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Ü chapter 5 The Showdown
Lavander's "plan" and her friends' support lightened her up a bit. Now, Hermione was able to sleep at least 5 hours a day. In her times of complete solitude, a vision of Draco would always appear in her mind. She always thought of a Draco-filled future. It always involved words that were too good to be true, intense kissing scenes, and long hours of cuddling, hugging, and snogging.
'Snap out of it Hermione!" she thought, scolding herself. She had another illusion again. 'Malfoy's never going to be like that.'
She hated thinking about him more than anything in the world. She couldn't understand why emotions were so unfair. How come she never liked Will as someone more than a friend? Or Ron? Or Viktor? In that case, she wouldn't have a hard time thinking about the impossible. If worst comes to worst, she might fall in love with the great albino.
'Love? That's so strong a word,' she thought. 'Of all people, why Malfoy?!'
Just as she was trying to ease things up in her mind, the door burst open and in walked his supposed-to-be-dream-guy. He was exhausted after 3 hours of Quidditch practice (who wouldn't be?!).
"Don't disturb me," he blurted out. "I'll just get the shit out of me."
"Right. Like I would like to assist you with your shit-releasing," she replied but was just ignored. 'So much for a dream guy.'
For the past weeks, this has been their normal conversation; nagging, pissing off, annoying and upsetting each other. They regret this kind of arrangement. Once, in double Care of Magical Creatures, they managed to have an eye-to-eye contact, but Grubbly-Plank butted in. She scolded Hermione for "making it hard for the grindylow to swim" because she wasn't aware that half the food in her bucket was already in the tank and the creature was already turning purple. Malfoy laughed hysterically and called out "Nice color you've got there, Granger!" She raised an eyebrow and did a Nauseating Charm on the grindylow. 'Eye-to-eye... Yeah right."
Knowing that she needed to relax, she stood up and went up the staircase. 'The balcony,' she thought. But Draco was already there. 'Great. Just Great.'
She hesitated for a second but thought it would be better if she just took a bath. She stormed to her room, undressed and put on a bathrobe. She took her cdman and walked in the bathroom. Water flowed from the faucet followed by several scents from a gold dispenser. She climbed into the bubbly water and pinned her ears to the headphones of her cdman.
Draco didn't hear Hermione come up so he stayed for a while in the veranda. He looked at the early evening sky. Stars were beginning to come out. He settled his gaze to a blurry dot in the sky that, little by little, was starting to emit light.
"First star, I see tonight," he murmured. "Make a wish, Draco."
'I wish I could have her,' he thought, his hands in a prayer-like way. Suddenly, he opened his eyes and he was back to his senses. 'Wish? Why the fuck am I believing in this stupid rhyme?'
He definitely didn't like the impact of Hermione to his thoughts. The once feared-by-ladies, loathed-by-men, strong-willed Draco Malfoy was intimidated by a... mudblood. The worse thing about this is that, Hermione didn't do anything at all. But what he didn't know was that the feeling was mutual. How he hates Hermione for doing this to him.
"God, I smell like a dead rat," he scolded himself, inhaling deeply, sniffing his own odor. 'I need a bath.'
"Ferret Feathers," he muttered as the door to his room opened. 'Stupid password' he thought. He walked into his green-silver room and took some towels. He paced his way to the mahogany door, opening it and stepping inside.
'Good thing she's still down---' He saw Hermione in the tub. The bubbled surface had an aroma of a feminine scent that was simply poisoning. "Holy shit," he murmured.
Hermione never thought Draco was there, staring at her, eyes filled with lust and temptation. She just kept on listening to her cd. Without opening her eyes, she took her hair tie and allowed her curls to submerge under the water.
With her sudden movements, Draco stumbled into the nearest closet and waited there. He kneeled on the base and peaked through an aperture and saw an arched-back Hermione who was washing her hair (in Draco's opinion) in a seductive way (closed eyes, open lips, and an alluring position—without exposed areas... yet...). He was perspiring, not because of the heat inside the closet, but because of the inviting scene. If it was just an ordinary girl, he would just bust in and get her laid, not taking no for an answer. But Hermione wasn't ordinary; she was... unusual, different, distinct, unique... special. And she was the only one he could think of that deserved a taste of his gentleman-ness that everybody believed as a sham.
"If I could show you boy,
How much I feel for you,
Would you turn around and tell me
You feel the same way, too," she sang softly.
'Shit,' he swore. 'Why did I ever decide to take a bath?' Her voice crept into his mind and fogged it up.
"Could be wrong, you know,
Comin' out the blue,"
"Shit."
"I really have to say this,
Baby I love you,"
"Shit."
"If I could get it right,
And tell you face to face,
Would you think that I am true,
Believe me when I say,"
"Shit. Shit. Shit."
"I wanna let you know, I just don't know the way,
I wanna shout it out, Hear me when I say,
These blues will always hang around,
Until the moment I let it go,"
'Merlin, help me,' Draco thought, his face dripping with sweat.
"And let you know,
Baby I love you,
I wanna let you know,
Baby I love you,"
At this point, Draco was in the verge of collapsing, as Hermione serenaded into a soft, cool soprano. (d'ya get what I'm trying to say?ü) He can't take it anymore. He sank lower on the floor and leaned against the wall.
"Hermione," he whispered. Now, he wanted her so badly. She was his marijuana... so addictive.
"Draco," she muttered.
"Draco?!" he asked himself, stunned. "Who's Draco?!"
"Draco," she continued.
He peaked again. She was still in her usual position. She looked so relaxed The only part of her body that was moving was her lips that kept on muttering "Draco".
'I'm Draco,' he thought stupidly. "I'm Draco," he repeated excitedly.
After his daze, he noticed that Hermione wasn't in the tub anymore. He sighed. 'I haven't seen her naked!' He silently opened the closet door and crawled on the floor. When he turned right, he bumped into a perfectly tanned pair of luscious legs. He stared up and had an eye-to-eye with Hermione...again.
"MALFOY?!" Hermione shrieked as the great ferret boy stood up fast.
"Ah—uhh—" he stammered. He didn't know what to say. He tried to think about a reason why he was in the closet. His eyes wandered on Hermione's body, not aware of it. "I uh—forgot my—boobs—I mean—my books."
"In the closet?" she asked crossly.
"I—uh—dropped it—inside—my—uh—legs—I mean—my—"
"Asshole," blurted Hermione. She wasn't sure whether he was mad at him for "spying" on her, or flattered for the whole boobs-legs assessment.
"Sorry---"
And without a word, she went straight to her room and slammed the door shut. 'Good job, Hermione,' she sighed regretfully.
'Boobs? Legs?' he scolded himself. 'You asshole.'
For 15 minutes, he kept on cursing himself for being such an idiot. He knew he shouldn't have left the balcony. Now, Hermione hated him. She hated him more. The plan wouldn't work out. He was so stupid to believe Florings that Hermione had feelings for her, too. He was going to be degraded forever. Hermione dumping him will deprive him of his love life. He will have a morbid life, old and alone. That's what he thought. He was over reacting.
"Get up," said a voice that came from nowhere.
He stood up and faced Professor Florings. Startled, Draco stumbled to his feet.
"Professor? How did you get in?"
"You'll know someday," she replied proudly.
"What are you doing here, Professor?"
"I thought we had plans."
'Oh right, the plan," he thought. 'Which is unlikely to happen.'
"Are you ok?" Maxene asked.
"Ok?!" he shouted, unaware. "Whatever you're planning to do, I already ruined it!"
She smiled.
"Why are you smiling?!" Draco asked, irritated.
"Why?" she replied, still wearing a big smile on her face. "I mean, how did you ruin it?"
Draco didn't expect Florings to ask this. If he told her about the incident, he would be accused of being a pervert, even if he really is. Yet, he didn't want his Professor to have a wrong impression on him.
"Well, I—I---" he spoke guiltily.
"Oh," she laughed. "The camping out in the closet. You're lucky she isn't mad at you."
"How did you know she isn't ma... How did you know about that?!" he shamefully questioned.
"You'll know that someday, too."
Florings grabbed Draco's arm and pushed him out the door. After 10 minutes, they were already facing the Gryffindor common room. Suddenly, the door burst open and Parvati Patil came out.
"Ready, Parvati?"
"I'm ready professor."
"Come, Draco," Florings instructed.
Draco didn't have a clue what she had in mind. He didn't know why Parvati was included. Did she know? Did she know he liked Hermione? Of course she knew! How wouldn't she? If she was included in The Plan, she might have some idea, or the main idea about why they were doing it.
"Ok, stand here, Draco," said Florings. She ordered him to lean against the wall. Parvati placed his hand on her waist and her arms around his neck.
"What the hell are you doing?!" he asked.
"Just go with the flow," Parvati answered.
"Ok. When I say go, you start," said Florings.
"Start wha---"
"Go!"
And Parvati started kissing Draco. He was alarmed. He didn't know what to do. Suddenly, Hermione came out of the corner and froze when she saw the scene.
"Hermione!" Draco cried. He tried to get away but Parvati was still sucking his neck.
"Parvati!" Hermione shouted. Tears began to stream down her face. She tried to hold it back but the thought that Parvati, her friend, betrayed her.
"Hermione!" Parvati acted surprised. "I-I—was just."
"I trusted you! I thought you were going to help me with that... that... bastard!" she cried. This time, rivers of tears kept flowing. She speedily ran away.
"Hermione! I can explain!" Draco said, unclasping Parvati's hands from his neck. He chased Hermione. Luckily, he was a fast runner.
"Hermione! That was a mistake!" he said in a calm but loud voice.
"Mistake?!" she cried. "I cought you red-handed!"
He looked down. He wanted to tell the truth, that Parvati was the one responsible. But he knew it would be better to shut up.
"And with Parvati! God! My friend!" she didn't know why she was saying this. She didn't want to do the first move but if this is what it takes, she should go for it. "Haven't you noticed? Haven't you noticed how I act around you?! You fucking shithead! How can I be so naïve?! I knew those rumors were the truth and still I continued thinking you aren't what they say you are. I still liked you even if you were being an—"
"You like me?" Draco interrupted.
"I'm not yet finished, you bastard!"
"Hermione, I like you, too."
Note: it's kinda short..
Ü chapter 5 The Showdown
Lavander's "plan" and her friends' support lightened her up a bit. Now, Hermione was able to sleep at least 5 hours a day. In her times of complete solitude, a vision of Draco would always appear in her mind. She always thought of a Draco-filled future. It always involved words that were too good to be true, intense kissing scenes, and long hours of cuddling, hugging, and snogging.
'Snap out of it Hermione!" she thought, scolding herself. She had another illusion again. 'Malfoy's never going to be like that.'
She hated thinking about him more than anything in the world. She couldn't understand why emotions were so unfair. How come she never liked Will as someone more than a friend? Or Ron? Or Viktor? In that case, she wouldn't have a hard time thinking about the impossible. If worst comes to worst, she might fall in love with the great albino.
'Love? That's so strong a word,' she thought. 'Of all people, why Malfoy?!'
Just as she was trying to ease things up in her mind, the door burst open and in walked his supposed-to-be-dream-guy. He was exhausted after 3 hours of Quidditch practice (who wouldn't be?!).
"Don't disturb me," he blurted out. "I'll just get the shit out of me."
"Right. Like I would like to assist you with your shit-releasing," she replied but was just ignored. 'So much for a dream guy.'
For the past weeks, this has been their normal conversation; nagging, pissing off, annoying and upsetting each other. They regret this kind of arrangement. Once, in double Care of Magical Creatures, they managed to have an eye-to-eye contact, but Grubbly-Plank butted in. She scolded Hermione for "making it hard for the grindylow to swim" because she wasn't aware that half the food in her bucket was already in the tank and the creature was already turning purple. Malfoy laughed hysterically and called out "Nice color you've got there, Granger!" She raised an eyebrow and did a Nauseating Charm on the grindylow. 'Eye-to-eye... Yeah right."
Knowing that she needed to relax, she stood up and went up the staircase. 'The balcony,' she thought. But Draco was already there. 'Great. Just Great.'
She hesitated for a second but thought it would be better if she just took a bath. She stormed to her room, undressed and put on a bathrobe. She took her cdman and walked in the bathroom. Water flowed from the faucet followed by several scents from a gold dispenser. She climbed into the bubbly water and pinned her ears to the headphones of her cdman.
Draco didn't hear Hermione come up so he stayed for a while in the veranda. He looked at the early evening sky. Stars were beginning to come out. He settled his gaze to a blurry dot in the sky that, little by little, was starting to emit light.
"First star, I see tonight," he murmured. "Make a wish, Draco."
'I wish I could have her,' he thought, his hands in a prayer-like way. Suddenly, he opened his eyes and he was back to his senses. 'Wish? Why the fuck am I believing in this stupid rhyme?'
He definitely didn't like the impact of Hermione to his thoughts. The once feared-by-ladies, loathed-by-men, strong-willed Draco Malfoy was intimidated by a... mudblood. The worse thing about this is that, Hermione didn't do anything at all. But what he didn't know was that the feeling was mutual. How he hates Hermione for doing this to him.
"God, I smell like a dead rat," he scolded himself, inhaling deeply, sniffing his own odor. 'I need a bath.'
"Ferret Feathers," he muttered as the door to his room opened. 'Stupid password' he thought. He walked into his green-silver room and took some towels. He paced his way to the mahogany door, opening it and stepping inside.
'Good thing she's still down---' He saw Hermione in the tub. The bubbled surface had an aroma of a feminine scent that was simply poisoning. "Holy shit," he murmured.
Hermione never thought Draco was there, staring at her, eyes filled with lust and temptation. She just kept on listening to her cd. Without opening her eyes, she took her hair tie and allowed her curls to submerge under the water.
With her sudden movements, Draco stumbled into the nearest closet and waited there. He kneeled on the base and peaked through an aperture and saw an arched-back Hermione who was washing her hair (in Draco's opinion) in a seductive way (closed eyes, open lips, and an alluring position—without exposed areas... yet...). He was perspiring, not because of the heat inside the closet, but because of the inviting scene. If it was just an ordinary girl, he would just bust in and get her laid, not taking no for an answer. But Hermione wasn't ordinary; she was... unusual, different, distinct, unique... special. And she was the only one he could think of that deserved a taste of his gentleman-ness that everybody believed as a sham.
"If I could show you boy,
How much I feel for you,
Would you turn around and tell me
You feel the same way, too," she sang softly.
'Shit,' he swore. 'Why did I ever decide to take a bath?' Her voice crept into his mind and fogged it up.
"Could be wrong, you know,
Comin' out the blue,"
"Shit."
"I really have to say this,
Baby I love you,"
"Shit."
"If I could get it right,
And tell you face to face,
Would you think that I am true,
Believe me when I say,"
"Shit. Shit. Shit."
"I wanna let you know, I just don't know the way,
I wanna shout it out, Hear me when I say,
These blues will always hang around,
Until the moment I let it go,"
'Merlin, help me,' Draco thought, his face dripping with sweat.
"And let you know,
Baby I love you,
I wanna let you know,
Baby I love you,"
At this point, Draco was in the verge of collapsing, as Hermione serenaded into a soft, cool soprano. (d'ya get what I'm trying to say?ü) He can't take it anymore. He sank lower on the floor and leaned against the wall.
"Hermione," he whispered. Now, he wanted her so badly. She was his marijuana... so addictive.
"Draco," she muttered.
"Draco?!" he asked himself, stunned. "Who's Draco?!"
"Draco," she continued.
He peaked again. She was still in her usual position. She looked so relaxed The only part of her body that was moving was her lips that kept on muttering "Draco".
'I'm Draco,' he thought stupidly. "I'm Draco," he repeated excitedly.
After his daze, he noticed that Hermione wasn't in the tub anymore. He sighed. 'I haven't seen her naked!' He silently opened the closet door and crawled on the floor. When he turned right, he bumped into a perfectly tanned pair of luscious legs. He stared up and had an eye-to-eye with Hermione...again.
"MALFOY?!" Hermione shrieked as the great ferret boy stood up fast.
"Ah—uhh—" he stammered. He didn't know what to say. He tried to think about a reason why he was in the closet. His eyes wandered on Hermione's body, not aware of it. "I uh—forgot my—boobs—I mean—my books."
"In the closet?" she asked crossly.
"I—uh—dropped it—inside—my—uh—legs—I mean—my—"
"Asshole," blurted Hermione. She wasn't sure whether he was mad at him for "spying" on her, or flattered for the whole boobs-legs assessment.
"Sorry---"
And without a word, she went straight to her room and slammed the door shut. 'Good job, Hermione,' she sighed regretfully.
'Boobs? Legs?' he scolded himself. 'You asshole.'
For 15 minutes, he kept on cursing himself for being such an idiot. He knew he shouldn't have left the balcony. Now, Hermione hated him. She hated him more. The plan wouldn't work out. He was so stupid to believe Florings that Hermione had feelings for her, too. He was going to be degraded forever. Hermione dumping him will deprive him of his love life. He will have a morbid life, old and alone. That's what he thought. He was over reacting.
"Get up," said a voice that came from nowhere.
He stood up and faced Professor Florings. Startled, Draco stumbled to his feet.
"Professor? How did you get in?"
"You'll know someday," she replied proudly.
"What are you doing here, Professor?"
"I thought we had plans."
'Oh right, the plan," he thought. 'Which is unlikely to happen.'
"Are you ok?" Maxene asked.
"Ok?!" he shouted, unaware. "Whatever you're planning to do, I already ruined it!"
She smiled.
"Why are you smiling?!" Draco asked, irritated.
"Why?" she replied, still wearing a big smile on her face. "I mean, how did you ruin it?"
Draco didn't expect Florings to ask this. If he told her about the incident, he would be accused of being a pervert, even if he really is. Yet, he didn't want his Professor to have a wrong impression on him.
"Well, I—I---" he spoke guiltily.
"Oh," she laughed. "The camping out in the closet. You're lucky she isn't mad at you."
"How did you know she isn't ma... How did you know about that?!" he shamefully questioned.
"You'll know that someday, too."
Florings grabbed Draco's arm and pushed him out the door. After 10 minutes, they were already facing the Gryffindor common room. Suddenly, the door burst open and Parvati Patil came out.
"Ready, Parvati?"
"I'm ready professor."
"Come, Draco," Florings instructed.
Draco didn't have a clue what she had in mind. He didn't know why Parvati was included. Did she know? Did she know he liked Hermione? Of course she knew! How wouldn't she? If she was included in The Plan, she might have some idea, or the main idea about why they were doing it.
"Ok, stand here, Draco," said Florings. She ordered him to lean against the wall. Parvati placed his hand on her waist and her arms around his neck.
"What the hell are you doing?!" he asked.
"Just go with the flow," Parvati answered.
"Ok. When I say go, you start," said Florings.
"Start wha---"
"Go!"
And Parvati started kissing Draco. He was alarmed. He didn't know what to do. Suddenly, Hermione came out of the corner and froze when she saw the scene.
"Hermione!" Draco cried. He tried to get away but Parvati was still sucking his neck.
"Parvati!" Hermione shouted. Tears began to stream down her face. She tried to hold it back but the thought that Parvati, her friend, betrayed her.
"Hermione!" Parvati acted surprised. "I-I—was just."
"I trusted you! I thought you were going to help me with that... that... bastard!" she cried. This time, rivers of tears kept flowing. She speedily ran away.
"Hermione! I can explain!" Draco said, unclasping Parvati's hands from his neck. He chased Hermione. Luckily, he was a fast runner.
"Hermione! That was a mistake!" he said in a calm but loud voice.
"Mistake?!" she cried. "I cought you red-handed!"
He looked down. He wanted to tell the truth, that Parvati was the one responsible. But he knew it would be better to shut up.
"And with Parvati! God! My friend!" she didn't know why she was saying this. She didn't want to do the first move but if this is what it takes, she should go for it. "Haven't you noticed? Haven't you noticed how I act around you?! You fucking shithead! How can I be so naïve?! I knew those rumors were the truth and still I continued thinking you aren't what they say you are. I still liked you even if you were being an—"
"You like me?" Draco interrupted.
"I'm not yet finished, you bastard!"
"Hermione, I like you, too."
Note: it's kinda short..