Chapter 08
A/N: I would like to apologize for everything lately. I've been sick in bed for a week or so and I've not found the time to type this up between schoolwork and helping out with the idiots I call friend's problems. I do hope you enjoy!
Legal stuffs/disclaimer: I own Kai. Other than that, I own nothing.
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It had been a month now since Draco and Hermione had started dancing together. They took ballroom dancing lessons and Hermione took some modern dance lessons, trying to form the perfect freestyle routine.
It'd come down to this, this final tournament before they both went back to school and back to being enemies. they had to come in first, they just knew they had to. Their friendship had evolved into something wonderful.something meaningful. They were closer than they were with the majority of their friends.
Hermione felt safe in Draco's arms as they improved while playing. She never would have thought that she and he would ever think alike-but they do.
Kai watched from behind, smiling knowingly at the one he considered his little sister and her partner dance. He knew from the start that they would end up together.
Draco twirled his partner without thinking so she could reach back and hit the pad with her hand and flipped her. It still amazed him, as he sure it did Hermione, how much they could predict what the other was going to do. They received many complaints that what they do is not 'freestyling' because they supposedly practice routines. When those people find out it's all improv, they are amazed. It would hurt Draco when they had to go back to school and back to 'hating' each other, he knew it so.
As the song ended, the two stepped off the pad to let the next in the line play and headed off towards the food court of the mall. As usual, Hermione got a milkshake and Draco had a tea. They sat at the same table in silence.
"It will be scary, Mione," Draco said without looking up from his cup.
"I know," she replied sadly with a small sigh and a glance at the platinum blonde.
"I don't want to be your enemy."
"Then don't be," Hermione said rather bluntly.
"How will we announce this new alliance? 'Oh, by the way guys, Hermione and I are now freestyle partners! So, we're going to spend a lot of time together and be mates.'"
"Never hurts to try." A shrug and small giggle escaped the brunette. Draco never noticed, but her hair had straightened out a bit and it hung to the small of her back.
A stray pigeon that had gotten itself locked inside the mall came down to their table to munch off of crumbs left behind by previous mall goers that had sat at the table.
The two watched it as it hopped around the table, ignoring them. The little white bird hopped onto Draco's hand and scuttled its way up to his shoulder. Beginning to nuzzle the back of Draco's ear, the bird became bored and flew away.
Hermione began to giggle as she watched an oblivious Draco sip his tea.
"What are you laughing at, Woman?" Draco said hotly.
"Why, sir, I do believe that bird has left a token of it's gratitude on your finely pressed shirt," Hermione said, trying not to giggle more.
"What do you mean, Mione?" Draco said, his nose scrunching up in that way it did when he was confused.
"The bird crapped on you, dork," Hermione said, looking at Draco like he were stupid.
"Gya!" he exclaimed as he attempted to wipe it off.
"Come on, we'll go get your stuff and head back to my place. I'll wash your clothes. Besides, I think you and my dad are the same size," Hermione stated as she stood and threw away her empty cup.
"Where's your house again?" Draco said, standing and wiping off bird poo at the same time.
"Two blocks away or so. Give or take."
"Good. I feel stupid walking around with pigeon poo on my shirt. I really liked this shirt, too," Draco pouted as they headed out the doors and onto the sidewalk.
As they came closer to the house, Hermione rummaged around her purse for her keys and attempted to pull them out-not so gracefully as she had hoped.
Of course, the Ever Lazy Draco just laughed as she knelt down and picked her things off the ground.
"Why, Hermione, if I knew you cherished me that much." Draco didn't even bother to finish the sentence as he looked down at her hunched form.
"Oh, shove it, Draco."
"What are you going to do? Smack me upside the head? That is, if you could reach my head."
"Why you!"
Hermione began to chase Draco the rest of the way to the house. When she caught up with him, she found she couldn't stop herself and she ran into him, knocking him over in the process.
Lying on top of Draco, Hermione flushed a light pink as she stood up and brushed herself off. Draco continued to lie there. She ignored him and went to unlock the door.
"Get up, you lazy bum, door is unlocked." Hermione placed the key on the rack next to the door and held out her hand for Draco's shirt.
When the shirt was not in her hands, she glanced back at him only to find she was getting a weird look.
"Why are you holding your hand out?" Draco said dumbly.
"Give me your shirt."
"Oh."
Draco removed his shirt and handed to her as she walked into the wash room and threw it in with a load that needed to be done as well.
"Draco, it will be a while before your shirt is done, put this one on instead." She reached down and picked up a clean shirt out of the dryer and handed it to him.
"Thanks," Draco said thankfully and put the rather tight shirt on.
"Well. it looks like it fits," Hermione said while chewing on her lower lip.
"Yeah, thanks, Herm," Draco said sarcastically as he flopped down on the couch and lay back, kicking off his shoes.
Hermione sat on the edge of the couch and tuned on the television.
Draco kept looking at Hermione's profile. How could they have ever been enemies in the first place? She was everything he had ever wanted in a girl, he realized. Smart, sarcastic short. Draco also came to realize a lot of things he liked in girls started with the letter 's,' but dismissed that stray and bizarre thought.
Hermione could feel Draco's eyes staring at her. She wondered why and stole a small glance at him. She couldn't turn away. The two were on the couch, staring at each other. Neither noticed what the television was saying and they didn't care. They were locked in a small void of their own.
"Hermione." Draco began.
"I." Hermione tried to say.
The two didn't need words to say what they meant to. They both wanted more than anything than to be with the other.
Gently, Draco sat up and pulled Hermione closer to him. Their lips locked as she leaned forward slightly.
The best feeling Hermione felt was in that one kiss. She poured her heart into it as she felt Draco doing the same. Everything: life, hopes, dreams, fears and joy were all in their single kiss. They stayed like that for what seemed to be eternity.
Hermione was on top of Draco again by this point. He held her lightly in his arms at their kiss deepened. That's all they needed. A kiss. Nothing more, nothing less. Draco knew they didn't need anything more than their kiss to make the other realize their love for them. That's what this wonderful feeling inside of Draco was-love.
A/N: I would like to apologize for everything lately. I've been sick in bed for a week or so and I've not found the time to type this up between schoolwork and helping out with the idiots I call friend's problems. I do hope you enjoy!
Legal stuffs/disclaimer: I own Kai. Other than that, I own nothing.
~~!!~~!!~`
It had been a month now since Draco and Hermione had started dancing together. They took ballroom dancing lessons and Hermione took some modern dance lessons, trying to form the perfect freestyle routine.
It'd come down to this, this final tournament before they both went back to school and back to being enemies. they had to come in first, they just knew they had to. Their friendship had evolved into something wonderful.something meaningful. They were closer than they were with the majority of their friends.
Hermione felt safe in Draco's arms as they improved while playing. She never would have thought that she and he would ever think alike-but they do.
Kai watched from behind, smiling knowingly at the one he considered his little sister and her partner dance. He knew from the start that they would end up together.
Draco twirled his partner without thinking so she could reach back and hit the pad with her hand and flipped her. It still amazed him, as he sure it did Hermione, how much they could predict what the other was going to do. They received many complaints that what they do is not 'freestyling' because they supposedly practice routines. When those people find out it's all improv, they are amazed. It would hurt Draco when they had to go back to school and back to 'hating' each other, he knew it so.
As the song ended, the two stepped off the pad to let the next in the line play and headed off towards the food court of the mall. As usual, Hermione got a milkshake and Draco had a tea. They sat at the same table in silence.
"It will be scary, Mione," Draco said without looking up from his cup.
"I know," she replied sadly with a small sigh and a glance at the platinum blonde.
"I don't want to be your enemy."
"Then don't be," Hermione said rather bluntly.
"How will we announce this new alliance? 'Oh, by the way guys, Hermione and I are now freestyle partners! So, we're going to spend a lot of time together and be mates.'"
"Never hurts to try." A shrug and small giggle escaped the brunette. Draco never noticed, but her hair had straightened out a bit and it hung to the small of her back.
A stray pigeon that had gotten itself locked inside the mall came down to their table to munch off of crumbs left behind by previous mall goers that had sat at the table.
The two watched it as it hopped around the table, ignoring them. The little white bird hopped onto Draco's hand and scuttled its way up to his shoulder. Beginning to nuzzle the back of Draco's ear, the bird became bored and flew away.
Hermione began to giggle as she watched an oblivious Draco sip his tea.
"What are you laughing at, Woman?" Draco said hotly.
"Why, sir, I do believe that bird has left a token of it's gratitude on your finely pressed shirt," Hermione said, trying not to giggle more.
"What do you mean, Mione?" Draco said, his nose scrunching up in that way it did when he was confused.
"The bird crapped on you, dork," Hermione said, looking at Draco like he were stupid.
"Gya!" he exclaimed as he attempted to wipe it off.
"Come on, we'll go get your stuff and head back to my place. I'll wash your clothes. Besides, I think you and my dad are the same size," Hermione stated as she stood and threw away her empty cup.
"Where's your house again?" Draco said, standing and wiping off bird poo at the same time.
"Two blocks away or so. Give or take."
"Good. I feel stupid walking around with pigeon poo on my shirt. I really liked this shirt, too," Draco pouted as they headed out the doors and onto the sidewalk.
As they came closer to the house, Hermione rummaged around her purse for her keys and attempted to pull them out-not so gracefully as she had hoped.
Of course, the Ever Lazy Draco just laughed as she knelt down and picked her things off the ground.
"Why, Hermione, if I knew you cherished me that much." Draco didn't even bother to finish the sentence as he looked down at her hunched form.
"Oh, shove it, Draco."
"What are you going to do? Smack me upside the head? That is, if you could reach my head."
"Why you!"
Hermione began to chase Draco the rest of the way to the house. When she caught up with him, she found she couldn't stop herself and she ran into him, knocking him over in the process.
Lying on top of Draco, Hermione flushed a light pink as she stood up and brushed herself off. Draco continued to lie there. She ignored him and went to unlock the door.
"Get up, you lazy bum, door is unlocked." Hermione placed the key on the rack next to the door and held out her hand for Draco's shirt.
When the shirt was not in her hands, she glanced back at him only to find she was getting a weird look.
"Why are you holding your hand out?" Draco said dumbly.
"Give me your shirt."
"Oh."
Draco removed his shirt and handed to her as she walked into the wash room and threw it in with a load that needed to be done as well.
"Draco, it will be a while before your shirt is done, put this one on instead." She reached down and picked up a clean shirt out of the dryer and handed it to him.
"Thanks," Draco said thankfully and put the rather tight shirt on.
"Well. it looks like it fits," Hermione said while chewing on her lower lip.
"Yeah, thanks, Herm," Draco said sarcastically as he flopped down on the couch and lay back, kicking off his shoes.
Hermione sat on the edge of the couch and tuned on the television.
Draco kept looking at Hermione's profile. How could they have ever been enemies in the first place? She was everything he had ever wanted in a girl, he realized. Smart, sarcastic short. Draco also came to realize a lot of things he liked in girls started with the letter 's,' but dismissed that stray and bizarre thought.
Hermione could feel Draco's eyes staring at her. She wondered why and stole a small glance at him. She couldn't turn away. The two were on the couch, staring at each other. Neither noticed what the television was saying and they didn't care. They were locked in a small void of their own.
"Hermione." Draco began.
"I." Hermione tried to say.
The two didn't need words to say what they meant to. They both wanted more than anything than to be with the other.
Gently, Draco sat up and pulled Hermione closer to him. Their lips locked as she leaned forward slightly.
The best feeling Hermione felt was in that one kiss. She poured her heart into it as she felt Draco doing the same. Everything: life, hopes, dreams, fears and joy were all in their single kiss. They stayed like that for what seemed to be eternity.
Hermione was on top of Draco again by this point. He held her lightly in his arms at their kiss deepened. That's all they needed. A kiss. Nothing more, nothing less. Draco knew they didn't need anything more than their kiss to make the other realize their love for them. That's what this wonderful feeling inside of Draco was-love.
