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CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN: Exile Hath More Terror in His Look
At first, Hermione just huffed, curling back up and replacing the blanket over her chilled body. The more she thought about it; however, she had to agree with Draco. She definitely did not WANT to see Snape unless it was necessary, but she was almost afraid to leave Draco alone with him. If Snape said even one bad thing about her, Hermione knew it would have disastrous results.
When she grew tired of simply sitting on the sofa, her book lying forgotten on the floor, Hermione decided to get to work on her letters.
"Might as well do something constructive; I don't think I can just sit here and wait," she said to herself, out loud only to hear something more than the crackle of the logs. Not wanting to move and undo all the warmth she had reabsorbed since Draco was obligated to leave; Hermione lifted her trusty wand from the table beside her and summoned all of her writing essentials.
An hour later, she had written four rather lengthy letters and Draco still had not returned. She sighed and read through each for what seemed like the hundredth time, knowing that she should be using this as a learning experience. Draco would be out of her sight for much longer than this when classes started; she should be trying to get used to his absence. She missed him, of course, but that was to be expected. Hermione decided to concentrate on the letters; using them as a homework substitution. The chilly head Gryffindor was pleased to see that a large orange ball of fur joined her eventually, making Hermione fell less alone. She smiled as the cat climbed to the back of the couch and settled himself near Hermione's head.
"Well, hello, you," she cooed, burying her face gently into Crookshanks' fur. "Long time no see." The cat purred loudly and attempted to play with a tendril of Hermione's luscious hair. "I haven't seen you in forever, baby. Why do you never come out anymore?" she asked, pointlessly starting a one sided conversation. "You're afraid of Draco, aren't you?" Hermione's voice sounded suspicious, but Crookshanks wasn't paying much attention. The lazy cat stretched, his toes spreading widely, and curled up on the cushy sofa back to once again go to sleep. "He won't bite, you know," she told the loudly purring fluff ball and gave him a kiss. "Or at least, not you," she finished with a devilish smirk, and then turned back to her letters.
The first was to Harry and Ron. She told them about the teaching offer and made up a white lie; saying that she had wanted to wait and surprise them, but hadn't been able to hold out. Hermione briefly explained her date with Draco, being blunt and vague as to not arouse anger or misunderstanding. She remembered that Draco had made a comment about Seattle time before they had left Ron's that day and realized that she had never explained the reasoning behind it, so it only seemed fit to tell them. She ended this letter with a very brief apology for the harshness of her previous and a hopeful request that they write a reply.
The next letter was to Ginny. In her letter, Hermione went into greater detail about their date and told her of the ring, which, for good reason, had been left out of Harry and Ron's letter. Hermione and Ginny had always been rather close; however not as close as Hermione and Thisbe, and told each other practically everything. In light of this, Hermione poured her heart out to her red headed pen-pal. She told her everything from the jobs, to the trip, to her feelings for Draco, and all in great detail. She even told Ginny of her pathetic fear of the start of classes, knowing they couldn't spend as much time together. Hermione hesitated a moment, but then told Ginny about sleeping with Draco a few days before, only going as far as to tell her that it was amazing and leaving out any graphic details.
The third and shortest of the letters was destined for the Granger domicile. Hermione told her parents, remaining professional, about her job offer and acceptance. She knew they would be proud and didn't bother to ask for permission, but wasn't sure exactly what to tell them about Draco. He had obviously told his mother about her long ago, and she had all but told him that she had enlightened her parents, which wasn't entirely true. Hermione had told her parents that she was sharing living space with the head boy and that they were fast becoming close friends, but had never implied anything more. In the end, she decided to just get on with it.
'Mum, Dad, do you remember me telling you about my roommate; Draco Malfoy? I have some news; Draco and I have been dating for almost a month now, and everything is wonderful," she told them and hoped it didn't seem too sudden. She requested to bring him home during the summer for a proper meeting and signed with all her love.
Finally, Hermione began to read through her final and longest letter, addressed to Thisbe. To this girl, Hermione felt comfortable telling everything; she told her about the trip in great detail, noting how sweet and considerate Draco had been, and explaining the ring. Hermione knew Thisbe would believe her when she said that their relationship was serious; Hermione never acted this enthusiastic about anything, much less anyone. As she had been planning all along, Hermione told Thisbe about her physical episode with her boyfriend and could almost hear the muggle girl giggle. Hermione made Thisbe promise not to tell her parents, and to refrain from telling anyone else unless they specifically asked. The details about Draco and the trip had already taken up four pages, but Hermione wasn't through yet. She told Thisbe of her plans to bring Draco home over the summer and asked her to check on the Merc, then very briefly stated that she would be working as an English teacher at her school after graduation. She gave her regards to the guys and ended the letter with a reminder to give anything wished to be sent to her parents and let them mail it, as always.
Hermione sighed once again, satisfied with her work. She hadn't mentioned her relapse to anyone, and each for their own reasons. Ron and Ginny would feel guilty about causing her pain, her parents would be overly worried, and Thisbe just wouldn't understand. The side-effects would have to remain between herself and Draco, much like the butter fantasy, the strange Snape observations, and the truth behind Draco's fear of sexual contact with women he cares for.
Hermione felt her stomach flip at the thought of Draco and she looked up at the clock; half past eight. Hermione pouted and looked to Crookshanks worriedly.
"Where is he, Crookshanks?" she asked and the cat silently flicked his tail, as if to say that he didn't particularly care. Hermione felt her stomach rumble and remembered what she had said to Draco just before he left. ** "Alright, but eat something before you go, okay? I don't think Snape's apt to give you a break..."** "I'm so silly!" she cooed good- naturedly to her cat, laughing at her premature worry. "SNAPE is hosting his detention; Draco will be lucky if he gets out of there by August," she said with a laugh. "If he's not back by dawn, THEN we'll worry, alright?" she proposed as if the feline needed reassurance.
Hermione looked back down at her letters. ** I'll go to the owlry and grab some dinner, then I can come back and be lonely again, ** she thought and gathered her parchment into a pile. **It'll help pass the time at least. I'm pathetic; this is ridiculous. I can't believe I'm so restless, ** she thought, shaking her head and swiftly leaving the common room.
Hermione walked through the portrait and paused before continuing down the hall. She took a deep breath and sighed, feeling a little better now that she had a mission.
"Going after him, dear?" a sweet female voice called from behind her. Hermione spun to face the smiling and exceptionally pretty woman. "Quite a handsome catch you've got there, I say again, are you to follow him?" the woman asked, pricking up an eyebrow. Hermione smiled at the new occupant of their portrait and shook her head.
"No, Draco would kill me if I came within a hundred feet of the dungeon entrance. May I ask, why do you visit our portrait, Madam?" she asked politely, sweetly smiling. The portrait woman threw up her hands and sat on the chair just behind her.
"Oh! Forgive my manners, dear. I am here to watch the wee one while her father helps a friend," she said, gesturing toward the blonde girl on the floor, happily rubbing the belly of a small black kitten. Hermione smiled at the girl.
"Well hello, I didn't see you there," she said sweetly and waved. Narcissa giggled and waved back.
"I am Angelina Walters; it's a pleasure to meet you, dear," the woman interrupted and Hermione turned back to her.
"Hermione Granger, likewise. Ms. Walters, when did you meet Draco?" Hermione asked with a small curtsy, then adjusted her pile of parchment.
"Oh, contraire dear. I did not meet the handsome blonde boy whom resides within, but I did see him walk the halls on my way to this domicile. You've picked a good man, my dear, and if what Mr. VanRosner tells is true, he's picked you as well," Angelina said, lifting a teacup and saucer from the table beside her. Hermione blushed and looked to her shoes. "He deserves it, you know."
"Beg pardon?" Hermione asked, looking back up to the mysterious guest.
"Your love, my dear. It seems to be the only thing keeping that boy going," she explained and Hermione blushed again.
"Everyone deserves to feel loved," she pointed out and Angelina nodded proudly.
"You are wise, my dear. Now, if not off to find the boy, where, pray tell, are you destined?"
"Oh, the owlry. I grew restless just waiting for him to come back and wrote a few letters I've been putting off. How long will you be gracing our entrance, Ms. Walters? Perhaps we could continue our conversation when I return?" Hermione suggested, liking the female contact, even if it was just a painting.
"I'm afraid not, my dear Mr. VanRosner is due back shortly and I must return to my painting. I would love for you to visit me again, Miss Granger. My portrait is just down the way; you shall pass it on your way to the staircases," Angelina informed her, looking excited.
"That would be lovely Ms. Walters, if Draco returns before Mr. VanRosner, would you be so kind as to inform him of my whereabouts?" Hermione asked and Angelina nodded warmly.
"Of course, my dear, and I'll do you one more. Your young man will be passing by my painting as well on his way to this one. I shall pull him aside if you wish," she suggested and Hermione smiled.
"Thank you, that would be greatly appreciated," she beamed and Angelina smiled, looking motherly.
"That's quite alright dear. Run along now," she said and shooed her away. Hermione nodded and waved to Narcissa, then hurried down the hall toward the staircases.
On her way, as Angelina had predicted, Hermione walked past the portrait which must have belonged to her new friend. Hermione stopped to inspect the empty portrait, which housed a room in a tower, a medieval window showing a sunny landscape. She smiled at the simple beauty and was about to continue down the hall when the little black kitten strutted into view and hopped up onto the red throne chair.
"Hello you; followed me, did you?" she asked and the tiny cat lifted its chin arrogantly. Hermione laughed and continued along, leaving the kitten behind her.
* * * * * * * * * *
More than halfway to the owlry, Hermione couldn't help but feel lonely. When Draco had left, at least she had had Crookshanks, but now she was alone again. The lone Gryffindor sighed, but tried to make it sound happy, for her own benefit. A tiny bit of Hermione enjoyed the privacy, but a greater part still wished Draco was there with her. She tried to bring the subtle enjoyment up and focused solely on it, walking swift and perkily down the hall, a smile on hr face. Enjoying the quiet was surprisingly easy, but Hermione couldn't help but be relieved to hear the noisy chatter of the owlry as she approached.
The Hogwarts Owlry was surprisingly clean for housing so many birds. A frigid breeze greeted Hermione as she opened the door and she silently wished that she HAD grabbed a sweater before leaving. The large circular room held many glassless windows which freely let in the cold and the wind. Hundreds of owls slept on the floating perches, not bothered much by the cold. Hermione took a step in and shivered as she walked quickly to the counter. She placed each letter in a separate envelope, her fingers shaking and her breath visible.
Each letter enveloped and respectively labeled, Hermione spun to face the owls and held up her arm. A fluffy chocolate brown barn owl flew directly toward her and landed smoothly on her human perch.
"Hello Mercutio, ready to go visit Hedwig?" she asked and the owl clicked happily. It was common knowledge that this school owl had a crush on the famous Harry Potter side kick. "Alright, here, take these to Harry; he's at Ron's," she said and gave the owl Ginny's letter as well as Harry and Ron's. Mercutio hooted thankfully and took off, flying through one of the windows. Hermione watched him go with a smile, then turned back to the owls. She held up her arm again and, this time, was greeted by an owl she had never used before.
"Why, hello there. Are you ready for a rather long journey?" she asked the tiny orange owl and to her surprise, it spoke back.
"I believe so, yes. I've been waiting for months for my turn," the owl said, shifting his weight on her arm.
"Oh, you can speak, can you? I must say that I admire your plumage; an interesting color, but it fits you well," Hermione said, smiling despite her discomfort from the cold.
"Thank you, young Miss; you are too kind. I could say the same about you," the orange owl relied and Hermione giggled.
"Do you have a name, Sir?" she asked, tickled at calling an owl 'Sir.'
"Why, yes, Miss," he owl said and bowed, "I am called Hadrian; and you are?"
"I am Hermione. It's nice to meet you, Hadrian," she said and bowed herself.
"Likewise. You say you have for me a journey?" Hadrian asked impatiently.
"Oh yes, please take these letters to the residence of Mr. and Mrs. Robert Granger, if you would," she said and held out the letters for her parents and Thisbe.
"Will do," Hadrian said, taking the letters and hovering near her. "I hope to speak with you soon, Hermione."
"As do I. Take care, Hadrian," Hermione said and the tiny owl exited through the same window as Mercutio. After watching him go, Hermione turned back to the owls once more. A large grey one was staring at her, but Hermione just smiled. "I just can't stop making friends today, can I?" she asked cheerfully, but the owl just huffed and buried its head under a wing.
A cold December breeze blew through one of the windows and traced an icy finger across Hermione's skin, forcing a shiver.
"Well, Ladies and Gentlemen, I bid you adieu. It's a might bit cold in here for me to stay and chat. Good night," she said as she hurried to the door and slipped through, her mind yearning for Draco's arms to be wrapped around her ice-cicle of a body. She smiled at the thought and turned toward the great hall. If she couldn't have Draco, at least she could have hot chocolate.
* * * * * * * * * *
While Hermione was freezing in the owlry, Draco was boiling in the dungeons. As Hermione had predicted, the dungeons were much cooler than the common room, but the tedious physical labor Snape was putting him through had Draco sweating bullets.
"Are you through with that crate yet, Malfoy?" the toxic drawl sounded from Snape's office.
"Nearly, Sir," Draco called back, surprisingly successful at masking his hatred. He was standing in Snape's storeroom, a half empty crate at his feet. Draco picked another vile from the box and read the label; worm's wart. He then walked along the shelves in front of him, searching for the correct position. When he found it, Draco stepped upon the step latter and delicately placed the vile in its correct place, careful not to disrupt any of the other vials.
Draco sighed and walked back to the crate. Work that would have taken minutes now took hours without his wand, which Snape had reprimanded until he completed his task. Draco had repeated this routine since he had arrived and in an hour and a half had managed to empty one and a half crates. He could see at least six more waiting to be sorted: supplies for the upcoming term. Draco tried to keep his mind on other things to pass the time, but all he could think about was Hermione; curled up and shivering alone on their sofa, a trashy romance in her hand. It was pathetic how much he missed her.
"I don't hear you SORTING, Mr. Malfoy!" Snape called again and Draco had to clench his jaw to keep from retorting. He was in for a long night.
* * * * * * * * * *
Hermione walked to the Great Hall with her arms crossed and squeezed tight to her. She seemed to feel even more alone when she was cold. Hermione walked quickly, wanting to be warm again as soon as possible.
As she reached the entrance doors, Hermione was practically running. She threw the big slabs open and looked eagerly inside, hoping SOMEone would be there. Alas, it was empty; she was alone. A frown of deep disappointment graced her lips and Hermione hung her head. Then she thought of something and snapped it back up again, a devious smile spreading across her face. Where was one place in the castle that held food, warmth, and hospitality?
* * * * * * * * * *
"Miss Hermione!" the voice of Dobby the house elf greeted her as Hermione stepped through the portrait to the kitchens. "Dobby is so happy to see Hermione!"
"I'm glad to see you too, Dobby," she said back with a smile, kneeling to give the small elf a hug.
"What can Dobby get for Miss Hermione?" the servant asked eagerly.
"Some hot chocolate would be lovely, Dobby, thank you," Hermione said with a smile and watched as Dobby ran deeper into the kitchens.
Hermione sat at the small table placed near the entrance and watched as over a dozen house elves scurried about, cooking, cleaning, and issuing orders. When Dobby returned, he brought with him a large tankard of the requested hot beverage, a mug, and a tray of various snacks and small sandwiches.
"Thank you Dobby, you really are too kind. Won't you stay and talk a while? Draco has detention and I am rather lonely," she asked, hoping the elf would agree to keep her company.
"Of course, Miss Hermione," Dobby agreed and Hermione visibly brightened. Dobby took a seat across from her and the two fell quickly into conversation, munching on sandwiches and sipping hot chocolate. "Why did Miss send Master Draco for strawberries? Why did Hermione not come herself?" Dobby asked, looking hurt. Hermione shook her head sympathetically.
"I would have, Dobby, but Madam Pomfrey wouldn't let me leave the hospital wing," she explained and the elf's eyes grew wide.
"Is Miss sick? Miss Hermione should not be coming to the kitchens if Miss is not well," Dobby said worriedly. Hermione laughed.
"I'm alright, Dobby, don't worry about me. You sound just like Draco," Hermione thought out loud and felt a wave of loneliness wash over her, despite the many house elves in the room. Dobby blushed and looked to his tiny shoes.
"Master Malfoy? Dobby is sorry, Miss Hermione," he said shyly, obviously embarrassed.
"No, it's alright, but you shouldn't call him that, you know. It's not right and he doesn't like it," she reminded him gently and Dobby dropped his ears.
"Sorry Miss, Dobby will be punished," Dobby said and jumped down from his chair.
"No Dobby! It's alright, really, just try and remember, okay?" Hermione said and put a hand on the servants shoulder. She smiled sweetly and Dobby nodded. "Good. Okay, I have to go, but, if you like, Draco and I can come back for dinner tomorrow," she suggested and her tiny friend nodded enthusiastically. "Alright; I'll see you tomorrow, then, Dobby. Thanks for dinner," she said and turned to leave.
"Miss Hermione and Mr. Draco are welcome in Dobby's kitchens at anytime," the elf reminded her and Hermione smiled.
"Yes, I know. Thank you, Dobby," she said and walked to the portrait.
"Miss Hermione!" Dobby called after her and Hermione turned back to see the small elfin man running up to her, a newly filled thermos of chocolate in his arms. "For Mr. Draco," he explained and Hermione grinned.
"That's sweet of you, Dobby. Thank you," she said, kneeling to take the keg and give Dobby a light kiss on his forehead. Hermione watched the elf go scarlet and laughed. "Goodnight, Dobby," she said and waved as she walked through the portrait.
Once in the hall, Hermione sighed; she was alone again. Looking at the thermos in her hands, she smiled. **He sure warms up to people quickly,** she observed and started back to her common room, looking longingly at the dungeon door as she passed it.
At the top of the stairs, Hermione passed by Angelina's portrait, noting that it was still empty. Even the little cat was missing. She continued down the hall to her portrait, and was almost confused to see the raven haired man reading to his daughter.
"Hello, Mr. VanRosner," she greeted him and the man looked up with a smile.
"Hello Miss Granger. May I ask how you came by my name? I took special precautions not to tell you," he asked and Hermione felt herself slightly blush.
"I'm sorry, Sir. I was told by Angelina Walters; your babysitter. Which reminds me; do you know where she is? She was not in her portrait and I now see that she is no longer here," Hermione asked and Mr. VanRosner smiled.
"It's quite alright, Miss Granger, but for confidential reasons, I must ask that you not repeat anything you've learned about me to Mr. Malfoy. As for Angelina, she could be anywhere; she doesn't like to be left alone," the man said and Hermione nodded.
"Of course, Sir," she said, then spoke nothing more. Mr. VanRosner smiled silently for a while and Narcissa looked suspiciously between Hermione and her father.
"Password?" the man said and Hermione almost jumped.
"Oh! Yes; popcorn," Hermione answered, shifting her thermos from one hand to the other.
"Good evening, Miss Granger," the man said and opened the door for her. Hermione sighed and entered the common room, unsurprised to see it empty.
After fetching warmer clothing from her room, Hermione curled back up on the couch, pulling her blanket around her. Crookshanks, feeling left out, meowed a plea and Hermione giggled.
"Come on, you," she told the cat and opened the blankets, allowing Crookshanks to cuddle up to her. "It's nice when you're affectionate; you should try it more often," she told the feline as it started again to purr. Hermione cuddled back into her blankets and took out her wand, summoning a new book and feeding the fire. **Romance will depress me; history will help put me to sleep,** she thought, opening a tattered textbook.
* * * * * * * * * *
Three and a half hours after Hermione returned to the common room, Draco made his way slowly down the corridor. He passed Angelina, but she had fallen asleep and didn't notice him. As Draco approached the common room entrance, he ran a hand through his hair. Body aching from repeated bending and climbing, sleep and Hermione were the only things on his mind...but not necessarily in that order. Draco stepped to the portrait and looked up at the smiling man.
"I do believe your mistress is within, Mr. Malfoy. Password?" he said and Draco blandly recited it, not bothering to wonder why the man had told him this. "You look dead on your feet, my boy. Do get some rest," the man advised and opened the door. Draco shuffled in, planning to do just that, and was surprised by the warmth of the room. He brought his eyes toward the still roaring fire, but was distracted by an innocently huddled figure on the sofa. He smiled and shook his head, then approached the sleeping girl.
"Mia. Mia, come on, let's go to bed," he said, kneeling beside her and gently shaking her shoulder. Hermione woke immediately, inhaling sharply and opening her eyes.
"Draco?" she asked, truthfully sounding relieved, and he smiled. "What time is it?" Hermione asked, blinking her eyes into focus.
"Well, good morning to you, too," Draco said with a weary smirk and Hermione smiled.
"I'm sorry," she said and leaned forward for a quick kiss. "When did you get home?" Hermione asked, rubbing daintily at one eye.
"Just now. It's almost one; why don't we just go to bed, love," Draco suggested, more of a statement than a question, honestly wanting to do nothing but. Hermione nodded while she tried to stifle a yawn. Draco smile and came in for another kiss, this time deeper and longer; an accumulation of all the kisses missed in the last few hours. Hermione smirked as she opened her eyes again.
"I thought I said no pumpkin butter?" she asked suspiciously and Draco's smile dropped to compliment the look of disbelief on his face.
"Mia, that was like... six hours ago. How could you have possibly tasted that?" he asked and Hermione laughed.
"I didn't," she told him, then pulled off her blankets. A very annoyed Crookshanks jumped out unexpectedly, hissing at Draco when he noticed him.
"Gah!" he yelled and threw himself backward. Hermione looked worried for a minute, then laughed as Crookshanks jumped down and walked arrogantly toward her room, tail in the air.
"Are you okay?" she asked, crawling off the couch and over to Draco.
"Alright, now I'm jealous," he said and Hermione smiled.
"Poor Ace," she cooed, moving over him and bringing their lips together. "Well, this is the first time one of admirers has ever tried to attack you," she pointed out and Draco breathed a laugh.
"Through physical exertion, yes," he said as Hermione climbed on top of him, pushing him to lay flat against the floor.
"As opposed to?" she wondered out loud from her straddling position over him. Draco slid his hands to Hermione's hips, holding her a little steadier. Hermione smiled and moved her head down, lips against Draco's chest. He slid one hand to her back, but kept the other on her hip, then took a breath.
"Snape," he said and Hermione groaned, kissing near the neckline of his think white t-shirt.
"Were you late? He didn't really give you three more detentions, did he?" she asked, still working on his neckline.
"No, no. He gave me twice that," he said sadly and felt Hermione's lips abruptly stop.
"What? What happened?" she asked, lifting her head to look at him.
"I got there early actually, but he gave me the three anyway for attempting to show him up or something, then just before I left, he decided to piss me off. I can't say it's surprising, but I said some things I shouldn't have and landed myself three more. I probably deserved those last ones, though. I said some pretty bad things."
"Maybe, but he provoked you," Hermione pointed out and Draco nodded.
"That is true," he agreed and Hermione sighed.
"But six detentions? That's everyday until Christmas, Ace," she complained and Draco looked depressed.
"I know, Mia. I tried to get him to reschedule, but it IS Snape, so it's not surprising that he refused. I didn't push it; didn't want ANOTHER detention," he explained and waited a while, not speaking and merely rubbing her back. "Hey, do you remember when you said that we spend too much time together?"
"Yes, but-" Hermione started, but, of course, was cut off.
"I think I finally see what you mean. Mia, we were about six hundred feet away from each other and I still missed you terribly. This is going to be one damn hard week," he said sadly and Hermione smiled, then kissed him, long, but shallow.
"I love you," she told him and put her head on his chest again. Draco sighed and moved the hand on her back through her hair.
"I love you too," he agreed, then paused. "Did you just sit here the whole time I was gone, love?" Hermione laughed.
"No, I had to go to the owlry. And I was lonely, so I went and made some new friends," Hermione said and Draco smiled.
"Go on," he urged and she smiled too.
"The man in our portrait was gone; he had a baby sitter for the girl. Angelina Walters. She was supposed to tell you where I was when you came up, but I wouldn't doubt it if she wasn't there.
"Then I went to the owlry and made friends with this little orange one who could talk. Very polite, actually," she told him and Draco smiled.
"Hadrian," he said and Hermione smiled too.
"Yes. Do you know him?"
"Indeed I do; I always send him when I need to use a school owl; I think he's the only one not afraid of me," Draco explained and Hermione closed her eyes, listening to him talk and too tired to notice the humor in his words.
"Don't you have your own owl, Ace?" she asked to get him talking again.
"Yes, but I only send her to the manor; anywhere else, I use Hadrian. Don't you have one?" he asked, pointlessly keeping up a conversation he'd rather have in bed.
"Mm, but he stays home while I'm here so my parents can mail me if they need to," she explained, absentmindedly playing with a wrinkle in his t- shirt while Draco ran his fingers through her hair.
"Don't you have problems with that cat and an owl in the same house?" he asked, honestly curious.
"Not as many as with Crookshanks and my snake in the same house," she said and Draco snorted with laughter.
"Hermione Granger, Head Gryffindor, owns a snake? You are such a traitor. And your bedroom walls are painted green with little silver thumbtacks, am I right?" he asked in amusement and Hermione giggled.
"No, but you're close. My bathroom walls are painted green and there are silver taps, but that doesn't make me a traitor and neither does Monty. Dating you, well... that makes me a traitor," she pointed out, but Draco ignored the last remark.
"Monty?" he asked with a smirk.
"Yes. Mum named him after Monty Python, but it doesn't make much sense, as he's just a garner-snake. I've had both Monty and my green bathroom since before I even knew what Hogwarts was, therefore, I am not a traitor," she said in defense, but didn't move or open her eyes.
"Yes you are, and so am I," Draco pointed out, sounding as if he didn't care in the least.
"Well, Arnie, that's one boat I don't mind sharing with you," she agreed and Draco's eyebrows tightened in mild confusion.
"Arnie? Okay, I can deal with Ace, and if it's a life or death situation, Drakkie-po, but if you ever call me Arnie again, I might just have to resort to drastic measures," he warned and Hermione laughed.
"I was referring to Benedict Arnold? The traitor?" she asked, but Draco didn't seem to understand. "Never mind," she brushed it off, "Muggle history."
"Mia, I would appreciate it if you didn't speak to me as if I don't know anything. It's belittling," Draco said, sounding almost sad. Hermione almost broke out in apology, planning on reassuring him that that wasn't true, but the use of her nickname suggested that he wasn't angry and she changed her mind.
"Well you don't, do you?" she asked, smirking, and Draco chuckled slightly.
"Maybe not, but that doesn't mean you have to rub it in," he said and began stroking her hair again.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that," Hermione said and Draco smiled.
"I know. Hey, maybe I should sit in on some of your classes next year; then I might actually know something," Draco suggested and she smiled.
"I'm teaching literature, Ace. You said yourself, you already know how to read," she reminded him and his smile dropped a little.
"I didn't mean that and besides, history is literature," he pointed out and Hermione kissed his un-bare chest.
"I know," she agreed. There was a long silence in which both Hermione and Draco didn't move, both enjoying the other's company. Then Draco broke it.
"Hermione, is that an urn?" he asked out of no where and Hermione popped her head up in surprise.
"What?" she asked, then followed his gaze to the tankard on the end-table near one of the couches. She turned back to him. "If it is, I should slap you for being so casual. You'd think that, after a whole detention for your tongue, you'd learn to watch what you say," she said, her face unreadable. Draco lifted his eyebrows and visibly swallowed.
"It's not, is it? I'm sorry," he said, sounding as if he deeply regretted it. Hermione smiled and kissed him.
"No," she said, "You were lucky this time. It's hot chocolate for you, from Dobby. I went to the kitchens for dinner so I wouldn't have to eat alone," she explained and Draco sighed, relieved that it wasn't what he had thought.
"How thoughtful," he commented and Hermione placed her head back down.
"Mm, and that reminds me; I promised him we would come to the kitchens for dinner tonight; he was hurt that I sent you for strawberries," she explained and Draco smiled as she yawned.
"Well then, maybe we should go to bed; if we wait much longer, we'll sleep through dinner," Draco suggested, glad for another chance to ask to turn in.
"Alright," Hermione said, but didn't move. Draco smiled at his triumph and waited, but Hermione seemed settled and not about to go anywhere.
"Mia, in order for this to happen, you're going to have to get off me," he reminded her but Hermione still didn't move or make a sound. "Mia?" Nothing. "Hermione, I know you're not sleeping," Draco said, sounding almost annoyed.
"Mmm...." was her only reply. Draco sighed.
"Alright Mia, but I am NOT sleeping on the floor," he told her, but she still didn't budge. Draco waited a moment, then sighed again and gently rolled Hermione off of him; now lying on her back. Hermione smiled in her pseudo-sleep and Draco kissed her lips before standing and walking away.
Draco grabbed his wand from his pocket and proceeded toward the bathroom, changing and getting ready for bed. When he returned to the common room, Draco found Hermione still on the floor, a hand on her midsection and her lips parted slightly, her breathing shallow and even. He smiled; she was sleeping.
"I'm going to bed, Mia. Are you staying out here?" he asked playfully, but wasn't really planning on leaving her.
"Mmm..." she said, tilting her head, but otherwise remained still.
"Come, love. You'll freeze," he said and bent down next to her. Draco took Hermione in his arms and she stirred at the unwanted movement.
"Draco, stop... leave me alone... I'll play tomorrow..." she said sleepily, but Draco didn't stop. He smiled and stood, turning toward his room.
"Yeah right, Mia. You'd kill me tomorrow if I left you here," Draco whispered as he passed through the doorway and into his room. He placed her in bed and Hermione rolled toward him, onto her side. Crawling in behind her, Draco encircled her with his arm and held her close, smiling as she unconsciously cuddled into him.
"Good night, Mia."
A/N Aww! And this was a long one, too! Poor Draco; he has so many problems. Haha. Alright, it was incredibly boring and informational, but I'm sorry. The next will be better. Coming up: I swear; the reason Snape is being so weird! Really, really soon! Next chapter, actually! And TELEPATHY! Everyone loves telepathy! That's telekinesis, Kyle! (Tenacious D rules)
Title: Duh, R+J... Romeo is talking to the Friar saying that he'd rather die than live away from Juliet, and it sort of fit, except more extreme than a few hours of detention, but you get my point. Haha. Gotta love the old guy.
PRF:
For FOE:
Malfoy: He meets them at Christmas, and it actually is a teeny bit like meet the parents, but not really.... yes! I LOVE the weekenders! I didn't think ANYONE would catch that! Lol! And Romeo and Juliet DOES rule! It's so awesome!!! Sleep deprivation is a bitch
MoshiMoshiQueen: Here I am, updating again soon! Lol... not as soon as usual, but I'm working on catching up!
Tom Felton's Babe: Yeah, you know... that was my goal... make everyone look stupid... lol. And, yes I am on 'the pill'. I am fifteen, but I've been on it for almost a year... so, yeah. Haha, I've read that fic (A Summer with Draco) she made you the evil slut! I don't think that's too nice, lol!
Hasapi: No offense to anyone who likes it, but I think the Hermione/Snape paring is incredibly disgusting. I never ever, ever read them, just like I never read slash; especially Draco/Harry slash... If you are writing a slash story, more power to you, but please label it as such in your summary! I don't know how many I've accidentally read thinking they were Draco/Hermione ones! D/Hr, D/H... you get confused... but by the time the sex gets in there, you're already too far into the story and you want to finish it... anyway, yeah, no S/Hr for me, sorry...Yeah, Hermione's a badass! And yeah, I'll continue LGG, but I don't really have too many ideas yet, so it could be a while...
Tom's_gurl: The students come back on like Jan. 3rd.... and you will find out what's up with Snape next chapter. Promise. And WE ALL LOVE TOM FELTON!
Jayx: what didn't you understand? Anyway, you will find out next chapter about Snape! Promise!
Draco'sDragon: Oh! You make me blush!
JoeBob1379: Yes, she is, but don't tell anyone! Lol, except the people who read my reviews! Lol... I don't know what I'm going to do with it though; I was planning that since the introduction of the painting, but now I'm not sure what it has to do with anything; I have a little bit of stuff that incorporates it, but it's really very out of place.
Sammi: Tom Felton is TO hot! I think you may be mistaking him for Radcliff or Grint, because Felton is a hottie! I just was saying that it's interesting how everyone implied 'pale boy with a pointed face' as hott... although I agree! My mind Draco is amazing!
Dreamfire: Lol, they're 16 and 17 and have been going out for a month... and no one except Harry, Ron, and a few other people mentioned later know about them; if the kids come back and find out the two people who would gladly have killed each other last year are engaged, all hell will break loose! Lol.
Blah girl: You're coolio. Yeah, I know about US bands, but I'm from the US and I don't really know any England bands, plus I'm in love with Lifehouse, so, yeah... sorry!
Carla: Hermione is NOT anorexic. It was a misunderstanding.
UndomielEvenstar: Yeah, I know there's a lot of kissing, but it just comes out...lol, I don't mean for them to make out every ten seconds, it just happens!
Lily Rainwater: Yeah, I thought it was a good way to introduce the new characters I'm adding as well as have them do a little bonding... lol, you know! Both Snape and the Picture will be explained in due time, lol!
Snapegirl: wow, I don't know where you got that idea from, but no, lol, that doesn't happen. Good try though! You'll find out next Chappie!
For LGG:
Wow to everyone, since everyone seems to like it! I didn't expect it to be that big of a hit, but thanx!
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CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN: Exile Hath More Terror in His Look
At first, Hermione just huffed, curling back up and replacing the blanket over her chilled body. The more she thought about it; however, she had to agree with Draco. She definitely did not WANT to see Snape unless it was necessary, but she was almost afraid to leave Draco alone with him. If Snape said even one bad thing about her, Hermione knew it would have disastrous results.
When she grew tired of simply sitting on the sofa, her book lying forgotten on the floor, Hermione decided to get to work on her letters.
"Might as well do something constructive; I don't think I can just sit here and wait," she said to herself, out loud only to hear something more than the crackle of the logs. Not wanting to move and undo all the warmth she had reabsorbed since Draco was obligated to leave; Hermione lifted her trusty wand from the table beside her and summoned all of her writing essentials.
An hour later, she had written four rather lengthy letters and Draco still had not returned. She sighed and read through each for what seemed like the hundredth time, knowing that she should be using this as a learning experience. Draco would be out of her sight for much longer than this when classes started; she should be trying to get used to his absence. She missed him, of course, but that was to be expected. Hermione decided to concentrate on the letters; using them as a homework substitution. The chilly head Gryffindor was pleased to see that a large orange ball of fur joined her eventually, making Hermione fell less alone. She smiled as the cat climbed to the back of the couch and settled himself near Hermione's head.
"Well, hello, you," she cooed, burying her face gently into Crookshanks' fur. "Long time no see." The cat purred loudly and attempted to play with a tendril of Hermione's luscious hair. "I haven't seen you in forever, baby. Why do you never come out anymore?" she asked, pointlessly starting a one sided conversation. "You're afraid of Draco, aren't you?" Hermione's voice sounded suspicious, but Crookshanks wasn't paying much attention. The lazy cat stretched, his toes spreading widely, and curled up on the cushy sofa back to once again go to sleep. "He won't bite, you know," she told the loudly purring fluff ball and gave him a kiss. "Or at least, not you," she finished with a devilish smirk, and then turned back to her letters.
The first was to Harry and Ron. She told them about the teaching offer and made up a white lie; saying that she had wanted to wait and surprise them, but hadn't been able to hold out. Hermione briefly explained her date with Draco, being blunt and vague as to not arouse anger or misunderstanding. She remembered that Draco had made a comment about Seattle time before they had left Ron's that day and realized that she had never explained the reasoning behind it, so it only seemed fit to tell them. She ended this letter with a very brief apology for the harshness of her previous and a hopeful request that they write a reply.
The next letter was to Ginny. In her letter, Hermione went into greater detail about their date and told her of the ring, which, for good reason, had been left out of Harry and Ron's letter. Hermione and Ginny had always been rather close; however not as close as Hermione and Thisbe, and told each other practically everything. In light of this, Hermione poured her heart out to her red headed pen-pal. She told her everything from the jobs, to the trip, to her feelings for Draco, and all in great detail. She even told Ginny of her pathetic fear of the start of classes, knowing they couldn't spend as much time together. Hermione hesitated a moment, but then told Ginny about sleeping with Draco a few days before, only going as far as to tell her that it was amazing and leaving out any graphic details.
The third and shortest of the letters was destined for the Granger domicile. Hermione told her parents, remaining professional, about her job offer and acceptance. She knew they would be proud and didn't bother to ask for permission, but wasn't sure exactly what to tell them about Draco. He had obviously told his mother about her long ago, and she had all but told him that she had enlightened her parents, which wasn't entirely true. Hermione had told her parents that she was sharing living space with the head boy and that they were fast becoming close friends, but had never implied anything more. In the end, she decided to just get on with it.
'Mum, Dad, do you remember me telling you about my roommate; Draco Malfoy? I have some news; Draco and I have been dating for almost a month now, and everything is wonderful," she told them and hoped it didn't seem too sudden. She requested to bring him home during the summer for a proper meeting and signed with all her love.
Finally, Hermione began to read through her final and longest letter, addressed to Thisbe. To this girl, Hermione felt comfortable telling everything; she told her about the trip in great detail, noting how sweet and considerate Draco had been, and explaining the ring. Hermione knew Thisbe would believe her when she said that their relationship was serious; Hermione never acted this enthusiastic about anything, much less anyone. As she had been planning all along, Hermione told Thisbe about her physical episode with her boyfriend and could almost hear the muggle girl giggle. Hermione made Thisbe promise not to tell her parents, and to refrain from telling anyone else unless they specifically asked. The details about Draco and the trip had already taken up four pages, but Hermione wasn't through yet. She told Thisbe of her plans to bring Draco home over the summer and asked her to check on the Merc, then very briefly stated that she would be working as an English teacher at her school after graduation. She gave her regards to the guys and ended the letter with a reminder to give anything wished to be sent to her parents and let them mail it, as always.
Hermione sighed once again, satisfied with her work. She hadn't mentioned her relapse to anyone, and each for their own reasons. Ron and Ginny would feel guilty about causing her pain, her parents would be overly worried, and Thisbe just wouldn't understand. The side-effects would have to remain between herself and Draco, much like the butter fantasy, the strange Snape observations, and the truth behind Draco's fear of sexual contact with women he cares for.
Hermione felt her stomach flip at the thought of Draco and she looked up at the clock; half past eight. Hermione pouted and looked to Crookshanks worriedly.
"Where is he, Crookshanks?" she asked and the cat silently flicked his tail, as if to say that he didn't particularly care. Hermione felt her stomach rumble and remembered what she had said to Draco just before he left. ** "Alright, but eat something before you go, okay? I don't think Snape's apt to give you a break..."** "I'm so silly!" she cooed good- naturedly to her cat, laughing at her premature worry. "SNAPE is hosting his detention; Draco will be lucky if he gets out of there by August," she said with a laugh. "If he's not back by dawn, THEN we'll worry, alright?" she proposed as if the feline needed reassurance.
Hermione looked back down at her letters. ** I'll go to the owlry and grab some dinner, then I can come back and be lonely again, ** she thought and gathered her parchment into a pile. **It'll help pass the time at least. I'm pathetic; this is ridiculous. I can't believe I'm so restless, ** she thought, shaking her head and swiftly leaving the common room.
Hermione walked through the portrait and paused before continuing down the hall. She took a deep breath and sighed, feeling a little better now that she had a mission.
"Going after him, dear?" a sweet female voice called from behind her. Hermione spun to face the smiling and exceptionally pretty woman. "Quite a handsome catch you've got there, I say again, are you to follow him?" the woman asked, pricking up an eyebrow. Hermione smiled at the new occupant of their portrait and shook her head.
"No, Draco would kill me if I came within a hundred feet of the dungeon entrance. May I ask, why do you visit our portrait, Madam?" she asked politely, sweetly smiling. The portrait woman threw up her hands and sat on the chair just behind her.
"Oh! Forgive my manners, dear. I am here to watch the wee one while her father helps a friend," she said, gesturing toward the blonde girl on the floor, happily rubbing the belly of a small black kitten. Hermione smiled at the girl.
"Well hello, I didn't see you there," she said sweetly and waved. Narcissa giggled and waved back.
"I am Angelina Walters; it's a pleasure to meet you, dear," the woman interrupted and Hermione turned back to her.
"Hermione Granger, likewise. Ms. Walters, when did you meet Draco?" Hermione asked with a small curtsy, then adjusted her pile of parchment.
"Oh, contraire dear. I did not meet the handsome blonde boy whom resides within, but I did see him walk the halls on my way to this domicile. You've picked a good man, my dear, and if what Mr. VanRosner tells is true, he's picked you as well," Angelina said, lifting a teacup and saucer from the table beside her. Hermione blushed and looked to her shoes. "He deserves it, you know."
"Beg pardon?" Hermione asked, looking back up to the mysterious guest.
"Your love, my dear. It seems to be the only thing keeping that boy going," she explained and Hermione blushed again.
"Everyone deserves to feel loved," she pointed out and Angelina nodded proudly.
"You are wise, my dear. Now, if not off to find the boy, where, pray tell, are you destined?"
"Oh, the owlry. I grew restless just waiting for him to come back and wrote a few letters I've been putting off. How long will you be gracing our entrance, Ms. Walters? Perhaps we could continue our conversation when I return?" Hermione suggested, liking the female contact, even if it was just a painting.
"I'm afraid not, my dear Mr. VanRosner is due back shortly and I must return to my painting. I would love for you to visit me again, Miss Granger. My portrait is just down the way; you shall pass it on your way to the staircases," Angelina informed her, looking excited.
"That would be lovely Ms. Walters, if Draco returns before Mr. VanRosner, would you be so kind as to inform him of my whereabouts?" Hermione asked and Angelina nodded warmly.
"Of course, my dear, and I'll do you one more. Your young man will be passing by my painting as well on his way to this one. I shall pull him aside if you wish," she suggested and Hermione smiled.
"Thank you, that would be greatly appreciated," she beamed and Angelina smiled, looking motherly.
"That's quite alright dear. Run along now," she said and shooed her away. Hermione nodded and waved to Narcissa, then hurried down the hall toward the staircases.
On her way, as Angelina had predicted, Hermione walked past the portrait which must have belonged to her new friend. Hermione stopped to inspect the empty portrait, which housed a room in a tower, a medieval window showing a sunny landscape. She smiled at the simple beauty and was about to continue down the hall when the little black kitten strutted into view and hopped up onto the red throne chair.
"Hello you; followed me, did you?" she asked and the tiny cat lifted its chin arrogantly. Hermione laughed and continued along, leaving the kitten behind her.
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More than halfway to the owlry, Hermione couldn't help but feel lonely. When Draco had left, at least she had had Crookshanks, but now she was alone again. The lone Gryffindor sighed, but tried to make it sound happy, for her own benefit. A tiny bit of Hermione enjoyed the privacy, but a greater part still wished Draco was there with her. She tried to bring the subtle enjoyment up and focused solely on it, walking swift and perkily down the hall, a smile on hr face. Enjoying the quiet was surprisingly easy, but Hermione couldn't help but be relieved to hear the noisy chatter of the owlry as she approached.
The Hogwarts Owlry was surprisingly clean for housing so many birds. A frigid breeze greeted Hermione as she opened the door and she silently wished that she HAD grabbed a sweater before leaving. The large circular room held many glassless windows which freely let in the cold and the wind. Hundreds of owls slept on the floating perches, not bothered much by the cold. Hermione took a step in and shivered as she walked quickly to the counter. She placed each letter in a separate envelope, her fingers shaking and her breath visible.
Each letter enveloped and respectively labeled, Hermione spun to face the owls and held up her arm. A fluffy chocolate brown barn owl flew directly toward her and landed smoothly on her human perch.
"Hello Mercutio, ready to go visit Hedwig?" she asked and the owl clicked happily. It was common knowledge that this school owl had a crush on the famous Harry Potter side kick. "Alright, here, take these to Harry; he's at Ron's," she said and gave the owl Ginny's letter as well as Harry and Ron's. Mercutio hooted thankfully and took off, flying through one of the windows. Hermione watched him go with a smile, then turned back to the owls. She held up her arm again and, this time, was greeted by an owl she had never used before.
"Why, hello there. Are you ready for a rather long journey?" she asked the tiny orange owl and to her surprise, it spoke back.
"I believe so, yes. I've been waiting for months for my turn," the owl said, shifting his weight on her arm.
"Oh, you can speak, can you? I must say that I admire your plumage; an interesting color, but it fits you well," Hermione said, smiling despite her discomfort from the cold.
"Thank you, young Miss; you are too kind. I could say the same about you," the orange owl relied and Hermione giggled.
"Do you have a name, Sir?" she asked, tickled at calling an owl 'Sir.'
"Why, yes, Miss," he owl said and bowed, "I am called Hadrian; and you are?"
"I am Hermione. It's nice to meet you, Hadrian," she said and bowed herself.
"Likewise. You say you have for me a journey?" Hadrian asked impatiently.
"Oh yes, please take these letters to the residence of Mr. and Mrs. Robert Granger, if you would," she said and held out the letters for her parents and Thisbe.
"Will do," Hadrian said, taking the letters and hovering near her. "I hope to speak with you soon, Hermione."
"As do I. Take care, Hadrian," Hermione said and the tiny owl exited through the same window as Mercutio. After watching him go, Hermione turned back to the owls once more. A large grey one was staring at her, but Hermione just smiled. "I just can't stop making friends today, can I?" she asked cheerfully, but the owl just huffed and buried its head under a wing.
A cold December breeze blew through one of the windows and traced an icy finger across Hermione's skin, forcing a shiver.
"Well, Ladies and Gentlemen, I bid you adieu. It's a might bit cold in here for me to stay and chat. Good night," she said as she hurried to the door and slipped through, her mind yearning for Draco's arms to be wrapped around her ice-cicle of a body. She smiled at the thought and turned toward the great hall. If she couldn't have Draco, at least she could have hot chocolate.
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While Hermione was freezing in the owlry, Draco was boiling in the dungeons. As Hermione had predicted, the dungeons were much cooler than the common room, but the tedious physical labor Snape was putting him through had Draco sweating bullets.
"Are you through with that crate yet, Malfoy?" the toxic drawl sounded from Snape's office.
"Nearly, Sir," Draco called back, surprisingly successful at masking his hatred. He was standing in Snape's storeroom, a half empty crate at his feet. Draco picked another vile from the box and read the label; worm's wart. He then walked along the shelves in front of him, searching for the correct position. When he found it, Draco stepped upon the step latter and delicately placed the vile in its correct place, careful not to disrupt any of the other vials.
Draco sighed and walked back to the crate. Work that would have taken minutes now took hours without his wand, which Snape had reprimanded until he completed his task. Draco had repeated this routine since he had arrived and in an hour and a half had managed to empty one and a half crates. He could see at least six more waiting to be sorted: supplies for the upcoming term. Draco tried to keep his mind on other things to pass the time, but all he could think about was Hermione; curled up and shivering alone on their sofa, a trashy romance in her hand. It was pathetic how much he missed her.
"I don't hear you SORTING, Mr. Malfoy!" Snape called again and Draco had to clench his jaw to keep from retorting. He was in for a long night.
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Hermione walked to the Great Hall with her arms crossed and squeezed tight to her. She seemed to feel even more alone when she was cold. Hermione walked quickly, wanting to be warm again as soon as possible.
As she reached the entrance doors, Hermione was practically running. She threw the big slabs open and looked eagerly inside, hoping SOMEone would be there. Alas, it was empty; she was alone. A frown of deep disappointment graced her lips and Hermione hung her head. Then she thought of something and snapped it back up again, a devious smile spreading across her face. Where was one place in the castle that held food, warmth, and hospitality?
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"Miss Hermione!" the voice of Dobby the house elf greeted her as Hermione stepped through the portrait to the kitchens. "Dobby is so happy to see Hermione!"
"I'm glad to see you too, Dobby," she said back with a smile, kneeling to give the small elf a hug.
"What can Dobby get for Miss Hermione?" the servant asked eagerly.
"Some hot chocolate would be lovely, Dobby, thank you," Hermione said with a smile and watched as Dobby ran deeper into the kitchens.
Hermione sat at the small table placed near the entrance and watched as over a dozen house elves scurried about, cooking, cleaning, and issuing orders. When Dobby returned, he brought with him a large tankard of the requested hot beverage, a mug, and a tray of various snacks and small sandwiches.
"Thank you Dobby, you really are too kind. Won't you stay and talk a while? Draco has detention and I am rather lonely," she asked, hoping the elf would agree to keep her company.
"Of course, Miss Hermione," Dobby agreed and Hermione visibly brightened. Dobby took a seat across from her and the two fell quickly into conversation, munching on sandwiches and sipping hot chocolate. "Why did Miss send Master Draco for strawberries? Why did Hermione not come herself?" Dobby asked, looking hurt. Hermione shook her head sympathetically.
"I would have, Dobby, but Madam Pomfrey wouldn't let me leave the hospital wing," she explained and the elf's eyes grew wide.
"Is Miss sick? Miss Hermione should not be coming to the kitchens if Miss is not well," Dobby said worriedly. Hermione laughed.
"I'm alright, Dobby, don't worry about me. You sound just like Draco," Hermione thought out loud and felt a wave of loneliness wash over her, despite the many house elves in the room. Dobby blushed and looked to his tiny shoes.
"Master Malfoy? Dobby is sorry, Miss Hermione," he said shyly, obviously embarrassed.
"No, it's alright, but you shouldn't call him that, you know. It's not right and he doesn't like it," she reminded him gently and Dobby dropped his ears.
"Sorry Miss, Dobby will be punished," Dobby said and jumped down from his chair.
"No Dobby! It's alright, really, just try and remember, okay?" Hermione said and put a hand on the servants shoulder. She smiled sweetly and Dobby nodded. "Good. Okay, I have to go, but, if you like, Draco and I can come back for dinner tomorrow," she suggested and her tiny friend nodded enthusiastically. "Alright; I'll see you tomorrow, then, Dobby. Thanks for dinner," she said and turned to leave.
"Miss Hermione and Mr. Draco are welcome in Dobby's kitchens at anytime," the elf reminded her and Hermione smiled.
"Yes, I know. Thank you, Dobby," she said and walked to the portrait.
"Miss Hermione!" Dobby called after her and Hermione turned back to see the small elfin man running up to her, a newly filled thermos of chocolate in his arms. "For Mr. Draco," he explained and Hermione grinned.
"That's sweet of you, Dobby. Thank you," she said, kneeling to take the keg and give Dobby a light kiss on his forehead. Hermione watched the elf go scarlet and laughed. "Goodnight, Dobby," she said and waved as she walked through the portrait.
Once in the hall, Hermione sighed; she was alone again. Looking at the thermos in her hands, she smiled. **He sure warms up to people quickly,** she observed and started back to her common room, looking longingly at the dungeon door as she passed it.
At the top of the stairs, Hermione passed by Angelina's portrait, noting that it was still empty. Even the little cat was missing. She continued down the hall to her portrait, and was almost confused to see the raven haired man reading to his daughter.
"Hello, Mr. VanRosner," she greeted him and the man looked up with a smile.
"Hello Miss Granger. May I ask how you came by my name? I took special precautions not to tell you," he asked and Hermione felt herself slightly blush.
"I'm sorry, Sir. I was told by Angelina Walters; your babysitter. Which reminds me; do you know where she is? She was not in her portrait and I now see that she is no longer here," Hermione asked and Mr. VanRosner smiled.
"It's quite alright, Miss Granger, but for confidential reasons, I must ask that you not repeat anything you've learned about me to Mr. Malfoy. As for Angelina, she could be anywhere; she doesn't like to be left alone," the man said and Hermione nodded.
"Of course, Sir," she said, then spoke nothing more. Mr. VanRosner smiled silently for a while and Narcissa looked suspiciously between Hermione and her father.
"Password?" the man said and Hermione almost jumped.
"Oh! Yes; popcorn," Hermione answered, shifting her thermos from one hand to the other.
"Good evening, Miss Granger," the man said and opened the door for her. Hermione sighed and entered the common room, unsurprised to see it empty.
After fetching warmer clothing from her room, Hermione curled back up on the couch, pulling her blanket around her. Crookshanks, feeling left out, meowed a plea and Hermione giggled.
"Come on, you," she told the cat and opened the blankets, allowing Crookshanks to cuddle up to her. "It's nice when you're affectionate; you should try it more often," she told the feline as it started again to purr. Hermione cuddled back into her blankets and took out her wand, summoning a new book and feeding the fire. **Romance will depress me; history will help put me to sleep,** she thought, opening a tattered textbook.
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Three and a half hours after Hermione returned to the common room, Draco made his way slowly down the corridor. He passed Angelina, but she had fallen asleep and didn't notice him. As Draco approached the common room entrance, he ran a hand through his hair. Body aching from repeated bending and climbing, sleep and Hermione were the only things on his mind...but not necessarily in that order. Draco stepped to the portrait and looked up at the smiling man.
"I do believe your mistress is within, Mr. Malfoy. Password?" he said and Draco blandly recited it, not bothering to wonder why the man had told him this. "You look dead on your feet, my boy. Do get some rest," the man advised and opened the door. Draco shuffled in, planning to do just that, and was surprised by the warmth of the room. He brought his eyes toward the still roaring fire, but was distracted by an innocently huddled figure on the sofa. He smiled and shook his head, then approached the sleeping girl.
"Mia. Mia, come on, let's go to bed," he said, kneeling beside her and gently shaking her shoulder. Hermione woke immediately, inhaling sharply and opening her eyes.
"Draco?" she asked, truthfully sounding relieved, and he smiled. "What time is it?" Hermione asked, blinking her eyes into focus.
"Well, good morning to you, too," Draco said with a weary smirk and Hermione smiled.
"I'm sorry," she said and leaned forward for a quick kiss. "When did you get home?" Hermione asked, rubbing daintily at one eye.
"Just now. It's almost one; why don't we just go to bed, love," Draco suggested, more of a statement than a question, honestly wanting to do nothing but. Hermione nodded while she tried to stifle a yawn. Draco smile and came in for another kiss, this time deeper and longer; an accumulation of all the kisses missed in the last few hours. Hermione smirked as she opened her eyes again.
"I thought I said no pumpkin butter?" she asked suspiciously and Draco's smile dropped to compliment the look of disbelief on his face.
"Mia, that was like... six hours ago. How could you have possibly tasted that?" he asked and Hermione laughed.
"I didn't," she told him, then pulled off her blankets. A very annoyed Crookshanks jumped out unexpectedly, hissing at Draco when he noticed him.
"Gah!" he yelled and threw himself backward. Hermione looked worried for a minute, then laughed as Crookshanks jumped down and walked arrogantly toward her room, tail in the air.
"Are you okay?" she asked, crawling off the couch and over to Draco.
"Alright, now I'm jealous," he said and Hermione smiled.
"Poor Ace," she cooed, moving over him and bringing their lips together. "Well, this is the first time one of admirers has ever tried to attack you," she pointed out and Draco breathed a laugh.
"Through physical exertion, yes," he said as Hermione climbed on top of him, pushing him to lay flat against the floor.
"As opposed to?" she wondered out loud from her straddling position over him. Draco slid his hands to Hermione's hips, holding her a little steadier. Hermione smiled and moved her head down, lips against Draco's chest. He slid one hand to her back, but kept the other on her hip, then took a breath.
"Snape," he said and Hermione groaned, kissing near the neckline of his think white t-shirt.
"Were you late? He didn't really give you three more detentions, did he?" she asked, still working on his neckline.
"No, no. He gave me twice that," he said sadly and felt Hermione's lips abruptly stop.
"What? What happened?" she asked, lifting her head to look at him.
"I got there early actually, but he gave me the three anyway for attempting to show him up or something, then just before I left, he decided to piss me off. I can't say it's surprising, but I said some things I shouldn't have and landed myself three more. I probably deserved those last ones, though. I said some pretty bad things."
"Maybe, but he provoked you," Hermione pointed out and Draco nodded.
"That is true," he agreed and Hermione sighed.
"But six detentions? That's everyday until Christmas, Ace," she complained and Draco looked depressed.
"I know, Mia. I tried to get him to reschedule, but it IS Snape, so it's not surprising that he refused. I didn't push it; didn't want ANOTHER detention," he explained and waited a while, not speaking and merely rubbing her back. "Hey, do you remember when you said that we spend too much time together?"
"Yes, but-" Hermione started, but, of course, was cut off.
"I think I finally see what you mean. Mia, we were about six hundred feet away from each other and I still missed you terribly. This is going to be one damn hard week," he said sadly and Hermione smiled, then kissed him, long, but shallow.
"I love you," she told him and put her head on his chest again. Draco sighed and moved the hand on her back through her hair.
"I love you too," he agreed, then paused. "Did you just sit here the whole time I was gone, love?" Hermione laughed.
"No, I had to go to the owlry. And I was lonely, so I went and made some new friends," Hermione said and Draco smiled.
"Go on," he urged and she smiled too.
"The man in our portrait was gone; he had a baby sitter for the girl. Angelina Walters. She was supposed to tell you where I was when you came up, but I wouldn't doubt it if she wasn't there.
"Then I went to the owlry and made friends with this little orange one who could talk. Very polite, actually," she told him and Draco smiled.
"Hadrian," he said and Hermione smiled too.
"Yes. Do you know him?"
"Indeed I do; I always send him when I need to use a school owl; I think he's the only one not afraid of me," Draco explained and Hermione closed her eyes, listening to him talk and too tired to notice the humor in his words.
"Don't you have your own owl, Ace?" she asked to get him talking again.
"Yes, but I only send her to the manor; anywhere else, I use Hadrian. Don't you have one?" he asked, pointlessly keeping up a conversation he'd rather have in bed.
"Mm, but he stays home while I'm here so my parents can mail me if they need to," she explained, absentmindedly playing with a wrinkle in his t- shirt while Draco ran his fingers through her hair.
"Don't you have problems with that cat and an owl in the same house?" he asked, honestly curious.
"Not as many as with Crookshanks and my snake in the same house," she said and Draco snorted with laughter.
"Hermione Granger, Head Gryffindor, owns a snake? You are such a traitor. And your bedroom walls are painted green with little silver thumbtacks, am I right?" he asked in amusement and Hermione giggled.
"No, but you're close. My bathroom walls are painted green and there are silver taps, but that doesn't make me a traitor and neither does Monty. Dating you, well... that makes me a traitor," she pointed out, but Draco ignored the last remark.
"Monty?" he asked with a smirk.
"Yes. Mum named him after Monty Python, but it doesn't make much sense, as he's just a garner-snake. I've had both Monty and my green bathroom since before I even knew what Hogwarts was, therefore, I am not a traitor," she said in defense, but didn't move or open her eyes.
"Yes you are, and so am I," Draco pointed out, sounding as if he didn't care in the least.
"Well, Arnie, that's one boat I don't mind sharing with you," she agreed and Draco's eyebrows tightened in mild confusion.
"Arnie? Okay, I can deal with Ace, and if it's a life or death situation, Drakkie-po, but if you ever call me Arnie again, I might just have to resort to drastic measures," he warned and Hermione laughed.
"I was referring to Benedict Arnold? The traitor?" she asked, but Draco didn't seem to understand. "Never mind," she brushed it off, "Muggle history."
"Mia, I would appreciate it if you didn't speak to me as if I don't know anything. It's belittling," Draco said, sounding almost sad. Hermione almost broke out in apology, planning on reassuring him that that wasn't true, but the use of her nickname suggested that he wasn't angry and she changed her mind.
"Well you don't, do you?" she asked, smirking, and Draco chuckled slightly.
"Maybe not, but that doesn't mean you have to rub it in," he said and began stroking her hair again.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that," Hermione said and Draco smiled.
"I know. Hey, maybe I should sit in on some of your classes next year; then I might actually know something," Draco suggested and she smiled.
"I'm teaching literature, Ace. You said yourself, you already know how to read," she reminded him and his smile dropped a little.
"I didn't mean that and besides, history is literature," he pointed out and Hermione kissed his un-bare chest.
"I know," she agreed. There was a long silence in which both Hermione and Draco didn't move, both enjoying the other's company. Then Draco broke it.
"Hermione, is that an urn?" he asked out of no where and Hermione popped her head up in surprise.
"What?" she asked, then followed his gaze to the tankard on the end-table near one of the couches. She turned back to him. "If it is, I should slap you for being so casual. You'd think that, after a whole detention for your tongue, you'd learn to watch what you say," she said, her face unreadable. Draco lifted his eyebrows and visibly swallowed.
"It's not, is it? I'm sorry," he said, sounding as if he deeply regretted it. Hermione smiled and kissed him.
"No," she said, "You were lucky this time. It's hot chocolate for you, from Dobby. I went to the kitchens for dinner so I wouldn't have to eat alone," she explained and Draco sighed, relieved that it wasn't what he had thought.
"How thoughtful," he commented and Hermione placed her head back down.
"Mm, and that reminds me; I promised him we would come to the kitchens for dinner tonight; he was hurt that I sent you for strawberries," she explained and Draco smiled as she yawned.
"Well then, maybe we should go to bed; if we wait much longer, we'll sleep through dinner," Draco suggested, glad for another chance to ask to turn in.
"Alright," Hermione said, but didn't move. Draco smiled at his triumph and waited, but Hermione seemed settled and not about to go anywhere.
"Mia, in order for this to happen, you're going to have to get off me," he reminded her but Hermione still didn't move or make a sound. "Mia?" Nothing. "Hermione, I know you're not sleeping," Draco said, sounding almost annoyed.
"Mmm...." was her only reply. Draco sighed.
"Alright Mia, but I am NOT sleeping on the floor," he told her, but she still didn't budge. Draco waited a moment, then sighed again and gently rolled Hermione off of him; now lying on her back. Hermione smiled in her pseudo-sleep and Draco kissed her lips before standing and walking away.
Draco grabbed his wand from his pocket and proceeded toward the bathroom, changing and getting ready for bed. When he returned to the common room, Draco found Hermione still on the floor, a hand on her midsection and her lips parted slightly, her breathing shallow and even. He smiled; she was sleeping.
"I'm going to bed, Mia. Are you staying out here?" he asked playfully, but wasn't really planning on leaving her.
"Mmm..." she said, tilting her head, but otherwise remained still.
"Come, love. You'll freeze," he said and bent down next to her. Draco took Hermione in his arms and she stirred at the unwanted movement.
"Draco, stop... leave me alone... I'll play tomorrow..." she said sleepily, but Draco didn't stop. He smiled and stood, turning toward his room.
"Yeah right, Mia. You'd kill me tomorrow if I left you here," Draco whispered as he passed through the doorway and into his room. He placed her in bed and Hermione rolled toward him, onto her side. Crawling in behind her, Draco encircled her with his arm and held her close, smiling as she unconsciously cuddled into him.
"Good night, Mia."
A/N Aww! And this was a long one, too! Poor Draco; he has so many problems. Haha. Alright, it was incredibly boring and informational, but I'm sorry. The next will be better. Coming up: I swear; the reason Snape is being so weird! Really, really soon! Next chapter, actually! And TELEPATHY! Everyone loves telepathy! That's telekinesis, Kyle! (Tenacious D rules)
Title: Duh, R+J... Romeo is talking to the Friar saying that he'd rather die than live away from Juliet, and it sort of fit, except more extreme than a few hours of detention, but you get my point. Haha. Gotta love the old guy.
PRF:
For FOE:
Malfoy: He meets them at Christmas, and it actually is a teeny bit like meet the parents, but not really.... yes! I LOVE the weekenders! I didn't think ANYONE would catch that! Lol! And Romeo and Juliet DOES rule! It's so awesome!!! Sleep deprivation is a bitch
MoshiMoshiQueen: Here I am, updating again soon! Lol... not as soon as usual, but I'm working on catching up!
Tom Felton's Babe: Yeah, you know... that was my goal... make everyone look stupid... lol. And, yes I am on 'the pill'. I am fifteen, but I've been on it for almost a year... so, yeah. Haha, I've read that fic (A Summer with Draco) she made you the evil slut! I don't think that's too nice, lol!
Hasapi: No offense to anyone who likes it, but I think the Hermione/Snape paring is incredibly disgusting. I never ever, ever read them, just like I never read slash; especially Draco/Harry slash... If you are writing a slash story, more power to you, but please label it as such in your summary! I don't know how many I've accidentally read thinking they were Draco/Hermione ones! D/Hr, D/H... you get confused... but by the time the sex gets in there, you're already too far into the story and you want to finish it... anyway, yeah, no S/Hr for me, sorry...Yeah, Hermione's a badass! And yeah, I'll continue LGG, but I don't really have too many ideas yet, so it could be a while...
Tom's_gurl: The students come back on like Jan. 3rd.... and you will find out what's up with Snape next chapter. Promise. And WE ALL LOVE TOM FELTON!
Jayx: what didn't you understand? Anyway, you will find out next chapter about Snape! Promise!
Draco'sDragon: Oh! You make me blush!
JoeBob1379: Yes, she is, but don't tell anyone! Lol, except the people who read my reviews! Lol... I don't know what I'm going to do with it though; I was planning that since the introduction of the painting, but now I'm not sure what it has to do with anything; I have a little bit of stuff that incorporates it, but it's really very out of place.
Sammi: Tom Felton is TO hot! I think you may be mistaking him for Radcliff or Grint, because Felton is a hottie! I just was saying that it's interesting how everyone implied 'pale boy with a pointed face' as hott... although I agree! My mind Draco is amazing!
Dreamfire: Lol, they're 16 and 17 and have been going out for a month... and no one except Harry, Ron, and a few other people mentioned later know about them; if the kids come back and find out the two people who would gladly have killed each other last year are engaged, all hell will break loose! Lol.
Blah girl: You're coolio. Yeah, I know about US bands, but I'm from the US and I don't really know any England bands, plus I'm in love with Lifehouse, so, yeah... sorry!
Carla: Hermione is NOT anorexic. It was a misunderstanding.
UndomielEvenstar: Yeah, I know there's a lot of kissing, but it just comes out...lol, I don't mean for them to make out every ten seconds, it just happens!
Lily Rainwater: Yeah, I thought it was a good way to introduce the new characters I'm adding as well as have them do a little bonding... lol, you know! Both Snape and the Picture will be explained in due time, lol!
Snapegirl: wow, I don't know where you got that idea from, but no, lol, that doesn't happen. Good try though! You'll find out next Chappie!
For LGG:
Wow to everyone, since everyone seems to like it! I didn't expect it to be that big of a hit, but thanx!
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