A/N: Sorry it's been so long. I HAVE been busy... ok ok. That's no excuse, I know. I'm sorry!! It's been one year and 4-5 days since I last updated. Well, at least I'm out of high school now... sigh... I'm gonna miss it. That's for sure. Well, life moves on. So I wrote this a long time ago, but I didn't have time to type it. And now that I re-read it, I want to change it. So maybe I'll write two alternate endings??... Perhaps. Perhaps not.
WARNING: THIS IS THE LAST CHAPTER!!! ABSOLUTELY NO MORE AFTER THIS!! I don't want to write anymore of this story. I'm tired of it. I wrote some other stuff though. Pretty good.
And another big ol' WARNING!!! It's a load of fluff!!!!! And on with the show...Strip Down By Kristina Chang
Final Confrontation
Last time:
"No. I followed you because I wanted to know something." He managed to say in an even tone, despite his breathlessness.
"Are you Alexial?" Draco asked suddenly, serious, but in a whisper.
Hermione's eyes flew open and stared at him, surprised. She didn't think he would have figured it out to soon.
Draco watched as Hermione's eyes seemed to bleed pale blue into her normally plain brown eyes. She opened her mouth to speak with a frown on her face.
"Yes. I'm Alexial. Sorry to disappoint. I guess... you know the something too."
"I thought you'd be sorely disappointed, surely. I mean, wouldn't you have rather had a pureblooded witch? Someone more powerful, with more title, someone more... beautiful?" she ended in a whisper.
"But... you are all what you said and more. I couldn't imagine anyone more powerful than you. A muggle-born, and the top in her class all seven years, both in magical and academic abilities. A title is just what one makes their name to be and how much your influence is over others. I personally think that you can convince anyone in this entire school of anything you want. Now if that's not influence, I don't know what it. A title comes with time. After all, you are only 17. But, oh, I musn't forget, you already HAVE a title: Queen of Gryffindor. That's not good enough for you?" Draco lowered himself so that he was lying beside Hermione. His left arm draped on her chest, under her breasts, and his head propped up with his right hand on his elbow.
"You are the epitome of beauty. Aphrodite herself could not compare." At this, Hermione scoffed and was about to answer, but Draco silenced her. "I believe that, and nothing anyone could say would ever change that." Draco then gave a small laugh. "I do believe I'm rambling."
"No, don't stop talking. I like hearing you talk. Your voice calms me, I love it." Draco laughed at her and shook his head, nuzzling deeper into her neck.
"Dinner's starting now. Do you want to go?" Hermione shook her head slightly.
"Not really. I don't want to move. We can always go get something in the kitchen later."
"Yup, that sounds great to me." Draco settled his head into Hermione's neck and was prepared to take a nap when the door was flung open and in stepped their two best friends, Harry and Ron.
Now, Harry just raised an eyebrow at Draco, after which he looked at Draco with an approving face. Ron, on the other hand, was open-mouthed and pointing at Draco and Hermione's half-clothed bodies draped on the bed. Then, suddenly, he began laughing hysterically while trying to get words out in between his laughter.
"I SO knew you would end up falling for her! Those classes with Trelawney MUST have paid off, 'cuz I bloody well predicted this. EVERYONE ends up falling for Hermione in the end!"
At this, Hermione stood from the bed and swayed over to Ron, her robe hanging off her frame, exposing her assets. Once she reached Ron, she ran her fingers up his arm and to the back of his neck, pulling his face closer to hers.
"Oh, is that so? EVERYONE ends up falling for me?" Hermione asked him innocently. He nodded in return.
"Including... you? And him?" she nodded her head towards Harry. "And no doubt, him, as well?" She nodded back at Draco, who was sitting up on her bed.
Ron gulped noticeably and nodded. For some reason unknown, she seemed very intimidating to him and he was scared of her.
"Oh stop it, Hermione, he looks ready to piss himself." Harry reprimanded her and Hermione gave a little pout.
"I was only having fun. You know I'd never ever hurt Ron. Or scare him like that on PURPOSE." Hermione feigned innocence when speaking to Harry, and kissed Ron on the tip of his nose.
"Yeah, right. I've known you for six years. I know you. You'd take ANY chance to scare ANYONE." Hermione pouted at him, then seemed to regain her composure and straightened herself.
"Hmph. You think you know me SOO well, don't you? What are you two doing here anyway?" She walked to her armchair, the only piece of furniture not concealed with paper, and plopped down into it, crossing her legs.
"Well, we WERE coming to save you from your research... but since you weren't doing that and doing someone else...we should leave, eh, Ron?" Harry said to Ron.
"Of course, wouldn't EVER want to miss dinner! That's the most important meal of the entire day! Let's go then, Harry." Ron took Harry's arm and began to lead him out of the room, but they were stopped before they even took two steps.
"Hey, since you two are here anyway, I'll go with you."
Ron turned and addressed Draco with a playful look in his eyes.
"Oh, dear no, Draco. We'd NEVER want to interrupt your PRECIOUS time, ALONE, with Hermione. You be a good boy, and... stay here. Now, be mindful, listen to whatever Hermione says. She's a real devil in bed. Er... not that I would KNOW, of course." Ron tried to cover up his laughing, but a few chuckles broke out.
"RON! You liar! I have NOT been in bed with you! Or ANYONE!"
"Oh, yes you have! Remember that time last year around September, you spent the night in our dorm. You pretty much jumped into my bed!"
"Oh, but that was just because I had a nightmare." Hermione said lamely.
"I know." Ron grinned at her cheekily.
"Ron! You sly devil, you." Hermione exclaimed.
"Right-o! I only learn from the best, eh?" Ron winked at Draco, who was still on the bed.
"You?! The best? Ha, funny. I could die laughing." Hermione deadpanned.
"Hey! I AM the best. If I'm not, who is? You? I think not. Ha! I laugh at you." Draco said playfully.
"Gah! You people are so... grr...!" Hermione exclaimed in frustration.
The boys laughed at her while she scrunched up a face of frustration.
"Well, are you two going to dinner or not? If not, we'll just leave you two... er... alone." Harry asked. Hermione was just about to answer "yes" but Draco beat her to it.
"No, I think we'll stay here for awhile. Have a great dinner. Bye!" Draco rushed up from Hermione's bed and pushed Harry and Ron out of the room.
"Don't forget protection...!" Harry and Ron shouted out after them as they were being ejected.
Once Harry and Ron were efficiently shoved out of the room, Hermione pounced on Draco, climbing onto his back and surprising him greatly.
"Why did you answer for me? I was going to go with the! I need to get out of this stuffy room! And I'm hungry..." Hermione whispered furiously into his ear. Her legs clamped around his waist for a better grip and her arms went around his shoulders.
"Well, I was hoping we could stay here for a while, and eat dinner later, in the kitchens." Draco explained. He started walking towards the bed, mindful to sidestep all the papers, books, and cups.
"Sounds fun!" Hermione replied sarcastically. "Tch. And pray tell, WHAT are we going to do here?" She raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, I'll find something, I'm sure." Draco dropped onto the bed, so that Hermione was under him. She made an "oof" sound since she wasn't expecting that. Draco then turned to look at her. His legs straddled her about the waist and he took her hands and locked them above her head.
"What are you doing?" Hermione asked curiously.
"Gonna have some fun."
"What?! And how are you supposed to do that without my cooperation?"
"Well, I guess I'll have to convince you then. Hopefully, it won't be too hard." Draco leaned down on the way to kiss her lips but moved to her neck at the last moment. He rained kisses on her supple neck and gave her a few hickeys, including one that would be sure to stay for a couple days.
"Have I gained your cooperation yet? Or am I close?" Draco asked Hermione.
"Close, but not yet..." she replied a little breathlessly and in a sing-song tone.
"Oh? What about now?" he moved up the side of her neck to lick and nibble at her ear.
"Uh-uh." Hermione shook her head slightly. Draco moved to the corners of her mouth and started kissing there.
"Yet??" he asked in a whisper.
"Absolutely..." she replied breathlessly.
"Finally." Draco replied and moved on to kissing her on the mouth, plunging his tongue into her sweet mouth. He moved back to her ear and whispered one word.
"Lovely." He gave a small contented sigh and dropped down onto her, but still supporting most of his weight with his arms so as not to crush her.
"You taste heavenly." He remarked.
"Oh? You taste... warm." She replied in return.
"Warm?" Draco raised up on his arm to look at her questioningly.
"Yup, warm. When I first saw you, you exuded a cold, aloofness. After meeting you, you were ice, maybe a little bit of frost too. Over the years, as you became friends with MY best friends, you began to melt... and now, you're warm."
"And... when will I be... hot?"
"...I don't know. Care to find out?" Hermione asked playfully.
"For you, always willing." Their lips met once more and did not part for a long time. They even stayed together as they joined souls, bodies, beings. And Draco became hot and so did Hermione.
The Next Day..."HERMIONE!! Do you know where Draco is? He's not in his tower..." Ron trailed off as he became fully aware of who was standing in the bed sheets trying to find his boxers. Another someone, however, wasn't even trying to cover herself up and was walking into the bathroom, birthday suit and all or well... nothing.
"Oh, hey Ron. What are you doing here?" Draco asked as he finally located his boxers and was in the process of putting them on. When Ron didn't answer, Draco looked over at him.
Ron stood, stance apart, mouth agape, eyes wide, and fingers pointing from him to the bathroom and back again.
"Yes. We did have sex. It's only natural, Ron. One day, Lavender might get tired of waiting for you to get the picture and want it from you too. And then you'll have to put out, even if you don't want to." Draco walked to him and put a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
"You always have to listen to the woman. If you want to live, that is. Where's Harry?"
Ron snapped out of his trance when Draco touched him.
"I know! I've done that! Anyway, Harry's not here." Ron snapped.
"Well, apparently." Draco answered dryly. He walked around the room, trying to locate his clothes, which were randomly strewn about the room.
"Oh, he's around, I suppose."
"Who's around WHERE, Ronald?" Hermione stepped out of her bathroom, a forest green towel wrapped around her body and one piled on top of her hair.
"Oh, here and there. Probably with my sister..." Ron answered, sounding a little angry.
Hermione rolled her eyes at him and walked to her closet. Upon seeing this, Ron turned to face the door. Draco silently wondered what he was doing. And then Hermione dropped her towel. Well, more like, threw it off her body. Draco "ooh"-ed in his mind. Then he went to the bathroom to take a quick shower.
"So what's happening with you two? Are you hitting it off, then?" Ron asked, still facing the door.
"Ron, you sure have a way of asking about the obvious." Hermione stated. She pulled out a pair of her favorite dark blue undies and a bra and put them on.
"What to wear, what to wear." Hermione muttered to herself. Apparently, she'd said it very loudly because Ron answered her.
"You should wear that black shirt with the lion holding the snake. That's pretty appropriate, don't you think? I mean, you have conquered Draco. In a way."
"Good suggestion. I like that shirt. Lucky there are no classes today. Else no one would be able to see my favorite shirt." Hermione scrounged amidst her black robes in her closet for aforementioned shirt. A few minutes later, she emerged, hair tangled in her face, breath short and the shirt in hand.
"Found it!" she exclaimed.
"I see." Ron said dryly. He was sitting on an armchair, once covered in parchment and weighed down with older tomes, with a far off look on his face.
"Ron, you better not be sitting on my research, or I swear I'll..."
"Hex me into oblivion, yes, I know, I know. I swear you love saying that. Yes, I did move your research. I don't really know if you actually can..." Ron trailed off, for he just committed a taboo. Hermione halted her movements and stomped over to Ron.
"Excuse me?! Did you just doubt ME?!?! If you really want a demonstration, I can show you right here, right now. Give me your wand. I'll bloody freaking show you to doubt ME." Hermione crawled all over Ron and searched in his pockets for his wand, often grabbing places she shouldn't have grabbed too hard.
"Ow! Hermione! I don't have my wand! Harry's borrowing it! Get off me!" Ron nearly yelled.
"Fine! I'll use mine, no, it's in the bathroom, I'll use Draco's, it's all the same. I'll hex you into your damned next life and let's just see if you ever doubt me again. You bloody... best friend or not, I don't care..." Hermione kept muttering to herself as she searched for Draco's wand in his clothes, forgetting that she was only wearing underwear.
Ron was beginning to fear, just a little, for his life right now. He knew that Hermione didn't back out of promises and anything she said, she'd do. He began to fidget a little hoping Draco would finish his shower and come save him from his deranged best friend.
"Hermione, what are you doing with my wand?" Draco stood in the doorway of the bathroom, with a towel wrapped around his waist.
Just as Hermione was about to mutter a curse to hex her best friend, Draco crossed the room to he in a few long strides and snatched the wand from her hand.
"Oh, thank you." Ron exclaimed breathlessly. His arms were crossed in front of his face like an "x". Like that was going to protect him from Hermione's wrath. Yeah, right.
"It's alright, I still need to teach you homework, eh, mate?"
"Yeah, yeah, I suppose so." Rom lowered his arms cautiously until he saw that Draco had a firm hold on Hermione.
"Yes, well, I should be going now. It is getting rather late. Bye!" Ron dashed off with a smile and left the two lovers alone.
"What in hell? It's two in the afternoon. It's not late at all. That git is hiding something from me."
"You know, the world doesn't revolve around you, love?" Draco commented on her last statement.
"But yours does, right?" Hermione asked him in return. She glided to Draco and wrapped her arms around his neck. She brought his head down close to hers for a chaste kiss.
"Oh, I don't think so. Come back here." Draco crushed Hermione's body to his and kissed her thoroughly until her lips were red and bruised when they parted. Hermione smiled at him with a goofy grin.
"Let's go get some food from the kitchen, huh?" Hermione suggested.
"Wait, I need clothes." Draco whined.
"And so you do." Hermione exclaimed, playfully shocked.
"And so do I. Oh, but I like you so much better like this."
"So you would rather I prance around in public with only a towel. Ok, I can do that." Draco stated and started walking towards the door.
"No! No one is allowed to see you like that! Only me! ME!" Hermione protested and pouted. "Possessive, aren't we?" Draco teased.
"Of course." Hermione stepped closer to Draco.
"You are mine." She whispered and Draco raised an eyebrow in question.
"...As I am yours. Forever." Then they claimed each other. Their souls forever entwined together.
Finish. Authoress's Notes: Yeap. It's finished. Totally over. No more. None! Finuto! Fin! The End. Done. I don't want to write this story anymore. Too much and it loses MY attention. It took me so long just to finish this story. Really, more than 3 chapters to write and I suck. Maybe I'll do a long one-shot sequel. I'm not sure. What do you think? Review and reply. I could really use some help thinking about what to do after this. I've got some ideas, but it's really in depth and elaborate. I don't think I want to add that to this simple ending. Any questions, e-mail or review. Review… yeah, that's a good idea. REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!!Toodles!