Okay, before I begin chapter 3, I would like to clear a few things up.
Firstly, this is NOT going to be an NC-17, I never had any intentions for
the story to even go over PG-13. Secondly, Dumbledore did NOT want them to
share a room so they could do it! He only did it so they would have to
spend more time together, not to get raunchy, lol. Ummm… what else do I
have to say… oh yeah! I know this is totally not realistic, and I never
planned it to be realistic, I just wanted to have fun with it, make it a
little creative, and see how things would turn out! Also, I'm sorry for the
typos in the last chapters, the Yule Ball is not until Christmas Eve,
December 24th, so it is going to be two weeks after the sorting in the
first chapter. Oh and a BIG thanks to all my reviewers!! I NEVER thought
people would actually review my story and like it! Yeah, yeah, you're
probably like, SHUT UP AND HURRY WITH THE STORY!!! So here' goes…
Main Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy
Year at Hogwarts: 6th, date is December 12
Ages: Hermione: 16, Draco: 16
Spoilers: None really, at least not until later chapters
Genre: Romance later on, just bitterness and tension for now! (
Rating: PG so far, but a slight PG-13 for swearing
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Harry Potter! JK Rowling owns it all! Sadly, I only have this plot! (
Chapter three: Corn-Pop, Little Mermaids, Almond Oil, Pillows, and Soap- Operas
Draco awoke the next morning with a big headache, probably because the sun was glaring in his eyes through the bay window, but another reason for this would most likely be because Diosa, his beloved kitten, was sleeping comfortably on his head. He looked over at the bedside clock, it read 1:30. "So it isn't morning" Draco thought. It was actually afternoon, after all. Gently, he picked the kitten up and placed her on one of the numerous pillows. Crossing the carpet flooring, he gingerly picked up one of his morning robes, threw a shirt on, and headed downstairs, in search of his roommate. "She damn well better know how to cook." he thought. "I'm starving."
So, after searching the living room, he thought he might as well get a better look at the other rooms. He headed towards one of the doors in the back of the room, the one on the left.
When he opened the door, he was once again greeted with a flight of stairs. He climbed down them, and stopped when he heard voices. "Is someone else here?" he thought. He kept climbing, the flight of stairs seemed endless, and it reminded him keenly of the Slytherin dungeons. When he was finally at the bottom of the stairs, he saw a door in front of him that was labeled "Basement: Rec. Room" "Rec. Room?" he puzzled. He scratched his head in confusion, and opened the door. There was Hermione, her back facing him, lounging comfortably on a huge purple leather sofa. The sofa must have been at least 20 feet long, spanning almost the entire width of the basement itself. Behind the sofa was a nice, cherry wood pool table. In front of her was a HUGE projection screen, probably at least with the dimensions of 18 by 15, a very awkward size.
Draco approached her and noticed that she had a very large (everything is king-sized in this house, lol) bowl of… "What do they call that?" he thought. "Oh yeah, corn-pop." He also noticed that she was watching a program of some sort on the projection thingy, and realized that that was where the voices had been coming from. Forgetting he had never had this, "corn-pop" before, and because he was so hungry, he took a few pieces from her bowl and ate. "Quite good for a muggle invention" he thought.
"Finally up, sleepy head? It's almost two." Hermione said to him. "What are you…err… watching?" he asked, his voice full of curiosity. She looked up at him, mouth stuffed with a handful of "corn-pop" and replied, "'Daah Widwil Mirmane'." This had not come out right at all. "Excuse me?" Draco asked. She finally swallowed, and replied much more clearly this time, "I said I am watching 'The Little Mermaid.' It's a Disney animated classic, you know what animation is, right?" He looked at her with wide eyes and shook his head. Hermione thought that he reminded her of a small child when he looked at her that way, he looked much more intriguing. It amused her. "Animation is a type of…well… production that is formed by moving drawings and putting them on film and coloring them…sort of." He still didn't know what she was talking about, but it really didn't matter to him. She clearly wasn't going to get anywhere with him on that, so he gave up asking and crossed the room to the left.
This was a very foolish mistake indeed, for Master Draco had not watched his footing, and tripped on one of the dials for the whirlpool, causing him to fall into the Jacuzzi, which was, fortunately for Draco, at the time filled with water.
Hermione heard a very girlish scream come from the other side of the room, and turned her head just in time to see Draco trip and fall into the Jacuzzi; it was a very priceless thing to see indeed. Hermione felt a bit guilty for not telling him about this earlier, but couldn't help reducing into a ball of giggles when she saw his reaction.
Draco rose out of the water, extremely peeved. "Who does she think she is to laugh at me like that?" he thought. "I'll show her!" Dripping wet, he ran after her on the couch and started shaking the water off like a dog just out from a bath. He succeeded in getting her a little wet, she was still laughing though. He decided then on taking his shirt and robe off and ringing it dry right on her head, leaving him with only his black silk boxers still on, which were clinging to him uncomfortably, but this time, she was no longer laughing.
"MALFOY! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK you ARE DOING!?" she screamed and lunged at him. He tried to run away from her, but found it increasingly difficult when she was such agile runner. He stopped to catch his breath, which gave her a perfect chance to push him into the large hole in the floor which was the Jacuzzi. She pushed him, but what she didn't expect, was that he pulled her down with him. "Oh thank you very much Malfoy." she said sarcastically. "Now we are both soaked." She crossed her arms and pouted.
"Well you could have bloody told me about this lake in the floor! You obviously knew about it! And besides, why do I have to be the only one soaked when you pushed me in?!" he huffed. She didn't reply, just looked at him with pure contempt and loathing. Neither of them moved nor spoke a word.
After about five minutes of ignoring each other and floating idly, both decided to get out and dry off. After sitting in chemically-ridden water, Hermione needed a shower, so she headed upstairs to their living room.
Once inside, she tried the door on her left, and found her self facing yet again another flight of stairs. She climbed up them slowly, and smiled happily when she found a door labeled "Bathroom: Tub and Shower". She opened the door and smiled fondly at the sight she saw, the bathroom was almost exactly like the Prefects Bathroom, down to the same type of pool-like bathtub, but this one also had a shower too, which was adjacent to another door. "Sigh, there are so many doors in this house!" she thought. She approached the door and smirked, it read "Bedroom." Slowly and surely, she made her way into the shower, ready to wash her hair with her favorite shampoo and conditioner flavors: Honey and Almond Oil.
Draco made his way upstairs to the bedroom, looking for a pair of clean pajamas and some plushy towels to dry off. He figured since he wasn't going anywhere, he may as well enjoy himself with some nice silk PJ's. After being dressed and dried off, he found his way under his covers, and his kitten was still sleeping at his side. He was starting to get very tired, even if it was still morning… or afternoon. He was about to fall asleep when a very intoxicating smell came wafting towards him, and woke him with a start. The mixture of almonds and honey was almost overpowering, and he had to find out where it was coming from. It was then that he realized the water was running, and Hermione was taking a shower. "So that's where the smell is coming from…" he thought. "Granger's shampoo and conditioner" After he got used to the smell for a while, it started to relax him, and he quickly fell asleep, Diosa resting on his head.
Hermione emerged out of the shower, and lazily wrapped a towel around herself. She was feeling suddenly refreshed, after being in her own little world, with her favorite fragrances for a while. She decided to go back into her room to get changed. When she opened the door she rolled her eyes, for Draco was, once again, sleeping. She crossed the room in a few easy strides to her closet, which was filled with clothes, and decided that she wanted to go back to her muggle style for a while, and contemplated on what to wear. Looking through shelves and rows of different clothing, she finally decided on a lavender- turtle neck- cut-off sleeved- sweater thing (you know what I mean), and a white skirt. She decided to lounge around for a while and watch TV, which was quite a convenient choice, considering there was one in the bedroom. So, she took the remote and gently, as not to wake him up, moved Draco to the side of the bed so she could lie down on her stomach and watch some quality television.
After hours of endless flipping, game shows, talk shows, and mindless soap operas, she finally decided on waking Draco up and forcing him to play a game with her, she was getting incredibly bored. She checked her watch, it was already almost 7pm. "Gosh the time seemed to just fly by today" she said. It was true that the day did go by fast, but she was still bored, so she shook him and tried to get him to wake.
It hadn't worked. He just rolled over and mumbled incoherently.
Annoyed, she tried again, and he finally awoke from his peaceful slumber. He looked at her irritatingly, and said "What do you want now? I was trying to sleep…" He rubbed his eyes and yawned, waiting for her reply. "Play a game with me or something! I'm SOO bored!!!" she whined. Draco had a brief flashback when he was a little kid and used to beg Lucius to go outside and do something with him, but Lucius would just gruff loudly and ignore him. Hermione had just the same anxiousness in her eyes that Draco used to have in his. He thought of a response for a minute, and replied, "Fine, we'll talk, but there is no way I am playing any games."
Hermione was satisfied with his response, she knew he wouldn't play a game with her. What was there to talk about? "You pick the subject" she said. "Fine" he replied. "Let's talk about… Me." She rolled her eyes at him, and he smirked like always, except this time, more so with amusement and playfulness. "Okay Malfoy, what about you?"
He had to think about this one, there were just so many things he loved about himself. Why it would just take him hours talking about his great looks, and his slyness, and how ALL of the ladies loved him, he thought about it. "Well… what do you think about me?" he asked.
She smiled, obviously enjoying this. She said, quite nonchalantly, "I think very low of you; it's not surprising, really. How can I think anything positive about a person who has done nothing but insult me and my friends my whole life? I mean REALLY Malfoy, what should I be thinking about you? I know you believe you are just God's gift to women, and that you have it all, but have you ever considered your attitude? I mean, do you really think people want to be friends with a future Death Eater?" She studied him thoroughly after this speech, and she had to grin, it had actually offended him. He was beat red… and he looked very angry and hurt.
"You know something, Granger? Every insult I ever threw at your little friends, they deserved! You think I was never insulted or hurt by them? I may look and act it, but I'm not made of steel, Granger. Yes, I am proud of my looks, and my wealth, but I am not proud of my idiot father, who acts like he is everything, when he is just another pathetic Death Eater, living his life serving someone who's too weak to fight for himself. So, little princess, don't you EVER, ever call me a Death Eater again, or you will be very sorry, and I mean it." Hermione knew very well that he meant what he said, and she was quite careful to not cross that line again.
"Look Malfoy, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything I've done to you this weekend, and I'm sorry you have to live with me, I know I am a bitch to put up with. But now that we are here, we are stuck, and can't do anything to change it. I love arguing with you, believe me, I do. But we are somehow going to have to get along, or else we'll end up destroying each other." Draco looked at her thoughtfully and nodded. He knew he would have to put up with her some way or another, but he had no intention of being her friend.
Hermione checked her watch again, 8'clock, she still had a few hours before bedtime. She went over to her closet and picked out some pink pajamas with Care Bears on them, and went to her window to change. She looked over at Draco, who was playing with his cat, introducing it to the pillow; no doubt her was tired of it sleeping on his head. As she was watching him, she noticed something so differently about him; she noticed how innocent he looked when he wasn't arguing, upset, or fighting with anyone. He looked so happy, so much different from the Draco she thought she knew. She looked down at the floor, it was littered with pillows. Suddenly, she had an idea.
When he wasn't looking, Hermione took one of the pillows, and raised it right above his head. Grinning mischievously, she took it and smacked him right in the face with it. He looked at her threateningly, and hopped off the bed, armed with a fluffy pillow. He stared for a minute at her and the pillow, and followed suit, hitting her with it. They both jumped on the bed, and a monstrous pillow fight started. Soon, the room was torn apart in pieces, and literally EVERYTHING was covered in feathers from the down pillows. Both still standing on the bed, Hermione delivered the final blow to Draco's pillow, which burst open and surrounded them in a feathery paradise. Having surrendered, Draco laid down and tried to sleep. Hermione, on the other hand, was a different story. She was jumping up and down on the bed, and dancing around him, causing feathers to go everywhere. Draco begged her to calm down, but Hermione would do no such thing. "I AM THE ALMIGHTY PILLOW QUEEN!!!" she exclaimed happily. He looked at her in amusement, which kept her going. "I AM ZULU, QUEEN OF THE DWARF PEOPLE, AND I REIGN OF FLYING BLUE MONKEYS!! HEHEEHEHHWHEEEEEEE", she clearly was not going to slow down. He looked at her, and said "Shut up!! You're scaring my poor kitty!" This was true, Diosa was cowering in his hands. Hermione then decided to run around the room to wear off her energy, and it worked pretty quickly. Not long after, she was laying down as well, and she was also sneezing, for she was allergic to feathers.
Draco could still smell Hermione's shampoo, and he couldn't help it, he had to ask………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….."Granger?" …………………………."Yeah Malfoy?"
……………………………………………………………………………………."Where do you get your shampoo?" ……………………………………………………………………………………………………. "My mum always sends it to me via owl… it's a family recipe thing, my grandmother makes it… why?" ………………………………………………………………………….."I don't know, I was thinking of sending some to mum"…………………………………………."Oh."…………………………………………………………………………………….."Meow"
And finally, they fell asleep, lost in the flurries of feathers, kittens, and almond oil…
[A/N Wahoo! My longest chapter yet! Yay! I really hope this one is better then the other two, I wasn't too happy about the others… Anyway, sorry if I have punctuation mistakes, I don't have a beta-reader! Please review! I love you all!!]
Main Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy
Year at Hogwarts: 6th, date is December 12
Ages: Hermione: 16, Draco: 16
Spoilers: None really, at least not until later chapters
Genre: Romance later on, just bitterness and tension for now! (
Rating: PG so far, but a slight PG-13 for swearing
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Harry Potter! JK Rowling owns it all! Sadly, I only have this plot! (
Chapter three: Corn-Pop, Little Mermaids, Almond Oil, Pillows, and Soap- Operas
Draco awoke the next morning with a big headache, probably because the sun was glaring in his eyes through the bay window, but another reason for this would most likely be because Diosa, his beloved kitten, was sleeping comfortably on his head. He looked over at the bedside clock, it read 1:30. "So it isn't morning" Draco thought. It was actually afternoon, after all. Gently, he picked the kitten up and placed her on one of the numerous pillows. Crossing the carpet flooring, he gingerly picked up one of his morning robes, threw a shirt on, and headed downstairs, in search of his roommate. "She damn well better know how to cook." he thought. "I'm starving."
So, after searching the living room, he thought he might as well get a better look at the other rooms. He headed towards one of the doors in the back of the room, the one on the left.
When he opened the door, he was once again greeted with a flight of stairs. He climbed down them, and stopped when he heard voices. "Is someone else here?" he thought. He kept climbing, the flight of stairs seemed endless, and it reminded him keenly of the Slytherin dungeons. When he was finally at the bottom of the stairs, he saw a door in front of him that was labeled "Basement: Rec. Room" "Rec. Room?" he puzzled. He scratched his head in confusion, and opened the door. There was Hermione, her back facing him, lounging comfortably on a huge purple leather sofa. The sofa must have been at least 20 feet long, spanning almost the entire width of the basement itself. Behind the sofa was a nice, cherry wood pool table. In front of her was a HUGE projection screen, probably at least with the dimensions of 18 by 15, a very awkward size.
Draco approached her and noticed that she had a very large (everything is king-sized in this house, lol) bowl of… "What do they call that?" he thought. "Oh yeah, corn-pop." He also noticed that she was watching a program of some sort on the projection thingy, and realized that that was where the voices had been coming from. Forgetting he had never had this, "corn-pop" before, and because he was so hungry, he took a few pieces from her bowl and ate. "Quite good for a muggle invention" he thought.
"Finally up, sleepy head? It's almost two." Hermione said to him. "What are you…err… watching?" he asked, his voice full of curiosity. She looked up at him, mouth stuffed with a handful of "corn-pop" and replied, "'Daah Widwil Mirmane'." This had not come out right at all. "Excuse me?" Draco asked. She finally swallowed, and replied much more clearly this time, "I said I am watching 'The Little Mermaid.' It's a Disney animated classic, you know what animation is, right?" He looked at her with wide eyes and shook his head. Hermione thought that he reminded her of a small child when he looked at her that way, he looked much more intriguing. It amused her. "Animation is a type of…well… production that is formed by moving drawings and putting them on film and coloring them…sort of." He still didn't know what she was talking about, but it really didn't matter to him. She clearly wasn't going to get anywhere with him on that, so he gave up asking and crossed the room to the left.
This was a very foolish mistake indeed, for Master Draco had not watched his footing, and tripped on one of the dials for the whirlpool, causing him to fall into the Jacuzzi, which was, fortunately for Draco, at the time filled with water.
Hermione heard a very girlish scream come from the other side of the room, and turned her head just in time to see Draco trip and fall into the Jacuzzi; it was a very priceless thing to see indeed. Hermione felt a bit guilty for not telling him about this earlier, but couldn't help reducing into a ball of giggles when she saw his reaction.
Draco rose out of the water, extremely peeved. "Who does she think she is to laugh at me like that?" he thought. "I'll show her!" Dripping wet, he ran after her on the couch and started shaking the water off like a dog just out from a bath. He succeeded in getting her a little wet, she was still laughing though. He decided then on taking his shirt and robe off and ringing it dry right on her head, leaving him with only his black silk boxers still on, which were clinging to him uncomfortably, but this time, she was no longer laughing.
"MALFOY! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK you ARE DOING!?" she screamed and lunged at him. He tried to run away from her, but found it increasingly difficult when she was such agile runner. He stopped to catch his breath, which gave her a perfect chance to push him into the large hole in the floor which was the Jacuzzi. She pushed him, but what she didn't expect, was that he pulled her down with him. "Oh thank you very much Malfoy." she said sarcastically. "Now we are both soaked." She crossed her arms and pouted.
"Well you could have bloody told me about this lake in the floor! You obviously knew about it! And besides, why do I have to be the only one soaked when you pushed me in?!" he huffed. She didn't reply, just looked at him with pure contempt and loathing. Neither of them moved nor spoke a word.
After about five minutes of ignoring each other and floating idly, both decided to get out and dry off. After sitting in chemically-ridden water, Hermione needed a shower, so she headed upstairs to their living room.
Once inside, she tried the door on her left, and found her self facing yet again another flight of stairs. She climbed up them slowly, and smiled happily when she found a door labeled "Bathroom: Tub and Shower". She opened the door and smiled fondly at the sight she saw, the bathroom was almost exactly like the Prefects Bathroom, down to the same type of pool-like bathtub, but this one also had a shower too, which was adjacent to another door. "Sigh, there are so many doors in this house!" she thought. She approached the door and smirked, it read "Bedroom." Slowly and surely, she made her way into the shower, ready to wash her hair with her favorite shampoo and conditioner flavors: Honey and Almond Oil.
Draco made his way upstairs to the bedroom, looking for a pair of clean pajamas and some plushy towels to dry off. He figured since he wasn't going anywhere, he may as well enjoy himself with some nice silk PJ's. After being dressed and dried off, he found his way under his covers, and his kitten was still sleeping at his side. He was starting to get very tired, even if it was still morning… or afternoon. He was about to fall asleep when a very intoxicating smell came wafting towards him, and woke him with a start. The mixture of almonds and honey was almost overpowering, and he had to find out where it was coming from. It was then that he realized the water was running, and Hermione was taking a shower. "So that's where the smell is coming from…" he thought. "Granger's shampoo and conditioner" After he got used to the smell for a while, it started to relax him, and he quickly fell asleep, Diosa resting on his head.
Hermione emerged out of the shower, and lazily wrapped a towel around herself. She was feeling suddenly refreshed, after being in her own little world, with her favorite fragrances for a while. She decided to go back into her room to get changed. When she opened the door she rolled her eyes, for Draco was, once again, sleeping. She crossed the room in a few easy strides to her closet, which was filled with clothes, and decided that she wanted to go back to her muggle style for a while, and contemplated on what to wear. Looking through shelves and rows of different clothing, she finally decided on a lavender- turtle neck- cut-off sleeved- sweater thing (you know what I mean), and a white skirt. She decided to lounge around for a while and watch TV, which was quite a convenient choice, considering there was one in the bedroom. So, she took the remote and gently, as not to wake him up, moved Draco to the side of the bed so she could lie down on her stomach and watch some quality television.
After hours of endless flipping, game shows, talk shows, and mindless soap operas, she finally decided on waking Draco up and forcing him to play a game with her, she was getting incredibly bored. She checked her watch, it was already almost 7pm. "Gosh the time seemed to just fly by today" she said. It was true that the day did go by fast, but she was still bored, so she shook him and tried to get him to wake.
It hadn't worked. He just rolled over and mumbled incoherently.
Annoyed, she tried again, and he finally awoke from his peaceful slumber. He looked at her irritatingly, and said "What do you want now? I was trying to sleep…" He rubbed his eyes and yawned, waiting for her reply. "Play a game with me or something! I'm SOO bored!!!" she whined. Draco had a brief flashback when he was a little kid and used to beg Lucius to go outside and do something with him, but Lucius would just gruff loudly and ignore him. Hermione had just the same anxiousness in her eyes that Draco used to have in his. He thought of a response for a minute, and replied, "Fine, we'll talk, but there is no way I am playing any games."
Hermione was satisfied with his response, she knew he wouldn't play a game with her. What was there to talk about? "You pick the subject" she said. "Fine" he replied. "Let's talk about… Me." She rolled her eyes at him, and he smirked like always, except this time, more so with amusement and playfulness. "Okay Malfoy, what about you?"
He had to think about this one, there were just so many things he loved about himself. Why it would just take him hours talking about his great looks, and his slyness, and how ALL of the ladies loved him, he thought about it. "Well… what do you think about me?" he asked.
She smiled, obviously enjoying this. She said, quite nonchalantly, "I think very low of you; it's not surprising, really. How can I think anything positive about a person who has done nothing but insult me and my friends my whole life? I mean REALLY Malfoy, what should I be thinking about you? I know you believe you are just God's gift to women, and that you have it all, but have you ever considered your attitude? I mean, do you really think people want to be friends with a future Death Eater?" She studied him thoroughly after this speech, and she had to grin, it had actually offended him. He was beat red… and he looked very angry and hurt.
"You know something, Granger? Every insult I ever threw at your little friends, they deserved! You think I was never insulted or hurt by them? I may look and act it, but I'm not made of steel, Granger. Yes, I am proud of my looks, and my wealth, but I am not proud of my idiot father, who acts like he is everything, when he is just another pathetic Death Eater, living his life serving someone who's too weak to fight for himself. So, little princess, don't you EVER, ever call me a Death Eater again, or you will be very sorry, and I mean it." Hermione knew very well that he meant what he said, and she was quite careful to not cross that line again.
"Look Malfoy, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything I've done to you this weekend, and I'm sorry you have to live with me, I know I am a bitch to put up with. But now that we are here, we are stuck, and can't do anything to change it. I love arguing with you, believe me, I do. But we are somehow going to have to get along, or else we'll end up destroying each other." Draco looked at her thoughtfully and nodded. He knew he would have to put up with her some way or another, but he had no intention of being her friend.
Hermione checked her watch again, 8'clock, she still had a few hours before bedtime. She went over to her closet and picked out some pink pajamas with Care Bears on them, and went to her window to change. She looked over at Draco, who was playing with his cat, introducing it to the pillow; no doubt her was tired of it sleeping on his head. As she was watching him, she noticed something so differently about him; she noticed how innocent he looked when he wasn't arguing, upset, or fighting with anyone. He looked so happy, so much different from the Draco she thought she knew. She looked down at the floor, it was littered with pillows. Suddenly, she had an idea.
When he wasn't looking, Hermione took one of the pillows, and raised it right above his head. Grinning mischievously, she took it and smacked him right in the face with it. He looked at her threateningly, and hopped off the bed, armed with a fluffy pillow. He stared for a minute at her and the pillow, and followed suit, hitting her with it. They both jumped on the bed, and a monstrous pillow fight started. Soon, the room was torn apart in pieces, and literally EVERYTHING was covered in feathers from the down pillows. Both still standing on the bed, Hermione delivered the final blow to Draco's pillow, which burst open and surrounded them in a feathery paradise. Having surrendered, Draco laid down and tried to sleep. Hermione, on the other hand, was a different story. She was jumping up and down on the bed, and dancing around him, causing feathers to go everywhere. Draco begged her to calm down, but Hermione would do no such thing. "I AM THE ALMIGHTY PILLOW QUEEN!!!" she exclaimed happily. He looked at her in amusement, which kept her going. "I AM ZULU, QUEEN OF THE DWARF PEOPLE, AND I REIGN OF FLYING BLUE MONKEYS!! HEHEEHEHHWHEEEEEEE", she clearly was not going to slow down. He looked at her, and said "Shut up!! You're scaring my poor kitty!" This was true, Diosa was cowering in his hands. Hermione then decided to run around the room to wear off her energy, and it worked pretty quickly. Not long after, she was laying down as well, and she was also sneezing, for she was allergic to feathers.
Draco could still smell Hermione's shampoo, and he couldn't help it, he had to ask………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….."Granger?" …………………………."Yeah Malfoy?"
……………………………………………………………………………………."Where do you get your shampoo?" ……………………………………………………………………………………………………. "My mum always sends it to me via owl… it's a family recipe thing, my grandmother makes it… why?" ………………………………………………………………………….."I don't know, I was thinking of sending some to mum"…………………………………………."Oh."…………………………………………………………………………………….."Meow"
And finally, they fell asleep, lost in the flurries of feathers, kittens, and almond oil…
[A/N Wahoo! My longest chapter yet! Yay! I really hope this one is better then the other two, I wasn't too happy about the others… Anyway, sorry if I have punctuation mistakes, I don't have a beta-reader! Please review! I love you all!!]