Huzzah! Here's chapter 7! Also, I'd like to point out that I made an error. The gang is all 16, and in their 6th years. Sorry if I confused anyone!
Chapter 7
"Alright. Do you believe in love at first sight?"
"Maybe..."
"Maybe? How can you maybe believe in love at first sight?" Hermione asked.
"I'm still debating whether or not I believe in it," Draco said calmly.
"What about you? Do you believe in love at first sight?" Draco said, turning the question back at Hermione.
"Umm. Yes, yes I do believe in love at first sight," Hermione said.
"My turn to ask?"
"Yup,"
"Ok. What's the most embarrassing thing you've ever done or that's happened to you?"
"Oh...um...Well, Ron, Harry and I were walking back from Hagrid's, and we chose to walk down by the lake. The boys noticed a tree had been felled and was jutting out onto the water, kind of like a pier. So they raced down on to the edge to see what they could see in the water. Not wanting to be left out I slowly followed them along the trunk of the tree. I've never been one
for balance, so when I was halfway out, I tripped on a tree branch and fell in the water. It wouldn't have been so bad if I hadn't ripped part of my skirt. When Ron and Harry pulled me out of the freezing lake, I was cold, wet, and my skirt was falling off," Hermione said, blushing at the memory.
"Haha, that's bad, but not as bad as what happened to me. One day in our second year, I had forgotten to button up my fly. Meanwhile Pansy Parkinson claimed she had lost an expensive earring and was crawling around under our desk. Professor Flitwick demanded what Pansy was doing, and her head peered out from under the desk, right near my chair. It was then the professor noted that my fly was wide open. Flitwick had thought Pansy was trying to please me!"
"Hahah! That is sooo gross!" Hermione commented.
"Quiet skirt-ripper,"
"You be quiet ferret-boy,"
"Isn't it your turn to ask a question now, skirt-ripper?"
"Humph. Don't call me that?"
"Why not, skirt-ripper? Draco said smirking.
"At least Pansy Parkinson didn't try to please me!"
"It was a misunderstanding!"
"Sure ferret,"
"You asked for it, Granger," Draco growled out before tickling her.
"No! Hahah! Not again!" Hermione howled she said as she rolled off of him, nearer towards to fire.
"Careful Granger, you're getting too close to the fire," he said maliciously as he tickled her ribcage.
"Hahah! Please! Draco! Stop! Hahahah!" Hermione said as she began rolling back towards Malfoy. She kept rolling until she rolled completely over his arm and was lying on top of him.
"Don't! Hahahah! Don't make me hurt you! Hahah!" she said, while trying to hold his arms off.
"I thought we went over this. You're in no position to threaten me," Hermione, determined not to give up this time, brought her knee to Draco's side. She arched her back away from him as she brought her left leg on Draco's other side. Draco was soon straddled beneath the muggle-born witch.
"My, my Granger. This is, what, the second time tonight you've straddled me? If I didn't know better, I'd say you liked me,"
"Cram it Ferret!" Hermione laughed as she started to raise a knee up. Draco realizing what she could do with that knee when he was in such a vulnerable position, shot out his right hand, and grabbed the back of her left thigh, holding her down. Hermione froze at the movement. Her face couldn't register the shock she felt as Draco's warm hand had settled on the middle of her left thigh.
"What're you doing Ferret?" Hermione glared down at him, catching her breath. Draco's other hand reached behind his head to act like a pillow.
"Just making sure you don't do something you and I will both regret,"
"And just why would I regret kneeing you in the balls?" Hermione aid, internally surprised she had just said 'balls'.
'Remind me to never say that again,' she said in her head.
'You got it,' the voice answered.
"Because then I'll be really angry, and trust me, you don't want to mess with an angry Slytherin. And you especially don't want to mess with that Slytherin if he is a Malfoy," Draco said, staring up at the flushed girl above him.
"Humph," huffed Hermione as she got off her knees and sat down on his upper thighs. Draco bit his lip to fight back a groan. She was too close to somewhere she shouldn't be.
"So...Have you ever been in love?" Hermione asked, the blush starting to die from her cheeks.
"I think so...You?" Hermione eyed him, but decided not to push the question.
"Same. It's kind of hard to tell. Half of me thinks I am in love, the other half says I'm not,"
"So which side are you going to listen to?" Draco asked, idly blowing his bangs out of his face.
"I don't know yet. I guess I'm waiting for him to make the first move," Hermione blushed.
'You do realize he might suspect you like him,' the voice in her head said calmly to her.
'Yeah I know. But first of all, do I like him?' Hermione thought, while she stared down into the silver-blue orbs of Draco's eyes.
'I think you do. We both know you're thinking of how cute he is. And face it; you've grown a lot closer to him tonight. He confided in you what no one else knows about him,'
'So? He might have just needed to let it out, and I was the first person to ask!'
'Sure. Then why has he been so flirtatious. Have you even noticed his hand hasn't let your thigh?!' the voice questioned loudly. The inner-voice was right; his hand was still there...
"So...What are you afraid of?" Draco asked, breaking Hermione's internal war.
"Oh. I'm afraid of getting hurt, or seeing anyone else get hurt. But I think I'm most afraid of failing at life. Being alone, not doing what I want to do, not being accepted," Hermione said, seemingly suddenly fascinated with the ground beside her. Draco kept looking in her eyes. She
was being truthful.
'So this is the real Hermione Granger. No book smarts, friends, or snappy comebacks. This is her being vulnerable and innocent. She's so beau-'
'STOP! You were about to say the mudblood was beautiful!'
'So, she is. Besides, I feel we've grown a lot closer tonight. She's been respectful and has listened to me whine. Plus I can't help it...'
'Bah. You really are a ferret. But she is kind of cute,'
'Told you,'
'Shut up, you,'
'Hah, you just told yourself to shut up!'
'...You'll pay for that later,'
"What about you? What is your greatest fear?" Hermione said.
"Well, I'm terrified of spiders and just insects. They're so disgusting! Also...I'm scared that I won't be good enough in my parents' eyes. Sure, I hate my father, but that doesn't mean I don't have family pride. I'm scared of what the outcomes of my decision will bring..." Draco said, staring back into the fire, purposely ignoring Hermione's inquisitive gaze.
"What decision?"
"Hah. You're probably not going to believe this...Against my father's wishes, I'm not going to be a Death Eater," he said, smirking at the blaze. He twitched his thumb back and forth on Hermione's thigh. But his touch failed to catch her attention.
"You? You're not becoming a Death Eater? But...not that I'm unhappy, I mean that's great! But why aren't you becoming one?"
"I told you earlier tonight. I'm my own man, I do what I want. I'm not as intolerant as my father is. Why else do you think I've refrained from calling you, um, that name you hate? No one's perfect. It doesn't matter about the person's blood status. All that matters is what is in their heart and the decisions they make,"
Hermione gaped at him. Draco Malfoy...just made a short beautiful speech about intolerance. It was informative and answered Hermione's question, while at the same time...being slightly romantic.
"Draco Malfoy – waxing poetic," Hermione laughed.
"Eh, what can I say?" Draco shrugged.
An odd silence followed as the two occasionally met each others gaze.
'Think, Draco, think! Silent pauses = bad!' his mind yelled.
"So...you said you're 16, and you've never had a first kiss?"
"Yeah. I've just been waiting for the right guy, and for the perfect moment," Hermione said, looking away towards the window. The rain had lightened up a bit, but was still coming down in sheets.
"Hermione..." Draco said quietly, putting his right hand on her cheek. Hermione snapped back towards him, and looked at him funny. He propped himself up on his left hand, and pulled her face close to his.
"Tell me if you don't want to," Draco whispered. His breath was hot on her face.
"I want to..." Hermione whispered, closing her eyes as he leaned forward, pressing his lips lightly against hers.
Hermione's world was on fire. Her lips against his warm, soft, pink ones felt fantastic! He cradled her cheek in the palm of her hand, while Hermione's own hands wander. One hand came to rest on his chest, the other to the back of his neck, pushing him a little harder into the kiss.
Draco meanwhile was in pure bliss. Her lips felt so good against his; calm, warm, and patient. Her kiss was much unlike Pansy Parkinson's, which was too hot, too fast, and too forceful. Hermione's was perfect.
After around ten seconds, their lips parted ways. Hermione panted softly and looked into his eyes. Draco did the same thing, but cracked a smirk.
"How was that?"
"Perfect," Hermione said, eyelashes fluttering. Draco smirked again.
"I know, I'm good," Draco bragged, leaning back and putting both hands behind his head.
"Hah! Very funny!" Hermione said, smacking him lightly on the chest.
'Ooh, nice abs Drakie!' Hermione thought as her finger twitched across the cottony material of his school shirt.
'...You just called him Drakie...'
'Shut up!'
'...Just don't let it happen again. It sounds wrong,'
'Deal,' Hermione thought.
"So what's it like to live in the muggle world?" Draco said, watching the rain roll off the pointed roof and falling like waterfalls on the walls outside.
"Boring," Hermione said, removing herself from Draco and laying down next to him.
"How so?"
"Well, for one, everything is hard because everything must be done by hand. Muggles can't just zap food onto their plates. That's why there is much hunger in the world," Hermione said sadly.
"Surely it isn't all bad,"
"You're right. When you're a muggle, everything in nature seems so pure and beautiful. Not that I really mind, but magical creatures are so much different. Don't get me wrong, there are some very dangerous animals in the muggle world, but magical creatures are a different kind of
dangerous," Hermione said, joining him at staring at the ceiling.
"Oh, I see,"
"You should really get out more often. Like spend the summer with someone in the muggle world,"
"With you?"
"Well I don't know about that one. Parents might not approve of a boy spending the summer there...but I truly think you'd like it. It might seem a little primitive, but then again, it's always good to take a break!"
"I suppose you're right,"
Hermione nodded, and idly fingered her necklace. Ooh, speaking of the necklace...
'I wonder what time it is...' Hermione said, craning her neck to read the face of it.
"Wow, we've only been in here three hours," Hermione commented.
"Really? And just how long do these storms last again?"
"Anywhere from 4-11 hours,"
Draco groaned loudly. He didn't mind spending that much time with Hermione, but pretty soon, they'd run out of food, not to mention what'll happen when 'nature calls.' That would be a disaster.
'Did he just groan? Maybe he doesn't want to spend all this time with me. Maybe I'm just bothering him,' thought Hermione as she looked at his lithe form sadly.
Feeling a certain girl's gaze on him, Draco turned and saw Hermione looking at his pant-leg sadly.
'What's up with her? She was happy a minute ago,'
"You alright?" Draco asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"Fine," she said curtly.
'Women!' Draco thought in exasperation, turning his attention back towards the sky.
Hermione felt restless after he returned his gaze back to the roof. She got up and grabbed what had once been a wrung from a stool and bent down, hugging her knees to her chest. She wasn't worried about Draco seeing anything, because a) he wasn't looking, and b) her shins were covering everything. In deep concentration she jabbed the fire, stirring up the embers. With a hard jab she forced the wrung into the center of the fire, between some logs.
Draco was watching out of the corner of his eye.
'OK, really, what is with her? She looks like she's ready to kill someone!'
'Try talking to her,'
'I did! She said she was fine!'
'And you believed her. She's obviously not fine,'
'Fine! I'll try again,' Draco thought, pushing himself up to a sitting position.
"Hey, Hermione, you sure you're alright?"
'You just called her Hermione,'
'So, it's her name isn't it?'
'Me thinks you're beginning the like her,'
'Me thinks you should shut up!' Draco yelled in his head. That annoying voice just wouldn't keep his mouth shut.
Hermione looked up from the fire.
"I told you, I'm fine! What about you? Getting restless at the fact that you might have to spend possibly 8 more hours stuck in here with me?!" Hermione said angrily, rising as she did so.
"What gave you that idea?"
"You groaned out loud when I told you we might be stuck in here for another 8 hours; that these storms can go on for 11 hours at a time. Or did you already forget, Ferret?" Hermione demanded.
Draco rose to stand a full 6 inches taller than the girl, a grim expression on his face. He took a few steps forward, and looked Hermione in the eye. Her eyes flashed with retaliatory intentions. He gripped her arms and looked from eye to eye.
"Listen and listen good. I did not groan because I didn't want to be stuck in here with you. I groaned because...well...things might get a little embarrassing 8 hours from now,"
"What do you mean, embarrassing?" Hermione eyed him quizzically.
"Surprised you haven't thought of it yet. What happens when one of us has to go to the bathroom?" Draco said.
Hermione went stiff in his arms.
'Oh God he's right! That could be bad. VERY bad,' she thought, a light pink blush creeping over her face.
'See? You're just looking for a reason to dislike him. And you got mad when you couldn't find a good enough one,"
"Hermione...it's not that I don't want to spend time with you. I only groaned because this could get very embarrassing, and I'd like to spare us both. OK?"
"..Alright..." Hermione mumbled dumbly, staring at a button on his shirt.
"Good," he said, pulling her forward into a warm embrace. His arms wrapped themselves around her waist, and she brought hers up to lay them on his back. They stayed this way for about a minute, breathing in synchronization, before separating.
"So, what do you want to talk about next?" Draco grinned. Hermione just rolled her eyes and laughed.
Hope you enjoyed it! And remember, I'm leaving bright and early Thursday morning, so don't expect any fanfic additions for the next 17 days. I'll try to get access to a computer in Maui, but I don't know if I'll be successful. But I'll try my hardest to wrap things up before I go. So yeah, once again, sorry to anyone i confused with the ages! So yeah, until next time!
PS-To those who thinks its mean that i've been leaving on cliffies, well, it would be meaner if i didn't continue the fic at all? lol of course i wouldn't do that, but come on, be nice! Tee hee, lots of love to ALL reviewers! Have a nice summer!
Chapter 7
"Alright. Do you believe in love at first sight?"
"Maybe..."
"Maybe? How can you maybe believe in love at first sight?" Hermione asked.
"I'm still debating whether or not I believe in it," Draco said calmly.
"What about you? Do you believe in love at first sight?" Draco said, turning the question back at Hermione.
"Umm. Yes, yes I do believe in love at first sight," Hermione said.
"My turn to ask?"
"Yup,"
"Ok. What's the most embarrassing thing you've ever done or that's happened to you?"
"Oh...um...Well, Ron, Harry and I were walking back from Hagrid's, and we chose to walk down by the lake. The boys noticed a tree had been felled and was jutting out onto the water, kind of like a pier. So they raced down on to the edge to see what they could see in the water. Not wanting to be left out I slowly followed them along the trunk of the tree. I've never been one
for balance, so when I was halfway out, I tripped on a tree branch and fell in the water. It wouldn't have been so bad if I hadn't ripped part of my skirt. When Ron and Harry pulled me out of the freezing lake, I was cold, wet, and my skirt was falling off," Hermione said, blushing at the memory.
"Haha, that's bad, but not as bad as what happened to me. One day in our second year, I had forgotten to button up my fly. Meanwhile Pansy Parkinson claimed she had lost an expensive earring and was crawling around under our desk. Professor Flitwick demanded what Pansy was doing, and her head peered out from under the desk, right near my chair. It was then the professor noted that my fly was wide open. Flitwick had thought Pansy was trying to please me!"
"Hahah! That is sooo gross!" Hermione commented.
"Quiet skirt-ripper,"
"You be quiet ferret-boy,"
"Isn't it your turn to ask a question now, skirt-ripper?"
"Humph. Don't call me that?"
"Why not, skirt-ripper? Draco said smirking.
"At least Pansy Parkinson didn't try to please me!"
"It was a misunderstanding!"
"Sure ferret,"
"You asked for it, Granger," Draco growled out before tickling her.
"No! Hahah! Not again!" Hermione howled she said as she rolled off of him, nearer towards to fire.
"Careful Granger, you're getting too close to the fire," he said maliciously as he tickled her ribcage.
"Hahah! Please! Draco! Stop! Hahahah!" Hermione said as she began rolling back towards Malfoy. She kept rolling until she rolled completely over his arm and was lying on top of him.
"Don't! Hahahah! Don't make me hurt you! Hahah!" she said, while trying to hold his arms off.
"I thought we went over this. You're in no position to threaten me," Hermione, determined not to give up this time, brought her knee to Draco's side. She arched her back away from him as she brought her left leg on Draco's other side. Draco was soon straddled beneath the muggle-born witch.
"My, my Granger. This is, what, the second time tonight you've straddled me? If I didn't know better, I'd say you liked me,"
"Cram it Ferret!" Hermione laughed as she started to raise a knee up. Draco realizing what she could do with that knee when he was in such a vulnerable position, shot out his right hand, and grabbed the back of her left thigh, holding her down. Hermione froze at the movement. Her face couldn't register the shock she felt as Draco's warm hand had settled on the middle of her left thigh.
"What're you doing Ferret?" Hermione glared down at him, catching her breath. Draco's other hand reached behind his head to act like a pillow.
"Just making sure you don't do something you and I will both regret,"
"And just why would I regret kneeing you in the balls?" Hermione aid, internally surprised she had just said 'balls'.
'Remind me to never say that again,' she said in her head.
'You got it,' the voice answered.
"Because then I'll be really angry, and trust me, you don't want to mess with an angry Slytherin. And you especially don't want to mess with that Slytherin if he is a Malfoy," Draco said, staring up at the flushed girl above him.
"Humph," huffed Hermione as she got off her knees and sat down on his upper thighs. Draco bit his lip to fight back a groan. She was too close to somewhere she shouldn't be.
"So...Have you ever been in love?" Hermione asked, the blush starting to die from her cheeks.
"I think so...You?" Hermione eyed him, but decided not to push the question.
"Same. It's kind of hard to tell. Half of me thinks I am in love, the other half says I'm not,"
"So which side are you going to listen to?" Draco asked, idly blowing his bangs out of his face.
"I don't know yet. I guess I'm waiting for him to make the first move," Hermione blushed.
'You do realize he might suspect you like him,' the voice in her head said calmly to her.
'Yeah I know. But first of all, do I like him?' Hermione thought, while she stared down into the silver-blue orbs of Draco's eyes.
'I think you do. We both know you're thinking of how cute he is. And face it; you've grown a lot closer to him tonight. He confided in you what no one else knows about him,'
'So? He might have just needed to let it out, and I was the first person to ask!'
'Sure. Then why has he been so flirtatious. Have you even noticed his hand hasn't let your thigh?!' the voice questioned loudly. The inner-voice was right; his hand was still there...
"So...What are you afraid of?" Draco asked, breaking Hermione's internal war.
"Oh. I'm afraid of getting hurt, or seeing anyone else get hurt. But I think I'm most afraid of failing at life. Being alone, not doing what I want to do, not being accepted," Hermione said, seemingly suddenly fascinated with the ground beside her. Draco kept looking in her eyes. She
was being truthful.
'So this is the real Hermione Granger. No book smarts, friends, or snappy comebacks. This is her being vulnerable and innocent. She's so beau-'
'STOP! You were about to say the mudblood was beautiful!'
'So, she is. Besides, I feel we've grown a lot closer tonight. She's been respectful and has listened to me whine. Plus I can't help it...'
'Bah. You really are a ferret. But she is kind of cute,'
'Told you,'
'Shut up, you,'
'Hah, you just told yourself to shut up!'
'...You'll pay for that later,'
"What about you? What is your greatest fear?" Hermione said.
"Well, I'm terrified of spiders and just insects. They're so disgusting! Also...I'm scared that I won't be good enough in my parents' eyes. Sure, I hate my father, but that doesn't mean I don't have family pride. I'm scared of what the outcomes of my decision will bring..." Draco said, staring back into the fire, purposely ignoring Hermione's inquisitive gaze.
"What decision?"
"Hah. You're probably not going to believe this...Against my father's wishes, I'm not going to be a Death Eater," he said, smirking at the blaze. He twitched his thumb back and forth on Hermione's thigh. But his touch failed to catch her attention.
"You? You're not becoming a Death Eater? But...not that I'm unhappy, I mean that's great! But why aren't you becoming one?"
"I told you earlier tonight. I'm my own man, I do what I want. I'm not as intolerant as my father is. Why else do you think I've refrained from calling you, um, that name you hate? No one's perfect. It doesn't matter about the person's blood status. All that matters is what is in their heart and the decisions they make,"
Hermione gaped at him. Draco Malfoy...just made a short beautiful speech about intolerance. It was informative and answered Hermione's question, while at the same time...being slightly romantic.
"Draco Malfoy – waxing poetic," Hermione laughed.
"Eh, what can I say?" Draco shrugged.
An odd silence followed as the two occasionally met each others gaze.
'Think, Draco, think! Silent pauses = bad!' his mind yelled.
"So...you said you're 16, and you've never had a first kiss?"
"Yeah. I've just been waiting for the right guy, and for the perfect moment," Hermione said, looking away towards the window. The rain had lightened up a bit, but was still coming down in sheets.
"Hermione..." Draco said quietly, putting his right hand on her cheek. Hermione snapped back towards him, and looked at him funny. He propped himself up on his left hand, and pulled her face close to his.
"Tell me if you don't want to," Draco whispered. His breath was hot on her face.
"I want to..." Hermione whispered, closing her eyes as he leaned forward, pressing his lips lightly against hers.
Hermione's world was on fire. Her lips against his warm, soft, pink ones felt fantastic! He cradled her cheek in the palm of her hand, while Hermione's own hands wander. One hand came to rest on his chest, the other to the back of his neck, pushing him a little harder into the kiss.
Draco meanwhile was in pure bliss. Her lips felt so good against his; calm, warm, and patient. Her kiss was much unlike Pansy Parkinson's, which was too hot, too fast, and too forceful. Hermione's was perfect.
After around ten seconds, their lips parted ways. Hermione panted softly and looked into his eyes. Draco did the same thing, but cracked a smirk.
"How was that?"
"Perfect," Hermione said, eyelashes fluttering. Draco smirked again.
"I know, I'm good," Draco bragged, leaning back and putting both hands behind his head.
"Hah! Very funny!" Hermione said, smacking him lightly on the chest.
'Ooh, nice abs Drakie!' Hermione thought as her finger twitched across the cottony material of his school shirt.
'...You just called him Drakie...'
'Shut up!'
'...Just don't let it happen again. It sounds wrong,'
'Deal,' Hermione thought.
"So what's it like to live in the muggle world?" Draco said, watching the rain roll off the pointed roof and falling like waterfalls on the walls outside.
"Boring," Hermione said, removing herself from Draco and laying down next to him.
"How so?"
"Well, for one, everything is hard because everything must be done by hand. Muggles can't just zap food onto their plates. That's why there is much hunger in the world," Hermione said sadly.
"Surely it isn't all bad,"
"You're right. When you're a muggle, everything in nature seems so pure and beautiful. Not that I really mind, but magical creatures are so much different. Don't get me wrong, there are some very dangerous animals in the muggle world, but magical creatures are a different kind of
dangerous," Hermione said, joining him at staring at the ceiling.
"Oh, I see,"
"You should really get out more often. Like spend the summer with someone in the muggle world,"
"With you?"
"Well I don't know about that one. Parents might not approve of a boy spending the summer there...but I truly think you'd like it. It might seem a little primitive, but then again, it's always good to take a break!"
"I suppose you're right,"
Hermione nodded, and idly fingered her necklace. Ooh, speaking of the necklace...
'I wonder what time it is...' Hermione said, craning her neck to read the face of it.
"Wow, we've only been in here three hours," Hermione commented.
"Really? And just how long do these storms last again?"
"Anywhere from 4-11 hours,"
Draco groaned loudly. He didn't mind spending that much time with Hermione, but pretty soon, they'd run out of food, not to mention what'll happen when 'nature calls.' That would be a disaster.
'Did he just groan? Maybe he doesn't want to spend all this time with me. Maybe I'm just bothering him,' thought Hermione as she looked at his lithe form sadly.
Feeling a certain girl's gaze on him, Draco turned and saw Hermione looking at his pant-leg sadly.
'What's up with her? She was happy a minute ago,'
"You alright?" Draco asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"Fine," she said curtly.
'Women!' Draco thought in exasperation, turning his attention back towards the sky.
Hermione felt restless after he returned his gaze back to the roof. She got up and grabbed what had once been a wrung from a stool and bent down, hugging her knees to her chest. She wasn't worried about Draco seeing anything, because a) he wasn't looking, and b) her shins were covering everything. In deep concentration she jabbed the fire, stirring up the embers. With a hard jab she forced the wrung into the center of the fire, between some logs.
Draco was watching out of the corner of his eye.
'OK, really, what is with her? She looks like she's ready to kill someone!'
'Try talking to her,'
'I did! She said she was fine!'
'And you believed her. She's obviously not fine,'
'Fine! I'll try again,' Draco thought, pushing himself up to a sitting position.
"Hey, Hermione, you sure you're alright?"
'You just called her Hermione,'
'So, it's her name isn't it?'
'Me thinks you're beginning the like her,'
'Me thinks you should shut up!' Draco yelled in his head. That annoying voice just wouldn't keep his mouth shut.
Hermione looked up from the fire.
"I told you, I'm fine! What about you? Getting restless at the fact that you might have to spend possibly 8 more hours stuck in here with me?!" Hermione said angrily, rising as she did so.
"What gave you that idea?"
"You groaned out loud when I told you we might be stuck in here for another 8 hours; that these storms can go on for 11 hours at a time. Or did you already forget, Ferret?" Hermione demanded.
Draco rose to stand a full 6 inches taller than the girl, a grim expression on his face. He took a few steps forward, and looked Hermione in the eye. Her eyes flashed with retaliatory intentions. He gripped her arms and looked from eye to eye.
"Listen and listen good. I did not groan because I didn't want to be stuck in here with you. I groaned because...well...things might get a little embarrassing 8 hours from now,"
"What do you mean, embarrassing?" Hermione eyed him quizzically.
"Surprised you haven't thought of it yet. What happens when one of us has to go to the bathroom?" Draco said.
Hermione went stiff in his arms.
'Oh God he's right! That could be bad. VERY bad,' she thought, a light pink blush creeping over her face.
'See? You're just looking for a reason to dislike him. And you got mad when you couldn't find a good enough one,"
"Hermione...it's not that I don't want to spend time with you. I only groaned because this could get very embarrassing, and I'd like to spare us both. OK?"
"..Alright..." Hermione mumbled dumbly, staring at a button on his shirt.
"Good," he said, pulling her forward into a warm embrace. His arms wrapped themselves around her waist, and she brought hers up to lay them on his back. They stayed this way for about a minute, breathing in synchronization, before separating.
"So, what do you want to talk about next?" Draco grinned. Hermione just rolled her eyes and laughed.
Hope you enjoyed it! And remember, I'm leaving bright and early Thursday morning, so don't expect any fanfic additions for the next 17 days. I'll try to get access to a computer in Maui, but I don't know if I'll be successful. But I'll try my hardest to wrap things up before I go. So yeah, once again, sorry to anyone i confused with the ages! So yeah, until next time!
PS-To those who thinks its mean that i've been leaving on cliffies, well, it would be meaner if i didn't continue the fic at all? lol of course i wouldn't do that, but come on, be nice! Tee hee, lots of love to ALL reviewers! Have a nice summer!