Chapter 5: Hearts Content
Disclaimer: Been there, done that, not mine, all hers. Don't own Oliver or Draco….unfortunately. Sigh
AN: Thanks very muchly to Tiggs Panther and Evil Fairy for my latest reviews, but to all of you who have read it and not reviewed shame on you! I need more! Tell your colleagues, tell your friends, preach at them until you turn blue in the face, REVIEW MY BLOODY STORY!!! Sorry about that, I don't often resort to losing my cool; I like to keep my composure at all times, but desperate times call for desperate measures…
So, the votes are in, and according to the review section, Draco is going to win Hermione!!! But what about poor Oliver!?! Don't worry, I'll think of something, or should I say someone!! I will do one last generic chapter in order to give the Newbies' a chance to vote… So here's one to tie up a few loose ends before we move on.
Hermione and Oliver eventually reached the arch that led into the great hall, and because they had hurried, she had a pink glow in her cheeks. Oliver couldn't help noticing and couldn't help saying something. 'You're blushin' like an atheist in a church on Christmas Hermione! I could have sworn you were a nice, normal colour earlier this evening, whatever's the matter?'
'Nothing's wrong, I'm just a bit puffed, and I think that we should stop for a minute, It might look a bit suspect if I come back from the bathroom as the same colour as my dress, panting, with an ex Quidditch captain who just happens to be gorgeous and has the sexiest accent and the dreamiest eyes in the world! … Oops, sorry, I guess I got a bit carried away…' Hermione panted, still out of breath. Oliver looked down at her again, and couldn't help himself, just one last kiss, just one.
Draco caught up with the love birds near the arch that led to the hall, but they were far too close, so he hid behind one of the pillars and watched. She was gazing up at him, glowing. 'Post coital, no doubt.' He thought to himself bitterly. Then he nuzzled her hair and lent down to kiss her sensually on the lips. 'What?!? Not again! Don't tell me he's going to snog her again, I don't think that I could take it, I mean, at least one shag and three snogs in one night is more than any man can take!' He listened to her sigh as Oliver finished, playfully nipping her bottom lip as he stood upright again and murmured in that bloody common highland accent 'No, I don't think that you were getting carried away.' Hermione let out a small giggle and said… 'Look at you, silly boy, your mouth is covered in my lip rouge. Here.' Hermione pulled a large red silk handkerchief from the cleavage of her dress and wiped off his and her own face. Why did she have to be so frigging perfect? He thought, wondering what the fanatical Scottish Sportsman had over him. 'I have a body just as good as him, a brain just as sound; I've been told that I am good looking, smart, what don't I have?'
Hermione looked up at him for what seemed like the thousandth time, looking at him, studying every part of his face, from his lively smiling eyes to his wide mouth, and thought what a lucky girl she was, lucky to be with him like this. 'Well, we'd definitely better get going, I expect Ginny is having a heart attack, and Ron and Harry will have their wands out, looking for another mountain troll.' And at that, the couple split, Hermione darting back into the party, Oliver waiting at the opening of the hall until the coast was clear, and checking that Hermione was back, safe with her friends.
Draco seized the opportunity, roughed up his hair, and ran over to Oliver, wheezing as if he had just run a marathon. 'Madame Pomfrey is in London! Where is Hermione! And why do you look so bloody happy?' Draco panted as authentically as possible, trying to look flustered and genuinely scared.
'I'm sorry, Malfoy. I should have come and fetched you; Hermione is fine, she just fainted. She had a bit of a shock, really. Apparently she had some kind of bizarre flashback to when her brother died, she was convulsing, and it did get a bit frightening, but she came around with a smelling salts charm. So, I got her spick and span and back on the dance floor in no time. I was checking the hall in case anyone saw – she's really sensitive about it apparently'. That's right, Wood; omit the snogging, and your little encounter on the bathroom floor, and that's exactly what happened. Oh no, let's not forget the pash by the lake, and the one five minutes ago and that's exactly what happened. Right, that's exactly it.
'Well, I'm very busy. You know how it is, Wood. People to do, Things to see; Must dash, I do believe that Pansy is gagging for it as we speak.' And with that, he stormed back into the great hall, pretending to be indifferent to the whole situation.
Once inside, Draco sauntered over to the group of sixth and seventh year Slytherins, among them were Crabbe and Goyle, whose only function in life was to make him look smarter, and whose main goal in life was to "score" as they called it; in particular with Pansy. He didn't know what all the boys went on about, she really did look like a pug dog, and although there had been rumours, and he had joked about it no end; any rumours must have come from her, because he wouldn't touch her with a ten foot pole. He hadn't done anything, or anyone more to the point.
Oliver was glad to see Hermione back with her friends, laughing and joking as if nothing had happened. Malfoy puzzled him. He had always been so bitter, but when Hermione was in danger he had gone all sincere, and deathly pale as if he were the sick one; then under the arch before, sounded so worried; but then when he heard that she was fine he reverted back to his usual, slimy self. All bitter and twisted and full of innuendo. It was really strange, he thought as he stood back up on the podium to sing again; he could have sworn Draco was wearing robes and cloth pants before he sent him upstairs… Oh Christ he said to himself. To get changed, Draco would have had to go back to his room, and the head boys' room looked over the lake (he had once visited Percy to discuss training methods for the Quidditch team)… If he had seen Hermione and him standing there…Oh god he saw them kiss… He would tell the entire school…he had to talk to him…now. He jumped off the podium during the introduction to the second song; trying to look casual he jogged over to the Slytherin crowd. "Can we have a word, Draco?'
'Of course, Oliver, I won't be a moment'. Then, completely out of the blue, he lent over a very pretty blonde girl and kissed her very fully on the lips. 'I'll be right back, don't go away.' The blonde girl looked faint, and fell into a fit of giggles as soon as Malfoy turned away from her.
'Christ, Draco – do you even know her name?' asked an amused Oliver
'of course I do. That was….umm…Felicity, I think' fumbled Draco, his usually perfect, confident, front faltering momentarily.
'Well that isn't what I wanted to talk about. When you went back up to your room to change into that fine ensemble you are wearing, you didn't by any chance go out onto the balcony, did you?'
'No, why do you ask?' Oh great one Oliver, you didn't plan on him saying no, did you?
'Well…umm…it's just that when Hermione was better she wanted some fresh air, so we went for a walk, and I didn't want you to feel…umm…left out, since you helped and everything'. Malfoy could see how uncomfortable he was, how much he was squirming at the thought of him knowing. 'If only I didn't care about her so much I could have done some serious muck-raking on this one'. Oh well, there was always someone else he could humiliate.
Soon she would know, and soon she would care.
Draco walked back into the hall once more, only to see Wood talking to Hermione. He detoured past them in the hope that he might overhear some of the conversation. 'So, my fair maiden, are you going to meet me tomorrow? For sure?'
'Of course, you flaming great git! I said yes the first time you asked me. The three broomsticks, tomorrow at eight, right?'
'Right; and Hermione, I don't want the whole of Hogsmeade talking, so I'll be the one in the end booth wearing dark red robes, and drinking a butterbeer, alright?'
'Fine, I 'll be there as soon as I can get away, I'll tell them I have to buy a present for my parents anniversary, which isn't a lie, because I'll do that when I go into town as well. You'd better get back to the band before the Weasley's slip canary cream liqueur into your drink.'
'Yeah, better go' and with that Wood ran off to the stage to sing another of his pathetic little songs, and Draco slunk off to his room whilst the rest of Hogwarts celebrated.
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Thanx again to the four people ( or three ) who actually bothered to review my story!
Sorry it's a bit short, will be longer next time!
Disclaimer: Been there, done that, not mine, all hers. Don't own Oliver or Draco….unfortunately. Sigh
AN: Thanks very muchly to Tiggs Panther and Evil Fairy for my latest reviews, but to all of you who have read it and not reviewed shame on you! I need more! Tell your colleagues, tell your friends, preach at them until you turn blue in the face, REVIEW MY BLOODY STORY!!! Sorry about that, I don't often resort to losing my cool; I like to keep my composure at all times, but desperate times call for desperate measures…
So, the votes are in, and according to the review section, Draco is going to win Hermione!!! But what about poor Oliver!?! Don't worry, I'll think of something, or should I say someone!! I will do one last generic chapter in order to give the Newbies' a chance to vote… So here's one to tie up a few loose ends before we move on.
Hermione and Oliver eventually reached the arch that led into the great hall, and because they had hurried, she had a pink glow in her cheeks. Oliver couldn't help noticing and couldn't help saying something. 'You're blushin' like an atheist in a church on Christmas Hermione! I could have sworn you were a nice, normal colour earlier this evening, whatever's the matter?'
'Nothing's wrong, I'm just a bit puffed, and I think that we should stop for a minute, It might look a bit suspect if I come back from the bathroom as the same colour as my dress, panting, with an ex Quidditch captain who just happens to be gorgeous and has the sexiest accent and the dreamiest eyes in the world! … Oops, sorry, I guess I got a bit carried away…' Hermione panted, still out of breath. Oliver looked down at her again, and couldn't help himself, just one last kiss, just one.
Draco caught up with the love birds near the arch that led to the hall, but they were far too close, so he hid behind one of the pillars and watched. She was gazing up at him, glowing. 'Post coital, no doubt.' He thought to himself bitterly. Then he nuzzled her hair and lent down to kiss her sensually on the lips. 'What?!? Not again! Don't tell me he's going to snog her again, I don't think that I could take it, I mean, at least one shag and three snogs in one night is more than any man can take!' He listened to her sigh as Oliver finished, playfully nipping her bottom lip as he stood upright again and murmured in that bloody common highland accent 'No, I don't think that you were getting carried away.' Hermione let out a small giggle and said… 'Look at you, silly boy, your mouth is covered in my lip rouge. Here.' Hermione pulled a large red silk handkerchief from the cleavage of her dress and wiped off his and her own face. Why did she have to be so frigging perfect? He thought, wondering what the fanatical Scottish Sportsman had over him. 'I have a body just as good as him, a brain just as sound; I've been told that I am good looking, smart, what don't I have?'
Hermione looked up at him for what seemed like the thousandth time, looking at him, studying every part of his face, from his lively smiling eyes to his wide mouth, and thought what a lucky girl she was, lucky to be with him like this. 'Well, we'd definitely better get going, I expect Ginny is having a heart attack, and Ron and Harry will have their wands out, looking for another mountain troll.' And at that, the couple split, Hermione darting back into the party, Oliver waiting at the opening of the hall until the coast was clear, and checking that Hermione was back, safe with her friends.
Draco seized the opportunity, roughed up his hair, and ran over to Oliver, wheezing as if he had just run a marathon. 'Madame Pomfrey is in London! Where is Hermione! And why do you look so bloody happy?' Draco panted as authentically as possible, trying to look flustered and genuinely scared.
'I'm sorry, Malfoy. I should have come and fetched you; Hermione is fine, she just fainted. She had a bit of a shock, really. Apparently she had some kind of bizarre flashback to when her brother died, she was convulsing, and it did get a bit frightening, but she came around with a smelling salts charm. So, I got her spick and span and back on the dance floor in no time. I was checking the hall in case anyone saw – she's really sensitive about it apparently'. That's right, Wood; omit the snogging, and your little encounter on the bathroom floor, and that's exactly what happened. Oh no, let's not forget the pash by the lake, and the one five minutes ago and that's exactly what happened. Right, that's exactly it.
'Well, I'm very busy. You know how it is, Wood. People to do, Things to see; Must dash, I do believe that Pansy is gagging for it as we speak.' And with that, he stormed back into the great hall, pretending to be indifferent to the whole situation.
Once inside, Draco sauntered over to the group of sixth and seventh year Slytherins, among them were Crabbe and Goyle, whose only function in life was to make him look smarter, and whose main goal in life was to "score" as they called it; in particular with Pansy. He didn't know what all the boys went on about, she really did look like a pug dog, and although there had been rumours, and he had joked about it no end; any rumours must have come from her, because he wouldn't touch her with a ten foot pole. He hadn't done anything, or anyone more to the point.
Oliver was glad to see Hermione back with her friends, laughing and joking as if nothing had happened. Malfoy puzzled him. He had always been so bitter, but when Hermione was in danger he had gone all sincere, and deathly pale as if he were the sick one; then under the arch before, sounded so worried; but then when he heard that she was fine he reverted back to his usual, slimy self. All bitter and twisted and full of innuendo. It was really strange, he thought as he stood back up on the podium to sing again; he could have sworn Draco was wearing robes and cloth pants before he sent him upstairs… Oh Christ he said to himself. To get changed, Draco would have had to go back to his room, and the head boys' room looked over the lake (he had once visited Percy to discuss training methods for the Quidditch team)… If he had seen Hermione and him standing there…Oh god he saw them kiss… He would tell the entire school…he had to talk to him…now. He jumped off the podium during the introduction to the second song; trying to look casual he jogged over to the Slytherin crowd. "Can we have a word, Draco?'
'Of course, Oliver, I won't be a moment'. Then, completely out of the blue, he lent over a very pretty blonde girl and kissed her very fully on the lips. 'I'll be right back, don't go away.' The blonde girl looked faint, and fell into a fit of giggles as soon as Malfoy turned away from her.
'Christ, Draco – do you even know her name?' asked an amused Oliver
'of course I do. That was….umm…Felicity, I think' fumbled Draco, his usually perfect, confident, front faltering momentarily.
'Well that isn't what I wanted to talk about. When you went back up to your room to change into that fine ensemble you are wearing, you didn't by any chance go out onto the balcony, did you?'
'No, why do you ask?' Oh great one Oliver, you didn't plan on him saying no, did you?
'Well…umm…it's just that when Hermione was better she wanted some fresh air, so we went for a walk, and I didn't want you to feel…umm…left out, since you helped and everything'. Malfoy could see how uncomfortable he was, how much he was squirming at the thought of him knowing. 'If only I didn't care about her so much I could have done some serious muck-raking on this one'. Oh well, there was always someone else he could humiliate.
Soon she would know, and soon she would care.
Draco walked back into the hall once more, only to see Wood talking to Hermione. He detoured past them in the hope that he might overhear some of the conversation. 'So, my fair maiden, are you going to meet me tomorrow? For sure?'
'Of course, you flaming great git! I said yes the first time you asked me. The three broomsticks, tomorrow at eight, right?'
'Right; and Hermione, I don't want the whole of Hogsmeade talking, so I'll be the one in the end booth wearing dark red robes, and drinking a butterbeer, alright?'
'Fine, I 'll be there as soon as I can get away, I'll tell them I have to buy a present for my parents anniversary, which isn't a lie, because I'll do that when I go into town as well. You'd better get back to the band before the Weasley's slip canary cream liqueur into your drink.'
'Yeah, better go' and with that Wood ran off to the stage to sing another of his pathetic little songs, and Draco slunk off to his room whilst the rest of Hogwarts celebrated.
OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH – What will happen next? Vote now! Review and vote!
Thanx again to the four people ( or three ) who actually bothered to review my story!
Sorry it's a bit short, will be longer next time!
