Everything She Wants
By: MB
Chapter 15: Cruel To Be Kind
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The next two weeks flew by quickly, and it seemed no time before she
was Hagrid carrying in the giant carved pumpkins that were traditional
decoration at the Halloween feast.
Hermione had been right. Cho had asked Harry, so she asked
Ron. She made a point to make it extremely clear that they were going as
friends.
"'Mione", Ron had complained, "Why won't you just…"
"No", she cut in sharply before he could finish.
"But,"
"No Ron. I love you dearly… as a friend. You wouldn't want to ruin
that would you?" she soothed sweetly to make up for her harsh no.
"Yeah, sure, ok" mumbled a gradually reddening Ron.
Hermione knew there was another reason why she only wanted to go
with Ron as a friend, but she wasn't about to tell any one, especially not
Ron.
It was the thought of Draco. "And only Merlin knows why!" she told
herself. He still teased and taunted her; he still purposely humiliated her in
class, and had made not one single sign of liking her. Well at least not
outside of their common room anyway. "Which is understandable", she
continued thinking. "I haven't exactly been encouraging, and both of us
would be practically exiled from Hogwarts if we were to."
"But still" she persisted to herself. "His teases have been more
lighthearted lately, and I don't see the usual coldness in his eyes any more.
They are more… mischievous", she smiled to herself at the thought, "He
looks like a little boy who's plotting something very naughty." (A/N *
gasps * slap yourself! I didn't mean that!)
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The Halloween feast was absolutely perfect. Hermione laughed and
talked with Harry and Ron, and ate all the sweets she could hold without
bursting. She was glad her parents were there to scold her.
When the clock struck ten every one filtered out into the halls and
went to their dormitories. The halls were so full that no one noticed the
extra students slipping onto the prefect's hall. Inside the prefect's hall it was
very dark. The only lights were coming from the 12 torches that lined the
walls.
The prefects and their guests went into their rooms to change.
Hermione picked out a red dress that was fitted to the wait and then
gradually flared to where it ended, three inches above the knee. She
rummaged through her trunk of shoes until she found what she was looking
for; a pair of red 40's movie-star shoes that had rhinestone studded buckles.
She used a spell to sweep up her hair, with curls spilling over the top. She
left a few small tendrils out around her neck for her to fidget with. (Twirling
her hair around her finger was a nervous habit of hers.)
As she was stepping out of the room she fastened her favorite
necklace. It was an upside down teardrop shaped crystal, on a thin short
silver chain. Her mother had given it to her after she received her Hogwarts
letter.
She saw Draco waiting in the parlor as she walked the portrait hole.
Merlin he was fine! He had on khaki pants and a white dress shirt with a
deep-grey tie. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to just below his
elbows, exposing his lightly tanned, well toned fore arms. He turned his
head when he heard the portrait close and raised his eyebrows in a look of
intrigue.
"Seducing Weasley are you", he asked.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean you're showing quite a bit of skin. You're obviously trying
to impress someone."
A worried look crossed Hermione's face. She didn't want Ron to
think she was 'seducing him'.
"Do you think I should change?" she asked, trying to sound unfazed
but failing miserably.
Draco shrugged, "Nah. I would worry about it. Pansy'll be showing
more skin, you can count on that… the slut."
Hermione looked surprised. "Well if you think of her that way why
are you taking her?"
"Don't get me wrong. Pansy's a sweet girl,"
"Pansy? Sweet? Maybe compared to Slytherins, but not the rest of the
world's standards" she snorted.
Draco continued as if he hadn't heard, "but she's got a great figure
and likes to flaunt it. And really far be it from me to tell a girl she can't", he
flashed a jaunty grin her way as he said the last sentence.
"Boys" muttered Hermione as she rolled her eyes. Just then she heard
a knock at the door.
"Hey Mione! Its me, can I come in?"
Hermione walked to the entrance and pushed it open. "Hi Ron." she greeted
with a smile, thankful she didn't have to continue in the same vein with
Draco.
"W-wow", said Ron stunned. "You're beautiful."
"Thanks Ron, you look nice yourself." and he really did. Since Ron
had become the keeper on Gryffindor's house team, he had become less
lanky and much more muscular, due to the endless hours of training that
Harry (now captain) had put the team through. Hermione had to admit that
he did look much better. She was pulled out of her thoughts by a cold drawl.
"Oh please, spare me." Hermione hadn't heard that tone from Draco
in a long time. He stood up from the couch and strode swiftly past
Hermione and Ron, and through the entrance. "Hello Pansy", Hermione
heard him say in a seductive voice as the statue sprung back into place.
"Oh, Mione" said Ron brushing a curl out of her face, "It must be
awful having to live this close to Malfoy."
"He's really not all that bad. I can manage," and then quickly
changing the subject, "Why don't we go on out. Harry is probably
wondering where we are"
"Sure," Ron said in a tone that clearly said that he didn't really care if
Harry wondered where they were, and would rather have stayed alone with
Hermione.
When they stepped into the prefect's hall they immediately spotted
Harry and Cho talking across the hall, and went over to meet them. Shortly
afterwards Orlando walked over and tapped Hermione on the shoulder.
"Can we test out your charm now?"
"Sure, let me go get my CDs", she said hurrying to her room and
back. She pulled one of the CDs she had burned over the summer out of her
CD case, said the incantation, and the CD began revolving in mid-air. "E-I"
began playing. There were many "oh-yea's" from the muggle-borns,
followed by a simultaneous "huyt". (A/N: If this doesn't make since just
listen to the beginning of the song and it will) Tyrell Jordan (Lee Jordan's
younger brother who was the date of a Ravenclaw), started the dancing. The
"dance floor" was pretty crowded, but there were still some people along the
walls, who were talking. E.I. was followed by Uh-huh and Times Like
These, but soon people started getting tired. Orlando (who was acting as DJ)
announced a 'couples dance'. Shakira's voice began to float out of the
slowly revolving CD.
You're a song, written by the hands of God. Don't get me wrong, but this
might sound to you a bit odd.
"Wanna dance", Ron nervously asked Hermione.
"Sure, why not" she replied. Everyone was now on the dance floor.
"Hmmm" thought Hermione, "Isn't this the song…" She didn't get to finish
the thought. She realized what the song was.
Underneath Your Clothes
There's an endless story
There's the man I chose
There's my territory
And all the things I deserve
For being such a good girl honey…
She chanced a glance at Draco. He was eyeing her with a rather 'suggestive'
smirk playing at the edge of his lips.
"Oh dear Merlin!" thought Hermione to herself, a horrified look on
her face.
Here's 1/2 the unbetad version Ch 15 for the all of 10 people who actually read this fic... Actually the whole story is kinda unbeta'd because im too lazy to make the changes, but i promise that once im done w/ the initial writng ESW is gettin a HUGE facelift. ;)
By: MB
Chapter 15: Cruel To Be Kind
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The next two weeks flew by quickly, and it seemed no time before she
was Hagrid carrying in the giant carved pumpkins that were traditional
decoration at the Halloween feast.
Hermione had been right. Cho had asked Harry, so she asked
Ron. She made a point to make it extremely clear that they were going as
friends.
"'Mione", Ron had complained, "Why won't you just…"
"No", she cut in sharply before he could finish.
"But,"
"No Ron. I love you dearly… as a friend. You wouldn't want to ruin
that would you?" she soothed sweetly to make up for her harsh no.
"Yeah, sure, ok" mumbled a gradually reddening Ron.
Hermione knew there was another reason why she only wanted to go
with Ron as a friend, but she wasn't about to tell any one, especially not
Ron.
It was the thought of Draco. "And only Merlin knows why!" she told
herself. He still teased and taunted her; he still purposely humiliated her in
class, and had made not one single sign of liking her. Well at least not
outside of their common room anyway. "Which is understandable", she
continued thinking. "I haven't exactly been encouraging, and both of us
would be practically exiled from Hogwarts if we were to."
"But still" she persisted to herself. "His teases have been more
lighthearted lately, and I don't see the usual coldness in his eyes any more.
They are more… mischievous", she smiled to herself at the thought, "He
looks like a little boy who's plotting something very naughty." (A/N *
gasps * slap yourself! I didn't mean that!)
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~
The Halloween feast was absolutely perfect. Hermione laughed and
talked with Harry and Ron, and ate all the sweets she could hold without
bursting. She was glad her parents were there to scold her.
When the clock struck ten every one filtered out into the halls and
went to their dormitories. The halls were so full that no one noticed the
extra students slipping onto the prefect's hall. Inside the prefect's hall it was
very dark. The only lights were coming from the 12 torches that lined the
walls.
The prefects and their guests went into their rooms to change.
Hermione picked out a red dress that was fitted to the wait and then
gradually flared to where it ended, three inches above the knee. She
rummaged through her trunk of shoes until she found what she was looking
for; a pair of red 40's movie-star shoes that had rhinestone studded buckles.
She used a spell to sweep up her hair, with curls spilling over the top. She
left a few small tendrils out around her neck for her to fidget with. (Twirling
her hair around her finger was a nervous habit of hers.)
As she was stepping out of the room she fastened her favorite
necklace. It was an upside down teardrop shaped crystal, on a thin short
silver chain. Her mother had given it to her after she received her Hogwarts
letter.
She saw Draco waiting in the parlor as she walked the portrait hole.
Merlin he was fine! He had on khaki pants and a white dress shirt with a
deep-grey tie. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to just below his
elbows, exposing his lightly tanned, well toned fore arms. He turned his
head when he heard the portrait close and raised his eyebrows in a look of
intrigue.
"Seducing Weasley are you", he asked.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean you're showing quite a bit of skin. You're obviously trying
to impress someone."
A worried look crossed Hermione's face. She didn't want Ron to
think she was 'seducing him'.
"Do you think I should change?" she asked, trying to sound unfazed
but failing miserably.
Draco shrugged, "Nah. I would worry about it. Pansy'll be showing
more skin, you can count on that… the slut."
Hermione looked surprised. "Well if you think of her that way why
are you taking her?"
"Don't get me wrong. Pansy's a sweet girl,"
"Pansy? Sweet? Maybe compared to Slytherins, but not the rest of the
world's standards" she snorted.
Draco continued as if he hadn't heard, "but she's got a great figure
and likes to flaunt it. And really far be it from me to tell a girl she can't", he
flashed a jaunty grin her way as he said the last sentence.
"Boys" muttered Hermione as she rolled her eyes. Just then she heard
a knock at the door.
"Hey Mione! Its me, can I come in?"
Hermione walked to the entrance and pushed it open. "Hi Ron." she greeted
with a smile, thankful she didn't have to continue in the same vein with
Draco.
"W-wow", said Ron stunned. "You're beautiful."
"Thanks Ron, you look nice yourself." and he really did. Since Ron
had become the keeper on Gryffindor's house team, he had become less
lanky and much more muscular, due to the endless hours of training that
Harry (now captain) had put the team through. Hermione had to admit that
he did look much better. She was pulled out of her thoughts by a cold drawl.
"Oh please, spare me." Hermione hadn't heard that tone from Draco
in a long time. He stood up from the couch and strode swiftly past
Hermione and Ron, and through the entrance. "Hello Pansy", Hermione
heard him say in a seductive voice as the statue sprung back into place.
"Oh, Mione" said Ron brushing a curl out of her face, "It must be
awful having to live this close to Malfoy."
"He's really not all that bad. I can manage," and then quickly
changing the subject, "Why don't we go on out. Harry is probably
wondering where we are"
"Sure," Ron said in a tone that clearly said that he didn't really care if
Harry wondered where they were, and would rather have stayed alone with
Hermione.
When they stepped into the prefect's hall they immediately spotted
Harry and Cho talking across the hall, and went over to meet them. Shortly
afterwards Orlando walked over and tapped Hermione on the shoulder.
"Can we test out your charm now?"
"Sure, let me go get my CDs", she said hurrying to her room and
back. She pulled one of the CDs she had burned over the summer out of her
CD case, said the incantation, and the CD began revolving in mid-air. "E-I"
began playing. There were many "oh-yea's" from the muggle-borns,
followed by a simultaneous "huyt". (A/N: If this doesn't make since just
listen to the beginning of the song and it will) Tyrell Jordan (Lee Jordan's
younger brother who was the date of a Ravenclaw), started the dancing. The
"dance floor" was pretty crowded, but there were still some people along the
walls, who were talking. E.I. was followed by Uh-huh and Times Like
These, but soon people started getting tired. Orlando (who was acting as DJ)
announced a 'couples dance'. Shakira's voice began to float out of the
slowly revolving CD.
You're a song, written by the hands of God. Don't get me wrong, but this
might sound to you a bit odd.
"Wanna dance", Ron nervously asked Hermione.
"Sure, why not" she replied. Everyone was now on the dance floor.
"Hmmm" thought Hermione, "Isn't this the song…" She didn't get to finish
the thought. She realized what the song was.
Underneath Your Clothes
There's an endless story
There's the man I chose
There's my territory
And all the things I deserve
For being such a good girl honey…
She chanced a glance at Draco. He was eyeing her with a rather 'suggestive'
smirk playing at the edge of his lips.
"Oh dear Merlin!" thought Hermione to herself, a horrified look on
her face.
Here's 1/2 the unbetad version Ch 15 for the all of 10 people who actually read this fic... Actually the whole story is kinda unbeta'd because im too lazy to make the changes, but i promise that once im done w/ the initial writng ESW is gettin a HUGE facelift. ;)