Chapter 6 apologizing: OK, OK! I know I've been a bit negligent of my
duties as an authuress. Gomen, minna-san! I promise to try and get more
out! ^^; Really I will! See, I'm working on this part! See! Work work work
work!
Disclaimer: I own not Harry Potter nor do I own any Benimani. They belong to their respected owners, whom I worship for their work. I have no money, also, so don't even /try/ to sue me.
CHAPTER SIX:
"Ugh," Draco grunted as he thumped down onto the padded seats of the booth in the small café that Hermione decided she wanted to stop at.
Apparently, she knew some people who worked there and wanted to visit them.
'Probably to show off the good looking guy-friend she has,' Draco thought to himself, a sly grin on his face. That's when he mentally slapped himself. 'Guy-friend? Who ever said we were friends? She's just helping me learn to dance.'
"Hermione, why have we been going to clubs all night, I don't see the connection between clubbing and freestyle," he looked at her and ordered her to answer him with his eyes.
She merely shrugged and smiled knowingly at him. "If you want to learn to freestyle, you've first got to learn to dance," Hermione laughed at him silently, her body shaking with the effort not to bark a laugh at him in his face.
"I can dance!" Draco said defensively.
"No you can't! I've been dancing with you all night!" Hermione shot back. "You couldn't dance if your life depended on it. I am not going to allow my partner to look like a fool on the pads."
Hermione's face went blank at the realization of what she said.
"/Your partner/?" Draco arched a gleaming eyebrow. "Since when have I been /your partner/?"
"Don't be silly!" Hermione said, trying to seem like she had not been in the wrong. "You just don't ask someone to teach you to freestyle."
"How do you know that?" Draco's eyebrow didn't seem like it could go any higher than it already was at that moment.
"You just don't, okay!" Hermione was sputtering now.
Then, Draco did the unthinkable and laughed. When Hermione looked back on it later, she realized that had been the first time she heard him laugh. That harsh, bitter laugh that was meant to be fond. It, of course, made her frown even more. Then, realizing why he was laughing joined in with him.
The waitress had been standing there for a while now; watching the two laugh like it had been the first time they'd laughed in their whole lives. She was ready to run, but, hey, a tip is a tip.
"Ahem." She cleared her throat and adjusted the apron at her waist. "May I please take your orders?"
"Huh?" Draco stopped laughing about as abruptly as it had come. "I'll have a latte, if you don't mind. A biscotti too?" The waitress quickly jotted down the order and turned to Hermione.
".for you Miss?"
"Oh, I'll have. hum." Hermione put her finger to her lips in thought. "I'll just have a French Vanilla, please. Oh, and one of your blueberry scones!"
Writing down the order, the waitress chuckled and went off to get their drinks and snacks.
"Anyway, Hermione, why are we here?" Draco said, now looking at the lady across from him. She wasn't 'Hermione, the Boy-Who-Annoyed-Draco-Constantly-Yes-You-Are- Speaking-In-Third-Person-Draco's best friend.' She was now 'Hermione the wonderful person who is teaching him how to dance.' Hermione, the true Hermione came out while she played DDR. The way she acted here and at school was like night and day. The show she put on for those at school was really quite amazing.
".and it's cozy, too. Don't you think so?" Hermione had finished, pulling Draco out of his thoughts.
"Yes. Very cozy, indeed. Thank you for taking me out tonight, by the way. Even if you /are/ Boy Wonder and his sidekick Wonder-Junior's best friend," he said with his trademarked smirk.
"It's good to be out on the town while single, you know," Hermione stated rather wistfully. She sobered some, "Not like you would know, of course. You've always got Pansy on you."
"Do not mention that.that. that thing, that poor excuse for life!" Draco visibly cringed at the thought of the other body that had seemed to grow attached to his arm.
"Yea, I know what you mean," Hermione teased. "We in Gryfindor don't know what she is either."
Draco started chuckling as the waitress from before brought them their coffees and food.
After a while of silence, Hermione started humming 'I'm in the Mood for Dancing.' It soon broke into singing the short little ditty.
Tapping his foot, Draco sang along softly with her.
She looked up at him, warm hazelnut eyes glowing with warmth and happiness as she sung along with him. Once the song ended between them, she looked down at her scone and took off a piece.
"Draco," she asked hesitantly. "Why do you play?"
He knew this question was going to come along sooner or later. It wasn't every day that a pureblooded, wealthy wizard comes into a Muggle video arcade to play some silly Muggle dancing game.
"To relax," Draco replied simply. It was the truth. He wasn't about to tell her the other reason was to watch everyone do different routines.
"I see." Hermione nodded more to herself than anything as she took a sip of her still-hot coffee. "Where do you want to go next?"
"I'm not sure," Draco said, a bit startled. "You're supposed to be the one showing /me/ around."
"Yes, but I just want to know if there was any place you wanted to go before we headed back to the arcade to get your things."
"We're going back?" he could feel his eyes dilate. "I don't feel like going home."
"There's nothing more to do. I planned on going raving tonight, but I couldn't get tickets."
"Aren't those /illegal/?" Draco was in shock. Ms. Goody-two-shoes did something illegal?
"Only if you take 'E'," she told him as casually as if raves were an everyday occurrence.
"I see."
"We could always go to Kei's house. He won't mind much, I'm sure. He likes teaching people tricks," Hermione's eyes took on a mischievous twinkle as Draco agreed, eager to do anything that involved home.
Disclaimer: I own not Harry Potter nor do I own any Benimani. They belong to their respected owners, whom I worship for their work. I have no money, also, so don't even /try/ to sue me.
CHAPTER SIX:
"Ugh," Draco grunted as he thumped down onto the padded seats of the booth in the small café that Hermione decided she wanted to stop at.
Apparently, she knew some people who worked there and wanted to visit them.
'Probably to show off the good looking guy-friend she has,' Draco thought to himself, a sly grin on his face. That's when he mentally slapped himself. 'Guy-friend? Who ever said we were friends? She's just helping me learn to dance.'
"Hermione, why have we been going to clubs all night, I don't see the connection between clubbing and freestyle," he looked at her and ordered her to answer him with his eyes.
She merely shrugged and smiled knowingly at him. "If you want to learn to freestyle, you've first got to learn to dance," Hermione laughed at him silently, her body shaking with the effort not to bark a laugh at him in his face.
"I can dance!" Draco said defensively.
"No you can't! I've been dancing with you all night!" Hermione shot back. "You couldn't dance if your life depended on it. I am not going to allow my partner to look like a fool on the pads."
Hermione's face went blank at the realization of what she said.
"/Your partner/?" Draco arched a gleaming eyebrow. "Since when have I been /your partner/?"
"Don't be silly!" Hermione said, trying to seem like she had not been in the wrong. "You just don't ask someone to teach you to freestyle."
"How do you know that?" Draco's eyebrow didn't seem like it could go any higher than it already was at that moment.
"You just don't, okay!" Hermione was sputtering now.
Then, Draco did the unthinkable and laughed. When Hermione looked back on it later, she realized that had been the first time she heard him laugh. That harsh, bitter laugh that was meant to be fond. It, of course, made her frown even more. Then, realizing why he was laughing joined in with him.
The waitress had been standing there for a while now; watching the two laugh like it had been the first time they'd laughed in their whole lives. She was ready to run, but, hey, a tip is a tip.
"Ahem." She cleared her throat and adjusted the apron at her waist. "May I please take your orders?"
"Huh?" Draco stopped laughing about as abruptly as it had come. "I'll have a latte, if you don't mind. A biscotti too?" The waitress quickly jotted down the order and turned to Hermione.
".for you Miss?"
"Oh, I'll have. hum." Hermione put her finger to her lips in thought. "I'll just have a French Vanilla, please. Oh, and one of your blueberry scones!"
Writing down the order, the waitress chuckled and went off to get their drinks and snacks.
"Anyway, Hermione, why are we here?" Draco said, now looking at the lady across from him. She wasn't 'Hermione, the Boy-Who-Annoyed-Draco-Constantly-Yes-You-Are- Speaking-In-Third-Person-Draco's best friend.' She was now 'Hermione the wonderful person who is teaching him how to dance.' Hermione, the true Hermione came out while she played DDR. The way she acted here and at school was like night and day. The show she put on for those at school was really quite amazing.
".and it's cozy, too. Don't you think so?" Hermione had finished, pulling Draco out of his thoughts.
"Yes. Very cozy, indeed. Thank you for taking me out tonight, by the way. Even if you /are/ Boy Wonder and his sidekick Wonder-Junior's best friend," he said with his trademarked smirk.
"It's good to be out on the town while single, you know," Hermione stated rather wistfully. She sobered some, "Not like you would know, of course. You've always got Pansy on you."
"Do not mention that.that. that thing, that poor excuse for life!" Draco visibly cringed at the thought of the other body that had seemed to grow attached to his arm.
"Yea, I know what you mean," Hermione teased. "We in Gryfindor don't know what she is either."
Draco started chuckling as the waitress from before brought them their coffees and food.
After a while of silence, Hermione started humming 'I'm in the Mood for Dancing.' It soon broke into singing the short little ditty.
Tapping his foot, Draco sang along softly with her.
She looked up at him, warm hazelnut eyes glowing with warmth and happiness as she sung along with him. Once the song ended between them, she looked down at her scone and took off a piece.
"Draco," she asked hesitantly. "Why do you play?"
He knew this question was going to come along sooner or later. It wasn't every day that a pureblooded, wealthy wizard comes into a Muggle video arcade to play some silly Muggle dancing game.
"To relax," Draco replied simply. It was the truth. He wasn't about to tell her the other reason was to watch everyone do different routines.
"I see." Hermione nodded more to herself than anything as she took a sip of her still-hot coffee. "Where do you want to go next?"
"I'm not sure," Draco said, a bit startled. "You're supposed to be the one showing /me/ around."
"Yes, but I just want to know if there was any place you wanted to go before we headed back to the arcade to get your things."
"We're going back?" he could feel his eyes dilate. "I don't feel like going home."
"There's nothing more to do. I planned on going raving tonight, but I couldn't get tickets."
"Aren't those /illegal/?" Draco was in shock. Ms. Goody-two-shoes did something illegal?
"Only if you take 'E'," she told him as casually as if raves were an everyday occurrence.
"I see."
"We could always go to Kei's house. He won't mind much, I'm sure. He likes teaching people tricks," Hermione's eyes took on a mischievous twinkle as Draco agreed, eager to do anything that involved home.
