Hello all! I return. I apologize that I left the story off at such a
terrible place. Only now do I realize it is such a bad place to stop. Oh
well, Here's chapter ten for ya. Hope ya like it!
Hermione had spent the rest of the night reading in her hotel room curled in a chair by the fireplace after Draco had returned to the bed and appeared to be sleeping.
But Hermione didn't let her guard down. She was suddenly very aware of how vulnerable someone is while asleep and was amazed at the fact that he could just fall asleep anywhere without a care in the world.
Then again what dangers did he have to face? I mean Harry had Voldemort after him at every turn and Ron owned evil rats but no one was after Draco.
Plus his father would hunt them down and kill them. Hermione shrugged reflecting on the fact she wasn't really reading her book, she was reading Draco.
"Clash!"
Hermione's eyes darted open only to squeeze back again at the blinding light of the sun rising through the curtain. She was in the bed. How'd she get there?
She looked at a clock on the nightstand. Noon! How long had she slept! Then she remembered the clash. It had come from the kitchen.
She rose got dressed and quickly descended the stairs to the kitchen. There she beheld Draco cleaning a horrid mess.
It seemed as if Draco had dropped a teapot and teacup when trying to balance them on a glass tray to carry up to the room.
His cool grey eyes met hers and smiled. "Finally, how long were you intending to sleep? The bus leaves in ten minutes. I was making the tea to pour over your head to revive you."
She stared at him in amazement that he'd dump a kettle of hot tea over another human being's head. He caught her stunned look. "I was only joking, Lord, don't have a heart attack."
"Then why were you making it?" She questioned suspiciously.
"For you." He answered casually as if he had every right to make her tea in the morning.
"You don't have to make me tea." She answered.
He laughed at that. "I didn't do it because it was a requirement. I did it because I like you." He replied smoothly.
Hermione didn't want to continue the conversation so she just waved her wand and cleaned the mess for him. Disposing of the shards of glass in the trashcan and the scorching liquid draining down the sink. She then turned and went back upstairs to pack Draco following to do the same.
Once packed the duo boarded the bus yet again, and made their way to Nevada. Unfortunately, the bus broke down in the middle of the desert.
"Oh great." Muttered McGonagall. Harry's hand shot up. "Can't we just fly there professor?" Snape shook his head. "I'm afraid not Mr. Potter. We have to keep up Muggle appearance."
Minerva's face lit up. "We can steal some of those silver muggle things over there Severus." She pointed at a motorcycle gang hangout. Their bikes were unattended to, chained outside the building they were in.
Minerva led the students toward the motorcycles. "Aloha Mora." The chains adorning the bikes fell to the dirt with a thud. "Okay, I want the male in each pair driving and the female behind."
Minerva watched as each couple mounted the motorcycle before climbing on hers and gripping Severus around the waist. "Do you know what you are doing Severus?"
The bike revved and the bikers ran out of their building. "Follow me!" Snape yelled at the children as he sped away.
Draco, Harry, Goyle, and Ron imitated Snape and raced after him right before the bikers reached them.
Hermione held a death grip on Draco as the ground whizzed by beneath her feet. Though she tried her hardest to avoid physical contact with him she really had no choice in the matter of fear.
He looked over his shoulder. "Are you okay?" He asked. "No, keep your eyes on the road." She replied squeezing her eyes shut.
Draco didn't press the issue and turned his attention back to the road. Slightly to the left he saw a large flat rock slanting upward, like a ramp. He smiled. He couldn't do that; it was just too evil. Then again he was Draco Malfoy.
He veered the bike toward the stone. Hermione opened her eyes and realized they were going up. She looked over Draco's shoulder at the approaching edge.
"Draco, no, don't, stop!" Then she screamed as the bike was falling back towards earth. It landed with a thud and continued.
Hermione was paralyzed as she felt Draco's body ripple with laughter. Anger welled in her as she realized he was laughing at her. For the first time since boarding the motorcycle she unwrapped one arm from around him and slapped him in the back of the head.
"That's not funny." She scolded. "Yes but you are slightly more relaxed." He told her. Hermione realized she had been tricked into becoming calm and her anger grew.
Then she was aware of the bike's progress slowing and eventually stopping. They were in Las Vegas, gambling capital of the world.
Unfortunately, none of them were old enough to gamble except Snape who hit the Black Jack table with relish. McGonagall considered gambling evil and watched Severus to make sure he didn't bet the bus or something.
As dusk turned to dark Draco and Hermione were watching the cities beautiful lights sitting on the edge of a majestic fountain. "The lights are gorgeous." She told Draco.
"Not nearly as lovely as the ones reflected in your eyes." He told her.
She blushed and gave him a severe look. "I thought I told you none of that." She snapped.
He shrugged. "It's the truth." He said casually.
She closed her eyes not wanting to recognize the note of sincerity in his voice. She felt his hand cover hers.
She opened her mouth to berate him, but before she could get the words out she felt his breath against her ear. "I'm trying to the greatest of my ability to respect your wishes, Hermione, but I don't know if I'm strong enough." She felt his tongue trace her earlobe and she jumped.
"No!" She cried. He stood to steady her swaying body from falling over. "Why me? I mean I was once nothing to you. I was just a filthy Mudblood remember? You hate me!"
He pulled her closer. "That isn't what's really bothering you, Hermione. Tell me the truth." He tilted her head up to meet his gaze.
She could never deny anything of those silver eyes. "I'm afraid of you Draco." She whispered burrowing her head in his chest.
He stroked her hair gently. "I know. But I would never hurt you Hermione." He said seriously.
"How do I know that when you've hurt me already."
He sighed. "I guess I'll have to prove it."
************************************************************************Sorr y that the last chapter ten wasn't spaced, but this one is. Hopefully this one will be easier to read. I know that this story is morphing into a drama, but oh well, It's still interesting.
Hermione had spent the rest of the night reading in her hotel room curled in a chair by the fireplace after Draco had returned to the bed and appeared to be sleeping.
But Hermione didn't let her guard down. She was suddenly very aware of how vulnerable someone is while asleep and was amazed at the fact that he could just fall asleep anywhere without a care in the world.
Then again what dangers did he have to face? I mean Harry had Voldemort after him at every turn and Ron owned evil rats but no one was after Draco.
Plus his father would hunt them down and kill them. Hermione shrugged reflecting on the fact she wasn't really reading her book, she was reading Draco.
"Clash!"
Hermione's eyes darted open only to squeeze back again at the blinding light of the sun rising through the curtain. She was in the bed. How'd she get there?
She looked at a clock on the nightstand. Noon! How long had she slept! Then she remembered the clash. It had come from the kitchen.
She rose got dressed and quickly descended the stairs to the kitchen. There she beheld Draco cleaning a horrid mess.
It seemed as if Draco had dropped a teapot and teacup when trying to balance them on a glass tray to carry up to the room.
His cool grey eyes met hers and smiled. "Finally, how long were you intending to sleep? The bus leaves in ten minutes. I was making the tea to pour over your head to revive you."
She stared at him in amazement that he'd dump a kettle of hot tea over another human being's head. He caught her stunned look. "I was only joking, Lord, don't have a heart attack."
"Then why were you making it?" She questioned suspiciously.
"For you." He answered casually as if he had every right to make her tea in the morning.
"You don't have to make me tea." She answered.
He laughed at that. "I didn't do it because it was a requirement. I did it because I like you." He replied smoothly.
Hermione didn't want to continue the conversation so she just waved her wand and cleaned the mess for him. Disposing of the shards of glass in the trashcan and the scorching liquid draining down the sink. She then turned and went back upstairs to pack Draco following to do the same.
Once packed the duo boarded the bus yet again, and made their way to Nevada. Unfortunately, the bus broke down in the middle of the desert.
"Oh great." Muttered McGonagall. Harry's hand shot up. "Can't we just fly there professor?" Snape shook his head. "I'm afraid not Mr. Potter. We have to keep up Muggle appearance."
Minerva's face lit up. "We can steal some of those silver muggle things over there Severus." She pointed at a motorcycle gang hangout. Their bikes were unattended to, chained outside the building they were in.
Minerva led the students toward the motorcycles. "Aloha Mora." The chains adorning the bikes fell to the dirt with a thud. "Okay, I want the male in each pair driving and the female behind."
Minerva watched as each couple mounted the motorcycle before climbing on hers and gripping Severus around the waist. "Do you know what you are doing Severus?"
The bike revved and the bikers ran out of their building. "Follow me!" Snape yelled at the children as he sped away.
Draco, Harry, Goyle, and Ron imitated Snape and raced after him right before the bikers reached them.
Hermione held a death grip on Draco as the ground whizzed by beneath her feet. Though she tried her hardest to avoid physical contact with him she really had no choice in the matter of fear.
He looked over his shoulder. "Are you okay?" He asked. "No, keep your eyes on the road." She replied squeezing her eyes shut.
Draco didn't press the issue and turned his attention back to the road. Slightly to the left he saw a large flat rock slanting upward, like a ramp. He smiled. He couldn't do that; it was just too evil. Then again he was Draco Malfoy.
He veered the bike toward the stone. Hermione opened her eyes and realized they were going up. She looked over Draco's shoulder at the approaching edge.
"Draco, no, don't, stop!" Then she screamed as the bike was falling back towards earth. It landed with a thud and continued.
Hermione was paralyzed as she felt Draco's body ripple with laughter. Anger welled in her as she realized he was laughing at her. For the first time since boarding the motorcycle she unwrapped one arm from around him and slapped him in the back of the head.
"That's not funny." She scolded. "Yes but you are slightly more relaxed." He told her. Hermione realized she had been tricked into becoming calm and her anger grew.
Then she was aware of the bike's progress slowing and eventually stopping. They were in Las Vegas, gambling capital of the world.
Unfortunately, none of them were old enough to gamble except Snape who hit the Black Jack table with relish. McGonagall considered gambling evil and watched Severus to make sure he didn't bet the bus or something.
As dusk turned to dark Draco and Hermione were watching the cities beautiful lights sitting on the edge of a majestic fountain. "The lights are gorgeous." She told Draco.
"Not nearly as lovely as the ones reflected in your eyes." He told her.
She blushed and gave him a severe look. "I thought I told you none of that." She snapped.
He shrugged. "It's the truth." He said casually.
She closed her eyes not wanting to recognize the note of sincerity in his voice. She felt his hand cover hers.
She opened her mouth to berate him, but before she could get the words out she felt his breath against her ear. "I'm trying to the greatest of my ability to respect your wishes, Hermione, but I don't know if I'm strong enough." She felt his tongue trace her earlobe and she jumped.
"No!" She cried. He stood to steady her swaying body from falling over. "Why me? I mean I was once nothing to you. I was just a filthy Mudblood remember? You hate me!"
He pulled her closer. "That isn't what's really bothering you, Hermione. Tell me the truth." He tilted her head up to meet his gaze.
She could never deny anything of those silver eyes. "I'm afraid of you Draco." She whispered burrowing her head in his chest.
He stroked her hair gently. "I know. But I would never hurt you Hermione." He said seriously.
"How do I know that when you've hurt me already."
He sighed. "I guess I'll have to prove it."
************************************************************************Sorr y that the last chapter ten wasn't spaced, but this one is. Hopefully this one will be easier to read. I know that this story is morphing into a drama, but oh well, It's still interesting.