Only 17

by: dreamaker13


Author's note: Yahoo! *jumps for joy* Another chapter is here! Another chapter is out! I can't believe it. I'm having ideas again. Oh, and I'm so sorry if the interruption-less chapter hasn't come out yet. It's just that, I don't feel like being naughty. Now that I've gotten a 99 as my conduct average in school. I just feel like letting them rest for a while. I mean, they've been having intimate sessions for how many chapters? Let's give them a break.

Disclaimer: I do not own HP.

Note: No more answering of reviews. It gets tiring.

Warning: Harry bashing here on Hermione's part. Harry fans, you could flame me if you want.


Chapter XVII:

It was an early Monday morning when mostly everybody just seems too busy or too lazy to do anything. And Hermione was one of those 'mostly everybody'. She had a very tiring weekend that she was too lazy to go to school but alas she had a test coming up and she didn't want to miss anything important.

So, with nothing much of a choice, Hermione groggily got up this morning with a splitting headache. Why the headache? She did not know. All she knew was that she was on her bed sleeping soundly and when she woke up...headache. And unfortunately for her, it lasted until lunch time.

Hermione sat down heavily in front of Ginny, who was studying, and buried her head in her hands, disregarding her food. "Hey, Ginny."

"I'm not talking to you." was Ginny's reply at Hermione's greeting. Hermione quickly raised her head which caused it to hurt even more but ignored it and chose to focus on her best friend.

"What?" Ginny just ignored her and kept reading. "Gin-"

Ginny lifted her book to cover her face from Hermione. She really made it perfectly clear that she was not in talking terms with Hermione. As for Hermione, she didn't know what Ginny was so mad about. It was not as if she missed her birthday. She just had her birthday two months ago. See! I didn't forget her birthday!

Hermione then tried shove the book aside for her to talk to Ginny but every time a gap opens, Ginny would cover it up with her history book.

"C'mon, Gin. Talk to me." Hermione pleaded but Ginny just stood still reading the same paragraph for the twentieth time.

"Gin, what's wrong? What did I do?"

That was when Ginny snapped.

Ginny slammed down her history book on the table, which caused everyone to look at their direction, and looked squarely at Hermione with a tentative glare.

"What did you do? What did you do?! Hermione! I thought you knew better."

"But Ginny, I really don't know what I did wrong."

"You want to know? Huh, Hermione?" Hermione stayed silent as Ginny ranted. "Well, here's a hint. GET OFF MY LIFE!"

"Gin, I-"

"Don't say anything, Hermione. I don't need your explanations. Leave me and my love life alone."

"Oh, so is this what it's about? Your love life and Horny Potter? Horny Frickin' Potter?!" Hermione cried as she looked at Ginny in disbelief. "I doubt that prat even knows how to love and you call him your love life?"

"Look Hermione, I know you have a real hot fiancé but you don't need to rub it in!"

"I'm not rubbing THAT in, Ginny. What I've been trying to rub into your hard head is that that Potter, who you think loves you, just wants a good fuck!"

"You make him sound like a complete asshole."

"That's because he is!" Ginny stayed silent as she looked at Hermione with a frown.

"Now, if you don't believe me, fine! Good luck on your mister perfect." and that was the last straw for Ginny. She quickly got her books and walked away from Hermione before mumbling.

"I thought from all the friends I have, you would be the most supportive but I guess I was wrong." Ginny started to walk away and she was about to exit the cafeteria when Hermione cried, "You don't know who he really is, Ginny!"

"You're wrong, Hermione. I know him more than you ever would." with that, Ginny walked briskly away. Hermione sat down with a sigh and went back to burying her head in her arms but it wasn't out of exhaustion...but of sadness.

A few tables away, Pansy Parkinson was watching the whole display from the beginning and was now smiling to herself wickedly. As she watched the red headed Weasley walk out of the cafeteria, a master plan was already forming in her head.

"Perfect. Just...perfect."

* * *

The weather was just perfect for Draco as the cool breeze blew against his hot head that was also pounding with a headache as he stood in the balcony, savoring the feeling. He had had a splitting hangover that morning and was there that cool afternoon. But never the less, he still enjoyed the day, what with being with Hermione and everything.

Speaking of Hermione, Draco took out a velvet box from his pocket and lifted the lid. Inside the box was a beautiful diamond ring. The gem wasn't too big though as it would look completely ugly if it was. In his opinion and he knew that it was Hermione's as well, that a small diamond is good enough. And besides, nothing can compare to his beautiful girl.

But Draco gave out a sad sigh. "Who am I fooling?"

Weird but true on Draco's part. Normally he wouldn't contemplate like this but somehow, she was different. No one, not even Pansy, could make him think so deeply. It all too foreign for him.

He was about to take the ring out of the box when a deep voice rang behind him which caused the ring to fall from his fingers and down to the bushes below.

"There you are. I've been looking for you everywhere."

Draco turned and saw his father dressed in not his usual suite and cape but a white button-up shirt and blue jeans. Draco raised a brow at this and asked, "Father?"

Lucius gave out a sigh and jabbed his thumb behind him indicating Narcissa who was busily talking on the phone with one of her friends. "Your mother says I need to be fashionable once in a while."

Draco smiled and shook his head at his mother's antics. First buying his and Hermione's future bed and now his father's wardrobe.

"But I think it fits me." Lucius said, cutting off Draco's train of thought.

Draco snorted at this and said, "If only the press could get hold of this. 'The man behind the success of the Malfoy Inc.; controlled by a woman'."

"I would be in the front page of every magazine and newspaper you could think of."

"That would be hilarious." The two chuckled together which made the scene picture perfect of a father and a son. Silence then reigned them as they watched the sun set from a far.

Lucius watched the emotions play on his son's eyes though his face didn't show it. He could see himself through his son when he was his age. And right now, he could feel his son's turmoil inside.

He gave his son a comforting pat. "How was school?"

Draco gave a shrug. "Fine."

Lucius nodded though still not looking convinced with his son's answer. He watched his son, fidget with the velvet box in his hands almost nervously.

"So," Lucius suddenly said which caused Draco to jump. "How's your fiancée...Hermione, is it?"

Draco nodded in affirmation. "She's fine."

"Mm-hmm...and your grades?" Lucius pushed.

"Fine." was Draco's unconscious answer.

"And your pet hamster?"

"Fine." Lucius then knew there really was something wrong and his last question answered it all.

"What about the bikini I bought you? How was it?"

"It was fine..." The sound of glass shattering was heard which snapped Draco out of his reverie.

Both Draco an Lucius turned around to see Narcissa covering her mouth with her perfectly manicured fingers and both Oliver and Hermione trying to stifle their laughter. Narcissa slowly walked over to Draco and cupped his face into her hands. "Oh my Draco. My poor, poor Draco."

Narcissa, with tears threatening to fall from her eyes, embraced Draco with all the love in the world she could offer him. "I completely understand my dear and always remember that we will always be here to support you with any decision that you make."

Draco now had a bewildered look on his face as if trying to figure out what was going on. "Um, mum? What's wrong?"

"Oh, nothing's wrong, my dear. I'm sure Hermione would still stay loyal to you no matter what."

"Mum,"

"And I would provide you the money, tips on make-up, fashion-"

"Mum, what are you talking about?" Draco asked while chuckling at the irony of it all.

"Why, you sex change, of course" and that was when the three, Lucius, Oliver and Hermione, started to laugh their heads off.

"Sex change!" Oliver said in between laughs which was really hard to do since he was laughing hysterically. "That's a good one!"

"And tips on make-up and fashion? I wouldn't believe!" Hermione was now clutching her abdomen as it hurt from all the laughing they had been doing.

"I could see the headlines now," Lucius said, mimicking his son's words. "Malfoy Inc: Women's best friend."

Draco frowned at his father's statement. "Hey! What's that supposed to mean?"

As they kept teasing Draco about his sexuality, Narcissa looked at them with a confused look on her lovely face, not knowing what was happening.

"I'm going to go have some tea." Narcissa said as she slowly backed away from the scene before her.

* * *

For Hermione, it was the best day of the day. The cool afternoon breeze swaying the trees and plants of the earth. And as she enjoyed every bit of everything that mother nature had to offer, Draco was busy digging the bushes for the lost ring that accidentally fell into the bushes.

Hermione looked at him strangely for a while before creeping up on him and startling him by saying, "What are you looking for?"

Draco immediately stopped looking and faced Hermione with a nervous look. "N-Nothing."

Hermione raised a brow at him. "I don't believe a word you say but," she picked him up and pulled him towards the big oak tree in their huge garden. She sat him down as she sat down on his lap. "I'm going to ride with it anyway."

Draco smiled and kissed her forehead lightly as she leaned her head on his shoulder with a sigh. For a while, they just sat there enjoying each other's presence under the shade of the sturdy oak tree. This was what Draco wanted. To have a peaceful afternoon with his fiancée and with no interruptions. Yup. All he ever wanted until he felt something hot and wet touch his chest through his shirt.

Draco looked down at Hermione who had her eyes closed but was crying none the less though it was silent. He lifted her chin to his eye level and spoke to her in a whisper.

"Hermione? What's bothering you, love?" Hermione looked at him with sad eyes for a few moments before she threw herself onto Draco, sobbing with all her might.

"Oh, Draco." Draco rubbed Hermione's back as an act of comfort, to ease her pain which was clearly audible in her sobs. "What's the matter, Mia? Tell me. Talk to me, Mia."

Hermione took a few more minutes to cry before lifting her head from Draco's shoulder and looked at the ground below, not daring to look at Draco's eyes. But Draco, wanting to thoroughly comfort her, caressed her wet cheek an at the same time drying her tears. Hermione leaned at his touch and gave out a sigh of relief before leaning her head on Draco's shoulder once more.

Draco embraced her tightly, not wanting to let her go. He never ceased to stroke Hermione's cheek though and Hermione didn't mind. It somehow gave her a safe and comforting feeling. It made her know that she was not alone, that Draco was there if ever she needed comfort.

She giggled at the thought of Draco wearing a pink skirt, comforting her like how a big sister would. Hermione's giggles grew harder and louder and that made Draco look at her strangely.

"What's so funny?" he asked, lifting Hermione's face to his eyes level.

Hermione's just laughed even more at the sight of Draco's face. She just couldn't get the thought out of her head.

Draco just gave a sigh of defeat and lay down on the grass which made Hermione stop laughing and stare at his mesmerizing eyes.

"Oops. Sorry." Draco whispered deeply as he consciously felt the growing bulge in his pants. Hermione felt it too and suddenly the thought of Draco in a pink skirt flew away from her mind. What she was focusing on right now was the man below her and how his eyes could hypnotize even the wildest of beasts.

It wasn't long before the gap between them grew smaller and smaller until their lips finally met in a passionate kiss, one they haven't done all day. Hermione clutched Draco's shirt as Draco tilted her head to get the right angle. Then, Draco's velvety tongue slithered its way to Hermione's lips which opened automatically, welcoming him to explore every inch. Hermione then suddenly gasped as Draco quickly slid his hands underneath her shirt, caressing the small of her back.

It was only then that they broke apart when the urge to get air was needed and when a grasshopper hopped its way on Draco's nose. Draco suddenly sat up, wiggling his nose with a disheveled look specifically his hair. Though to Draco it looked annoying, to Hermione it looked sexy and it took all her willpower to walk to him on all fours and kiss him all over.

Draco suddenly stood up and offered a hand to her which she willingly accepted. He pulled her up but lost her balance. Fortunately, Draco was there to catch her and there they were again, lip-locking. But Hermione stopped the kiss when she noticed that it was already dark and she needed to go home. But Draco had other plans in mind.

He kept on kissing her neck and sucked on it hard until a hickey once again marred her creamy skin.

"Draco!" Hermione scolded as she touched the aching spot on her neck. "What were you thinking?!"

"About you," Draco simply answered as he smirked at her and pulled her to him for another round of snogging. But Hermione just didn't buy it.

"Draco, I have to go." she said, struggling to free herself from Draco's metallic grasp.

"No," Draco whispered in her ear which made her shudder. "Stay."

"But Draco-"

"No buts. It's too dark. You might get hurt."

"But there's school tomorrow." Hermione whined trying to reason out her departure.

"So?"

"Draco. It's a school night."

"And?"

"And we can't stay up late."

"Who said we were staying up late?" Draco asked with an amused look on her face. She as trapped.

"No..." Draco raised his brow at her. "...one."

Draco nodded. "Mm-hmm...thought so. Now, let's go inside. Dinner's almost ready."

All Hermione could do was follow her fiancé back inside the manor.


End of chapter seventeen...

A/N: I am so back! This is so exciting. I couldn't believe I actually finished a chapter. A long one too, in my opinion. Hope this was good. R&R!

*I know Lucius was a little, okay so he was VERY OOC. I just didn't want to write a dark fellow. I wanted someone who would tease and be a fatherly figure to Draco. Please don't flame me about Lucius.

*I know Harry was bashed in this chapter. I'm really sorry. You know me. First Oliver, then Lucius and then Harry. I want something out of the ordinary. I think basing fics on canon has a sort of a suffocating boundary. I just want the characters to be different in anyway I can but not over the edge. Hope you understand. (You can flame me about this.)

*R&R!