CHAPTER 16
"Salazar. I like that name," Draco said.
"You would," Hermione answered.
"I do."
"Shut up, Draco," Hermione said lazily as she watched the snake crawl all over her.
"Make me."
Hermione pulled his shirt so that their faces were only a few inches apart and started kissing him. Salazar wiggled his way off of her with some difficulty and Draco laid her down on the bed. Draco's hands began to roam and Hermione broke her mouth away from his.
"Draco, I'm not ready."
"I know. I'm not planning on going all the way. Not yet," he said and began kissing her neck.
Hermione began running her fingers through his silky smooth, silver-blonde hair.
After a while, he stopped kissing her neck and moved back to her mouth.
When he was finally out of breath, he broke away and said, "We're going to dinner tonight. I made reservations at this really nice, wizard restaurant."
"For what time?"
"Seven, and its just gunna be me and you. My parents are staying here. They don't go out together too often and for some weird reason, they like to eat in total silence."
"Good. The silence is so unnerving. And I'm guessing that since it is a 'nice wizard restaurant' I'm gunna hafta wear dress robes. Am I correct?"
"Yes you are. Of course you're always right, though. What did your nickname used to be? Know-it-all-Granger, Ms. Perfect, then there was the al famous Mudblood, Gryffindor-Know-it-all-Mudblood Bitch, and then-"
"Who called me that?"
"What?"
"The last one you said."
"Um, the Slytherins, I guess. I don't know if that one ever reached the other Houses. I guess not since you never heard about it," Draco shrugged.
"Yeah, well now I'm Slytherin Bitch. That was the title we had given to Pansy back in fifth year. By we, I mean the Gryffindor House."
"Yeah, I kinda got that from what Potthead and Weasel said. That title really is perfect for Pansy though. She is the biggest bitch/slut in the House and probably in the entire school."
They both laughed at this comment. ~ At six, Hermione started to get ready, and at 6:30 Draco did.
At 6:50, they flooed over to the restaurant. Draco was right it was really nice. The only light came from the small, ever-burning candles that were on each table.
"Good evening. Do you have reservations?" asked a small man in a black suit.
"Yes. Malfoy," Draco answered.
"Ah, yes. Here you are. Right this way, please."
Hermione and Draco followed the man to a booth in a corner on the far side of the restaurant. It was rather secluded, but they didn't mind.
"Thank you," said Hermione as he handed her the menu. When the man left, she asked Draco, "Is this one of those places where you tell your plate what you want and it just appears?"
"Of course! Only the best restaurants are like that, and I only take you to the best places."
She just smiled and told her plate what she wanted. Draco did the same and their food was set before them.
"Hey, you wanna see something funny?" Draco asked Hermione.
"Um, okay."
"Red wine," he commanded the table.
Instead of a glass of red wine, a card appeared, it said:
NO! You're not 21.
"And how would you know that?" Draco asked.
A copy of his birth certificate came up and the date was circled.
"And where'd you get that?"
A picture of Narcissa appeared and another card that read:
You've been here before, Stupid. What do you think we are?
"House elves," Draco muttered.
Then a picture of a house elf with his tongue sticking out popped up.
"Draco, you're retarded," Hermione laughed.
"I try," Draco responded with a grin.
Hermione just rolled her eyes and continued eating.
The food was very good. Both Draco and Hermione enjoyed every minute of their dinner. They talked and laughed the whole time.
After dinner, they took a walk around the small village they were in. They came across a park and sat down on a bench facing a small lake. The moon and stars were shining brightly, and it began to snow.
"Draco, I'm freezing," Hermione mumbled.
Draco did a warming charm and they warmed up drastically.
After a while, they went back to the restaurant and flooed back to Draco's room in the Malfoy Manor.
Hermione went into her room to put on her pajamas and then went back into Draco's room. She found him already crawled up in his bed and watching the door for her. When he saw her, he shifted over and she crawled up next to him.
"Merry Christmas, 'Mione."
"Merry Christmas, Draco."
They kissed quickly before falling into a deep sleep. ~
Five days later, it was New Year's and there was a party at the Malfoy Manor. Both Hermione and Draco got drunk and at about two blacked out. ~ Two days later, they headed back to King's Cross Station. Lucius rode back with them in the limo said a quick good bye and then left again. He didn't even wait until the train left.
Draco and Hermione found a small compartment to have all to themselves. A few minutes before the train was about to leave, a little first year Hufflepuff walked in.
"Ex-excuse me, but can I s-sit here? The other compartments are f-full," he stuttered.
"No," Draco said calmly. "I'm sure you can find someone else to sit with. Besides as Head Boy and Girl, we need our privacy."
The boy looked down and just stood there. "Get out!" Draco said louder. The boy jumped and ran away.
They both laughed at the little boy's reaction.
"See, you truly are a Slytherin," Draco joked.
"Good, I'd hate to go back to that Know-it-all-Gryffindor stage."
"Don't say that. I fell in love with that Know-it-all-Gryffindor before I knew you were a pureblood. But you know, since you're not a Mudblood, and you're a Slytherin, I love you even more."
"I love you too," Hermione answered. ~ They got back to the school around 5 pm.
Cephius, Elana, and Blaise met Draco and Hermione in the Great Hall.
"Hey guys!" Blaise yelled as soon as she saw them.
"Hey Blaise, Cephius, Elana," Hermione and Draco said when they sat down.
"How was your break?" asked Cephius.
"You wanna tell them?" Draco whispered to Hermione.
"No, you tell them," Hermione answered.
"Alright." He turned back to the other three who were waiting very impatiently for an answer. "We're engaged!"
"Oh my God! Congratulations!" Elana yelled loudly.
"Congratulations! Oh that is so adorable!" Blaise added.
"Yeah, congratulations, guys!" Cephius smiled at them. Like a typical guy, he was playing it all cool and everything.
Some people around the Great Hall were looking over at the Slytherin table trying to figure out why the hell they all looked so happy and why they had true smiles planted on their faces. Some people were actually scared, they never saw the Slytherins smile; all they ever did was smirk.
After dinner, Cephius, Elana, Draco, Hermione, and Blaise headed up to the heads common room.
They sat down and started talking. "Oh I almost forgot!" Draco said getting up and hurrying up to his room.
"What's wrong, Draco?" Hermione asked.
He didn't answer, just opened the door to his room and headed in. Draco ducked under his bed and grabbed a box.
No one was talking when Draco came down; they were all staring at him. "Sorry," he mumbled. "Hermione, I believe I promised you this."
Hermione looked at him and took the box. She pulled the top off and saw a neatly polished, finely trimmed Nimbus 2001.
"Oh Draco, I totally forgot about this!" Hermione said.
"So you want me to take it back?" he smirked.
"What? No! Are you crazy? Thank you so much!" She pulled Draco into a tight hug.
"Okay, 'Mione. I get it. Okay, you can let me go, now. You're gunna kill me," he choked.
"Sorry." She smiled sweetly and the other three laughed at them.
"Can we go flying tomorrow?" Hermione asked Draco when Cephius, Elana, and Blaise left.
"Yeah, sure. We don't have any classes tomorrow anyway."
"Cool. Well I'm gunna go to bed now. Good night."
"Good night, Hermione."
Once Hermione went up to her room, Draco went to his. He lay down, but couldn't get to sleep. He felt empty without Hermione's body in his arms.
"Maybe I should go over there," he thought. "What if she's sleeping? I wouldn't wanna wake her up. But what if she can't sleep either? Would she come over here? Alright, I'm going over there."
Just as he was about to go over, his door opened and Hermione climbed into his bed and crawled up against his chest. "I couldn't sleep," she said.
"Me either. I was just gunna go over to your room, but I was having a mental argument."
"Those are always fun." She smiled and closed her eyes. Draco closed his eyes too and fell into a deep sleep.
"Salazar. I like that name," Draco said.
"You would," Hermione answered.
"I do."
"Shut up, Draco," Hermione said lazily as she watched the snake crawl all over her.
"Make me."
Hermione pulled his shirt so that their faces were only a few inches apart and started kissing him. Salazar wiggled his way off of her with some difficulty and Draco laid her down on the bed. Draco's hands began to roam and Hermione broke her mouth away from his.
"Draco, I'm not ready."
"I know. I'm not planning on going all the way. Not yet," he said and began kissing her neck.
Hermione began running her fingers through his silky smooth, silver-blonde hair.
After a while, he stopped kissing her neck and moved back to her mouth.
When he was finally out of breath, he broke away and said, "We're going to dinner tonight. I made reservations at this really nice, wizard restaurant."
"For what time?"
"Seven, and its just gunna be me and you. My parents are staying here. They don't go out together too often and for some weird reason, they like to eat in total silence."
"Good. The silence is so unnerving. And I'm guessing that since it is a 'nice wizard restaurant' I'm gunna hafta wear dress robes. Am I correct?"
"Yes you are. Of course you're always right, though. What did your nickname used to be? Know-it-all-Granger, Ms. Perfect, then there was the al famous Mudblood, Gryffindor-Know-it-all-Mudblood Bitch, and then-"
"Who called me that?"
"What?"
"The last one you said."
"Um, the Slytherins, I guess. I don't know if that one ever reached the other Houses. I guess not since you never heard about it," Draco shrugged.
"Yeah, well now I'm Slytherin Bitch. That was the title we had given to Pansy back in fifth year. By we, I mean the Gryffindor House."
"Yeah, I kinda got that from what Potthead and Weasel said. That title really is perfect for Pansy though. She is the biggest bitch/slut in the House and probably in the entire school."
They both laughed at this comment. ~ At six, Hermione started to get ready, and at 6:30 Draco did.
At 6:50, they flooed over to the restaurant. Draco was right it was really nice. The only light came from the small, ever-burning candles that were on each table.
"Good evening. Do you have reservations?" asked a small man in a black suit.
"Yes. Malfoy," Draco answered.
"Ah, yes. Here you are. Right this way, please."
Hermione and Draco followed the man to a booth in a corner on the far side of the restaurant. It was rather secluded, but they didn't mind.
"Thank you," said Hermione as he handed her the menu. When the man left, she asked Draco, "Is this one of those places where you tell your plate what you want and it just appears?"
"Of course! Only the best restaurants are like that, and I only take you to the best places."
She just smiled and told her plate what she wanted. Draco did the same and their food was set before them.
"Hey, you wanna see something funny?" Draco asked Hermione.
"Um, okay."
"Red wine," he commanded the table.
Instead of a glass of red wine, a card appeared, it said:
NO! You're not 21.
"And how would you know that?" Draco asked.
A copy of his birth certificate came up and the date was circled.
"And where'd you get that?"
A picture of Narcissa appeared and another card that read:
You've been here before, Stupid. What do you think we are?
"House elves," Draco muttered.
Then a picture of a house elf with his tongue sticking out popped up.
"Draco, you're retarded," Hermione laughed.
"I try," Draco responded with a grin.
Hermione just rolled her eyes and continued eating.
The food was very good. Both Draco and Hermione enjoyed every minute of their dinner. They talked and laughed the whole time.
After dinner, they took a walk around the small village they were in. They came across a park and sat down on a bench facing a small lake. The moon and stars were shining brightly, and it began to snow.
"Draco, I'm freezing," Hermione mumbled.
Draco did a warming charm and they warmed up drastically.
After a while, they went back to the restaurant and flooed back to Draco's room in the Malfoy Manor.
Hermione went into her room to put on her pajamas and then went back into Draco's room. She found him already crawled up in his bed and watching the door for her. When he saw her, he shifted over and she crawled up next to him.
"Merry Christmas, 'Mione."
"Merry Christmas, Draco."
They kissed quickly before falling into a deep sleep. ~
Five days later, it was New Year's and there was a party at the Malfoy Manor. Both Hermione and Draco got drunk and at about two blacked out. ~ Two days later, they headed back to King's Cross Station. Lucius rode back with them in the limo said a quick good bye and then left again. He didn't even wait until the train left.
Draco and Hermione found a small compartment to have all to themselves. A few minutes before the train was about to leave, a little first year Hufflepuff walked in.
"Ex-excuse me, but can I s-sit here? The other compartments are f-full," he stuttered.
"No," Draco said calmly. "I'm sure you can find someone else to sit with. Besides as Head Boy and Girl, we need our privacy."
The boy looked down and just stood there. "Get out!" Draco said louder. The boy jumped and ran away.
They both laughed at the little boy's reaction.
"See, you truly are a Slytherin," Draco joked.
"Good, I'd hate to go back to that Know-it-all-Gryffindor stage."
"Don't say that. I fell in love with that Know-it-all-Gryffindor before I knew you were a pureblood. But you know, since you're not a Mudblood, and you're a Slytherin, I love you even more."
"I love you too," Hermione answered. ~ They got back to the school around 5 pm.
Cephius, Elana, and Blaise met Draco and Hermione in the Great Hall.
"Hey guys!" Blaise yelled as soon as she saw them.
"Hey Blaise, Cephius, Elana," Hermione and Draco said when they sat down.
"How was your break?" asked Cephius.
"You wanna tell them?" Draco whispered to Hermione.
"No, you tell them," Hermione answered.
"Alright." He turned back to the other three who were waiting very impatiently for an answer. "We're engaged!"
"Oh my God! Congratulations!" Elana yelled loudly.
"Congratulations! Oh that is so adorable!" Blaise added.
"Yeah, congratulations, guys!" Cephius smiled at them. Like a typical guy, he was playing it all cool and everything.
Some people around the Great Hall were looking over at the Slytherin table trying to figure out why the hell they all looked so happy and why they had true smiles planted on their faces. Some people were actually scared, they never saw the Slytherins smile; all they ever did was smirk.
After dinner, Cephius, Elana, Draco, Hermione, and Blaise headed up to the heads common room.
They sat down and started talking. "Oh I almost forgot!" Draco said getting up and hurrying up to his room.
"What's wrong, Draco?" Hermione asked.
He didn't answer, just opened the door to his room and headed in. Draco ducked under his bed and grabbed a box.
No one was talking when Draco came down; they were all staring at him. "Sorry," he mumbled. "Hermione, I believe I promised you this."
Hermione looked at him and took the box. She pulled the top off and saw a neatly polished, finely trimmed Nimbus 2001.
"Oh Draco, I totally forgot about this!" Hermione said.
"So you want me to take it back?" he smirked.
"What? No! Are you crazy? Thank you so much!" She pulled Draco into a tight hug.
"Okay, 'Mione. I get it. Okay, you can let me go, now. You're gunna kill me," he choked.
"Sorry." She smiled sweetly and the other three laughed at them.
"Can we go flying tomorrow?" Hermione asked Draco when Cephius, Elana, and Blaise left.
"Yeah, sure. We don't have any classes tomorrow anyway."
"Cool. Well I'm gunna go to bed now. Good night."
"Good night, Hermione."
Once Hermione went up to her room, Draco went to his. He lay down, but couldn't get to sleep. He felt empty without Hermione's body in his arms.
"Maybe I should go over there," he thought. "What if she's sleeping? I wouldn't wanna wake her up. But what if she can't sleep either? Would she come over here? Alright, I'm going over there."
Just as he was about to go over, his door opened and Hermione climbed into his bed and crawled up against his chest. "I couldn't sleep," she said.
"Me either. I was just gunna go over to your room, but I was having a mental argument."
"Those are always fun." She smiled and closed her eyes. Draco closed his eyes too and fell into a deep sleep.