a/n Ok, I am soooooo sorry for not posting in ages. Been busy studying failing math. Lots of chappies coming up though. The plot is begining to thicken. Well, about as much as white sauce does when I make it.
"Draco, Hermione, here are your rooms." said Professor Dumbledore. He had led them to a pair of adjacent rooms at the back of the bus. "In each of your rooms there is a trunk. It has all of the clothing you packed, plus the ability to give you any clothing you may happen to need. You will be sharing a washroom. The password to this section is 'miscreant'. I'll be off now. Supper is in 1 hour." Hermione and Draco stared in awe at his receding form.
"Holy shit. We have this whole place to ourselves!" said Draco with a smirk.
"We sure do..." said Hermione with a smirk.
"Was that a trademark Malfoy smirk you just did??"
"I don't know."
"Nevermind, who cares." Draco pushed her against the wall.
"EEEExcuuuuuuse ME!" said a voice from behind them. Emediately jumped back and noticed the portrait of a stout monk on the wall.
"Er, right then... miscreant." said Hermione.
"Very well!" The portrait swung open leading to a spacious common room. Draco and Hermione walked into the room. Hermione lay down on the couch in a very seductive manner. Draco raked his eyes over her shapely body. He bent over, and began to once more snog her senseless. As the portrait door closed, a voice was heard to say "Fucking teenagers, fucking hormones, and fucking fucking celibacy."
Morning found a very naked Draco and Hermione lying tangled together on the couch. The had missed supper, but no one had gone looking for them. They were both fast asleep, until there was a very loud ding dong, and a voice came over the 'loud speaker'.
"Good Morning students!" said Proffessor McGonagal. "This is just an announcement that we are nearing the sunny city of Hollywood! Please get dressed, and meet in the breakfast hall. Since we are in muggle America, we will not be wearing uniforms- you may wear whatever you like."
Hermione and Draco both groaned. Then Hermione realized she could wear whatever she liked, and so she got up and walked to her room. Draco groaned (in fatigue or in lust?), finally getting up to take a cold shower(to wake up, or...?). Meanwhile, Hermione decided on faded denim booty shorts, a camo halter top, stilleto heels, and her Aritzia jacket (a/n you know, the puffy kind with fur around the collar). Draco settled on cargo pants, a white wife beater, and a camo button up shirt- unbuttoned of course.
"Hey! You can't wear camo! I'm wearing camo!" shrieked Hermione, when they both walked out into the common room.
"Ah, if anyone can't wear camo, it's You!" Draco shrieked back.
"Yeah right! Camo is SO not your color!"
"OH! Right, and it looks soooo good on you!"
"Whatever. You know, it doesn't matter. We're a couple, we can match."
"Alright."
They walked out of the room arm in arm, and into the dining hall for an exciting day of sightseeing.
"Draco, Hermione, here are your rooms." said Professor Dumbledore. He had led them to a pair of adjacent rooms at the back of the bus. "In each of your rooms there is a trunk. It has all of the clothing you packed, plus the ability to give you any clothing you may happen to need. You will be sharing a washroom. The password to this section is 'miscreant'. I'll be off now. Supper is in 1 hour." Hermione and Draco stared in awe at his receding form.
"Holy shit. We have this whole place to ourselves!" said Draco with a smirk.
"We sure do..." said Hermione with a smirk.
"Was that a trademark Malfoy smirk you just did??"
"I don't know."
"Nevermind, who cares." Draco pushed her against the wall.
"EEEExcuuuuuuse ME!" said a voice from behind them. Emediately jumped back and noticed the portrait of a stout monk on the wall.
"Er, right then... miscreant." said Hermione.
"Very well!" The portrait swung open leading to a spacious common room. Draco and Hermione walked into the room. Hermione lay down on the couch in a very seductive manner. Draco raked his eyes over her shapely body. He bent over, and began to once more snog her senseless. As the portrait door closed, a voice was heard to say "Fucking teenagers, fucking hormones, and fucking fucking celibacy."
Morning found a very naked Draco and Hermione lying tangled together on the couch. The had missed supper, but no one had gone looking for them. They were both fast asleep, until there was a very loud ding dong, and a voice came over the 'loud speaker'.
"Good Morning students!" said Proffessor McGonagal. "This is just an announcement that we are nearing the sunny city of Hollywood! Please get dressed, and meet in the breakfast hall. Since we are in muggle America, we will not be wearing uniforms- you may wear whatever you like."
Hermione and Draco both groaned. Then Hermione realized she could wear whatever she liked, and so she got up and walked to her room. Draco groaned (in fatigue or in lust?), finally getting up to take a cold shower(to wake up, or...?). Meanwhile, Hermione decided on faded denim booty shorts, a camo halter top, stilleto heels, and her Aritzia jacket (a/n you know, the puffy kind with fur around the collar). Draco settled on cargo pants, a white wife beater, and a camo button up shirt- unbuttoned of course.
"Hey! You can't wear camo! I'm wearing camo!" shrieked Hermione, when they both walked out into the common room.
"Ah, if anyone can't wear camo, it's You!" Draco shrieked back.
"Yeah right! Camo is SO not your color!"
"OH! Right, and it looks soooo good on you!"
"Whatever. You know, it doesn't matter. We're a couple, we can match."
"Alright."
They walked out of the room arm in arm, and into the dining hall for an exciting day of sightseeing.