Title: Firefly
Chapter 11: The Breaking of the Three
Author: Kitty Malfoy
A/N: Everything HP is Rowling's. The parts I have borrowed from the movie 'Cruel Intentions' are copyrighted as such. The rest of the plot and any extra characters are MINE! No touchy! I'm not sure if this chapter is going to be long, seeing as how it was 7 pages long on notebook paper, but when I type it up it usually becomes much shorter. Usually I add on more, when I'm on the computer, but it's Christmas and I sort of overdosed on 'REAL' eggnog, so....... I'm practically unconscious. I shall try my best though. Ugh.... My friend wants me to go shopping with her tomorrow...AT 6 AM! Grrr
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Harry gaped like a fish out of water and Ron fell over backwards out of his chair. Draco cockily leaned over where Hermione was sitting. He draped his arms over her shoulders and rested his chin next to her ear.
"Well, you can't have 'er!" Harry sputtered.
"Like hell I can't!" Draco retorted hotly. He stood upwards fiercely. The animosity between the two cloaked the entire room in a clashing haze of silver and gold. Energy cackled like lightening back and forth sparking and flaring up and up to bright peaks of light then dying back down again. Their eyes locked, and to Hermione it seemed as if more of the aforementioned lightening lanced out through their optic connection. The confronting energies clashed making no noise in the deafening silence. They snapped at one another as though possessing the mighty jaws of dragons. Neither one backed down nor seemed in danger of being "swallowed" by the other. Finally Hermione cut in.
"No one can "HAVE" me......Only "parts" of me......" She clarified weakly.
Draco snorted and the struggle ended leaving Harry's forehead beaded with sweat and Draco panting slightly. Draco nuzzled her neck, "I think Potter's just jealous that you're not going out with Him anymore," He reasoned out. A pale hand snaked stealthily out of the shadowed sleeves of Draco's robes and trailed it's way up Hermione's arm, caressing her bare skin before it started to play with a honey-dipped lock of hair. She bit her lip against the pleasure that his simple loving touch gave her. She could feel the same pure and holy energy seeping through the skin of her arm and flooding through her body like the tsunamis of old. She blinked. For a fraction of a second her world seemed to be cloaked in a silver haze, but her eye closed again, of their own volition and the color of reality came racing back. She batted away his hand, and he relinquished her hair with a final caress of her porcelain cheek.
"Draco..."She growled; her voice lowering an octave, "You're not helping."
She could sense the rolling of his slate eyes behind her and rolled her own. "Well he is..." he muttered.
Hermione looked back at Harry and Ron. The redhead was on his feet again and he looked truly somber. Harry himself was turning an angry shade of crimson. Hermione feared he would soon turn the color of the Gryffindor banner high above and explode if she didn't intervene.
"You guys are my best friends. I really want you to be happy for me." Her eyes shifted to a somber chocolate brown and they pleaded to her friends in a silent begging voice that burrowed deep into their connected hearts that were bound together.
Ron crossed the threshold to where she stood. His warm and callused hands cupped her chin forcing her to look at him. "Do you trust him?" Ron asked. His sturdy hand held her there, and Hermione was unable to look away. Ron's own eyes searched her face intently as he awaited a reply. His joking demeanor and expression were uncharacteristically serious and solemn.
Hermione nodded and replied without hesitation, "I do." Her unhindered answer given in a firm and stubborn voice convinced Ron, if her answer had not. If her confession had, then her tone and body language only further ascertained his decision.
Still leaning against the button-leathered couch Draco felt something wrench inside him. He did love her - or at least he thought he did...however the matter of the bet gnawed at his insides eating away at the strings of his heart.
Hermione on the other hand hadn't broken eye contact with her best friend, and she watched as his mouth slowly formed a reply.
"Then I trust YOU, 'Mione." He said. He smiled down at her and his thumb grazed her lower jaw in a brotherly fashion.
Draco's gut wrenched again and the awful feeling inside him latched its fearsome jaws into his heart.
Hermione's joyful grin faded as Harry whirled on Ron. Ron stumbled backwards as Harry's hands pushed him roughly back with the force of seven years of Quidditch honed muscles. "I can't believe you Ron! I thought you'd be on my side with this one." He accused getting in Ron's face. His bass voice was shaking and halting in his anger.
Ron became angry as well and his long arms gestured wildly. The lightening returned thought this time between the dragons of gold and bronze. The clashing of the two energies was less violent than the battle between gold and silver; though no less subdued. The figmentary dragons circled each other barely containing the fighting spirit that lay dormant inside them. Ron's angered words fueled his proverbial dragon and the bronze lightening encircling it flared to new brilliance. "You can't believe ME?" he repeated in disbelief, "I can't believe YOU! I thought you of all people would be on Hermione's side!"
Hermione stood up and pushed them apart. "Stop it please!" She pleaded. She turned to Ron, the more hot-tempered of the two, and pushed him back slightly, if only to keep the two out of the range of physical contact. "I don't want either of you to be mad at the other because of me!" She continued. Her gaze moved back and forth between the two, pleading and begging with her wide eyes.
Harry scowled and turned away. Ron paced back and forth running a hand through his fire engine read hair. He stopped his pacing and turned to Hermione with his own scowl. "It's not because of you that I'm mad, 'Mione," he insisted.
"But-" she protested.
"It's because of HIM!" he flopped down into the chair he had previously occupied. His brow was furrowed and his out-thrust jaw rested on his balled fist. "At least she trusted you enough to tell you the truth straight out." He accused to Harry's back, "Personally, I don't see why she bothered."
Hermione turned to see what reaction Ron's words had caused with Harry. She gnawed on her lower lip and she faced Harry's turned back with her hands clasped nervously in front of her. Harry's shoulders slouched and he thrust his fists into the pockets of his khaki's. Hermione watched him go with a strained expression. When the common room door finally closed behind him she fell boneless to the floor next to Ron'' chair.
"Oh, Ron!" She exclaimed leaning against his outstretched leg. "What am I going to do?" She asked helplessly. She let out a sigh that belied her psychological exhaustion the entire ordeal had wrought on her.
"You could do ME the favor of NOT making out in front of me..." he replied sticking out his tongue at her. In a typical Ron gesture he had brought comedy to a situation that seemingly had none. His eyes were crinkled with mirth and shone with mischief. Hermione was instantly glad that he had shed both his somber and angry demeanor. She laughed and punched the leg upon which she had previously been leaning. "I'll work on that..." She replied, sarcastically. "Weird?" She asked.
"Just...a LOT!" he confessed with a wispy chuckle.
Hermione stood up and brushed off her jeans. Shooting Ron a thankful and loving look she grabbed Draco's hand and started to lead him out of the common room. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Ron roll his own, and she grinned evilly. "Come on, baby!" She cooed, mockingly, to Draco. "Bye bye, Draky-poo!" Ron called out after Draco. Hermione burst into giggles, but wouldn't let go of her death-grip on Draco's arm as he attempted to launch himself at Ron.
Hermione pulled Draco towards her with strength neither Ron nor Draco knew she possessed and kissed him. Ron recovered from his shock and immediately started gagging. Hermione giggled again despite her rather awkward and intimate position. Still making-out the couple stumbled into the corridor and closed the common room door.
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As the couple walked past the large bay windows in the corridor, Hermione stopped. Draco noticed several paces onward that Hermione was no longer following him and turned. Her forehead was resting against the glass of one of the windows and her breath fogged the area before her lips. One hand rested on the cold stone siding and the other grazed the granite ledge beneath the window. Her eyes were locked on the bright blue sky.
The sun had reached its noon position. As it slid out from behind the clouds great shafts of hazy golden light burst through every window of the hall. The normally gray and shadowed hall was striped in gold light. Hermione herself was bathed if not drowning in the warmth. Slowly her head turned to face him, and at that exact moment Draco felt the world fall away from him until she was all he could see. He felt like he would agree to anything she asked of him.
Her hair glowed with such heated light it looked as if a single spark would set it aflame. Her cream face was lined in silver and soon its features were indiscernible through the blinding white light that consumed it. All that was visible was her hazel eyes which had lightened to an inhuman blue. The white light around seemed to have bleached their color until they became the neon pale blue of the calm sea and the bright sky fused together.
Instead of her normal clothes she wore a flowing white gown. It reached far past her feet and hung beneath her in the abyss to which they had been transported in Draco's sight. As Draco stared at her body it became virtually impossible to tell gown from skin so alike where they in their pure white brilliance. The gown's silk material was fastened at her right shoulder by a silver ring. The gathered cloth hung slightly longer than her lowered arm before it disappeared from sight behind the train of the dress.
The light played tricks on his treasonous eyes and it seemed as if white pearly wings sprouted from her bare back. Downy soft feathers fell from these wings and rained down around her as her wings snapped outwards reaching their full span, three times the length as she was tall. Then they bent inwards again and folded around her shielding all of her from view save the end of her long gown and her head. In that instant she looked like she was of heaven; so angelic was her appearance.
And then it was over. She was back in her T-shirt and jeans. She looked at him oddly; her placid dark blue eyes squinted at him through the blinding light. Draco swayed slightly as the ground rushed up to meet him along with the rest of the hall. The "vision" had lasted naught more than a second and though he could no longer see it he could feel it seeping into his very core. There it cloaked the fearsome beast inside him with the same pure white energy and rather than subduing it the light seemed to willingly lend its energy to it and fueled the ferocity at which it ate away; demanding attention.
Hermione grinned and through Draco's inner turmoil the contagious gesture reached him and he returned the smile weakly.
"Let's get out of here!" Hermione exclaimed, "Hogwarts can get so dreary and it's positively gorgeous out-"
"I know just the thing!" Draco interrupted and grabbed her hand. Hermione was so surprised and shocked at Draco's ready agreement, and that she hadn't needed to forcefully convince him, that the only sound she managed to make was a gasp of bewilderment as she was dragged down the hall.
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Hermione stared dumbfounded at the large box, Draco held in his hands. Standing in her old common room she felt lightheaded and completely bewildered. "Draco? What's this?" She asked, motioning to the box with one hand. "It's for you." He replied with a gentle smirk. He held it out to her and Hermione's feet carried her towards it with slow even steps. Her fingers barely grazed the ornate bow that adorned the white box and it magically unraveled itself with a flourish. Her brow furrowed slightly as she pulled off the lid and unfolded the tissue paper inside.
Nestled inside the layers of white paper was a dress. A magnificent dress of pearl and rose. Hermione pulled it out of the box and its silk folds fanned out and then resettled into place. "Try it on." Draco insisted. Hermione could only nod dumbly and she disappeared into her empty former room.
A moment later she reappeared. Draco's eyes drank hungrily at her enhanced beauty and his breath caught in his throat. The torso of her dress was fashioned like a corset and its pearl material clung to her bosom and accented her slender frame in a provocative manner. Pearl gave way to pale pink gauze that shrouded the rose silk beneath it. The entire dress hung just a millimeter above the floor and it swept the cold marble as she glided towards him.
"I can't take this!" She exclaimed twirling around in a circle. The folds of the dress spun with her and slid back into place after she had stopped. "It is much to beautiful and most certainly disgustingly expensive." Draco grabbed her waist and pulled her towards him. The blood rushed to Hermione's face turning it a color that bore a striking resemblance to the gown she wore. "You can and you will." He stated firmly. "But if accepting something from a Malfoy disturbs you-"
"Draco! I-" Hermione interrupted.
"Then let's just say you're "borrowing" it." He finished. He cocked an eyebrow and pulled her closer. "What do you say?" Hermione's head was downcast as he said this, but she put her arms around his neck and looked at him. "I say that...now I'm much more pretty than you!" They both laughed and Draco kissed her. Hermione's feet left the ground as he lifted her up and spun her around in a wild flurry of passion.
Hermione giggled and their kiss broke. He set her back on the ground and she sent him a look. "Now. Enlighten me as to where we are going that requires such a fabulous state of attire."
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Draco looked positively eatable in a tuxedo, Hermione decided as the Jaguar Roadster spun out around another curve never slowing. One of her hands was hanging over the door of the car and the other mimed as if she was holding a microphone just as 'Every You Every Me' by Placebo came on the radio.
"Sucker love is heave sent,
You pucker up, our passion's spent.
My hearts a tart, your body's rent,
My body's broken, yours is spent." She sang at the top of her lungs. She looked at Draco who was resisting the urge to look at her. Mission recognized Hermione turned in her seat to face him and begin to sing no louder than a whisper in his ear.
"Carve your name into my arm.
Instead of stressed, I lie here charmed.
Cuz there's nothing else to do,
Every me and every you." Her breathy singing blew into his ear making Draco shiver. The very closeness of her body was making it hard to drive or even focus on the winding road for that matter. Feeling her hand on his thigh he looked down to see her crawl into his lap. Beneath the waves of silk Hermione situated herself so that she was straddling him in the seat. Draco was barely able to see the road and he didn't care.
"Sucker love, a box I choose.
No other box I choose to use.
Another love I would abuse,
No circumstances could excuse."
The cover of the car sprung up and blocked out the bright sky and Hermione looked up in surprise. Having reached their destination, Draco swerved around the horseshoe driveway and slammed on the breaks in front of the large mansion with a piercing squeal of tires. He pulled the keys out of the ignition and the radio died.
Grabbing Hermione firmly by the waist he plopped her back in her seat. Leaning towards her in his seat he shook a reprimanding finger at her. "Bad, 'Mione" he scolded. He opened his door and stepped out. He tossed the keys to the nervous valet that came scrambling towards him. "Don't touch ANYTHING." He ordered, and walked around to Hermione's side. She opened the door, but Draco slammed it back shut with a hand.
Hermione's disgruntled cry could be heard from inside.
Draco reopened the door and offered her his arm. She took it and he helped her out of the car. Hermione pouted and slid her mask on her face. It was made in the design of swan wings outstretched. The downy feathers were white like a swan's but the ends darkened to rose pink in accordance with her gown. Her hair was piled atop her head like princesses of old and brassy corkscrew curls hung down her neck. A spell on her mask held it on her face with no string or binding so that it didn't disrupt the hair that had taken painstaking time to complete.
"Things work differently at my home, 'Mione. It is seen as obscenely rude not to help your lady out of her car." Hermione let out an annoyed sigh and walked forward with her arm still wrapped in Draco's.
TBC
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Kitty Malfoy (^ ^)
Chapter 11: The Breaking of the Three
Author: Kitty Malfoy
A/N: Everything HP is Rowling's. The parts I have borrowed from the movie 'Cruel Intentions' are copyrighted as such. The rest of the plot and any extra characters are MINE! No touchy! I'm not sure if this chapter is going to be long, seeing as how it was 7 pages long on notebook paper, but when I type it up it usually becomes much shorter. Usually I add on more, when I'm on the computer, but it's Christmas and I sort of overdosed on 'REAL' eggnog, so....... I'm practically unconscious. I shall try my best though. Ugh.... My friend wants me to go shopping with her tomorrow...AT 6 AM! Grrr
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Harry gaped like a fish out of water and Ron fell over backwards out of his chair. Draco cockily leaned over where Hermione was sitting. He draped his arms over her shoulders and rested his chin next to her ear.
"Well, you can't have 'er!" Harry sputtered.
"Like hell I can't!" Draco retorted hotly. He stood upwards fiercely. The animosity between the two cloaked the entire room in a clashing haze of silver and gold. Energy cackled like lightening back and forth sparking and flaring up and up to bright peaks of light then dying back down again. Their eyes locked, and to Hermione it seemed as if more of the aforementioned lightening lanced out through their optic connection. The confronting energies clashed making no noise in the deafening silence. They snapped at one another as though possessing the mighty jaws of dragons. Neither one backed down nor seemed in danger of being "swallowed" by the other. Finally Hermione cut in.
"No one can "HAVE" me......Only "parts" of me......" She clarified weakly.
Draco snorted and the struggle ended leaving Harry's forehead beaded with sweat and Draco panting slightly. Draco nuzzled her neck, "I think Potter's just jealous that you're not going out with Him anymore," He reasoned out. A pale hand snaked stealthily out of the shadowed sleeves of Draco's robes and trailed it's way up Hermione's arm, caressing her bare skin before it started to play with a honey-dipped lock of hair. She bit her lip against the pleasure that his simple loving touch gave her. She could feel the same pure and holy energy seeping through the skin of her arm and flooding through her body like the tsunamis of old. She blinked. For a fraction of a second her world seemed to be cloaked in a silver haze, but her eye closed again, of their own volition and the color of reality came racing back. She batted away his hand, and he relinquished her hair with a final caress of her porcelain cheek.
"Draco..."She growled; her voice lowering an octave, "You're not helping."
She could sense the rolling of his slate eyes behind her and rolled her own. "Well he is..." he muttered.
Hermione looked back at Harry and Ron. The redhead was on his feet again and he looked truly somber. Harry himself was turning an angry shade of crimson. Hermione feared he would soon turn the color of the Gryffindor banner high above and explode if she didn't intervene.
"You guys are my best friends. I really want you to be happy for me." Her eyes shifted to a somber chocolate brown and they pleaded to her friends in a silent begging voice that burrowed deep into their connected hearts that were bound together.
Ron crossed the threshold to where she stood. His warm and callused hands cupped her chin forcing her to look at him. "Do you trust him?" Ron asked. His sturdy hand held her there, and Hermione was unable to look away. Ron's own eyes searched her face intently as he awaited a reply. His joking demeanor and expression were uncharacteristically serious and solemn.
Hermione nodded and replied without hesitation, "I do." Her unhindered answer given in a firm and stubborn voice convinced Ron, if her answer had not. If her confession had, then her tone and body language only further ascertained his decision.
Still leaning against the button-leathered couch Draco felt something wrench inside him. He did love her - or at least he thought he did...however the matter of the bet gnawed at his insides eating away at the strings of his heart.
Hermione on the other hand hadn't broken eye contact with her best friend, and she watched as his mouth slowly formed a reply.
"Then I trust YOU, 'Mione." He said. He smiled down at her and his thumb grazed her lower jaw in a brotherly fashion.
Draco's gut wrenched again and the awful feeling inside him latched its fearsome jaws into his heart.
Hermione's joyful grin faded as Harry whirled on Ron. Ron stumbled backwards as Harry's hands pushed him roughly back with the force of seven years of Quidditch honed muscles. "I can't believe you Ron! I thought you'd be on my side with this one." He accused getting in Ron's face. His bass voice was shaking and halting in his anger.
Ron became angry as well and his long arms gestured wildly. The lightening returned thought this time between the dragons of gold and bronze. The clashing of the two energies was less violent than the battle between gold and silver; though no less subdued. The figmentary dragons circled each other barely containing the fighting spirit that lay dormant inside them. Ron's angered words fueled his proverbial dragon and the bronze lightening encircling it flared to new brilliance. "You can't believe ME?" he repeated in disbelief, "I can't believe YOU! I thought you of all people would be on Hermione's side!"
Hermione stood up and pushed them apart. "Stop it please!" She pleaded. She turned to Ron, the more hot-tempered of the two, and pushed him back slightly, if only to keep the two out of the range of physical contact. "I don't want either of you to be mad at the other because of me!" She continued. Her gaze moved back and forth between the two, pleading and begging with her wide eyes.
Harry scowled and turned away. Ron paced back and forth running a hand through his fire engine read hair. He stopped his pacing and turned to Hermione with his own scowl. "It's not because of you that I'm mad, 'Mione," he insisted.
"But-" she protested.
"It's because of HIM!" he flopped down into the chair he had previously occupied. His brow was furrowed and his out-thrust jaw rested on his balled fist. "At least she trusted you enough to tell you the truth straight out." He accused to Harry's back, "Personally, I don't see why she bothered."
Hermione turned to see what reaction Ron's words had caused with Harry. She gnawed on her lower lip and she faced Harry's turned back with her hands clasped nervously in front of her. Harry's shoulders slouched and he thrust his fists into the pockets of his khaki's. Hermione watched him go with a strained expression. When the common room door finally closed behind him she fell boneless to the floor next to Ron'' chair.
"Oh, Ron!" She exclaimed leaning against his outstretched leg. "What am I going to do?" She asked helplessly. She let out a sigh that belied her psychological exhaustion the entire ordeal had wrought on her.
"You could do ME the favor of NOT making out in front of me..." he replied sticking out his tongue at her. In a typical Ron gesture he had brought comedy to a situation that seemingly had none. His eyes were crinkled with mirth and shone with mischief. Hermione was instantly glad that he had shed both his somber and angry demeanor. She laughed and punched the leg upon which she had previously been leaning. "I'll work on that..." She replied, sarcastically. "Weird?" She asked.
"Just...a LOT!" he confessed with a wispy chuckle.
Hermione stood up and brushed off her jeans. Shooting Ron a thankful and loving look she grabbed Draco's hand and started to lead him out of the common room. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Ron roll his own, and she grinned evilly. "Come on, baby!" She cooed, mockingly, to Draco. "Bye bye, Draky-poo!" Ron called out after Draco. Hermione burst into giggles, but wouldn't let go of her death-grip on Draco's arm as he attempted to launch himself at Ron.
Hermione pulled Draco towards her with strength neither Ron nor Draco knew she possessed and kissed him. Ron recovered from his shock and immediately started gagging. Hermione giggled again despite her rather awkward and intimate position. Still making-out the couple stumbled into the corridor and closed the common room door.
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As the couple walked past the large bay windows in the corridor, Hermione stopped. Draco noticed several paces onward that Hermione was no longer following him and turned. Her forehead was resting against the glass of one of the windows and her breath fogged the area before her lips. One hand rested on the cold stone siding and the other grazed the granite ledge beneath the window. Her eyes were locked on the bright blue sky.
The sun had reached its noon position. As it slid out from behind the clouds great shafts of hazy golden light burst through every window of the hall. The normally gray and shadowed hall was striped in gold light. Hermione herself was bathed if not drowning in the warmth. Slowly her head turned to face him, and at that exact moment Draco felt the world fall away from him until she was all he could see. He felt like he would agree to anything she asked of him.
Her hair glowed with such heated light it looked as if a single spark would set it aflame. Her cream face was lined in silver and soon its features were indiscernible through the blinding white light that consumed it. All that was visible was her hazel eyes which had lightened to an inhuman blue. The white light around seemed to have bleached their color until they became the neon pale blue of the calm sea and the bright sky fused together.
Instead of her normal clothes she wore a flowing white gown. It reached far past her feet and hung beneath her in the abyss to which they had been transported in Draco's sight. As Draco stared at her body it became virtually impossible to tell gown from skin so alike where they in their pure white brilliance. The gown's silk material was fastened at her right shoulder by a silver ring. The gathered cloth hung slightly longer than her lowered arm before it disappeared from sight behind the train of the dress.
The light played tricks on his treasonous eyes and it seemed as if white pearly wings sprouted from her bare back. Downy soft feathers fell from these wings and rained down around her as her wings snapped outwards reaching their full span, three times the length as she was tall. Then they bent inwards again and folded around her shielding all of her from view save the end of her long gown and her head. In that instant she looked like she was of heaven; so angelic was her appearance.
And then it was over. She was back in her T-shirt and jeans. She looked at him oddly; her placid dark blue eyes squinted at him through the blinding light. Draco swayed slightly as the ground rushed up to meet him along with the rest of the hall. The "vision" had lasted naught more than a second and though he could no longer see it he could feel it seeping into his very core. There it cloaked the fearsome beast inside him with the same pure white energy and rather than subduing it the light seemed to willingly lend its energy to it and fueled the ferocity at which it ate away; demanding attention.
Hermione grinned and through Draco's inner turmoil the contagious gesture reached him and he returned the smile weakly.
"Let's get out of here!" Hermione exclaimed, "Hogwarts can get so dreary and it's positively gorgeous out-"
"I know just the thing!" Draco interrupted and grabbed her hand. Hermione was so surprised and shocked at Draco's ready agreement, and that she hadn't needed to forcefully convince him, that the only sound she managed to make was a gasp of bewilderment as she was dragged down the hall.
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Hermione stared dumbfounded at the large box, Draco held in his hands. Standing in her old common room she felt lightheaded and completely bewildered. "Draco? What's this?" She asked, motioning to the box with one hand. "It's for you." He replied with a gentle smirk. He held it out to her and Hermione's feet carried her towards it with slow even steps. Her fingers barely grazed the ornate bow that adorned the white box and it magically unraveled itself with a flourish. Her brow furrowed slightly as she pulled off the lid and unfolded the tissue paper inside.
Nestled inside the layers of white paper was a dress. A magnificent dress of pearl and rose. Hermione pulled it out of the box and its silk folds fanned out and then resettled into place. "Try it on." Draco insisted. Hermione could only nod dumbly and she disappeared into her empty former room.
A moment later she reappeared. Draco's eyes drank hungrily at her enhanced beauty and his breath caught in his throat. The torso of her dress was fashioned like a corset and its pearl material clung to her bosom and accented her slender frame in a provocative manner. Pearl gave way to pale pink gauze that shrouded the rose silk beneath it. The entire dress hung just a millimeter above the floor and it swept the cold marble as she glided towards him.
"I can't take this!" She exclaimed twirling around in a circle. The folds of the dress spun with her and slid back into place after she had stopped. "It is much to beautiful and most certainly disgustingly expensive." Draco grabbed her waist and pulled her towards him. The blood rushed to Hermione's face turning it a color that bore a striking resemblance to the gown she wore. "You can and you will." He stated firmly. "But if accepting something from a Malfoy disturbs you-"
"Draco! I-" Hermione interrupted.
"Then let's just say you're "borrowing" it." He finished. He cocked an eyebrow and pulled her closer. "What do you say?" Hermione's head was downcast as he said this, but she put her arms around his neck and looked at him. "I say that...now I'm much more pretty than you!" They both laughed and Draco kissed her. Hermione's feet left the ground as he lifted her up and spun her around in a wild flurry of passion.
Hermione giggled and their kiss broke. He set her back on the ground and she sent him a look. "Now. Enlighten me as to where we are going that requires such a fabulous state of attire."
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Draco looked positively eatable in a tuxedo, Hermione decided as the Jaguar Roadster spun out around another curve never slowing. One of her hands was hanging over the door of the car and the other mimed as if she was holding a microphone just as 'Every You Every Me' by Placebo came on the radio.
"Sucker love is heave sent,
You pucker up, our passion's spent.
My hearts a tart, your body's rent,
My body's broken, yours is spent." She sang at the top of her lungs. She looked at Draco who was resisting the urge to look at her. Mission recognized Hermione turned in her seat to face him and begin to sing no louder than a whisper in his ear.
"Carve your name into my arm.
Instead of stressed, I lie here charmed.
Cuz there's nothing else to do,
Every me and every you." Her breathy singing blew into his ear making Draco shiver. The very closeness of her body was making it hard to drive or even focus on the winding road for that matter. Feeling her hand on his thigh he looked down to see her crawl into his lap. Beneath the waves of silk Hermione situated herself so that she was straddling him in the seat. Draco was barely able to see the road and he didn't care.
"Sucker love, a box I choose.
No other box I choose to use.
Another love I would abuse,
No circumstances could excuse."
The cover of the car sprung up and blocked out the bright sky and Hermione looked up in surprise. Having reached their destination, Draco swerved around the horseshoe driveway and slammed on the breaks in front of the large mansion with a piercing squeal of tires. He pulled the keys out of the ignition and the radio died.
Grabbing Hermione firmly by the waist he plopped her back in her seat. Leaning towards her in his seat he shook a reprimanding finger at her. "Bad, 'Mione" he scolded. He opened his door and stepped out. He tossed the keys to the nervous valet that came scrambling towards him. "Don't touch ANYTHING." He ordered, and walked around to Hermione's side. She opened the door, but Draco slammed it back shut with a hand.
Hermione's disgruntled cry could be heard from inside.
Draco reopened the door and offered her his arm. She took it and he helped her out of the car. Hermione pouted and slid her mask on her face. It was made in the design of swan wings outstretched. The downy feathers were white like a swan's but the ends darkened to rose pink in accordance with her gown. Her hair was piled atop her head like princesses of old and brassy corkscrew curls hung down her neck. A spell on her mask held it on her face with no string or binding so that it didn't disrupt the hair that had taken painstaking time to complete.
"Things work differently at my home, 'Mione. It is seen as obscenely rude not to help your lady out of her car." Hermione let out an annoyed sigh and walked forward with her arm still wrapped in Draco's.
TBC
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