a/n: I thank all of you! Just seeing the number of reviews increasing, its really inspiring. I hate salad as much as Draco and Hermione. laughs . Remember what I said in the first chapter, Hermione is allergic to seafood and the like.
Chapter 18
Draco and Hermione walked back to the Dinning hall. When they entered, everyone in the hall was looking at them, as if they knew something. 'Something is going on, something is definately going on,' she thought as she took her seat across from Draco. She looked at what was placed in front of her. It was pasta. Seafood pasta to be exact. Hermione was allergic to seafood, so she decided to not eat it. If anyone asked her why, she would tell them the truth.
Draco was about to ask her why but someone called his name. " Draco!" it was Lucius. Then, Lucius started talking to him from the other end of the table in gibberish. Everyone, other than Hermione, seemed to understand what he was talking about. Draco answered him back in gibberish. Snape, then, interrupted in gibberish. Maddox was also listening, understanding bits of it. Hermione listened closely, it seemed like the language they were speaking in was...Latin. Wasn't it a dead language?
The people at the table started a very heated conversation. ' Dead language my arse,' Hermione thought, angrily. The people seemed to speak the darn language as if they were speaking English. ' How rude!' Hermione thought as they carried on, leaving her out of the conversation. It wasn't everyday you found out you had a new family and you have to adjust to everything and now, they were speaking Latin. She felt left out, deprived of her childhood, all of a sudden. She wasn't like Nicola, who spent her whole childhood with an amazing father and 5 other brothers and sisters. She stomach growled, she hadn't eaten anything that night, save some very disgusting salad.
Hermione picked up her fork and began stabbing the pasta, then puting some in her mouth. It was actually quite good. She carried on, stabbing and putting in her mouth. It went something like this : Prawn. Stab. Put in mouth. Swallow. Oyster. Stab. Put in mouth. Swallow. Fish. Stab. Put in mouth. Swallow.
She was oblivious to the fact that the 'rude' people were now watching here, very amused.
Her stomach made a funny noise. Only then did it occur to her that she'd eaten seafood. She looked up to face Draco. He was looking at her as if she'd grown another head. The funny noise came again and she felt something climbing up her stomach. Her face turned slightly greenish. Quickly, sh covered her mouth with her hand and ran out of the hall. Her father, brothers and Draco were going to stand up and run after her but Nicola quickly stood up, saying " stay," to all of them and ran after her sister towards the direction of the washroom.
Nikki burst into the washroom, to see Hermione kneeling in front of the toilet bowl, mouth terribly dirty. Just when Nicola was going to say something, Hermione leaned into the toilet bowl and vomited. " What's happening?!" Nicola exclaimed, worried. " I'm allergic to seafood, that's all," Hermione replied, once she'd finish emtying the contents in her stomach.
" Oh,"
" Yeah,"
" Then why in the world did you eat it?!"
" I forgot it was seafood," Hermione replied, simply.
" Ah..." was all Nicola said. Then, her lips curved into a smile. " I've got a brilliant beyond brilliant idea!" she exclaimed and whispered into Hermione's ear but just then, Draco and Blaise popped in. They were sent by the adults so check on them, since they were taking so long.
" You girls alright?" Blaise started. The girls turned around to see them staring back at them, slightly amused. " Well..." Hermione comtemplated and started whispering into Nicola's ear. They both squealed with delight and pulled the boys into the loo. They carried on their discussion in hushed tones.
A few minutes passed and there was a knock on the door. Draco opened the door and stuck his head out, to meet a fiery eyed, Artos.
" What do you think you are doing with my sisters in the loo?!" he exclaimed, quite angry.
" Oh, Artos, we're fine, just helping Hermione with an accident, that's all," Nicola stuck her head out, under Draco's. She smiled innocently at him. The plan was starting.
" Oh, what kind of accident? Is she alright? What happened?" Artos asked, hearing Hermione had an accident.
" Artos, I'm perfectly fine," Hermione said, walking out. Cleaning her hands with a towel.
" Are you sure?" he said again.
" Yes," she told him and walked towards the hall again. The rest followed closely behind. Draco, Blaise and Nicola had mecheivious smiles planted on their faces.
As Hermione entered the hall, her father asked, " Hermione, dear, are you alright?", concern evident.
" Oh, yes, Father, perfect," she smiled and sat down. The rest went back to their place and sat down. For the rest of the dinner, things went smoothly, the four of them at the end of the table grinning like idiots.
Desert was being served, Sticky-date pudding it was. One of Draco's favourite deserts. Hermione had never tried it before though. There was a cream and caramel sauce placed in front of Draco and Hermione. " What do we do with this?" she asked Draco.
" Well, you put the cream on first and if you want, you put the caramel on it," Draco told her, putting a whole lot of caramel sauce on his pudding. Hermione followed what he did and took a bite out of it. It was horribly sweet.
" Draco! This is disgustingly sweet! How can you take it?!" she exclaimed, softly. He laughed.
" What are you laughing at?" she asked, frowning.
" I have three puddings, you have one," he stated, trying to stop laughing. Hermione went something like ' humph' and continued eating with much difficulty.
Nicola nudged her, all of a sudden, the plan was going to start. Hermione caught Draco's attention and winked at him. He nudged Blaise in the ribs. The four looked at each other with straight faces and nodded.
The four of them reached for the glasses of wine which had been laid in front of each of them and took a sip of it. But before Hermione could take a sip of hers, Nikki exclaimed, " HERMIONE! NO! IT'S BAD FOR THE BABY!", so loud everyone in the hall could hear. The plan was in action. They could here some people at the other end of the table spit out their wine.
" What?!" Draco and Blaise exclaimed together, acting very shocked.
" Hermione, alchohal should not be consumed when pregnant!" she said loudly but it was softer than the last time.
" NICOLA SNAPE! I told you because I trusted you and now you let the whole world know! " Hermione stood up, then acted like she was going to faint.
" Don't shout at me! You know you can't take stress when you're pregnant! You're going to faint again!" she exclaimed, standing up again.
" WHAT'S GOING ON?!" came Severus Snape's voice from the other end of the table. The two girls remained quiet.
" I WANT TO KNOW AND I WANT TO KNOW THIS INSTANT!" he demanded, his face red with anger. The plan was working alright. Truth be told, Hermione and Nicola were beginning to regret this plan but they had to go through with it. Everything was planned.
" Well, Daddy, Hermione is pr-preg-nant," Nikki told her father.
" I know she's pregnant, HOW?" he exclaimed, while the rest of the table stared at the two girls, eyes wide with shock.
" Well, Professor, it might have been at the er...party on the last night of the school term," Draco stood up.
" Party?! What party?!" he exclaimed.
" Yeah! What party? How come I wasn't invited?" Blythe exclaimed, looking at her brother.
" It was a private party and it was for 6th years and up," Blaise explained.
" Well, it must have been at that party, you see there was alchohal and I got rather carried away and...," Hermione decided not to continue.
" Who is the father?" all her brothers asked, fire boiling in their eyes.
" That, I am," Draco said, putting his arm protectively around Hermione. Hermione turned to Draco and their lips locked. Throughout all this, they're eyes never closed. He stared into her honey brown ones and she in his blue-grey ones, getting lost in them. It wasn't supposed to be happening this way. How could this plan be so out of control?
Electricity passed through their bodies and they refused to stop. It felt so right. She felt so full. So safe, as if she was in her favourite chair. It was bliss. Pure bliss. This mere plan had suddenly turned into something moe. They both carried on, fearing that after this kiss, neither would dare to look at each other without awkwardness once again. Draco and Hermione got closer, he wrapped his arms around her waist and her arms were wrapped around his neck. They never broke eye contact and for the first time, Hermione could see who Draco actually was. He was a lost soul and Hermione understood. For the whole of his life, his parents were under the Imperious curse, not knowing how to control themselves and now, when they are finally set free, they have no idea about the past. They only have the memories of good times with Draco, nothing other than that. His parents' hardly knew him and he hardly knew them any more. Such a confusing hell he lived in.
Hermione only kissed him harder. He kissed back harder, his body suddenly no longer empty. Ecstasy. Pure ecstasy. They both fought the urge to close their eyes for they feared by doing that, everything would end. Draco could feel her reading him, something no one had done before, and he let her. Just like she let him, he saw almost everything, a past filled with pain and horror. He would ask her about it but not now. Not today. Not yet.
Nicola smiled at Blaise, they're plan of getting Draco and Hermione together had worked. It was brilliant. A plan in a plan. She walked over to his side of the table and he snaked his arms around his waist. Her hands snaked her way up to his hair. Smiling at each other, they're lips connected.
Severus Snape was at the other end of the table, it was a good thing that Hermione and Draco finally got together but she didn't know one thing.
Lisel stared at them, how amazing it was, her two little sisters falling in love and all. She smiled and turned to Zacharias, who was already looking at her. They kissed. Maddox was sitting in his high chair, covering his eyes with his tiny hands. They laughed when they broke apart.
The brothers of the twins looked at them, they made it clear to Blaise that if he ever hurt Nicola, they'd kill him and he'd respected him for that. It was time for them to get clear with Draco now.
Hermione and Draco finally broke apart, reluctantly. They smiled. What they feared, didn't come true. The feeling still lingered. The fullness, the ecstasy. Who would've guessed, two enemies in love?
But then again, miracles happen.
Chapter 18
Draco and Hermione walked back to the Dinning hall. When they entered, everyone in the hall was looking at them, as if they knew something. 'Something is going on, something is definately going on,' she thought as she took her seat across from Draco. She looked at what was placed in front of her. It was pasta. Seafood pasta to be exact. Hermione was allergic to seafood, so she decided to not eat it. If anyone asked her why, she would tell them the truth.
Draco was about to ask her why but someone called his name. " Draco!" it was Lucius. Then, Lucius started talking to him from the other end of the table in gibberish. Everyone, other than Hermione, seemed to understand what he was talking about. Draco answered him back in gibberish. Snape, then, interrupted in gibberish. Maddox was also listening, understanding bits of it. Hermione listened closely, it seemed like the language they were speaking in was...Latin. Wasn't it a dead language?
The people at the table started a very heated conversation. ' Dead language my arse,' Hermione thought, angrily. The people seemed to speak the darn language as if they were speaking English. ' How rude!' Hermione thought as they carried on, leaving her out of the conversation. It wasn't everyday you found out you had a new family and you have to adjust to everything and now, they were speaking Latin. She felt left out, deprived of her childhood, all of a sudden. She wasn't like Nicola, who spent her whole childhood with an amazing father and 5 other brothers and sisters. She stomach growled, she hadn't eaten anything that night, save some very disgusting salad.
Hermione picked up her fork and began stabbing the pasta, then puting some in her mouth. It was actually quite good. She carried on, stabbing and putting in her mouth. It went something like this : Prawn. Stab. Put in mouth. Swallow. Oyster. Stab. Put in mouth. Swallow. Fish. Stab. Put in mouth. Swallow.
She was oblivious to the fact that the 'rude' people were now watching here, very amused.
Her stomach made a funny noise. Only then did it occur to her that she'd eaten seafood. She looked up to face Draco. He was looking at her as if she'd grown another head. The funny noise came again and she felt something climbing up her stomach. Her face turned slightly greenish. Quickly, sh covered her mouth with her hand and ran out of the hall. Her father, brothers and Draco were going to stand up and run after her but Nicola quickly stood up, saying " stay," to all of them and ran after her sister towards the direction of the washroom.
Nikki burst into the washroom, to see Hermione kneeling in front of the toilet bowl, mouth terribly dirty. Just when Nicola was going to say something, Hermione leaned into the toilet bowl and vomited. " What's happening?!" Nicola exclaimed, worried. " I'm allergic to seafood, that's all," Hermione replied, once she'd finish emtying the contents in her stomach.
" Oh,"
" Yeah,"
" Then why in the world did you eat it?!"
" I forgot it was seafood," Hermione replied, simply.
" Ah..." was all Nicola said. Then, her lips curved into a smile. " I've got a brilliant beyond brilliant idea!" she exclaimed and whispered into Hermione's ear but just then, Draco and Blaise popped in. They were sent by the adults so check on them, since they were taking so long.
" You girls alright?" Blaise started. The girls turned around to see them staring back at them, slightly amused. " Well..." Hermione comtemplated and started whispering into Nicola's ear. They both squealed with delight and pulled the boys into the loo. They carried on their discussion in hushed tones.
A few minutes passed and there was a knock on the door. Draco opened the door and stuck his head out, to meet a fiery eyed, Artos.
" What do you think you are doing with my sisters in the loo?!" he exclaimed, quite angry.
" Oh, Artos, we're fine, just helping Hermione with an accident, that's all," Nicola stuck her head out, under Draco's. She smiled innocently at him. The plan was starting.
" Oh, what kind of accident? Is she alright? What happened?" Artos asked, hearing Hermione had an accident.
" Artos, I'm perfectly fine," Hermione said, walking out. Cleaning her hands with a towel.
" Are you sure?" he said again.
" Yes," she told him and walked towards the hall again. The rest followed closely behind. Draco, Blaise and Nicola had mecheivious smiles planted on their faces.
As Hermione entered the hall, her father asked, " Hermione, dear, are you alright?", concern evident.
" Oh, yes, Father, perfect," she smiled and sat down. The rest went back to their place and sat down. For the rest of the dinner, things went smoothly, the four of them at the end of the table grinning like idiots.
Desert was being served, Sticky-date pudding it was. One of Draco's favourite deserts. Hermione had never tried it before though. There was a cream and caramel sauce placed in front of Draco and Hermione. " What do we do with this?" she asked Draco.
" Well, you put the cream on first and if you want, you put the caramel on it," Draco told her, putting a whole lot of caramel sauce on his pudding. Hermione followed what he did and took a bite out of it. It was horribly sweet.
" Draco! This is disgustingly sweet! How can you take it?!" she exclaimed, softly. He laughed.
" What are you laughing at?" she asked, frowning.
" I have three puddings, you have one," he stated, trying to stop laughing. Hermione went something like ' humph' and continued eating with much difficulty.
Nicola nudged her, all of a sudden, the plan was going to start. Hermione caught Draco's attention and winked at him. He nudged Blaise in the ribs. The four looked at each other with straight faces and nodded.
The four of them reached for the glasses of wine which had been laid in front of each of them and took a sip of it. But before Hermione could take a sip of hers, Nikki exclaimed, " HERMIONE! NO! IT'S BAD FOR THE BABY!", so loud everyone in the hall could hear. The plan was in action. They could here some people at the other end of the table spit out their wine.
" What?!" Draco and Blaise exclaimed together, acting very shocked.
" Hermione, alchohal should not be consumed when pregnant!" she said loudly but it was softer than the last time.
" NICOLA SNAPE! I told you because I trusted you and now you let the whole world know! " Hermione stood up, then acted like she was going to faint.
" Don't shout at me! You know you can't take stress when you're pregnant! You're going to faint again!" she exclaimed, standing up again.
" WHAT'S GOING ON?!" came Severus Snape's voice from the other end of the table. The two girls remained quiet.
" I WANT TO KNOW AND I WANT TO KNOW THIS INSTANT!" he demanded, his face red with anger. The plan was working alright. Truth be told, Hermione and Nicola were beginning to regret this plan but they had to go through with it. Everything was planned.
" Well, Daddy, Hermione is pr-preg-nant," Nikki told her father.
" I know she's pregnant, HOW?" he exclaimed, while the rest of the table stared at the two girls, eyes wide with shock.
" Well, Professor, it might have been at the er...party on the last night of the school term," Draco stood up.
" Party?! What party?!" he exclaimed.
" Yeah! What party? How come I wasn't invited?" Blythe exclaimed, looking at her brother.
" It was a private party and it was for 6th years and up," Blaise explained.
" Well, it must have been at that party, you see there was alchohal and I got rather carried away and...," Hermione decided not to continue.
" Who is the father?" all her brothers asked, fire boiling in their eyes.
" That, I am," Draco said, putting his arm protectively around Hermione. Hermione turned to Draco and their lips locked. Throughout all this, they're eyes never closed. He stared into her honey brown ones and she in his blue-grey ones, getting lost in them. It wasn't supposed to be happening this way. How could this plan be so out of control?
Electricity passed through their bodies and they refused to stop. It felt so right. She felt so full. So safe, as if she was in her favourite chair. It was bliss. Pure bliss. This mere plan had suddenly turned into something moe. They both carried on, fearing that after this kiss, neither would dare to look at each other without awkwardness once again. Draco and Hermione got closer, he wrapped his arms around her waist and her arms were wrapped around his neck. They never broke eye contact and for the first time, Hermione could see who Draco actually was. He was a lost soul and Hermione understood. For the whole of his life, his parents were under the Imperious curse, not knowing how to control themselves and now, when they are finally set free, they have no idea about the past. They only have the memories of good times with Draco, nothing other than that. His parents' hardly knew him and he hardly knew them any more. Such a confusing hell he lived in.
Hermione only kissed him harder. He kissed back harder, his body suddenly no longer empty. Ecstasy. Pure ecstasy. They both fought the urge to close their eyes for they feared by doing that, everything would end. Draco could feel her reading him, something no one had done before, and he let her. Just like she let him, he saw almost everything, a past filled with pain and horror. He would ask her about it but not now. Not today. Not yet.
Nicola smiled at Blaise, they're plan of getting Draco and Hermione together had worked. It was brilliant. A plan in a plan. She walked over to his side of the table and he snaked his arms around his waist. Her hands snaked her way up to his hair. Smiling at each other, they're lips connected.
Severus Snape was at the other end of the table, it was a good thing that Hermione and Draco finally got together but she didn't know one thing.
Lisel stared at them, how amazing it was, her two little sisters falling in love and all. She smiled and turned to Zacharias, who was already looking at her. They kissed. Maddox was sitting in his high chair, covering his eyes with his tiny hands. They laughed when they broke apart.
The brothers of the twins looked at them, they made it clear to Blaise that if he ever hurt Nicola, they'd kill him and he'd respected him for that. It was time for them to get clear with Draco now.
Hermione and Draco finally broke apart, reluctantly. They smiled. What they feared, didn't come true. The feeling still lingered. The fullness, the ecstasy. Who would've guessed, two enemies in love?
But then again, miracles happen.