The Benefits of Wiznet

By: Calypso in Love

Chapter Four: [In Person]

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BigNastyDragon's bomb turns out to NOT be a bomb, and now he knows Hermione's name... Grr. _______________________________________________________________________

Hermione signed in to her account and checked who was online. Dragon certainly was...

A conversation box popped up.

BigNastyDragon: Hi lover. How're things? HogwartsAHistoryLover: Things are pretty good, considering your arse-ness. I'm still alive, my entire family has not been blown up. BigNastyDragon: Did you like my little note? HogwartsAHistoryLover: Yes, I loved it... I'm being sarcastic, by the way. BigNastyDragon: really? I never would've guessed. HogwartsAHistoryLover: I wish you were here so I could slap you. BigNastyDragon: I could come see you.

There was a pause.

HogwartsAHistoryLover: I guess you could. BigNastyDragon: Can I? HogwartsAHistoryLover: why not? BigNastyDragon: I'll be there in a few minutes.

BigNastyDragon has left the conversation.

Oh God... she hadn't meant right then! She was going to see him! And find out who the bugger was! What if he was some 40 year old weirdo... eek!

"Maybe I should just lock all the doors and pretend I'm not in..." Hermione whispered aloud to herself.

"It's a little too late for that now." Said a cool voice from behind her. Hermione spun around.

"M-MALFOY???!!!" She exclaimed... it was Draco, in all his Slytherin glory, standing in her very own bedroom. He was wearing a pair of black jeans and a tight green t-shirt, his blond hair was slightly ruffled, his grey eyes were as mysterious as ever and his lips were curled into his ever-present smirk. Although, it was sort of endearing, that smirk... Hermione thought treacherously.

"Her-Hermione?" He mocked.

"It was you all that time, you overly large prat!" She yelled, inwardly noting his use of her first name.

"It was me all that time." He agreed, plopping onto her bed as if he owned the place.

"Excuse me?" She strode over to him and tried (unsuccessfully) to pull him off her bed. He crossed his arms behind his head. She rolled her eyes and sat down next to him resignedly.

"You're such a jerk, Draco."

"An adorable jerk?"

Hermione felt affronted.

"What is this? This sudden not being meanness and calling me by my first name?"

"You called me by my first name too, Hermione."

"I was taking cues from you."

"Take this cue," He said suddenly, sitting up and grabbing her and pulling her close for a kiss. His hands were gripping her shoulders and his lips were on hers. all Hermione could do was melt.

W-wait a second here. Draco Malfoy kissing me? Hermione thoughts formed slowly through the fog of passion that was slowly engulfing her. But they still got through.

She shoved Draco away. "What do you think you're doing, you big. evil. thing?!" She demanded indignantly.

"Kissing you." Draco smirked again, leaning back again into her pillows, relaxed as always.

"Well. phh. juh. yes! I realize that much. but. why?" Hermione flushed.

"Cause I wanted to."

"WHY?!"

"Because I like you. You're sweet and cute and confused and smart and innocent and independent and everything that Slytherin girls are not. Because I've wanted to since I saw you at the Yule Ball in fourth year. Because I wanted to see your reaction." Draco shrugged, as if this was a very obvious answer. He was perfectly collected, and this infuriated Hermione. She wished he was just as flustered as she was.

"What if I told you that I didn't like you? And that you're everything every Slytherin boy is? And that I've never wanted to kiss you? Or see any reaction from you other than the one you might give if I slapped you?"

"Then you'd either be really stupid and not in touch with yourself, or lying." Draco idly played with the ruffles on her pillow sham.

"Well. I. hmmph!" Hermione reddened further and crossed her arms stubbornly. Words evaded her.

"Good, I'm glad you enjoyed it immensely. But I have to run darling; I have a lunch appointment with my Father. He won't like it if I'm late. I'll pick you up at 7:00 tonight, dress semi-formal. Bye sweetheart." Draco pecked a stunned Hermione on the lips, hopped gingerly off the bed and strode out of the room, pausing and the doorway to give a roguish wink.

"What in the hell just happened?" Hermione ran over the events of the eventful past ten minutes.

Draco Malfoy, her sworn enemy, had shown up in her room and randomly kissed her, had professed to wanting to kiss her for a good while, had set them a date for tonight, and then had left. He had addressed her in terms that girlfriend and boyfriend used frequently. such as darling and sweetheart.

Either she was losing her mind, or she had just been made the girlfriend of Draco Malfoy. Without her consent. Or her objection, she reminded herself pertly. Well, she had been in shock!

How totally random! Next thing, pigs would be flying over her head in angel outfits!

Well, better pick out something to wear. after all, she had to get to the bottom of this.

TBC

AN: Finally. I love you, please forgive me. Thank-you for your patience and support. Off to write more now.

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