A/n: Jamie back again! :Grins.: I love the reviews. I loved 'em so much I replied to em. o.O; I have too much spare time. I dud this yesterday, but I was grounded!
Amy: That's so romantic! :Gushes.: Okay, okay. Reality here... I think I'll use that idea. I think.
awwwwwwwww: Great! I'm glad you enjoyed this chapter! I'm only 12 and I wanna be a writer really badly and every bit of praise helps
my writing ability! ^-^; Now don't I feel smart?
~piedermort~: YAY!!!!!!!!!!! More praise. T'ankies you! Everyone else's in for a great chapter...
StarlightAngeldust: You were right! Damn! MY reviews are too smart. Anyway, t'anks you!
MistressMalfoy392: :Giggles.: Read the second chapter, pal. It's Ginny! And plus, everyone's got drunk there. I wonder how all that
happened...
Cherry lips: Good! I'll be adding more in the next chapter, but I don't know 'bout this one!
sk8erpunkGCpnay: If it's okay, I'll use this for the next chapter, because I kinda wrote this before you reviewed... Sorry. x.x
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Disclaimer: I FEEL PRETTY, BUT NOT SO WITTY! I FEEL PRETTY, PETTY, AND NON-OWNINGNESS!
Genre: Romance/Humor
Title of the story: Marrying The Enemy
Chapter three: Of vodka, hallucinations, and near kisses
The rest of the year passed by quite quickly, and soon, Hermione found herself over at Draco's house with her parents getting to
'know' eachother. Or were at least trying to...
"This is vodka?" Mr. Granger asked with an arched eyebrow. He was looking at a very old bottle that was labeled: VODKA. And if
someone said very old, very old was an understatement.
"Yes, the very first bottle of vodka ever made. In 1266, exactly." Said Lucious Malfoy pompously. ( A/n: I have no idea when the very
first bottle of vodka was made... Not one clue. )
Hermione nearly spat out her vodka and stared over at Draco, who was drinking his calmly, with wide-eyes. ( A/n: HERMIONE HAS
WIDE EYES, NOT DRACO! I hate having no Grammar. -.-; )
"Once you ignore the horrid aftertaste, it actually sort of doesn't taste bad." Draco said to her, having caught her gaze on him, quite impressed.
Hermione sat down her glass and didn't drink anything else for the rest of the night.
~~~
"We should KILL Voldemort for making him do this to you!" Mrs. Granger said to her daughter.
"No, actually, me and Draco get along, it's just his parents I want to stab rapidly with a machete..." Hermione pointed out.
"That odd purple vodka bottle! I swear, these people are trying to kill us!" Mr. Granger exclaimed.
Hermione sighed and stared up at the ceiling of golden ceiling of her bedroom. Now in the Malfoy house, she had to live in royalty... "I
don't doubt that was what he was trying to do." She said solemnly.
Hermione's parents nodded, shared a look, and walked out of their daughter's new room. She pulled her covers over her head and tried
hard to fall asleep.
The next morning, she woke up by someone throwing water on her face. She bolted forwards, her tousled brown locks with her, sleep evident in her eyes. Before here was Draco Malfoy, holding an empty bucket that once contained water, a guilty look on his face. He was dressed in a black tuxedo.
"Oh crap! The wedding!" Draco nodded and helped her to her feet.
"We already picked out your dress for you and fitted you in your sleep." Draco said to her before showing her a white dress. "And try,
Hermione, not to stub your toe when you get there, okay?"
"That's what I get for being a heavy sleeper..." Hermione muttered and grabbed the dress from Draco. In the middle of taking her clothes off, she realized he was behind her. "You gonna go, or what?" She glanced over her shoulder... Not to see Draco, but a big
bulldog. She screamed and ran half-naked out of her room. When she'd stopped running down the steps, she felt someone put books
on her head.
"I know this is a bit late dear, but I was going to find you and teach you how to be balanced..."
Hermione groaned and slowly stepped onto the next step. Draco was going down the stairs too and caught up with her and stalked behind her.
"WHOA!" Hermione screamed. She closed her eyes and waited for the impact of falling, but that never came. She opened her eyes after a short moment and found herself in the arms of Draco. She relaxed and leaned against him, the books balancing on her head amazingly, and sighed deeply.
"You did it!" Narcissa Malfoy cheered. ( A/n: No clue how to spell her name... )
"Uh, can I get my dress on first?" Hermione asked Draco just before he was about to carry her outside.
"I didn't *get* you a dress..."
"Oh great! I'm hallucinating! How many days is it to the wedding?"
"There aren't any days to it, 'Mione. There's *two* weeks though." Draco said, still not letting go of her, his hands nearing a place they shouldn't be... ( A/n: :Giggles.: Until the honeymoon, that is. You know what I mean! _; )
"I'm serious, Draco... I need my shirt! I don't know where I got the other dress..." Hermione said, eyeing his hands.
"Maybe you *are* hallucinating. Fine, I'll take you to your room..." He picked up the flush Hermione and carried her up to her room.
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Draco placed Hermione on her bed and looked around. Finally, he came to a conclusion. "Nothing's in here." He said plainly.
"Great. I'm going nuts!" Hermione exclaimed.
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So what if it's short? I wrote in in three hours... How was it? I was going to put the wedding scene here, but I didn't wanna. ; I'll be adding in the next chapter Voldemort's plan for Draco marrying Hermione... Thanks for the ideas!
I made a little poem, too. I'll use it for the next chapter. Here it is, and it's called: "Believe."
I'm just the wandering fool,
Who still wishes she was cool.
But no matter how hard she tries,
She only relies on her lies.
But lies won't get you nowhere,
So she learned how to swear.
And now, she has no life
She has no rights, no freedom or anything
Sometimes, I wish I wasn't her.
Life can put you down,
Don't sit out and pout.
Life can put you down,
Don't sit out and pout.
Just... Believe.
I walked out of this relationship for one reason: love.
I wanted to live and learn.
But I've just turned into the girl, that's so pessimistic she makes herself hurl.
There she stands in the street,
No shoes on her feet.
The wind blowing her hair,
Making you realize the decaying smell in the air,
Was coming from you.
Life's been too hard on me,
How can you not see?
Life's been too hard on me,
With all these tragedies...
Life can put you down,
Don't sit out and pout.
Life can put you down,
Don't sit out and pout.
Just... Believe.
Life can put you down,
Don't sit out and pout.
Life can put you down,
Don't let yourself be put out.
Just... Believe.
That's what my mother said... And that's what I believe.
Amy: That's so romantic! :Gushes.: Okay, okay. Reality here... I think I'll use that idea. I think.
awwwwwwwww: Great! I'm glad you enjoyed this chapter! I'm only 12 and I wanna be a writer really badly and every bit of praise helps
my writing ability! ^-^; Now don't I feel smart?
~piedermort~: YAY!!!!!!!!!!! More praise. T'ankies you! Everyone else's in for a great chapter...
StarlightAngeldust: You were right! Damn! MY reviews are too smart. Anyway, t'anks you!
MistressMalfoy392: :Giggles.: Read the second chapter, pal. It's Ginny! And plus, everyone's got drunk there. I wonder how all that
happened...
Cherry lips: Good! I'll be adding more in the next chapter, but I don't know 'bout this one!
sk8erpunkGCpnay: If it's okay, I'll use this for the next chapter, because I kinda wrote this before you reviewed... Sorry. x.x
~~~~
Disclaimer: I FEEL PRETTY, BUT NOT SO WITTY! I FEEL PRETTY, PETTY, AND NON-OWNINGNESS!
Genre: Romance/Humor
Title of the story: Marrying The Enemy
Chapter three: Of vodka, hallucinations, and near kisses
The rest of the year passed by quite quickly, and soon, Hermione found herself over at Draco's house with her parents getting to
'know' eachother. Or were at least trying to...
"This is vodka?" Mr. Granger asked with an arched eyebrow. He was looking at a very old bottle that was labeled: VODKA. And if
someone said very old, very old was an understatement.
"Yes, the very first bottle of vodka ever made. In 1266, exactly." Said Lucious Malfoy pompously. ( A/n: I have no idea when the very
first bottle of vodka was made... Not one clue. )
Hermione nearly spat out her vodka and stared over at Draco, who was drinking his calmly, with wide-eyes. ( A/n: HERMIONE HAS
WIDE EYES, NOT DRACO! I hate having no Grammar. -.-; )
"Once you ignore the horrid aftertaste, it actually sort of doesn't taste bad." Draco said to her, having caught her gaze on him, quite impressed.
Hermione sat down her glass and didn't drink anything else for the rest of the night.
~~~
"We should KILL Voldemort for making him do this to you!" Mrs. Granger said to her daughter.
"No, actually, me and Draco get along, it's just his parents I want to stab rapidly with a machete..." Hermione pointed out.
"That odd purple vodka bottle! I swear, these people are trying to kill us!" Mr. Granger exclaimed.
Hermione sighed and stared up at the ceiling of golden ceiling of her bedroom. Now in the Malfoy house, she had to live in royalty... "I
don't doubt that was what he was trying to do." She said solemnly.
Hermione's parents nodded, shared a look, and walked out of their daughter's new room. She pulled her covers over her head and tried
hard to fall asleep.
The next morning, she woke up by someone throwing water on her face. She bolted forwards, her tousled brown locks with her, sleep evident in her eyes. Before here was Draco Malfoy, holding an empty bucket that once contained water, a guilty look on his face. He was dressed in a black tuxedo.
"Oh crap! The wedding!" Draco nodded and helped her to her feet.
"We already picked out your dress for you and fitted you in your sleep." Draco said to her before showing her a white dress. "And try,
Hermione, not to stub your toe when you get there, okay?"
"That's what I get for being a heavy sleeper..." Hermione muttered and grabbed the dress from Draco. In the middle of taking her clothes off, she realized he was behind her. "You gonna go, or what?" She glanced over her shoulder... Not to see Draco, but a big
bulldog. She screamed and ran half-naked out of her room. When she'd stopped running down the steps, she felt someone put books
on her head.
"I know this is a bit late dear, but I was going to find you and teach you how to be balanced..."
Hermione groaned and slowly stepped onto the next step. Draco was going down the stairs too and caught up with her and stalked behind her.
"WHOA!" Hermione screamed. She closed her eyes and waited for the impact of falling, but that never came. She opened her eyes after a short moment and found herself in the arms of Draco. She relaxed and leaned against him, the books balancing on her head amazingly, and sighed deeply.
"You did it!" Narcissa Malfoy cheered. ( A/n: No clue how to spell her name... )
"Uh, can I get my dress on first?" Hermione asked Draco just before he was about to carry her outside.
"I didn't *get* you a dress..."
"Oh great! I'm hallucinating! How many days is it to the wedding?"
"There aren't any days to it, 'Mione. There's *two* weeks though." Draco said, still not letting go of her, his hands nearing a place they shouldn't be... ( A/n: :Giggles.: Until the honeymoon, that is. You know what I mean! _; )
"I'm serious, Draco... I need my shirt! I don't know where I got the other dress..." Hermione said, eyeing his hands.
"Maybe you *are* hallucinating. Fine, I'll take you to your room..." He picked up the flush Hermione and carried her up to her room.
~~~~
Draco placed Hermione on her bed and looked around. Finally, he came to a conclusion. "Nothing's in here." He said plainly.
"Great. I'm going nuts!" Hermione exclaimed.
~~~~~~~~~
So what if it's short? I wrote in in three hours... How was it? I was going to put the wedding scene here, but I didn't wanna. ; I'll be adding in the next chapter Voldemort's plan for Draco marrying Hermione... Thanks for the ideas!
I made a little poem, too. I'll use it for the next chapter. Here it is, and it's called: "Believe."
I'm just the wandering fool,
Who still wishes she was cool.
But no matter how hard she tries,
She only relies on her lies.
But lies won't get you nowhere,
So she learned how to swear.
And now, she has no life
She has no rights, no freedom or anything
Sometimes, I wish I wasn't her.
Life can put you down,
Don't sit out and pout.
Life can put you down,
Don't sit out and pout.
Just... Believe.
I walked out of this relationship for one reason: love.
I wanted to live and learn.
But I've just turned into the girl, that's so pessimistic she makes herself hurl.
There she stands in the street,
No shoes on her feet.
The wind blowing her hair,
Making you realize the decaying smell in the air,
Was coming from you.
Life's been too hard on me,
How can you not see?
Life's been too hard on me,
With all these tragedies...
Life can put you down,
Don't sit out and pout.
Life can put you down,
Don't sit out and pout.
Just... Believe.
Life can put you down,
Don't sit out and pout.
Life can put you down,
Don't let yourself be put out.
Just... Believe.
That's what my mother said... And that's what I believe.