Title: Firefly

Chapter 5: Anything But Ordinary

Author: Kitty Malfoy

A/N: Ok this is gonna be a song-fic chapter. BUT I'm only going to be using the first couple of lyrics from the song that I am using, so don't get all persnickety when you don't see the whole song, 'cuz I warned you! Right here! DON'T FORGET! I also don't want any flames from people saying this isn't anything like Cruel Intentions. I actually said, and I quote, "it's LOOSELY based on Cruel Intentions." Ok, so 'loosely' wasn't capitalized, but I was making a point. Anyhoo, this should be a long chapter, if not, I'll iron my hands. {Song: Anything But Ordinary by Avril Lavigne}

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"To breakfast, then?" Draco asked. He stood and held out a hand. That familiar smirk was on his face, and Hermione felt strange. Her head clouded over and her stomach emptied and the couch seemed to drop away from beneath her. The next thing she knew, her hand was in his, and she was being dragged out of the room.

"DRACO!" She screamed as they went wizzing out from behind the statue that concealed their dorm. He chuckled and continued to pull her along by her wrist. They reached the main stairs, and he finally slowed down. "Draco! I can't go down like this! I'm in my pajama's and I'm wearing your robe!"

"Really?" He mocked in an innocent voice, "Why don't you just magick it to a Gryffindor one?" He started walking down the steps backwards, his slate gray eyes never leaving hers. "You know why!" she huffed starting warily down after him. "You dragged me out, before I could grab my wand..."

"Oh yeah! Ya know, I could just take my robe back if you don't want to be seen wearing it." He reached out and tugged on the sleeve of the robe. Hermione screamed and slide away, wrapping it tighter around her semi-nude body. She glared at him, and Draco felt his smirk falter. She must have noticed as well for her small mouth parted slightly and her nose wrinkled in confusion.

The smirk was instantly back and he pushed her towards the doors to the Great Hall. "You wanted to know me, well here I am." He said seriously as he pushed her. She stumbled slightly and managed to brace herself on the door. Unfortunately it was slightly open and swung in from her weight. She fell through and barely managed to stay on her feet.

1,000 heads swiveled to look at the Head Girl, and she blushed profusely. She quickly wrapped the green silk around her body, making sure everything was covered and started towards the Gryffindor table, holding her head high with what dignity she could muster. Draco entered behind her and grabbed her shoulder. Harry stood up abruptly, with a clatter of dishes. With a look of horror on her face, she allowed herself to be lead to the Slytherin table. Harry looked confused and hurt. She mouthed 'we'll talk later', and he finally sat back down.

Dumbledore watched the entire scene with withheld laughter, and ate another lemon drop.

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Hermione scowled at Draco, and he laughed. "We can end the bet now. There's nothing at stake." Hermione snorted and drank some of her pumpkin juice. "Except for winning." She supplied. Draco drank his own juice and blotted at his mouth with a crisp green napkin. "You and I think alike, Granger." He pointed out, seriously, and began to fix his oatmeal. Hermione shook her head; her honey brown curls bouncing atop her shoulders. She poured brown sugar into her steaming oatmeal, along with two ice cubes. "My thoughts are my own..." Something caught her eye and she looked down at his own meal. Oatmeal, brown sugar, two ice cubes. She looked back to her own. They were identical. "Creepy." Was all she said.

"Our thoughts may be different, but the patterns are the same. You can't change that." He gave her another superior look over the rim of his goblet, and Hermione heard herself sigh in annoyance.

Draco put his cup down, and looked across the table at Hermione. Her hair was indeed messy, but it still glowed in the early sunlight and hung regally about her shoulders. The honey-cinnamon waves accented her creamy skin that had already lost its summer tan. Her mysterious eyes were stuck on a turquoise brown that seemed to shift colors in the light and her mood. Those eyes that looked at him in annoyance were large and oval, and sheltered beneath finely arched eyebrows. If he studied her face close enough, he could make out a small dappling of freckles across her nose and cheeks.

Hermione, annoyed though she was, studied him as well. His platinum blonde hair was disheveled looking, but roguishly handsome at the same time. His pale skin looked as if it had never seen the sun. On any other, it would seem sunken and hollow, but it suited Draco perfectly. The bleached blonde hair and ivory skin accented and countered each other, finding the perfect balance. His lips were small and full and soft coral in coloring. Her gaze rose upwards, but she couldn't meet his eyes - not yet. His cheekbones were high and finely sculpted giving him a mature look that was in direct opposition to his boyish curls. Finally she met his eyes. They were large and round, filled with molten silver. They were lighter than cold stones beneath her bare feet, and darker than the steel goblets set along the Slytherin table. They perfectly matched the silver in the House banner that hung above the table. The Sorting Hat had certainly chosen the right house for him. All these thoughts ran through her head and she lost herself in his mesmerizing silver-gray eyes.

"Let's get down to business."

Hermione was rudely broken out of her reverie and was about to protest when she realized how ridiculous that would sound. It sounded ridiculous, even to her. The gears spun in her head as she tried to sort everything out. Meanwhile, Draco had started talking.

"My mother is Narcissa Vanessa Malfoy. Maiden name, Williams. My father as you know is Lucius Malfoy; no middle name."

Hermione interrupted, "What's your middle name?"

Draco blinked in surprise. "How is that of any relevance?"

"Well," She started swallowing some toast, "You said I didn't know anything about you. You middle name is about you, is it not?"

Draco cleared his throat. "Hmm, you make an annoying point, Granger. It's Augustus. After Augustus Caesar."

Hermione looked at him and her lips twitched into a small smile. "That's a nice name." Draco only 'hmph-ed'.



SOMETIMES I GET SO WEIRD

I EVEN FREAK MYSELF OUT

I LAUGH MYSELF TO SLEEP

IT'S MY LULLABY



Suddenly Hermione burst into giggles and sniggers. Draco looked at her in surprise. She was attempting to hide her red face behind her hands, and her hair fell into her face. Everyone at the Slytherin table turned and looked at her which only made her laugh harder. She was laughing so hard that she snorted. Draco looked at her incredulously, "Did you just snort?" He asked. Hermione shook her head violently in denial, but Draco was apparently, not to be deterred. "You did!" He exclaimed, "You snorted!" Hermione was turning purple she was laughing so hard, and when she tried to deny it again, she only succeeded in causing herself to hyperventilate.

Before he knew what was happening, he started chuckle. More people turned and looked at them from other tables. It had been so long since Draco had really 'laughed' and it felt so strange and sounded so odd coming from his own mouth. Once he let it loose he couldn't stop it. Almost everyone that was down in the Great Hall at that time was looking at them and stopping what they were doing. They both managed to stumble off their benches and run out of the Hall.

Draco stopped when he tried to open the doors, and Hermione ran into him - pushing him through - his green robe streaming out from her shoulders. The door closed behind them, and their laughter faded away leaving the Hall in complete silence. Not even the rats that hid beneath the wooden tables searching for scraps uttered a single noise.

A bench grated against the stone floor, and Harry stood angrily to his feet. His shoes clicked on the floor as he ran to the door and flung it open. A moment later Ron followed after. The room stared at the large doors as they finally closed shut with a BOOM. Instantly, chatter filled the giant room and the rats hid from the noise.

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Failing to find Hermione in her dorm or the library, Harry was ready to give up when the roaring of an engine brought him to the main door.

A Jaguar Roadster swerved out of the Forbidden Forest, its tires digging into the lush grass. The sunlight glared off of the black painted metal, and Harry shielded his emerald eyes. He opened his eyes as the car swerved again, around the main gate, and sped off down the road. He heard Ron curse in confusion behind him as he stared at the large dust cloud the car left in its wake.

"I'm right there with ya, mate."

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SOMETIMES I DRIVE SO FAST

JUST TO FEEL THE DANGER

I WANNA SCREAM

IT MAKES ME FEEL SO ALIVE



Hermione's hair streamed out behind her in waves of changing color, and her arm rested on the windowsill; her blue fingernails tapping in time to Alive by POD that blared out of the radio. The other readjusted her fashionably large, tortoise-shell sunglasses, and a large pink dome of bubblegum popped across her sparkly, pink lips. She had changed into a light blue T-shirt, and a white mini-skirt. White flip-flops lay at the bottom of her seat - forgotten.

Draco had also changed. He now wore a tight green shirt, and black slacks. His own favorite pair of Armani sunglasses rested on the bridge of his nose. He sighed in content and Hermione turned to him, pushing her sunglasses up on top of her head.

"So this is where you go when you don't show up for class." She mused with a grin.

Hermione found it increasingly easier to be relaxed around him. Far in the back of her mind she struggled to come to grips with this strange reaction to her childhood enemy.



IS IT ENOUGH TO LOVE?

IS IT ENOUGH TO BREATH?



He grinned, keeping his eyes on the road, and revved up the engine speeding it forward. A tendril of hair whipped in front of Hermione's vision as she studied Draco's face, but she ignored it. "The love of the drive." She mumbled to herself. He looked at her and smirked as the car whipped around a sharp turn. "You must love something as well? Something that just 'sets you free'." Hermione felt it slightly odd that such philosophical words sprouted from his mouth.

"Adrenaline." She finally said.

Draco looked at her. "Adrenaline?"



SOMEBODY RIP MY HEART OUT AND LEAVE ME HERE TO BLEED IS IT ENOUGH TO DIE?



"Adrenaline. It's wild - you can taste it. And when there's adrenaline you don't even feel the pain. It swallows you, buries you, than lifts you above everything else until it's all that you can feel. Adrenaline - maybe stronger than death, even."

"You amaze me, Granger." Draco said out loud.

Hermione smirked herself, and pulled her bare feet and long legs up to rest on the dashboard. "It seems...we both have a lot to learn."

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SOMEBODY SAVE MY LIFE

I'D RATHER BE ANYTHING BUT ORDINARY, PLEASE



"Granger. Why were you laughing so hard in the Great Hall?" Draco asked as their conversation winded down and they headed back towards Hogwarts. Hermione sniggered slightly, and he frowned at her. "Don't even start."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "It's just that when you told me your middle name, I was thinking of what your initials would be, and they spelled out 'DAM'." Hermione started to giggle, and looked at Draco. He raised an eyebrow. "Is that it?" He looked unimpressed.

"You think it's funny that my initials spell out 'DAM'?"

"Well not when you say it with that kind of attitude!" Hermione admonished; making a face at the Slytherin. She turned huffily back to face the road as Hogwarts castle reappeared from the horizon. Pulling her shades back over her eyes she stuck her tongue out at Draco, when she thought he wasn't looking.

He chuckled.

"Hermione Granger, you are anything but ordinary."

She smiled and looked towards the side at the passing landscape, "Don't you forget it."

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TO WALK WITHIN THE LINES

WOULD MAKE MY LIFE SO BORING

I WANT TO KNOW THAT I

HAVE BEEN TO THE EXTREME



"What time is it?" Hermione asked climbing out of Draco's car that was hidden deep within the forest. He checked the silver Rolex on his wrist. "About 11:45. We have just enough time for a quick dip before lunch." Sticking his hands in the pockets of his slacks he strode out into the sunshine. Hermione stared at his back for a second, "What?" She ran to catch up to him. "You'll see."

Hermione shook her head as if to clear it of his strangeness, and looked up at the grand castle that was Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The sun beat down on her showering her with its warmth and dusty light. Her mood was instantly lightened.

Draco stopped. Turning to face him, Hermione was greeted by his bare chest. She gasped in surprise and stumbled backwards; her cheeks tinted pink. The sound of a body hitting water met her ears, and she barely managed to crab- walk out of the way of the water that rained down where she had just been sitting.

His hea d reappeared above the water's surface, "Come on Granger, the squid won't hurt you." "Maybe not," she called back, "But the merpeople might."

"Aw, come on!"

"Besides, I'm NOT swimming with you. And I'm pretty sure that swimming in the lake is against school rules. Breaking rules after only being Head Boy for a week is very unbecoming."

Even from her seat on the grassy hill, she could see the pouting look on his face. She laughed and laid down in the flowers; conjuring herself a book.

"Sure! When you say it with THAT kind of attitude." He yelled back. Hermione slammed down her book, and glared at him, though it was highly unlikely that he could see her. "Hey!" She shouted. "Why do you go to such extremes?" she asked.

"Why do walk between the lines?" he countered.

She screamed in annoyance and grabbing her book ripped it open violently. It was moments like this that Hermione was glad she only had to hang out with him for a day. ********* ------------------------------------------------------------------------