Chapter 2
A/N: Ahhh..gazing at my Tom Felton background. He is so very hott! I just found out that me and my friend WON'T be at the same camp session this summer...so therefore in order to NOT be a loner I will be forced to sit with my younger sister until I have made a few friends. *Sighs* Poor girl, she's a pathological liar. But, after living with her all my life, I can tell the truth from lies pretty easily. Thank you, Lauren, for my first review! *Puts review on a plaque* Bubble Beards forever! *tears up* Thank you BlueGirl89 and Mariah. I feel like crying I am so happy. It's quite easy to tell I'm new at this.isn't it? 3 reviews and I'm already bringing on the water works! Now.On with the story!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter..J.K. does.not me...shhhhhh.can you keep a secret? I have a crush on a certain sexy blonde Slytherin! And NO! It is not Pansy! *Shakes head in disgust*
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Hermione wandered around the cute little hotel shops for a little while, until she found a tight, black scoop neck dress for her dinner with Viktor tonight. She searched around a little longer and found some black tie-up- the-leg shoes. She'd found a sack of Galleons on her dresser with a note from Viktor telling her to spend it on anything she wanted.
Hermione just shrugged. "Why spend mine when I can spend his?" She had said.
Hermione glanced at her watch. It read 7 o'clock. She didn't have anymore shopping to do, so she decided to go back up to her room and start getting ready.
"Snitch" she said to the door, and it swung open. She walked in and set her bags down on the bed. She walked to her suitcase and opened it to the first compartment. She took out what looked like a miniature boom box. Then she took out a miniature CD and stuck it in the little music player. She had charmed the Boom Box to work with out magic, lick she did with most muggle objects that used electricity.
Skye Sweetnam's 'Billy S' suddenly filled the room and Hermione turned it up REALLY loud. She figured everyone would already be out at dinner, but she just had to assume since she couldn't put a charm on the door since she hadn't come of age to use magic outside of Hogwarts yet.
Hermione began singing along with the upbeat music and started dancing around room, oblivious to someone else's annoyance.
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Draco Malfoy was lying on his bed reading the books required for the upcoming school year (A/N: Like I should be doing!!!) when he heard a horrible sound. Girlie Pop Music. LOUD Girlie Pop Music. He rubbed his forehead, he was getting headache already.
He really didn't have to guess whose room it was coming from. How many other 15 year old English girls were staying on this floor? Obviously Bubble Beard Brainiac didn't know that some people don't appreciate the musical workings of Pop.
But after she'd answered the door in that hotel towel, he'd had to take a cold shower. Her skin had still been glistening with moisture and the towel was VERY short. 'Whoa.this is mudblood Granger I'm thinking about here..the book worm.the filthy muggle-born.' 'She didn't look filthy when she had opened the door' He thought with a grin. She actually look quite clean and..what was he going to say? Pretty? Tolerable? Then he shook his head and grimaced.
'This is going to be a long vacation..' He said to himself.
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Hermione admired herself in the large mirror in her bathroom. She smiled, then pouted, then smooched up her lips.
"Oh Viktor!" She said, leaning in and giving the mirror a long, passionate kiss.
When she pulled back, she started laughing hysterically at all the fog on the mirror. After her laughter subsided, she straightened up her dress. It really did fit well, all in the right places. She smiled once again in the mirror and winked at herself.
"Knock him dead, Mione" She said to herself, before she left for the restaurant.
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Hermione sighed, and her stomach grumbled. She looked at the clock on the wall. Viktor was 30 minutes late, and Hermione was starving. She took another drink of her water as the waiter came to her table, a sealed envelope with her name on it on a platter. She thanked the waiter and took the envelope from him. She broke the seal, and frowned at what she saw:
Dearest Hermione,
I am dreadfully sorry. I will not be able to join you for dinner tonight. Emergency Quidditch practice has been called, as the World Cup is tomorrow. Once again, I am very sorry and I hope to see you at the game.
Yours,
Viktor
Hermione sighed as she finished the letter. She had gotten ready only to be stood up. She called the waiter back over and took her order; there was no need to wait anymore.
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Draco watched from across the restaurant as Hermione's face fell as she read the bit of parchment. He smirked. No doubt Krum had stood her up.
He put the money for his meals on the table and began to approach Hermione's table. 'Time to sweep her off her feet!' He thought with an evil smile. As he approached her, he noticed she was chewing quite hard, her jaw set in annoyance.
Draco sat down in the empty seat across from her. "Good evening, Granger. Cookie Krum stand you up? I'm not surprised.I would have."
Hermione winced, and her eyes teared up. This was not the response he was expecting. 'Jeez, man! You made her cry!"
"Wait, Granger, I'm sorry...I didn't mean it.." He stumbled over his words. 'What are you doing you git? Apologizing? What is with you?' his inner voice screamed at him.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Ith wathent yoo, Malthoy. My tuge, I bith it." Hermione stuck out her tongue, and sure enough, it had begun to bleed. Hermione smirked. "Buth I do apweciate the apollothy."
Draco smirked right back. "No pwoblem, Herm-own-ninny." He said, repeating the way she had begun to talk, and using Krum's name for her.
Hermione stuck her tongue out at him, which struck them both as hilarious. They were beginning to attract stares from the other diners.
After their laughter had subsided, the waiter approached them. "Would you care for dessert, Miss?" he said, directing it at Hermione.
"Two coffees, and a bowl of vanilla ice cream." Draco cut in. "Bill it to the Malfoy suite." The waiter nodded curtly and was gone.
"Ice cream?" Inquired Hermione. "For your tongue." He replied. "You'll be able to stick it out at people in no time."
"Ha Ha" she said and rolled her eyes. The coffees and ice cream suddenly appeared, and Hermione took a sip of the rich coffee. She made sure to wipe her mouth off on the napkin; the coffee was quite frothy. Draco, obviously, had done no such thing. There was a bit of froth right on the end of his nose. Hermione pondered what to do about this.
Enter Dream Sequence:
"Draco," Hermione whispered "You have." Hermione stopped right there. She lifted her hand and, with her finger, removed the bit of froth from his nose.
"Oh Hermione," Draco whispered passionately. Her took her finger and licked the coffee from it.
Suddenly her drew Hermione to him and met her lips with his in a passionate kiss. Hermione deepened the kiss and the two were lost into bliss.
Everyone in the restaurant stood up and clapped for the romantic couple.
Draco pulled back. "Hermione.Hermione.Hermione."
"Hermione?"
She snapped back into reality. Draco's face was looking confused from across the table. "What's wrong?" he asked her.
The waiter came over and took there plates away, but not before giving Draco a strange look. Hermione put her finger to her lips and grinned at the waiter.
Goodnight, Miss. Goodnight...Sir.." He said, before turning away in silent laughter.
An evil grin spread across her face as she noticed the coffee was still on the tip of his nose. "Nothing's wrong Draco, nothing at all..."
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'Yep, I've got her where I want her.' Draco thought as he stepped into his room. 'I saw that look she was giving me from across the table. What was with that waiter though?' Draco smirked as his ego grew rapidly. He stepped into his bathroom to admire himself in his mirror.
"Oh my god! That!.."
A couple of rooms down the hall, a girl was laughing hysterically on her four-poster bed.
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A/N: It's 12 at night. I guess I write good at night, huh? Well, I've got to get up early tomorrow, so, review, thanks!
A/N: Ahhh..gazing at my Tom Felton background. He is so very hott! I just found out that me and my friend WON'T be at the same camp session this summer...so therefore in order to NOT be a loner I will be forced to sit with my younger sister until I have made a few friends. *Sighs* Poor girl, she's a pathological liar. But, after living with her all my life, I can tell the truth from lies pretty easily. Thank you, Lauren, for my first review! *Puts review on a plaque* Bubble Beards forever! *tears up* Thank you BlueGirl89 and Mariah. I feel like crying I am so happy. It's quite easy to tell I'm new at this.isn't it? 3 reviews and I'm already bringing on the water works! Now.On with the story!
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter..J.K. does.not me...shhhhhh.can you keep a secret? I have a crush on a certain sexy blonde Slytherin! And NO! It is not Pansy! *Shakes head in disgust*
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Hermione wandered around the cute little hotel shops for a little while, until she found a tight, black scoop neck dress for her dinner with Viktor tonight. She searched around a little longer and found some black tie-up- the-leg shoes. She'd found a sack of Galleons on her dresser with a note from Viktor telling her to spend it on anything she wanted.
Hermione just shrugged. "Why spend mine when I can spend his?" She had said.
Hermione glanced at her watch. It read 7 o'clock. She didn't have anymore shopping to do, so she decided to go back up to her room and start getting ready.
"Snitch" she said to the door, and it swung open. She walked in and set her bags down on the bed. She walked to her suitcase and opened it to the first compartment. She took out what looked like a miniature boom box. Then she took out a miniature CD and stuck it in the little music player. She had charmed the Boom Box to work with out magic, lick she did with most muggle objects that used electricity.
Skye Sweetnam's 'Billy S' suddenly filled the room and Hermione turned it up REALLY loud. She figured everyone would already be out at dinner, but she just had to assume since she couldn't put a charm on the door since she hadn't come of age to use magic outside of Hogwarts yet.
Hermione began singing along with the upbeat music and started dancing around room, oblivious to someone else's annoyance.
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Draco Malfoy was lying on his bed reading the books required for the upcoming school year (A/N: Like I should be doing!!!) when he heard a horrible sound. Girlie Pop Music. LOUD Girlie Pop Music. He rubbed his forehead, he was getting headache already.
He really didn't have to guess whose room it was coming from. How many other 15 year old English girls were staying on this floor? Obviously Bubble Beard Brainiac didn't know that some people don't appreciate the musical workings of Pop.
But after she'd answered the door in that hotel towel, he'd had to take a cold shower. Her skin had still been glistening with moisture and the towel was VERY short. 'Whoa.this is mudblood Granger I'm thinking about here..the book worm.the filthy muggle-born.' 'She didn't look filthy when she had opened the door' He thought with a grin. She actually look quite clean and..what was he going to say? Pretty? Tolerable? Then he shook his head and grimaced.
'This is going to be a long vacation..' He said to himself.
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Hermione admired herself in the large mirror in her bathroom. She smiled, then pouted, then smooched up her lips.
"Oh Viktor!" She said, leaning in and giving the mirror a long, passionate kiss.
When she pulled back, she started laughing hysterically at all the fog on the mirror. After her laughter subsided, she straightened up her dress. It really did fit well, all in the right places. She smiled once again in the mirror and winked at herself.
"Knock him dead, Mione" She said to herself, before she left for the restaurant.
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Hermione sighed, and her stomach grumbled. She looked at the clock on the wall. Viktor was 30 minutes late, and Hermione was starving. She took another drink of her water as the waiter came to her table, a sealed envelope with her name on it on a platter. She thanked the waiter and took the envelope from him. She broke the seal, and frowned at what she saw:
Dearest Hermione,
I am dreadfully sorry. I will not be able to join you for dinner tonight. Emergency Quidditch practice has been called, as the World Cup is tomorrow. Once again, I am very sorry and I hope to see you at the game.
Yours,
Viktor
Hermione sighed as she finished the letter. She had gotten ready only to be stood up. She called the waiter back over and took her order; there was no need to wait anymore.
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Draco watched from across the restaurant as Hermione's face fell as she read the bit of parchment. He smirked. No doubt Krum had stood her up.
He put the money for his meals on the table and began to approach Hermione's table. 'Time to sweep her off her feet!' He thought with an evil smile. As he approached her, he noticed she was chewing quite hard, her jaw set in annoyance.
Draco sat down in the empty seat across from her. "Good evening, Granger. Cookie Krum stand you up? I'm not surprised.I would have."
Hermione winced, and her eyes teared up. This was not the response he was expecting. 'Jeez, man! You made her cry!"
"Wait, Granger, I'm sorry...I didn't mean it.." He stumbled over his words. 'What are you doing you git? Apologizing? What is with you?' his inner voice screamed at him.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Ith wathent yoo, Malthoy. My tuge, I bith it." Hermione stuck out her tongue, and sure enough, it had begun to bleed. Hermione smirked. "Buth I do apweciate the apollothy."
Draco smirked right back. "No pwoblem, Herm-own-ninny." He said, repeating the way she had begun to talk, and using Krum's name for her.
Hermione stuck her tongue out at him, which struck them both as hilarious. They were beginning to attract stares from the other diners.
After their laughter had subsided, the waiter approached them. "Would you care for dessert, Miss?" he said, directing it at Hermione.
"Two coffees, and a bowl of vanilla ice cream." Draco cut in. "Bill it to the Malfoy suite." The waiter nodded curtly and was gone.
"Ice cream?" Inquired Hermione. "For your tongue." He replied. "You'll be able to stick it out at people in no time."
"Ha Ha" she said and rolled her eyes. The coffees and ice cream suddenly appeared, and Hermione took a sip of the rich coffee. She made sure to wipe her mouth off on the napkin; the coffee was quite frothy. Draco, obviously, had done no such thing. There was a bit of froth right on the end of his nose. Hermione pondered what to do about this.
Enter Dream Sequence:
"Draco," Hermione whispered "You have." Hermione stopped right there. She lifted her hand and, with her finger, removed the bit of froth from his nose.
"Oh Hermione," Draco whispered passionately. Her took her finger and licked the coffee from it.
Suddenly her drew Hermione to him and met her lips with his in a passionate kiss. Hermione deepened the kiss and the two were lost into bliss.
Everyone in the restaurant stood up and clapped for the romantic couple.
Draco pulled back. "Hermione.Hermione.Hermione."
"Hermione?"
She snapped back into reality. Draco's face was looking confused from across the table. "What's wrong?" he asked her.
The waiter came over and took there plates away, but not before giving Draco a strange look. Hermione put her finger to her lips and grinned at the waiter.
Goodnight, Miss. Goodnight...Sir.." He said, before turning away in silent laughter.
An evil grin spread across her face as she noticed the coffee was still on the tip of his nose. "Nothing's wrong Draco, nothing at all..."
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'Yep, I've got her where I want her.' Draco thought as he stepped into his room. 'I saw that look she was giving me from across the table. What was with that waiter though?' Draco smirked as his ego grew rapidly. He stepped into his bathroom to admire himself in his mirror.
"Oh my god! That!.."
A couple of rooms down the hall, a girl was laughing hysterically on her four-poster bed.
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A/N: It's 12 at night. I guess I write good at night, huh? Well, I've got to get up early tomorrow, so, review, thanks!