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Someday
Ch. 8 Can We Call It A Truce?
Hermione lied in her bed, with red puffy eyes, talking on the phone with Ginny.
"Hermione, what's wrong?" questioned her friend.
"Oh Ginny, I've done something horrible!" she sobbed. "You can't tell anyone though."
"I won't. It can't be THAT bad, can it?"
"I slept with Draco Malfoy."
"WHAT?!" replied the other end. "When? How? Why?"
Hermione then went into fully detail that led up to their sleeping together. How he angered her, how she came to his rescue, the two kisses he had given her before, how badly she wanted to be with him. She didn't leave out a single gory detail. When she finished, she was greeted to silence on the other end of the phone.
"Wow, 'Mione. That's.wow. I'm speechless."
"I feel so dirty, so used, so much like a whore." Hermione broke into heaving sobs again as Ginny tried her very best to calm down her friend.
"Well, you know what you are going to have to do now, don't you?" Ginny asked.
"What?"
"You are going to go and have to apologize to him," she stated simply.
It was Hermione's turn to be surprised. "What?!"
"Just listen. Find out where he lives, go over there, tell him that you were sorry for kicking him, and tell him where you stand. Tell him that you have no intention of ever sleeping with him again. It will remain between the two of you, even after school starts. You redeem yourself and you'll feel better about the entire situation. I promise."
Hermione sighed and bid farewell to her friend. She laid on her bed again before walking over to the kitchen counter and looking up Malfoy's lake house address. ~~~ Malfoy had been in the kitchen baking his grandmother's famous recipe for homemade chocolate chip cookies. The smells inside the kitchen were intoxicating and the air was good enough to nearly taste. He had the TV on low, watching his favorite comedic sitcom. It had only been a few days since he and Hermione last met, but the thought of seeing her again made his balls ache, literally and figuratively. Perhaps he had taken it too far this time. Perhaps he should go over and- His thoughts were interrupted by a knock at his door. "What the bugger.?" He put down his spatula and walked over to the door. He looked through the window and saw none other than Hermione- wearing a black tank top and short blue jeans, sunglasses and flip flops- standing outside the threshold. He took a deep breath in and opened the door. "What do you want Granger?" he asked tersely. "I've come..I've come to apologize," she replied, stammering. She looked at the floor as she said it. This was as surprising to him as a slap in the face. She took another deep breath in. "I wrongly took my anger out on you, and I had no right or reason to kick you. I threw accusations at you that weren't true and for that I apologize. The one night that we shared together was beyond amazing, but it can't happen again. You and I do not get along, either here or at school, and I wanted you to be clear where I stand." She paused a moment. "Are you baking cookies?" She looked at him in surprise. Draco, meanwhile, although impressed she found enough gusto to come up here and apologize, his ears did not welcome the fact that it wouldn't happen again. It should, because she's an insufferable git, he reminded himself, but what they shared still rocked him to the core. "Yep," he replied proudly. "Grandma Malfoy's famous recipe. Of course, you wouldn't want one because you being a girl and all couldn't possibly carry on for the rest of the day with sweets on board now can you?" he taunted. Once again he provoked her. "You know, I could just leave. And how dare you insult me! It just so happens that I would LOVE a cookie!" and she stalked off into the kitchen. Her nose was greeted to the warm smell of cookies and already a plate full of recently baked goodies. "Those just came out of the oven," Draco stated as he came in from the foyer. "Have one." Hermione helped herself to the top cookie and took a bite into the warm, rich gooey mouthful of sweets. "Oh my god this is delicious!" she exclaimed with her mouth full. Draco went over and began putting more cookie dough on a tray. "So, when you say that you and I can't happen again." Draco stammered. "It can't, Malfoy." He sighed. "Oh well, your loss then. I'll just go take my hot sexy body to some other willing young lady." "Oh don't flatter yourself," she said, trying not to grin. "What? It's exactly what you told me as you desperately tried to claw my back as you reach an orgasm as I recall," he smiled. His comment received him cookie bits in his face. "Oh shut up I said no such thing!" and she took a spoonful of cookie dough and threatened him with it. "Oh you wouldn't," he dared. "Oh wouldn't I?" and she flicked the cookie dough into his face. "Okay, that's it!" He too took a bigger spoonful of the dough and smeared it all in Hermione's hair. "MERLIN DAMMIT MALFOY!" she shrieked and began tossing cookies into his face, catching every one. "My cat can throw better than you can, Granger!" "Ohhhh!" she fumed and grabbed a handful of dough and smeared it across his face. He caught her wrist and their playfulness suddenly subsided as the sparks between them once again flew. They looked into each other's eyes, and the smiles disappeared from their faces.
Someday
Ch. 8 Can We Call It A Truce?
Hermione lied in her bed, with red puffy eyes, talking on the phone with Ginny.
"Hermione, what's wrong?" questioned her friend.
"Oh Ginny, I've done something horrible!" she sobbed. "You can't tell anyone though."
"I won't. It can't be THAT bad, can it?"
"I slept with Draco Malfoy."
"WHAT?!" replied the other end. "When? How? Why?"
Hermione then went into fully detail that led up to their sleeping together. How he angered her, how she came to his rescue, the two kisses he had given her before, how badly she wanted to be with him. She didn't leave out a single gory detail. When she finished, she was greeted to silence on the other end of the phone.
"Wow, 'Mione. That's.wow. I'm speechless."
"I feel so dirty, so used, so much like a whore." Hermione broke into heaving sobs again as Ginny tried her very best to calm down her friend.
"Well, you know what you are going to have to do now, don't you?" Ginny asked.
"What?"
"You are going to go and have to apologize to him," she stated simply.
It was Hermione's turn to be surprised. "What?!"
"Just listen. Find out where he lives, go over there, tell him that you were sorry for kicking him, and tell him where you stand. Tell him that you have no intention of ever sleeping with him again. It will remain between the two of you, even after school starts. You redeem yourself and you'll feel better about the entire situation. I promise."
Hermione sighed and bid farewell to her friend. She laid on her bed again before walking over to the kitchen counter and looking up Malfoy's lake house address. ~~~ Malfoy had been in the kitchen baking his grandmother's famous recipe for homemade chocolate chip cookies. The smells inside the kitchen were intoxicating and the air was good enough to nearly taste. He had the TV on low, watching his favorite comedic sitcom. It had only been a few days since he and Hermione last met, but the thought of seeing her again made his balls ache, literally and figuratively. Perhaps he had taken it too far this time. Perhaps he should go over and- His thoughts were interrupted by a knock at his door. "What the bugger.?" He put down his spatula and walked over to the door. He looked through the window and saw none other than Hermione- wearing a black tank top and short blue jeans, sunglasses and flip flops- standing outside the threshold. He took a deep breath in and opened the door. "What do you want Granger?" he asked tersely. "I've come..I've come to apologize," she replied, stammering. She looked at the floor as she said it. This was as surprising to him as a slap in the face. She took another deep breath in. "I wrongly took my anger out on you, and I had no right or reason to kick you. I threw accusations at you that weren't true and for that I apologize. The one night that we shared together was beyond amazing, but it can't happen again. You and I do not get along, either here or at school, and I wanted you to be clear where I stand." She paused a moment. "Are you baking cookies?" She looked at him in surprise. Draco, meanwhile, although impressed she found enough gusto to come up here and apologize, his ears did not welcome the fact that it wouldn't happen again. It should, because she's an insufferable git, he reminded himself, but what they shared still rocked him to the core. "Yep," he replied proudly. "Grandma Malfoy's famous recipe. Of course, you wouldn't want one because you being a girl and all couldn't possibly carry on for the rest of the day with sweets on board now can you?" he taunted. Once again he provoked her. "You know, I could just leave. And how dare you insult me! It just so happens that I would LOVE a cookie!" and she stalked off into the kitchen. Her nose was greeted to the warm smell of cookies and already a plate full of recently baked goodies. "Those just came out of the oven," Draco stated as he came in from the foyer. "Have one." Hermione helped herself to the top cookie and took a bite into the warm, rich gooey mouthful of sweets. "Oh my god this is delicious!" she exclaimed with her mouth full. Draco went over and began putting more cookie dough on a tray. "So, when you say that you and I can't happen again." Draco stammered. "It can't, Malfoy." He sighed. "Oh well, your loss then. I'll just go take my hot sexy body to some other willing young lady." "Oh don't flatter yourself," she said, trying not to grin. "What? It's exactly what you told me as you desperately tried to claw my back as you reach an orgasm as I recall," he smiled. His comment received him cookie bits in his face. "Oh shut up I said no such thing!" and she took a spoonful of cookie dough and threatened him with it. "Oh you wouldn't," he dared. "Oh wouldn't I?" and she flicked the cookie dough into his face. "Okay, that's it!" He too took a bigger spoonful of the dough and smeared it all in Hermione's hair. "MERLIN DAMMIT MALFOY!" she shrieked and began tossing cookies into his face, catching every one. "My cat can throw better than you can, Granger!" "Ohhhh!" she fumed and grabbed a handful of dough and smeared it across his face. He caught her wrist and their playfulness suddenly subsided as the sparks between them once again flew. They looked into each other's eyes, and the smiles disappeared from their faces.