A/N: Yes, I got 15 reviews and am happy to say I'm continuing. This chapter is by far my favorite. This or Chapter 3. Anyway, Thank you for your reviews. And when I say, "Write like Thea" I mean her technique. This is not a D/H fic like hers and I don't want to steel something as wonderful as her story. And, I need a favor, I need the words to "When You Sang to Me." I think that's what it's called. I forgot who it's by and it goes: "I just can't believe I didn't see it in your eyes. I didn't see it, I can't believe it. Oh, but I feel it. When you sang to me. How I long to hear you sing beneath the clear blue skies. And I promise you next time I'll see it in your eyes." If anyone knows all the words PLEASE e-mail them to me. I need it for a future fic. Thank you! And here's Chapter 8…
What She Thinks: Chapter 8: Remember, You're In Control
The look on his face went from confusion to a sheer evil grin.
Taking a deep breath Hermione repeated to herself what Harry had told her earlier, "Remember, you're in control." She forced her face into what she hoped was a bad-girl sort of grin. She thought she saw a mixture of confusion and fear pass over his cold gray eyes.
Taking one more deep breath and telling herself she was doing it for Harry, she glided over to the nearest couch, nearly tripping on her shoelace, but never taking her eyes off Malfoy.
Dropping down on the couch and laying on her side, she saw Malfoy's eyes gleam. Though it made her uneasy she continued to smirk.
"How did you get in?" He asked.
"I have my sources," She whispered mysteriously, wanting to spit at the look of deep interest Malfoy bestowed on her but kept smiling.
"Then why are you here?" He asked, standing and moving forward to sit on the arm of the velvety green sofa.
Scooting as far as she could away from Malfoy but trying to still look comfortable she answered, "I thought you knew?"
Scooting ever so closer to her, Hermione had to lean over the edge of thew couch in fear of falling off, yet if she leaned forward, or sat strait up for that matter, she would have only been inches away from Malfoy's face.
"What if--Doesn't--Doesn't anyone come down here at this time of night?" She asked desperately.
"No, it's just you and me."
Hermione tried her hardest to look pleased as he began to stroke her arm. Looking down she realized with a jolt of relief that the chip of the medallion was hanging out of his pocket.
"Remember, you're in charge." Harry's words echoed in her head, a true smile crossed her face for the first time since she had entered the dark and gloomy room. She sat up with a plan fully formed in her mind.
Placing one hand on his chest she began, "I never thought I'd meet someone like you Draco," exaggerating the pronunciation of his first name she felt his hand side off her arm and he stared questioningly at her. She had to fight down a laugh. The only time she had ever seen him loose his smirk to be replaced with a look of, well, fear was when he had been told his detention was to help Hagrid find dead Unicorns in the Forbidden Forest.
"Someone so, masculine and brave," She felt him scoot in the other direction with a hard swallow.
She gave a low laugh, as though to sound, 'sexy' as Ron had explained it.
Wrapping one leg over his she leaned closer and rested her head on his shoulder, playing with his blonde hair. She was quite enjoying herself. Maybe she should taunt Draco everyday.
"…Someone so sexy," She said dramatically, trying desperately not to laugh, yet not gag at the fact she had told Draco Malfoy he was sexy. Never had she seen Malfoy so uncomfortable, she thought, scooting closer to him, he had now made his way to the other end of the couch. Draco was now leaning back over the armrest as she had done, Hermione leaned over him, slipping her hand into his pocket, withdrawing the stone and placing it in her own pocket.
"I--I thought you liked Potter." His voice was higher than usual.
She let out an insane laugh and slid back onto the cushion on the sofa.
"Look at the time," she said slyly, checking her watch, "But don't you worry, I'll be back soon," She told Malfoy, laying a finger on his chest and watching him slightly recoil.
"Would you mind waiting a second?" He asked, getting unsteadily to his feet and heading up the stairs to their right.
Bending down and tying her shoe Hermione decided she wouldn't wait for Malfoy to return, just leave right then.
Standing up she heard a faint grunt and spun wildly around. But no one was there.
Striding happily over to the wall, she left the dungeon. Searching her surroundings she looked for a sign of Harry when someone pulled her around the waist and pressed her roughly against them. Looking down she saw nothing but the stone floor and realized she must be under the invisibility cloak.
"I got," She whispered to Harry, who didn't say any thing. But headed off to the steps they had come down earlier.
He was rather clumsy and stepped on her toes as he took wrong turns now and then.
"Are you alright?" She asked, stepping through the portrait hole. Again, he didn't answer. Heading over to the fire she began to explain what had happened to Harry, who hadn't taken off the cloak, and adding more wood to the burning ashes.
"You should have seen his face, it was priceless," She told him, turning around and with a jolt saw, not Harry standing there, but Malfoy, his wand pointed directly at her, wearing a triumphant sneer.
"How many times must I flush before you go away?" She asked tirelessly, resting her hands on her hips.
"Cleaver Granger," He smirked, "Now, give me back what is rightfully mine."
A/N: And that's where I leave you! So do you like it? If so REVIEW! Thank you again and remember what I said: If you know the lyrics then e-mail them to me: VeelaChcik4000@aol.com!
~Gabbi D.