursing his lips at the odd flaws here and there. "But the offender was originally Thomas since he landed the punch." He began.
Hermione leant forward. "But there was a reason. In a way, Seamus' joke provoked him in some sort of form." She then angled her at him as if trying to read his incredulous expression. "If there's a reason, the situation becomes ten times easier to unfold."
The blonde stared at Hermione for a few moments, allowing his mind to register her words thoroughly. After a few odd beats, he snorted and waved his hand at her. "You Gryffindor's are too quick to see the good in something."
"Or someone." Added in Hermione in a small voice.
He leant back, purposely ignoring that she had said something. Hoping to find an exit route, he glanced around his surroundings, his lips dipping down at the corners when he noted the greenery around him before they landed at the offending object sat in the middle of the table.
In a glass bowl, filled with innovative patterns, were large scoops of ice-cream, all of which seemed to perk his interest in a taster. Hermione, seemingly watching his awkwardness seep into her own bibulous atmosphere, noted his eyes resting on her dessert and with a small smile conjured an extra spoon. Sliding it beside her, she sent it to the blonde whose mercurial eyes snapped to hers immediately.
Smiling, she jerked her chin to the ice-cream. He shot her his pursed lips in what seemed to be gratitude and she watched as he took a healthy portion of ice-cream onto his spoon before it was enveloped by his mouth. Averting her eyes at the gaping manners she held, she too busied herself by taking a hesitant bite of the cold dessert, finding immense pleasure at the taste wash over her.
"Back to our topic again," Draco's words broke her out of her food musing, and she glanced up in time to see him licking away the last of the cream on his spoon, "what is it with women and dessert?"
She rolled her eyes at his words but opened her mouth to answer nonetheless. "What are desserts spelled backwards?" She questioned, leaning back to let him figure the answer on his own.
His brows furrowed and his lips moved automatically as he began to form the word in his mind. "S-stressed?" He stated, puzzlement laced into his deep tone. She nodded and he shot her a confused look. "You're stressed?"
She felt panic hit her but covered the alarm quickly. "No; it's just a form of relieving any stress you may hold. And I felt like relaxing, so I thought a healthy portion of Ice-cream would do me good."
"No kidding." Snorted Draco, glancing over at the bowl of large scoops. Hermione shot him a playful glare and he smirked in return. "And then you would explode with all sorts of excuses because you think you've turned a bit pudgy from an angle."
At his words, Hermione leant forward, slightly hurt at his reference to women's complain of turning fat, and angry at the mere mention. "Excuse me?"
He shot her puzzled glance. "It wasn't meant to offend. Just an observation."
"Not all girls are drama queens when it comes upon their figures." Hermione began softly. "In fact it's just those specifics, you use those corny pick up lines on."
Draco looked surprised by her words and slightly appalled at her own suggestion. "I'll have you know; those pick-up lines have garnered many positive responses in the past."
Hermione glanced up at Draco with a raised brow. She cleared her throat, "I'm sure they have." She stated vaguely.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Malfoy questioned, anger hinting into his male tone.
"Alright; Shoot." Hermione leant back and Draco sent her a confused look. "Go on Malfoy. Use one of your lines on me and I'll be the judge of –"
"Do you know the Petrificus Totalus spell? Because you make me stiff." Hermione's lips almost immediately quivered in amusement and the next second, her laughter rung throughout the atmosphere around them. He shot her a look.
"Come on Malfoy." She giggled slightly, though kept the rest of her composure intact. "You can't honestly believe that those – that line works on ..." Hermione shook her head finding her words phrased wrong. She attempted again; "The witch or witches you would use that line on, aren't exactly..."
"Exactly what Granger?" Dared Draco and Hermione bit her lip in apprehension.
"Oh you know what I mean Malfoy." She half-groaned. "Don't pretend that you don't. You can't honestly tell me that any...respectable women would be anything other than repulsed if someone had told her they wanted to get their basilisk into her chamber of secrets." She scoffed.
Draco raised a brow contemplatively. "I've never thought of that one. That's a good one Granger!" He smirked at her appalled expression. "I tend to use something similar." He waited as if expecting Hermione to prompt him further and when she didn't, he continued. "You know Platform 9 and ¾? Well I know something else with the same exact measurements." He accompanied his words with a waggle of his eyebrows and Hermione couldn't stop the bubble of laughter erupting from her throat.
"Oh Merlin Malfoy!" She gasped out through giggles. "That's awful."
Malfoy pursed his lips in somewhat a grin in response. "It's not too bad, I've heard worse."
"What?" Questioned Hermione, leaning in to hear more. Much to her shame, she was interested in what the blonde had yet to say.
He turned to face her at a better angle. "You should have heard some of the lines flying around back in Hogwarts."
"Like what?" Her head tilted and her eyes widened in curiosity.
"Like how Hagrid wasn't the only giant on campus." He smirked.
Hermione let out a cry of mirth. "That's disgusting." She shook her head. "Oh Merlin, I wouldn't be able to look at Hagrid in the eye for months now." She shot him a look. "Thanks to you git."
"You asked." Shrugged Draco nonchalantly. "How do I get into you're Department of Mysteries?" Hermione snorted but shook her head nonetheless.
"So tell me some more of your pick up lines?" She asked, toying with her spoon ingenuously.
He glanced at her for a brief moment, eyes flashing something she couldn't decipher quick enough, and must have seen something that peeked his own curiosity in her eyes because in the next second, he'd plastered a lopsided grin on his face. "I'm not an Animagus, but sometimes I can be a real animal."
"Oh Godric!" Hermione placed her palm over her heart. "That definitely does not work."
Draco chuckled to her heavy breathing. "It's not my best one but it does work."
Hermione pursed her lips in thought. "Do they have to... I mean are they all so...crude?"
"No Granger." Draco laughed. "A good wizard knows the type of witch he's talking to and changes accordingly." He explained, befalling into seriousness.
"The type of witch he's talking to?"
"Say if I was talking to a respectable witch, I would use some of the more charming ones." He clarified further.
"Like?"
"And give all my secrets away?" Scoffed Draco haughtily.
"Oh please. Who exactly am I going to tell?" Countered Hermione smartly and Draco gave her a pointed look of agreement. He didn't seem to continue so Hermione found it fit to begin to pester. "Tell me." She said in an effort to get the conversation back onto the ground she found half-comfortable with.
Malfoy consented. "Okay," he nodded albeit hesitantly, glancing up at Hermione through the gaps between his thick lashes, "How about...We may not be in Professor Flitwick's class, but you still are charming."
Hermione's left brow rose in slight surprise. "Well it is still a bit corny...but charming nonetheless I suppose."
"See." Smirked Draco in an I-told-you-so manner.
"Give me another." Hermione took the last bite of her cream as she waited for Draco's next words.
"I'm not wearing an invisibility cloak but do you think I could still visit your restricted section tonight?"
Hermione found herself laughing so hard that she was pretty sure Chloe, from their room, would have turned her head way towards them, but she couldn't find herself to stop. "Please tell me you've never said that to a respectable witch. You would have been hexed into the next universe by now." She reprimanded though a goofy smile was still plastered across her features. "If someone had said that to me –"
"Ah but you see; you're a different type of witch."
Hermione's laughs ceased almost immediately. She glared at the wizard sitting before her. "I'm respectable!" She declared indignantly.
"I know that Granger." Draco rolled his eyes at her naivety. "I mean that you're respectable and romantic."
"Oh?" Hermione frowned. "Then what lines would you use for someone like me?" She asked, hoping the sudden drop to her tone wasn't at all affected due to her raging hormones.
Draco gave her the same look he had given her moments ago and leant forward slightly. "Being with you is like being afflicted with the cruciatus curse."
Hermione didn't respond but remained thoughtful, giving Draco the gesture to continue. "If I was to look in the Mirror of Erised, I would see the two of us together."
He moved slightly closer once again. "Your smile's like Expelliarmus; simple yet disarming." Or maybe Hermione was moving closer to him? All that she could comprehend was that her mouth had gone dry and she stuck out her tongue to swipe at the bottom lip.
Draco didn't fail to notice and had watched each movement with clouding eyes by the second. "If I were still a Seeker and you were my Snitch; would you let me catch you?"
He was close.
So close that if she moved her head a centimetre forward, their lips would intertwine.
She took the risk.
She was kissing him, slowly, intently with the kind of relentless curiosity that was so much like her. The kiss was starting to make him dizzy. She was small in his arms, soft skin and fine lace under his fingertips, and curious, insistent lips against his. He pulled her closer, feeling something inside of his chest give in and unlock, a vulnerable void hidden behind choices and caution.
The risk was taken.
Their fate sealed.
But it was soon to be broken with two amused coughs. Breaking apart with flushed cheeks, mussed hair and slightly swollen lips, they glanced up at the culprits that had tore them apart to find their friends standing with smug expressions on their features; both also be-holding a victorious smirk.
"Sorry, we must be at the wrong table."
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