NOTE: I do now own any of these characters, Harry Potter = Miz Rowling. Moulin Rouge = 2oth Century Fox. [damn them]
Okay so my last few chapters hvnt been too great. i'm finding it hard to find inspiration now that im being run over by the mad tracter called school, so please bear with thy while I get to writing longer, and better chapters. This chapters definally long, just kinda run-onish. Mind you, I suck big arse at writing.
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Hermione woke up, finding Draco's arms still clutching her middrift. his pale hands resting on her leg. His hands had become some of an obsession to Hermione, she loved the touch, the feel, the smell and even the taste of them. His fingers were pale and elegant.
*He must play piano* Hermione thought, putting her hand ontop of his. Hermione was jelious, green with envy.
*I've played piano for 1o years and my hands are still ugly and fat* she said, looking down at her own fingers. She wrinkled her mouth in disgust and continued to admire Draco's well manacured hands. His nails were long and perfectly shapped, as if he tended to them daily. They had a subtile shine and were colored light pink. Hermione swooned at them, lifting his hands lightly off her leg and kissed his finger tips softly, his hand suddenly wrapped around Hermione's, signaling he was awake. He kissed the back of her neck and mummbled good morning, oviously still sleepy, he pulled himself up, his hair crooked and messy. Hermione laughed at his childish expression. The tough Draco Malfoy she knew was gone. She could never look at him again the way she had before. His hair was parted, half sticking in odd directions, another half covering his eyes. Hermione turned onto her stomach and leaned on Draco's chest, an elbow on eitherside of his well tonned abs.
"What time is it?" he grumbled, pushing his blond locks back.
"Almost 1o, we better get going. Hogsmeade today."
"Oh..right...*yawn* Hogsmeade. Whats your favorite color?"
"Why?"
"Just wondering.."
Hermione raised her eyebrow, " Dont you even think about getting me anything expensive Mr. Draco Malfoy."
"And what if I am Miss Granger? What are you going to do, spank me?" he grinned.
"If I have to, I will!" she laughed.
"Please!!" he begged, giving her the biggest puppy eyes she had ever seen, one that even surpassed Ron's.
"Oh fine!" she rolled her eyes, " Blue and purple!!"
"Oooo okay. Now common, we have to go before people get suspicious" he said, lightly sliding her off, getting up himself.
"Fine" she pouted and headed towards her own room. They met in their Common Room 1o minutes later, bundeled in jackets and scarfs. They looked more like marshmellows than people.
"You go first." said Draco. Hermione nodded, pecked him on his cheek and disappeared out the door. Draco waited 5 minutes before rushing out himself.
*How the hell am I suppose to walk with all these cloaks and crap? I cant believe I let Hermione talk me into wearing all this. It cant be that cold outside*
"Drakie!! Drakkkie!!!!" came a voice, one so high-pictched the beautiful stained-glass windows began to shake and quiver.
"Oh god, It's Pancy..."
"Drakie-poo!!" Pancy jumped into his arms, wrapping her hands around his neck and rubbing her head against his chest, causing lots of static. Draco wrinkled his nose in disgust.
*She smells like peanuts....* he thought, trying to hold his breath.
"Let's go shopping together!" she whinned, linking her arm's with his. She rubbed her head against his sholder, as if she was some homeless hungry stray cat.
"Yah..sure whatever" he mummbled, walking with her down the hall and into the cold bitter winter air. Everyone was bundled up like eskimo's, sitting in carrages. Waiting to be taken to the wizard wonderland, Hogsmeade. Draco walked past Hermione, who was chatting with Ron and Harry. Ron's nose had gone so red, it was as if he was a clown, or if he had a very bad pimple. Harry's scarf was wrapped so tightly around his face, all you could see was his scar and his eyes. It made Draco laugh, how stupid 'Potty' and 'Weasel' looked, but couldnt say the same about Hermione. Her entire face had turn a light shade of pink. Draco stared at her from his seat, ignoring the babble Pancy was whispering into his ear. Hermione's face was covered with a layer of shimmer and shine, her eyes seemed to sparkle with every blink. Her lips were glossy, Draco had an urge just to run up to her and kiss those lips. Draco was staring at Hermione in a stupid gaze, all he could hear was himself thinking.
Suddenly the carrage lurched forward. Draco fell flat on his face from the sudden movement. He didnt know what hit him, he was staring at Hermione running around, having a snowball fight with her friends, then he was staring down at the cold, wet ground. Pancy shreeked, watching her love lying on the ground, not moving. Harry and Ron were laughing their heads off, pointing and gasping for air. Hermione just smiled, giggling at him. Draco sat up, patting the snow out of his clothes and hair and got up.
"Shut it Weasly, at least I dont look like I have a horrible boil on my nose. And Potter, you look stupider than usual with you scarf. Cant you be a man and embrace the cold? Oviously not!" Draco yelled, getting onto another carriage with Blaise, who was busy sticking his tongue down a Ravenclaw's girl's throat.
"Stupid bastard, I'd love to strangle his scrawny pale neck one day!" Ron cursed, grabbing a handful of snow and chucking it randomly.
"OUCH!" someone yelled in pain.
"OH God! Sorry Neville!" Ron said, rushing after his friend who was shocked, stunned and rubbing his head.
"Finally Ron left!" Harry said quietly.
"What do you mean Harry?"
"I wanted to talk to you about something, but I couldn't very well do it with Ron around."
"Well, what is it?" They continued to walk towards another carriage.
"What do you want for Christmas?"
"Oh Harry, anything would be fine" she smiled, looking up at his green eyes.
"Because, well, I want this present to mean something from deep in my heart" Harry grabbed Hermione's hand and placed it on his chest where his heart was thumping violently. Hermione looked up and stared deep into Harry's green eyes, lost in the emerald colors. Harry stared down at Hermione's pink face and smiled, her very touch made his heart soar. Her hand lay on his chest for a while, she was speachless. Still lost in thought. Finally she pulled away and stared down at her feet.
"Oh Harry, anything you think is fit will be grand. Now common, we should get going!" Hermione ran and sat herself down. Ron and Harry soon joined her. With a sudden lurch, their carriage was off, making tracks in the beautiful white snow.
Hogsmeade was any wizard's wonderland. The town was filled sweets, fun, and entertainment. The stores were bussling with people, all finishing Christmas shopping.
"Where are we off to first?" Harry yelled, the crowd was very noisy.
"Sweets!" Ron screamed.
"Off we go then!!" Hermione yelled back. The three of them squeazed there way into Honeydukes.
"I have a bloody long list, and half the gold the buy them" said Ron, digging through his pockets.
Hermione was busy grabbing chocolates and checking people off a small piece of parchment she held in her hands. *Okay, now all I need is Harry, Dad, and Draco* Hermione thought, walking towards the cash registar and paying for her large amount of chocolates and other candys. Ron followed her, his hands holding a mountain of sweets. Harry held a few boxes of Every Flavored Beans. After 2o minutes, they three of them came out with brown bags, happy and satisfied. Ron ripped open a Chocolate Frog and began knawing on its head.
"Now where? I still have to get Fred and George stuff, oh and Percey" Ron mummbled, spitting out bits of his chocolate.
"Zonko's then?" Harry suggested.
"Sure!" Ron said happily, shoving the remainders of the frog into his mouth.
"Bloody Brilliant!" Ron yelled, running over to Harry with a quill clutched in his clammy hands. "Look!! It's called the 'Important Signature Quill' you can only use it to sign inportant documents. And once you write with it, it spits acid ink all over, causing it to eat through the parchement. I'm SOO buying this for Percey!"
"Ron your evil!" Harry laughed, putting down a bag of stink bombs.
"I still dont know what to get Fred and George, they can make better stuff than this themselves" Ron wrinkled his nose. "I got Bill and Charle some of those points at stinkbombs and chocolate, they said they miss that stuff the most. I bought Ginny a candy ring, and mum and dad multi-colored ink. I think I'm done"
"Great! I dont like this place, I have a feeling some stupid gits are planning my doom." Hermione cringed.
"Hold on, I need something for Neville." Harry ran his finger along the shelves and pulled a bag of brightly colored balloons. "Alright, lets go!"
Draco followed Pancy around, trying to block out her annoying voice with his own thoughts. The stores at Hogsmeade didnt appeal to Draco, *Hermione would never want something like this* The afternoon was slowly disapearing, and he still hadn't found anything for her.
"Drakkie, let's go for some butterbeer!!" Pancy cooed, tugging on Draco's arm.
"Sure...you're paying" he mummbled.
"Fine!" she said, pulling him forward. Suddenly, a small shop caught Draco's eye.
"No..no stop" he yelled, Pancy turned around and stared at him oddly. "You go on, I...I have to go look at something.."
"Are you going to go find a present for me Drakkie????" she squealed.
"Yeah....sure why not..yah...I'll meet you later..."
"Okay Drakkie-poo" she giggled and skiped off.
*Finally some peace and quiet!!! Now where the hell was that store?* Draco walked into the dark alley way, it creeped him out slightly, but also reminded him of home. Malfoy Mannor was dark and dimly lit, even in broad daylight. His father had thick dark green curtains around the entire house. Thats what made them so pale, lack of sunlight.
"Welcome to Enchated Way, the only place for magical things with meaning." said a voice, an old witch appeared from the shadows.
"What do you mean?" Draco stuttered, a bit shocked.
"Don't be shocked dear boy, everything sold at Enchanted Way has a history, a reason why it was created. Everything here is quite old and possess magic, not very well known." he witched, smiled, tightening the shawl around her sholders. "Take a look, my boy, I'm sure something here is to your taste."
"Umm..okay, thank you" Draco replied, starting to scan his grey eyes across the statues of famous wizards and witchs. *She probably wouldnt want a statue of Dumbledore...*
The store seemed to start as a small stall in the streets, but was acturally deep underground, intangled between other shop's cellars. The air became damp, the room smelled like earth. Draco figured he was somewhere underground, but continued to look at the delicate things hung on the wall. He traced his fingers along a human skull, a large gash across its right eye socket. His eyes darted across the room and landed on a small glass showcase, its contents glowly brightly. He walked towards it, intrigued. Like a moth to a light in the dark of night.
Draco stared at the two bottles that lay inside, in a sleepish daze. It was as if they were made for Hermione and him, like how destiny brought them together, destiny created them.
"How..how much ?" Draco pointed.
"5o galleons, that is a very old, very spechial item you have there."
"Does it have a history?"
"Of corse, everything has a history. These pendents we're created 1ooo years ago, by a witch and a wizard. The story is much like Romeo and Juliet, they we're from different sides of the world, brought together by love. The world seemed to be against these two young ones. They would meet each night in secret, risking there lives just to be with one another. One day, the boy's father found out about them and decided to move away for 'his sake'. The boy went to his royal jeweler, and asked him to create two pendents, in the shape of bottles. And asked him to fill them with jewels. Thousands of tiny jewels, so small they seemed like shards. He boy gave it to the girl, their last night together and told her that as long as she wore that necklace, she would know that he loved her. Even across the sea, his love for her would never die. He told her ' With every shard in this bottle, is a reason why I love you. A reason matching a shard. Never forget my love for you.' It's a very tragic and touching love story. One of my favorites" the witch smiled. [I know how corny does the story sound? It's orginally in Chinese so I tried my best to translate. I altered it a bit..the orginal story had something to do with a rose. Beats the hell out of me]
A long silence.
"I'll take it." Draco decided finally.
The witch handed Draco a small brown bag that he swiftly stuck into his robes. "Thank you ma'am" he mummbled, exiting the store.
"No, boy, thank you. Come again. Enchanted Way waits for your return"
Draco walked about 50 feet when he heard a click from behind, whirling around. He noticed that the alley in which he just came out of was gone, a brick wall in its place. Dumb-founded, Draco shrugged and went to the Three broomsticks.
The inn was very warm and cozy, a large fire crackled in the back. Pancy was sitting in the corner on a couch with her friend and Blaise, who was now wrapping his arms around a blond-haired girl from Hufflepuff.
"Oh Drakkie your back! she squealed, throwing herself at Draco. "What did you get me!?"
"You'll find out soon enough" he lied, pushing her off. He had never bought Pancy anything. He just gave her some random thing that was lying around his room. Last year, he gave her half of his morning beagle and she still kept it on a shielf in her room. *Pathetic woman* he often tought.
Draco took a seat in the large red couch next to Blaise, who was now frenching with the girl. He lifted his hand up and waved. Draco snorted as he continued to kiss the girl. Pancy stuck both her hands high up and pretended to yawn. She suddenly leaned forward and fell ontop of Draco, her hands wrapped behind his head. Pancy nuzzled her nose against his chin, rubbing her legs against his. "What does my Drakkie-poo want for Christmas?" she purred, flicking her tongue after each word.
"Umm...errr...I dunno.......guhhhhh" Pancy began sucking on his neck. Draco let out a long deep groan and closed his eyes. He had to admit, Pancy wasnt always completly useless, she was quite good at giving hickeys
Ring Ring The bells above the door jingled, signaling new cousterms. Draco opened his eyes as Pancy lifted her head up from his neck. He touched his neck, he knew he had sensitive skin, Draco was positive Pancy had left her mark.
"Stupid Mudblood, stopped me from pleasing my Drakkie-pooo" she spat and began glaring at the three people who entered the tavern. Hermione was shaking the snow flakes out of her hair and stomping the snow from her boots, Harry and Ron doing the same.
"I'll go get some butterbeer" R0n said, steping down and pushing his way towards the counter.
"I see some couchs by the fireplace Mione" Harry said, walking forward. Hermione followed, scanning the bar. She smiled at Draco who smiled back, Hermione saw Pancy sitting on his lap, with her one arm behind his neck and giving her dirty looks. Herm turned away and continued to walk with Harry.
"Finally, Mudbloods gone. Shall we continue?" Pancy tilted her head and began kissing Draco's neck. Hermione turned around and glanced once more at Draco, her eyes widened at the sight of Pancy, with her whole body sprawled ontop of Draco's. Their eyes met again.
"Oh crap! Pancy get off, go screw yourself. I have better things to do" he snapped, rubbing the back of his neck nerviously as he exited the bar.
"Whats gotten into him Pancy?" asked Blaise who was now sitting alone.
"What happened to your Huffy-hoe?" Pancy snapped, a bit pissed off that Draco left her again.
"She went to talk to her boyfriend, he saw us."
"Blaise, dont you ever feel bad that you're the one who breaks half the couples at Hogwarts?"
"Hey, dont put it that way, it's not my fault they come to me because Draco there turns them all down. I pick up his leftover's really. They go to him for sex, he turns them down, they walk out disoppointed and I pick up the pieces."
"Yah well thats because Draco's mine" she said defensivly.
"Okay Pancy, okay" Blaise chuckled, " Now if'll excuse me, I see my next victim" Blaise walked over to a Gryffindor girl with long black hair, sitting in the corner crying. He soon walked out of the bar with his hand on her arse.
Hermione sat back in her chair and sighed, greatfully taking the butterbeer Ron handed to her. She took 3 large swigs and placed the empty bottle on the coffe table.
"Bloody hell Mione, that was fast!" Ron laughed, taking a swig himself.
"Stupid bitch.." she grunted, "He's mine, what the fuck does she think shes doing!"
"Wow! Mione's got some potty mouth there." Harry laughed, placing his bottle up to his lips.
"What? Oh err...I'll be right back, I'm gonna go buy some more." She came back, levitating 5 large mugs, drinking them all.
"Mione, mate, you gotta stop. Harry and I might not be able to bring you back all drunk and crap." Ron laughed.
"Too....too late" she sputtered, leaning forward and crashing onto the coffee table, the bottle of Butterbeer in her hands spilling over the carpet.
"Shit! Is she dead??"
"No Ron, she's not DEAD, she's just drunk, I guess we have to call it in early. We can't leave her like this. "
"Your right Harry, back to Hogwarts we go. Whose gonna carry her? Not me mate, I have a girlfriend. "
"Ron, your just lazy."
"That too"
"Fine, I'll do it." Harry held Hermione waist and threw her arms around his neck, staggering out of the Three Broomsticks.
"Draco..beer..Pancy..kiss" Hermione mummbled.
"What is she talking about Harry?"
"I have no clue Ron, best we get her lying down soon. "
"So were are we going to take Mione here." Ron patted Hermione's head.
"To her room..isnt that a bit ovious now?"
"Well, yea just how in Merlin's name are we going to get in? Has Mione by chance give you her password?" Ron said doubtingly. [is that a word? I'm sure not..haha oh well =P]
"No..I guess we could ask Malfoy."
"Malfoy!" Ron said in an outrage, "Malfoy? Are we talking about the same bloody git?"
"Yes."
"Harry! You know Malfoy, he'd probably do some low-life thing to her. "
"No Ron, he wouldn't" said Harry simply.
"What do you mean no?" Ron said bitterly.
"You know Malfoy as well as I do, he wont touch her. If you've forgotten. He hates muggle-borns. Probably wouldnt want to get his unnaturally pale hands 'dirty'" Harry explained.
"Fine Harry, whatever." Ron gave in and knocked on Draco's door. "Hope we interrupt on him and his pug"
Harry gave a small chuckle, and placed Hermione on the floor. Ron looked at him.
"She's heavier than she seems Ron."
"Bloody hell, whats the bastard doing?"
"Knock again Ron." Ron lifted his hand up and made a knocking movement. Harry watched, half snickering to himself. Draco batted Ron's hand away and rubbed his forehead where Ron so harshly knocked.
"Watch it Weasly" he snapped, "What do you two want?"
"What took you so long?" Ron sneered.
"If you havn't noticed, I was taking a shower. " Draco rubbed his towel on his head, beads of water still streaming down his chest. "Now why the hell did you come?"
Hermione groaned, moving from her sitting position to kneeling on her knees. She grabbed her stomach and emptied it all across the marble floor. Harry and Ron tunred around, Draco poked his head out to take a look.
Suddenly Draco grabbed Ron's colar and began shaking him violently. "What the hell happened to her! Weasly!! TELL ME!!"
Harry took out his wand and pointed it at Draco's head. " Watch it Malfoy, and why do you care about Mione? Isnt she a 'filthy little mudblood'?" Ron and Harry both looked at Draco oddly. Draco cleared his throat and let go of Ron.
"Nothing, never mind. Anyhow, what happened to her?"
"She had a bit too much to drink, now Malfoy if you dont mind. We'd just like to bring her to her room, your bathrooms connect right?"
"Through my bathroom? Fine whatever Potty, Weasly."
"Thanks Malfoy" Ron said sarcasticly.
"Not a problem, I wonder if this will count as charity."
"Shut it." Harry snapped, as he and Ron heaved Hermione into Draco's room. About 10 minutes later, Ron and Harry staggered out of Hermione's room, breath-less.
"Mate your right, Hermione's a bit heavier than I imagined. "
"I'm sure you imagine her alot Ron" Harry joked. Ron turned red and flashed Harry a galre.
Draco poked his head out of his door and watched as Harry and Ron made there way down the staircase.
*Damn their slow at walking* Draco skulked. When Harry and Ron's footsteps no longer echoed through the hall, Draco made a mad dash to Hermione's room. His heart bouncing inside his ribs, his hands clammy and his head filled with questions. He burst throught he door, where he found Hermione sleeping soundly on her bed.
Suddenly it seemed as if his heart settled down, he let out a sign of relief and sat down on her bed, pulling her into his arms. Hermione groaned a little, leaning her head against his sholder. Draco smiled weakly and wrapped his arms around her tighter. [guhh Romantic Draco. We dont see him much..]
Hermione awoke, her eyes squinting, trying to see her surroundings. It was pitch black, only the blood red numbers on her alarm clock and the reflection of moonlight on the snow could be seen.
"Merlin's robes, my head hurts so much" she moaned, rubbing her forehead. Draco's head was drooping to his left, his mouth open, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth. Hermione looked at him and couldnt help but giggle to herself.
*Ugh, I feel like I got run over my a truck* she leaned back against Draco's arm, she wormed her arm under his, tracing her fingers along his pale skin.Her fingers ran against lumps on his skin, goosebumps.
*Oh God, he must be cold! [wa ha ha i just love describing Draco!!] Hermione sat up and washed her eyes over his body. He was sitting in just his boxers in the dead of winter. She was glad he hadn't died yet!
"Gosh Draco, sometimes you can be the most caring sweet guy in the world. Other times, your still the same stupid git I fell in love with" she laughed, tugging on her quilt underneith Draco. He made a whinning sound and fell ontop of her pillows.
"No mummy! I dont want to be potty trained!" he mummbled, curling his body up and kicking his feet slightly. Hermione bit her hand, trying not to burst out in laughter. Hermione tucked Draco and herself under the large red quilt and nuzzled herself inside the crook of his neck, drifting back to sleep.
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damn damn damn, i told myself not to write a fluffy chapter, but i did. yes another sucky chapter to add to my sucky story. review and tell me how much it sucked.
Okay so my last few chapters hvnt been too great. i'm finding it hard to find inspiration now that im being run over by the mad tracter called school, so please bear with thy while I get to writing longer, and better chapters. This chapters definally long, just kinda run-onish. Mind you, I suck big arse at writing.
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Hermione woke up, finding Draco's arms still clutching her middrift. his pale hands resting on her leg. His hands had become some of an obsession to Hermione, she loved the touch, the feel, the smell and even the taste of them. His fingers were pale and elegant.
*He must play piano* Hermione thought, putting her hand ontop of his. Hermione was jelious, green with envy.
*I've played piano for 1o years and my hands are still ugly and fat* she said, looking down at her own fingers. She wrinkled her mouth in disgust and continued to admire Draco's well manacured hands. His nails were long and perfectly shapped, as if he tended to them daily. They had a subtile shine and were colored light pink. Hermione swooned at them, lifting his hands lightly off her leg and kissed his finger tips softly, his hand suddenly wrapped around Hermione's, signaling he was awake. He kissed the back of her neck and mummbled good morning, oviously still sleepy, he pulled himself up, his hair crooked and messy. Hermione laughed at his childish expression. The tough Draco Malfoy she knew was gone. She could never look at him again the way she had before. His hair was parted, half sticking in odd directions, another half covering his eyes. Hermione turned onto her stomach and leaned on Draco's chest, an elbow on eitherside of his well tonned abs.
"What time is it?" he grumbled, pushing his blond locks back.
"Almost 1o, we better get going. Hogsmeade today."
"Oh..right...*yawn* Hogsmeade. Whats your favorite color?"
"Why?"
"Just wondering.."
Hermione raised her eyebrow, " Dont you even think about getting me anything expensive Mr. Draco Malfoy."
"And what if I am Miss Granger? What are you going to do, spank me?" he grinned.
"If I have to, I will!" she laughed.
"Please!!" he begged, giving her the biggest puppy eyes she had ever seen, one that even surpassed Ron's.
"Oh fine!" she rolled her eyes, " Blue and purple!!"
"Oooo okay. Now common, we have to go before people get suspicious" he said, lightly sliding her off, getting up himself.
"Fine" she pouted and headed towards her own room. They met in their Common Room 1o minutes later, bundeled in jackets and scarfs. They looked more like marshmellows than people.
"You go first." said Draco. Hermione nodded, pecked him on his cheek and disappeared out the door. Draco waited 5 minutes before rushing out himself.
*How the hell am I suppose to walk with all these cloaks and crap? I cant believe I let Hermione talk me into wearing all this. It cant be that cold outside*
"Drakie!! Drakkkie!!!!" came a voice, one so high-pictched the beautiful stained-glass windows began to shake and quiver.
"Oh god, It's Pancy..."
"Drakie-poo!!" Pancy jumped into his arms, wrapping her hands around his neck and rubbing her head against his chest, causing lots of static. Draco wrinkled his nose in disgust.
*She smells like peanuts....* he thought, trying to hold his breath.
"Let's go shopping together!" she whinned, linking her arm's with his. She rubbed her head against his sholder, as if she was some homeless hungry stray cat.
"Yah..sure whatever" he mummbled, walking with her down the hall and into the cold bitter winter air. Everyone was bundled up like eskimo's, sitting in carrages. Waiting to be taken to the wizard wonderland, Hogsmeade. Draco walked past Hermione, who was chatting with Ron and Harry. Ron's nose had gone so red, it was as if he was a clown, or if he had a very bad pimple. Harry's scarf was wrapped so tightly around his face, all you could see was his scar and his eyes. It made Draco laugh, how stupid 'Potty' and 'Weasel' looked, but couldnt say the same about Hermione. Her entire face had turn a light shade of pink. Draco stared at her from his seat, ignoring the babble Pancy was whispering into his ear. Hermione's face was covered with a layer of shimmer and shine, her eyes seemed to sparkle with every blink. Her lips were glossy, Draco had an urge just to run up to her and kiss those lips. Draco was staring at Hermione in a stupid gaze, all he could hear was himself thinking.
Suddenly the carrage lurched forward. Draco fell flat on his face from the sudden movement. He didnt know what hit him, he was staring at Hermione running around, having a snowball fight with her friends, then he was staring down at the cold, wet ground. Pancy shreeked, watching her love lying on the ground, not moving. Harry and Ron were laughing their heads off, pointing and gasping for air. Hermione just smiled, giggling at him. Draco sat up, patting the snow out of his clothes and hair and got up.
"Shut it Weasly, at least I dont look like I have a horrible boil on my nose. And Potter, you look stupider than usual with you scarf. Cant you be a man and embrace the cold? Oviously not!" Draco yelled, getting onto another carriage with Blaise, who was busy sticking his tongue down a Ravenclaw's girl's throat.
"Stupid bastard, I'd love to strangle his scrawny pale neck one day!" Ron cursed, grabbing a handful of snow and chucking it randomly.
"OUCH!" someone yelled in pain.
"OH God! Sorry Neville!" Ron said, rushing after his friend who was shocked, stunned and rubbing his head.
"Finally Ron left!" Harry said quietly.
"What do you mean Harry?"
"I wanted to talk to you about something, but I couldn't very well do it with Ron around."
"Well, what is it?" They continued to walk towards another carriage.
"What do you want for Christmas?"
"Oh Harry, anything would be fine" she smiled, looking up at his green eyes.
"Because, well, I want this present to mean something from deep in my heart" Harry grabbed Hermione's hand and placed it on his chest where his heart was thumping violently. Hermione looked up and stared deep into Harry's green eyes, lost in the emerald colors. Harry stared down at Hermione's pink face and smiled, her very touch made his heart soar. Her hand lay on his chest for a while, she was speachless. Still lost in thought. Finally she pulled away and stared down at her feet.
"Oh Harry, anything you think is fit will be grand. Now common, we should get going!" Hermione ran and sat herself down. Ron and Harry soon joined her. With a sudden lurch, their carriage was off, making tracks in the beautiful white snow.
Hogsmeade was any wizard's wonderland. The town was filled sweets, fun, and entertainment. The stores were bussling with people, all finishing Christmas shopping.
"Where are we off to first?" Harry yelled, the crowd was very noisy.
"Sweets!" Ron screamed.
"Off we go then!!" Hermione yelled back. The three of them squeazed there way into Honeydukes.
"I have a bloody long list, and half the gold the buy them" said Ron, digging through his pockets.
Hermione was busy grabbing chocolates and checking people off a small piece of parchment she held in her hands. *Okay, now all I need is Harry, Dad, and Draco* Hermione thought, walking towards the cash registar and paying for her large amount of chocolates and other candys. Ron followed her, his hands holding a mountain of sweets. Harry held a few boxes of Every Flavored Beans. After 2o minutes, they three of them came out with brown bags, happy and satisfied. Ron ripped open a Chocolate Frog and began knawing on its head.
"Now where? I still have to get Fred and George stuff, oh and Percey" Ron mummbled, spitting out bits of his chocolate.
"Zonko's then?" Harry suggested.
"Sure!" Ron said happily, shoving the remainders of the frog into his mouth.
"Bloody Brilliant!" Ron yelled, running over to Harry with a quill clutched in his clammy hands. "Look!! It's called the 'Important Signature Quill' you can only use it to sign inportant documents. And once you write with it, it spits acid ink all over, causing it to eat through the parchement. I'm SOO buying this for Percey!"
"Ron your evil!" Harry laughed, putting down a bag of stink bombs.
"I still dont know what to get Fred and George, they can make better stuff than this themselves" Ron wrinkled his nose. "I got Bill and Charle some of those points at stinkbombs and chocolate, they said they miss that stuff the most. I bought Ginny a candy ring, and mum and dad multi-colored ink. I think I'm done"
"Great! I dont like this place, I have a feeling some stupid gits are planning my doom." Hermione cringed.
"Hold on, I need something for Neville." Harry ran his finger along the shelves and pulled a bag of brightly colored balloons. "Alright, lets go!"
Draco followed Pancy around, trying to block out her annoying voice with his own thoughts. The stores at Hogsmeade didnt appeal to Draco, *Hermione would never want something like this* The afternoon was slowly disapearing, and he still hadn't found anything for her.
"Drakkie, let's go for some butterbeer!!" Pancy cooed, tugging on Draco's arm.
"Sure...you're paying" he mummbled.
"Fine!" she said, pulling him forward. Suddenly, a small shop caught Draco's eye.
"No..no stop" he yelled, Pancy turned around and stared at him oddly. "You go on, I...I have to go look at something.."
"Are you going to go find a present for me Drakkie????" she squealed.
"Yeah....sure why not..yah...I'll meet you later..."
"Okay Drakkie-poo" she giggled and skiped off.
*Finally some peace and quiet!!! Now where the hell was that store?* Draco walked into the dark alley way, it creeped him out slightly, but also reminded him of home. Malfoy Mannor was dark and dimly lit, even in broad daylight. His father had thick dark green curtains around the entire house. Thats what made them so pale, lack of sunlight.
"Welcome to Enchated Way, the only place for magical things with meaning." said a voice, an old witch appeared from the shadows.
"What do you mean?" Draco stuttered, a bit shocked.
"Don't be shocked dear boy, everything sold at Enchanted Way has a history, a reason why it was created. Everything here is quite old and possess magic, not very well known." he witched, smiled, tightening the shawl around her sholders. "Take a look, my boy, I'm sure something here is to your taste."
"Umm..okay, thank you" Draco replied, starting to scan his grey eyes across the statues of famous wizards and witchs. *She probably wouldnt want a statue of Dumbledore...*
The store seemed to start as a small stall in the streets, but was acturally deep underground, intangled between other shop's cellars. The air became damp, the room smelled like earth. Draco figured he was somewhere underground, but continued to look at the delicate things hung on the wall. He traced his fingers along a human skull, a large gash across its right eye socket. His eyes darted across the room and landed on a small glass showcase, its contents glowly brightly. He walked towards it, intrigued. Like a moth to a light in the dark of night.
Draco stared at the two bottles that lay inside, in a sleepish daze. It was as if they were made for Hermione and him, like how destiny brought them together, destiny created them.
"How..how much ?" Draco pointed.
"5o galleons, that is a very old, very spechial item you have there."
"Does it have a history?"
"Of corse, everything has a history. These pendents we're created 1ooo years ago, by a witch and a wizard. The story is much like Romeo and Juliet, they we're from different sides of the world, brought together by love. The world seemed to be against these two young ones. They would meet each night in secret, risking there lives just to be with one another. One day, the boy's father found out about them and decided to move away for 'his sake'. The boy went to his royal jeweler, and asked him to create two pendents, in the shape of bottles. And asked him to fill them with jewels. Thousands of tiny jewels, so small they seemed like shards. He boy gave it to the girl, their last night together and told her that as long as she wore that necklace, she would know that he loved her. Even across the sea, his love for her would never die. He told her ' With every shard in this bottle, is a reason why I love you. A reason matching a shard. Never forget my love for you.' It's a very tragic and touching love story. One of my favorites" the witch smiled. [I know how corny does the story sound? It's orginally in Chinese so I tried my best to translate. I altered it a bit..the orginal story had something to do with a rose. Beats the hell out of me]
A long silence.
"I'll take it." Draco decided finally.
The witch handed Draco a small brown bag that he swiftly stuck into his robes. "Thank you ma'am" he mummbled, exiting the store.
"No, boy, thank you. Come again. Enchanted Way waits for your return"
Draco walked about 50 feet when he heard a click from behind, whirling around. He noticed that the alley in which he just came out of was gone, a brick wall in its place. Dumb-founded, Draco shrugged and went to the Three broomsticks.
The inn was very warm and cozy, a large fire crackled in the back. Pancy was sitting in the corner on a couch with her friend and Blaise, who was now wrapping his arms around a blond-haired girl from Hufflepuff.
"Oh Drakkie your back! she squealed, throwing herself at Draco. "What did you get me!?"
"You'll find out soon enough" he lied, pushing her off. He had never bought Pancy anything. He just gave her some random thing that was lying around his room. Last year, he gave her half of his morning beagle and she still kept it on a shielf in her room. *Pathetic woman* he often tought.
Draco took a seat in the large red couch next to Blaise, who was now frenching with the girl. He lifted his hand up and waved. Draco snorted as he continued to kiss the girl. Pancy stuck both her hands high up and pretended to yawn. She suddenly leaned forward and fell ontop of Draco, her hands wrapped behind his head. Pancy nuzzled her nose against his chin, rubbing her legs against his. "What does my Drakkie-poo want for Christmas?" she purred, flicking her tongue after each word.
"Umm...errr...I dunno.......guhhhhh" Pancy began sucking on his neck. Draco let out a long deep groan and closed his eyes. He had to admit, Pancy wasnt always completly useless, she was quite good at giving hickeys
Ring Ring The bells above the door jingled, signaling new cousterms. Draco opened his eyes as Pancy lifted her head up from his neck. He touched his neck, he knew he had sensitive skin, Draco was positive Pancy had left her mark.
"Stupid Mudblood, stopped me from pleasing my Drakkie-pooo" she spat and began glaring at the three people who entered the tavern. Hermione was shaking the snow flakes out of her hair and stomping the snow from her boots, Harry and Ron doing the same.
"I'll go get some butterbeer" R0n said, steping down and pushing his way towards the counter.
"I see some couchs by the fireplace Mione" Harry said, walking forward. Hermione followed, scanning the bar. She smiled at Draco who smiled back, Hermione saw Pancy sitting on his lap, with her one arm behind his neck and giving her dirty looks. Herm turned away and continued to walk with Harry.
"Finally, Mudbloods gone. Shall we continue?" Pancy tilted her head and began kissing Draco's neck. Hermione turned around and glanced once more at Draco, her eyes widened at the sight of Pancy, with her whole body sprawled ontop of Draco's. Their eyes met again.
"Oh crap! Pancy get off, go screw yourself. I have better things to do" he snapped, rubbing the back of his neck nerviously as he exited the bar.
"Whats gotten into him Pancy?" asked Blaise who was now sitting alone.
"What happened to your Huffy-hoe?" Pancy snapped, a bit pissed off that Draco left her again.
"She went to talk to her boyfriend, he saw us."
"Blaise, dont you ever feel bad that you're the one who breaks half the couples at Hogwarts?"
"Hey, dont put it that way, it's not my fault they come to me because Draco there turns them all down. I pick up his leftover's really. They go to him for sex, he turns them down, they walk out disoppointed and I pick up the pieces."
"Yah well thats because Draco's mine" she said defensivly.
"Okay Pancy, okay" Blaise chuckled, " Now if'll excuse me, I see my next victim" Blaise walked over to a Gryffindor girl with long black hair, sitting in the corner crying. He soon walked out of the bar with his hand on her arse.
Hermione sat back in her chair and sighed, greatfully taking the butterbeer Ron handed to her. She took 3 large swigs and placed the empty bottle on the coffe table.
"Bloody hell Mione, that was fast!" Ron laughed, taking a swig himself.
"Stupid bitch.." she grunted, "He's mine, what the fuck does she think shes doing!"
"Wow! Mione's got some potty mouth there." Harry laughed, placing his bottle up to his lips.
"What? Oh err...I'll be right back, I'm gonna go buy some more." She came back, levitating 5 large mugs, drinking them all.
"Mione, mate, you gotta stop. Harry and I might not be able to bring you back all drunk and crap." Ron laughed.
"Too....too late" she sputtered, leaning forward and crashing onto the coffee table, the bottle of Butterbeer in her hands spilling over the carpet.
"Shit! Is she dead??"
"No Ron, she's not DEAD, she's just drunk, I guess we have to call it in early. We can't leave her like this. "
"Your right Harry, back to Hogwarts we go. Whose gonna carry her? Not me mate, I have a girlfriend. "
"Ron, your just lazy."
"That too"
"Fine, I'll do it." Harry held Hermione waist and threw her arms around his neck, staggering out of the Three Broomsticks.
"Draco..beer..Pancy..kiss" Hermione mummbled.
"What is she talking about Harry?"
"I have no clue Ron, best we get her lying down soon. "
"So were are we going to take Mione here." Ron patted Hermione's head.
"To her room..isnt that a bit ovious now?"
"Well, yea just how in Merlin's name are we going to get in? Has Mione by chance give you her password?" Ron said doubtingly. [is that a word? I'm sure not..haha oh well =P]
"No..I guess we could ask Malfoy."
"Malfoy!" Ron said in an outrage, "Malfoy? Are we talking about the same bloody git?"
"Yes."
"Harry! You know Malfoy, he'd probably do some low-life thing to her. "
"No Ron, he wouldn't" said Harry simply.
"What do you mean no?" Ron said bitterly.
"You know Malfoy as well as I do, he wont touch her. If you've forgotten. He hates muggle-borns. Probably wouldnt want to get his unnaturally pale hands 'dirty'" Harry explained.
"Fine Harry, whatever." Ron gave in and knocked on Draco's door. "Hope we interrupt on him and his pug"
Harry gave a small chuckle, and placed Hermione on the floor. Ron looked at him.
"She's heavier than she seems Ron."
"Bloody hell, whats the bastard doing?"
"Knock again Ron." Ron lifted his hand up and made a knocking movement. Harry watched, half snickering to himself. Draco batted Ron's hand away and rubbed his forehead where Ron so harshly knocked.
"Watch it Weasly" he snapped, "What do you two want?"
"What took you so long?" Ron sneered.
"If you havn't noticed, I was taking a shower. " Draco rubbed his towel on his head, beads of water still streaming down his chest. "Now why the hell did you come?"
Hermione groaned, moving from her sitting position to kneeling on her knees. She grabbed her stomach and emptied it all across the marble floor. Harry and Ron tunred around, Draco poked his head out to take a look.
Suddenly Draco grabbed Ron's colar and began shaking him violently. "What the hell happened to her! Weasly!! TELL ME!!"
Harry took out his wand and pointed it at Draco's head. " Watch it Malfoy, and why do you care about Mione? Isnt she a 'filthy little mudblood'?" Ron and Harry both looked at Draco oddly. Draco cleared his throat and let go of Ron.
"Nothing, never mind. Anyhow, what happened to her?"
"She had a bit too much to drink, now Malfoy if you dont mind. We'd just like to bring her to her room, your bathrooms connect right?"
"Through my bathroom? Fine whatever Potty, Weasly."
"Thanks Malfoy" Ron said sarcasticly.
"Not a problem, I wonder if this will count as charity."
"Shut it." Harry snapped, as he and Ron heaved Hermione into Draco's room. About 10 minutes later, Ron and Harry staggered out of Hermione's room, breath-less.
"Mate your right, Hermione's a bit heavier than I imagined. "
"I'm sure you imagine her alot Ron" Harry joked. Ron turned red and flashed Harry a galre.
Draco poked his head out of his door and watched as Harry and Ron made there way down the staircase.
*Damn their slow at walking* Draco skulked. When Harry and Ron's footsteps no longer echoed through the hall, Draco made a mad dash to Hermione's room. His heart bouncing inside his ribs, his hands clammy and his head filled with questions. He burst throught he door, where he found Hermione sleeping soundly on her bed.
Suddenly it seemed as if his heart settled down, he let out a sign of relief and sat down on her bed, pulling her into his arms. Hermione groaned a little, leaning her head against his sholder. Draco smiled weakly and wrapped his arms around her tighter. [guhh Romantic Draco. We dont see him much..]
Hermione awoke, her eyes squinting, trying to see her surroundings. It was pitch black, only the blood red numbers on her alarm clock and the reflection of moonlight on the snow could be seen.
"Merlin's robes, my head hurts so much" she moaned, rubbing her forehead. Draco's head was drooping to his left, his mouth open, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth. Hermione looked at him and couldnt help but giggle to herself.
*Ugh, I feel like I got run over my a truck* she leaned back against Draco's arm, she wormed her arm under his, tracing her fingers along his pale skin.Her fingers ran against lumps on his skin, goosebumps.
*Oh God, he must be cold! [wa ha ha i just love describing Draco!!] Hermione sat up and washed her eyes over his body. He was sitting in just his boxers in the dead of winter. She was glad he hadn't died yet!
"Gosh Draco, sometimes you can be the most caring sweet guy in the world. Other times, your still the same stupid git I fell in love with" she laughed, tugging on her quilt underneith Draco. He made a whinning sound and fell ontop of her pillows.
"No mummy! I dont want to be potty trained!" he mummbled, curling his body up and kicking his feet slightly. Hermione bit her hand, trying not to burst out in laughter. Hermione tucked Draco and herself under the large red quilt and nuzzled herself inside the crook of his neck, drifting back to sleep.
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damn damn damn, i told myself not to write a fluffy chapter, but i did. yes another sucky chapter to add to my sucky story. review and tell me how much it sucked.