Chapter 14: Mistletoe in October?
It had been a couple of weeks since Hermione had started tutoring Malfoy. McGonagall had allowed them to stay in the Room of Requirement as it was off bounds to students and it could magically transform into a room filled with Transfiguration books and objects to practise on. Hermione and Draco had managed not to get into too many shouting matches, just talking civilly and then leaving without a word.
On the other hand, Hermione's relationship (as it is now) was going ok with Blaise. With the amount of work put on the Seventh Years in preparation for the NEWTS, everyone was finding it hard to focus on everything. It was tougher on Blaise and Hermione because of their Head positions.
One day Blaise came back from talking to Snape, which he had been doing lately on a regular basis.
"I'm joining the Order," he told Hermione. She nodded vaguely and then froze. He was not supposed to know about the Order. She turned and looked at him questioningly.
"The Order?" she asked her forehead creased.
"You know what I'm talking about," he said sitting in a chair. "I'm under the influence of Veratiserum. A letter from Snape should be coming any minute to explain everything," he said as an owl swooped through the window depositing a letter in Hermione's lap.
She read it and looked at Blaise. "So you know everything huh," she asked. "Doe's Snape trust you to do this," she asked inquisitively.
His eyes flashed. "Don't you trust me? It's all in the letter. I am telling the truth. I have no choice," he said glaring at him.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that, it's just, won't it be hard being a spy for Voldemort," she asked quietly.
"Snape can do it, so why can't I," he asked.
'Ahah! So we were right the whole time,' Hermione thought to herself about her, Ron and Harry's predictions about Snape's secret job.
"Because you are younger and less experienced," she said quietly.
"You know what, I don't need this from you. If my own girlfriend can't trust in me, who will," he said getting up from his chair. Hermione shut her eyes and smiled at the mention of their relationship.
"Sorry, I shouldn't have said that. It was a lie. I'm just stressed about seeing Malfoy again this evening," she said wrapping her arms around his stomach and burying her face in his back.
He took her hands and turned around so they were face to face before wrapping his arms around her. "I know," he whispered before pulling her into a kiss. She reached on tiptoes and placed her arms around his neck to hold herself there. He was much much taller than her, so she usually had to strain her neck to reach his face.
He pulled her slowly into the back of the chair before falling into it, pulling her along with him. Hermione put both her hands on chest and felt his hands go under her shirt and roam her back. Her tongue was viciously attacking his and vice versa. She felt his hands reach the clasp of her bra and unhook it.
Suddenly a small roar filled the room. Hermione quickly got up and buckled the bra back up. She quickly straightened her singlet top and jeans; re tied her hair and murmured a charm to make her lips appear less swollen and smudged. She ran to the button near the doorway and pressed it. A minute later, Malfoy stepped through looking angry and annoyed.
"What have you been doing? I was meant to meet you in the room 15 minutes ago. You are wasting my time," he basically yelled at her.
"It is none of your business what I do and I am not 15 minutes late. You are an hour early," she said pointing to the clock behind him reading 7.15pm.
He glared at her and was about to retaliate when Blaise's portrait opened.
"What are you doing here Draco. Do you need to see me," he asked.
"No. Granger took my transfiguration book and I'm just getting it back," he said heatedly.
"Uh ok," Blaise said. There was a moment of silence during which Hermione silently laughed at Malfoy, Malfoy glare at Blaise and Blaise looked astonishingly back at Malfoy.
"Um, I think I'll just go now," Blaise said and went back through his portrait.
"Well, seeing as I'm here now, we might as well start. I'm not wasting more of my time chasing you around school," he said.
"Um, your needs aren't always the most important Malfoy. If you de-inflated your head a little, you'd see that the rest of us lead lives as well, and in case you didn't notice, they don't revolve around you," she said.
Malfoy took a deep breath and closed his eyes as if forcing the words out of his mouth. "If you are not doing anything HERMIONE, I would like to start our session early," he said through gritted teeth looking at the ceiling.
Hermione was surprised at hearing Draco use her first name that she didn't reply for a moment. "Ok. Let me get my books and then we'll go," she said.
Draco found his eyes following her around the room, watching her pick up her books and put on her robe. 'She does everything so gracefully,' he thought.
"Ok. Let's go," Hermione said leading the way to the room. 'Why was he looking at me like that. That was weird as, though strangely peaceful,' she thought. 'Hello Hermione, you already have a perfect boyfriend. You can't drool over other guys now,' a voice said in the back of her head. She closed her mind of thoughts and continued to walk, feeling Draco's eyes on her back the whole way.
IN THE ROOM...
"Ok. McGonagall told me to give you this test today to see how much you've learnt," Hermione said handing him a piece of parchment. "Ok, go," she said.
Draco rolled his eyes and began to answer the questions. Hermione opened her book and began to read, but found she could not concentrate. It had just occurred to her that even though they hated each other, they studied harmoniously enough.
"Finished," a voice broke through her thoughts. She blinked and looked at Draco who was holding out his piece of parchment.
She smiled at him and took the paper to correct it. 'That's weird. Why did she smile at me? Is a piece of my hair sticking up!' Malfoy thought as he watched her check the answers.
She finished checking and looked up. "Seems like you were paying attention. You got everything right except question 17." Hermione pushed the paper towards him and leant over to show him what he had done wrong.
"Now the process of transfiguring an animal into a slide has one more step in it," Hermione said pointing to where it should be.
'I must remember to get that shampoo or perfume she's wearing,' he thought absentmindedly. He leant into her and smelled her hair.
"What do you think you're doing," she asked looking up at him.
"Smelling your hair," he said as though it was the sanest thing to do.
"Why," she asked, looking at him strangely, trying to hide a smile.
"Does it matter? Just carry on with the question," he said.
Hermione frowned and bent her head down again. Soon Draco had found out the missing step.
"I think we can finish early today as a treat because you did so well on your test," Hermione said as though she was talking to a two year old.
Draco rolled his eyes and packed up. They walked to the front door together. Hermione stopped to open the door with Draco just behind her. Suddenly on impulse, she dropped her books at the same time Draco did and whirled around. She looked questioningly in his eyes for a moment before her arms wrapped around his neck and he kissed her. After about 5 seconds they broke apart.
Hermione jumped away from him in shock and Draco looked back at her horrified.
"What did you do," they both screamed together at the same time.
"It was you!" they screamed again. Hermione looked up and saw a little bob of mistletoe. 'Must have been there from year 5!' Hermione thought astonished. She then remembered what had just happened and turned horrified back to Draco who was using a charm to clean his mouth.
"What the fuck just happened," he said glaring at Hermione.
"It's not my fault. There is a charm placed on the mistletoe above us," she said.
"Mistletoe? It's fucking October you idiot," he yelled at her.
"It's not my fault," Hermione said heatedly. "It was there from fifth year during our... music lessons," she said carefully.
"Bullshit. It was there from your Defence Against the Dark Arts Group," he said smirking at her.
"What group?" Hermione asked innocently.
"Forget it. I'm going. It's going to take at least three hours to thoroughly clean my mouth," he said and walked out slamming the door.
"Bastard," Hermione yelled at the door. She grabbed her books and stormed off to her room.
It had been a couple of weeks since Hermione had started tutoring Malfoy. McGonagall had allowed them to stay in the Room of Requirement as it was off bounds to students and it could magically transform into a room filled with Transfiguration books and objects to practise on. Hermione and Draco had managed not to get into too many shouting matches, just talking civilly and then leaving without a word.
On the other hand, Hermione's relationship (as it is now) was going ok with Blaise. With the amount of work put on the Seventh Years in preparation for the NEWTS, everyone was finding it hard to focus on everything. It was tougher on Blaise and Hermione because of their Head positions.
One day Blaise came back from talking to Snape, which he had been doing lately on a regular basis.
"I'm joining the Order," he told Hermione. She nodded vaguely and then froze. He was not supposed to know about the Order. She turned and looked at him questioningly.
"The Order?" she asked her forehead creased.
"You know what I'm talking about," he said sitting in a chair. "I'm under the influence of Veratiserum. A letter from Snape should be coming any minute to explain everything," he said as an owl swooped through the window depositing a letter in Hermione's lap.
She read it and looked at Blaise. "So you know everything huh," she asked. "Doe's Snape trust you to do this," she asked inquisitively.
His eyes flashed. "Don't you trust me? It's all in the letter. I am telling the truth. I have no choice," he said glaring at him.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that, it's just, won't it be hard being a spy for Voldemort," she asked quietly.
"Snape can do it, so why can't I," he asked.
'Ahah! So we were right the whole time,' Hermione thought to herself about her, Ron and Harry's predictions about Snape's secret job.
"Because you are younger and less experienced," she said quietly.
"You know what, I don't need this from you. If my own girlfriend can't trust in me, who will," he said getting up from his chair. Hermione shut her eyes and smiled at the mention of their relationship.
"Sorry, I shouldn't have said that. It was a lie. I'm just stressed about seeing Malfoy again this evening," she said wrapping her arms around his stomach and burying her face in his back.
He took her hands and turned around so they were face to face before wrapping his arms around her. "I know," he whispered before pulling her into a kiss. She reached on tiptoes and placed her arms around his neck to hold herself there. He was much much taller than her, so she usually had to strain her neck to reach his face.
He pulled her slowly into the back of the chair before falling into it, pulling her along with him. Hermione put both her hands on chest and felt his hands go under her shirt and roam her back. Her tongue was viciously attacking his and vice versa. She felt his hands reach the clasp of her bra and unhook it.
Suddenly a small roar filled the room. Hermione quickly got up and buckled the bra back up. She quickly straightened her singlet top and jeans; re tied her hair and murmured a charm to make her lips appear less swollen and smudged. She ran to the button near the doorway and pressed it. A minute later, Malfoy stepped through looking angry and annoyed.
"What have you been doing? I was meant to meet you in the room 15 minutes ago. You are wasting my time," he basically yelled at her.
"It is none of your business what I do and I am not 15 minutes late. You are an hour early," she said pointing to the clock behind him reading 7.15pm.
He glared at her and was about to retaliate when Blaise's portrait opened.
"What are you doing here Draco. Do you need to see me," he asked.
"No. Granger took my transfiguration book and I'm just getting it back," he said heatedly.
"Uh ok," Blaise said. There was a moment of silence during which Hermione silently laughed at Malfoy, Malfoy glare at Blaise and Blaise looked astonishingly back at Malfoy.
"Um, I think I'll just go now," Blaise said and went back through his portrait.
"Well, seeing as I'm here now, we might as well start. I'm not wasting more of my time chasing you around school," he said.
"Um, your needs aren't always the most important Malfoy. If you de-inflated your head a little, you'd see that the rest of us lead lives as well, and in case you didn't notice, they don't revolve around you," she said.
Malfoy took a deep breath and closed his eyes as if forcing the words out of his mouth. "If you are not doing anything HERMIONE, I would like to start our session early," he said through gritted teeth looking at the ceiling.
Hermione was surprised at hearing Draco use her first name that she didn't reply for a moment. "Ok. Let me get my books and then we'll go," she said.
Draco found his eyes following her around the room, watching her pick up her books and put on her robe. 'She does everything so gracefully,' he thought.
"Ok. Let's go," Hermione said leading the way to the room. 'Why was he looking at me like that. That was weird as, though strangely peaceful,' she thought. 'Hello Hermione, you already have a perfect boyfriend. You can't drool over other guys now,' a voice said in the back of her head. She closed her mind of thoughts and continued to walk, feeling Draco's eyes on her back the whole way.
IN THE ROOM...
"Ok. McGonagall told me to give you this test today to see how much you've learnt," Hermione said handing him a piece of parchment. "Ok, go," she said.
Draco rolled his eyes and began to answer the questions. Hermione opened her book and began to read, but found she could not concentrate. It had just occurred to her that even though they hated each other, they studied harmoniously enough.
"Finished," a voice broke through her thoughts. She blinked and looked at Draco who was holding out his piece of parchment.
She smiled at him and took the paper to correct it. 'That's weird. Why did she smile at me? Is a piece of my hair sticking up!' Malfoy thought as he watched her check the answers.
She finished checking and looked up. "Seems like you were paying attention. You got everything right except question 17." Hermione pushed the paper towards him and leant over to show him what he had done wrong.
"Now the process of transfiguring an animal into a slide has one more step in it," Hermione said pointing to where it should be.
'I must remember to get that shampoo or perfume she's wearing,' he thought absentmindedly. He leant into her and smelled her hair.
"What do you think you're doing," she asked looking up at him.
"Smelling your hair," he said as though it was the sanest thing to do.
"Why," she asked, looking at him strangely, trying to hide a smile.
"Does it matter? Just carry on with the question," he said.
Hermione frowned and bent her head down again. Soon Draco had found out the missing step.
"I think we can finish early today as a treat because you did so well on your test," Hermione said as though she was talking to a two year old.
Draco rolled his eyes and packed up. They walked to the front door together. Hermione stopped to open the door with Draco just behind her. Suddenly on impulse, she dropped her books at the same time Draco did and whirled around. She looked questioningly in his eyes for a moment before her arms wrapped around his neck and he kissed her. After about 5 seconds they broke apart.
Hermione jumped away from him in shock and Draco looked back at her horrified.
"What did you do," they both screamed together at the same time.
"It was you!" they screamed again. Hermione looked up and saw a little bob of mistletoe. 'Must have been there from year 5!' Hermione thought astonished. She then remembered what had just happened and turned horrified back to Draco who was using a charm to clean his mouth.
"What the fuck just happened," he said glaring at Hermione.
"It's not my fault. There is a charm placed on the mistletoe above us," she said.
"Mistletoe? It's fucking October you idiot," he yelled at her.
"It's not my fault," Hermione said heatedly. "It was there from fifth year during our... music lessons," she said carefully.
"Bullshit. It was there from your Defence Against the Dark Arts Group," he said smirking at her.
"What group?" Hermione asked innocently.
"Forget it. I'm going. It's going to take at least three hours to thoroughly clean my mouth," he said and walked out slamming the door.
"Bastard," Hermione yelled at the door. She grabbed her books and stormed off to her room.