A/N: Hey! I hope you liked the last chapter. Ok, don't kill me, the romance
has to go slowly. If it seems like its all angst... I'm getting there. :)
Chapter 3
The sunlight streamed through the heavy curtains in Draco's room. He was half expecting to hear Crabbe or Goyle yell "Breakfast!" but he realized he was still in Italy, with her. He groaned loudly as he remembered the events of last night.
"Stupid Granger." He mumbled. It was so annoying the way she could come in, all innocent in her little white spaghetti strap nightgown and say sorry. He never understood how only he could look past the 'innocent little angel' image of hers. I mean, even teachers bought it!
He put the pillow over his head, trying in vain to fall asleep again. She kept popping into his head, with her little "I'm sorry" s and "Don't call me that" s. He heard Welkin speak to her while they were headed back to the room. She spoke the same way McGonagall did when she spoke to Granger. Like a friend. Draco already knew he wasn't going to make Welkin's top 10 list. He wondered how he even got this far. He knew people thought his father paid the school board yet again, but Lucius never did that. When people thought Draco got onto the qudditch team because of his father, he really got in because of pure talent. Why on earth would Lucius pay the school board to make Draco head boy if he kept repeating: "Draco, you are only worthy of something if you got it with your own sweat and blood."
Draco knew what image he had at Hogwarts: Pretty Little Rich Brat. It was all because his father had made him make friends with Potter on the first day. If he had left Potter alone, he probably wouldn't have his "labeling" problem. Draco groaned again. Why was he thinking about this at, he checked the watch on his wrist, 8:30.
"Holy Shit!" He swore as he jumped out of bed and into the shower. "What the hell happened to the alarm clock?"
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Hermione got out of bed with a smile on her face. "No classes." She said as she looked in the mirror.
"Why up so early dear?" it asked, yawning.
"Because, it's a beautiful day to be in Italy." Hermione replied cheerfully.
"Have it your way then." It said, drifting back to sleep. Hermione giggled. She pulled her compact radio out of her bag and put in some batteries. "Morning music!" she mumbled. The song that was playing was "I whistle a Happy Tune" from Anna and the King.
Hermione smiled, she loved that movie. She would watch it over and over again when she was little and she missed the video so much. The last time she watched it was last summer. She danced around her room a little, opening the thin curtains and letting the sunlight flood in while she sang along and went to the bathroom.
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Hermione and Draco stepped out of the room at the same time except two things were different. Draco was rushing and panting, plus he had his uniform on, while Hermione was totally at ease in jeans and a sleeveless top. When Hermione saw Draco she burst out laughing.
"What pray tell, are you giggling about woman?" He asked. "We are both late on our first day of classes."
This only caused Hermione to laugh harder. "What?" Draco demanded. Anyone who saw Draco right now could have sworn that he wasn't in anyway related to the Malfoys, he had completely lost his poised and calm façade at the thought of being late to one class-on a Saturday no less.
"You're really cute when you're panicking." Hermione giggled. The look on Draco's face was priceless. He was totally clueless but still trying to look in control and cool.
"Huh?" He asked dumbly.
"It's a Saturday, you idiot." She giggled harder. "You should see yourself." Draco was an entertaining sight. His robe was only on one arm, his tie wasn't tied properly, he had one shoe on and the other in his hand, and his normally perfect hair was dripping and sticking to his face.
Draco grumbled. He was stomping back to his room when the full impact of what Hermione said at the start, hit him. "You think I'm cute, Granger?" He asked, an eyebrow raised cockily. Hermione stopped giggling in an instant.
"I didn't say that." She said, looking at him in the eye.
"Yes, you did." Draco said, advancing towards her. "As I recall, you said 'You're really CUTE when you're panicking.'"
"I wasn't thinking straight." She mumbled, her eyes never once looking down, as if trying to prove she was innocent. "You just looked so funny and- " Hermione couldn't help it, she burst out laughing again. Draco was taken aback by the laughter. Hermione was already on the couch, clutching her stomach.
Draco rolled his eyes. "You're such a child sometimes, you know that?" He asked, then he turned away walking back to his room.
Hermione stayed on the couch, her giggles hardly subsiding, when she recalled last night. She couldn't understand why she had started calling him 'Draco'. Its just because I don't like being called 'Granger' either. She convinced herself. Draco didn't sound so bad, I mean, since they were only two here, maybe they could let their guards down just a bit. She wasn't expecting friendship, that's for sure; maybe being called by their first names would be helpful. It would look weird if she went around Italy calling him 'Malfoy'. She giggled again, she was starting to feel a little light-headed.
"Oh God." She mumbled, clutching her forehead and walking wobbly over to her room door. "That's weird, I didn't have anything to drink." She leaned on the doorframe to steady herself, but ended up on the floor, her back to it.
"Granger, what's on the-" Malfoy asked, coming out of the room, raking back his platinum hair and clutching a slightly crumpled piece of parchment. "Granger?" He asked questioningly, as he saw his schoolmate and archenemy, on the floor looking drunkenly up at him.
"What, Malfoy?" She snapped.
"What the fuck happened?" He asked, with a smirk. He looked down at her sneering.
"Shut the hell up." Hermione said, waving it of.
"Did you put something in your coffee?" Draco persisted.
"Leave me alone." Hermione said, wobbly getting up and brushing herself off, but stumbling yet again.
"Easy mudblood." Draco said, carrying her like a newly wed, into her room.
"Let me go." Hermione said, trying to wiggle out of his grip.
"I would, if you weren't going around the room like a drunken idiot." He persisted.
"I'm NOT DRUNK." Hermione said forcefully, her voice rising per word.
"Well, what do you call the way you're acting?" Draco asked not letting go of the position she was in.
"I'm just a bit..." 2 seconds...4 seconds...6 seconds
"Drunk!" Draco said, looking at her triumphantly. "See, you cant even find another word for it."
Hermione didn't retort. All Draco heard was very...VERY steady breathing. He looked down to find a sleeping Hermione in his arms. "Aw, crap!" He said, trying to get a better grip before he dropped her. He kicked the door to her room open, but remembered that it was locked with a password... which he obviously didn't have.
"You owe me, Granger." He said, carrying her sleeping body to his room, and putting her down on his bed.
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"My head." Hermione moaned as she opened her eyes, groggily.
All she saw was black...pitch black. Am I blind? She wondered silently. "Where am I?" She said, turning over, not quite ready to get up. The pillows are unusually warm...but hard. She told herself as she felt something warm beside her. She leaned her head on the supposed pillow, but felt flesh. Her head shot up as she looked around her. She registered the black silk bed sheets and pillows, and the same black silk drawn on the curtains. She turned her head to find a very bright flash of blonde next to her... a blonde with out a shirt to be exact. When she looked down, she realized that she was clad in her underwear. "Oh my God!" she screeched as she roughly shook Draco awake.
"What?" Draco moaned as he opened one bleary blue-gray eye.
"What the hell did you do-did WE do?" Hermione asked panicking.
"Do?" Draco repeated.
"You heard me. What bloody UNGODLY thing did you do to me last night?" She asked, annuciating every word.
Draco sat up, fully awake now. "All we did was..." then it registered. The little bookworm thought they... that he... he would have laughed out loud but decided to play along. "All we did was have the most magical, romantic night of our lives...darling." He said, slipping an arm over her shoulders and kissing her on the cheek.
"E-excuse me?" Hermione squeaked.
"Don't you remember anything?" He asked with fake innocence. "Anything?" He repeated. His fake hopefulness being eaten up like bread.
"No...uh, do you think you could, explain?" She asked looking at him. "No detail please." She added as an after thought.
Draco let out a small grin, but covered it up with a hurt look. This was going to be fun.
"Well, we were working on the questions Dumbledore gave us to answer." He started. "You were biting your quill, and looking damn sexy, when you went to get coffee." He grinned as she smiled at the compliment. "You came back and put the coffee on the table accidentally knocking over an open ink bottle and spilling it all over me." He saw her blush and he grinned mentally. "I went to my room to clean it up, and you knocked on the door and said you were sorry, and you went to get some tissue to help me clean up. You were tip-toeing to clean this rather small ink stain here-" He said pointing to a side right next to his lips. "And you kissed me." He shrugged. "Then you said something like 'Parvati was right, you are a good kisser' and one thing led to another and here we are." He ended, motioning to the room.
Hermione just looked at him, gaping like a goldfish, and Draco couldn't hold it anymore. He burst out laughing. Hermione looked at him like he had grown three heads.
"What?" she asked blankly.
"You should see your face... that is priceless!" He said, rolling out of bed and clutching his stomach.
"Y-you you mean we didn't? You didn't?" she stammered.
Draco shook his head mutely. "Oh I hate you!" she said, throwing a pillow at him. It hit him square in the face and Hermione burst out laughing. Draco grabbed the pillow and threw it at her...she missed it very narrowly.
"Will you please stop laughing? I was having a rather nice sleep before you woke me up." Draco said, crawling into the black blankets and facing her.
"I'm sorry." Hermione said, not sounding sorry at all. "But look at you." She said. "Look." She said again taking a feather from his usually slicked back hair which now fell over his forehead. She looked at him in the eye and stopped laughing when she realized how close they were. Draco's nose was almost touching hers and he seemed to want to close the gap as he inched slowly closer to her. In two seconds she would be kissing her worst enemy.
Ding-dong!
Or not.
Chapter 3
The sunlight streamed through the heavy curtains in Draco's room. He was half expecting to hear Crabbe or Goyle yell "Breakfast!" but he realized he was still in Italy, with her. He groaned loudly as he remembered the events of last night.
"Stupid Granger." He mumbled. It was so annoying the way she could come in, all innocent in her little white spaghetti strap nightgown and say sorry. He never understood how only he could look past the 'innocent little angel' image of hers. I mean, even teachers bought it!
He put the pillow over his head, trying in vain to fall asleep again. She kept popping into his head, with her little "I'm sorry" s and "Don't call me that" s. He heard Welkin speak to her while they were headed back to the room. She spoke the same way McGonagall did when she spoke to Granger. Like a friend. Draco already knew he wasn't going to make Welkin's top 10 list. He wondered how he even got this far. He knew people thought his father paid the school board yet again, but Lucius never did that. When people thought Draco got onto the qudditch team because of his father, he really got in because of pure talent. Why on earth would Lucius pay the school board to make Draco head boy if he kept repeating: "Draco, you are only worthy of something if you got it with your own sweat and blood."
Draco knew what image he had at Hogwarts: Pretty Little Rich Brat. It was all because his father had made him make friends with Potter on the first day. If he had left Potter alone, he probably wouldn't have his "labeling" problem. Draco groaned again. Why was he thinking about this at, he checked the watch on his wrist, 8:30.
"Holy Shit!" He swore as he jumped out of bed and into the shower. "What the hell happened to the alarm clock?"
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Hermione got out of bed with a smile on her face. "No classes." She said as she looked in the mirror.
"Why up so early dear?" it asked, yawning.
"Because, it's a beautiful day to be in Italy." Hermione replied cheerfully.
"Have it your way then." It said, drifting back to sleep. Hermione giggled. She pulled her compact radio out of her bag and put in some batteries. "Morning music!" she mumbled. The song that was playing was "I whistle a Happy Tune" from Anna and the King.
Hermione smiled, she loved that movie. She would watch it over and over again when she was little and she missed the video so much. The last time she watched it was last summer. She danced around her room a little, opening the thin curtains and letting the sunlight flood in while she sang along and went to the bathroom.
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Hermione and Draco stepped out of the room at the same time except two things were different. Draco was rushing and panting, plus he had his uniform on, while Hermione was totally at ease in jeans and a sleeveless top. When Hermione saw Draco she burst out laughing.
"What pray tell, are you giggling about woman?" He asked. "We are both late on our first day of classes."
This only caused Hermione to laugh harder. "What?" Draco demanded. Anyone who saw Draco right now could have sworn that he wasn't in anyway related to the Malfoys, he had completely lost his poised and calm façade at the thought of being late to one class-on a Saturday no less.
"You're really cute when you're panicking." Hermione giggled. The look on Draco's face was priceless. He was totally clueless but still trying to look in control and cool.
"Huh?" He asked dumbly.
"It's a Saturday, you idiot." She giggled harder. "You should see yourself." Draco was an entertaining sight. His robe was only on one arm, his tie wasn't tied properly, he had one shoe on and the other in his hand, and his normally perfect hair was dripping and sticking to his face.
Draco grumbled. He was stomping back to his room when the full impact of what Hermione said at the start, hit him. "You think I'm cute, Granger?" He asked, an eyebrow raised cockily. Hermione stopped giggling in an instant.
"I didn't say that." She said, looking at him in the eye.
"Yes, you did." Draco said, advancing towards her. "As I recall, you said 'You're really CUTE when you're panicking.'"
"I wasn't thinking straight." She mumbled, her eyes never once looking down, as if trying to prove she was innocent. "You just looked so funny and- " Hermione couldn't help it, she burst out laughing again. Draco was taken aback by the laughter. Hermione was already on the couch, clutching her stomach.
Draco rolled his eyes. "You're such a child sometimes, you know that?" He asked, then he turned away walking back to his room.
Hermione stayed on the couch, her giggles hardly subsiding, when she recalled last night. She couldn't understand why she had started calling him 'Draco'. Its just because I don't like being called 'Granger' either. She convinced herself. Draco didn't sound so bad, I mean, since they were only two here, maybe they could let their guards down just a bit. She wasn't expecting friendship, that's for sure; maybe being called by their first names would be helpful. It would look weird if she went around Italy calling him 'Malfoy'. She giggled again, she was starting to feel a little light-headed.
"Oh God." She mumbled, clutching her forehead and walking wobbly over to her room door. "That's weird, I didn't have anything to drink." She leaned on the doorframe to steady herself, but ended up on the floor, her back to it.
"Granger, what's on the-" Malfoy asked, coming out of the room, raking back his platinum hair and clutching a slightly crumpled piece of parchment. "Granger?" He asked questioningly, as he saw his schoolmate and archenemy, on the floor looking drunkenly up at him.
"What, Malfoy?" She snapped.
"What the fuck happened?" He asked, with a smirk. He looked down at her sneering.
"Shut the hell up." Hermione said, waving it of.
"Did you put something in your coffee?" Draco persisted.
"Leave me alone." Hermione said, wobbly getting up and brushing herself off, but stumbling yet again.
"Easy mudblood." Draco said, carrying her like a newly wed, into her room.
"Let me go." Hermione said, trying to wiggle out of his grip.
"I would, if you weren't going around the room like a drunken idiot." He persisted.
"I'm NOT DRUNK." Hermione said forcefully, her voice rising per word.
"Well, what do you call the way you're acting?" Draco asked not letting go of the position she was in.
"I'm just a bit..." 2 seconds...4 seconds...6 seconds
"Drunk!" Draco said, looking at her triumphantly. "See, you cant even find another word for it."
Hermione didn't retort. All Draco heard was very...VERY steady breathing. He looked down to find a sleeping Hermione in his arms. "Aw, crap!" He said, trying to get a better grip before he dropped her. He kicked the door to her room open, but remembered that it was locked with a password... which he obviously didn't have.
"You owe me, Granger." He said, carrying her sleeping body to his room, and putting her down on his bed.
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"My head." Hermione moaned as she opened her eyes, groggily.
All she saw was black...pitch black. Am I blind? She wondered silently. "Where am I?" She said, turning over, not quite ready to get up. The pillows are unusually warm...but hard. She told herself as she felt something warm beside her. She leaned her head on the supposed pillow, but felt flesh. Her head shot up as she looked around her. She registered the black silk bed sheets and pillows, and the same black silk drawn on the curtains. She turned her head to find a very bright flash of blonde next to her... a blonde with out a shirt to be exact. When she looked down, she realized that she was clad in her underwear. "Oh my God!" she screeched as she roughly shook Draco awake.
"What?" Draco moaned as he opened one bleary blue-gray eye.
"What the hell did you do-did WE do?" Hermione asked panicking.
"Do?" Draco repeated.
"You heard me. What bloody UNGODLY thing did you do to me last night?" She asked, annuciating every word.
Draco sat up, fully awake now. "All we did was..." then it registered. The little bookworm thought they... that he... he would have laughed out loud but decided to play along. "All we did was have the most magical, romantic night of our lives...darling." He said, slipping an arm over her shoulders and kissing her on the cheek.
"E-excuse me?" Hermione squeaked.
"Don't you remember anything?" He asked with fake innocence. "Anything?" He repeated. His fake hopefulness being eaten up like bread.
"No...uh, do you think you could, explain?" She asked looking at him. "No detail please." She added as an after thought.
Draco let out a small grin, but covered it up with a hurt look. This was going to be fun.
"Well, we were working on the questions Dumbledore gave us to answer." He started. "You were biting your quill, and looking damn sexy, when you went to get coffee." He grinned as she smiled at the compliment. "You came back and put the coffee on the table accidentally knocking over an open ink bottle and spilling it all over me." He saw her blush and he grinned mentally. "I went to my room to clean it up, and you knocked on the door and said you were sorry, and you went to get some tissue to help me clean up. You were tip-toeing to clean this rather small ink stain here-" He said pointing to a side right next to his lips. "And you kissed me." He shrugged. "Then you said something like 'Parvati was right, you are a good kisser' and one thing led to another and here we are." He ended, motioning to the room.
Hermione just looked at him, gaping like a goldfish, and Draco couldn't hold it anymore. He burst out laughing. Hermione looked at him like he had grown three heads.
"What?" she asked blankly.
"You should see your face... that is priceless!" He said, rolling out of bed and clutching his stomach.
"Y-you you mean we didn't? You didn't?" she stammered.
Draco shook his head mutely. "Oh I hate you!" she said, throwing a pillow at him. It hit him square in the face and Hermione burst out laughing. Draco grabbed the pillow and threw it at her...she missed it very narrowly.
"Will you please stop laughing? I was having a rather nice sleep before you woke me up." Draco said, crawling into the black blankets and facing her.
"I'm sorry." Hermione said, not sounding sorry at all. "But look at you." She said. "Look." She said again taking a feather from his usually slicked back hair which now fell over his forehead. She looked at him in the eye and stopped laughing when she realized how close they were. Draco's nose was almost touching hers and he seemed to want to close the gap as he inched slowly closer to her. In two seconds she would be kissing her worst enemy.
Ding-dong!
Or not.
