Author's notes: Hello! I'm back yet once again to present to you chapter six of my fic. I appreciate the reviews that you have been giving me. And believe it or not, I like the flamers too! Well, enough babbling. You might flame me some more just for the Author's note.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything that has to do with HP or Mandy Moore. Though I have her CD album, I still don't own her songs.
*~*Only 17*~*
Chapter VI
'Young Master has chosen a very beautiful and understanding lady to bring as his company for tonight. I wouldn't mind her being my mistress. She is mostly appropriate for Young Master Draco.'
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Hermione followed Roosevelt down the stairs and into a big room.
When she went in, the first thing that she saw was a comfortable living room set in the middle. Then in the far right corner, there was a bar with different shapes of glasses hung from the rack. In the left side was a piano where Draco stands beside while deep in thought.
For Hermione (and I think for every one of us females that are reading this), Draco was a sight to behold. He was wearing black jeans and a white long-sleeved polo shirt. Now, what is so 'sight to behold'-ing about that? Well, let me tell you this, the shirt was unbuttoned all the way.
Hermione couldn't keep her eyes off of him. Then, as if sensing her eyes on him, Draco looked up at Hermione and his eyes were suddenly filled with lust.
She was wearing very short denim shorts that had some loose string at the bottom of each leg which gave a shaggy effect. It also made a very nice job in exposing Hermione's long white sexy legs. Hermione was also wearing a white fitting tube top that showed her smooth, flat stomach.
Now, it was Draco's turn to stare. He slowly straightened himself up and without taking his eyes off of Hermione's form he said calmly but in a low husky voice, "Roosevelt,"
"Yes, young master."
"Leave us. I would like to have a private moment with her."
"Of course, young master." Roosevelt then bowed down and was about to leave the room when Draco spoke up once again, "And Roosevelt,"
"Yes, young master?" Roosevelt asked Draco over his shoulder.
"Tell anyone who looks for me that I am not to be disturbed." Draco answered while still looking intently at the goddess in front of him.
"As you wish, Young Master Draco."
Finally, Roosevelt left the room and the two teens were alone to do God-knows-what. Draco then slowly walked towards Hermione. He came closer and closer until they were only inches apart.
Draco looked at her from top to bottom once again and looked straight in her eyes. Hermione looked back at him unwavering. Then, without warning, Draco snaked his arms around her waist and pulled her close. As his cold fingers made contact with her bare stomach, Hermione couldn't help but shiver. Draco came closer. Attempting to devour her soft, luscious lips when Hermione turned her head away and pulled free of Draco's firm hold on her.
Draco snapped back to reality and straightened himself up once again. He softly cleared his throat and like a perfect gentleman, he humbly apologized.
"I'm sorry. I just...well...I-I-..."
"It's alright, Draco." Hermione said, smiling a little bit unsurely.
Draco looked up looking very surprised. "Y-you forgive me?" He asked with a cute, confused frown on his face. Hermione giggled at Draco's expression and answered, "Of course I forgive you. Why wouldn't I?"
Draco inhaled deeply, ready to enumerate every possible reason as to why Hermione should not forgive him but Hermione stopped him from doing so by placing her finger lightly on his lips. Draco then exhaled the air he took in with a light puff and gently licked her finger. Hermione trailed her finger from his lips to his chest and stopped when she reached the boarder between flesh and the cloth of his pants.
Hermione heard Draco let out a small quiet moan. She smirked at this and came closer She then whispered, "Draco?"
Draco, who was looking down at her answered, "Hmm?"
Hermione got up on a tiptoe and whispered in Draco's ear, "I'm thirsty."
Now, it was Draco's turn to smirk as he pulled away a few centimeters to look clearly at Hermione.
"Let's have a drink then." Draco whispered as he took hold of Hermione's hand.
Draco led Hermione to the bar and went in it while Hermione sat on one of the high chairs. Hermione watched as Draco got out three tall bottles.
"Which do you prefer, white wine, red wine, champagne or...something stronger?" Draco asked Hermione while leaning a bit too forward. Hermione, who was also leaning forward, answered,
"I'll have to go for white wine."
Draco smirked. "As you wish."
Draco got a cork screw and twisted the cork to get it out. It took him half an hour...
"Ugh! Come out! Ugh!"
...to give up.
Hermione laughed slightly. "Here. Let me." Hermione said while reaching for the bottle but Draco quickly snatched it away and simply said, "No."
Hermione sighed and replied, "You are so childish. Now, give me that bottle."
Draco just drew the bottle further off and said yet once again, "No."
Hermione put her hands on her hips and frowned at Draco. "Stop being so childish and give me that bottle, Draco Malfoy." she scolded him.
Draco just smirked and said in a low husky voice, "No."
As for Hermione, an idea came to her. She came towards Draco in a slowly and seductive kind of way.
"Oh, really? Well then," Hermione leaned over in a way that her chest was pressed against Draco's. As Draco was intently looking at her seductive form pressed against him, he didn't notice Hermione slide her arm behind him and grab the wine bottle.
Then, all of a sudden, Hermione jumped back and smiled triumphantly while draco glared at her.
"Oh. Nice tactic. Seduction. Mmm-hmm. Very clever of you." Draco said, nodding.
"Why, thank you." Hermione replied, still smiling. "Now you know how good I am."
"Yeah. But I want to see you open that bottle and if you do, I'll be impressed."
"Fine then."
Hermione went towards the table, set the bottle down and easily twisted the cork off of the bottles tight embrace. She looked up at Draco with yet another triumphant but this time smirk on her face. Draco, who was watching or more like staring at Hermione very intently, had his eyebrow raised while he had a barely visible smirk and his arms crossed over his chest.
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Back at Hermione's house, the phone was ringing loudly. Since Hermione wasn't around at the moment...
"Hi! Sorry. I'm not around at the moment maybe you could leave a message after the beep. BEEP!"
...the answering machine answered it for her instead.
On the other side of the line, a frustrated Pansy sighed. 'Where could that girl be? She should be home by now.' Pansy let out another sigh.
"Hermione..."
Dreamaker: So, what do you think? Well, I hope you liked the last part. Honestly. Did you think that I forgot Pansy? Of course not! And what about the person who saw them? You'll see in the later chapters. Oh, sorry for the cliffhangers. I just think that the story will be more interesting if I put some cliffies here and there. Well, hope you R&R and thanks to those who reviewed.
