I'm so sorry this and the last chappie took so long. Between writers block
and camping I have had no time. Then the comp got a virus.u get the idea.
"Get up sleepy head."
"Fuck off." Draco rolled his eyes and gently turned Hermione over. She flung her arm over her eyes, and tried to roll back to face the wall.
"We have to get ready 'Mione."
" I thought I told you to fuck off?" Hermione grumbled.
"You did love." Draco leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. Hermione muttered something against his mouth, but wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him to her. Then Draco pulled away.
"Get up!" He stripped the covers off her, leaving her in a red strappy top and black boxers.
"Damn you, Malfoy! It's cold!"
"It isn't. Don't make me get a cup of cold water."
"You are such a horrible person!" Hermione groaned as she sat up. She drew her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. "I am fucking cold."
"Aw." Draco sat down behind her and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her against his chest. Hermione leaned back against him. "You still have to get up, you know."
"Give me one good reason why I should."
"How bout we have to go to school today at its nine am, which means you have roughly forty-five minutes to get completely packed and ready?"
"What!!!" Hermione leapt out of bed, nimbly jumping over piles of her clothing. Draco's trunk was already packed and ready, sitting primly in the corner. Hers, on the other hand, was not. Her clothes were scattered everywhere, and the trunk itself was actually lying on its side, buried. "Scourio." Hermione commanded, and her bed made itself. She then lugged her trunk over and put it on the bed. She began chucking books in carefully, then started emptying the chest of drawers (not that there was much in it) into the trunk. For once, Hermione was tidy, and Draco could see she was slipping into her 'Hogwarts Hermione' persona. He came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and nuzzling her neck.
"Don't go all normal on me now." He murmured into her neck. Hermione laughed, and turned in his arms, rising on her tiptoes to kiss him lightly on the lips.
"So sorry. But if I'm messy when I pack this, it'll take forever for the creases to come out."
"Magic, love. It's what we do."
"I know. But I'd rather have one less thing to worry about, you know?"
"Yeah, true. And God knows we'll cause a commotion when we arrive. You still haven't taken your braids out."
"I'm doing that this morning. I'll wash the wrinkles out."
"Atta girl." Draco kissed her again, then she pulled away and turned back to her packing.
By 9.30 she had packed everything, which left fifteen minutes to go through the shower, get dressed, put makeup on, and hope to god her hair was alright. Not to mention eat.
At twenty to ten, Draco sat downstairs, eating donuts and mentally betting that Hermione wouldn't make it.
"She'll make it, you know." Marina said form across the table.
"She wont. She takes forever in the shower."
"She will. She's got a reason to get out, you know. I bet you ten galleons she's downstairs and ready on the stroke of quarter to."
"Done." The two of them shook hands, and Draco congratulated himself on gaining the easiest ten galleons ever.
Quarter to chimed on the grandfather clock and Draco glanced at Marina in triumph. She just shrugged.
"I cant believe you doubted me." Draco jumped nearly out of his skin. Hermione laughed, gingerly touching his slicked back hair. "I thought you'd grown out of that hairstyle. Honestly. It was fine when you were twelve. You are now seventeen."
"Well excuse me, little miss - whoa!"
"Little miss whoa? For crying out loud, Draco, if you're losing your touch I'm going back to Harry." Hermione slid into her chair, and Draco just goggled at her. Her braids were out, leaving dark brown hair with red streaks, which had been layered and fell around her face onto her shoulders. Her skirt was just below mid-thigh, and her shirt was a tiny bit tight. Not enough to be slutty, enough that the world knew Hermione had physical assets. Her tie was loosely tied around her neck, and her grey jumped was slung over the back of the chair. She wore skin-tone thin tights, and low-heeled pumps. Her makeup was toned down to just mascara, blusher, lip gloss and pale brown eye shadow.
"Not little miss whoa. Just whoa ought to do it." Draco managed to get out.
"I'm glad you like it. You don't look so bad either. The Slytherin uniform really suits you. You'd look awful as a Gryffindor."
"Back at you, only the other way around."
"I'd look great as a Slytherin." Hermione protested.
"With red streaks in your hair? Not likely."
"Fair enough, but green or silver streaks would just look wrong."
"What have you got against green or silver?" Draco demanded.
"Nothing except the fact that no one should have those colour streaks in their hair. It would look awful."
"I suppose."
"Good. I'm glad you bow down to my rightness."
"Excuse me?"
This conversation continued in the car, for most of the fifty minute journey to London. Then, when Hermione realised they were beginning to repeat themselves, she ended it, by simply assuming her haughty look and not answering. Draco simply assumed he'd won.
At the train station, the two said goodbye to Marina, promised to write, then went through the barriers. That's when Draco noticed the Head Girl badge on Hermione's robes.
"When did you become Head Girl?" he asked, half accusatory. And why am I not head boy? Hermione looked down at the red and gold badge proudly.
"When we got the letters about books and stuff. Why arent you wearing your badge?"
"Because I didn't get one, love." Hermione stopped suddenly, causing several students to have to go around her.
"You didn't get one? So who the hell is Head Boy? You were top in our year except for me, and I obviously cant get Head Boy."
"Obviously." Draco agreed with a grin.
"I wonder who is Head Boy then. God, it could be anyone. Ick."
"Ick?"
"Hufflepuff."
"Ah. Yes. Ick."
"Big Ick."
"Huge Ick."
"Ginormous Ick."
"Stupendous Ick."
"Let's shut up now."
"Lets."
The two of them boarded the train, stashed their trunks and sat down, the two of them taking all of the compartment space, since they both insisted on having their feet up, which took up pretty much all the seating space.
"There's an empty compartment here! Oh." Ginny walked in, took one look around, and stopped still.
"Hey Gin." Hermione said. She stood up. "Long time no see."
"No shit girl. What's this I hear about you cheating Harry for ferret boy?"
"Just that, I guess."
"Really?" Ginny asked.
"Really." Ginny hugged her.
"I never thought I'd say this, Mione, but you go girl! And thanks so much! Having Harry single improves my chances so much!"
"I know Gin. Have at it! Good luck." Hermione withdrew.
"I better go before they catch up with me." Ginny said. She glanced at Draco. "Hey Ferret Boy."
"Hi She-Weasel." Draco said, not looking up from his book. Ginny looked slightly shocked, then grinned.
"Bye Gin."
"Bye." Ginny walked out the compartment, and Hermione sat back down. She heard Ginny telling Ron and Harry the compartment was full, and heard them reply that there was space for all of them, so what the hell was Ginny on about?
They found out. Ron walked in, saw Draco and Hermione, and backed out, trying to stop Harry seeing. Hermione gave a little wave, which Ron replied to. Harry came in anyway, took one look and left, but not before Hermione saw the Head Boy badge on his robes.
When the compartment was actually empty and quiet again, Hermione spoke. "Harry's Head Boy."
"Damn." Draco said, not looking up.
"Is that book that interesting?" Hermione asked, standing up and going over to where Draco was reclining on the red seat. Draco looked up, raising an eyebrow.
"Are you feeling neglected, love?"
"Very."
"Aw." Draco put down the book, and drew Hermione onto his lap. He began kissing her neck, and she tilted her head back.
"I cant believe I have to live with Harry." Hermione complained. Draco pulled away.
"You do, don't you."
"Yeah, I do."
"Shit."
"That too."
(A/N soz about time lapses, I have a bit I wanna write but it doesn't come for another term, so forgive me, ok?)
When they arrived at school, they managed to get a carriage to themselves.
"I cant believe I have to spend most of my time with Harry." Hermione complained.
"Hmm." Draco said, still reading.
"What the fuck are you reading?" Hermione demanded, snatching the book from him.
"Hey!"
"Oh for god's sakes Draco. I would say grow up but you aren't even old enough to buy this sort of thing."
"Big deal. Now unless you're into voyeurism, give it back."
"Ugh!" Hermione threw it at him.
"I don't know what's wrong with it."
"You're disgusting." Hermione stared out the window, and it started to rain.
During the feast, Hermione sat on one side of Ron, with Harry on the other side. Neither boys talked to her. It didn't really matter though, what with Lavender chatting non-stop, Parvati drooling over some guy in Ravenclaw, and a fairly civilised conversation with Neville.
After the feast Professor McGonagall led Harry and Hermione up the stairs to the Head Boy/Girl suite. She looked like she was about to cry, and frankly, Hermione had neither the time nor the patience for it. "I'd just like you both to know how proud I am of you." The teacher sniffed and dabbed at her eyes with a red handkerchief. Hermione forced a tight smile onto her face. "The password is Lion." McGonagall hurried away, still sniffing and dabbing her eyes. Hermione rolled her eyes and went in.
"Oh for fuck's sakes!" she swore, and clapped a hand over her eyes. The entire common room was decked out in red and gold, and was worse than the Gryffindor common room. She felt her way over to her door, and pushed it open. She peeked through her fingers, only to swear again. Reaching for her wand, she bleached the room of colour, and only opened her eyes again when the room was a horrible shade of offwhite. "Why why why why?" Hermione repeated as she fixed her room. She turned the bed and all its drapes black, same with the rest of the furniture, and the walls a dark red. She spelled the ceiling so it was like the ceiling of the great hall (A/N wouldn't that be so cool?) and let herself relax.
The next morning at breakfast Hermione ate in silence, reading. When she finally did look up, Draco was staring at her. Hermione smiled, and Draco winked. Hermione stuck her tongue out and then got up and left. She had barely gone out the hall when a hand clapped down on her shoulder. She was spun around and felt a mouth press bruisingly against her own.
"Draco - god!" Hermione pulled herself away. "Oh shit. Harry!" Hermione broke away from the dark haired man.
"What the fuck?" She demanded.
"You were mine, Hermione. Mine."
"I was and still am my own. Neither you nor Draco own me. Draco seems to grasp that concept. You cant. That is why it is him and me now, not you and me." Harry slapped at her, and sent Hermione reeling to the floor. He knelt by her and drew back his hand again, but before Hermione could react, Harry was stopped.
"Touch her again and I will fucking kill you." A cold deadly voice behind Harry spoke. Hermione rolled away from under Harry and stood, brushing herself off.
"This is none of your business, Malfoy." "Actually, it is. She's my girlfriend."
"She's mine!" Harry roared, spinning around, and slamming his fist into Draco's face.
"Harry stop it!" Hermione cried, running and getting between them.
"Move Hermione!"
"No!" Hermione lashed out, and Harry reeled backwards, clutching his broken nose. He stared up at the two of them. Malfoy with his bloody nose, and Hermione with a red hand print on her cheek and blazing eyes. "Harry. You need to get over us. There is no us anymore. I'm sorry, but I made my choice."
"So you have little traitor." Harry spat.
"As you say."
Another chapter done. The next chapter is probably gonna cover the entire september to christmas term, because after that I have something I really want to do, and I cant do it if I leave it much later, because I'll forget bits or I wont be bothered etc etc.
"Get up sleepy head."
"Fuck off." Draco rolled his eyes and gently turned Hermione over. She flung her arm over her eyes, and tried to roll back to face the wall.
"We have to get ready 'Mione."
" I thought I told you to fuck off?" Hermione grumbled.
"You did love." Draco leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. Hermione muttered something against his mouth, but wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him to her. Then Draco pulled away.
"Get up!" He stripped the covers off her, leaving her in a red strappy top and black boxers.
"Damn you, Malfoy! It's cold!"
"It isn't. Don't make me get a cup of cold water."
"You are such a horrible person!" Hermione groaned as she sat up. She drew her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. "I am fucking cold."
"Aw." Draco sat down behind her and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her against his chest. Hermione leaned back against him. "You still have to get up, you know."
"Give me one good reason why I should."
"How bout we have to go to school today at its nine am, which means you have roughly forty-five minutes to get completely packed and ready?"
"What!!!" Hermione leapt out of bed, nimbly jumping over piles of her clothing. Draco's trunk was already packed and ready, sitting primly in the corner. Hers, on the other hand, was not. Her clothes were scattered everywhere, and the trunk itself was actually lying on its side, buried. "Scourio." Hermione commanded, and her bed made itself. She then lugged her trunk over and put it on the bed. She began chucking books in carefully, then started emptying the chest of drawers (not that there was much in it) into the trunk. For once, Hermione was tidy, and Draco could see she was slipping into her 'Hogwarts Hermione' persona. He came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and nuzzling her neck.
"Don't go all normal on me now." He murmured into her neck. Hermione laughed, and turned in his arms, rising on her tiptoes to kiss him lightly on the lips.
"So sorry. But if I'm messy when I pack this, it'll take forever for the creases to come out."
"Magic, love. It's what we do."
"I know. But I'd rather have one less thing to worry about, you know?"
"Yeah, true. And God knows we'll cause a commotion when we arrive. You still haven't taken your braids out."
"I'm doing that this morning. I'll wash the wrinkles out."
"Atta girl." Draco kissed her again, then she pulled away and turned back to her packing.
By 9.30 she had packed everything, which left fifteen minutes to go through the shower, get dressed, put makeup on, and hope to god her hair was alright. Not to mention eat.
At twenty to ten, Draco sat downstairs, eating donuts and mentally betting that Hermione wouldn't make it.
"She'll make it, you know." Marina said form across the table.
"She wont. She takes forever in the shower."
"She will. She's got a reason to get out, you know. I bet you ten galleons she's downstairs and ready on the stroke of quarter to."
"Done." The two of them shook hands, and Draco congratulated himself on gaining the easiest ten galleons ever.
Quarter to chimed on the grandfather clock and Draco glanced at Marina in triumph. She just shrugged.
"I cant believe you doubted me." Draco jumped nearly out of his skin. Hermione laughed, gingerly touching his slicked back hair. "I thought you'd grown out of that hairstyle. Honestly. It was fine when you were twelve. You are now seventeen."
"Well excuse me, little miss - whoa!"
"Little miss whoa? For crying out loud, Draco, if you're losing your touch I'm going back to Harry." Hermione slid into her chair, and Draco just goggled at her. Her braids were out, leaving dark brown hair with red streaks, which had been layered and fell around her face onto her shoulders. Her skirt was just below mid-thigh, and her shirt was a tiny bit tight. Not enough to be slutty, enough that the world knew Hermione had physical assets. Her tie was loosely tied around her neck, and her grey jumped was slung over the back of the chair. She wore skin-tone thin tights, and low-heeled pumps. Her makeup was toned down to just mascara, blusher, lip gloss and pale brown eye shadow.
"Not little miss whoa. Just whoa ought to do it." Draco managed to get out.
"I'm glad you like it. You don't look so bad either. The Slytherin uniform really suits you. You'd look awful as a Gryffindor."
"Back at you, only the other way around."
"I'd look great as a Slytherin." Hermione protested.
"With red streaks in your hair? Not likely."
"Fair enough, but green or silver streaks would just look wrong."
"What have you got against green or silver?" Draco demanded.
"Nothing except the fact that no one should have those colour streaks in their hair. It would look awful."
"I suppose."
"Good. I'm glad you bow down to my rightness."
"Excuse me?"
This conversation continued in the car, for most of the fifty minute journey to London. Then, when Hermione realised they were beginning to repeat themselves, she ended it, by simply assuming her haughty look and not answering. Draco simply assumed he'd won.
At the train station, the two said goodbye to Marina, promised to write, then went through the barriers. That's when Draco noticed the Head Girl badge on Hermione's robes.
"When did you become Head Girl?" he asked, half accusatory. And why am I not head boy? Hermione looked down at the red and gold badge proudly.
"When we got the letters about books and stuff. Why arent you wearing your badge?"
"Because I didn't get one, love." Hermione stopped suddenly, causing several students to have to go around her.
"You didn't get one? So who the hell is Head Boy? You were top in our year except for me, and I obviously cant get Head Boy."
"Obviously." Draco agreed with a grin.
"I wonder who is Head Boy then. God, it could be anyone. Ick."
"Ick?"
"Hufflepuff."
"Ah. Yes. Ick."
"Big Ick."
"Huge Ick."
"Ginormous Ick."
"Stupendous Ick."
"Let's shut up now."
"Lets."
The two of them boarded the train, stashed their trunks and sat down, the two of them taking all of the compartment space, since they both insisted on having their feet up, which took up pretty much all the seating space.
"There's an empty compartment here! Oh." Ginny walked in, took one look around, and stopped still.
"Hey Gin." Hermione said. She stood up. "Long time no see."
"No shit girl. What's this I hear about you cheating Harry for ferret boy?"
"Just that, I guess."
"Really?" Ginny asked.
"Really." Ginny hugged her.
"I never thought I'd say this, Mione, but you go girl! And thanks so much! Having Harry single improves my chances so much!"
"I know Gin. Have at it! Good luck." Hermione withdrew.
"I better go before they catch up with me." Ginny said. She glanced at Draco. "Hey Ferret Boy."
"Hi She-Weasel." Draco said, not looking up from his book. Ginny looked slightly shocked, then grinned.
"Bye Gin."
"Bye." Ginny walked out the compartment, and Hermione sat back down. She heard Ginny telling Ron and Harry the compartment was full, and heard them reply that there was space for all of them, so what the hell was Ginny on about?
They found out. Ron walked in, saw Draco and Hermione, and backed out, trying to stop Harry seeing. Hermione gave a little wave, which Ron replied to. Harry came in anyway, took one look and left, but not before Hermione saw the Head Boy badge on his robes.
When the compartment was actually empty and quiet again, Hermione spoke. "Harry's Head Boy."
"Damn." Draco said, not looking up.
"Is that book that interesting?" Hermione asked, standing up and going over to where Draco was reclining on the red seat. Draco looked up, raising an eyebrow.
"Are you feeling neglected, love?"
"Very."
"Aw." Draco put down the book, and drew Hermione onto his lap. He began kissing her neck, and she tilted her head back.
"I cant believe I have to live with Harry." Hermione complained. Draco pulled away.
"You do, don't you."
"Yeah, I do."
"Shit."
"That too."
(A/N soz about time lapses, I have a bit I wanna write but it doesn't come for another term, so forgive me, ok?)
When they arrived at school, they managed to get a carriage to themselves.
"I cant believe I have to spend most of my time with Harry." Hermione complained.
"Hmm." Draco said, still reading.
"What the fuck are you reading?" Hermione demanded, snatching the book from him.
"Hey!"
"Oh for god's sakes Draco. I would say grow up but you aren't even old enough to buy this sort of thing."
"Big deal. Now unless you're into voyeurism, give it back."
"Ugh!" Hermione threw it at him.
"I don't know what's wrong with it."
"You're disgusting." Hermione stared out the window, and it started to rain.
During the feast, Hermione sat on one side of Ron, with Harry on the other side. Neither boys talked to her. It didn't really matter though, what with Lavender chatting non-stop, Parvati drooling over some guy in Ravenclaw, and a fairly civilised conversation with Neville.
After the feast Professor McGonagall led Harry and Hermione up the stairs to the Head Boy/Girl suite. She looked like she was about to cry, and frankly, Hermione had neither the time nor the patience for it. "I'd just like you both to know how proud I am of you." The teacher sniffed and dabbed at her eyes with a red handkerchief. Hermione forced a tight smile onto her face. "The password is Lion." McGonagall hurried away, still sniffing and dabbing her eyes. Hermione rolled her eyes and went in.
"Oh for fuck's sakes!" she swore, and clapped a hand over her eyes. The entire common room was decked out in red and gold, and was worse than the Gryffindor common room. She felt her way over to her door, and pushed it open. She peeked through her fingers, only to swear again. Reaching for her wand, she bleached the room of colour, and only opened her eyes again when the room was a horrible shade of offwhite. "Why why why why?" Hermione repeated as she fixed her room. She turned the bed and all its drapes black, same with the rest of the furniture, and the walls a dark red. She spelled the ceiling so it was like the ceiling of the great hall (A/N wouldn't that be so cool?) and let herself relax.
The next morning at breakfast Hermione ate in silence, reading. When she finally did look up, Draco was staring at her. Hermione smiled, and Draco winked. Hermione stuck her tongue out and then got up and left. She had barely gone out the hall when a hand clapped down on her shoulder. She was spun around and felt a mouth press bruisingly against her own.
"Draco - god!" Hermione pulled herself away. "Oh shit. Harry!" Hermione broke away from the dark haired man.
"What the fuck?" She demanded.
"You were mine, Hermione. Mine."
"I was and still am my own. Neither you nor Draco own me. Draco seems to grasp that concept. You cant. That is why it is him and me now, not you and me." Harry slapped at her, and sent Hermione reeling to the floor. He knelt by her and drew back his hand again, but before Hermione could react, Harry was stopped.
"Touch her again and I will fucking kill you." A cold deadly voice behind Harry spoke. Hermione rolled away from under Harry and stood, brushing herself off.
"This is none of your business, Malfoy." "Actually, it is. She's my girlfriend."
"She's mine!" Harry roared, spinning around, and slamming his fist into Draco's face.
"Harry stop it!" Hermione cried, running and getting between them.
"Move Hermione!"
"No!" Hermione lashed out, and Harry reeled backwards, clutching his broken nose. He stared up at the two of them. Malfoy with his bloody nose, and Hermione with a red hand print on her cheek and blazing eyes. "Harry. You need to get over us. There is no us anymore. I'm sorry, but I made my choice."
"So you have little traitor." Harry spat.
"As you say."
Another chapter done. The next chapter is probably gonna cover the entire september to christmas term, because after that I have something I really want to do, and I cant do it if I leave it much later, because I'll forget bits or I wont be bothered etc etc.