A/N: Hello everyone! Chapter 4 is here! I know everyone is pissed at me for
ruining the whole scene, but like you said, don't make it go too fast,
right? I'm really sorry for all those who think I'm going too fast... :(
On with the story!!!!
CHAPTER 4
Draco gracefully jumped off the bed and walked over to the front door. "Who is it?" He croaked.
"Mr. Malfoy, I need to speak with you and Ms. Granger." Said Welkin's swift voice.
"Hold on!" Draco said as he dashed to the room. He threw the door open and collapsed in front of the bed panting.
"Whats wrong?" Hermione asked, looking over the bed and trying to contain her laughter.
"W-Welkin, outside... catches us... dead!" Draco said, quickly rushing to his drawers to put on proper clothes.
"Oh, shit!" Hermione said as she jumped off the bed. All the laughter in her voice was gone, as her eyes darted around the room.
"Granger, would you mind getting to your room and putting on some proper clothes?" Draco hissed. "I doubt Welkin would like it if she found you in my bed in a bra and underwear, Holy-" Draco said, sucking on a finger which was stuck by a pin.
"Yeah." Hermione said quietly, rushing out of the room. She ran to the room and put on a denim skirt that was a little higher than her knees, white heeled mary-janes and a short sleeved white turtle-neck. She walked out of the room as composed as she did last time she was in there, and briefly saw Draco open the door.
"Good Morning." Welkin said curtly. "What took so long?"
"Oh, I-um" Hermione stuttered. Welkin looked at her suspiciously.
"She was in the shower." Draco filled in.
"I see." Welkin said, giving Hermione the once over. 'Nice move, blondie!' Hermione said mentally. "Well, as you know, today and tomorrow are your rest days-" Welkin said, taking a seat on one of the chairs, leaving Draco and Hermione to share the two-seater couch.
Welkin droned on, and Draco, being himself, let out a small yawn. As usual, this professor was as boring as the older version back home. He glanced at Hermione, listening attentively as usual. Draco suddenly wished he hadn't looked her way. He silently cursed her for wearing what she was wearing. To other people it screamed "innocent angel", to Draco, he shook the thought from him. 'This is absolutely not the time to be gaping at Granger.' He scolded himself, mentally. He looked back at Welkin, who was already out the door. Draco closed his eyes.
"Nice move, blondie!" Hermione sneered as soon as Welkin was out of sight.
"What?" Draco asked, shooting his head up.
" 'She was in the shower'" Hermione mimicked.
"I didn't see you answering." Draco retorted.
"Couldn't you have given a less...I don't know...suspicious answer?" Hermione asked.
"Oh sure." Draco nodded. "Something like: 'she was in my bed, in only her underwear' perhaps?" Draco said sardonically.
"That is not funny!" Hermione said, turning the other way. "You were the one that brought me there anyway!"
"Hello? Incase you didn't notice, your door was locked with your password. Did you want me to leave you here?" Draco asked, motioning to the couch they were sitting on.
"Stuff it!" Hermione said.
"Wow, you're welcome." Draco said, rolling his eyes.
Hermione stuck her tongue out.
"Admit it." Draco laughed menacingly. "You liked being in my bed."
"Excuse me?" Hermione sputtered.
"When I told you what happened you were blushing." Draco smirked triumphantly.
"I sure as bloody hell was NOT!" Hermione said looking outraged.
"That's what all your bloody Gryffindor friends say." Draco said. He knew that would both tick her off and make her curious. He wondered which one would show first. He was betting on curiosity.
"You slept with my roommates?" Hermione asked, moving towards him and arching an eyebrow.
Bingo! Draco thought. "Why? Need some pointers?" He sneered.
"No thank you!" Hermione said, turning her head haughtily. Draco smirked silently.
"Suit yourself." Draco said. "I don't want to get too close to a frizzy haired chipmunk anyway." He shrugged and headed to his room.
Oh god! Hermione thought. He just PISSED her OFF! She groaned. She still had two months with him to deal with... she doubted she'd make it without strangling him! She heaved as sigh of relief when he closed the door. She wondered how he could live with his life so-COLORLESS! He was always in black--even if it did look gorgeous on him-Hermione literally shook her head, that wasn't the point! I mean look at him! She told her self. His skin was so pale, his hair was as good as white, good God, even his eyes were GRAY! The only colored thing about him were his lips. Always a rich pink, as if he'd been kissed just a few seconds before. Hermione rubbed her temples, thinking that that would have been the case if Welkin hadn't turned up. The thought gave her a head ache. Draco had this weird aura, one that put her into a sleepy trance, made her feel as if she was high on marijuana or some other drug. She wondered briefly if it was some sort-of perfume... it was weird. When ever the aura caught you, it was like your mind was all fogged up... like you were floating or choking... depending who you were. It drew you to him, and, whether you were floating or choking, you had a difficult time refusing him, either because you were full of bliss or being tortured. It had only been a day alone with him, and Hermione already had a difficult time refusing him, but she wondered what it would be like to be on the other end, blissful and happy instead of tortured. God, he freaked her out!
She quietly got up, a hand still massaging her forehead and went to her room. "Soaps and spices." She muttered as her door clicked open. She dragged herself to her bed and flopped down on it. She had to stop thinking about him.
CHAPTER 4
Draco gracefully jumped off the bed and walked over to the front door. "Who is it?" He croaked.
"Mr. Malfoy, I need to speak with you and Ms. Granger." Said Welkin's swift voice.
"Hold on!" Draco said as he dashed to the room. He threw the door open and collapsed in front of the bed panting.
"Whats wrong?" Hermione asked, looking over the bed and trying to contain her laughter.
"W-Welkin, outside... catches us... dead!" Draco said, quickly rushing to his drawers to put on proper clothes.
"Oh, shit!" Hermione said as she jumped off the bed. All the laughter in her voice was gone, as her eyes darted around the room.
"Granger, would you mind getting to your room and putting on some proper clothes?" Draco hissed. "I doubt Welkin would like it if she found you in my bed in a bra and underwear, Holy-" Draco said, sucking on a finger which was stuck by a pin.
"Yeah." Hermione said quietly, rushing out of the room. She ran to the room and put on a denim skirt that was a little higher than her knees, white heeled mary-janes and a short sleeved white turtle-neck. She walked out of the room as composed as she did last time she was in there, and briefly saw Draco open the door.
"Good Morning." Welkin said curtly. "What took so long?"
"Oh, I-um" Hermione stuttered. Welkin looked at her suspiciously.
"She was in the shower." Draco filled in.
"I see." Welkin said, giving Hermione the once over. 'Nice move, blondie!' Hermione said mentally. "Well, as you know, today and tomorrow are your rest days-" Welkin said, taking a seat on one of the chairs, leaving Draco and Hermione to share the two-seater couch.
Welkin droned on, and Draco, being himself, let out a small yawn. As usual, this professor was as boring as the older version back home. He glanced at Hermione, listening attentively as usual. Draco suddenly wished he hadn't looked her way. He silently cursed her for wearing what she was wearing. To other people it screamed "innocent angel", to Draco, he shook the thought from him. 'This is absolutely not the time to be gaping at Granger.' He scolded himself, mentally. He looked back at Welkin, who was already out the door. Draco closed his eyes.
"Nice move, blondie!" Hermione sneered as soon as Welkin was out of sight.
"What?" Draco asked, shooting his head up.
" 'She was in the shower'" Hermione mimicked.
"I didn't see you answering." Draco retorted.
"Couldn't you have given a less...I don't know...suspicious answer?" Hermione asked.
"Oh sure." Draco nodded. "Something like: 'she was in my bed, in only her underwear' perhaps?" Draco said sardonically.
"That is not funny!" Hermione said, turning the other way. "You were the one that brought me there anyway!"
"Hello? Incase you didn't notice, your door was locked with your password. Did you want me to leave you here?" Draco asked, motioning to the couch they were sitting on.
"Stuff it!" Hermione said.
"Wow, you're welcome." Draco said, rolling his eyes.
Hermione stuck her tongue out.
"Admit it." Draco laughed menacingly. "You liked being in my bed."
"Excuse me?" Hermione sputtered.
"When I told you what happened you were blushing." Draco smirked triumphantly.
"I sure as bloody hell was NOT!" Hermione said looking outraged.
"That's what all your bloody Gryffindor friends say." Draco said. He knew that would both tick her off and make her curious. He wondered which one would show first. He was betting on curiosity.
"You slept with my roommates?" Hermione asked, moving towards him and arching an eyebrow.
Bingo! Draco thought. "Why? Need some pointers?" He sneered.
"No thank you!" Hermione said, turning her head haughtily. Draco smirked silently.
"Suit yourself." Draco said. "I don't want to get too close to a frizzy haired chipmunk anyway." He shrugged and headed to his room.
Oh god! Hermione thought. He just PISSED her OFF! She groaned. She still had two months with him to deal with... she doubted she'd make it without strangling him! She heaved as sigh of relief when he closed the door. She wondered how he could live with his life so-COLORLESS! He was always in black--even if it did look gorgeous on him-Hermione literally shook her head, that wasn't the point! I mean look at him! She told her self. His skin was so pale, his hair was as good as white, good God, even his eyes were GRAY! The only colored thing about him were his lips. Always a rich pink, as if he'd been kissed just a few seconds before. Hermione rubbed her temples, thinking that that would have been the case if Welkin hadn't turned up. The thought gave her a head ache. Draco had this weird aura, one that put her into a sleepy trance, made her feel as if she was high on marijuana or some other drug. She wondered briefly if it was some sort-of perfume... it was weird. When ever the aura caught you, it was like your mind was all fogged up... like you were floating or choking... depending who you were. It drew you to him, and, whether you were floating or choking, you had a difficult time refusing him, either because you were full of bliss or being tortured. It had only been a day alone with him, and Hermione already had a difficult time refusing him, but she wondered what it would be like to be on the other end, blissful and happy instead of tortured. God, he freaked her out!
She quietly got up, a hand still massaging her forehead and went to her room. "Soaps and spices." She muttered as her door clicked open. She dragged herself to her bed and flopped down on it. She had to stop thinking about him.
