Here I am again...hope you liked the first chapter. There's more Draco
angst in this one. I don't know about the whole time zone issue, so I'm
making them so it fits my story.
To LJ Brown- Thanks for your input. I didn't think the POV change was a problem, considering this was supposed to be told as 3rd person omniscient.
Disclaimer: Yeah, right.
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When Draco woke up, Erin was lazily drawing circles on his chest. "Hey. That tickles." He grabbed her hands and stopped the movement.
"It does, does it?" Erin raised and eyebrow, then wrenched her hands free. She began tickling Draco's chest and ribs. He was laughing so hard that they both rolled to the floor. As they thunked hard onto the ground, the dormitory doom swung open.
"DRAKEY! Are you o-" Pansy stopped as she saw Erin sitting on top of Draco, her hands on his chest. His strong hands were on Erin's hips. This was a rather compromising position.
"Pansy, will you go away! This is the boy's dormitory, not the girls!" Draco shouted, and then sat up. Erin fell to her butt, and her knees were now in the air. With the blonde man now sitting up, this looked even worse than the first time. Pansy stormed out of the room in a huff.
"Who is that?" Erin asked, getting up to her knees.
"Pansy Parkinson. She's been madly in love with me since 1st year," Draco replied, disgusted at the thought. "Weasley was wrong, you know. I haven't slept with every girl in Slytherin house. They're all foul little brats."
"I figured he was exaggerating." She stood and helped him to his feet. "I don't think you've slept with any girls in your house."
"Are you implying that I'm a virgin?" He asked, and then sat on the edge of the bed.
"Is there something wrong with being a virgin, Draco? Because if there is, there is something wrong with me."
[Do my ears deceive me, or did she just tell me she was a virgin?] "No, of course not. It's better than being some ho that runs around wanting to have sex with every guy she sees."
"I'll definatly have to agree with that." Erin checked her watch. "Wait a minute. This can't be right- my watch says it's 3 o'clock." He moved over and checked her watch against his.
"I think yours is still set for your time zone. It's 11 by mine." Draco quickly adjusted her watch to the right time.
"Draco, I think I should get back to Gryffindor tower. I don't want to let Ron think he was right."
They laughed. "I guess you should. But, wait. You need a password." Draco pointed out. Erin sat next to him on the bed and tried to think.
"I know! I'll show you the library."
"The library? Sweet thought, but I don't think I'll find the password there."
"No, no. Granger is a bookworm. She'll be in the library. You can ask her." Erin smiled at him and he led her off. In the Slytherin common room, she got some rude stares, especially from the girls.
She just brushed them off, and before they exited the room, Erin pulled Draco to a stop. She quickly drew Draco into a long, deep kiss. Gasps were heard throughout the common room.
"Whoa. What was that for?" Draco asked, out of breath.
"For being you." She smiled and left the area content. He just laughed and took her hand before leading her into the library.
"I told you she would be here," he said, before pointing out Hermione. She was collecting her books and was getting ready to leave.
"Hermione?"
"Erin! What are you doing here?"
"Looking for you, actually. As you might remember, I kind of left the Great Hall in a rush earlier. And I kinda didn't get the password to the tower. In fact, I don't even know where it is."
"Oh. Well, follow me, then." Hermione grabbed her bag and led Erin through the halls. Draco was going to go, but the blonde grabbed his hand and dragged him along. "So, what exactly have you been doing tonight?"
"Oh, nothing much. Just getting a feel for the grounds." Hermione nodded and stopped in front of a portrait of a fat lady in a pink dress.
"Hogsmeade's Butterbeer." The portrait swung open, but before the two girls could step in, Ron had stepped out.
"Hermione! I've been looking all over for you. You said you would only be gone for an hour."
"And I was only gone for an hour. Calm down, sweetheart." Erin cringed at the thought that anyone would call Ron sweetheart besides his mother. Hermione grasped Ron's hand. Before she could enter, however, Ron noticed Erin observing the two.
"What? You got a problem with me having a girlfriend?"
"No, of course not. As long as you don't have a problem with me having a boyfriend. Truce?" She extended her hand. Slowly Ron shook it.
"Truce." Erin smiled, then pulled Draco out of the shadows.
"I'll see you in the morning, Draco." She pulled him into a slower but more passionate kiss. Ron got a disgusted look on his face, but shrugged it off. He and Hermione walked into their common room, Erin and Draco still entwined outside the door.
"I can't wait." Draco smiled, then quickly pecked her lips once more before heading back to his house.
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The next morning Draco practically jumped out of bed. He quickly dressed, listening to the snores of his housemates. He went down to the Great Hall early, as usual.
Draco didn't like having a lot of other people around when he ate. He preferred to drink his coffee and eat whatever was for breakfast in silence. It was his time to think, to reflect on his thoughts.
He also took the time to imagine what his life would be like is Lucius wasn't his father. He imagined a happier time, where his mother wasn't always sad. Of course, those dreams would never come true. His father was a manipulative little bastard, and that would never change.
Draco sighed, then started adding sugar to his coffee. Then he laughed. Most people would never expect him to add something to it. Whenever he would ask someone for coffee, they would reply, "Black, right?" He would just smirk slightly, depressed that they thought of him as a tough-as-nails kind of guy, who could take anything without feeling whatsoever.
To his joy, Erin walked into the Great Hall. She had been talking with Lavender Brown. She waved to Draco, then went to go sit with him. "Hey you."
"Hey. Did you sleep well?" Draco asked.
"Yeah, I guess. I'm nervous," Erin replied, then grabbed his coffee cup and brought it to her lips. "Mmmm....Chocolate Mocha. How much sugar did you put in this, Draco?" She furrowed her brow at the sugar bowl sitting by his plate. It was about half full. "Funny, I always pictured you as a-"
"Black-coffee guy, right?" Draco finished for her, disappointed.
"Actually, I was going to say creamer kind of guy." She raised an eyebrow before taking another sip of his Mocha.
"That is mine, you know." Draco took the cup from her hands, and raised it to his mouth. But it dropped open when he saw that the mug was drained. Erin sat next to him, eating his toast. When he turned to look at her, she threw down the piece of bread and tried to look innocent. Of course, her look was ruined by the crumbs around her mouth and chocolate on her lips.
"What?" She said, her mouth full of toast. But instead of saying something, Draco burst out laughing. When Erin had said, 'What', tiny bits of toast came flying out of her mouth. She was soon giggling, right after she swallowed what was left in her jaws.
When Harry, Ron, and Hermione entered, they all had similar expressions on their face. "Every time I walk in on them, they're laughing," Harry commented. Hermione nodded. She was puzzled at how this girl, so new and different, could make friends with Malfoy in only a short period of time. She'd never seen him laugh before, unless it was a cruel snicker when something bad happened to a Gryffindor.
As Draco wiped his eyes, he could see Erin holding her stomach. He knew hers hurt just like his, that wonderful pain after you've been laughing too long.
They both sighed, at the exact same time. But before they could fall into fits of giggles again, Erin heard her name being called from the Gryffindor table. She got up and said goodbye to Draco. He waved back, still feeling the aftershocks of laughter, but stopped abruptly when he saw Pansy Parkinson. He turned back to his plate, which had been refilled with food, and his coffee mug replenished.
Pansy took a seat next to him and started asking questions. "So. What happened with you and that filthy American?"
Draco sneered. "That's none of your business, Pansy."
She smiled, seemingly content. She then peered into his coffee cup. "Black, huh, Drakey? I know it's your favorite."
A schedule suddenly appeared before the miserable blonde. He picked it up and read it over. When Pansy tried to read over his shoulder, he stood up. "Sod off, Pansy." Draco left the Great Hall and went back up to his house.
Over at the Gryffindor table, Harry was questioning Erin. He hadn't been filled in with the details of the night before. "So, Erin. Where did you go last night?" He asked, apprehensively. He didn't want to get an answer with any word like 'Draco' in it.
"Oh, Draco was showing me around the grounds." Erin glanced down at the table, and was surprised to find a piece of parchment between her elbows. She picked it up and read the title. "Class Schedule."
"Finally! I've been so excited to see what I'll get!" Hermione exclaimed and picked up the paper.
"Double potions with Slytherin AGAIN? Is there a god?" Ron asked, looking towards the enchanted ceiling.
"What's wrong with Slytherins?" Erin asked.
"Well, Malfoy's a Slytherin, for one."
"You guys should give him a chance. He says he's tried to be nicer, but you've ignored him. He's better than you think." Both Harry and Ron snorted at this.
"Are you sure we're talking about the same person here? Draco Malfoy?"
"Positive. Seriously. He's got a heart, too."
"Yeah, ok." Ron replied. Under his breath, so the only one who could hear him was Harry, he said, "A heart of stone." Harry snickered.
Erin stood up. "I'm going to go get ready. See you guys there."
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When Draco entered Professor Snape's classroom, Erin was talking to the Professor. They were quietly whispering by the teacher's desk. Draco decided to leave them alone and set his cauldron down on a table. The rest of the class quickly filled in, but Erin and the Professor still were discussing something.
"But why not?" Draco heard Erin almost yell out. Snape promptly hushed her and finished the conversation. She sat down next to Draco in a huff.
"What was that about?"
"Oh, nothing." She said it in a tone that told Draco she didn't want to discuss it, so he left it alone.
"Class, welcome back. Today we will be making a very complicated potion, so I want you to pair up. I'm feeling gracious today, so I'll let you do it yourselves." The class immediately began to shift. Harry and Ron moved next to each other, and Hermione scooted toward Neville, who had a grateful look on his face. The only two people that didn't move were Erin and Draco. They stayed exactly where they were.
Professor Snape began writing ingredients on the board. Draco collected them and sat back down. Erin had already began making them potion at great speed.
"Now, I will be right back. I trust that you won't blow anything up with I'm gone." Snape looked directly at Neville when he said this. He swept out of the room and Neville gulped.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione were all sitting behind Draco and Erin. Hermione was amazed at how quickly Erin was putting the potion together. She had already put it to simmer, which was the 10th step. Draco was left a bystander.
"Draco, will you hand me the boomslang skin?" Erin asked, holding out her hand as she stirred the contents of the pot. He did so.
Ron and Hermione exchanged a look. And then did the same with Harry. "Oh yeah." Harry agreed under his breath. Ron held up his fingers, and counted down from 3. '3, 2, 1'
The 3 friends all cough/yelled "WHIPPED" out at the same time. As the class burst into laughter, Draco shot them a dirty look.
"Shut up, Potthead, Weasel, Mudblood!" To his surprise, he felt a sharp pain on the side of his face. His hand shot up to his cheek and he exclaimed, "OW!" He turned to see Erin, with her hands on her hips, glaring at Draco. And trust me, it was a good glare. "What the hell?"
"Don't ever, EVER say that again, Draco."
"What? You're pureblooded!" Draco was now outraged that this girl had slapped him.
"God, Draco! Can't you see blood doesn't matter? Hermione's a better witch than anyone in here," this brought some shouts of protest from other students, but they were ignored. "And yet you call her a mudblood like she's nothing. That's how wars are started. Ignorant people like you, throwing nasty words around at people who don't deserve it. So DON'T say it again, or next time it'll be a shrinking potion down your pants!"
The class fell silent after this outburst. His face turned white at the threat. After a minute, Draco spoke up. "I'm sorry, Erin."
"Don't apologize to me; apologize to Hermione." Erin sat back in her chair and watched the potion bubble and bubble.(Toil and Trouble. HA! I kill me.) Hermione raised her eyebrows expectantly, a small smile forming on her lips.
[Damn that girl.] He knew he would never be able to talk to Erin again if he didn't ask for forgiveness. But from Hermione? "Sorry, Granger." Draco said it like he meant it.
"Apology accepted, Malfoy." Ron and Harry snickered at Draco's red face. It was like that not only from embarrassment but from the handprint of Erin's slender fingers. Draco shot them that glare again, the one that would freeze magma.
His defiant stare was interrupted by Professor Snape entering the room again.
"Well, I see we've all survived that short period of time. Now, everyone move their cauldrons to the storeroom. It's time for notes."
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Well? How's my second chappy? What do you think? It's shorter than the first one....but I think just as good. I especially like the shrinking potion threat. Please R&R!
To LJ Brown- Thanks for your input. I didn't think the POV change was a problem, considering this was supposed to be told as 3rd person omniscient.
Disclaimer: Yeah, right.
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When Draco woke up, Erin was lazily drawing circles on his chest. "Hey. That tickles." He grabbed her hands and stopped the movement.
"It does, does it?" Erin raised and eyebrow, then wrenched her hands free. She began tickling Draco's chest and ribs. He was laughing so hard that they both rolled to the floor. As they thunked hard onto the ground, the dormitory doom swung open.
"DRAKEY! Are you o-" Pansy stopped as she saw Erin sitting on top of Draco, her hands on his chest. His strong hands were on Erin's hips. This was a rather compromising position.
"Pansy, will you go away! This is the boy's dormitory, not the girls!" Draco shouted, and then sat up. Erin fell to her butt, and her knees were now in the air. With the blonde man now sitting up, this looked even worse than the first time. Pansy stormed out of the room in a huff.
"Who is that?" Erin asked, getting up to her knees.
"Pansy Parkinson. She's been madly in love with me since 1st year," Draco replied, disgusted at the thought. "Weasley was wrong, you know. I haven't slept with every girl in Slytherin house. They're all foul little brats."
"I figured he was exaggerating." She stood and helped him to his feet. "I don't think you've slept with any girls in your house."
"Are you implying that I'm a virgin?" He asked, and then sat on the edge of the bed.
"Is there something wrong with being a virgin, Draco? Because if there is, there is something wrong with me."
[Do my ears deceive me, or did she just tell me she was a virgin?] "No, of course not. It's better than being some ho that runs around wanting to have sex with every guy she sees."
"I'll definatly have to agree with that." Erin checked her watch. "Wait a minute. This can't be right- my watch says it's 3 o'clock." He moved over and checked her watch against his.
"I think yours is still set for your time zone. It's 11 by mine." Draco quickly adjusted her watch to the right time.
"Draco, I think I should get back to Gryffindor tower. I don't want to let Ron think he was right."
They laughed. "I guess you should. But, wait. You need a password." Draco pointed out. Erin sat next to him on the bed and tried to think.
"I know! I'll show you the library."
"The library? Sweet thought, but I don't think I'll find the password there."
"No, no. Granger is a bookworm. She'll be in the library. You can ask her." Erin smiled at him and he led her off. In the Slytherin common room, she got some rude stares, especially from the girls.
She just brushed them off, and before they exited the room, Erin pulled Draco to a stop. She quickly drew Draco into a long, deep kiss. Gasps were heard throughout the common room.
"Whoa. What was that for?" Draco asked, out of breath.
"For being you." She smiled and left the area content. He just laughed and took her hand before leading her into the library.
"I told you she would be here," he said, before pointing out Hermione. She was collecting her books and was getting ready to leave.
"Hermione?"
"Erin! What are you doing here?"
"Looking for you, actually. As you might remember, I kind of left the Great Hall in a rush earlier. And I kinda didn't get the password to the tower. In fact, I don't even know where it is."
"Oh. Well, follow me, then." Hermione grabbed her bag and led Erin through the halls. Draco was going to go, but the blonde grabbed his hand and dragged him along. "So, what exactly have you been doing tonight?"
"Oh, nothing much. Just getting a feel for the grounds." Hermione nodded and stopped in front of a portrait of a fat lady in a pink dress.
"Hogsmeade's Butterbeer." The portrait swung open, but before the two girls could step in, Ron had stepped out.
"Hermione! I've been looking all over for you. You said you would only be gone for an hour."
"And I was only gone for an hour. Calm down, sweetheart." Erin cringed at the thought that anyone would call Ron sweetheart besides his mother. Hermione grasped Ron's hand. Before she could enter, however, Ron noticed Erin observing the two.
"What? You got a problem with me having a girlfriend?"
"No, of course not. As long as you don't have a problem with me having a boyfriend. Truce?" She extended her hand. Slowly Ron shook it.
"Truce." Erin smiled, then pulled Draco out of the shadows.
"I'll see you in the morning, Draco." She pulled him into a slower but more passionate kiss. Ron got a disgusted look on his face, but shrugged it off. He and Hermione walked into their common room, Erin and Draco still entwined outside the door.
"I can't wait." Draco smiled, then quickly pecked her lips once more before heading back to his house.
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The next morning Draco practically jumped out of bed. He quickly dressed, listening to the snores of his housemates. He went down to the Great Hall early, as usual.
Draco didn't like having a lot of other people around when he ate. He preferred to drink his coffee and eat whatever was for breakfast in silence. It was his time to think, to reflect on his thoughts.
He also took the time to imagine what his life would be like is Lucius wasn't his father. He imagined a happier time, where his mother wasn't always sad. Of course, those dreams would never come true. His father was a manipulative little bastard, and that would never change.
Draco sighed, then started adding sugar to his coffee. Then he laughed. Most people would never expect him to add something to it. Whenever he would ask someone for coffee, they would reply, "Black, right?" He would just smirk slightly, depressed that they thought of him as a tough-as-nails kind of guy, who could take anything without feeling whatsoever.
To his joy, Erin walked into the Great Hall. She had been talking with Lavender Brown. She waved to Draco, then went to go sit with him. "Hey you."
"Hey. Did you sleep well?" Draco asked.
"Yeah, I guess. I'm nervous," Erin replied, then grabbed his coffee cup and brought it to her lips. "Mmmm....Chocolate Mocha. How much sugar did you put in this, Draco?" She furrowed her brow at the sugar bowl sitting by his plate. It was about half full. "Funny, I always pictured you as a-"
"Black-coffee guy, right?" Draco finished for her, disappointed.
"Actually, I was going to say creamer kind of guy." She raised an eyebrow before taking another sip of his Mocha.
"That is mine, you know." Draco took the cup from her hands, and raised it to his mouth. But it dropped open when he saw that the mug was drained. Erin sat next to him, eating his toast. When he turned to look at her, she threw down the piece of bread and tried to look innocent. Of course, her look was ruined by the crumbs around her mouth and chocolate on her lips.
"What?" She said, her mouth full of toast. But instead of saying something, Draco burst out laughing. When Erin had said, 'What', tiny bits of toast came flying out of her mouth. She was soon giggling, right after she swallowed what was left in her jaws.
When Harry, Ron, and Hermione entered, they all had similar expressions on their face. "Every time I walk in on them, they're laughing," Harry commented. Hermione nodded. She was puzzled at how this girl, so new and different, could make friends with Malfoy in only a short period of time. She'd never seen him laugh before, unless it was a cruel snicker when something bad happened to a Gryffindor.
As Draco wiped his eyes, he could see Erin holding her stomach. He knew hers hurt just like his, that wonderful pain after you've been laughing too long.
They both sighed, at the exact same time. But before they could fall into fits of giggles again, Erin heard her name being called from the Gryffindor table. She got up and said goodbye to Draco. He waved back, still feeling the aftershocks of laughter, but stopped abruptly when he saw Pansy Parkinson. He turned back to his plate, which had been refilled with food, and his coffee mug replenished.
Pansy took a seat next to him and started asking questions. "So. What happened with you and that filthy American?"
Draco sneered. "That's none of your business, Pansy."
She smiled, seemingly content. She then peered into his coffee cup. "Black, huh, Drakey? I know it's your favorite."
A schedule suddenly appeared before the miserable blonde. He picked it up and read it over. When Pansy tried to read over his shoulder, he stood up. "Sod off, Pansy." Draco left the Great Hall and went back up to his house.
Over at the Gryffindor table, Harry was questioning Erin. He hadn't been filled in with the details of the night before. "So, Erin. Where did you go last night?" He asked, apprehensively. He didn't want to get an answer with any word like 'Draco' in it.
"Oh, Draco was showing me around the grounds." Erin glanced down at the table, and was surprised to find a piece of parchment between her elbows. She picked it up and read the title. "Class Schedule."
"Finally! I've been so excited to see what I'll get!" Hermione exclaimed and picked up the paper.
"Double potions with Slytherin AGAIN? Is there a god?" Ron asked, looking towards the enchanted ceiling.
"What's wrong with Slytherins?" Erin asked.
"Well, Malfoy's a Slytherin, for one."
"You guys should give him a chance. He says he's tried to be nicer, but you've ignored him. He's better than you think." Both Harry and Ron snorted at this.
"Are you sure we're talking about the same person here? Draco Malfoy?"
"Positive. Seriously. He's got a heart, too."
"Yeah, ok." Ron replied. Under his breath, so the only one who could hear him was Harry, he said, "A heart of stone." Harry snickered.
Erin stood up. "I'm going to go get ready. See you guys there."
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When Draco entered Professor Snape's classroom, Erin was talking to the Professor. They were quietly whispering by the teacher's desk. Draco decided to leave them alone and set his cauldron down on a table. The rest of the class quickly filled in, but Erin and the Professor still were discussing something.
"But why not?" Draco heard Erin almost yell out. Snape promptly hushed her and finished the conversation. She sat down next to Draco in a huff.
"What was that about?"
"Oh, nothing." She said it in a tone that told Draco she didn't want to discuss it, so he left it alone.
"Class, welcome back. Today we will be making a very complicated potion, so I want you to pair up. I'm feeling gracious today, so I'll let you do it yourselves." The class immediately began to shift. Harry and Ron moved next to each other, and Hermione scooted toward Neville, who had a grateful look on his face. The only two people that didn't move were Erin and Draco. They stayed exactly where they were.
Professor Snape began writing ingredients on the board. Draco collected them and sat back down. Erin had already began making them potion at great speed.
"Now, I will be right back. I trust that you won't blow anything up with I'm gone." Snape looked directly at Neville when he said this. He swept out of the room and Neville gulped.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione were all sitting behind Draco and Erin. Hermione was amazed at how quickly Erin was putting the potion together. She had already put it to simmer, which was the 10th step. Draco was left a bystander.
"Draco, will you hand me the boomslang skin?" Erin asked, holding out her hand as she stirred the contents of the pot. He did so.
Ron and Hermione exchanged a look. And then did the same with Harry. "Oh yeah." Harry agreed under his breath. Ron held up his fingers, and counted down from 3. '3, 2, 1'
The 3 friends all cough/yelled "WHIPPED" out at the same time. As the class burst into laughter, Draco shot them a dirty look.
"Shut up, Potthead, Weasel, Mudblood!" To his surprise, he felt a sharp pain on the side of his face. His hand shot up to his cheek and he exclaimed, "OW!" He turned to see Erin, with her hands on her hips, glaring at Draco. And trust me, it was a good glare. "What the hell?"
"Don't ever, EVER say that again, Draco."
"What? You're pureblooded!" Draco was now outraged that this girl had slapped him.
"God, Draco! Can't you see blood doesn't matter? Hermione's a better witch than anyone in here," this brought some shouts of protest from other students, but they were ignored. "And yet you call her a mudblood like she's nothing. That's how wars are started. Ignorant people like you, throwing nasty words around at people who don't deserve it. So DON'T say it again, or next time it'll be a shrinking potion down your pants!"
The class fell silent after this outburst. His face turned white at the threat. After a minute, Draco spoke up. "I'm sorry, Erin."
"Don't apologize to me; apologize to Hermione." Erin sat back in her chair and watched the potion bubble and bubble.(Toil and Trouble. HA! I kill me.) Hermione raised her eyebrows expectantly, a small smile forming on her lips.
[Damn that girl.] He knew he would never be able to talk to Erin again if he didn't ask for forgiveness. But from Hermione? "Sorry, Granger." Draco said it like he meant it.
"Apology accepted, Malfoy." Ron and Harry snickered at Draco's red face. It was like that not only from embarrassment but from the handprint of Erin's slender fingers. Draco shot them that glare again, the one that would freeze magma.
His defiant stare was interrupted by Professor Snape entering the room again.
"Well, I see we've all survived that short period of time. Now, everyone move their cauldrons to the storeroom. It's time for notes."
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Well? How's my second chappy? What do you think? It's shorter than the first one....but I think just as good. I especially like the shrinking potion threat. Please R&R!