Sigh.. I know I haven't updated in a month. It's because I was away for two
weeks on vacation, and then we moved to a new house. Verizon couldn't
activate my account until two weeks later because of the move. Sorry,
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Nope, it's not the end. Not yet!! I'm aiming for at least 60,000 words!
On to the story.. **************************************************************
Hermione's POV
I tapped my fingers impatiently on the wooden desk as the librarian gave me one of her warning looks. I sighed and glanced at my watch. It was 1:10; Draco was supposed to be here ten minutes ago. Tardiness was one of my pet peeves. Suddenly, I heard the creak of doors being opened and then slam closed, then the squeaking of shoes across the floor as they slid to a stop. I glanced up briefly and noticed my gasping and red-faced boyfriend, holding onto a chair for support. "This is not a quidditch field, so please do stop running around as if you are mad, Mr. Malfoy!!" Madam Pince barked.
I saw him wince and nod as he sat down. "Your ten minutes late." I stated.
"There are hoards of them! I swear those groups must have grown bigger while I was gone! They're desperate I tell you! Desperate!" He whispered fiercely as to avoid another one of Madam Pince's reprimands.
I looked at him strangely. "First off, what are these HOARDS, that you're talking about." I crossed my arms and leaned back.
"Girls!! Women!! Damned mutants of men!!" He hissed.
I raised my eyebrows and coughed emphatically.
"Right.. well, not all of them, I mean, of course.." He mumbled glancing at my face, looking for any signs of anger.
All I did was smile. I found some humor in seeing him so disoriented. "And what did these WOMEN do?" I asked calmly.
"They chased after me!! I tried to lose them by turning at sharp corner halls, but Pansy was there! And you know Pansy." He explained. I raised my eyebrows. If it had happened before, I never noticed. I didn't pay attention to Draco Malfoy's social life before I became his girlfriend.
"I swear it! They tried to rip off my bloody clothes!!!" He cried out, and ran a hand roughly through his hair in an anguished manner. A few students nearby looked over at us. A pretty brunette girl smiled flirtingly at him. I rolled my eyes. "I think this is just adding to your overly inflated ego already." I responded, turning my head to look back at him. He smirked. "Well, I guess if you look on the bright side, it DOES prove that I'm very, very, very, attractive. Sexy, you could put it." He added thoughtfully. I rolled my eyes once again.
"Are we going to discuss this relationship or what?" I asked bluntly.
He shrugged. "I think we should make it publicly known." He answered.
"That was exactly what I was thinking." I said. "Now how are we going to do it?"
"I personally think that we should continue living as we normally do, you know, with snogging sessions here and there. Don't make it seem like anything strange is going on. Maybe a kiss on the cheek in public, or an outing at Hogsmeade." He offered. I nodded. "Fine, it's settled. Normal it is." We made a move to leave.
"Wait!" I pulled on his arm to motion for him to sit back down. "How about Pansy and your fan club?"
"I'll deal with them. Now are you coming or what? We still have time to grab a sandwich and eat outside." He laced his fingers in mine and pulled me up. I gave him a light kiss on his lips that he answered back greedily. I pulled away just as it was getting too intense and we walked out the doorway, with him slipping his arm around my waist.
Madam Pince's POV
I fainted. I nearly did. I might not be so up to date on the student's gossip, but it was well known for a fact that Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger were rivaling enemies. One of the worst in the school, in fact. I mean, even Argus Filch knew it. That was how he organized his detentions. Lydia, a brunette girl seemed to turn white faced, a shade that almost matched Nearly Headless Nick. Suddenly, she leaned sideways on her seat and fainted. "Thomas!" I barked. "Go get Madam Pomfrey!" He hurried out of his seat, tripping over a haphazardly thrown classic hardcover book on his way out. What a day.
Draco's POV
"Hermione?" I asked.
"Hmm?" She mumbled from where her head was leaning on my shoulder.
"Do you notice that people are staring.. and turning kind of white-ish.. pointing.." I lead off. "..And fainting?"
"CLEAR THE WAY!!" Madam Pomfrey shrieked as the students made way for her to gain access to fainted children. A light breeze ruffled my golden hair as we sat against a tree trunk watching the mayhem going on. She shrugged.
"The girls are jealous, the boys are shocked. Okay? Good. Now relax." She replied yawning.
I smiled, just as I saw Potter and the Weasleys stride towards us. "Hey." Ginny greeted us calmly, as she skipped over a limp body to sit down next to us. Weasley and Potter, on the other hand, looked at us as if we were crazy.
"Do you know that people are dropping unconscious like flies in surprise because of both of you are within five feet of each other? And WILLINGLY, to add that." Weasley stated. I saw Hermione sigh and roll her eyes. "Are you jealous Ron?" She asked playfully. The look on his face was so funny. A cross between being taken aback and looking terribly disgusted.
"Just sit down, for Pete's sake." She snorted addressing the both of them. They looked terribly affronted but sat down anyways. What I'd give to have a camera right now.
"Class starts in five minutes." Ginny commented.
"I know, and we have double potions with Slytherin first period!" Hermione complained. I cleared my throat loudly. She smiled softly at me. "Sorry, habit."
They continued their discussion on schoolwork and such, as I came to face Hermione's 'best friends,' as she called them. "Well I'm not going to sit here glaring for the rest of my work-free five minutes." I said, folding my arms across my chest. Potter seemed to relax, but Weasley, the total opposite, seemed to glare even more. So much, that it looked like he needed glasses and was squinting. "Quidditch?" Potter offered. I shrugged. "Well the new Australian seeker they have is bloody marvelous.." This was how the conversation kept going until the bell rang. What I found surprising was that Potter was a very decent conversationalist. Weasley was even bearable, and that was saying A LOT.
Classes came and went. Not many of my classmates knew about my relationship with Hermione since most of them weren't outside or in the library. Finally, dinner arrived with my stomach rumbling hungry, resembling Weasley somewhat.
Hermione's POV
"I want to welcome the two students, Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger back. You both are getting full marks on your scores because of such good cooperation between you two, despite your.. er.. differences. We will also be having a special event to celebrate their arrival back." Dumbledore boomed across the Great Hall. I beamed in pride about his comment about me getting full marks. "Pansy will explain more." The blonde girl strode on a stage that I had just noticed and grabbed the microphone from the headmaster's hand. "We're selling things for charity!" Pansy screeched. I saw Lee put his hands dramatically over his ears. "We will be selling little things from around Hogwarts that we have collected. Half of the funds will go to the Homeless Housing for Wizards charity." She didn't seem to say what the other half would be used for.
"Now, the rules are as followed. I hold up the object and announce the price of the item. Whoever stands up first gets it for that price. Headmaster Dumbledore has already put a charm on this room so we can easily figure out who stood up first." She looked a bit sour when she said that. She probably wanted to hand it over to her Slytherin mates. "Adriana?" She called. The Slytherin prefect brought up a large box filled with god knows what.
"Here we go. First item is.. Draco Malfoy's green boxers with the silver stripes!!! Five galleons!!!" She boomed, much like a sports announcer. I nearly choked on my pumpkin juice. Did I hear right? "I WANT THEM!!" Some one screamed behind me. I turned around to see.. GINNY jumping up. A blue light was suddenly formed around her. I heard simultaneous groans. "Sold! To little Virginia Weasley!" Pansy screeched. Ginny frowned at the name, but ran up the steps to receive the clothing item anyways. I couldn't ask her about her actions because she was listening raptly to Pansy speak. I sighed defeatedly over the roaring noise and turned back to Pansy, deciding to ask her about it later.
By now, Pansy was on a roll. No one could stop her, not even Dumbledore. I glanced over at Draco to see his reaction, and it looked like he was repeating What the Fuck over and over again. "Draco's black T-shirt, still damp with his sweat! Ten galleons! His white socks, cleaned! Three galleons! A lock of his hair! ONLY ONE GALLEON!" She roared. After about ten more minutes of this, she was done. The professors were white faced and shocked, it seemed. "Ms. Parkinson!! In my office right now! That was terribly inappropriate!" Snape raged. She shook her shoulders uncaring. She looked like she was actually EXPECTING it.
Finally, the whole mess was cleared and we were back in the common rooms. I was still seemingly frozen in shock. I lay on the common room couch in my pajamas staring wide-eyed at my friend. She smiled. "To save you from questioning in an obscene manner, I did it for the profits, okay?"
"B-but.. profits??? How can you gain PROFITS from a pair of smelly boxers???" I screeched.
"Listen and learn. You've got to know TRICKS to be successful, Hermione!" I almost snorted, but she held a hand up to silence me. "Those boxers were actually VERY cheap for something like that belonging to Draco Malfoy. I can skive 'em off in the girl's bathroom to some innocent first year for at least TWENTY galleons. I should've stood up for the black T-shirt. I would've earned at least thirty galleons out of that one, since it had his sweat on it. But the socks were overpriced because they were clean." I wrinkled my nose in disgust." She smiled. "Yes, your boyfriend IS worth that much." She explained.
"So.. your saying that if I make him play quidditch for five hours straight in a T-shirt, I could steal it and earn PROFITS??" I cried in a disgusted manner.
"Yes.. yes you could. But you'd give that T-shirt to your best friend, wouldn't you?" She asked suggestively. I rolled my eyes at her.
Ron and Harry were listening in eagerly. "How do you know all this??" Ron asked eyeing his little sister in amazement.
"I told you! I listen! I learn!" She cried exasperatedly. Suddenly, my feelings of grossness turned into awe. I had to admire her skills. I truly did.
"You have got to talk to me more." Ron said as he situated himself smack in front of Ginny.
The Next Day
After Draco finished ranting about the previous night, I turned to face him. "Have you ever thought about selling yourself?"
A/N: Review, thanks.
Nope, it's not the end. Not yet!! I'm aiming for at least 60,000 words!
On to the story.. **************************************************************
Hermione's POV
I tapped my fingers impatiently on the wooden desk as the librarian gave me one of her warning looks. I sighed and glanced at my watch. It was 1:10; Draco was supposed to be here ten minutes ago. Tardiness was one of my pet peeves. Suddenly, I heard the creak of doors being opened and then slam closed, then the squeaking of shoes across the floor as they slid to a stop. I glanced up briefly and noticed my gasping and red-faced boyfriend, holding onto a chair for support. "This is not a quidditch field, so please do stop running around as if you are mad, Mr. Malfoy!!" Madam Pince barked.
I saw him wince and nod as he sat down. "Your ten minutes late." I stated.
"There are hoards of them! I swear those groups must have grown bigger while I was gone! They're desperate I tell you! Desperate!" He whispered fiercely as to avoid another one of Madam Pince's reprimands.
I looked at him strangely. "First off, what are these HOARDS, that you're talking about." I crossed my arms and leaned back.
"Girls!! Women!! Damned mutants of men!!" He hissed.
I raised my eyebrows and coughed emphatically.
"Right.. well, not all of them, I mean, of course.." He mumbled glancing at my face, looking for any signs of anger.
All I did was smile. I found some humor in seeing him so disoriented. "And what did these WOMEN do?" I asked calmly.
"They chased after me!! I tried to lose them by turning at sharp corner halls, but Pansy was there! And you know Pansy." He explained. I raised my eyebrows. If it had happened before, I never noticed. I didn't pay attention to Draco Malfoy's social life before I became his girlfriend.
"I swear it! They tried to rip off my bloody clothes!!!" He cried out, and ran a hand roughly through his hair in an anguished manner. A few students nearby looked over at us. A pretty brunette girl smiled flirtingly at him. I rolled my eyes. "I think this is just adding to your overly inflated ego already." I responded, turning my head to look back at him. He smirked. "Well, I guess if you look on the bright side, it DOES prove that I'm very, very, very, attractive. Sexy, you could put it." He added thoughtfully. I rolled my eyes once again.
"Are we going to discuss this relationship or what?" I asked bluntly.
He shrugged. "I think we should make it publicly known." He answered.
"That was exactly what I was thinking." I said. "Now how are we going to do it?"
"I personally think that we should continue living as we normally do, you know, with snogging sessions here and there. Don't make it seem like anything strange is going on. Maybe a kiss on the cheek in public, or an outing at Hogsmeade." He offered. I nodded. "Fine, it's settled. Normal it is." We made a move to leave.
"Wait!" I pulled on his arm to motion for him to sit back down. "How about Pansy and your fan club?"
"I'll deal with them. Now are you coming or what? We still have time to grab a sandwich and eat outside." He laced his fingers in mine and pulled me up. I gave him a light kiss on his lips that he answered back greedily. I pulled away just as it was getting too intense and we walked out the doorway, with him slipping his arm around my waist.
Madam Pince's POV
I fainted. I nearly did. I might not be so up to date on the student's gossip, but it was well known for a fact that Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger were rivaling enemies. One of the worst in the school, in fact. I mean, even Argus Filch knew it. That was how he organized his detentions. Lydia, a brunette girl seemed to turn white faced, a shade that almost matched Nearly Headless Nick. Suddenly, she leaned sideways on her seat and fainted. "Thomas!" I barked. "Go get Madam Pomfrey!" He hurried out of his seat, tripping over a haphazardly thrown classic hardcover book on his way out. What a day.
Draco's POV
"Hermione?" I asked.
"Hmm?" She mumbled from where her head was leaning on my shoulder.
"Do you notice that people are staring.. and turning kind of white-ish.. pointing.." I lead off. "..And fainting?"
"CLEAR THE WAY!!" Madam Pomfrey shrieked as the students made way for her to gain access to fainted children. A light breeze ruffled my golden hair as we sat against a tree trunk watching the mayhem going on. She shrugged.
"The girls are jealous, the boys are shocked. Okay? Good. Now relax." She replied yawning.
I smiled, just as I saw Potter and the Weasleys stride towards us. "Hey." Ginny greeted us calmly, as she skipped over a limp body to sit down next to us. Weasley and Potter, on the other hand, looked at us as if we were crazy.
"Do you know that people are dropping unconscious like flies in surprise because of both of you are within five feet of each other? And WILLINGLY, to add that." Weasley stated. I saw Hermione sigh and roll her eyes. "Are you jealous Ron?" She asked playfully. The look on his face was so funny. A cross between being taken aback and looking terribly disgusted.
"Just sit down, for Pete's sake." She snorted addressing the both of them. They looked terribly affronted but sat down anyways. What I'd give to have a camera right now.
"Class starts in five minutes." Ginny commented.
"I know, and we have double potions with Slytherin first period!" Hermione complained. I cleared my throat loudly. She smiled softly at me. "Sorry, habit."
They continued their discussion on schoolwork and such, as I came to face Hermione's 'best friends,' as she called them. "Well I'm not going to sit here glaring for the rest of my work-free five minutes." I said, folding my arms across my chest. Potter seemed to relax, but Weasley, the total opposite, seemed to glare even more. So much, that it looked like he needed glasses and was squinting. "Quidditch?" Potter offered. I shrugged. "Well the new Australian seeker they have is bloody marvelous.." This was how the conversation kept going until the bell rang. What I found surprising was that Potter was a very decent conversationalist. Weasley was even bearable, and that was saying A LOT.
Classes came and went. Not many of my classmates knew about my relationship with Hermione since most of them weren't outside or in the library. Finally, dinner arrived with my stomach rumbling hungry, resembling Weasley somewhat.
Hermione's POV
"I want to welcome the two students, Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger back. You both are getting full marks on your scores because of such good cooperation between you two, despite your.. er.. differences. We will also be having a special event to celebrate their arrival back." Dumbledore boomed across the Great Hall. I beamed in pride about his comment about me getting full marks. "Pansy will explain more." The blonde girl strode on a stage that I had just noticed and grabbed the microphone from the headmaster's hand. "We're selling things for charity!" Pansy screeched. I saw Lee put his hands dramatically over his ears. "We will be selling little things from around Hogwarts that we have collected. Half of the funds will go to the Homeless Housing for Wizards charity." She didn't seem to say what the other half would be used for.
"Now, the rules are as followed. I hold up the object and announce the price of the item. Whoever stands up first gets it for that price. Headmaster Dumbledore has already put a charm on this room so we can easily figure out who stood up first." She looked a bit sour when she said that. She probably wanted to hand it over to her Slytherin mates. "Adriana?" She called. The Slytherin prefect brought up a large box filled with god knows what.
"Here we go. First item is.. Draco Malfoy's green boxers with the silver stripes!!! Five galleons!!!" She boomed, much like a sports announcer. I nearly choked on my pumpkin juice. Did I hear right? "I WANT THEM!!" Some one screamed behind me. I turned around to see.. GINNY jumping up. A blue light was suddenly formed around her. I heard simultaneous groans. "Sold! To little Virginia Weasley!" Pansy screeched. Ginny frowned at the name, but ran up the steps to receive the clothing item anyways. I couldn't ask her about her actions because she was listening raptly to Pansy speak. I sighed defeatedly over the roaring noise and turned back to Pansy, deciding to ask her about it later.
By now, Pansy was on a roll. No one could stop her, not even Dumbledore. I glanced over at Draco to see his reaction, and it looked like he was repeating What the Fuck over and over again. "Draco's black T-shirt, still damp with his sweat! Ten galleons! His white socks, cleaned! Three galleons! A lock of his hair! ONLY ONE GALLEON!" She roared. After about ten more minutes of this, she was done. The professors were white faced and shocked, it seemed. "Ms. Parkinson!! In my office right now! That was terribly inappropriate!" Snape raged. She shook her shoulders uncaring. She looked like she was actually EXPECTING it.
Finally, the whole mess was cleared and we were back in the common rooms. I was still seemingly frozen in shock. I lay on the common room couch in my pajamas staring wide-eyed at my friend. She smiled. "To save you from questioning in an obscene manner, I did it for the profits, okay?"
"B-but.. profits??? How can you gain PROFITS from a pair of smelly boxers???" I screeched.
"Listen and learn. You've got to know TRICKS to be successful, Hermione!" I almost snorted, but she held a hand up to silence me. "Those boxers were actually VERY cheap for something like that belonging to Draco Malfoy. I can skive 'em off in the girl's bathroom to some innocent first year for at least TWENTY galleons. I should've stood up for the black T-shirt. I would've earned at least thirty galleons out of that one, since it had his sweat on it. But the socks were overpriced because they were clean." I wrinkled my nose in disgust." She smiled. "Yes, your boyfriend IS worth that much." She explained.
"So.. your saying that if I make him play quidditch for five hours straight in a T-shirt, I could steal it and earn PROFITS??" I cried in a disgusted manner.
"Yes.. yes you could. But you'd give that T-shirt to your best friend, wouldn't you?" She asked suggestively. I rolled my eyes at her.
Ron and Harry were listening in eagerly. "How do you know all this??" Ron asked eyeing his little sister in amazement.
"I told you! I listen! I learn!" She cried exasperatedly. Suddenly, my feelings of grossness turned into awe. I had to admire her skills. I truly did.
"You have got to talk to me more." Ron said as he situated himself smack in front of Ginny.
The Next Day
After Draco finished ranting about the previous night, I turned to face him. "Have you ever thought about selling yourself?"
A/N: Review, thanks.