Winter Wonderland.
Chapter Three: Decisions and biscuits.
Disclaimer. Of course I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters, ideas, made up words or worlds. This story is set in the children's sixth year.
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Chapter Three: Decisions and biscuits.
Draco wasn't sure what had just come over him but for whatever reason he found himself holding on tightly to the last person in the world he would even dream of touching, much less hug (besides Harry Potter that is.) He could feel her taking in sharp breaths and her exhaling heated his skin through his sweater. Hermione seemed to be trying her hardest to suck in her tears.
"These are the sorts of thinks I'm talking about." She swallowed and said in a low voice. 'Why am I even letting him hold me like this? Why is he holding me?' she reached up sliding her hands up his chest and pushed off. Draco looked down at her with confusion written all over his face. "Please, decide how you're going to act. It was easier when you were just and idiotic selfish brat, you're really easy to hate you know?" She looked at her feet. 'God you are so stupid Hermione.' She scolded herself and took a step back realizing how dangerously close to him she was.
"I'm guessing you want to put your things away?" She motioned to his trunk. Draco didn't answer he seemed to be in a sort of daze. He was busy thinking of everything that had just gone on. He was angry with himself for showing Hermione, a muggle born, his weak side. Hermione wanted to know what was wrong with him; he didn't even know what was going on. Draco considered owling his mother but his father had a nasty habit of censoring any mail that came into the Malfoy manner no matter whom it was addressed to.
"Draco?" Hermione asked then quickly clapped her hand over her mouth realizing she just used his first name. He looked up at her with fire in his silvery grey eyes. "What did you call me?" he barked. Hermione was fed up, the way he was acting was ridiculous he was worse then a child. "I called you a half witted prat." She said sarcastically her gaze tore through him. 'Why does it always come to this?'
"I'm tired of playing your stupid games Malfoy. Good night." She stormed off to her room intending to send owls to both Harry and Ron, not to tell them about Malfoy but just to keep her self from breaking something, like Malfoys neck. She wouldn't dare tell them about the brief moment Draco Malfoy actually acted like a human being and then quickly changed back to his old self. Ron would be livid and threatening to kill anything and everything that had anything to do with Draco Malfoy and Harry, she was sure, would be at her door the instant he received the letter.
'I'll just pretend like it never happened, its so much easier to hate him then it is to-" Hermione quickly stopped herself and shook her head. "No way I wouldn't like Malfoy if he were the last boy on earth." She decided she better get stated on her letters before her thoughts went any further.
Draco flopped down on the bed in the guest room, he had unpacked all his things and was considering getting a jump on the paper Mrs. McGonagall had assigned for over the break. "Let see if I could be a animal I would be.this is mad." He mumbled to himself. He didn't see how telling her what ruddy animal he would morph into would benefit him in class. "I wonder what Grangers up to. Crying to Potty and Weasel I bet." He laughed a little but than began to think of what had just happened between them. Why did he feel guilty then When she crying he felt like he was being ripped in tow. He didn't want to be so nasty to her but if he was nice to her he was afraid he would see that irresistible side to her that seemed to have potter snagged and even Weasley. His father had put so much pressure on his shoulders about upholding the prized and world-renowned name of Malfoy. He was now the only Malfoy capable of continuing the family name he was force to act like his father more and more. Something was holding him back though, he wasn't fond of Malfoy senior but he didn't exactly loathe him either. Draco just didn't want to be his father.
'Maybe this week will be good for me. I can just be myself and if myself feels like being nice to that goodie-goodie Granger then so be it.' Draco reasoned with himself stretching out onto the full length of the bed thinking if he had just made the right decision. He thought about the things Hermione had said: 'Swallow your pride.' The words rang in his ears. 'And then she cried.' He put his hands behind his head and let out a heavy sigh. "Why did I feel guilty?" He wondered out loud. "If I were me and not my father, or at least what my father wanted me to be how would I answer?" He sat up and ran his fingers through his platinum blonde locks in one smooth motion.
'I know what I would say, or what I'm supposed to say.' He frowned. " Rule number one: Deny deny deny, a Malfoy never admits to guilt, even if they are." He considered writing a handbook on how to be a Malfoy.
"That is what I'm supposed to say but what I should say is I'm sorry." He slid of the bed and padded out into the hall.
"Gran-" he began to yell. 'No no wait. Myself would call her Hermione.' He wrinkled his brow, being himself was kind of hard.
"Hermione!" he wasn't sure what door was hers, he had been a little distracted when she stormed off. He got no answers and honestly expected this. Her really didn't deserve an answer from her. "Hermione! Dumbledore is here to see you something about head girl." He grinned, 'That will get her out.'
"Where?!" She rocketed out of the last door at the end of the hallway. "Where is Dumbledore?" She stared at Draco who still had a grin plastered on his handsome face. "I just needed to get you out here." He looked at her.
"For what? Did you do that just to get a quick laugh because you've got nothing better to do with you time?" Some how she found herself toe to toe with him starring him straight in the face
"You're such a jerk!" She glared daggers at him.
"Hold on, I've been thinking." He pushed down one of her balled fist down.
"You have been thinking? I can't imagine." She said hotly.
Yes, about what you said, about swallowing my pride and all of Dumbledore's madness about finding the good and everyone." Hermione could tell he as having trouble pumping the words out. He had talked very fast as if her were afraid someone was coming and he had some secret that was so urgent he had to get it out at that very moment.
"Have you?" She still was a little cautious around him.
"I have." He nodded; her really didn't want to tell her all the details about his decision and hoped that she wouldn't ask about it.
"So what are you trying to tell me?" She quirked and eyebrow, she already knew the answer but she wanted to hear it from his mouth, if he could manage.
"Well you were right. I mean about me not being very easy to like. I know that." He frowned. Before he really didn't care and the fact that people feared him was pleasing to him because that meant power. And what Malfoy would be complete without power?
"What are you getting at?" She strung him along.
"Look Hermione I'm sorry." He looked up to the ceiling upset he had even gotten himself into this position.
"You are apologizing to me?" She pointed at herself.
Draco looked at her with anger in his eyes. "YES!" He growled. Hermione gave him a warning look. "Yes I am." He said in a civil tone.
"Are you sure you can keep this up?" Hermione looked up at his tall figure.
"Once I decide something I stick by it but don't think that just because I decided to be nice to you during vacation that I'm going to be nice to you pathetic friends in Gryffindor namely Potter and Weasley when we get back to school. I do have a reputation to keep you know? Draco looked at her very seriously.
"Right. I should have guessed, well are you hungry Malfoy?" She leaned against the wall.
"Draco. And yeah a little." He admitted
"Well then, Draco lets eat." She grabbed his hand and started for the kitchen downstairs. She still wasn't going to let her guard down around him. Draco seemed very unstable with his feelings and the way he was handing his emotions lately. She was happy he was making and honest attempt to get along with her. Maybe Dumbledore was right after all. There was a little good in everyone.
"What is safe to eat?" Draco was now raiding the kitchen cabinets. "You can have whatever or we can make something." Hermione smiled then joined him in looking in at what kind of food was available for a quick bite to eat.
"We can make something? Where are you house elves?" Draco shuddered at the thought of having to make his own meal. He wasn't even sure it would be eatable if he even tried to make some food the muggle way. How was he supposed to even know how to uses some of these strange contraptions, he looked around the kitchen.
"This is a muggle world you're living in now, don't you remember? No elves to do your every will Draco." Hermione rolled her eyes.
"This is not going to be fun." He munched on a biscuit.
"It's not so hard. You mean to tell me you haven't lived without a house elf at some point in your life?" this was way beyond Hermione.
"Can't say I have." He pulled out another biscuit from the package. "You know you don't have to make anything I'll just eat these." He held up the orange-red package. "These are pretty good!"
"You can't have that for your dinner." Hermione took the package from him.
"Why not, its fine." He snatched them back and sat at the kitchen table.
"Well if that's all your going to have then that's all I'm going to have." She sat next to him with a huff.
"Its okay, if you want to eat, have at it." He waved a biscuit at her sending crumbs everywhere.
"No. I would feel bad, you're my guest." Her stomach gurgled a little.
"Maybe we could sneak an elf?" He raised an eyebrow at her when he heard the gurgle.
"No, that would be breaking the rules. You are supposed to be learning about the muggle world you know that." Secretly she wished that they really could have a house elf come and make one of the Hogwarts meals for them.
"Common Granger, I know you love to break the rules. You're breaking them constantly at school. I could have one here like that." Draco smiled slyly trying to make her bend the rules.
"No Draco. I'll just make myself something instead." She got up and began digging in the refrigerator to make a quick sandwich.
"Oh common." He reached for his wand. "Draco. No." She rushed over and grabbed his hand to stop him. "You can't do that, these aren't just Hogwarts rules. These are ministry rules!" Her eyes grew wide
"Don't you want a nice chicken dinner? Maybe a nice roast? With potatoes and carrots and snapped bean-" Draco started listing off food "Draco." She crossed her arms over her chest. "Ice cold pumpkin juice?" he ventured. "Nobody will know. I promise" He grinned mischievously.
"Fine." She let out a loud side
"Great!" He pulled out his wand again happy to be able to do some sort of magic.
"BUT, only to make dinner, that's it just make dinner and then you have to send it back. Okay and nobody will know, right?" She held his wand hand down and gave him a stern look of warning.
"Hermione, have you forgotten? I am a Malfoy."
Mwahaha. Bring on the House Elf! I hope you enjoyed this chapter. It wasn't as rushed as the last one so there shouldn't be as many mistakes.
Take care and enjoy, Takanori. TakaEnna@MSN.com
Disclaimer. Of course I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters, ideas, made up words or worlds. This story is set in the children's sixth year.
To those who reviewed:
DiOsA4u: Here it is! Your lifeline is still going.uh for now LOL. I'll e- mail you again and if anyone else wants to be e-mailed when I put up more chapters just let me know. Thanks for your review!
Broken-Hermione: Yeah, he does! I'll be damned. LOL Thank you for your review!
Nicole Christensen: Must I? Well here is more. I hope you like it! Thank you for your review!
Kai Shikaido: Thank you I think this chapter is much better though. I hope you like it just as much as the last! Thank you for reviewing!
Lonely Whisperz: OK OK OK Thank you so much for you compliment I hope you keep reviewing and enjoying the story.
Risqure: You bet. Thank you for reviewing. LOL
Draco Lover: (love the name!!) isn't it though? See Draco can be nice! LOL Thank you so much for reviewing!
Cassandra Sisenta: Yeah, I think I had said before that I wanted to do something a little different then what most people did. So I hope that it still keeps your interest. Thank you for the review!
Chapter Three: Decisions and biscuits.
Draco wasn't sure what had just come over him but for whatever reason he found himself holding on tightly to the last person in the world he would even dream of touching, much less hug (besides Harry Potter that is.) He could feel her taking in sharp breaths and her exhaling heated his skin through his sweater. Hermione seemed to be trying her hardest to suck in her tears.
"These are the sorts of thinks I'm talking about." She swallowed and said in a low voice. 'Why am I even letting him hold me like this? Why is he holding me?' she reached up sliding her hands up his chest and pushed off. Draco looked down at her with confusion written all over his face. "Please, decide how you're going to act. It was easier when you were just and idiotic selfish brat, you're really easy to hate you know?" She looked at her feet. 'God you are so stupid Hermione.' She scolded herself and took a step back realizing how dangerously close to him she was.
"I'm guessing you want to put your things away?" She motioned to his trunk. Draco didn't answer he seemed to be in a sort of daze. He was busy thinking of everything that had just gone on. He was angry with himself for showing Hermione, a muggle born, his weak side. Hermione wanted to know what was wrong with him; he didn't even know what was going on. Draco considered owling his mother but his father had a nasty habit of censoring any mail that came into the Malfoy manner no matter whom it was addressed to.
"Draco?" Hermione asked then quickly clapped her hand over her mouth realizing she just used his first name. He looked up at her with fire in his silvery grey eyes. "What did you call me?" he barked. Hermione was fed up, the way he was acting was ridiculous he was worse then a child. "I called you a half witted prat." She said sarcastically her gaze tore through him. 'Why does it always come to this?'
"I'm tired of playing your stupid games Malfoy. Good night." She stormed off to her room intending to send owls to both Harry and Ron, not to tell them about Malfoy but just to keep her self from breaking something, like Malfoys neck. She wouldn't dare tell them about the brief moment Draco Malfoy actually acted like a human being and then quickly changed back to his old self. Ron would be livid and threatening to kill anything and everything that had anything to do with Draco Malfoy and Harry, she was sure, would be at her door the instant he received the letter.
'I'll just pretend like it never happened, its so much easier to hate him then it is to-" Hermione quickly stopped herself and shook her head. "No way I wouldn't like Malfoy if he were the last boy on earth." She decided she better get stated on her letters before her thoughts went any further.
Draco flopped down on the bed in the guest room, he had unpacked all his things and was considering getting a jump on the paper Mrs. McGonagall had assigned for over the break. "Let see if I could be a animal I would be.this is mad." He mumbled to himself. He didn't see how telling her what ruddy animal he would morph into would benefit him in class. "I wonder what Grangers up to. Crying to Potty and Weasel I bet." He laughed a little but than began to think of what had just happened between them. Why did he feel guilty then When she crying he felt like he was being ripped in tow. He didn't want to be so nasty to her but if he was nice to her he was afraid he would see that irresistible side to her that seemed to have potter snagged and even Weasley. His father had put so much pressure on his shoulders about upholding the prized and world-renowned name of Malfoy. He was now the only Malfoy capable of continuing the family name he was force to act like his father more and more. Something was holding him back though, he wasn't fond of Malfoy senior but he didn't exactly loathe him either. Draco just didn't want to be his father.
'Maybe this week will be good for me. I can just be myself and if myself feels like being nice to that goodie-goodie Granger then so be it.' Draco reasoned with himself stretching out onto the full length of the bed thinking if he had just made the right decision. He thought about the things Hermione had said: 'Swallow your pride.' The words rang in his ears. 'And then she cried.' He put his hands behind his head and let out a heavy sigh. "Why did I feel guilty?" He wondered out loud. "If I were me and not my father, or at least what my father wanted me to be how would I answer?" He sat up and ran his fingers through his platinum blonde locks in one smooth motion.
'I know what I would say, or what I'm supposed to say.' He frowned. " Rule number one: Deny deny deny, a Malfoy never admits to guilt, even if they are." He considered writing a handbook on how to be a Malfoy.
"That is what I'm supposed to say but what I should say is I'm sorry." He slid of the bed and padded out into the hall.
"Gran-" he began to yell. 'No no wait. Myself would call her Hermione.' He wrinkled his brow, being himself was kind of hard.
"Hermione!" he wasn't sure what door was hers, he had been a little distracted when she stormed off. He got no answers and honestly expected this. Her really didn't deserve an answer from her. "Hermione! Dumbledore is here to see you something about head girl." He grinned, 'That will get her out.'
"Where?!" She rocketed out of the last door at the end of the hallway. "Where is Dumbledore?" She stared at Draco who still had a grin plastered on his handsome face. "I just needed to get you out here." He looked at her.
"For what? Did you do that just to get a quick laugh because you've got nothing better to do with you time?" Some how she found herself toe to toe with him starring him straight in the face
"You're such a jerk!" She glared daggers at him.
"Hold on, I've been thinking." He pushed down one of her balled fist down.
"You have been thinking? I can't imagine." She said hotly.
Yes, about what you said, about swallowing my pride and all of Dumbledore's madness about finding the good and everyone." Hermione could tell he as having trouble pumping the words out. He had talked very fast as if her were afraid someone was coming and he had some secret that was so urgent he had to get it out at that very moment.
"Have you?" She still was a little cautious around him.
"I have." He nodded; her really didn't want to tell her all the details about his decision and hoped that she wouldn't ask about it.
"So what are you trying to tell me?" She quirked and eyebrow, she already knew the answer but she wanted to hear it from his mouth, if he could manage.
"Well you were right. I mean about me not being very easy to like. I know that." He frowned. Before he really didn't care and the fact that people feared him was pleasing to him because that meant power. And what Malfoy would be complete without power?
"What are you getting at?" She strung him along.
"Look Hermione I'm sorry." He looked up to the ceiling upset he had even gotten himself into this position.
"You are apologizing to me?" She pointed at herself.
Draco looked at her with anger in his eyes. "YES!" He growled. Hermione gave him a warning look. "Yes I am." He said in a civil tone.
"Are you sure you can keep this up?" Hermione looked up at his tall figure.
"Once I decide something I stick by it but don't think that just because I decided to be nice to you during vacation that I'm going to be nice to you pathetic friends in Gryffindor namely Potter and Weasley when we get back to school. I do have a reputation to keep you know? Draco looked at her very seriously.
"Right. I should have guessed, well are you hungry Malfoy?" She leaned against the wall.
"Draco. And yeah a little." He admitted
"Well then, Draco lets eat." She grabbed his hand and started for the kitchen downstairs. She still wasn't going to let her guard down around him. Draco seemed very unstable with his feelings and the way he was handing his emotions lately. She was happy he was making and honest attempt to get along with her. Maybe Dumbledore was right after all. There was a little good in everyone.
"What is safe to eat?" Draco was now raiding the kitchen cabinets. "You can have whatever or we can make something." Hermione smiled then joined him in looking in at what kind of food was available for a quick bite to eat.
"We can make something? Where are you house elves?" Draco shuddered at the thought of having to make his own meal. He wasn't even sure it would be eatable if he even tried to make some food the muggle way. How was he supposed to even know how to uses some of these strange contraptions, he looked around the kitchen.
"This is a muggle world you're living in now, don't you remember? No elves to do your every will Draco." Hermione rolled her eyes.
"This is not going to be fun." He munched on a biscuit.
"It's not so hard. You mean to tell me you haven't lived without a house elf at some point in your life?" this was way beyond Hermione.
"Can't say I have." He pulled out another biscuit from the package. "You know you don't have to make anything I'll just eat these." He held up the orange-red package. "These are pretty good!"
"You can't have that for your dinner." Hermione took the package from him.
"Why not, its fine." He snatched them back and sat at the kitchen table.
"Well if that's all your going to have then that's all I'm going to have." She sat next to him with a huff.
"Its okay, if you want to eat, have at it." He waved a biscuit at her sending crumbs everywhere.
"No. I would feel bad, you're my guest." Her stomach gurgled a little.
"Maybe we could sneak an elf?" He raised an eyebrow at her when he heard the gurgle.
"No, that would be breaking the rules. You are supposed to be learning about the muggle world you know that." Secretly she wished that they really could have a house elf come and make one of the Hogwarts meals for them.
"Common Granger, I know you love to break the rules. You're breaking them constantly at school. I could have one here like that." Draco smiled slyly trying to make her bend the rules.
"No Draco. I'll just make myself something instead." She got up and began digging in the refrigerator to make a quick sandwich.
"Oh common." He reached for his wand. "Draco. No." She rushed over and grabbed his hand to stop him. "You can't do that, these aren't just Hogwarts rules. These are ministry rules!" Her eyes grew wide
"Don't you want a nice chicken dinner? Maybe a nice roast? With potatoes and carrots and snapped bean-" Draco started listing off food "Draco." She crossed her arms over her chest. "Ice cold pumpkin juice?" he ventured. "Nobody will know. I promise" He grinned mischievously.
"Fine." She let out a loud side
"Great!" He pulled out his wand again happy to be able to do some sort of magic.
"BUT, only to make dinner, that's it just make dinner and then you have to send it back. Okay and nobody will know, right?" She held his wand hand down and gave him a stern look of warning.
"Hermione, have you forgotten? I am a Malfoy."
Mwahaha. Bring on the House Elf! I hope you enjoyed this chapter. It wasn't as rushed as the last one so there shouldn't be as many mistakes.
Take care and enjoy, Takanori. TakaEnna@MSN.com