Everything She Wants
By: M.B.
Chapter 14: Of Halloween Parties and Quidditch Groupies
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On her way to classes the next day Hermione heard a voice call out behind her. "Oy! `Mione." it was Orlando.
"Oh um hi."
"There's going to be a prefects meeting tonight in the new prefect's hall."
"Why not the usual room?"
"Err well, Dumbledore hasn't exactly approved this meeting. I mean he hasn't disapproved, but this is more of a meeting as 'friends' and not 'prefects'."
"Oh, I see. What time?"
"Just after dinner. I'll come around to everyone's rooms and get them."
"Great, see ya then."
With those beautiful eyes she would have agreed to anything that he said. Hermione couldn't help but wonder for the rest of the day about what the meeting was for. She was so deep in her thought that she ran straight into Draco as she was heading towards the dungeons for potions.
"Watch it mud blood." he sneered and Crabbe and Goyle sniggered stupidly behind him. "Please forgive me Master Pureblood," she said rolling her eyes. When she looked at him his eyes weren't cold, they were dancing with mischief. Hermione went into potions and took a seat beside Harry and Draco sat behind her, beside Ron. Snape immediately began class...
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After dinner Hermione went straight back to her dormitory. She didn't want to miss a single second of a meeting with Orlando. Oh, no. She was sitting on the couch deep in her thoughts when Draco walked in. She didn't know it, but in her musings a smile had spread across her face.
To Draco she looked again like an angel. "Thinking about your precious Potter are you?" "No." she replied shocked, she didn't know that he had walked in, "Why would you say that?"
"You were sitting there with a huge, goofy grin on your face. I know you were thinking about some guy."
"Well it's not Harry or Ron, if that's what you were going to say next. They're my friends, I couldn't like them like that."
Draco shrugged but then a look of newfound wisdom spread across his face. "Wait I know who it is! Orlando stopped you today to tell you about the prefects meeting, didn't he!" and seeing her begin to blush, "A-HA! So, I'm right. Really Hermione, I thought you were better than that."
"Better than what?"
"Better than pining over some pretty boy as every other girl in this school."
"So are you saying that I should be pining over y " she suddenly paused and her eyes grew wide and a grin spread across her face... "So the most perfect Mr. Pureblood thinks I'm 'better than' something."
"I didn't mean..."
"Oh admit it!"
"All I'm guilty of is a bad choice of words. That wasn't what I meant."
"But it's what you said."
"Oh, drop it."
"Lost for words?"
"No, I just don't feel like arguing with you mudblood."
Hermione clicked her tongue "Now I thought we had come to a truce."
Just then a knock came and Orlando stepped through the doorway. "Draco, Hermione, meeting's about to start."
"Right, now since everyone's here I'll begin. I have an idea that I'd like to run by you. What would you think about having a Halloween party on the Prefect hall?" There was a murmur of approval so he continued "It would be just prefects but each of you are allowed to bring one person."
Cho Chang (who obviously is now a prefect) raised her hand. "Um how are the people we invite going to get back to their Dormitories? Filch is extra watchful on Halloween. And how is not going to notice were having one?"
"Well I guess that you guests will stay in your parlor, and I'll put a special charm on the hall door so that sound won't go through. I guess that's all. Wait I forgot, dress is dress-casual, nothing fancy. Then he and Arial left and went to their dorms, which were on a different hall.
After chatting for a bit everyone filtered into their rooms. "Well you have a tough decision don't you?" Draco said after the statue had sprung close.
"What's that?" asked Hermione.
"Who are you going to take? Saint Potter of Love Weasley."
"Don't call him my 'love', it sounds weird."
"Then your asking Potter?"
"No, chances are he's going with Cho. And let me guess. You have to choose between your many, ahem, 'quidditich groupies'." said Hermione now giggling.
"Actually, I do."
"You have 'quidditch groupies'?"
"I dunno why that surprises you."
"Well if you want to know the truth, I never really thought of you as, ermm, well desirable."
"Well I never intended for you to, otherwise you would have."
"Yeah, sure. You're such a charmer Draco, I swear when you kissed me, I thought I'd swoon."
"You did." Hermione dropped her eyes and blushed deep crimson. She hadn't meant to mention the kiss. She was trying to forget it. When she looked up is eyes were full of mischief and the corner of his mouth was turned up in a cocky smirk. "Oh would you wipe that annoying smirk off your face before I " before she could finish he was kissing her. One of his hands was in her hair pulling her to him and the other held her tightly around the waist. Hermione was again absorbed in his warmth, the strength of his arms (she could feel his rippling muscles through his robes), and the thrill of his touch. He increased the intensity of the kiss. Hermione felt her head begin to spin. Draco abruptly broke their embrace.
Again he smirked. "He looks perfectly devilish," thought Hermione.
"Now do you believe that I have 'Quidditch Groupies'?"
"Oh you!" Hermione turned and let out an irritated sigh before "ferret", she entered. "Why does he insist on being so...so...Vile?" she thought to herself, I think I'll go out on the balcony now. He won't dare go out there now, unless he's more ill bread than I thought." She walked out on the balcony and hummed softly to herself.
By: M.B.
Chapter 14: Of Halloween Parties and Quidditch Groupies
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On her way to classes the next day Hermione heard a voice call out behind her. "Oy! `Mione." it was Orlando.
"Oh um hi."
"There's going to be a prefects meeting tonight in the new prefect's hall."
"Why not the usual room?"
"Err well, Dumbledore hasn't exactly approved this meeting. I mean he hasn't disapproved, but this is more of a meeting as 'friends' and not 'prefects'."
"Oh, I see. What time?"
"Just after dinner. I'll come around to everyone's rooms and get them."
"Great, see ya then."
With those beautiful eyes she would have agreed to anything that he said. Hermione couldn't help but wonder for the rest of the day about what the meeting was for. She was so deep in her thought that she ran straight into Draco as she was heading towards the dungeons for potions.
"Watch it mud blood." he sneered and Crabbe and Goyle sniggered stupidly behind him. "Please forgive me Master Pureblood," she said rolling her eyes. When she looked at him his eyes weren't cold, they were dancing with mischief. Hermione went into potions and took a seat beside Harry and Draco sat behind her, beside Ron. Snape immediately began class...
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After dinner Hermione went straight back to her dormitory. She didn't want to miss a single second of a meeting with Orlando. Oh, no. She was sitting on the couch deep in her thoughts when Draco walked in. She didn't know it, but in her musings a smile had spread across her face.
To Draco she looked again like an angel. "Thinking about your precious Potter are you?" "No." she replied shocked, she didn't know that he had walked in, "Why would you say that?"
"You were sitting there with a huge, goofy grin on your face. I know you were thinking about some guy."
"Well it's not Harry or Ron, if that's what you were going to say next. They're my friends, I couldn't like them like that."
Draco shrugged but then a look of newfound wisdom spread across his face. "Wait I know who it is! Orlando stopped you today to tell you about the prefects meeting, didn't he!" and seeing her begin to blush, "A-HA! So, I'm right. Really Hermione, I thought you were better than that."
"Better than what?"
"Better than pining over some pretty boy as every other girl in this school."
"So are you saying that I should be pining over y " she suddenly paused and her eyes grew wide and a grin spread across her face... "So the most perfect Mr. Pureblood thinks I'm 'better than' something."
"I didn't mean..."
"Oh admit it!"
"All I'm guilty of is a bad choice of words. That wasn't what I meant."
"But it's what you said."
"Oh, drop it."
"Lost for words?"
"No, I just don't feel like arguing with you mudblood."
Hermione clicked her tongue "Now I thought we had come to a truce."
Just then a knock came and Orlando stepped through the doorway. "Draco, Hermione, meeting's about to start."
"Right, now since everyone's here I'll begin. I have an idea that I'd like to run by you. What would you think about having a Halloween party on the Prefect hall?" There was a murmur of approval so he continued "It would be just prefects but each of you are allowed to bring one person."
Cho Chang (who obviously is now a prefect) raised her hand. "Um how are the people we invite going to get back to their Dormitories? Filch is extra watchful on Halloween. And how is not going to notice were having one?"
"Well I guess that you guests will stay in your parlor, and I'll put a special charm on the hall door so that sound won't go through. I guess that's all. Wait I forgot, dress is dress-casual, nothing fancy. Then he and Arial left and went to their dorms, which were on a different hall.
After chatting for a bit everyone filtered into their rooms. "Well you have a tough decision don't you?" Draco said after the statue had sprung close.
"What's that?" asked Hermione.
"Who are you going to take? Saint Potter of Love Weasley."
"Don't call him my 'love', it sounds weird."
"Then your asking Potter?"
"No, chances are he's going with Cho. And let me guess. You have to choose between your many, ahem, 'quidditich groupies'." said Hermione now giggling.
"Actually, I do."
"You have 'quidditch groupies'?"
"I dunno why that surprises you."
"Well if you want to know the truth, I never really thought of you as, ermm, well desirable."
"Well I never intended for you to, otherwise you would have."
"Yeah, sure. You're such a charmer Draco, I swear when you kissed me, I thought I'd swoon."
"You did." Hermione dropped her eyes and blushed deep crimson. She hadn't meant to mention the kiss. She was trying to forget it. When she looked up is eyes were full of mischief and the corner of his mouth was turned up in a cocky smirk. "Oh would you wipe that annoying smirk off your face before I " before she could finish he was kissing her. One of his hands was in her hair pulling her to him and the other held her tightly around the waist. Hermione was again absorbed in his warmth, the strength of his arms (she could feel his rippling muscles through his robes), and the thrill of his touch. He increased the intensity of the kiss. Hermione felt her head begin to spin. Draco abruptly broke their embrace.
Again he smirked. "He looks perfectly devilish," thought Hermione.
"Now do you believe that I have 'Quidditch Groupies'?"
"Oh you!" Hermione turned and let out an irritated sigh before "ferret", she entered. "Why does he insist on being so...so...Vile?" she thought to herself, I think I'll go out on the balcony now. He won't dare go out there now, unless he's more ill bread than I thought." She walked out on the balcony and hummed softly to herself.