A/N: I am so very sorry that I took so long to update! I had to go to
kickboxing lessons all this week. Anyways, here are my thanks to reviewers:
Subzer0-degrees: Lots and lotsa luck on exams!!!
Jilly-87: I'm still updating, thanks!
Angel79- Draco's dad will come in later.. I think..
Someoneelse: thanks (
Dracohermioneluver: I live for these compliments, lol.
Firehottie: thanks
Naoko Ten'ou- haha, thanks.
Ace7- lol, I like fluffiness 2.
Tessa Celest: I'll keep that in mind.
Next Chapter..*****************************************************
Hermione's POV
I rummaged through my drawer. There were absolutely NO more clothes, unless you counted the florescent pink miniskirt I got from my eccentric aunt on my mother's side. We hadn't done the laundry in weeks. Thank goodness it was Sunday, so I had time to do it. I went to the bathroom and looked at the laundry basket. It was overflowing and clothes were strewn all around it. I sighed and went to pick it up and bring it to the basement.
I tried to lift it, but it wouldn't budge. Who would've thought that a few weeks of laundry was almost heavier than me! I went to Draco's bedroom to ask him to bring the laundry downstairs. Now, usually I wouldn't want to proclaim myself as weak, but this was an emergency. Or, in other words, a 'fashion emergency' if your name was Parvati Patil. He was still sleeping on his bed. I smiled; he was lying there with his golden hair spread around him. Then, I noticed that he had had no shirt on! I stared at his toned chest, but tripping over his black t-shirt on the floor broke me out of my trance.
I frowned and remembered what I came in here to do. "Draco!" I said, shaking him to wake him up. He turned over to face the wall and mumbled some incomprehensible words. "Draco!!" I tried again, shaking him. He didn't budge. I smiled, evilly. This time, I got on his bed and jumped up and down, shaking it. I yelled, "WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP!" He had it in for him. He shot up, staring unfocused at me for a few seconds. When he finally adjusted to the world of the living, he groaned. "What did I do to deserve this?" He asked me.
"Nothing, actually." I responded, calmly. "I was actually in the mood to pour cold water on your head, but I'm not that cruel." I smiled. "I only wanted you to come help me bring the laundry basket downstairs." I added innocently. He glared at me, and got up out of the bed, and folded his arms across his chest. "That's it?" He cried incredulously.
"Please??" I asked putting my arms around his waist and looking up to his face. Now, usually I wasn't this straightforward, but I was desperate. Do you think I wanted to look like some groupie slut? That got him. "Fine." He huffed. I kissed him on the cheek, and gave him a grateful smile.
"That's the best you can do?" He asked.
"Are you kidding? With that morning breath, your lucky I even came that close to your mouth."
He laughed, and went to the bathroom to help me.
Draco's POV
I had just finished bringing the laundry to the basement. "What did we put in there?" I asked myself incredulously. Damn, it was heavy! And that's coming from me! I finished brushing my teeth, and went to my room. No clothes, I realized. I went downstairs to get myself a bite to eat. I brought my cup of coffee to the living room where Hermione was watching the morning news. "What do you want to do today?" I asked her.
She shrugged. "Nothing, until we get out clothes back." She told me. I nodded and leaned my head on the armrest. We must've been there a long time, because suddenly, I heard a loud beep, which nearly made me jump out of my skin. "Yes! The laundry's ready!" Hermione cheered. I went downstairs with her to the basement to help her bring up the clothes to the living room. After all that manual, exhausting work, I collapsed on the couch. "You have to help fold our clothes." Hermione told me. "Fold our clothes???" I asked her incredulously.
"Yep."
"But I'm tired and I don't want to do this." I whined.
"Then, what do you want to do?"
"Snog you." I said. Not caring, if I was blunt.
"Fine." She said. "If you hurry up and fold, then maybe."
Hermione's POV
That got him to speed up. By the time we were done, it only took half an hour. It was a lot of clothes. I was surprised he even knew how to fold clothes, but didn't question it. We brought up our clothes to put away in our drawers, which took another fifteen minutes. "I'm finished!" I cheered silently to myself as I flopped down tiredly on the couch. This took a lot out of you. Draco came down next to me, and grinned cheekily at me. That got me confused, until I remembered that I told him that we could have a serious snogging session. I rolled my eyes at him and went to sit on his lap.
And then, I melted, again. Right there on his lap when his lips touched mine. This time, fiery, passionate kisses were shared, tongues searching each other's mouths. Stopping for breath, I leaned on his chest listening to the heavy breathing. Then, I made the first move this time and kissed him, again. This went on for probably an hour, until an owl came in through the open window and dropped a letter on us. We broke apart gasping for breath while I fumbled to open the letter while Draco's arms went around my waist.
I realized it was from Dumbledore, telling from the loopy handwriting and the green ink. This is what it said:
Dear Mr. Malfoy and Ms. Granger,
I hope I'm not interrupting you, (Draco snorted when he read this part) but I would like to inform you that your friends might be visiting this Halloween. I would like your consent if it is okay, and if it is, we will be sending them down to visit you on October, 31st. Reply as soon as possible when you are finished with your 'business'.
Sincerely, Headmaster Dumbledore.
I blushed as soon as I read the last sentence. "The crazy senile old coot with nothing better to do has been spying on us??" I heard Draco cry. Apparently, he had the same thoughts as me. I tried to defend the headmaster, although, I was a little embarrassed. "It's probably just a coincidence." I said trying to convince him, not to mention, myself.
"It damn better be." He snarled. I could tell that he wasn't a big fan of the Headmaster.
"Well, anyways," I said trying to change the subject. "Do you want to invite your friends over for Halloween?" I asked. He snorted. "Crabbe and Goyle?" He asked, rolling his eyes.
"Don't you have other friends?" I asked wrinkling my nose in disgust.
"Zambini and Palisate."
"Fine, we can invite them, and I'll invite Ron, Harry, and Ginny."
"Not Scarhead and the weasels.." He whined.
I gave him 'the look'. "Those are MY friends!" I said defensively.
He saw the dark look on my face and said, "Look, I'm sorry. You can invite them, but that won't make me be nice to them, okay?"
I ignored the second part, and quickly wrote a reply to Dumbledore. I tied it onto the leg of the very impatient owl that had been waiting for us to finish our conversation. It flew out the window and out of sight.
Dumbledore's POV
I gazed into a glass bowl filled with a glowing liquid and watched as Draco and Hermione read my letter, still with faces flushed red and hair disheveled. I knew I was spying, but these two never ceased to amaze me. First, they would rather commit suicide than spend a day together, and now, they were snogging each other to death! "Albus?" I heard Severus ask, from the place where he sat in front of my desk. "What are you doing?" I smiled, my eyes twinkling, and responded. "Oh, just watching Hogwart's famous rivals make up. Or should I say make out?" Severus stared at me, wide eyed. Then after a few moments of silence, he said, "Move over! I have GOT to see this!"
Draco's POV
"Great, I have to see my enemies for Halloween." He thought darkly. But the jubilant smile on Hermione's face made me smile. "I'm going to make lunch." She said getting up off my lap. I went upstairs to take a shower. Refreshed, and clean, I made my way downstairs towards the smell of macaroni and cheese. I sat down on the stool with my food, and ate. Hermione looked up at me and asked, "Do you want to go to the park?" I nodded. There was nothing better to do anyways.
Twenty minutes later, we were walking in the park, hand in hand. A slight breeze whistled it's way through the tall trees. It was a busy place. Rollerbladers, bike-riders, and mothers with strollers all occupied the park. Smells of hot dogs and pretzels wafted through the air. People drawing portraits and caricatures were sitting lazily on their benches and chairs. We got a pretzel and shared, while sitting on a bench. My eyes wandered lazily observing the people around us. One guy was trying to soothe his daughter who had just skinned her knee. An old woman was practicing yoga on the grass. And a young woman was out walking with her dog.
Then, we got up and Hermione asked me if I wanted to have a caricature of myself drawn. I shrugged, not caring, not even knowing what it was. She dragged me over to the nearest stand and we sat down on the bench. Ten minutes later, the large woman handed the finished drawing to Hermione. We got up and continued walking along the cemented pathway through the park. She giggled as she looked at it. I leaned over and looked to see what she was laughing about.
Hermione's POV
The look on Draco's face was hilarious. He looked appalled and shocked at the picture. He burst out, "My nose isn't that big!" he said defensively. I laughed at his face and told him, "It's a caricature! They're supposed to make you look out of proportion!"
"Well, it's not funny."
"Yes it is." I told him and kissed him lightly.
That night, I kept the picture and hung it up on the wall laughing, myself to sleep as I stared at it.
A/N: Don't expect the chapters to be as long next time; I only did it to make up for lost time. REVIEW!
Subzer0-degrees: Lots and lotsa luck on exams!!!
Jilly-87: I'm still updating, thanks!
Angel79- Draco's dad will come in later.. I think..
Someoneelse: thanks (
Dracohermioneluver: I live for these compliments, lol.
Firehottie: thanks
Naoko Ten'ou- haha, thanks.
Ace7- lol, I like fluffiness 2.
Tessa Celest: I'll keep that in mind.
Next Chapter..*****************************************************
Hermione's POV
I rummaged through my drawer. There were absolutely NO more clothes, unless you counted the florescent pink miniskirt I got from my eccentric aunt on my mother's side. We hadn't done the laundry in weeks. Thank goodness it was Sunday, so I had time to do it. I went to the bathroom and looked at the laundry basket. It was overflowing and clothes were strewn all around it. I sighed and went to pick it up and bring it to the basement.
I tried to lift it, but it wouldn't budge. Who would've thought that a few weeks of laundry was almost heavier than me! I went to Draco's bedroom to ask him to bring the laundry downstairs. Now, usually I wouldn't want to proclaim myself as weak, but this was an emergency. Or, in other words, a 'fashion emergency' if your name was Parvati Patil. He was still sleeping on his bed. I smiled; he was lying there with his golden hair spread around him. Then, I noticed that he had had no shirt on! I stared at his toned chest, but tripping over his black t-shirt on the floor broke me out of my trance.
I frowned and remembered what I came in here to do. "Draco!" I said, shaking him to wake him up. He turned over to face the wall and mumbled some incomprehensible words. "Draco!!" I tried again, shaking him. He didn't budge. I smiled, evilly. This time, I got on his bed and jumped up and down, shaking it. I yelled, "WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP!" He had it in for him. He shot up, staring unfocused at me for a few seconds. When he finally adjusted to the world of the living, he groaned. "What did I do to deserve this?" He asked me.
"Nothing, actually." I responded, calmly. "I was actually in the mood to pour cold water on your head, but I'm not that cruel." I smiled. "I only wanted you to come help me bring the laundry basket downstairs." I added innocently. He glared at me, and got up out of the bed, and folded his arms across his chest. "That's it?" He cried incredulously.
"Please??" I asked putting my arms around his waist and looking up to his face. Now, usually I wasn't this straightforward, but I was desperate. Do you think I wanted to look like some groupie slut? That got him. "Fine." He huffed. I kissed him on the cheek, and gave him a grateful smile.
"That's the best you can do?" He asked.
"Are you kidding? With that morning breath, your lucky I even came that close to your mouth."
He laughed, and went to the bathroom to help me.
Draco's POV
I had just finished bringing the laundry to the basement. "What did we put in there?" I asked myself incredulously. Damn, it was heavy! And that's coming from me! I finished brushing my teeth, and went to my room. No clothes, I realized. I went downstairs to get myself a bite to eat. I brought my cup of coffee to the living room where Hermione was watching the morning news. "What do you want to do today?" I asked her.
She shrugged. "Nothing, until we get out clothes back." She told me. I nodded and leaned my head on the armrest. We must've been there a long time, because suddenly, I heard a loud beep, which nearly made me jump out of my skin. "Yes! The laundry's ready!" Hermione cheered. I went downstairs with her to the basement to help her bring up the clothes to the living room. After all that manual, exhausting work, I collapsed on the couch. "You have to help fold our clothes." Hermione told me. "Fold our clothes???" I asked her incredulously.
"Yep."
"But I'm tired and I don't want to do this." I whined.
"Then, what do you want to do?"
"Snog you." I said. Not caring, if I was blunt.
"Fine." She said. "If you hurry up and fold, then maybe."
Hermione's POV
That got him to speed up. By the time we were done, it only took half an hour. It was a lot of clothes. I was surprised he even knew how to fold clothes, but didn't question it. We brought up our clothes to put away in our drawers, which took another fifteen minutes. "I'm finished!" I cheered silently to myself as I flopped down tiredly on the couch. This took a lot out of you. Draco came down next to me, and grinned cheekily at me. That got me confused, until I remembered that I told him that we could have a serious snogging session. I rolled my eyes at him and went to sit on his lap.
And then, I melted, again. Right there on his lap when his lips touched mine. This time, fiery, passionate kisses were shared, tongues searching each other's mouths. Stopping for breath, I leaned on his chest listening to the heavy breathing. Then, I made the first move this time and kissed him, again. This went on for probably an hour, until an owl came in through the open window and dropped a letter on us. We broke apart gasping for breath while I fumbled to open the letter while Draco's arms went around my waist.
I realized it was from Dumbledore, telling from the loopy handwriting and the green ink. This is what it said:
Dear Mr. Malfoy and Ms. Granger,
I hope I'm not interrupting you, (Draco snorted when he read this part) but I would like to inform you that your friends might be visiting this Halloween. I would like your consent if it is okay, and if it is, we will be sending them down to visit you on October, 31st. Reply as soon as possible when you are finished with your 'business'.
Sincerely, Headmaster Dumbledore.
I blushed as soon as I read the last sentence. "The crazy senile old coot with nothing better to do has been spying on us??" I heard Draco cry. Apparently, he had the same thoughts as me. I tried to defend the headmaster, although, I was a little embarrassed. "It's probably just a coincidence." I said trying to convince him, not to mention, myself.
"It damn better be." He snarled. I could tell that he wasn't a big fan of the Headmaster.
"Well, anyways," I said trying to change the subject. "Do you want to invite your friends over for Halloween?" I asked. He snorted. "Crabbe and Goyle?" He asked, rolling his eyes.
"Don't you have other friends?" I asked wrinkling my nose in disgust.
"Zambini and Palisate."
"Fine, we can invite them, and I'll invite Ron, Harry, and Ginny."
"Not Scarhead and the weasels.." He whined.
I gave him 'the look'. "Those are MY friends!" I said defensively.
He saw the dark look on my face and said, "Look, I'm sorry. You can invite them, but that won't make me be nice to them, okay?"
I ignored the second part, and quickly wrote a reply to Dumbledore. I tied it onto the leg of the very impatient owl that had been waiting for us to finish our conversation. It flew out the window and out of sight.
Dumbledore's POV
I gazed into a glass bowl filled with a glowing liquid and watched as Draco and Hermione read my letter, still with faces flushed red and hair disheveled. I knew I was spying, but these two never ceased to amaze me. First, they would rather commit suicide than spend a day together, and now, they were snogging each other to death! "Albus?" I heard Severus ask, from the place where he sat in front of my desk. "What are you doing?" I smiled, my eyes twinkling, and responded. "Oh, just watching Hogwart's famous rivals make up. Or should I say make out?" Severus stared at me, wide eyed. Then after a few moments of silence, he said, "Move over! I have GOT to see this!"
Draco's POV
"Great, I have to see my enemies for Halloween." He thought darkly. But the jubilant smile on Hermione's face made me smile. "I'm going to make lunch." She said getting up off my lap. I went upstairs to take a shower. Refreshed, and clean, I made my way downstairs towards the smell of macaroni and cheese. I sat down on the stool with my food, and ate. Hermione looked up at me and asked, "Do you want to go to the park?" I nodded. There was nothing better to do anyways.
Twenty minutes later, we were walking in the park, hand in hand. A slight breeze whistled it's way through the tall trees. It was a busy place. Rollerbladers, bike-riders, and mothers with strollers all occupied the park. Smells of hot dogs and pretzels wafted through the air. People drawing portraits and caricatures were sitting lazily on their benches and chairs. We got a pretzel and shared, while sitting on a bench. My eyes wandered lazily observing the people around us. One guy was trying to soothe his daughter who had just skinned her knee. An old woman was practicing yoga on the grass. And a young woman was out walking with her dog.
Then, we got up and Hermione asked me if I wanted to have a caricature of myself drawn. I shrugged, not caring, not even knowing what it was. She dragged me over to the nearest stand and we sat down on the bench. Ten minutes later, the large woman handed the finished drawing to Hermione. We got up and continued walking along the cemented pathway through the park. She giggled as she looked at it. I leaned over and looked to see what she was laughing about.
Hermione's POV
The look on Draco's face was hilarious. He looked appalled and shocked at the picture. He burst out, "My nose isn't that big!" he said defensively. I laughed at his face and told him, "It's a caricature! They're supposed to make you look out of proportion!"
"Well, it's not funny."
"Yes it is." I told him and kissed him lightly.
That night, I kept the picture and hung it up on the wall laughing, myself to sleep as I stared at it.
A/N: Don't expect the chapters to be as long next time; I only did it to make up for lost time. REVIEW!