A/N: Oh My God!! I got more than twenty reviews!!! Thanks to: anjlz7,
locker1198, twinglesMeMeMe13, relena333, GotSparrow, Stolen-Angel, Subzer0-
degrees, Sila-chan, dracohermioneluver, NewSecretRose, THE BOOT OF MANY
MOODS, Amara the Emerald Phoenix, DanishGirl, and sweet n chilli.
Oh, and answers to questions:
Relena333: Umm.. in about three months until they go back to Hogwarts.
Subzer0-degrees: She's going to do something like that.. I think..
Amara the Emerald Phoenix: Hmm.. that just gave me a new idea, lol..
Hope you like the new chapter..
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Draco's POV
"JINGLE BELLS! JINGLE BELLS! JINGLE ALL THE WAY!!!" Hermione sang, or more likely screamed at the top of her lungs. I groaned out loud. I knew it was almost Christmas, but I really didn't have any holiday cheer yet. Especially this early in the morning. Hermione barged into my room and jumped next to me on my bed. "Wake up Draco!!!" She cried into my ear. I groaned even louder this time. "Go away!" I mumbled into my pillow. She frowned and put her hands on her hips. "I think you are WAY to grouchy today."
I opened my eyes and faced her. "Well, I think you had WAY to much caffeine." Then I buried my head back into my pillow. She threw the covers off my bed. My god, she was acting too much like my mother. "Draaacoo.." She whined. "I want to get Christmas presents today."
"In Diagon Alley?" I couldn't help asking.
"Yep. I asked for permission from Proffesor Dumbledore and he said yes." Well, at least the old coot was worth something.
I shot up in bed. I was ready to do anything that involved magic, since I had been devoid of it for three months. She smirked knowingly. These days, my smirk seemed to rub off on her more than anything else. She was stealing my trademark smirk. I went into the bathroom to take a shower.
Hermione's POV
I knew I could get him to wake up. Draco thundered down the stairs, with his hair still dripping wet. He plopped down into the bar stool across from me and asked, "How are we getting there?"
"With floo powder." I responded. He looked so excited. The wonders magic could do to a guy like Draco Malfoy. He rushed me through my early morning coffee and ushered me towards our brick fireplace. I lit the fire and sprinkled some of the powder into it. Loudly and clearly I said, "DIAGON ALLEY!" I hit the wooden floor of the Leaky Cauldron. Draco appeared right in front of me, but in a more graceful manner, having probably done this hundreds of times. He helped me up with his hand. We walked out into the cold breathy air. It was Saturday, but Hogwarts didn't have a Hogsmeade weekend, so we were the only students. First, we walked into the quidditch shop because Draco kept insisting. I rolled my eyes. Wasn't it ironic how in muggle families, people stereotyped women to be the ones holding a broom, and in wizard families, they stereotyped men in using the brooms to fly.
He looked around eagerly like a little kid in a candy store. Running his hand over the new model brooms, his eyes roamed his surroundings. We finally emerged many hours later, (maybe I'm exaggerating) and walked into Flourish and Blotts, my favorite store. I scanned book covers while Draco went into one of the corners for some odd reason. I shrugged, and went back to my searching. I bought a Chudley Cannons History book for Ron, and a book on the odd happenings of Quidditch for Harry.
"Draco!" I called. He glanced up. "I'm going to Gladrags for a few, we'll meet back here in an hour okay?" He nodded, and I exited the store. I entered the colorful shop, taking in the bright, vivid fabrics. I found exactly what I was looking for, a pair of earrings for Ginny that changed color and shape, depending on your mood. The cashier rung it up at the register and I exited, wondering what to buy Draco. I entered a small shop tucked into the corner containing odd, mismatched items.
My eyes stopped as something caught my eye. It looked like a tiny television set, the size of my hand. "Excuse me, what does this do?" I asked a wandering salesperson.
He glanced at it and said, "It shows past football games, starting from the time the sport was invented. It's priced very cheap, since no other magic folk seems to want it. I don't even think they know what a football is." He said to me. I smiled. This was EXACTLY what I was looking for. I bought that too, and dragged all my packages outside.
Draco's POV
I put Hermione's present into the bag. She would love it. I waited outside the bookstore entrance, as I saw her lugging her many bags back from her shopping trip. She smiled gratefully at me as I helped her carry one of her bags. "Do you want to get some ice cream?" I asked.
"Okay." We walked over to Florean Fotescue's Ice Cream Parlor and sat down at one of the circular tables. "May I take your order?" The brunette waitress asked us. "I want a rainbow sherbet." I told her. Hermione looked over at the waitress and said, "Chocolate chip cookie dough please." She left us to talk. I raised an eyebrow at Hermione. "Chocolate Chip cookie dough??" God that sounded so juvenile. She did the exact same thing to me. "Rainbow sherbet??" Okay, so maybe my order wasn't exactly mature. As if ice cream WAS mature. We laughed and licked at our orders when she brought them to us. When we finished, we got up and walked for a bit along the cobblestone pathway. We kissed for a long time with my arms around her waist, and hers around my neck. Little did we know, that one of our professors was walking in the shadows.
Severus's POV
Of all my luck. I had to catch the famous couple snogging in broad daylight. It was confirmed. I needed a bucket, FAST.
Hermione's POV
The day finally ended. I was reluctant to go, but our grades depended on our stay in the muggle world. We arrived home just as the sun was setting, as we laid our gifts in front of us. "What's in that bag?" I asked, pointing at the package beside him. He smiled and said, "It's your present."
"Ooh, can I see it??" I begged.
"Nope, not yet." He said. Then he glanced at the black bag sitting beside me. "What's in there?"
"Your present. I WAS going to show you, but since you won't show me MY present, I won't show you YOURS." I said indignantly, sticking my tongue out at him. He laughed, tackling me to the ground. As he got up I said, "Do I LOOK like a football??"
We laughed yet again. Finally, I surveyed the presents after we had calmed down. Draco had bought his friends something that had to do with quidditch. Not surprisingly. I got up and stretched. It was eight o'clock already, and I didn't feel like cooking. "If you want dinner, you have to walk across the street." I told Draco, walking up the staircase.
Draco's POV
"Umm.. can I have a double cheeseburger, a large coke, and a large French fries." I told the cashier. Hey, a healthy appetite for a growing boy, as they say. They handed me my large order as I paid the muggle money to them. I walked across the street entering through our doorway, and sitting on the living room couch. I knew Hermione didn't allow me to eat in here, but what she didn't know wouldn't hurt, right? Just as I was unwrapping my cheeseburger, she came down with her hands on her hips when she saw me. "Get in the kitchen.. NOW!" She said bossily. I didn't mind. When I got myself settled on the bar stool, I asked her, "I thought you said you weren't hungry?"
"I changed my mind." She said simply, grabbing my fries.
Half an hour later, we were settled in our beds, since we had school tomorrow. I got up and went to lean on her doorframe, watching her read. When she looked up, I could tell she almost scremed. "Jesus Cristo!!" She cried in spanish. Then she muttered a long string of French and Italian curses. Who would've known her vocabulary even went this far? I laughed. How shocked Potter and Weasley would be when they found out that their bookworm friend knew vulgar words in five different languages. "It's not funny!!" She cried with a hand on her chest. I smiled amusedly and said, "Mind teaching me some of those words?"
She threw a pillow at my head, missing. I walked over and lay on her bed, hands behind my head in a lazy, uncaring fashion. She rolled her eyes at me and sat on my stomach, thinking that she would probably suffocate me. Not that it mattered, because she weighed lighter than a feather. After seeing that she wasn't making much of a difference, she got off and lay beside me, picking up her book once again. I glanced at the cover, Hogwarts a History. "How many times have you read that book??" I asked incredulously. "Hmm, I think seventeen, but that's not the point. I always miss some facts along the way. Just now, I found out that Hogwarts windows are tinted a light purple. Can you believe I missed that even after reading it all those times??" She asked.
I snorted inwardly. At least I knew she was still the bookworm I had grown to love. Right then and there, I realized how lucky I was. I gazed into her soft, chocolaty colored eyes. My life couldn't get any better than this.
A/N: Yes, yes, I know it IS fluffy. Drama to come..
Oh, and answers to questions:
Relena333: Umm.. in about three months until they go back to Hogwarts.
Subzer0-degrees: She's going to do something like that.. I think..
Amara the Emerald Phoenix: Hmm.. that just gave me a new idea, lol..
Hope you like the new chapter..
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Draco's POV
"JINGLE BELLS! JINGLE BELLS! JINGLE ALL THE WAY!!!" Hermione sang, or more likely screamed at the top of her lungs. I groaned out loud. I knew it was almost Christmas, but I really didn't have any holiday cheer yet. Especially this early in the morning. Hermione barged into my room and jumped next to me on my bed. "Wake up Draco!!!" She cried into my ear. I groaned even louder this time. "Go away!" I mumbled into my pillow. She frowned and put her hands on her hips. "I think you are WAY to grouchy today."
I opened my eyes and faced her. "Well, I think you had WAY to much caffeine." Then I buried my head back into my pillow. She threw the covers off my bed. My god, she was acting too much like my mother. "Draaacoo.." She whined. "I want to get Christmas presents today."
"In Diagon Alley?" I couldn't help asking.
"Yep. I asked for permission from Proffesor Dumbledore and he said yes." Well, at least the old coot was worth something.
I shot up in bed. I was ready to do anything that involved magic, since I had been devoid of it for three months. She smirked knowingly. These days, my smirk seemed to rub off on her more than anything else. She was stealing my trademark smirk. I went into the bathroom to take a shower.
Hermione's POV
I knew I could get him to wake up. Draco thundered down the stairs, with his hair still dripping wet. He plopped down into the bar stool across from me and asked, "How are we getting there?"
"With floo powder." I responded. He looked so excited. The wonders magic could do to a guy like Draco Malfoy. He rushed me through my early morning coffee and ushered me towards our brick fireplace. I lit the fire and sprinkled some of the powder into it. Loudly and clearly I said, "DIAGON ALLEY!" I hit the wooden floor of the Leaky Cauldron. Draco appeared right in front of me, but in a more graceful manner, having probably done this hundreds of times. He helped me up with his hand. We walked out into the cold breathy air. It was Saturday, but Hogwarts didn't have a Hogsmeade weekend, so we were the only students. First, we walked into the quidditch shop because Draco kept insisting. I rolled my eyes. Wasn't it ironic how in muggle families, people stereotyped women to be the ones holding a broom, and in wizard families, they stereotyped men in using the brooms to fly.
He looked around eagerly like a little kid in a candy store. Running his hand over the new model brooms, his eyes roamed his surroundings. We finally emerged many hours later, (maybe I'm exaggerating) and walked into Flourish and Blotts, my favorite store. I scanned book covers while Draco went into one of the corners for some odd reason. I shrugged, and went back to my searching. I bought a Chudley Cannons History book for Ron, and a book on the odd happenings of Quidditch for Harry.
"Draco!" I called. He glanced up. "I'm going to Gladrags for a few, we'll meet back here in an hour okay?" He nodded, and I exited the store. I entered the colorful shop, taking in the bright, vivid fabrics. I found exactly what I was looking for, a pair of earrings for Ginny that changed color and shape, depending on your mood. The cashier rung it up at the register and I exited, wondering what to buy Draco. I entered a small shop tucked into the corner containing odd, mismatched items.
My eyes stopped as something caught my eye. It looked like a tiny television set, the size of my hand. "Excuse me, what does this do?" I asked a wandering salesperson.
He glanced at it and said, "It shows past football games, starting from the time the sport was invented. It's priced very cheap, since no other magic folk seems to want it. I don't even think they know what a football is." He said to me. I smiled. This was EXACTLY what I was looking for. I bought that too, and dragged all my packages outside.
Draco's POV
I put Hermione's present into the bag. She would love it. I waited outside the bookstore entrance, as I saw her lugging her many bags back from her shopping trip. She smiled gratefully at me as I helped her carry one of her bags. "Do you want to get some ice cream?" I asked.
"Okay." We walked over to Florean Fotescue's Ice Cream Parlor and sat down at one of the circular tables. "May I take your order?" The brunette waitress asked us. "I want a rainbow sherbet." I told her. Hermione looked over at the waitress and said, "Chocolate chip cookie dough please." She left us to talk. I raised an eyebrow at Hermione. "Chocolate Chip cookie dough??" God that sounded so juvenile. She did the exact same thing to me. "Rainbow sherbet??" Okay, so maybe my order wasn't exactly mature. As if ice cream WAS mature. We laughed and licked at our orders when she brought them to us. When we finished, we got up and walked for a bit along the cobblestone pathway. We kissed for a long time with my arms around her waist, and hers around my neck. Little did we know, that one of our professors was walking in the shadows.
Severus's POV
Of all my luck. I had to catch the famous couple snogging in broad daylight. It was confirmed. I needed a bucket, FAST.
Hermione's POV
The day finally ended. I was reluctant to go, but our grades depended on our stay in the muggle world. We arrived home just as the sun was setting, as we laid our gifts in front of us. "What's in that bag?" I asked, pointing at the package beside him. He smiled and said, "It's your present."
"Ooh, can I see it??" I begged.
"Nope, not yet." He said. Then he glanced at the black bag sitting beside me. "What's in there?"
"Your present. I WAS going to show you, but since you won't show me MY present, I won't show you YOURS." I said indignantly, sticking my tongue out at him. He laughed, tackling me to the ground. As he got up I said, "Do I LOOK like a football??"
We laughed yet again. Finally, I surveyed the presents after we had calmed down. Draco had bought his friends something that had to do with quidditch. Not surprisingly. I got up and stretched. It was eight o'clock already, and I didn't feel like cooking. "If you want dinner, you have to walk across the street." I told Draco, walking up the staircase.
Draco's POV
"Umm.. can I have a double cheeseburger, a large coke, and a large French fries." I told the cashier. Hey, a healthy appetite for a growing boy, as they say. They handed me my large order as I paid the muggle money to them. I walked across the street entering through our doorway, and sitting on the living room couch. I knew Hermione didn't allow me to eat in here, but what she didn't know wouldn't hurt, right? Just as I was unwrapping my cheeseburger, she came down with her hands on her hips when she saw me. "Get in the kitchen.. NOW!" She said bossily. I didn't mind. When I got myself settled on the bar stool, I asked her, "I thought you said you weren't hungry?"
"I changed my mind." She said simply, grabbing my fries.
Half an hour later, we were settled in our beds, since we had school tomorrow. I got up and went to lean on her doorframe, watching her read. When she looked up, I could tell she almost scremed. "Jesus Cristo!!" She cried in spanish. Then she muttered a long string of French and Italian curses. Who would've known her vocabulary even went this far? I laughed. How shocked Potter and Weasley would be when they found out that their bookworm friend knew vulgar words in five different languages. "It's not funny!!" She cried with a hand on her chest. I smiled amusedly and said, "Mind teaching me some of those words?"
She threw a pillow at my head, missing. I walked over and lay on her bed, hands behind my head in a lazy, uncaring fashion. She rolled her eyes at me and sat on my stomach, thinking that she would probably suffocate me. Not that it mattered, because she weighed lighter than a feather. After seeing that she wasn't making much of a difference, she got off and lay beside me, picking up her book once again. I glanced at the cover, Hogwarts a History. "How many times have you read that book??" I asked incredulously. "Hmm, I think seventeen, but that's not the point. I always miss some facts along the way. Just now, I found out that Hogwarts windows are tinted a light purple. Can you believe I missed that even after reading it all those times??" She asked.
I snorted inwardly. At least I knew she was still the bookworm I had grown to love. Right then and there, I realized how lucky I was. I gazed into her soft, chocolaty colored eyes. My life couldn't get any better than this.
A/N: Yes, yes, I know it IS fluffy. Drama to come..