Chapter 10: Bad Blood
As he was carressing her hands with his strong fingers Hermione noticed something sitting on his dresser top.
"What's that Draco?" she asked, reaching towards it.
"NOTHING" he yelled, diving over her to retrieve whatever it was. He tried to hide it behind his back but she was too quick for him. Hermione tickled him everywhere till she found his really weak spot.
"O o o ok, s-stop, pleeease. I'll show you." he said and she took her hands away. He made to run for it but she threw herself on top of him and pinned him down with extraordinary strength.
"Uh ohh...I think you've broken them" he said as she stood up.
"Broken what exactly?" she asked.
He held them up in defeat and Hermione saw a battered and shattered pair of- - glasses.
"Oh that's it, come on what's so bad about that?" she asked, pulling out her wand to fix them.
"I hate them. They're for reading and they look so foolish on me." he replied.
"I'll be the judge of that. Let's see them then." she ordered. He reluctantly slid them onto his face and turned his head to look at her.
"Oh they don't look foolish at all." she said, giggling, and they didn't.
"Uh huh, suuure" he replied, taking them off.
"No seriously, they actually look kinda, cute" she said and giggled more.
"Oh well, maybe I'll have to wear them more then." he replied, putting them back on.
They moved closer together and soon their bodies were right up next to each other. He leaned in and kissed her on the cheek then. He kissed her chin a few times and moved to her neck. She giggled and he looked into her eyes. She nodded and his face moved towards hers. He was a centimeter away when...
TAP TAP!
They turned to see his owl beating the window. They tried ignoring it but it kept rapping.
"Oh just go get it." she said. He let it into the room and then it dropped its letter but landed on the bed.
"Where were we?" he asked, leaving the letter where it was.
"Right about, OWW!" Hermione screamed. The bird had launched itself at her.
"Oh are you ok?" he asked.
"Yeah but I guess you better read the letter." she replied rubbing her elbow. He opened the letter and read it, his eyes widening.
"What is it?" she asked.
Then he reread the letter outloud.
Son,
I know about you and the mudblood. I do not approve in the slightest and I am extremely dissapointed in you. Expect severe beatings upon our next meeting (here hermione gasped and Draco shrugged it off). Your mother is in a state and you have brought shame upon the family name. If word of this gets out you will regret ever being born. STAY AWAY FROM THAT FILTH!
Draco turned to Hermione. Tears were wlling up in her eyes.
"Oh don't, please" he said.
"What are we going to do?" she asked.
"We'll figure something out." he replied soothingly. A single tear fell down her cheek. He wiped it away with his thumb.
"Look, I will fight for you, Hermione. I will." he lifted her chin up and kissed her on the nose.
"Ok," she relpied, hugging him close to her, taking in his scent, worrying that it might be her last chance.
She had a question though.
"How did he know?" she asked, lifting her head from his chest.
Just as Draco pondered this question, he saw a PS.
I have my ways...
Hermione spent the better part of the next couple weeks trying to not think about Lucious and the ominous letter he had sent. Draco had tried to put on a good face for her but she could tell he was just as nervous as she was. September quickly melted into October and Hermione returned to the common room one evening early in the month to find a letter addressed to her and Draco. She decidied she would wait to open it till' he got back so when she heard the portrait hole open and shut she put down her stuff and showed him. They opned it together and read:
Mr. Malfoy and Ms. Granger,
Congratulations on succeeding extremely well in your first task. I couldn't be more proud and I have full confidence you will have no trouble with this next one. As you know, Halloween is coming up. It will be your job to organize the Halloween feast as well as decorating the hall. You may do this all yourselves, or ask the prefects to help you if you need it.
Good Luck.
Professor Dumbledore
Hermione was beaming, she loved planning parties. Draco, on the other hand, didn't look too happy.
"I've never decorated anything before" he said.
"Haven't you ever had parties or anything with streamers and balloons?" she asked him as they sat down on the couch and she curled herself in his lap.
"Yeah." he replied in a 'duh' kind of tone.
"So, how have you never decorated?" she asked again. He stared at her.
"House elves" he said simply. She looked harassed.
"WHAT!" she leapt away from him, " Draco you know I think that's slave labour!"
"Yeah, I know now. But i didn't when I was six, did I?" he replied, standing and walking towards her. He opened his arms in a loving gesture and she fell into them.
"I'm sorry. Of course you didn't. I just lost control." she said.
"It's fine, Hermione" he replied, stroking her hair as he felt a tear drop down from her eye onto his shoulder. She sniffed.
"What's wrong, Hermione?" he asked her.
"I'm scared" she replied. He looked at her. Tear were falling silently down her face.
"I'm scared too," he told her, kissing her nose gently, "but we'll get through this. Somehow". He pulled her closer as music appeared from nowhere and they danced alone in the common room, empty save one very happy couple.
Sorry that was sooo short but I hope you liked it. It's one of my favourite chapters. So review please!!!
BTW, someone asked how Harry knew the apssword. I told this to the other site when someone asked but She told Ron and Harry..I never said it but it's just one of those things that isn't really needed to make the story happen, ya know?
Kk, any other questions just post em! Jes
As he was carressing her hands with his strong fingers Hermione noticed something sitting on his dresser top.
"What's that Draco?" she asked, reaching towards it.
"NOTHING" he yelled, diving over her to retrieve whatever it was. He tried to hide it behind his back but she was too quick for him. Hermione tickled him everywhere till she found his really weak spot.
"O o o ok, s-stop, pleeease. I'll show you." he said and she took her hands away. He made to run for it but she threw herself on top of him and pinned him down with extraordinary strength.
"Uh ohh...I think you've broken them" he said as she stood up.
"Broken what exactly?" she asked.
He held them up in defeat and Hermione saw a battered and shattered pair of- - glasses.
"Oh that's it, come on what's so bad about that?" she asked, pulling out her wand to fix them.
"I hate them. They're for reading and they look so foolish on me." he replied.
"I'll be the judge of that. Let's see them then." she ordered. He reluctantly slid them onto his face and turned his head to look at her.
"Oh they don't look foolish at all." she said, giggling, and they didn't.
"Uh huh, suuure" he replied, taking them off.
"No seriously, they actually look kinda, cute" she said and giggled more.
"Oh well, maybe I'll have to wear them more then." he replied, putting them back on.
They moved closer together and soon their bodies were right up next to each other. He leaned in and kissed her on the cheek then. He kissed her chin a few times and moved to her neck. She giggled and he looked into her eyes. She nodded and his face moved towards hers. He was a centimeter away when...
TAP TAP!
They turned to see his owl beating the window. They tried ignoring it but it kept rapping.
"Oh just go get it." she said. He let it into the room and then it dropped its letter but landed on the bed.
"Where were we?" he asked, leaving the letter where it was.
"Right about, OWW!" Hermione screamed. The bird had launched itself at her.
"Oh are you ok?" he asked.
"Yeah but I guess you better read the letter." she replied rubbing her elbow. He opened the letter and read it, his eyes widening.
"What is it?" she asked.
Then he reread the letter outloud.
Son,
I know about you and the mudblood. I do not approve in the slightest and I am extremely dissapointed in you. Expect severe beatings upon our next meeting (here hermione gasped and Draco shrugged it off). Your mother is in a state and you have brought shame upon the family name. If word of this gets out you will regret ever being born. STAY AWAY FROM THAT FILTH!
Draco turned to Hermione. Tears were wlling up in her eyes.
"Oh don't, please" he said.
"What are we going to do?" she asked.
"We'll figure something out." he replied soothingly. A single tear fell down her cheek. He wiped it away with his thumb.
"Look, I will fight for you, Hermione. I will." he lifted her chin up and kissed her on the nose.
"Ok," she relpied, hugging him close to her, taking in his scent, worrying that it might be her last chance.
She had a question though.
"How did he know?" she asked, lifting her head from his chest.
Just as Draco pondered this question, he saw a PS.
I have my ways...
Hermione spent the better part of the next couple weeks trying to not think about Lucious and the ominous letter he had sent. Draco had tried to put on a good face for her but she could tell he was just as nervous as she was. September quickly melted into October and Hermione returned to the common room one evening early in the month to find a letter addressed to her and Draco. She decidied she would wait to open it till' he got back so when she heard the portrait hole open and shut she put down her stuff and showed him. They opned it together and read:
Mr. Malfoy and Ms. Granger,
Congratulations on succeeding extremely well in your first task. I couldn't be more proud and I have full confidence you will have no trouble with this next one. As you know, Halloween is coming up. It will be your job to organize the Halloween feast as well as decorating the hall. You may do this all yourselves, or ask the prefects to help you if you need it.
Good Luck.
Professor Dumbledore
Hermione was beaming, she loved planning parties. Draco, on the other hand, didn't look too happy.
"I've never decorated anything before" he said.
"Haven't you ever had parties or anything with streamers and balloons?" she asked him as they sat down on the couch and she curled herself in his lap.
"Yeah." he replied in a 'duh' kind of tone.
"So, how have you never decorated?" she asked again. He stared at her.
"House elves" he said simply. She looked harassed.
"WHAT!" she leapt away from him, " Draco you know I think that's slave labour!"
"Yeah, I know now. But i didn't when I was six, did I?" he replied, standing and walking towards her. He opened his arms in a loving gesture and she fell into them.
"I'm sorry. Of course you didn't. I just lost control." she said.
"It's fine, Hermione" he replied, stroking her hair as he felt a tear drop down from her eye onto his shoulder. She sniffed.
"What's wrong, Hermione?" he asked her.
"I'm scared" she replied. He looked at her. Tear were falling silently down her face.
"I'm scared too," he told her, kissing her nose gently, "but we'll get through this. Somehow". He pulled her closer as music appeared from nowhere and they danced alone in the common room, empty save one very happy couple.
Sorry that was sooo short but I hope you liked it. It's one of my favourite chapters. So review please!!!
BTW, someone asked how Harry knew the apssword. I told this to the other site when someone asked but She told Ron and Harry..I never said it but it's just one of those things that isn't really needed to make the story happen, ya know?
Kk, any other questions just post em! Jes