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Ron sat bolt right up, sweat pouring in miniature streams down his face. He surveyed his surroundings. Hermione was slumbering peacefully a small distance from Draco who was doing the same.
He mopped his brow. "It must have been a dream." He muttered to the silence. He looked at the pink sky.
Suddenly the elevator jerked downward, awakening his sleeping comrades. As the platform screeched to a halt at the base of the tower the three were greeted by an outraged McGonagall "What the hell happened up there!" She demanded.
"Pansy pushed me over and Draco and Ron caught me and pulled me up. By the time we got back on the elevator everyone else was gone." Hermione confessed honestly.
"Miss Parkinson did this?" The trio nodded. "She will be punished severely, it was dumb luck that Severus and I were down here to catch them all. She could have killed someone!"
Minerva composed herself and cleared her throat. "Either way we need to get you three to the hotel so you can, bathe, change and eat, follow me." The pupils obeyed allowing her to guide them to the hotel Snape had chosen.
Once each child had been provided for, they went bus shopping and bought another bus. They didn't consider that they needed a driver. After a long argument they decided Snape should drive. The children piled onto the bus one by one reluctantly.
"Lord, please let me live through this." Minerva whispered sitting down behind Severus. Snape started the bus and took off on the wrong side of the road.
A giant truck blew its horn loudly as they sped towards it. Snape was paralyzed with fear. Minerva's mind swam. She turned to the students desperately. "Children on the count of three cast Wingardium Leviosa as you never have before!" She cried. "One, two, three!"
The bus was filled with the swishing of wands and the sounding of the spell. The bus began to rise, but not fast enough, the two back seats were plowed off along with Ginny.
She clutched the back of a seat frantically. "Help me!" She screamed, the wind whipping her words away. No one could walk down the aisle without being blown out of the bus.
Harry leapt over his seat and landed in the one behind him, Ron following his lead on the other side. They repeated this motion until they were both crouched in the seat that's back was attached to Ginny.
Draco was too busy restraining the struggling Hermione to assist. Harry reached his hand over the seat and Ron copied him. They each took one of Ginny's arms and hauled her over the seat.
She sat between the two men, paralyzed. Snape finally managed to get the flying bus under control and brought it to a stop in a grove of trees.
Draco released Hermione who ran to Ginny and wrapped her arms around the other female. "Well, that was. different." Ginny squeaked.
Ginny turned on Goyle and thumped him in the chest. "You numb skull, why didn't you help me?"
Goyle snapped out of his stupefied trance. "Huh?"
Ginny rolled her eyes. "Never mind."
Minerva rounded on Snape. "Severus, you idiot! We almost killed a student. No more driving for you. Ever! We will hire a driver as soon as we get out of the trees."
Snape looked down remorsefully. "I'm sorry, Minerva, I just wanted to drive and besides you let me."
McGonagall paused. "I suppose that's true. More fool I. Okay children we're gonna jump, come on." She hopped out the back of the bus landing on her feet easily. The students followed.
Minerva scratched her head. "Uh, Severus, where exactly are we?"
Snape landed beside her. "Uh, I'm not sure, let's ask that person. Excuse me sir,"
"Nine, nine!" The stranger yelled before stalking away.
Minerva shrugged "We must be in Germany. Let's go find a hotel to drop these kids off and find another bus." She grumbled irritably.
They walked to the nearest hotel, knocked every muggle unconscious and locked every door leading to the outside so they could shop in peace.
"I'm hungry." Stated Draco "Let's go to the kitchen."
"Okay." Agreed Hermione.
They descended the steps to the kitchen. Draco made a pouting face at Hermione. "Will you make me Belgium waffles?" He asked pitifully.
"No."
Draco looked crushed. "But, but."
Hermione gazed into his eyes. "Oh that's pitiful." She said rebukingly.
"But, but." His lower lip trembled.
"Oh fine, I'll make the bloody waffles, just stop!"
His face immediately changed to a broad grin. "Works every time." He said happily.
She shook her head and made the waffles. She served them to him.
"Thank you." He said sweetly.
She walked to the refrigerator to get milk. "Would you get me some syrup?" He called over his shoulder. She ground her teeth. She snatched the syrup from the counter glaring at the back of his head. She collected an idea. She walked behind him and casually turned the syrup bottle over his perfectly groomed hair.
His mouth fell open as he stood picking up his precious waffles and flinging them at her.
She rushed over to the milk carton and waved blindly, spewing milk all over the kitchen.
He picked up an egg and cracked it over her head.
"Oh that does it." She informed Draco grabbing the bag of flour and tipping it all over his shirt.
"Don't start what you can't finish." He advised her smearing her shirt with butter.
She flung the refrigerator door open and snatched the ketchup bottle, spraying him with ketchup.
Draco ran to grab the mustard bottle but slipped on a broken egg, slamming into Hermione and causing them both to hit the floor, which was coated with flour milk and other lovely food items.
Draco had, however, been able to snatch the mustard bottle. While Hermione was helpless with laughter he pinned both her wrists with one of his hands above her head and started spraying her with mustard.
"Give up?" He questioned, almost out of mustard.
She managed to choke out a "Yes!"
He released her and rolled off her. "Would you like to know what your punishment is for arousing the great Malfoy rage?"
"No." She replied immediately.
"Too bad, you don't have an option." He leaned over and kissed her softly.
"You taste like ketchup and syrup!" She accused.
"It's your fault." He pointed out.
"It's your fault, you are the one who had to have waffles." She argued.
"But, but." She thumped him in the chest. "Stop. I'm just gonna resort to violence now."
"As if you weren't before."
Just then Harry, Pansy and Ron came in. Harry's eyes grew to the size of saucers. "What happened in here?" He asked, shocked.
"Uh. We need a bath. Come on Hermione." Draco pulled her to her feet and pulled her out of the room.
"Hey! You have to clean this up!" Pansy yelled after them.
They ran to the pool. Draco lifted Hermione easily and threw her in. She surfaced. "That was rude." She remarked haughtily.
"Oh shut up." He said diving in with her. When he surfaced she splashed him.
"That's for being annoying." She told him simply. He splashed her back.
"That's for lying." He told her sweetly.
She shook her head at him "You're conceited." She informed him.
"You're a pain. Pouring syrup on my beautiful hair."
"I was trying to fix it." She returned.
He pulled her toward him and rinsed the egg from her hair. "Are you suggesting my hair looks bad?" He asked incredulously.
"It looks awful." She said smiling. He raised his ketchup-coated eyebrows. "You like it." He told her knowingly.
"I do not." She defended weakly.
"You like it." He confirmed.
"I repeat. you're conceited."
"That doesn't change the facts." He pulled himself out of the pool and helped her do the same.
"Let's go up to the room." She suggested. "I need to talk to you anyway."
He shrugged and stood walking with her back to the bedroom. She closed the door and plopped down on the bed, he sat beside her.
"What?"
She sighed. "Harry is my friend, Draco, and so is Ron, you're going to have to make amends with them if you're going to be my." She trailed off, not knowing the right word to describe him.
"Lover?" He teased.
She glared at him "Boyfriend." She amended.
"You think to use my hatred for Potter as a shield against your affection for me." He stated knowingly.
She automatically shook her head, sending chocolate waves flying in all directions. "No, they're my friends and."
But he was already nodding his head with conviction. "Except it, Hermione, You're afraid of me."
Her face twisted into a mask of defiance. "I am not."
He completely ignored her. "The question is why are you afraid of me, I would never hurt you."
"Draco Malfoy, I am not afraid of you!" She protested, thumping him in the chest to prove her anger at such a statement.
He chuckled softly. "Fine, Hermione, you win, you're not afraid of me. I can attempt to be civil if I must to Potter, but Weasley is another story."
Hermione's eyes lit with curiosity. "Why?"
His silver eyes pierced hers. "He continuously injures you."
She shrugged. "He doesn't do it on purpose."
"Like hell he doesn't." Draco snarled.
Hermione sighed exasperated with his domineering behavior. "Draco, I don't belong to you, so get over it." She snapped standing and walking to the bathroom to change.
"Oh but you do, little love, you do." He whispered to her retreating back.
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Ron sat bolt right up, sweat pouring in miniature streams down his face. He surveyed his surroundings. Hermione was slumbering peacefully a small distance from Draco who was doing the same.
He mopped his brow. "It must have been a dream." He muttered to the silence. He looked at the pink sky.
Suddenly the elevator jerked downward, awakening his sleeping comrades. As the platform screeched to a halt at the base of the tower the three were greeted by an outraged McGonagall "What the hell happened up there!" She demanded.
"Pansy pushed me over and Draco and Ron caught me and pulled me up. By the time we got back on the elevator everyone else was gone." Hermione confessed honestly.
"Miss Parkinson did this?" The trio nodded. "She will be punished severely, it was dumb luck that Severus and I were down here to catch them all. She could have killed someone!"
Minerva composed herself and cleared her throat. "Either way we need to get you three to the hotel so you can, bathe, change and eat, follow me." The pupils obeyed allowing her to guide them to the hotel Snape had chosen.
Once each child had been provided for, they went bus shopping and bought another bus. They didn't consider that they needed a driver. After a long argument they decided Snape should drive. The children piled onto the bus one by one reluctantly.
"Lord, please let me live through this." Minerva whispered sitting down behind Severus. Snape started the bus and took off on the wrong side of the road.
A giant truck blew its horn loudly as they sped towards it. Snape was paralyzed with fear. Minerva's mind swam. She turned to the students desperately. "Children on the count of three cast Wingardium Leviosa as you never have before!" She cried. "One, two, three!"
The bus was filled with the swishing of wands and the sounding of the spell. The bus began to rise, but not fast enough, the two back seats were plowed off along with Ginny.
She clutched the back of a seat frantically. "Help me!" She screamed, the wind whipping her words away. No one could walk down the aisle without being blown out of the bus.
Harry leapt over his seat and landed in the one behind him, Ron following his lead on the other side. They repeated this motion until they were both crouched in the seat that's back was attached to Ginny.
Draco was too busy restraining the struggling Hermione to assist. Harry reached his hand over the seat and Ron copied him. They each took one of Ginny's arms and hauled her over the seat.
She sat between the two men, paralyzed. Snape finally managed to get the flying bus under control and brought it to a stop in a grove of trees.
Draco released Hermione who ran to Ginny and wrapped her arms around the other female. "Well, that was. different." Ginny squeaked.
Ginny turned on Goyle and thumped him in the chest. "You numb skull, why didn't you help me?"
Goyle snapped out of his stupefied trance. "Huh?"
Ginny rolled her eyes. "Never mind."
Minerva rounded on Snape. "Severus, you idiot! We almost killed a student. No more driving for you. Ever! We will hire a driver as soon as we get out of the trees."
Snape looked down remorsefully. "I'm sorry, Minerva, I just wanted to drive and besides you let me."
McGonagall paused. "I suppose that's true. More fool I. Okay children we're gonna jump, come on." She hopped out the back of the bus landing on her feet easily. The students followed.
Minerva scratched her head. "Uh, Severus, where exactly are we?"
Snape landed beside her. "Uh, I'm not sure, let's ask that person. Excuse me sir,"
"Nine, nine!" The stranger yelled before stalking away.
Minerva shrugged "We must be in Germany. Let's go find a hotel to drop these kids off and find another bus." She grumbled irritably.
They walked to the nearest hotel, knocked every muggle unconscious and locked every door leading to the outside so they could shop in peace.
"I'm hungry." Stated Draco "Let's go to the kitchen."
"Okay." Agreed Hermione.
They descended the steps to the kitchen. Draco made a pouting face at Hermione. "Will you make me Belgium waffles?" He asked pitifully.
"No."
Draco looked crushed. "But, but."
Hermione gazed into his eyes. "Oh that's pitiful." She said rebukingly.
"But, but." His lower lip trembled.
"Oh fine, I'll make the bloody waffles, just stop!"
His face immediately changed to a broad grin. "Works every time." He said happily.
She shook her head and made the waffles. She served them to him.
"Thank you." He said sweetly.
She walked to the refrigerator to get milk. "Would you get me some syrup?" He called over his shoulder. She ground her teeth. She snatched the syrup from the counter glaring at the back of his head. She collected an idea. She walked behind him and casually turned the syrup bottle over his perfectly groomed hair.
His mouth fell open as he stood picking up his precious waffles and flinging them at her.
She rushed over to the milk carton and waved blindly, spewing milk all over the kitchen.
He picked up an egg and cracked it over her head.
"Oh that does it." She informed Draco grabbing the bag of flour and tipping it all over his shirt.
"Don't start what you can't finish." He advised her smearing her shirt with butter.
She flung the refrigerator door open and snatched the ketchup bottle, spraying him with ketchup.
Draco ran to grab the mustard bottle but slipped on a broken egg, slamming into Hermione and causing them both to hit the floor, which was coated with flour milk and other lovely food items.
Draco had, however, been able to snatch the mustard bottle. While Hermione was helpless with laughter he pinned both her wrists with one of his hands above her head and started spraying her with mustard.
"Give up?" He questioned, almost out of mustard.
She managed to choke out a "Yes!"
He released her and rolled off her. "Would you like to know what your punishment is for arousing the great Malfoy rage?"
"No." She replied immediately.
"Too bad, you don't have an option." He leaned over and kissed her softly.
"You taste like ketchup and syrup!" She accused.
"It's your fault." He pointed out.
"It's your fault, you are the one who had to have waffles." She argued.
"But, but." She thumped him in the chest. "Stop. I'm just gonna resort to violence now."
"As if you weren't before."
Just then Harry, Pansy and Ron came in. Harry's eyes grew to the size of saucers. "What happened in here?" He asked, shocked.
"Uh. We need a bath. Come on Hermione." Draco pulled her to her feet and pulled her out of the room.
"Hey! You have to clean this up!" Pansy yelled after them.
They ran to the pool. Draco lifted Hermione easily and threw her in. She surfaced. "That was rude." She remarked haughtily.
"Oh shut up." He said diving in with her. When he surfaced she splashed him.
"That's for being annoying." She told him simply. He splashed her back.
"That's for lying." He told her sweetly.
She shook her head at him "You're conceited." She informed him.
"You're a pain. Pouring syrup on my beautiful hair."
"I was trying to fix it." She returned.
He pulled her toward him and rinsed the egg from her hair. "Are you suggesting my hair looks bad?" He asked incredulously.
"It looks awful." She said smiling. He raised his ketchup-coated eyebrows. "You like it." He told her knowingly.
"I do not." She defended weakly.
"You like it." He confirmed.
"I repeat. you're conceited."
"That doesn't change the facts." He pulled himself out of the pool and helped her do the same.
"Let's go up to the room." She suggested. "I need to talk to you anyway."
He shrugged and stood walking with her back to the bedroom. She closed the door and plopped down on the bed, he sat beside her.
"What?"
She sighed. "Harry is my friend, Draco, and so is Ron, you're going to have to make amends with them if you're going to be my." She trailed off, not knowing the right word to describe him.
"Lover?" He teased.
She glared at him "Boyfriend." She amended.
"You think to use my hatred for Potter as a shield against your affection for me." He stated knowingly.
She automatically shook her head, sending chocolate waves flying in all directions. "No, they're my friends and."
But he was already nodding his head with conviction. "Except it, Hermione, You're afraid of me."
Her face twisted into a mask of defiance. "I am not."
He completely ignored her. "The question is why are you afraid of me, I would never hurt you."
"Draco Malfoy, I am not afraid of you!" She protested, thumping him in the chest to prove her anger at such a statement.
He chuckled softly. "Fine, Hermione, you win, you're not afraid of me. I can attempt to be civil if I must to Potter, but Weasley is another story."
Hermione's eyes lit with curiosity. "Why?"
His silver eyes pierced hers. "He continuously injures you."
She shrugged. "He doesn't do it on purpose."
"Like hell he doesn't." Draco snarled.
Hermione sighed exasperated with his domineering behavior. "Draco, I don't belong to you, so get over it." She snapped standing and walking to the bathroom to change.
"Oh but you do, little love, you do." He whispered to her retreating back.
************************************************************************See, I told you I'd never kill Ron, but you thought I did! Admit it! Any way, so far the voted for favorite chapter are mostly for Karaoke. Keep sending me your opinions. Tata!