"The Teachings of Seduction"
By: the ALMIGHTY ONE with the POWER to rule ALL in the story
Chapter six: The Green Monster
Authoress note: Wow, I can't believe I'm writing on this already. It makes me happy. I really should be working on Can't Get Enough Of You.. Gosh, that last chappie was so short!! Not even 2 thousand words. arg. drives me insane. *wonders how long her chapters in the story are and then laughs* the last chapter was BARELY 2000 words. like 2087 or something *grins* Well I'm going to apologize right now if this chapters a tad depressing.. I'm listening to Marylin Manson's remake of "Sweet Dreams" awesome song, if you like hard rock and the original. The first time I heard it was in "Life as a House" which is an AWESOME movie. Has to be like one of my top three favorite movies right now.. If you haven't seen it, you really should. and if you have, didn't you just love the shower scene?? "I'm not gay... I mean, Hello!!" Hayden is so hot. Black hair with Blue, A libret, and dark make up. excuse me while I faint in my drool. please oh please don't let me drown.
Disclaimer: I don't own. nothing. not even the plot because it's probably not original. dammit
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He stared down at Hermione as she glared back up at him. Their first fight since. well, since they became "friends".
"What are you talking about," Hermione snapped, glaring back up at him.
"Just what I mean. You're not ready yet."
"Who asked you anyways? If I didn't know any better." her voice trailed off and she poked him in the chest and turned away. He caught her wrist and she turned back.
"If you didn't know any better what?" he asked icily, still holding her hand.
"I'd say you were jealous," she told him, her breath just as icy as she wrenched her hand away. Draco tried to take his eyes off her as she strutted away from him. The same strut he used while trying to keep his cool. Maybe she was around him too much. As that thought crossed his mind his lips twitched at the effort not to sneer.
"You wish," he breathed softly, watching her disappear behind the door and heard a piece of paper crumple in his hand as it fisted itself. The thoughts were running rapid fire through his head as he looked down to the piece of paper. Me; jealous of that Hufflepuff trash? Yeah right. Not in a million years.
His hands opened the crumpled piece of paper and he read the words inscribed for the second time.
"Hermione-
Hey. It's me, Justin. I know this is going to seem really weird and I can't believe I'm writing this to you in a note. But do you want to go to Hogsmeade with me? We could go for a butter beer and then hang out at Zonko's or something. I mean, we're all going this weekend, and we'd probably see each other there. But I wanted to go with you, and just be with you; alone. I'm going to end this before I embarrass myself any further. If you want to go, meet me in the Great Hall, say 10:30 Saturday morning? Thanks a lot, Mione. I'd love for us to go. Bye,
Justin."
Hermione had been joyful and practically bouncing around outside as she showed him her note. She had stopped almost instantly at the scowl that had appeared on Draco's face.
"She's not ready," he said to himself, ripping the note slowly in half and then let it scatter in the wind, walking back toward the castle. Crabbe and Goyle stopped him as he slowly got nearer to the Slytherin common room. As he neared them, they looked dumbly at each other.
"What's wrong, Malfoy?" Crabbe asked him.
"Nothing, you git. Go away." Draco glared at them both, and they blinked stupidly before going in the general directions of the kitchens; they still needed to figure out how to get in there.
He watched them go, shaking his head with disgust before turning to the snake guarding the entrance to his common room. "Power over honor," he told it and the snake let him into the icy room he called home most of the year.
He saw a fire and let out a sigh, before running his fingertips through his hair. If Malfoy's could "plop" anywhere, it would have been how Draco fell into his seat. But we can consider what he did as "graceful falling". As his fists clutched at his side, he stared coolly around the room. His lips were set in a sneer as he scoffed at anything that moved. How could... He couldn't even describe what was going on with him.
The fight they had replayed in his head over and over and he finally closed his eyes to try and block it out. He couldn't figure out what was wrong with it, and he couldn't figure out why he should care. "She can go out with who ever she pleases," he tried to reason with himself, hissing it out through clenched teeth. "It's not any of my business."
"Of course it's not, dear," he could hear a mirror across the room call out. He turned to look at it and stared defiantly at the image he saw. He stood and crossed the room, glaring at the reflection. He shook his head and the blonde hair started to slowly fall into his eyes, and he raised a hand to flick the hair up. His eyes were gray, and an unnatural gray at that. They slowly narrowed till they became silver slits and he heard a voice cough behind him.
"I think I see a bit of green in there," a girl voice told him. He refocused his eyes and saw Pansy start to slide toward him.
"What are you talking about Parkinson?" he asked her as she now stood, watching his movements in the mirror. She had the nerve to laugh.
"Do you really have to ask? You're jealous!"
It was Draco's turn to laugh, and it made her wince how cold the sound was. She turned to see him as his lips were in half a sneer, half a smirk. "Me? Malfoy, jealous? I'm sorry Parkinson, but where do you get off?" he asked slowly, enunciating each word as if she were as half witted as Goyle.
She looked taken aback for a moment, but her own cool demeanor slowly slid over her face. "Don't play stupid, you prat." She watched the visible shock quickly turn into a controlled anger. He stepped toward her, slowly making her back up until she reached out and touched a wall behind her. She tilted her chin and tried to look confident under his icy glare.
"You better watch your tongue, Parkinson," he warned her. "You might not know where it'll end up next."
She bit her lip for a second and Draco was instantly reminded of how Hermione did the same thing when she was nervous. As he backed off of her, Pansy opened her eyes wide with surprise. "You are jealous, aren't you?" she whispered, following him. She placed a hand on his shoulder, and tried to slowly open herself up to him, hoping he would follow suit.
He looked over at his shoulder at her as her soft voice echoed in the dungeon. He flicked his eyes down to where her hand was placed on his shoulder, and he rolled it quickly, trying to shove it off. "Piss off," he told her.
She heard a laugh leave her lips. "Who'd have known," she said to herself as she shook her head. "This is bloody insane, Malfoy," she told him. He looked up at her, his gaze hooded. "Are you telling me.?" her voice trailed off and Malfoy sneered.
"What do you think?" he asked her, his voice cool and cutting.
"I think I'm right! You actually care for this mudblood don't you?" She asked him, using the insult to try and invoke a reaction in him.
It worked, as Draco stood again, towering over her petite frame. "I told you to piss off," he breathed through clenched teeth.
She laughed in his face and scratched the back of her neck, looking up at him. "What are you going to do?"
Draco let out a breath and sat heavily on a table. He heard it creak in protest and buried his head in his hands. "I don't ruddy know," he whispered through his hands and Pansy sat on the arm of a chair next to him, placing a friendly arm around his shoulders.
"You can start by talking to her about it? Granger's not that bad you know," Pansy said, almost wrinkling her nose at the way she sounded. If anyone heard her she'd never be able to live it down.
"She's not. She's fun, smart, caring, kind, and bloody gorgeous!" Draco exploded, jumping up again. "And so innocent, Merlin! It drives me mad just thinking about her laugh." his voice trailed off and he ran a hand through his already disheveled hair. The mirror clucked in protest.
"So what's got your knickers in a twist?"
"Flinch-Fletchley, the ruddy bastard, is taking her out to Hogsmeade this weekend." his voice trailed off and if his eyes had magic laser powers, the green and silver carpet would be dancing in orange and yellow flames.
Pansy tilted her head to the side, trying to think. "Isn't.everyone going to Hogsmeade this weekend?" she asked.
Draco nodded, a sneer forming on his lips. "But he asked her to go with him alone. Take her out for a bloody butter beer." His gray eyes had a storm brewing in them.
"So how about we go, and make them jealous?" Pansy asked, the idea pouncing on her. "I mean, we should make an appearance anyway," she reasoned with him, chewing on her thumb nail. "I know Mummy Dearest has been worried about our engagement lately. It'll calm her nerves some, I bet."
Draco looked over at her, his eyes unreadable as his blonde hair fell over it. "You're serious?" he asked.
She nodded. "And if Flintchydoodle what's his face does anything uncalled for you can hex him into nothingness, alright?" she asked him. An evil smirk fell over Draco's features and it made her wince.
"Deal," he said his voice deadly calm.
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*Don't start running, I know where you hide. Don't start lying, I can read your mind.* ~*~
Pansy felt Draco's grip on her hand tighten and she winced slightly, leaning over to whisper at him for the third time in the last few minutes. "He's a git, we know this," she told him. "Calm down or you're going to blow everything." She placed a smug smile on her face and turned to glare at the youngest Weasley girl who was being towed around by that fat Longbottom.
Draco tried to relax as he saw Justin step nervously about, holding his hands. He saw another glare being directed at Justin, and he watched her eyes flick up to hold his. She stared into his own for a moment before Draco could place a name with the face. Hannah was glaring at Justin. He could have laughed as it all started to fit in place. Justin dumped Hannah because of Hermione.
He watched a blush stain her cheeks and he turned to whisper something in Pansy's ears. "You'll never guess. We have another jealous party," he told her.
She raised a delicately plucked eyebrow. He nodded toward the blonde girl with pigtails. "Her," he said coolly. Pansy understood almost instantly and nodded slowly. "He dumped her for Granger, I take it?"
"That's how it seems," he started. He would have continued if the doors hadn't opened that moment, with the Dream Team coming in slowly. Hermione's chin was titled slightly, and she strutted slowly in front of Potter and Weasley.
She looked over at Draco for a moment, and she let a smirk slide onto her features. His eyes trailed down her body for a moment, deliberately, and a smirk of his own filled his features. As his eyes finally trained back to her face he noticed a small blush fill her cheeks. It faded quickly and Draco had to look again to see if it was really there or not.
He sneered at Potter and then through a look of contempt mixed with disdain over at Weasley before he grabbed Pansy roughly around the waist and led her out side to the carriages before he saw the look on Flinch Fletchley's face when Hermione walked up to him.
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"Draco love," Pansy purred softly, sliding up next to Draco. He tried not to feel nauseated by how her body felt against his as his arm clamped around her waist. He tore his eyes away from Flinch-Fletchley to Pansy.
"What?" he asked her, wanting to resume glaring at the Hufflepuff that was slowly tearing down Hermione's walls.
"You wanted to make them jealous, didn't you?" she asks him, her voice a breathy whisper .
Draco nodded slowly, his trademark smirk on his lips. He pulled his cloak up and ran a hand through his hair, making sure it was straight. "Let's do this."
Pansy nodded slowly, making sure her smile was pasted correctly on her lips. She reached on arm up and patted her hair self consciously. "I look alright?"
"You bloody always look alright," he told her, his voice cold. "Are we going to do this or not?"
Pansy responded by grabbing his hand, pulling him toward the center of Zonko's where Justin was making Hermione giggle. He had to make a true effort not to smile as he saw her wearing the jeans he had ripped a hole in. Pansy saw his lip twitch and she nudged him in the side.
"Oh Drakkie-kins!" Pansy squealed, jumping over to some abstract thing. She tugged on his hand and his slow drawl followed her. Hermione flicked her head, with an amused eyebrow raised.
He felt his lips smirk as they went into a classic routine. "What?" he asked her making sure his arm was visible around her waist.
"Wouldn't be the most perfect thing ever to drop in Potter's cloak?" her harsh giggle echoed over the noise of the crowd.
"Very droll," he said, picking it up and looking at it. It could seem useful. He could always set it off in a class, and blame Potter. That sounded like more fun anyway. "Love, we need to go. I want to get to Honeydukes soon before they run out of sugar quills." He pulled on her from behind and she giggled as her back hit his chest. He wrapped her arms around her waist and placed his face in her hair, making kissing sounds.
"Draco!" she giggled. "Stop making a scene!"
Draco heard another female voice and smirked, thankful he was hidden in Parkinson's hair.
"Yeah, Malfoy," her voice called out. "Wouldn't want to make a scene would you? How about you just go get a room instead? That seems like something you would do."
Draco lifted his head out of her hair in time to see Justin chasing after Hermione's strut. He let a grin stay on his lips for a little too long as he paid for the joke item. Pansy had to nudge him in the ribs before he coughed and went normal again.
Mission Accomplished, he told himself as he saw Hermione fuming, standing outside the Three Broomsticks.
*Just do everything I taught you to, I got you where I want you.*
TBC
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Authors note: OH GOD!!!!!!!!!! I NEVER EXPECTED TO TAKE THAT LONG!! I am so freakin freakin freakin sorry!! *falls over herself, apologizing* I promise that the next update will be a huge amount quicker!! Its just.I don't really have a real excuse besides that finals were this week and I've been horribly busy lately! But I just want to let you know that since it's now officially summer (or will be next week) I'll have a huge amount of time for my writing.!!
And now for those lovely LOVELY people who reviewed the last chapter *smile*
Elvin Ice Angel: hey! I'm glad you decided to find my story (however randomely. *laughs*) and I do love Herm/Draco although not near as much as I love Draco/Gin. they're jus SO cute!! *laughs* Thank you for reviewing, and I hope this chapter is good enough for you *smile*
Aku_Neko: I love writing Draco and I really hope that this chapter isn't so OOC. *soft smile* and I would have loved it if Ron walked in on them kissing, but what's the fun in that? They're not ready to kiss yet! They're *coughs* kind of fighting at the moment. cuz Draco's *slaps a hand over her mouth and then whispers through the fingers* jealous!!!
Superhpfreak: Thank you!! I never really thought this was that well written, but I have definitely enjoyed writing it. *big smile* I hope you enjoy reading the rest of this.
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Kerbi: I hope you do like this *grin* and no, we can't screw Justin (we want Draco!! *laughs insanely*) he's a huge plot aspect thingy. (even though this story was written with no pre-writing whatsoever. I should probably do that, don't you think?) hehe.. I like the diary spell idea! I wish I could do that ....
I think my friends would approach me if I made drastic changes like Mione- luv did. Mind you, they'd all probably be the way that Ron did it, but still. It takes a lot of courage to tell your friends things they don't want to hear, and I hate doing it. But I think that you're friendship becomes stronger because of it.
*starts to giggle and pats Akira's purdy little head* Ron, NO! If you touch her I promise you you'll be stuck in a yaoi story with Duo Maxwell and his closet! *starts to plot the story in her mind and watches him walk away slowly a pout on his face*
Ah, well, as much as I'd like to reply to the rest of your BEAUTIFULLY written review, I need to post this! I love you so very very much and I can't wait to read your review for this chapter! *big grin*
SilverDragoN780: Hiya Alice!! Yeah, Pepsi goes to my head REALLY fast *starts to giggle* see, after writing the first para or so of this story I ended up leaving it alone for the past month or so *big sweat drop* and then Mom brought home Pepsi Twist two nights ago, and this is the result! Y'know what? French music is kinda creepy! *laughs* but for some strange reason I can't stop listening to it. *sigh* I don't even SPEAK French.. Wow, I'm getting a lot of Déjà vu. *looks around all creeped out like* alrighty, well, now that you've got a screen name I'd love to write something with you *big smile*
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So guys, if you review (OMG THE EVIL FRENCH SONG IS BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!) you get a written thank you! Reviews are great, but criticism kicks butt (especially if they are very very nice about it! I don't want to make an ass of myself in front of you all, especially since I don't catch a lot of things till sweethearts out there point them out for me!!)
I hope the next chapter will come sooner and you should read some of my other stories as well! I love you all,
Alexandria
By: the ALMIGHTY ONE with the POWER to rule ALL in the story
Chapter six: The Green Monster
Authoress note: Wow, I can't believe I'm writing on this already. It makes me happy. I really should be working on Can't Get Enough Of You.. Gosh, that last chappie was so short!! Not even 2 thousand words. arg. drives me insane. *wonders how long her chapters in the story are and then laughs* the last chapter was BARELY 2000 words. like 2087 or something *grins* Well I'm going to apologize right now if this chapters a tad depressing.. I'm listening to Marylin Manson's remake of "Sweet Dreams" awesome song, if you like hard rock and the original. The first time I heard it was in "Life as a House" which is an AWESOME movie. Has to be like one of my top three favorite movies right now.. If you haven't seen it, you really should. and if you have, didn't you just love the shower scene?? "I'm not gay... I mean, Hello!!" Hayden is so hot. Black hair with Blue, A libret, and dark make up. excuse me while I faint in my drool. please oh please don't let me drown.
Disclaimer: I don't own. nothing. not even the plot because it's probably not original. dammit
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He stared down at Hermione as she glared back up at him. Their first fight since. well, since they became "friends".
"What are you talking about," Hermione snapped, glaring back up at him.
"Just what I mean. You're not ready yet."
"Who asked you anyways? If I didn't know any better." her voice trailed off and she poked him in the chest and turned away. He caught her wrist and she turned back.
"If you didn't know any better what?" he asked icily, still holding her hand.
"I'd say you were jealous," she told him, her breath just as icy as she wrenched her hand away. Draco tried to take his eyes off her as she strutted away from him. The same strut he used while trying to keep his cool. Maybe she was around him too much. As that thought crossed his mind his lips twitched at the effort not to sneer.
"You wish," he breathed softly, watching her disappear behind the door and heard a piece of paper crumple in his hand as it fisted itself. The thoughts were running rapid fire through his head as he looked down to the piece of paper. Me; jealous of that Hufflepuff trash? Yeah right. Not in a million years.
His hands opened the crumpled piece of paper and he read the words inscribed for the second time.
"Hermione-
Hey. It's me, Justin. I know this is going to seem really weird and I can't believe I'm writing this to you in a note. But do you want to go to Hogsmeade with me? We could go for a butter beer and then hang out at Zonko's or something. I mean, we're all going this weekend, and we'd probably see each other there. But I wanted to go with you, and just be with you; alone. I'm going to end this before I embarrass myself any further. If you want to go, meet me in the Great Hall, say 10:30 Saturday morning? Thanks a lot, Mione. I'd love for us to go. Bye,
Justin."
Hermione had been joyful and practically bouncing around outside as she showed him her note. She had stopped almost instantly at the scowl that had appeared on Draco's face.
"She's not ready," he said to himself, ripping the note slowly in half and then let it scatter in the wind, walking back toward the castle. Crabbe and Goyle stopped him as he slowly got nearer to the Slytherin common room. As he neared them, they looked dumbly at each other.
"What's wrong, Malfoy?" Crabbe asked him.
"Nothing, you git. Go away." Draco glared at them both, and they blinked stupidly before going in the general directions of the kitchens; they still needed to figure out how to get in there.
He watched them go, shaking his head with disgust before turning to the snake guarding the entrance to his common room. "Power over honor," he told it and the snake let him into the icy room he called home most of the year.
He saw a fire and let out a sigh, before running his fingertips through his hair. If Malfoy's could "plop" anywhere, it would have been how Draco fell into his seat. But we can consider what he did as "graceful falling". As his fists clutched at his side, he stared coolly around the room. His lips were set in a sneer as he scoffed at anything that moved. How could... He couldn't even describe what was going on with him.
The fight they had replayed in his head over and over and he finally closed his eyes to try and block it out. He couldn't figure out what was wrong with it, and he couldn't figure out why he should care. "She can go out with who ever she pleases," he tried to reason with himself, hissing it out through clenched teeth. "It's not any of my business."
"Of course it's not, dear," he could hear a mirror across the room call out. He turned to look at it and stared defiantly at the image he saw. He stood and crossed the room, glaring at the reflection. He shook his head and the blonde hair started to slowly fall into his eyes, and he raised a hand to flick the hair up. His eyes were gray, and an unnatural gray at that. They slowly narrowed till they became silver slits and he heard a voice cough behind him.
"I think I see a bit of green in there," a girl voice told him. He refocused his eyes and saw Pansy start to slide toward him.
"What are you talking about Parkinson?" he asked her as she now stood, watching his movements in the mirror. She had the nerve to laugh.
"Do you really have to ask? You're jealous!"
It was Draco's turn to laugh, and it made her wince how cold the sound was. She turned to see him as his lips were in half a sneer, half a smirk. "Me? Malfoy, jealous? I'm sorry Parkinson, but where do you get off?" he asked slowly, enunciating each word as if she were as half witted as Goyle.
She looked taken aback for a moment, but her own cool demeanor slowly slid over her face. "Don't play stupid, you prat." She watched the visible shock quickly turn into a controlled anger. He stepped toward her, slowly making her back up until she reached out and touched a wall behind her. She tilted her chin and tried to look confident under his icy glare.
"You better watch your tongue, Parkinson," he warned her. "You might not know where it'll end up next."
She bit her lip for a second and Draco was instantly reminded of how Hermione did the same thing when she was nervous. As he backed off of her, Pansy opened her eyes wide with surprise. "You are jealous, aren't you?" she whispered, following him. She placed a hand on his shoulder, and tried to slowly open herself up to him, hoping he would follow suit.
He looked over at his shoulder at her as her soft voice echoed in the dungeon. He flicked his eyes down to where her hand was placed on his shoulder, and he rolled it quickly, trying to shove it off. "Piss off," he told her.
She heard a laugh leave her lips. "Who'd have known," she said to herself as she shook her head. "This is bloody insane, Malfoy," she told him. He looked up at her, his gaze hooded. "Are you telling me.?" her voice trailed off and Malfoy sneered.
"What do you think?" he asked her, his voice cool and cutting.
"I think I'm right! You actually care for this mudblood don't you?" She asked him, using the insult to try and invoke a reaction in him.
It worked, as Draco stood again, towering over her petite frame. "I told you to piss off," he breathed through clenched teeth.
She laughed in his face and scratched the back of her neck, looking up at him. "What are you going to do?"
Draco let out a breath and sat heavily on a table. He heard it creak in protest and buried his head in his hands. "I don't ruddy know," he whispered through his hands and Pansy sat on the arm of a chair next to him, placing a friendly arm around his shoulders.
"You can start by talking to her about it? Granger's not that bad you know," Pansy said, almost wrinkling her nose at the way she sounded. If anyone heard her she'd never be able to live it down.
"She's not. She's fun, smart, caring, kind, and bloody gorgeous!" Draco exploded, jumping up again. "And so innocent, Merlin! It drives me mad just thinking about her laugh." his voice trailed off and he ran a hand through his already disheveled hair. The mirror clucked in protest.
"So what's got your knickers in a twist?"
"Flinch-Fletchley, the ruddy bastard, is taking her out to Hogsmeade this weekend." his voice trailed off and if his eyes had magic laser powers, the green and silver carpet would be dancing in orange and yellow flames.
Pansy tilted her head to the side, trying to think. "Isn't.everyone going to Hogsmeade this weekend?" she asked.
Draco nodded, a sneer forming on his lips. "But he asked her to go with him alone. Take her out for a bloody butter beer." His gray eyes had a storm brewing in them.
"So how about we go, and make them jealous?" Pansy asked, the idea pouncing on her. "I mean, we should make an appearance anyway," she reasoned with him, chewing on her thumb nail. "I know Mummy Dearest has been worried about our engagement lately. It'll calm her nerves some, I bet."
Draco looked over at her, his eyes unreadable as his blonde hair fell over it. "You're serious?" he asked.
She nodded. "And if Flintchydoodle what's his face does anything uncalled for you can hex him into nothingness, alright?" she asked him. An evil smirk fell over Draco's features and it made her wince.
"Deal," he said his voice deadly calm.
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*Don't start running, I know where you hide. Don't start lying, I can read your mind.* ~*~
Pansy felt Draco's grip on her hand tighten and she winced slightly, leaning over to whisper at him for the third time in the last few minutes. "He's a git, we know this," she told him. "Calm down or you're going to blow everything." She placed a smug smile on her face and turned to glare at the youngest Weasley girl who was being towed around by that fat Longbottom.
Draco tried to relax as he saw Justin step nervously about, holding his hands. He saw another glare being directed at Justin, and he watched her eyes flick up to hold his. She stared into his own for a moment before Draco could place a name with the face. Hannah was glaring at Justin. He could have laughed as it all started to fit in place. Justin dumped Hannah because of Hermione.
He watched a blush stain her cheeks and he turned to whisper something in Pansy's ears. "You'll never guess. We have another jealous party," he told her.
She raised a delicately plucked eyebrow. He nodded toward the blonde girl with pigtails. "Her," he said coolly. Pansy understood almost instantly and nodded slowly. "He dumped her for Granger, I take it?"
"That's how it seems," he started. He would have continued if the doors hadn't opened that moment, with the Dream Team coming in slowly. Hermione's chin was titled slightly, and she strutted slowly in front of Potter and Weasley.
She looked over at Draco for a moment, and she let a smirk slide onto her features. His eyes trailed down her body for a moment, deliberately, and a smirk of his own filled his features. As his eyes finally trained back to her face he noticed a small blush fill her cheeks. It faded quickly and Draco had to look again to see if it was really there or not.
He sneered at Potter and then through a look of contempt mixed with disdain over at Weasley before he grabbed Pansy roughly around the waist and led her out side to the carriages before he saw the look on Flinch Fletchley's face when Hermione walked up to him.
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"Draco love," Pansy purred softly, sliding up next to Draco. He tried not to feel nauseated by how her body felt against his as his arm clamped around her waist. He tore his eyes away from Flinch-Fletchley to Pansy.
"What?" he asked her, wanting to resume glaring at the Hufflepuff that was slowly tearing down Hermione's walls.
"You wanted to make them jealous, didn't you?" she asks him, her voice a breathy whisper .
Draco nodded slowly, his trademark smirk on his lips. He pulled his cloak up and ran a hand through his hair, making sure it was straight. "Let's do this."
Pansy nodded slowly, making sure her smile was pasted correctly on her lips. She reached on arm up and patted her hair self consciously. "I look alright?"
"You bloody always look alright," he told her, his voice cold. "Are we going to do this or not?"
Pansy responded by grabbing his hand, pulling him toward the center of Zonko's where Justin was making Hermione giggle. He had to make a true effort not to smile as he saw her wearing the jeans he had ripped a hole in. Pansy saw his lip twitch and she nudged him in the side.
"Oh Drakkie-kins!" Pansy squealed, jumping over to some abstract thing. She tugged on his hand and his slow drawl followed her. Hermione flicked her head, with an amused eyebrow raised.
He felt his lips smirk as they went into a classic routine. "What?" he asked her making sure his arm was visible around her waist.
"Wouldn't be the most perfect thing ever to drop in Potter's cloak?" her harsh giggle echoed over the noise of the crowd.
"Very droll," he said, picking it up and looking at it. It could seem useful. He could always set it off in a class, and blame Potter. That sounded like more fun anyway. "Love, we need to go. I want to get to Honeydukes soon before they run out of sugar quills." He pulled on her from behind and she giggled as her back hit his chest. He wrapped her arms around her waist and placed his face in her hair, making kissing sounds.
"Draco!" she giggled. "Stop making a scene!"
Draco heard another female voice and smirked, thankful he was hidden in Parkinson's hair.
"Yeah, Malfoy," her voice called out. "Wouldn't want to make a scene would you? How about you just go get a room instead? That seems like something you would do."
Draco lifted his head out of her hair in time to see Justin chasing after Hermione's strut. He let a grin stay on his lips for a little too long as he paid for the joke item. Pansy had to nudge him in the ribs before he coughed and went normal again.
Mission Accomplished, he told himself as he saw Hermione fuming, standing outside the Three Broomsticks.
*Just do everything I taught you to, I got you where I want you.*
TBC
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Authors note: OH GOD!!!!!!!!!! I NEVER EXPECTED TO TAKE THAT LONG!! I am so freakin freakin freakin sorry!! *falls over herself, apologizing* I promise that the next update will be a huge amount quicker!! Its just.I don't really have a real excuse besides that finals were this week and I've been horribly busy lately! But I just want to let you know that since it's now officially summer (or will be next week) I'll have a huge amount of time for my writing.!!
And now for those lovely LOVELY people who reviewed the last chapter *smile*
Elvin Ice Angel: hey! I'm glad you decided to find my story (however randomely. *laughs*) and I do love Herm/Draco although not near as much as I love Draco/Gin. they're jus SO cute!! *laughs* Thank you for reviewing, and I hope this chapter is good enough for you *smile*
Aku_Neko: I love writing Draco and I really hope that this chapter isn't so OOC. *soft smile* and I would have loved it if Ron walked in on them kissing, but what's the fun in that? They're not ready to kiss yet! They're *coughs* kind of fighting at the moment. cuz Draco's *slaps a hand over her mouth and then whispers through the fingers* jealous!!!
Superhpfreak: Thank you!! I never really thought this was that well written, but I have definitely enjoyed writing it. *big smile* I hope you enjoy reading the rest of this.
Cari Green: I'm glad you enjoy this story! It's such a pleasure writing for fans who actually like my work ^.^
Kerbi: I hope you do like this *grin* and no, we can't screw Justin (we want Draco!! *laughs insanely*) he's a huge plot aspect thingy. (even though this story was written with no pre-writing whatsoever. I should probably do that, don't you think?) hehe.. I like the diary spell idea! I wish I could do that ....
I think my friends would approach me if I made drastic changes like Mione- luv did. Mind you, they'd all probably be the way that Ron did it, but still. It takes a lot of courage to tell your friends things they don't want to hear, and I hate doing it. But I think that you're friendship becomes stronger because of it.
*starts to giggle and pats Akira's purdy little head* Ron, NO! If you touch her I promise you you'll be stuck in a yaoi story with Duo Maxwell and his closet! *starts to plot the story in her mind and watches him walk away slowly a pout on his face*
Ah, well, as much as I'd like to reply to the rest of your BEAUTIFULLY written review, I need to post this! I love you so very very much and I can't wait to read your review for this chapter! *big grin*
SilverDragoN780: Hiya Alice!! Yeah, Pepsi goes to my head REALLY fast *starts to giggle* see, after writing the first para or so of this story I ended up leaving it alone for the past month or so *big sweat drop* and then Mom brought home Pepsi Twist two nights ago, and this is the result! Y'know what? French music is kinda creepy! *laughs* but for some strange reason I can't stop listening to it. *sigh* I don't even SPEAK French.. Wow, I'm getting a lot of Déjà vu. *looks around all creeped out like* alrighty, well, now that you've got a screen name I'd love to write something with you *big smile*
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So guys, if you review (OMG THE EVIL FRENCH SONG IS BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!) you get a written thank you! Reviews are great, but criticism kicks butt (especially if they are very very nice about it! I don't want to make an ass of myself in front of you all, especially since I don't catch a lot of things till sweethearts out there point them out for me!!)
I hope the next chapter will come sooner and you should read some of my other stories as well! I love you all,
Alexandria