Sorry it's been so long! I've been working on some stories for
fictionpress.com, so if you guys want to check any of them out.I also have
another story for fanfiction.net in the works, and it's my first non-
Draco/Hermione piece, so go easy on me.
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-Last time on Hands Down-
"I say that you and Draco go on a date."
"What?" "Have you gone mad?" Both Hermione and Draco jumped up in protest.
Pansy smiled. "If you do it, I'll give you both 500 galleons." That shut them up.
Everyone was silent for a moment. "Why?"
They looked up to Hermione. "Why should we go on a date? What's in it for you?"
"I just want to see what would happen. Just for kicks. If you do it, I lose 1,000 galleons. If you don't, nothing happens." Hermione looked thoughtful.
"Fine, but I'm not saying I'll enjoy it."
Draco nodded. "Yeah, me too."
After both shook hands with Pansy to seal the deal, she said in a sugary- sweet voice, "Oh, and did I mention that I get to decide what you do on your date?"
She smirked as her friends' faces became red, too angry to speak.
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Hermione and Draco sat uncomfortably in the cushioned chairs at La Bella Nota. Both were angered that they had agreed to Pansy's bet, and were trying to remind themselves of the reward - 500 galleons. Even Draco had to admit that it was a sizable sum of money, one that even he couldn't refuse.
Their waiter returned with their meals - lasagna for Draco and spaghetti for Hermione. They began to eat in silence, trying to ignore each other's presence.
Draco had to admit that Hermione looked stunning, similar to as she had at the Malfoy Ball. This time, her dress was strapless and reached only to her mid thighs, provoking more than a few nastier thoughts to wander into his mind.
It was likewise with Hermione (with the exception of the dress and the thoughts). Draco looked quite handsome in khaki pants and a white polo shirt. He had a crisp, clean look to him, and was wearing cologne that smelled wonderfully, and, unlike many men, did not overuse it. He smelled like heaven, in a sense.
Hermione looked up from her half-eaten meal and sighed heavily. "That's enough," she said exasperatedly.
"What's enough?" Hermione sighed again.
"This." Draco looked at her intently.
"Meaning.?" Hermione leaned forward slightly.
"We can't keep doing this. Ignoring each other. It doesn't qualify as a date.even I know that. And Pansy will be able to tell if this was a date, believe me." Draco signed resignedly.
"I hate to say it, but you're right." Hermione held back a triumphant grin. She knew that rubbing Draco's admittance in his face was not the way to go about doing this.
"I say that we ditch this place and get a pizza." Draco laughed.
"Once again, you're right. I suppose it's on me." Hermione laughed bitterly.
"Yes, because you have no money to spare. Please, Draco, we all know that you have more than enough cash to give twenty third-world countries enough food to last a life time." Draco shook his head in feigned sadness.
"Yes, I know. Sad, but true." Hermione looked at him thoughtfully, and after a moment finally spoke again.
"You know, it's actually quite nice to have a civilized conversation with you, Malfoy." He smiled.
"Tonight, it's Draco." Hermione smiled back.
"OK, Draco." Draco stood and helped her out of her seat.
"Then let's get going. Hermione."
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Had you attended Hogwarts and had been looking in at Draco and Hermione, you might have died of shock. It was ten o'clock P.M., and the two were snuggled warmly under a thick blanket, on Hermione's couch, watching Armageddon (at her request).
It was the scene when Bruce Willis is talking to his daughter, and Hermione's eye makeup was running in streams down her face. She sniffed, and grabbed yet another tissue. She blew her nose, and tossed it in the already large pile that had formed beside the couch.
In a few minutes, the movie was over, and Hermione had successfully managed to wipe most of her eye makeup off of her face.
"I don't care how many times I've seen that movie - I will never not cry at that part." Draco looked down at Hermione as she said this and nodded. Even his eyes had misted over a bit.
"So.what now?" Hermione thought for a moment, then shrugged.
"I don't know. Any ideas?" Draco shook his head.
"None whatsoever." Both lapsed into silence, and it wasn't for about ten minutes until Draco spoke again. "Twister."
"What?"
"Twister." Hermione looked at Draco as if he had gone daft.
"As in Twister, 'The Hot Spot!', Twister?" Draco nodded.
"Yes, as in Twister with that horribly corny commercial." Hermione laughed and shrugged.
"Sure, why not?"
She bewitched the spinner to spin by itself, and the game commenced.
*Thirty minutes later.*
Hermione groaned as she struggled to move her left hand to a blue spot, going under Draco's right foot. He had found that perhaps it hadn't been such a good idea to suggest the game, for Hermione was a fairly aggressive player.
"Right hand yellow!" Hermione sighed as she lifted her hand from red and slid it over to a yellow spot. She had been in a very uncomfortably position from the start, and was not having the time of her life. However, she was amused to see how Draco struggled to keep up with her.
Draco gasped and let himself drop heavily, sighing in relief as he spread himself out on the Twister mat. Hermione jumped up in triumph, holding her hands above her head. After a few seconds of fame, she joined Draco on the floor, relaxing her worn muscles.
"That was horrid." Draco nodded in agreement, too exhausted to speak. After a moment, he regained his breath.
"That was craziness. Sheer insanity." Hermione chuckled softly.
"You're just pissed off because I beat you." Draco joined her laughter.
"You could say that." Hermione sighed a sigh of relief and spread her arms and legs out. She was glad to see that Draco had rolled over and was packing up the game.
"This was fun." Draco looked up.
"Yes, it was, wasn't it?" Hermione smiled warmly at the man in front of her.
"You know, a person could really get used to you." Draco smiled in return.
"I could say the same for you."
No one moved for a moment. They were sitting on the floor across from each other, motionless. Hermione turned her head to look Draco in the eyes. She was surprised by what she saw. No icy blue.no stone, unreadable gray. They were a warm silvery-blue, showing all his emotions - his happiness.
And she leaned forward, gently touching her soft lips to his. She pulled back as suddenly as she had leaned forward, and cast her eyes downward. "Sorry." After a moment of silence, she looked up again. "I lied."
"What?" Hermione looked Draco in the eyes again.
"I lied. I'm not sorry."
And she met his lips hungrily with hers. And before he knew what he was doing, he was returning the kiss, caressing her lips with his. She tasted of strawberries - she tasted delicious.
Her hand snaked behind his neck and found its way into his soft blond hair. As his tongue met hers, she dug her fingernails into his scalp, and he moaned softly in ecstasy.
His hand found her waist, and pulled her on top of him. He ran his fingers through her gorgeous hair as their tongues danced wildly.
Her soft hand fell upon his face, tracing his jaw line gently, sending chills up and down his spine. He groaned again in the back of his throat, and she smiled inwardly.
She pulled him up, and stood up with him, their lips never parting, and led him up the stairs to a room. His eyes widened slightly as he took in the scene before him: a large, candlelit room, in the center, a large, king size waterbed.
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Mina-chan2 - Here you go! Hope you enjoy it!
shelly - Yeah, I don't usually read about Pansy and Hermione being friends, but I guess I just got tired of hearing how much of a slut she is. I like to be different. Enjoy!
Blue Rain1 - I agree with your opinion on Pansy, and I too am guilty of portraying her like that in my other stories. I'm glad you found that funny.I did, too!
dirtee.B - Well, here it is!
Serpent de feu - Well, I had to keep him in character, didn't I? He's softened up a bit, though, hasn't he (in this chapter, at least)?
Apollonia2 - Yes, I can't wait either.just you wait until chapter 4 *evil grin* Enjoy!
elfgirl - Thanks so much! Enjoy this chapter!
SickGirl42 - Well, here's your answer.enjoy it!
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A/N: OK I think we all know what's next, do we not? So if you don't like the whole.cough.sex stuff, just leave now. Don't even bother with this story. Hey.it's how you and me got here, isn't it?
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-Last time on Hands Down-
"I say that you and Draco go on a date."
"What?" "Have you gone mad?" Both Hermione and Draco jumped up in protest.
Pansy smiled. "If you do it, I'll give you both 500 galleons." That shut them up.
Everyone was silent for a moment. "Why?"
They looked up to Hermione. "Why should we go on a date? What's in it for you?"
"I just want to see what would happen. Just for kicks. If you do it, I lose 1,000 galleons. If you don't, nothing happens." Hermione looked thoughtful.
"Fine, but I'm not saying I'll enjoy it."
Draco nodded. "Yeah, me too."
After both shook hands with Pansy to seal the deal, she said in a sugary- sweet voice, "Oh, and did I mention that I get to decide what you do on your date?"
She smirked as her friends' faces became red, too angry to speak.
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Hermione and Draco sat uncomfortably in the cushioned chairs at La Bella Nota. Both were angered that they had agreed to Pansy's bet, and were trying to remind themselves of the reward - 500 galleons. Even Draco had to admit that it was a sizable sum of money, one that even he couldn't refuse.
Their waiter returned with their meals - lasagna for Draco and spaghetti for Hermione. They began to eat in silence, trying to ignore each other's presence.
Draco had to admit that Hermione looked stunning, similar to as she had at the Malfoy Ball. This time, her dress was strapless and reached only to her mid thighs, provoking more than a few nastier thoughts to wander into his mind.
It was likewise with Hermione (with the exception of the dress and the thoughts). Draco looked quite handsome in khaki pants and a white polo shirt. He had a crisp, clean look to him, and was wearing cologne that smelled wonderfully, and, unlike many men, did not overuse it. He smelled like heaven, in a sense.
Hermione looked up from her half-eaten meal and sighed heavily. "That's enough," she said exasperatedly.
"What's enough?" Hermione sighed again.
"This." Draco looked at her intently.
"Meaning.?" Hermione leaned forward slightly.
"We can't keep doing this. Ignoring each other. It doesn't qualify as a date.even I know that. And Pansy will be able to tell if this was a date, believe me." Draco signed resignedly.
"I hate to say it, but you're right." Hermione held back a triumphant grin. She knew that rubbing Draco's admittance in his face was not the way to go about doing this.
"I say that we ditch this place and get a pizza." Draco laughed.
"Once again, you're right. I suppose it's on me." Hermione laughed bitterly.
"Yes, because you have no money to spare. Please, Draco, we all know that you have more than enough cash to give twenty third-world countries enough food to last a life time." Draco shook his head in feigned sadness.
"Yes, I know. Sad, but true." Hermione looked at him thoughtfully, and after a moment finally spoke again.
"You know, it's actually quite nice to have a civilized conversation with you, Malfoy." He smiled.
"Tonight, it's Draco." Hermione smiled back.
"OK, Draco." Draco stood and helped her out of her seat.
"Then let's get going. Hermione."
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Had you attended Hogwarts and had been looking in at Draco and Hermione, you might have died of shock. It was ten o'clock P.M., and the two were snuggled warmly under a thick blanket, on Hermione's couch, watching Armageddon (at her request).
It was the scene when Bruce Willis is talking to his daughter, and Hermione's eye makeup was running in streams down her face. She sniffed, and grabbed yet another tissue. She blew her nose, and tossed it in the already large pile that had formed beside the couch.
In a few minutes, the movie was over, and Hermione had successfully managed to wipe most of her eye makeup off of her face.
"I don't care how many times I've seen that movie - I will never not cry at that part." Draco looked down at Hermione as she said this and nodded. Even his eyes had misted over a bit.
"So.what now?" Hermione thought for a moment, then shrugged.
"I don't know. Any ideas?" Draco shook his head.
"None whatsoever." Both lapsed into silence, and it wasn't for about ten minutes until Draco spoke again. "Twister."
"What?"
"Twister." Hermione looked at Draco as if he had gone daft.
"As in Twister, 'The Hot Spot!', Twister?" Draco nodded.
"Yes, as in Twister with that horribly corny commercial." Hermione laughed and shrugged.
"Sure, why not?"
She bewitched the spinner to spin by itself, and the game commenced.
*Thirty minutes later.*
Hermione groaned as she struggled to move her left hand to a blue spot, going under Draco's right foot. He had found that perhaps it hadn't been such a good idea to suggest the game, for Hermione was a fairly aggressive player.
"Right hand yellow!" Hermione sighed as she lifted her hand from red and slid it over to a yellow spot. She had been in a very uncomfortably position from the start, and was not having the time of her life. However, she was amused to see how Draco struggled to keep up with her.
Draco gasped and let himself drop heavily, sighing in relief as he spread himself out on the Twister mat. Hermione jumped up in triumph, holding her hands above her head. After a few seconds of fame, she joined Draco on the floor, relaxing her worn muscles.
"That was horrid." Draco nodded in agreement, too exhausted to speak. After a moment, he regained his breath.
"That was craziness. Sheer insanity." Hermione chuckled softly.
"You're just pissed off because I beat you." Draco joined her laughter.
"You could say that." Hermione sighed a sigh of relief and spread her arms and legs out. She was glad to see that Draco had rolled over and was packing up the game.
"This was fun." Draco looked up.
"Yes, it was, wasn't it?" Hermione smiled warmly at the man in front of her.
"You know, a person could really get used to you." Draco smiled in return.
"I could say the same for you."
No one moved for a moment. They were sitting on the floor across from each other, motionless. Hermione turned her head to look Draco in the eyes. She was surprised by what she saw. No icy blue.no stone, unreadable gray. They were a warm silvery-blue, showing all his emotions - his happiness.
And she leaned forward, gently touching her soft lips to his. She pulled back as suddenly as she had leaned forward, and cast her eyes downward. "Sorry." After a moment of silence, she looked up again. "I lied."
"What?" Hermione looked Draco in the eyes again.
"I lied. I'm not sorry."
And she met his lips hungrily with hers. And before he knew what he was doing, he was returning the kiss, caressing her lips with his. She tasted of strawberries - she tasted delicious.
Her hand snaked behind his neck and found its way into his soft blond hair. As his tongue met hers, she dug her fingernails into his scalp, and he moaned softly in ecstasy.
His hand found her waist, and pulled her on top of him. He ran his fingers through her gorgeous hair as their tongues danced wildly.
Her soft hand fell upon his face, tracing his jaw line gently, sending chills up and down his spine. He groaned again in the back of his throat, and she smiled inwardly.
She pulled him up, and stood up with him, their lips never parting, and led him up the stairs to a room. His eyes widened slightly as he took in the scene before him: a large, candlelit room, in the center, a large, king size waterbed.
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Mina-chan2 - Here you go! Hope you enjoy it!
shelly - Yeah, I don't usually read about Pansy and Hermione being friends, but I guess I just got tired of hearing how much of a slut she is. I like to be different. Enjoy!
Blue Rain1 - I agree with your opinion on Pansy, and I too am guilty of portraying her like that in my other stories. I'm glad you found that funny.I did, too!
dirtee.B - Well, here it is!
Serpent de feu - Well, I had to keep him in character, didn't I? He's softened up a bit, though, hasn't he (in this chapter, at least)?
Apollonia2 - Yes, I can't wait either.just you wait until chapter 4 *evil grin* Enjoy!
elfgirl - Thanks so much! Enjoy this chapter!
SickGirl42 - Well, here's your answer.enjoy it!
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A/N: OK I think we all know what's next, do we not? So if you don't like the whole.cough.sex stuff, just leave now. Don't even bother with this story. Hey.it's how you and me got here, isn't it?