N/A SORRY I TOOK SO LONG! I had a lot on my mind, and I just didn't get to
it on time. Anyways, this chapter involves something I saw on seinfeld the
other day. enjoy
From this moment.life has begun
From this moment.your are the one
Right beside you is where I belong
From this moment on
From this moment.I have been blessed
I live only for your happiness
And for your love I'd give my last breath
From this moment on -Shania Twain
Hermione wrapped her arms around him, trying to hold on forever. Never wanting this moment to end, that's what it felt like. Hermione's hands slid down Draco's back. Her hands felt something strange through his thick robes. Then she let out a scream.
"HOLY FUCK!" She let go of him quickly and threw him a dirty look. She ran out of the Great Hall, unaware of the awkward stares she was getting by everyone, especially Ron.
Draco sat there, in the middle of breakfast, staring after Hermione. What had he done wrong?
"What the fuck did you do to her you sick fuck?" Ron demanded as he kicked Draco in the shin.
"Nothing! Don't touch me Weasel." Draco struggled up on his feet and ran through the crowd of people to catch up with Hermione. However, she was nowhere to be found, and since Draco didn't know the way to the Gryffindor common room, the situation seemed hopeless.
"Herm, what is wrong with you? First punching him, the making out with him, then running off like a maniac! Is there something we need to know?" Parvarti scanned Hermione's face for any trace of understanding.
"Draco. Wears. A. Bra." Hermione threw herself at her pillow and sobbed, almost choking on the dust. Lavender and Parvati stared at her.
"Draco wears a whatwhat?" Lavender inquired, not daring to believe her ears.
"A BRA DAMMIT! Out of every single guy in Hogwarts, I just had to get the one that wears bras!" Hermione wiped away a tear, smudging mascara over her face.
"Ok maybe it was a misunderstanding. Now Hermione, how do you know Draco wears a bra? You haven't seen it now have you?"
"No I haven't, but I felt it, through his robes. Trust me on this one, it was a bra."
The dormitory was silent for a while, only disturbed occasionally by Hermione's ragged sobs.
"Well. maybe you should ask him about it.." Lavender tried.
"Oh what a jolly conversation that would be! ' Hi Draco, mind telling me why you wear a bra?" Hermione rolled her eyes sarcasticly.
"Trying writing him an owl." Ginny had been standing, listening to the conversation the whole time.
"Ginny! If one word of this gets out to Ron you are dead! Although I do like the idea of an owl. What should I write?"
The evening was spent eventfully. The girls thought of creative ways to break the sensitive problem into words.. In a way that would not hurt Draco. Eventually, the letter looked like this:
Dear Draco-
I'm terribly sorry about what happened down at the Great Hall today. I know that you want an explanation, and here it is: When I was hugging you, I felt something through your robes, it reminded me strongly of a bra. Now I'm not saying that you do wear a bra, I'm just saying that. well I think you wear a bra.
-Hermione
Keep in mind this in no way ruins our relationship. for now
"I like the last line Herm, very creative." Lavender snorted as the room fell asleep.
The next morning at breakfast, Hermione was practicly jumping in her seat when the mail came. She had succefully ignored Harry's and Ron's stares throughout the whole morning. This was the moment of truth.. for her at least.
The old brown school owl swooped down beside Malfoy, dropping off the pink piece of paper that Hermione had writing her faithful note on. She watched fearfully as Draco opened the paper and read what was on it. The world seemed to stop. Everything was blurry. Hermione felt herself getting more nervous then she had ever felt, even before a final exam. She watched as Draco's face slowly turned scarlet. Hermione buried her face in her astronomy book, hoping no one would notice how red she was too.
She felt a hand on her shoulder, which made her jump up and give a short yelp. She turned around to find the one and only Draco himself.
"Ahem.." Draco cleared his throat. "we need to have a little talk Herm." He spoke quiter then a whisper, which caused Lavender to fall of her chair, she had been leaning backwards, trying to catch snitches of the conversation.
"Uh. sure.I'll just.. get my books.." Hermione stumbled to stuff her books in her bag, only managing to splash some pumpkin juice on herself. She gave up and just left her bag at the table, following Draco out of the Hall.
"You think I wear a bra?!" Draco was positively fuming the moment they had stepped out of the hall.
"Draco its ok. We all have our little secrets. Deep inside I know that if you had the choice, you wouldn't wear a bra-"
"A BRA?! WHY IN THE WORLD WOULD I WEAR A BRA?!"
"How the hell am I supposed to know! I don't wear a bra!"
"What?!"
"Ok maybe I do but still why would I know the reason-"
"Ok look it doesn't matter, I don't wear a bra! You can even check if you want to!" Draco fumbled with the ties on his robes.
"No really. that's ok."
" Ok seriously, here look I don't wear a bra!" Draco's shirt was off now, proving in fact that he did not wear a bra.
"Ok, point taken, please put on your shirt." Hermione tried hard not to look at his perfect abs. Feelings like this shouldn't be felt.In fact she slapped her hands over her eyes.
"Geez, I'm not that ugly." Draco grabbed his robes and marched down the stairs to the Slytherin common room.
From this moment.life has begun
From this moment.your are the one
Right beside you is where I belong
From this moment on
From this moment.I have been blessed
I live only for your happiness
And for your love I'd give my last breath
From this moment on -Shania Twain
Hermione wrapped her arms around him, trying to hold on forever. Never wanting this moment to end, that's what it felt like. Hermione's hands slid down Draco's back. Her hands felt something strange through his thick robes. Then she let out a scream.
"HOLY FUCK!" She let go of him quickly and threw him a dirty look. She ran out of the Great Hall, unaware of the awkward stares she was getting by everyone, especially Ron.
Draco sat there, in the middle of breakfast, staring after Hermione. What had he done wrong?
"What the fuck did you do to her you sick fuck?" Ron demanded as he kicked Draco in the shin.
"Nothing! Don't touch me Weasel." Draco struggled up on his feet and ran through the crowd of people to catch up with Hermione. However, she was nowhere to be found, and since Draco didn't know the way to the Gryffindor common room, the situation seemed hopeless.
"Herm, what is wrong with you? First punching him, the making out with him, then running off like a maniac! Is there something we need to know?" Parvarti scanned Hermione's face for any trace of understanding.
"Draco. Wears. A. Bra." Hermione threw herself at her pillow and sobbed, almost choking on the dust. Lavender and Parvati stared at her.
"Draco wears a whatwhat?" Lavender inquired, not daring to believe her ears.
"A BRA DAMMIT! Out of every single guy in Hogwarts, I just had to get the one that wears bras!" Hermione wiped away a tear, smudging mascara over her face.
"Ok maybe it was a misunderstanding. Now Hermione, how do you know Draco wears a bra? You haven't seen it now have you?"
"No I haven't, but I felt it, through his robes. Trust me on this one, it was a bra."
The dormitory was silent for a while, only disturbed occasionally by Hermione's ragged sobs.
"Well. maybe you should ask him about it.." Lavender tried.
"Oh what a jolly conversation that would be! ' Hi Draco, mind telling me why you wear a bra?" Hermione rolled her eyes sarcasticly.
"Trying writing him an owl." Ginny had been standing, listening to the conversation the whole time.
"Ginny! If one word of this gets out to Ron you are dead! Although I do like the idea of an owl. What should I write?"
The evening was spent eventfully. The girls thought of creative ways to break the sensitive problem into words.. In a way that would not hurt Draco. Eventually, the letter looked like this:
Dear Draco-
I'm terribly sorry about what happened down at the Great Hall today. I know that you want an explanation, and here it is: When I was hugging you, I felt something through your robes, it reminded me strongly of a bra. Now I'm not saying that you do wear a bra, I'm just saying that. well I think you wear a bra.
-Hermione
Keep in mind this in no way ruins our relationship. for now
"I like the last line Herm, very creative." Lavender snorted as the room fell asleep.
The next morning at breakfast, Hermione was practicly jumping in her seat when the mail came. She had succefully ignored Harry's and Ron's stares throughout the whole morning. This was the moment of truth.. for her at least.
The old brown school owl swooped down beside Malfoy, dropping off the pink piece of paper that Hermione had writing her faithful note on. She watched fearfully as Draco opened the paper and read what was on it. The world seemed to stop. Everything was blurry. Hermione felt herself getting more nervous then she had ever felt, even before a final exam. She watched as Draco's face slowly turned scarlet. Hermione buried her face in her astronomy book, hoping no one would notice how red she was too.
She felt a hand on her shoulder, which made her jump up and give a short yelp. She turned around to find the one and only Draco himself.
"Ahem.." Draco cleared his throat. "we need to have a little talk Herm." He spoke quiter then a whisper, which caused Lavender to fall of her chair, she had been leaning backwards, trying to catch snitches of the conversation.
"Uh. sure.I'll just.. get my books.." Hermione stumbled to stuff her books in her bag, only managing to splash some pumpkin juice on herself. She gave up and just left her bag at the table, following Draco out of the Hall.
"You think I wear a bra?!" Draco was positively fuming the moment they had stepped out of the hall.
"Draco its ok. We all have our little secrets. Deep inside I know that if you had the choice, you wouldn't wear a bra-"
"A BRA?! WHY IN THE WORLD WOULD I WEAR A BRA?!"
"How the hell am I supposed to know! I don't wear a bra!"
"What?!"
"Ok maybe I do but still why would I know the reason-"
"Ok look it doesn't matter, I don't wear a bra! You can even check if you want to!" Draco fumbled with the ties on his robes.
"No really. that's ok."
" Ok seriously, here look I don't wear a bra!" Draco's shirt was off now, proving in fact that he did not wear a bra.
"Ok, point taken, please put on your shirt." Hermione tried hard not to look at his perfect abs. Feelings like this shouldn't be felt.In fact she slapped her hands over her eyes.
"Geez, I'm not that ugly." Draco grabbed his robes and marched down the stairs to the Slytherin common room.