A/N: I'M SORRY! I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY! I AM A TERRIBLE PERSON! LOL,
it's been almost five days! Do I even HAVE anyone still waiting? Do you
even remember what my story is ABOUT? I'M SORRY!
Disclaimer: Don't feel too creative. ::deep breath:: here goes: TINY LITTLE ELFIN ALLIGATORS ARE NIBBLING ON MY.... HEY! IS THAT MY GREAT WHITE CD? ::BOOM!!!!:: Damn pyrotechnics.... anyway, I didn't think up these here characters and what-not. And I actually do have the Great White CD, lol... but it didn't explode... :o(
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CHAPTER THIRTY NINE: Being Holiday, The Beggar's Shop is Shut
The two found Dumbledore in the hospital wing with Madam Pomfrey, drinking tea and having a seemly enjoyable conversation. Hermione entered in front of Draco and the door creaked as it closed behind them. Madam Pomfrey made a small gasp and turned toward the door, her startle changing to a gratified happiness to see her savior. The nurse stood from her chair and walked quickly to Hermione, enveloping her with her arms and squeezing her tight.
"Thank you so much, Hermione," she said and released the girl.
"It's nothing Madam Pomfrey. Anyone would have done the same," Hermione said, smiling as the nurse released her. "I hate to bother you, but is there some way to stop this mind-reading? An antidote of some sort?"
"Oh, yes. I'm sorry dear, I'd forgotten all about that. Just a moment," she said and hurried away into her office. Hermione watched her go, then turned to Dumbledore.
"Professor," she began, taking a step closer and keeping her voice low. "Is everything all right? What happened?" Dumbledore smiled.
"Nothing that couldn't be handled, Miss Granger. Sadly, I must say that your suspicions were correct. Snape has been reprimanded for the time being and everyone is perfectly fine," Dumbledore paused, then opened his mouth to say something more, but was interrupted by Pomfrey.
"Here we are, dear!" she called, bustling over and handing Hermione one of the familiar vials. She smiled and drank it with a smile. "Yes," Pomfrey said, nodding. "Non-medicinal potions usually taste a bit better."
"Thanks," Hermione said, handing back the empty vial and looking up at Draco with a smile. She sighed happily as his consistent mumbling faded away. "I can't hear you, Ace," she said and Draco smiled. Neither noticed Pomfrey and Dumbledore share a knowing glance.
"Was there something else you needed, Miss Granger, Mr. Malfoy?" Dumbledore asked and both teens looked away from each other and at the professor. The old man held his eyebrows raised and Hermione looked back at Draco, who in turn looked to her. 'Detention,' she mouthed, reminding him of unfinished business.
"Oh, right. Forgive me Madam Pomfrey," Draco said to the nurse, then turned to Dumbledore. "Professor, Snape has given me detentions for every night until Christmas Eve. Who do I go to now that he's... indisposed? Must I still attend?" he asked, a little nervously, feeling guilty about mentioning the man to the nurse so soon after such an incident. Pomfrey flinched at the name, but otherwise didn't show any emotion whatsoever.
"I can not cancel your detentions, Mr. Malfoy. You shall serve them as scheduled, although I'm sure you did nothing to deserve them," Dumbledore said and Draco nodded, although a little disappointed.
"Seven o'clock, then. Where should I report?" Draco asked and Dumbledore cocked his head, wearing a knowing smile.
"Why don't you report to my office; I'm sure I can think of something for you to do," the headmaster said and both students smiled widely and looked to each other.
"Thank you, Professor," Draco said, almost excited about a detention with the headmaster. At least it wouldn't be seven hours of sorting vials while wand-less.
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After a quick dinner, Draco and Hermione returned to their common room. The two sat together on one of their sofas and talked sparsely about anything that came to them. Draco tried to stay away from any subjects that could lead to talk of Snape or Pomfrey and in return, Hermione didn't mention the temporary personality lapse which had occurred in him earlier.
When seven o'clock came to greet them, Draco was sitting awake on the couch, legs across the cushions, stroking Hermione's hair while she slept on top of him, and savoring his last few moments with her. He waited until exactly five of, then sighed, gently slipping out from underneath Hermione and placing her softly on the sofa, replacing himself with a pillow below her head. Draco smiled as he looked at her, so angelic and innocent in her sleep.
Draco stood and, although he could easily have taken the Gryffindor throw from behind her, retrieved from the other sofa his Slytherin blanket. He draped it over his sleeping beauty and turned away, walking to his desk and scribbling a quick note for her. Smirking at his romantic ingenious, Draco transfigured a quill into a black rose with blood red thorns. He walked back to Hermione and placed both the flower and the note on the floor for her to find. A kiss was what he left her with and Hermione smiled in her slumber.
She woke about an hour later, smiling as the scent of Draco's cologne was picked up. Hermione opened her eyes and was a bit disappointed to find that the scent came from the dark green throw and not her pale blonde boyfriend. Her smile re-hung itself as she noticed the sweet flower on the ground. Reaching out to lift the sentiment, Hermione noticed the hastily written note.
"Mia,
Detention, remember? I didn't want to wake you; you're gorgeous when you sleep. I would assume that I shall return earlier tonight, but, regardless, don't wait up for me. I love you.
-Ace"
Hermione smiled warmly at the note, then the disappointment came back. She had been planning to go with him. Now that his detention was with Dumbledore, what reason was there not to come along? A little unsure, Hermione decided it was alright. She almost liked being away from Draco for a few hours. It was hell while he was gone, but heaven when he returned. **Maybe this is good for me. **
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Failing to locate Crookshanks for company, Hermione grabbed a pullover and decided to go for a walk. She took her rose with her, twisting it between her fingers with the blossom spinning just below her nose as she dreamily walked down the hall.
"You seem happy, dear," the kind voice of Angelina Walters commented with a giggle. Hermione turned to her with a smile, taking a closer note of her than she had before. The woman seemed to be in her late twenties to early thirties and wore a long and flowing sheer white gown, which showed a good bit of her cleavage. Angelina's hair was done up in a tight bun, covered in a white fishnet cap, and she wore a light blush on her cheeks. At this point in time, she was holding her little black kitten.
"Oh, but I am. How are you, Miss Walters?" Hermione asked, stepping up to the picture.
"I'm fine dear, but please, call me Angelina," she insisted. Hermione smiled and nodded.
"Call me Hermione, then."
"Well, Hermione; what brings you from the common room so late in the evening?" Angelina asked and Hermione looked again to her rose.
"I was lonely. Draco has detention again and I can't find my cat," she explained and Angelina laughed.
"Well, I hate to tell you this, but Tescos here has proven that cats aren't much company either," she said and Hermione laughed. "Won't you stay a while? I'd love to hear more about your handsome young mister," she then asked, looking down the hall as if Draco were coming around the corner. Hermione smiled.
"I'd love to. The only real feminine contact I've had in four months is Pomfrey, McGonagall, and through letters," Hermione agreed and sat down on the floor opposite the woman's painting.
The two began talking, mostly about Draco, and bonded quickly. Angelina told Hermione about her secret crush on Mr. VanRosner and Hermione promised not to tell anyone. It was as if they were two twelve year olds at a slumber party.
This was how Draco found them two hours later; Hermione lying on the floor with her eyes closed, still fiddling his rose, and Angelina, sitting in her throne chair and gabbing. As he approached, Draco thought he could hear voices, then two girls giggling. He walked stealthily down the hall, a finger to his lips to request no noise from Angelina. She mimicked him in understanding and Draco crept up to Hermione, who was obliviant and jabbering on about a book she'd read that was similar to Angelina's most recent story.
Draco got down on his hands and knees and crawled over to Hermione. He placed a hand over her mouth and she stopped talking, making a peep of surprise and popping her eyes open to see Draco's upside-down and smirking face.
"Do you ever shut up?" he asked good naturedly. Hermione smiled below his palm and Draco removed it, replacing it with his lips in a kinky backwards kiss. It was interesting to say the least.
"Well, hello to you too," she said smartly and Draco laughed.
"Hi. What are you doing, Mia?" he asked and Hermione smiled.
"Well, I WAS carrying on a conversation until you interrupted me, Ace," she said and sat up, then she extended her hand, indicating the portrait. "This is Angelina Walters; Narcissa's babysitter."
"Oh," Draco said and turned to the woman. "Pleasure," he said with a curt nod and Angelina smiled.
"It's nice to finally meet you, Mr. Malfoy," she said and Draco smiled.
"Call me Draco," he insisted and Angelina nodded. The three conversed for only about a half an hour more before Draco and Hermione decided to retire to the common room. The two promptly went to bed, briefly discussing Draco's detention. It had been much more enjoyable; he was sent to pay the house elves, brought a bucket of rocks to McGonagall, having no clue what they were for, and spent the rest of his time cleaning the paintings in and around the great hall with a paint renewal potion.
It wasn't so bad with so many people to talk to, although it was rather time consuming. When Dumbledore let him go at ten, Draco was no where near finished, but the headmaster insisted he resume the next night and get some sleep.
Hermione was happy for Draco, but very tired indeed; it had been a long day. She fell asleep without him noticing, listening to Draco jabbering about a man who continuously complained of streaks on his world-view window.
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Everyday until Christmas Eve went much the same. Hermione had wanted to accompany Draco to his detentions, but he insisted that she stay and have more fun with Angelina. Hermione agreed, remembering how good it felt to see him again after being deprived for a few hours. Draco walked with Hermione to Angelina's portrait, kissed her goodbye, and left her to giggle and chat with her friend.
He would serve his detention, mostly cleaning paintings, then would return and steal Hermione away to the common room. Both agreed that it wasn't so bad; Hermione had someone to share estrogen related problems with and Draco didn't have to spend a thousand hours with Snape.
The night of December twenty third, Draco was cleaning a painting outside the transfiguration classroom when Dumbledore approached him.
"Hello Professor. I'm almost finished here; do you have another assignment for me?" Draco asked with a weary smile and Dumbledore ginned.
"One could say such," he said and held out an envelope to Draco. "I'd like you to go to Hogsmeade for me, Mr. Malfoy. I have a list of items here, as well as enough galleons to cover it. Please bring them with you when you report for detention tomorrow," Dumbledore said and Draco nodded.
"Of course, Professor. What shall I do now?" he asked, slipping the list into his back pocket.
"I do believe there is a young lady waiting for you this evening? Once you are finished with this painting, you may be dismissed," Dumbledore said and smiled as Draco confusedly looked to his watch.
"But it's only eight thirty," he said, sounding a little surprised. Dumbledore nodded.
"Yes, I know, Mr. Malfoy. I will see you tomorrow evening," he said and turned away.
"Thank you, Professor," he said to the receding back of Dumbledore, then turned back to his half clean landscape. "Hm," he said, raising his eyebrows in surprise, then finished with his chore.
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"Draco, you're early," Hermione said from the floor of the hall as Draco walked toward her.
"Is that a problem?" he asked with a smirk, knowing by her ecstatic smile that she had no problem with it whatsoever. Hermione stood and giggled as he came up and kissed her.
"Nope, no problem," she said with a smile. "But really, did you run away? Probably not 0the best idea," she smirked, placing her hands on his shoulders, and Angelina laughed. Draco smiled and kissed her again.
"No, he actually let me go. That guy's insane; not even Hagrid would let someone off with only an hour and a half," Draco said, looking a bit disbelieving.
"Maybe he feels sorry for you, dear. You've been working every night for almost a week without complaint. Dumbledore is one to take mercy on people," Angelina suggested and Draco turned to her. He shrugged a shoulder and looked back to Hermione with a devious smile.
"As long as it gets me out of detention," he said a bit huskily and Hermione giggled, then kissed him again.
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Draco and Hermione talked with Angelina for just over an hour before heading for the common room. After some rather intense snogging, the couple went to bed. Since neither were very tired, Draco and Hermione simply lounged together, talking and kissing as the fire died down.
"Did we think of anything to do on Christmas, Mia?" Draco asked, kissing Hermione's neck as she lay on her back beside him.
"No, not really, unless you have something in mind," she said calmly, hands folded on her abdomen.
"Hm," Draco mumbled, continuing to kiss her. "Oh yeah; we have to go to Hogsmeade tomorrow," he said and Hermione smiled.
"Why?" she asked suspiciously and Draco smirked.
"Because Dumbledore told me to," he answered and she laughed.
"Good reason."
"Yeah, I thought so," he agreed. "Except the last time I went, I got a week's worth of detention and had to spend almost twenty hours away from you."
"Don't worry; if you get any more, I'll just do something really bad and get one too," Hermione said and Draco snorted. "What?"
"Has ANYone other than Snape EVER given you detention?" he asked and Hermione turned to him slightly.
"Yes; McGonagall. Remember the baby dragon incident in first year in which you, just being you, tattled and landed us all a nice little walk in the forest?" she said smartly and Draco chuckled again.
"Yeah, I remember that," he said, smiling.
"God, you were such a wimp. You practically begged Hagrid for that ruddy dog to come along with you," she joked, smirking.
"I won't deny that. I was a spoiled and neglected little pussy pre-teen. And just so you know, Fang was more afraid than I was," Draco said and Hermione laughed. Draco kissed her and she smiled, her eyes closed.
"I think it's time for me to get gorgeous again," she said dreamily and he kissed her once more.
"Be my guest, love," he agreed and she happily sighed, taking his advice.
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When Draco awoke the next morning, he opened his eyes to see a very intimidating pair of yellow ones staring back at him. He jumped a little and heard Hermione giggle. Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Draco glared at the cat which sat arrogantly on his girlfriend's lap.
"You think that's funny do you?" he asked, rubbing an eye and looking up at Hermione. She nodded, stroking the large orange feline.
"Quite," she agreed.
"Mia, I think your cat has it in for me," he said, not taking his eyes off the intruder.
"No he doesn't, do you Crookshanks?" she asked in a baby voice, scratching behind the tabby cat's ear. Crookshanks tilted his head upward and closed his eyes innocently. "No, of course not." Draco just shook his head at her. Then, he pricked up an eyebrow.
"Wait, why is it even in here? It's never come in our room before," he asked and Hermione smiled.
"He must be warming up to you. We had a talk about him barricading himself in my room all the time, didn't we?" she asked the cat, who flicked his tail. "Yes, and I said to be more affectionate. As we've established many times, no one can say no to me, can they?" she said, still looking at the cat. Then, she turned to Draco with a smile. "Crookshanks is no exception."
"You had a talk with a cat, that cat of all cats, and it listened to you?" Draco asked with a smirk and Hermione nodded.
"Of course. Crookshanks loves me, don't you? Yes you do," she cooed and Draco laughed.
"Right," he said, nodding his head.
"Don't worry, Draco. He loves you too, don't you, Crookshanks?" The cat opened its eyes and glared at Draco, then cocked open his mouth and attempted to be intimidating, showing his fangs. Draco laughed, although a little nervously.
"Yes, Mia. That's love if I ever saw it," he joked and Hermione pursed her lips together.
"Alright," she agreed. "Maybe love was too strong a word. I'm very disappointed in you, Crookshanks. If you can't play nice, then you're going to have to leave," she said, taking her hands away from the fuzz ball and pointing her left arm toward the door. "Go on now, shoo!" she said and the cat reluctantly got up. He stretched lazily on the bed, then, making sure to walk hardly, made his way across Draco's stomach and jumped down to the floor.
"Ow," Draco grumbled, rubbing gingerly at the spot where the cat had just stepped. Hermione laughed. "I don't get you, Mia. First you have a talk with your cat about being nice to me, then you laugh when I wake up to the face of a professional rodent hit-man, then you yell at the thing for not playing nice, and now you're laughing because it's given me internal bleeding. Whose side are you on, anyway?" he asked and Hermione laughed, then rolled onto her side and moved down to give him a kiss.
"I don't take sides," she said and Draco snorted.
"Of course you don't, Hermione," he said and rolled his eyes, still smiling.
"Nope, I'm neutral; like Switzerland," she continued, smiling.
"Actually, I don't think Switzerland ever threatened to slap me when Potter fell of his broom and Slytherin won the last game they've ever won in third year," he reminded her and Hermione laughed.
"You know, I've always thought you pushed him," she smirked. Draco sighed.
"Yes, Mia. I frequently push unsuspecting people from brooms hundreds of feet from the ground just so I can win something I never wanted or expected to win anyway," he said sarcastically. Hermione shrugged a shoulder and smirked.
"Hey, you never know," she said and gave him another kiss. "Now that YOU are finally awake," Hermione started, poking him in the chest. "I'm getting up," she said and Draco tried to look innocent.
"Sorry, love, but you could have gotten up whenever you wanted to," he said, smiling and looking the exact opposite of guilty.
"Right, and you wouldn't have freaked out?" Hermione inquired, raising an eyebrow. Draco, still looking childlike, shook his head.
"No. I wouldn't really have worried unless I got up and couldn't find you," he told her and Hermione kissed him, hard.
"Thank you," she said, then waited a moment before rolling out of bed and heading for the common room.
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After breakfast, Draco reluctantly mentioned Dumbledore's request and Hermione all but dragged him to the town. The head couple had forgotten the date and unanticipated the number of people frantically searching for last minute gifts and Christmas necessities. As they made it to the gate, Draco finally noticed the crowd.
"Oh... my... god," he said, eyes wide with shock and fear. Hermione looked up at him, then followed his gaze to the noisy town streets before she burst out laughing. "Hermione, this is NOT funny. Look at all those people! This will take forever," he complained, but Hermione continued to laugh. Looking at her, Draco cracked a smile. "Okay, maybe it's a little funny," he gave in and she nodded. Giving her a quick kiss, Draco sighed and took her hand. "Come on love; let's get this over with," he said and she nodded, following him into the town.
"You DID bring the list, right?" she asked, holding tight to Draco's hand as they squeezed through the crowd. Draco stopped and pulled her close to him so as not to lose her in the chaos as he let go of her hand.
"Of course," he said and took it from his back pocket. He smiled as he read through the list. "Thank God. Everything on here is from Honeyduke's, with the exception of twenty pairs of socks, which means we go see Herm, then Evan, then we leave. We'll be out of here in half an hour," he said happily, smiling at Hermione.
"Um, I don't know about that, Ace," she said with a frown and pointed over his shoulder. Draco looked confused and suspicious, then cautiously turned around.
"Bloody hell!" he exclaimed as he saw amount of witches and wizards waiting to get into Honeyduke's. Not only was the store jam packed with people, but they formed a three person wide line which extended for at least a block. Hermione laughed at his gaping face.
"It IS Christmas Eve, Ace," she reminded him.
"Yeah, but that's ridiculous," he said, pointing. Hermione took his hand and smiled as he turned to her.
"Let's go see Evan; maybe the line will be shorter when we come back," she suggested and Draco nodded. Hermione turned with a smile and began pulling Draco toward the clothing shop.
As they entered, it was obvious that they would not be seeing Evan, as an old man sat snoozing behind the counter. Whether this was good or bad, Draco didn't know, but Hermione didn't seem to notice. She let go of his hand as soon as they entered the near deserted store and walked directly to the rows of sock filled shelves. She began to browse through, Draco following but not looking very interested, and picked two styles that she found suiting. Hermione then picked ten of each; one with green and blue checkers, the other with yellow and red stripes. Draco looked at her with a hiked eyebrow and Hermione smiled.
"They're obviously for the house elves. This way they can each have one of each and all have the same socks; they don't like it when their footwear matches. And look; house colors," she explained and Draco kissed her quickly.
"Whatever you want, Mia. Too bad Evan isn't here; I would have liked for you to meet Corsica," Draco teased with a smirk as they walked up to the counter.
"Assuming they're together, I bet Evan is doing something a little more romantic than sock shopping for house elves," she told him and Draco shrugged a little guiltily.
"Oh, is Mione having trouble with her love life?" Ron asked from her other side with a smirk. She rolled her eyes and sighed.
"Well Ron, I don't believe my love life is any of your buis- wait," Hermione said, snapping her head toward him. "Where the hell did you come from?"
"Touch-y," she heard Draco mutter and Ron snicker, but ignored them.
"Well?"
"I apparated, Mione. I thought this store would be empty, but low and behold, here you are, standing right next to me. And yes, I can. That's what I did with my summer vacation," he explained and Hermione smirked.
"I'm impressed, Ron. I thought you'd have spent it eating and sleeping," she joked and he shrugged. "But really, didn't Molly ever tell you that it's impolite to apparate into a group of people and throw yourself into conversation?"
"Probably couldn't hear her over the continuous crunching and snoring," Draco boldly joked, managing to make his comment sound wittier than it really was. All three were silent for a moment, then Ron started to laugh. Hermione eagerly joined in and soon, Draco found himself chuckling a bit as well. The trio purchased their socks, then Hermione turned and smiled at Ron.
"Next stop: Honeyduke's; care to tag along?" Hermione asked and Ron laughed.
"Honeyduke's, are you kidding? Have you SEEN that LINE? Whatever it is, it can't be THAT important... unless... Mione, it's not your stash again, is it? That's definitely important enough," Ron said and Draco picked up an eyebrow while Hermione shook her head.
"No, but we don't have a choice; Headmaster's orders," she explained and Ron nodded.
"Ouch; that's rough. As much as I'd LOVE to come ho, I'm afraid I have an engagement I'm already a tad bit late for. I suppose I'll see you both in a week or so?" he asked as they exited the doors. Hermione nodded.
"Of course," she said and kissed his cheek. "Happy Christmas, Ron," she said and he smiled.
"Same to you, Mione, Draco," he said, nodding to each. Hermione smiled and turned to walk away. "Hey," Ron said, tapping Draco's arm before he left. Draco turned to him, looking confused. "Word of warning from Harry and me; deprive her of stash, your vitals will crash," he said, then made a slitting motion across his neck with his index finger. Draco nodded.
"Good to know; thanks Ron," he said and Ron nodded, winked at Hermione (who was standing a few feet away, looking suspicious) then turned and left. Draco returned to the side of his incredulous Gryffindor with a smile.
"What did he say?" she asked, but Draco simply shook his head.
"Nothing. I guess we're last in line, are we?" he asked, pointing. The line had, if anything, gotten longer. "Great plan, Mia," Draco said, somewhat sarcastically.
"Didn't see you disagreeing," she retorted with a smirk and led Draco to the end of the line.
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It took an unbelievable amount of time to make it through the line, and even longer to get from the door to the counter. Herm was looking very stressed and the two teenage helpers behind him seemed to be running themselves ragged.
"Look," Hermione said with a giggle, getting Draco's attention and pointing. "It's Evan." Draco looked at the boy who was taking change from an elderly woman and began a nod, then looked to the girl who came up beside Evan with a box for the customer and smirked.
"And Corsica," he informed her and Hermione automatically snapped her head toward the girl with a slight fire in her eyes. Draco casually put his arm around her, his hand on her hip, and she relaxed.
"Alright; sock shopping or candy shoveling, which is more romantic?" she asked with a smile and took a tiny step closer to her boyfriend. Draco laughed and kissed her head.
"I don't think I'm the best person to ask, Mia," he said and she smiled.
It was late afternoon by the time the couple got their turn; they had been waiting in line for over three hours.
"Finally!" Hermione said as the robust woman in front of her moved down the line.
"Hermione! It's nice to have at least one customer who won't be cussin' me out for the wait, here. What can I get for you?" Herm said with a smile, but his features told of his fatigue. Hermione gave him the list.
"I have a list from Dumbledore. Don't be so sure about me not complaining, Herm; we've been waiting since twelve thirty," she exclaimed good naturedly and Herm nodded as he filled her order.
"I know. Sorry about that; busiest day of the year, you know. Had to recruit me nephew and his lass to help me out, here," he told them and both Draco and Hermione smiled.
"Evan is your nephew?" Draco asked and Herm smiled proudly.
"Ay, and Cors'ca me neice-in-law, if there is such a 'ting. Here we are. Anythin' else, Hermione?" he said, pushing a bad of goodies toward them.
"Actually, could you add a box of sorted Bertie Bott's to that as well?" Hermione asked and Herm nodded, then retrieved the box.
"You're no fun, Mione. What's the point if there's no surprise?" Hermione shook her head and gave Herm all the money in Dumbledore's envelope, as well as a sickle from her sachet for her jellybeans. "Happy Christmas, both of you," Herm said and waved them off, taking the order of the next customer.
Once outside, Hermione and Draco hurried away from the crowd.
"Uh! It's like I haven't breathed in three hours!" Hermione exclaimed, taking deep breaths. Draco smirked.
"Is someone claustrophobic?" he teased and Hermione laughed.
"No, but I'm tricadecaphobic," she told him and Draco chuckled.
"Aren't we all?" he joked. Hermione smiled and drew out her wand. She took her purchased beans from the candy bag, then pointed her wand and the sock sack and confection carrier. With a flick, the bags disappeared. "Where did you put them?" Draco asked, putting his arm around her shoulders as she put away her wand.
"My room," she said, then began to open her jelly beans.
"If I find so much as one orange hair in that bag, I'm throwing your cat off the balcony," he warned and Hermione shrugged.
"He'll land on his feet. What flavor should I pick?" she asked as she succeeded in breaking the seal.
"Grass," Draco said with a smirk, "Or sand. I've always found sand to have an interesting texture, but grass is definitely my favorite." Hermione seemed to ignore him and tore open the box with a smile.
"Chocolate," she said and the empty box filled with little brown beans. Draco shook his head at her.
"Herm's right, Mia. You ARE no fun," he pouted and Hermione rolled her eyes while she popped a bean in her mouth.
"Who in their right mind would enjoy an entire box of grass beans?" she asked and Draco smirked, then shrugged his shoulders.
"A ferret?" he suggested and Hermione immediately began to giggle. Draco smiled at the sound. **Life mission: completed,** he thought and kissed her.
"Let's go for a walk; I need to get my legs working again," she suggested and Draco smiled.
"Sure," he agreed and began to lead her to the gates. The two spent the rest of the afternoon walking around the grounds and snacking on their Bertie Bott's. As five thirty rolled around, Draco suggested they go inside and have dinner before he left for detention.
A/N Yep, that's it. Wouldn't that stink? A whole day wasted in line for stuff you don't even get to eat? Yeah... anyway, what shall this evening bring? And what about Christmas? Will Snape ruin that as well? We'll find out, I suppose....**laughs evilly** (Do you suppose she's a mwahaha, or a bwahaha?)
Note: I've read a lot of fanfics in which the HP people are polytheistic (usually with Greek gods such as Zeus and Athena), and I don't know if that's like a popular thing in England or whatever, but doesn't the fact that they celebrate Christmas make them Christians? Or at least a majority of the school, like take mine: there are a few Jewish people and a few who celebrate Kwanza, but a majority of the student body is Christian or Catholic. Just a thought. Correct me if I'm wrong, though.
Title: Romeo and Juliet once again... right before Romeo goes to the Apothecary to buy poison. If anyone's seen the movie version where Juliet is played by somebody or other Hussey, don't you agree that that scene should have been put in? Not killing Paris was fine, because all he was doing there was trying to be a Necrophiliac, but who walks around with deadly poison in their pocket? Seriously?
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Iris: Lol, updating everyday... yeah, right... haha. And that's one of those things that like, you know isn't happening, but you wonder if maybe... like, you're walking down the hall and you're thinking... I wonder if any of these people know that I just bit my tongue really hard... how embarrassing... haha. Yeah, I'd hate it if people could read my mind too...
Lirawen: Okay, as for the name Thisbe... I don't know who this Gangora is, but she does not own that name. I do not own that name either. It was taken from the Mythological tale of Pyramus and Thisbe... you know, the one where they're from rivaling families and they can't be together but they're in love so they decide to meet one night and Thisbe's there, but she's scared away by a lion and drops her cloak and the lion tears it up, then Pyramus finds it and thinks she was killed, so he kills himself, then she comes back and kills herself. Kind of like Romeo and Juliet, really. My point? I DIDN'T STEAL THAT NAME FROM...WHOEVER THE HELL YOU ACCUSED ME OF STEALING IT FROM! Oh, and about over praising? Everyone who writes or reads (well, not EVERYone, but most people) fan fiction are girls ranging from 10-16. At this age, actual criticism can be taken too hard, and permanently scar the development of these children. By over praising them, we give them the confidence to continue writing, and by continuing to write, they will ultimately get better at what they do. Telling a little kid that their poem is good when it doesn't even make sense is not going to make them think that everything they ever do is wonderful, it just makes them feel good enough to write another poem. This is why most fan fic reviews say things like 'Good job!' and 'Keep writing!' because those are the kinds of things that build confidence. People like you, although you are trying to help, are the people that break the little writers. You're attempting to pick the rose before it blooms. Do you see what I'm saying here? I do see your point, don't get me wrong, and I hope you see mine.
Carla: I don't know, I haven't and probably won't specify Draco's birthday... but it has to be before November... I'm thinking maybe October or something... yeah.
Tom Felton's Babe: I think it would be cliquey if I somehow made Draco able to read Hermione's thoughts now... but thanx for the input. Good luck on becoming an ex- evil slut... haha
Prantis: Hopefully, yes! More soon!
Malfoy: I was sick when I wrote about her being cold, lol, that's why she was cold... and yes, at least she's warm again! Go Mia!
Heather: You found me through SlytherinGirl? Wow! She's awesome... her story rocks! And the mermaids RULE!
Erilyn Rose: Hehe, thanx! I try!
Starry Skies: What can I say? I don't like Snape. At all. Not even a teeny bit. The only story I've portrayed him as a good guy in is the one where I killed Draco... you can see how messed up that story is from those few last words.... haha
Silver Dragon Goddess: Wow, the fact that you've put me on your favorites after only reading the first chapter makes me a little confused. That chapter sucked ass. I appreciate it, though... lol.
Nikki: Thanx, and yeah... I like that book.
Dark Vampire: Yeah, I wanted him to lose his temper a teeny bit, and so there he goes. He felt bad about it afterward! And Snape is a JURK.
Disclaimer: Don't feel too creative. ::deep breath:: here goes: TINY LITTLE ELFIN ALLIGATORS ARE NIBBLING ON MY.... HEY! IS THAT MY GREAT WHITE CD? ::BOOM!!!!:: Damn pyrotechnics.... anyway, I didn't think up these here characters and what-not. And I actually do have the Great White CD, lol... but it didn't explode... :o(
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CHAPTER THIRTY NINE: Being Holiday, The Beggar's Shop is Shut
The two found Dumbledore in the hospital wing with Madam Pomfrey, drinking tea and having a seemly enjoyable conversation. Hermione entered in front of Draco and the door creaked as it closed behind them. Madam Pomfrey made a small gasp and turned toward the door, her startle changing to a gratified happiness to see her savior. The nurse stood from her chair and walked quickly to Hermione, enveloping her with her arms and squeezing her tight.
"Thank you so much, Hermione," she said and released the girl.
"It's nothing Madam Pomfrey. Anyone would have done the same," Hermione said, smiling as the nurse released her. "I hate to bother you, but is there some way to stop this mind-reading? An antidote of some sort?"
"Oh, yes. I'm sorry dear, I'd forgotten all about that. Just a moment," she said and hurried away into her office. Hermione watched her go, then turned to Dumbledore.
"Professor," she began, taking a step closer and keeping her voice low. "Is everything all right? What happened?" Dumbledore smiled.
"Nothing that couldn't be handled, Miss Granger. Sadly, I must say that your suspicions were correct. Snape has been reprimanded for the time being and everyone is perfectly fine," Dumbledore paused, then opened his mouth to say something more, but was interrupted by Pomfrey.
"Here we are, dear!" she called, bustling over and handing Hermione one of the familiar vials. She smiled and drank it with a smile. "Yes," Pomfrey said, nodding. "Non-medicinal potions usually taste a bit better."
"Thanks," Hermione said, handing back the empty vial and looking up at Draco with a smile. She sighed happily as his consistent mumbling faded away. "I can't hear you, Ace," she said and Draco smiled. Neither noticed Pomfrey and Dumbledore share a knowing glance.
"Was there something else you needed, Miss Granger, Mr. Malfoy?" Dumbledore asked and both teens looked away from each other and at the professor. The old man held his eyebrows raised and Hermione looked back at Draco, who in turn looked to her. 'Detention,' she mouthed, reminding him of unfinished business.
"Oh, right. Forgive me Madam Pomfrey," Draco said to the nurse, then turned to Dumbledore. "Professor, Snape has given me detentions for every night until Christmas Eve. Who do I go to now that he's... indisposed? Must I still attend?" he asked, a little nervously, feeling guilty about mentioning the man to the nurse so soon after such an incident. Pomfrey flinched at the name, but otherwise didn't show any emotion whatsoever.
"I can not cancel your detentions, Mr. Malfoy. You shall serve them as scheduled, although I'm sure you did nothing to deserve them," Dumbledore said and Draco nodded, although a little disappointed.
"Seven o'clock, then. Where should I report?" Draco asked and Dumbledore cocked his head, wearing a knowing smile.
"Why don't you report to my office; I'm sure I can think of something for you to do," the headmaster said and both students smiled widely and looked to each other.
"Thank you, Professor," Draco said, almost excited about a detention with the headmaster. At least it wouldn't be seven hours of sorting vials while wand-less.
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After a quick dinner, Draco and Hermione returned to their common room. The two sat together on one of their sofas and talked sparsely about anything that came to them. Draco tried to stay away from any subjects that could lead to talk of Snape or Pomfrey and in return, Hermione didn't mention the temporary personality lapse which had occurred in him earlier.
When seven o'clock came to greet them, Draco was sitting awake on the couch, legs across the cushions, stroking Hermione's hair while she slept on top of him, and savoring his last few moments with her. He waited until exactly five of, then sighed, gently slipping out from underneath Hermione and placing her softly on the sofa, replacing himself with a pillow below her head. Draco smiled as he looked at her, so angelic and innocent in her sleep.
Draco stood and, although he could easily have taken the Gryffindor throw from behind her, retrieved from the other sofa his Slytherin blanket. He draped it over his sleeping beauty and turned away, walking to his desk and scribbling a quick note for her. Smirking at his romantic ingenious, Draco transfigured a quill into a black rose with blood red thorns. He walked back to Hermione and placed both the flower and the note on the floor for her to find. A kiss was what he left her with and Hermione smiled in her slumber.
She woke about an hour later, smiling as the scent of Draco's cologne was picked up. Hermione opened her eyes and was a bit disappointed to find that the scent came from the dark green throw and not her pale blonde boyfriend. Her smile re-hung itself as she noticed the sweet flower on the ground. Reaching out to lift the sentiment, Hermione noticed the hastily written note.
"Mia,
Detention, remember? I didn't want to wake you; you're gorgeous when you sleep. I would assume that I shall return earlier tonight, but, regardless, don't wait up for me. I love you.
-Ace"
Hermione smiled warmly at the note, then the disappointment came back. She had been planning to go with him. Now that his detention was with Dumbledore, what reason was there not to come along? A little unsure, Hermione decided it was alright. She almost liked being away from Draco for a few hours. It was hell while he was gone, but heaven when he returned. **Maybe this is good for me. **
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Failing to locate Crookshanks for company, Hermione grabbed a pullover and decided to go for a walk. She took her rose with her, twisting it between her fingers with the blossom spinning just below her nose as she dreamily walked down the hall.
"You seem happy, dear," the kind voice of Angelina Walters commented with a giggle. Hermione turned to her with a smile, taking a closer note of her than she had before. The woman seemed to be in her late twenties to early thirties and wore a long and flowing sheer white gown, which showed a good bit of her cleavage. Angelina's hair was done up in a tight bun, covered in a white fishnet cap, and she wore a light blush on her cheeks. At this point in time, she was holding her little black kitten.
"Oh, but I am. How are you, Miss Walters?" Hermione asked, stepping up to the picture.
"I'm fine dear, but please, call me Angelina," she insisted. Hermione smiled and nodded.
"Call me Hermione, then."
"Well, Hermione; what brings you from the common room so late in the evening?" Angelina asked and Hermione looked again to her rose.
"I was lonely. Draco has detention again and I can't find my cat," she explained and Angelina laughed.
"Well, I hate to tell you this, but Tescos here has proven that cats aren't much company either," she said and Hermione laughed. "Won't you stay a while? I'd love to hear more about your handsome young mister," she then asked, looking down the hall as if Draco were coming around the corner. Hermione smiled.
"I'd love to. The only real feminine contact I've had in four months is Pomfrey, McGonagall, and through letters," Hermione agreed and sat down on the floor opposite the woman's painting.
The two began talking, mostly about Draco, and bonded quickly. Angelina told Hermione about her secret crush on Mr. VanRosner and Hermione promised not to tell anyone. It was as if they were two twelve year olds at a slumber party.
This was how Draco found them two hours later; Hermione lying on the floor with her eyes closed, still fiddling his rose, and Angelina, sitting in her throne chair and gabbing. As he approached, Draco thought he could hear voices, then two girls giggling. He walked stealthily down the hall, a finger to his lips to request no noise from Angelina. She mimicked him in understanding and Draco crept up to Hermione, who was obliviant and jabbering on about a book she'd read that was similar to Angelina's most recent story.
Draco got down on his hands and knees and crawled over to Hermione. He placed a hand over her mouth and she stopped talking, making a peep of surprise and popping her eyes open to see Draco's upside-down and smirking face.
"Do you ever shut up?" he asked good naturedly. Hermione smiled below his palm and Draco removed it, replacing it with his lips in a kinky backwards kiss. It was interesting to say the least.
"Well, hello to you too," she said smartly and Draco laughed.
"Hi. What are you doing, Mia?" he asked and Hermione smiled.
"Well, I WAS carrying on a conversation until you interrupted me, Ace," she said and sat up, then she extended her hand, indicating the portrait. "This is Angelina Walters; Narcissa's babysitter."
"Oh," Draco said and turned to the woman. "Pleasure," he said with a curt nod and Angelina smiled.
"It's nice to finally meet you, Mr. Malfoy," she said and Draco smiled.
"Call me Draco," he insisted and Angelina nodded. The three conversed for only about a half an hour more before Draco and Hermione decided to retire to the common room. The two promptly went to bed, briefly discussing Draco's detention. It had been much more enjoyable; he was sent to pay the house elves, brought a bucket of rocks to McGonagall, having no clue what they were for, and spent the rest of his time cleaning the paintings in and around the great hall with a paint renewal potion.
It wasn't so bad with so many people to talk to, although it was rather time consuming. When Dumbledore let him go at ten, Draco was no where near finished, but the headmaster insisted he resume the next night and get some sleep.
Hermione was happy for Draco, but very tired indeed; it had been a long day. She fell asleep without him noticing, listening to Draco jabbering about a man who continuously complained of streaks on his world-view window.
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Everyday until Christmas Eve went much the same. Hermione had wanted to accompany Draco to his detentions, but he insisted that she stay and have more fun with Angelina. Hermione agreed, remembering how good it felt to see him again after being deprived for a few hours. Draco walked with Hermione to Angelina's portrait, kissed her goodbye, and left her to giggle and chat with her friend.
He would serve his detention, mostly cleaning paintings, then would return and steal Hermione away to the common room. Both agreed that it wasn't so bad; Hermione had someone to share estrogen related problems with and Draco didn't have to spend a thousand hours with Snape.
The night of December twenty third, Draco was cleaning a painting outside the transfiguration classroom when Dumbledore approached him.
"Hello Professor. I'm almost finished here; do you have another assignment for me?" Draco asked with a weary smile and Dumbledore ginned.
"One could say such," he said and held out an envelope to Draco. "I'd like you to go to Hogsmeade for me, Mr. Malfoy. I have a list of items here, as well as enough galleons to cover it. Please bring them with you when you report for detention tomorrow," Dumbledore said and Draco nodded.
"Of course, Professor. What shall I do now?" he asked, slipping the list into his back pocket.
"I do believe there is a young lady waiting for you this evening? Once you are finished with this painting, you may be dismissed," Dumbledore said and smiled as Draco confusedly looked to his watch.
"But it's only eight thirty," he said, sounding a little surprised. Dumbledore nodded.
"Yes, I know, Mr. Malfoy. I will see you tomorrow evening," he said and turned away.
"Thank you, Professor," he said to the receding back of Dumbledore, then turned back to his half clean landscape. "Hm," he said, raising his eyebrows in surprise, then finished with his chore.
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"Draco, you're early," Hermione said from the floor of the hall as Draco walked toward her.
"Is that a problem?" he asked with a smirk, knowing by her ecstatic smile that she had no problem with it whatsoever. Hermione stood and giggled as he came up and kissed her.
"Nope, no problem," she said with a smile. "But really, did you run away? Probably not 0the best idea," she smirked, placing her hands on his shoulders, and Angelina laughed. Draco smiled and kissed her again.
"No, he actually let me go. That guy's insane; not even Hagrid would let someone off with only an hour and a half," Draco said, looking a bit disbelieving.
"Maybe he feels sorry for you, dear. You've been working every night for almost a week without complaint. Dumbledore is one to take mercy on people," Angelina suggested and Draco turned to her. He shrugged a shoulder and looked back to Hermione with a devious smile.
"As long as it gets me out of detention," he said a bit huskily and Hermione giggled, then kissed him again.
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Draco and Hermione talked with Angelina for just over an hour before heading for the common room. After some rather intense snogging, the couple went to bed. Since neither were very tired, Draco and Hermione simply lounged together, talking and kissing as the fire died down.
"Did we think of anything to do on Christmas, Mia?" Draco asked, kissing Hermione's neck as she lay on her back beside him.
"No, not really, unless you have something in mind," she said calmly, hands folded on her abdomen.
"Hm," Draco mumbled, continuing to kiss her. "Oh yeah; we have to go to Hogsmeade tomorrow," he said and Hermione smiled.
"Why?" she asked suspiciously and Draco smirked.
"Because Dumbledore told me to," he answered and she laughed.
"Good reason."
"Yeah, I thought so," he agreed. "Except the last time I went, I got a week's worth of detention and had to spend almost twenty hours away from you."
"Don't worry; if you get any more, I'll just do something really bad and get one too," Hermione said and Draco snorted. "What?"
"Has ANYone other than Snape EVER given you detention?" he asked and Hermione turned to him slightly.
"Yes; McGonagall. Remember the baby dragon incident in first year in which you, just being you, tattled and landed us all a nice little walk in the forest?" she said smartly and Draco chuckled again.
"Yeah, I remember that," he said, smiling.
"God, you were such a wimp. You practically begged Hagrid for that ruddy dog to come along with you," she joked, smirking.
"I won't deny that. I was a spoiled and neglected little pussy pre-teen. And just so you know, Fang was more afraid than I was," Draco said and Hermione laughed. Draco kissed her and she smiled, her eyes closed.
"I think it's time for me to get gorgeous again," she said dreamily and he kissed her once more.
"Be my guest, love," he agreed and she happily sighed, taking his advice.
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When Draco awoke the next morning, he opened his eyes to see a very intimidating pair of yellow ones staring back at him. He jumped a little and heard Hermione giggle. Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Draco glared at the cat which sat arrogantly on his girlfriend's lap.
"You think that's funny do you?" he asked, rubbing an eye and looking up at Hermione. She nodded, stroking the large orange feline.
"Quite," she agreed.
"Mia, I think your cat has it in for me," he said, not taking his eyes off the intruder.
"No he doesn't, do you Crookshanks?" she asked in a baby voice, scratching behind the tabby cat's ear. Crookshanks tilted his head upward and closed his eyes innocently. "No, of course not." Draco just shook his head at her. Then, he pricked up an eyebrow.
"Wait, why is it even in here? It's never come in our room before," he asked and Hermione smiled.
"He must be warming up to you. We had a talk about him barricading himself in my room all the time, didn't we?" she asked the cat, who flicked his tail. "Yes, and I said to be more affectionate. As we've established many times, no one can say no to me, can they?" she said, still looking at the cat. Then, she turned to Draco with a smile. "Crookshanks is no exception."
"You had a talk with a cat, that cat of all cats, and it listened to you?" Draco asked with a smirk and Hermione nodded.
"Of course. Crookshanks loves me, don't you? Yes you do," she cooed and Draco laughed.
"Right," he said, nodding his head.
"Don't worry, Draco. He loves you too, don't you, Crookshanks?" The cat opened its eyes and glared at Draco, then cocked open his mouth and attempted to be intimidating, showing his fangs. Draco laughed, although a little nervously.
"Yes, Mia. That's love if I ever saw it," he joked and Hermione pursed her lips together.
"Alright," she agreed. "Maybe love was too strong a word. I'm very disappointed in you, Crookshanks. If you can't play nice, then you're going to have to leave," she said, taking her hands away from the fuzz ball and pointing her left arm toward the door. "Go on now, shoo!" she said and the cat reluctantly got up. He stretched lazily on the bed, then, making sure to walk hardly, made his way across Draco's stomach and jumped down to the floor.
"Ow," Draco grumbled, rubbing gingerly at the spot where the cat had just stepped. Hermione laughed. "I don't get you, Mia. First you have a talk with your cat about being nice to me, then you laugh when I wake up to the face of a professional rodent hit-man, then you yell at the thing for not playing nice, and now you're laughing because it's given me internal bleeding. Whose side are you on, anyway?" he asked and Hermione laughed, then rolled onto her side and moved down to give him a kiss.
"I don't take sides," she said and Draco snorted.
"Of course you don't, Hermione," he said and rolled his eyes, still smiling.
"Nope, I'm neutral; like Switzerland," she continued, smiling.
"Actually, I don't think Switzerland ever threatened to slap me when Potter fell of his broom and Slytherin won the last game they've ever won in third year," he reminded her and Hermione laughed.
"You know, I've always thought you pushed him," she smirked. Draco sighed.
"Yes, Mia. I frequently push unsuspecting people from brooms hundreds of feet from the ground just so I can win something I never wanted or expected to win anyway," he said sarcastically. Hermione shrugged a shoulder and smirked.
"Hey, you never know," she said and gave him another kiss. "Now that YOU are finally awake," Hermione started, poking him in the chest. "I'm getting up," she said and Draco tried to look innocent.
"Sorry, love, but you could have gotten up whenever you wanted to," he said, smiling and looking the exact opposite of guilty.
"Right, and you wouldn't have freaked out?" Hermione inquired, raising an eyebrow. Draco, still looking childlike, shook his head.
"No. I wouldn't really have worried unless I got up and couldn't find you," he told her and Hermione kissed him, hard.
"Thank you," she said, then waited a moment before rolling out of bed and heading for the common room.
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After breakfast, Draco reluctantly mentioned Dumbledore's request and Hermione all but dragged him to the town. The head couple had forgotten the date and unanticipated the number of people frantically searching for last minute gifts and Christmas necessities. As they made it to the gate, Draco finally noticed the crowd.
"Oh... my... god," he said, eyes wide with shock and fear. Hermione looked up at him, then followed his gaze to the noisy town streets before she burst out laughing. "Hermione, this is NOT funny. Look at all those people! This will take forever," he complained, but Hermione continued to laugh. Looking at her, Draco cracked a smile. "Okay, maybe it's a little funny," he gave in and she nodded. Giving her a quick kiss, Draco sighed and took her hand. "Come on love; let's get this over with," he said and she nodded, following him into the town.
"You DID bring the list, right?" she asked, holding tight to Draco's hand as they squeezed through the crowd. Draco stopped and pulled her close to him so as not to lose her in the chaos as he let go of her hand.
"Of course," he said and took it from his back pocket. He smiled as he read through the list. "Thank God. Everything on here is from Honeyduke's, with the exception of twenty pairs of socks, which means we go see Herm, then Evan, then we leave. We'll be out of here in half an hour," he said happily, smiling at Hermione.
"Um, I don't know about that, Ace," she said with a frown and pointed over his shoulder. Draco looked confused and suspicious, then cautiously turned around.
"Bloody hell!" he exclaimed as he saw amount of witches and wizards waiting to get into Honeyduke's. Not only was the store jam packed with people, but they formed a three person wide line which extended for at least a block. Hermione laughed at his gaping face.
"It IS Christmas Eve, Ace," she reminded him.
"Yeah, but that's ridiculous," he said, pointing. Hermione took his hand and smiled as he turned to her.
"Let's go see Evan; maybe the line will be shorter when we come back," she suggested and Draco nodded. Hermione turned with a smile and began pulling Draco toward the clothing shop.
As they entered, it was obvious that they would not be seeing Evan, as an old man sat snoozing behind the counter. Whether this was good or bad, Draco didn't know, but Hermione didn't seem to notice. She let go of his hand as soon as they entered the near deserted store and walked directly to the rows of sock filled shelves. She began to browse through, Draco following but not looking very interested, and picked two styles that she found suiting. Hermione then picked ten of each; one with green and blue checkers, the other with yellow and red stripes. Draco looked at her with a hiked eyebrow and Hermione smiled.
"They're obviously for the house elves. This way they can each have one of each and all have the same socks; they don't like it when their footwear matches. And look; house colors," she explained and Draco kissed her quickly.
"Whatever you want, Mia. Too bad Evan isn't here; I would have liked for you to meet Corsica," Draco teased with a smirk as they walked up to the counter.
"Assuming they're together, I bet Evan is doing something a little more romantic than sock shopping for house elves," she told him and Draco shrugged a little guiltily.
"Oh, is Mione having trouble with her love life?" Ron asked from her other side with a smirk. She rolled her eyes and sighed.
"Well Ron, I don't believe my love life is any of your buis- wait," Hermione said, snapping her head toward him. "Where the hell did you come from?"
"Touch-y," she heard Draco mutter and Ron snicker, but ignored them.
"Well?"
"I apparated, Mione. I thought this store would be empty, but low and behold, here you are, standing right next to me. And yes, I can. That's what I did with my summer vacation," he explained and Hermione smirked.
"I'm impressed, Ron. I thought you'd have spent it eating and sleeping," she joked and he shrugged. "But really, didn't Molly ever tell you that it's impolite to apparate into a group of people and throw yourself into conversation?"
"Probably couldn't hear her over the continuous crunching and snoring," Draco boldly joked, managing to make his comment sound wittier than it really was. All three were silent for a moment, then Ron started to laugh. Hermione eagerly joined in and soon, Draco found himself chuckling a bit as well. The trio purchased their socks, then Hermione turned and smiled at Ron.
"Next stop: Honeyduke's; care to tag along?" Hermione asked and Ron laughed.
"Honeyduke's, are you kidding? Have you SEEN that LINE? Whatever it is, it can't be THAT important... unless... Mione, it's not your stash again, is it? That's definitely important enough," Ron said and Draco picked up an eyebrow while Hermione shook her head.
"No, but we don't have a choice; Headmaster's orders," she explained and Ron nodded.
"Ouch; that's rough. As much as I'd LOVE to come ho, I'm afraid I have an engagement I'm already a tad bit late for. I suppose I'll see you both in a week or so?" he asked as they exited the doors. Hermione nodded.
"Of course," she said and kissed his cheek. "Happy Christmas, Ron," she said and he smiled.
"Same to you, Mione, Draco," he said, nodding to each. Hermione smiled and turned to walk away. "Hey," Ron said, tapping Draco's arm before he left. Draco turned to him, looking confused. "Word of warning from Harry and me; deprive her of stash, your vitals will crash," he said, then made a slitting motion across his neck with his index finger. Draco nodded.
"Good to know; thanks Ron," he said and Ron nodded, winked at Hermione (who was standing a few feet away, looking suspicious) then turned and left. Draco returned to the side of his incredulous Gryffindor with a smile.
"What did he say?" she asked, but Draco simply shook his head.
"Nothing. I guess we're last in line, are we?" he asked, pointing. The line had, if anything, gotten longer. "Great plan, Mia," Draco said, somewhat sarcastically.
"Didn't see you disagreeing," she retorted with a smirk and led Draco to the end of the line.
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It took an unbelievable amount of time to make it through the line, and even longer to get from the door to the counter. Herm was looking very stressed and the two teenage helpers behind him seemed to be running themselves ragged.
"Look," Hermione said with a giggle, getting Draco's attention and pointing. "It's Evan." Draco looked at the boy who was taking change from an elderly woman and began a nod, then looked to the girl who came up beside Evan with a box for the customer and smirked.
"And Corsica," he informed her and Hermione automatically snapped her head toward the girl with a slight fire in her eyes. Draco casually put his arm around her, his hand on her hip, and she relaxed.
"Alright; sock shopping or candy shoveling, which is more romantic?" she asked with a smile and took a tiny step closer to her boyfriend. Draco laughed and kissed her head.
"I don't think I'm the best person to ask, Mia," he said and she smiled.
It was late afternoon by the time the couple got their turn; they had been waiting in line for over three hours.
"Finally!" Hermione said as the robust woman in front of her moved down the line.
"Hermione! It's nice to have at least one customer who won't be cussin' me out for the wait, here. What can I get for you?" Herm said with a smile, but his features told of his fatigue. Hermione gave him the list.
"I have a list from Dumbledore. Don't be so sure about me not complaining, Herm; we've been waiting since twelve thirty," she exclaimed good naturedly and Herm nodded as he filled her order.
"I know. Sorry about that; busiest day of the year, you know. Had to recruit me nephew and his lass to help me out, here," he told them and both Draco and Hermione smiled.
"Evan is your nephew?" Draco asked and Herm smiled proudly.
"Ay, and Cors'ca me neice-in-law, if there is such a 'ting. Here we are. Anythin' else, Hermione?" he said, pushing a bad of goodies toward them.
"Actually, could you add a box of sorted Bertie Bott's to that as well?" Hermione asked and Herm nodded, then retrieved the box.
"You're no fun, Mione. What's the point if there's no surprise?" Hermione shook her head and gave Herm all the money in Dumbledore's envelope, as well as a sickle from her sachet for her jellybeans. "Happy Christmas, both of you," Herm said and waved them off, taking the order of the next customer.
Once outside, Hermione and Draco hurried away from the crowd.
"Uh! It's like I haven't breathed in three hours!" Hermione exclaimed, taking deep breaths. Draco smirked.
"Is someone claustrophobic?" he teased and Hermione laughed.
"No, but I'm tricadecaphobic," she told him and Draco chuckled.
"Aren't we all?" he joked. Hermione smiled and drew out her wand. She took her purchased beans from the candy bag, then pointed her wand and the sock sack and confection carrier. With a flick, the bags disappeared. "Where did you put them?" Draco asked, putting his arm around her shoulders as she put away her wand.
"My room," she said, then began to open her jelly beans.
"If I find so much as one orange hair in that bag, I'm throwing your cat off the balcony," he warned and Hermione shrugged.
"He'll land on his feet. What flavor should I pick?" she asked as she succeeded in breaking the seal.
"Grass," Draco said with a smirk, "Or sand. I've always found sand to have an interesting texture, but grass is definitely my favorite." Hermione seemed to ignore him and tore open the box with a smile.
"Chocolate," she said and the empty box filled with little brown beans. Draco shook his head at her.
"Herm's right, Mia. You ARE no fun," he pouted and Hermione rolled her eyes while she popped a bean in her mouth.
"Who in their right mind would enjoy an entire box of grass beans?" she asked and Draco smirked, then shrugged his shoulders.
"A ferret?" he suggested and Hermione immediately began to giggle. Draco smiled at the sound. **Life mission: completed,** he thought and kissed her.
"Let's go for a walk; I need to get my legs working again," she suggested and Draco smiled.
"Sure," he agreed and began to lead her to the gates. The two spent the rest of the afternoon walking around the grounds and snacking on their Bertie Bott's. As five thirty rolled around, Draco suggested they go inside and have dinner before he left for detention.
A/N Yep, that's it. Wouldn't that stink? A whole day wasted in line for stuff you don't even get to eat? Yeah... anyway, what shall this evening bring? And what about Christmas? Will Snape ruin that as well? We'll find out, I suppose....**laughs evilly** (Do you suppose she's a mwahaha, or a bwahaha?)
Note: I've read a lot of fanfics in which the HP people are polytheistic (usually with Greek gods such as Zeus and Athena), and I don't know if that's like a popular thing in England or whatever, but doesn't the fact that they celebrate Christmas make them Christians? Or at least a majority of the school, like take mine: there are a few Jewish people and a few who celebrate Kwanza, but a majority of the student body is Christian or Catholic. Just a thought. Correct me if I'm wrong, though.
Title: Romeo and Juliet once again... right before Romeo goes to the Apothecary to buy poison. If anyone's seen the movie version where Juliet is played by somebody or other Hussey, don't you agree that that scene should have been put in? Not killing Paris was fine, because all he was doing there was trying to be a Necrophiliac, but who walks around with deadly poison in their pocket? Seriously?
PRF:
Iris: Lol, updating everyday... yeah, right... haha. And that's one of those things that like, you know isn't happening, but you wonder if maybe... like, you're walking down the hall and you're thinking... I wonder if any of these people know that I just bit my tongue really hard... how embarrassing... haha. Yeah, I'd hate it if people could read my mind too...
Lirawen: Okay, as for the name Thisbe... I don't know who this Gangora is, but she does not own that name. I do not own that name either. It was taken from the Mythological tale of Pyramus and Thisbe... you know, the one where they're from rivaling families and they can't be together but they're in love so they decide to meet one night and Thisbe's there, but she's scared away by a lion and drops her cloak and the lion tears it up, then Pyramus finds it and thinks she was killed, so he kills himself, then she comes back and kills herself. Kind of like Romeo and Juliet, really. My point? I DIDN'T STEAL THAT NAME FROM...WHOEVER THE HELL YOU ACCUSED ME OF STEALING IT FROM! Oh, and about over praising? Everyone who writes or reads (well, not EVERYone, but most people) fan fiction are girls ranging from 10-16. At this age, actual criticism can be taken too hard, and permanently scar the development of these children. By over praising them, we give them the confidence to continue writing, and by continuing to write, they will ultimately get better at what they do. Telling a little kid that their poem is good when it doesn't even make sense is not going to make them think that everything they ever do is wonderful, it just makes them feel good enough to write another poem. This is why most fan fic reviews say things like 'Good job!' and 'Keep writing!' because those are the kinds of things that build confidence. People like you, although you are trying to help, are the people that break the little writers. You're attempting to pick the rose before it blooms. Do you see what I'm saying here? I do see your point, don't get me wrong, and I hope you see mine.
Carla: I don't know, I haven't and probably won't specify Draco's birthday... but it has to be before November... I'm thinking maybe October or something... yeah.
Tom Felton's Babe: I think it would be cliquey if I somehow made Draco able to read Hermione's thoughts now... but thanx for the input. Good luck on becoming an ex- evil slut... haha
Prantis: Hopefully, yes! More soon!
Malfoy: I was sick when I wrote about her being cold, lol, that's why she was cold... and yes, at least she's warm again! Go Mia!
Heather: You found me through SlytherinGirl? Wow! She's awesome... her story rocks! And the mermaids RULE!
Erilyn Rose: Hehe, thanx! I try!
Starry Skies: What can I say? I don't like Snape. At all. Not even a teeny bit. The only story I've portrayed him as a good guy in is the one where I killed Draco... you can see how messed up that story is from those few last words.... haha
Silver Dragon Goddess: Wow, the fact that you've put me on your favorites after only reading the first chapter makes me a little confused. That chapter sucked ass. I appreciate it, though... lol.
Nikki: Thanx, and yeah... I like that book.
Dark Vampire: Yeah, I wanted him to lose his temper a teeny bit, and so there he goes. He felt bad about it afterward! And Snape is a JURK.
