Ron's POV
I couldn't believe Harry had done that to me. What an ass. I thought I was his best friend. How long had he waited? Why didn't he come to me first thing? The questions ran through my head faster than I could process. They went so fast, I didn't take the time to think about them. I just mumbled to Proffessor Trelwany that Harry wouldn't be coming to class. I think she started predicting his death sooner than I mentioned it. I couldn't believe I had hit him. I had hit him harder than I had ever hit anyone before in my life. It felt good and I couldn't understand why.
I managed to zombi my way through divination without paying attention to the questions in my head, but when I left the classroom, my brain started to process what was going on. All my years at Hogwarts, there were two girls I knew I could never have because of Harry. They were Hermione and Cho (Not that I ever had a chance with them or any other girls). I knew that Harry knew there were two girls he could never touch. They were Hermione and Ginny (he could have had just about any other girl though, but I didn't think Harry knew what kind of good fortune his fame brought him). Those were the rules and the rules were not meant to be broken. But Harry broke the rules. And now it was my turn.
Hermione's POV
"Let's just get started," Malfoy said pulling out a piece of parchment.
Malfoy smirked the whole time we worked and I couldn't understand why. The project was annoying, and he was annoying, but he was hott too. Very hott. At one point, he took off his cloak and rolled up his sleeves, revealing what appeared to be the beginning of a tattoo on his left arm. I wanted to see it. Was it the Dark Mark? "Do you really want to see, Mudblood?" he asked me after a moment.
I nodded. I loved the sound of his voice, even when he did insult me. He pushed up his sleeve to reveal... a crystal rose. The faint outline changed colours. "Are you happy now?" He asked. I took in a deep breath. I had not been expecting something so... sophisticated.
"I like it." I touched my finger to it and traced the outline without thinking. I pulled back. Why had I touched him?
"Go ahead, Granger. You can admire my handy work." He said.
"You did it yourself?" I asked.
"Yeah, you want one?" He asked.
"Actually, I do. Could you do it?" I asked, knowing it would shock him.
He gave me the look I was expecting. But it then changed to a smirk, "Sure. Why don't I do it for you after class in the common room?" He said, knowing that we both had the next period free, supposedly to work on head duties. I was surprised he didn't add 'Mudblood' or 'Granger' out of bitterness.
Draco's POV
Hermione and I sat in the common room. "Where do you want it?" I asked her.
"Well..." She paused, "I've been thinking about getting a tattoo for a long time, and I told myself that when I got it... it would be..."
"Oh god, Granger, the suspense is killing me." I said sarcastically, already knowing where she wanted her tattoo. She'd been thinking about how to tell me since she had seen mine in class.
"Well, ok, do you think you could do it here." She said pulling down her shirt a bit to reveal the top of her breast.
I didn't show it on my face, but that made me very happy, "I can, but your blouse would be in the way." I already knew she had planned that out too.
"I'm wearing a bra, Malfoy." She said.
I smirked, "Alright then," I paused and cleared my throat. "Let's get started, um, what do you want?"
"How about... A dragon?" She said.
I smirked, my name means dragon in latin. "Do you want it to be curled up... above your um... breasts or do you want it... down your front?" I asked slightly nerved.
She cleared her throat as well, "Down my front."
I screamed a mentally "YES!!!"and said aloud, "Ok, right then, let's start this."
She lifted her blouse. A shiver went up me. I reached for my magicked tattooing needle I had created over the summer. "This won't hurt much." I looked at her, "Are you ready?"
"Yeah. Yeah I am." She said looking into my eyes.
Hermione's POV
I watched him work. There was light in his eyes that hadn't been there before. His cool fingers ran along my chest with ease that made my mind float to places it shouldn't have been and my eyes wonder from his face. He made hardly a sound until he was done, and when he was, he smirked, stood back and admired what he had done.
"Do you like it?" he asked.
I looked into the mirror he held up, "Yes, I do, very much. I love dragons."
His smirk widened, "You know my name means dragon in Latin, right?"
I just smiled at him, "Thank you, Draco." I said and walked to my room. And then my thoughts turned back to Harry. What was he going to say?
I couldn't believe Harry had done that to me. What an ass. I thought I was his best friend. How long had he waited? Why didn't he come to me first thing? The questions ran through my head faster than I could process. They went so fast, I didn't take the time to think about them. I just mumbled to Proffessor Trelwany that Harry wouldn't be coming to class. I think she started predicting his death sooner than I mentioned it. I couldn't believe I had hit him. I had hit him harder than I had ever hit anyone before in my life. It felt good and I couldn't understand why.
I managed to zombi my way through divination without paying attention to the questions in my head, but when I left the classroom, my brain started to process what was going on. All my years at Hogwarts, there were two girls I knew I could never have because of Harry. They were Hermione and Cho (Not that I ever had a chance with them or any other girls). I knew that Harry knew there were two girls he could never touch. They were Hermione and Ginny (he could have had just about any other girl though, but I didn't think Harry knew what kind of good fortune his fame brought him). Those were the rules and the rules were not meant to be broken. But Harry broke the rules. And now it was my turn.
Hermione's POV
"Let's just get started," Malfoy said pulling out a piece of parchment.
Malfoy smirked the whole time we worked and I couldn't understand why. The project was annoying, and he was annoying, but he was hott too. Very hott. At one point, he took off his cloak and rolled up his sleeves, revealing what appeared to be the beginning of a tattoo on his left arm. I wanted to see it. Was it the Dark Mark? "Do you really want to see, Mudblood?" he asked me after a moment.
I nodded. I loved the sound of his voice, even when he did insult me. He pushed up his sleeve to reveal... a crystal rose. The faint outline changed colours. "Are you happy now?" He asked. I took in a deep breath. I had not been expecting something so... sophisticated.
"I like it." I touched my finger to it and traced the outline without thinking. I pulled back. Why had I touched him?
"Go ahead, Granger. You can admire my handy work." He said.
"You did it yourself?" I asked.
"Yeah, you want one?" He asked.
"Actually, I do. Could you do it?" I asked, knowing it would shock him.
He gave me the look I was expecting. But it then changed to a smirk, "Sure. Why don't I do it for you after class in the common room?" He said, knowing that we both had the next period free, supposedly to work on head duties. I was surprised he didn't add 'Mudblood' or 'Granger' out of bitterness.
Draco's POV
Hermione and I sat in the common room. "Where do you want it?" I asked her.
"Well..." She paused, "I've been thinking about getting a tattoo for a long time, and I told myself that when I got it... it would be..."
"Oh god, Granger, the suspense is killing me." I said sarcastically, already knowing where she wanted her tattoo. She'd been thinking about how to tell me since she had seen mine in class.
"Well, ok, do you think you could do it here." She said pulling down her shirt a bit to reveal the top of her breast.
I didn't show it on my face, but that made me very happy, "I can, but your blouse would be in the way." I already knew she had planned that out too.
"I'm wearing a bra, Malfoy." She said.
I smirked, "Alright then," I paused and cleared my throat. "Let's get started, um, what do you want?"
"How about... A dragon?" She said.
I smirked, my name means dragon in latin. "Do you want it to be curled up... above your um... breasts or do you want it... down your front?" I asked slightly nerved.
She cleared her throat as well, "Down my front."
I screamed a mentally "YES!!!"and said aloud, "Ok, right then, let's start this."
She lifted her blouse. A shiver went up me. I reached for my magicked tattooing needle I had created over the summer. "This won't hurt much." I looked at her, "Are you ready?"
"Yeah. Yeah I am." She said looking into my eyes.
Hermione's POV
I watched him work. There was light in his eyes that hadn't been there before. His cool fingers ran along my chest with ease that made my mind float to places it shouldn't have been and my eyes wonder from his face. He made hardly a sound until he was done, and when he was, he smirked, stood back and admired what he had done.
"Do you like it?" he asked.
I looked into the mirror he held up, "Yes, I do, very much. I love dragons."
His smirk widened, "You know my name means dragon in Latin, right?"
I just smiled at him, "Thank you, Draco." I said and walked to my room. And then my thoughts turned back to Harry. What was he going to say?