Disclaimer: Okay I realize this has nothing to do with Harry Potter, but I
OWN JOHNNY DEPP AND CPT. JACK SPARROW... yeah... in my dreams... actually,
I do in my dreams.... anyways...
AN: Okay... Sorry to say this... but I'm kinda sick of writing this FanFic. I know how I'm ending it and you ALL, well except for Mia and Nikki and Parker, will be totally shocked about the outcome. I've really liked writing this, but I'm sick of Harry Potter right now... anyways... just thought I'd give you the head's up... the end is coming soon... probably five or six more chapters. Well... here's chapter eleven.
*~* Evanescent Enchantment *~*
*~*~* Chapter Eleven: Dirty Minds Think Alike/Hermione's True Thoughts *~*~*
Hermione's mouth was left agape at Draco's answer. "We have to go where?" she stammered.
"My house. Are you okay?" he said cautiously.
"But Draco... You told me to never..." her voice trailed as she completely ignored his concerned question.
"I told you to never what?" he asked, prying for more information.
"Uh... Never mind. When did you want to go?" she questioned.
"Can we go tomorrow maybe? I mean, I know you have to go to that party tonight, but maybe tomorrow afternoon?" he suggested.
"I have to go to a party? No, Draco. WE have to go to a party. You're coming with me so I can show you off and make my friends jealous!"
"Oh, so you're using me to be popular?" he joked.
"No... My friends thought Dan was the hottest guy ever and that none of us could find a hotter guy. So we made this bet that whichever one of us has the hottest boyfriend at Christmas gets the cash," she explained.
"What's the wager?" he asked intently.
"Twenty shillings each, and there's six of us, so the winner walks away with a hottie and gets 120 shillings," she informed him.
"If it were up to me, I'd say you win," Draco said, drawing Hermione into his arms with a smile.
"Yeah, I think I'll win too, but it's up to a few of our other friends. They'll vote after they've seen all of the contestants, in other words, the boyfriends," she replied, looking deeply into his seductive grey eyes.
"Oh, I see. So, when does this shindig start?"
Glancing at the clock, Hermione gasped and exclaimed, "It started half an hour ago!"
As she and Draco rushed to prepare for the party, they were both awe-struck at the looks of one-another.
Hermione had emerged from her room wearing a short dark brown skirt, a tight baby blue sweater, knee-high boots, and sparkles on her hair and face. Her hair was straight with light bouncy curls at the ends. 'Hogwart's robes definitely do her body no good,' he thought with a smirk.
Draco was wearing baggy khaki pants, held up with a belt with small silver spikes, a somewhat loose black sweater, a chain around his neck, and his hair, which Hermione was surprised at, was spiked. The only way she had seen him do his hair was slicked back, the way he always wore it at school. 'Damn, he's hot!' she secretly said.
"Ready to go, hot thing?" he asked, grinning.
"Of course! Let me grab my jacket and my purse, okay?" she asked as she re- entered her bedroom.
"Do I really have a choice?" he called after her.
She was carrying a small brown handbag and a black leather jacket when she re-emerged. "I'm ready for you to escort me to this fine affair, young sir," she said, mocking properness.
"Who are you and what have you done with Hermione, Miss Manners?" he said jokingly.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Fashionably late as usual!" a dark-haired girl said, pulling the front door of the large house open when Draco rang the doorbell.
"Hey Tiff! How are you?" Hermione asked, giving her best Muggle friend a hug.
"Great, now that you've brought Mr. Hottie with you," she declared after spotting Draco. "Aren't you going to introduce me to this fine specimen of man that you've found?"
"Sorry... This is my boyfriend, Draco Malfoy. Draco, this is my best friend, Tiffany Smythe. I've known her since we were in diapers," she introduced the two.
"That was a little bit of an over-share, Mione," Draco smirked.
"Well, come on. All of the other betters are here, so your man needs to get in line. They're waiting in the spare bedroom," Tiffany told the couple.
"Come on, Draco. You're gonna win me some money!" she said excitedly.
The voters were hard-pressed to find a guy out of the other five that even came close to the hotness of Draco, so Hermione automatically won.
Being the lady that she was, and since it was Draco's fault that she won, she offered to split the winnings with him, but he declined her offer, saying that she was the one who deserved it.
"But why do I deserve it? Your good looks got me the money," she said to him.
"How many times do I have to tell you?" Draco replied jokingly. "If you hadn't gotten so damn hot over the past couple years, I wouldn't be here! Well... and if you were a total dead-beat I wouldn't be here, but I can rule that out," he added with a smile.
"Are you really that shallow?" Hermione asked sarcastically.
"I don't know... Am I? Or am I just dense?"
"Draco... Sorry to say this, but... both."
"Ouch. That wasn't very nice, Mione. I think you should take me out for ice cream... You hurt my feelings," he responded.
"Fine, but only if I can eat the ice cream out of your mouth," she countered with kinkiness.
"Ooooh... I like the way you think, Granger. A little kinky, but I can work with that... an add-lib if you'd like!" he quipped with a sly grin.
"You dirty, nasty man you, Draco!" she replied.
"Hey, you started it! But I'll finish it!"
"Sounds like a good game... Let's go to my house right now and play! My parental units aren't home you know..."
"How much time does that give us then?" Draco asked graciously.
AN: Yeah... there's that... gotta go to the movies again... need Johnny dose for the day... wait... I'm getting my Johnny dose later... oh well... need Johnny and Orli dose for tomorrow... ;-) ttyl... sorry bout the time between updates! ~Dangles~
AN: Okay... Sorry to say this... but I'm kinda sick of writing this FanFic. I know how I'm ending it and you ALL, well except for Mia and Nikki and Parker, will be totally shocked about the outcome. I've really liked writing this, but I'm sick of Harry Potter right now... anyways... just thought I'd give you the head's up... the end is coming soon... probably five or six more chapters. Well... here's chapter eleven.
*~* Evanescent Enchantment *~*
*~*~* Chapter Eleven: Dirty Minds Think Alike/Hermione's True Thoughts *~*~*
Hermione's mouth was left agape at Draco's answer. "We have to go where?" she stammered.
"My house. Are you okay?" he said cautiously.
"But Draco... You told me to never..." her voice trailed as she completely ignored his concerned question.
"I told you to never what?" he asked, prying for more information.
"Uh... Never mind. When did you want to go?" she questioned.
"Can we go tomorrow maybe? I mean, I know you have to go to that party tonight, but maybe tomorrow afternoon?" he suggested.
"I have to go to a party? No, Draco. WE have to go to a party. You're coming with me so I can show you off and make my friends jealous!"
"Oh, so you're using me to be popular?" he joked.
"No... My friends thought Dan was the hottest guy ever and that none of us could find a hotter guy. So we made this bet that whichever one of us has the hottest boyfriend at Christmas gets the cash," she explained.
"What's the wager?" he asked intently.
"Twenty shillings each, and there's six of us, so the winner walks away with a hottie and gets 120 shillings," she informed him.
"If it were up to me, I'd say you win," Draco said, drawing Hermione into his arms with a smile.
"Yeah, I think I'll win too, but it's up to a few of our other friends. They'll vote after they've seen all of the contestants, in other words, the boyfriends," she replied, looking deeply into his seductive grey eyes.
"Oh, I see. So, when does this shindig start?"
Glancing at the clock, Hermione gasped and exclaimed, "It started half an hour ago!"
As she and Draco rushed to prepare for the party, they were both awe-struck at the looks of one-another.
Hermione had emerged from her room wearing a short dark brown skirt, a tight baby blue sweater, knee-high boots, and sparkles on her hair and face. Her hair was straight with light bouncy curls at the ends. 'Hogwart's robes definitely do her body no good,' he thought with a smirk.
Draco was wearing baggy khaki pants, held up with a belt with small silver spikes, a somewhat loose black sweater, a chain around his neck, and his hair, which Hermione was surprised at, was spiked. The only way she had seen him do his hair was slicked back, the way he always wore it at school. 'Damn, he's hot!' she secretly said.
"Ready to go, hot thing?" he asked, grinning.
"Of course! Let me grab my jacket and my purse, okay?" she asked as she re- entered her bedroom.
"Do I really have a choice?" he called after her.
She was carrying a small brown handbag and a black leather jacket when she re-emerged. "I'm ready for you to escort me to this fine affair, young sir," she said, mocking properness.
"Who are you and what have you done with Hermione, Miss Manners?" he said jokingly.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Fashionably late as usual!" a dark-haired girl said, pulling the front door of the large house open when Draco rang the doorbell.
"Hey Tiff! How are you?" Hermione asked, giving her best Muggle friend a hug.
"Great, now that you've brought Mr. Hottie with you," she declared after spotting Draco. "Aren't you going to introduce me to this fine specimen of man that you've found?"
"Sorry... This is my boyfriend, Draco Malfoy. Draco, this is my best friend, Tiffany Smythe. I've known her since we were in diapers," she introduced the two.
"That was a little bit of an over-share, Mione," Draco smirked.
"Well, come on. All of the other betters are here, so your man needs to get in line. They're waiting in the spare bedroom," Tiffany told the couple.
"Come on, Draco. You're gonna win me some money!" she said excitedly.
The voters were hard-pressed to find a guy out of the other five that even came close to the hotness of Draco, so Hermione automatically won.
Being the lady that she was, and since it was Draco's fault that she won, she offered to split the winnings with him, but he declined her offer, saying that she was the one who deserved it.
"But why do I deserve it? Your good looks got me the money," she said to him.
"How many times do I have to tell you?" Draco replied jokingly. "If you hadn't gotten so damn hot over the past couple years, I wouldn't be here! Well... and if you were a total dead-beat I wouldn't be here, but I can rule that out," he added with a smile.
"Are you really that shallow?" Hermione asked sarcastically.
"I don't know... Am I? Or am I just dense?"
"Draco... Sorry to say this, but... both."
"Ouch. That wasn't very nice, Mione. I think you should take me out for ice cream... You hurt my feelings," he responded.
"Fine, but only if I can eat the ice cream out of your mouth," she countered with kinkiness.
"Ooooh... I like the way you think, Granger. A little kinky, but I can work with that... an add-lib if you'd like!" he quipped with a sly grin.
"You dirty, nasty man you, Draco!" she replied.
"Hey, you started it! But I'll finish it!"
"Sounds like a good game... Let's go to my house right now and play! My parental units aren't home you know..."
"How much time does that give us then?" Draco asked graciously.
AN: Yeah... there's that... gotta go to the movies again... need Johnny dose for the day... wait... I'm getting my Johnny dose later... oh well... need Johnny and Orli dose for tomorrow... ;-) ttyl... sorry bout the time between updates! ~Dangles~