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Someday
A/N: Thank you to everyone who has reviewed this story and my previous one. I'm trying to write this one differently than the last one (different angle of writing). I appreciate ya'll's constructive criticism, good and bad. I'll try to keep the people in the story more true to their character in this fanfic. I don't leave for school for another month, so hopefully I'll be able to finish this story before I leave and start on the new one (I already have plans for that one!)
Ch. 4 Infuriating Passion
Hermione checked off pizza on her grocery list as she dropped the frozen box into her shopping cart. A recent review of the contents of her refrigerator told her than it was time to head to the market to stock up on food and supplies. A few pushes of the cart later she was examining the ice creams and the frozen desserts that made her mouth water. She opted for Tara Lee's Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Cheesecake and the supermarket brand ice cream called "Oh Fudge! Oh Nuts!".
After picking up spaghetti, yogurt, cheese, biscuits, fruits, vegetables, feminine products, a couple of magazines for her to read, she was on her way. While thumbing through her magazine, she didn't realize who was in front of her until.
"Dammit Granger! Watch where you're going!" She knew the voice belonged to Draco, and lazily lifted her eyes from the magazine.
"Sorry, Malfoy," she stated nonchalantly. She was in no mood to put up with his cockiness today.
"Bullshit you're sorry," he growled angrily.
"If you don't mind, I'd like to go and purchase my groceries, and then I can be on my merry way."
"Actually, I do mind. And what's this shit you've got in your basket?" He picked up the cheesecake. "Now, Granger, you know better than that to be putting this filth down your throat, when you could have something else just as delicious," he murmured sexily.
With that Hermione dropped her magazine. "Okay, fucker that it's, give me the cheesecake. I'd rather eat 10 of those than put anything of yours down my mouth!" She said a little too loudly.
"Now, Granger, what made you think that I would want your mouth on my body?" He gazed at her. "Now, I'm going to do you a favor and put this cheesecake back for you." He began walking off towards to desserts isle and Hermione caught up to him.
"Give me back my food, Malfoy!" She was getting royally pissed off at him and he knew it, and he loved it. He knew he was getting under her skin.
"Malfoy I swear to Merlin if you don't give me back my food I'll-"
He didn't give her a chance to finish, because before she could finish her sentence, he had backed her up against the glass and gave her a fierce, firey kiss that could have melted the icicles off of the ice cream containers. He didn't even seem to notice, let alone care, that they were in a public place.
Hermione, taken aback by his kiss, instinctively began to kiss him back, letting her tongue explore the inside of his mouth. He tasted good, like chocolate covered strawberries. She suddenly found herself wanting more, but her better instincts kicked in and she pulled away from the kiss. She grabbed the box of cheesecake and left.
"Fuck off, Malfoy," she mumbled as she went back to her grocery cart. Draco stood there for a moment, a smile spreading across his face. He was getting to her, and she knew it. A discomfort in his jeans notified Draco that he needed to cool off. He opened the door of the freezer and let the cold blast of air slap him in the face, and the growth and his jeans subsided.
A very pissed off Hermione loaded the groceries from the cart to the car and slammed down the trunk. She quickly rushed into the driver's seat and quickly drove back to the lake house. The feeling of Draco's lips on hers lingered and tingled. She hated him, but was beginning to want him. The mere sight of him pissed her off more than a bull having a cloth waved at him. Her heart fluttered and skipped a beat at the thought of his lean, strong body up against hers, holding her, having her. His kisses were intoxicating, she had to admit. Like freshly baked chocolate chip cookies coming out of the oven. He had a control on her that she didn't want to admit, but she knew.
"I'll simply fight it! I am not giving in to Malfoy's advances!" she determined. With a smile on her face, she continued up the road to her lake house until she finally arrived. With groceries in hand, she walked into the foyer and placed the bags on the counter. She walked over to the answering machine and saw the light was bleeping. She pressed the play button.
"You have 3 new messages."
"Wow, three, I'm popular today." "First message: received at 1:26 PM.'Hey 'Mione! It's Mum. Just calling to check in on you and make sure all is well. I should warn you though that a frightful storm is headed your way. Hope you're prepared. Hugs and Kisses!"
Hermione pressed the delete button.
"Message deleted. Next message: received at 2:02 PM... 'Hermione, it's Ginny. Call me as soon as you can. It's urgent!"
Hermione pressed the delete button again. She could call Ginny after unloading all of the groceries and having a moment to relax.
"Message deleted. Next message: received at 2:15 PM.'Hey.it's Harry.um.yea.give me a call.bye."
She frowned and pressed the delete button one last time.
"I'm not going to call him! No way on this planet will I call him!" She stalked angrily.
"No way you're not gonna call who?" Draco appeared in the doorway, holding a bag in his right arm.
"Draco, what the fuck are you doing here?"
"There's a storm coming little missy. I'm here to keep you company."
"No, you're not. You're leaving. You know where the door is." She didn't bother to look up at him when she said this, but rather put away the cereal boxes.
"Sorry but I can't do that either. My car broke down about a mile down the road."
"Then call the muggle car service and leave me the hell alone."
He obviously wasn't going to get anywhere with her tonight. "Fine," he stated shortly. He grabbed the phone book sitting on the counter and flipped to the tow trucking service. He picked up the telephone and began dialing the number when a deafening clap of thunder rolled through the skies, and the line went dead.
Someday
A/N: Thank you to everyone who has reviewed this story and my previous one. I'm trying to write this one differently than the last one (different angle of writing). I appreciate ya'll's constructive criticism, good and bad. I'll try to keep the people in the story more true to their character in this fanfic. I don't leave for school for another month, so hopefully I'll be able to finish this story before I leave and start on the new one (I already have plans for that one!)
Ch. 4 Infuriating Passion
Hermione checked off pizza on her grocery list as she dropped the frozen box into her shopping cart. A recent review of the contents of her refrigerator told her than it was time to head to the market to stock up on food and supplies. A few pushes of the cart later she was examining the ice creams and the frozen desserts that made her mouth water. She opted for Tara Lee's Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough Cheesecake and the supermarket brand ice cream called "Oh Fudge! Oh Nuts!".
After picking up spaghetti, yogurt, cheese, biscuits, fruits, vegetables, feminine products, a couple of magazines for her to read, she was on her way. While thumbing through her magazine, she didn't realize who was in front of her until.
"Dammit Granger! Watch where you're going!" She knew the voice belonged to Draco, and lazily lifted her eyes from the magazine.
"Sorry, Malfoy," she stated nonchalantly. She was in no mood to put up with his cockiness today.
"Bullshit you're sorry," he growled angrily.
"If you don't mind, I'd like to go and purchase my groceries, and then I can be on my merry way."
"Actually, I do mind. And what's this shit you've got in your basket?" He picked up the cheesecake. "Now, Granger, you know better than that to be putting this filth down your throat, when you could have something else just as delicious," he murmured sexily.
With that Hermione dropped her magazine. "Okay, fucker that it's, give me the cheesecake. I'd rather eat 10 of those than put anything of yours down my mouth!" She said a little too loudly.
"Now, Granger, what made you think that I would want your mouth on my body?" He gazed at her. "Now, I'm going to do you a favor and put this cheesecake back for you." He began walking off towards to desserts isle and Hermione caught up to him.
"Give me back my food, Malfoy!" She was getting royally pissed off at him and he knew it, and he loved it. He knew he was getting under her skin.
"Malfoy I swear to Merlin if you don't give me back my food I'll-"
He didn't give her a chance to finish, because before she could finish her sentence, he had backed her up against the glass and gave her a fierce, firey kiss that could have melted the icicles off of the ice cream containers. He didn't even seem to notice, let alone care, that they were in a public place.
Hermione, taken aback by his kiss, instinctively began to kiss him back, letting her tongue explore the inside of his mouth. He tasted good, like chocolate covered strawberries. She suddenly found herself wanting more, but her better instincts kicked in and she pulled away from the kiss. She grabbed the box of cheesecake and left.
"Fuck off, Malfoy," she mumbled as she went back to her grocery cart. Draco stood there for a moment, a smile spreading across his face. He was getting to her, and she knew it. A discomfort in his jeans notified Draco that he needed to cool off. He opened the door of the freezer and let the cold blast of air slap him in the face, and the growth and his jeans subsided.
A very pissed off Hermione loaded the groceries from the cart to the car and slammed down the trunk. She quickly rushed into the driver's seat and quickly drove back to the lake house. The feeling of Draco's lips on hers lingered and tingled. She hated him, but was beginning to want him. The mere sight of him pissed her off more than a bull having a cloth waved at him. Her heart fluttered and skipped a beat at the thought of his lean, strong body up against hers, holding her, having her. His kisses were intoxicating, she had to admit. Like freshly baked chocolate chip cookies coming out of the oven. He had a control on her that she didn't want to admit, but she knew.
"I'll simply fight it! I am not giving in to Malfoy's advances!" she determined. With a smile on her face, she continued up the road to her lake house until she finally arrived. With groceries in hand, she walked into the foyer and placed the bags on the counter. She walked over to the answering machine and saw the light was bleeping. She pressed the play button.
"You have 3 new messages."
"Wow, three, I'm popular today." "First message: received at 1:26 PM.'Hey 'Mione! It's Mum. Just calling to check in on you and make sure all is well. I should warn you though that a frightful storm is headed your way. Hope you're prepared. Hugs and Kisses!"
Hermione pressed the delete button.
"Message deleted. Next message: received at 2:02 PM... 'Hermione, it's Ginny. Call me as soon as you can. It's urgent!"
Hermione pressed the delete button again. She could call Ginny after unloading all of the groceries and having a moment to relax.
"Message deleted. Next message: received at 2:15 PM.'Hey.it's Harry.um.yea.give me a call.bye."
She frowned and pressed the delete button one last time.
"I'm not going to call him! No way on this planet will I call him!" She stalked angrily.
"No way you're not gonna call who?" Draco appeared in the doorway, holding a bag in his right arm.
"Draco, what the fuck are you doing here?"
"There's a storm coming little missy. I'm here to keep you company."
"No, you're not. You're leaving. You know where the door is." She didn't bother to look up at him when she said this, but rather put away the cereal boxes.
"Sorry but I can't do that either. My car broke down about a mile down the road."
"Then call the muggle car service and leave me the hell alone."
He obviously wasn't going to get anywhere with her tonight. "Fine," he stated shortly. He grabbed the phone book sitting on the counter and flipped to the tow trucking service. He picked up the telephone and began dialing the number when a deafening clap of thunder rolled through the skies, and the line went dead.