Hey guys! Wahoo, I finally got to update! Sorry it took so long, but I
didn't have access to my computer for a few days, and I was kinda stuck! I
guess I really don't want this to be TOO long, because I have idea for
other stories. So, it was really hard for me to pass time faster and
transition the emotions between them properly, so I had to manage this
carefully! Sorry about the OOC-ness, I'm trying! Please read and review,
input is always greatly appreciated, and your ideas are certainly open for
discussion! Gosh, I'm sorry but this chapter is SO boring! I PROMISE this
is only to pass time before the Yule Ball, which will be a FANTASTIC
chapter, I'm thinking about making the Yule Ball chapter alone about 10,000
words, and that's a LOT considering the last chapter was only about 3,000.
So, I already know I will get flamed for this chapter, and I'm REALLY
sorry! But anyway… So, feed me a candy-cane and call me Betty, here we go!
Main Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy
Year at Hogwarts: 6th, date is December 22nd
Ages: Hermione: 16, Draco: 16
Spoilers: None really, at least not until later chapters
Genre: Romance slowly progressing, you'll see what happens!
Rating: PG so far, but a slight PG-13 for swearing
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Harry Potter! JK Rowling owns everything! Oh and I don't own Skittles or Hard Rock Cafés!
Chapter Four: Gingerbread, Sugarplums, Silver Dragons, Spiky Hair, and Caramel Trills
About a week ago, the morning of December 13th to be precise, our beloved house mates received a letter from Dumbledore that clearly stated that they would be permitted to take a leave of absence, and spend a week back at Hogwarts, for socialization purposes. For Hermione, the time had passed by with ease, and today being two days away from the Yule Ball, Hermione awoke from her four-poster, eager to return home. So, she gracefully packed her things back up, and trudged through the glimmering snow on the grounds, admiring the site before her.
Somehow, the fact that it had snowed much more than in the past month, the flakes really did a handsome justice to the house. It now looked like a cross between a Gingerbread house, and a winter palace in the sky. Smiling admirably, she stepped inside the house and headed towards the kitchen, which had an open entrance, and was to the left of the living room.
While boiling her water, she heard what must have been Draco coming down the stairs. She stepped out to greet him briefly, but paused when she noticed how he was dressed. She couldn't help but stare.
Draco was dressed in the absolute finest dress robe Hermione had ever seen in her life. It was made of a sheer black silk material, which had a silver tint to it. It had sleeves which hung down quite low, and it was embroidered with silver dragons and serpents. The collar was clasped with an intertwining DM. His hair, usually just normally tossed, was now gelled in…spikes? Hermione was puzzled by this; Draco had always been so refined. Though his hair was oddly fitting in a way that Hermione couldn't place.
As Hermione kept her place and continued to stare, Draco had to wave in front of her to break her stupor. She shook her head and cleared her throat nervously, causing him to smile. He stepped towards her and said "What do you think? Not usually my style, but I thought it would be a refreshing change…" She positively did not know want to say, so she simply replied "Keep the hair, and the robe is nice. It…errr… suits you."
He nodded, satisfied, and stalked upstairs toward their room. Hermione felt very ashamed at this point, and fell onto the sofa, left with her own ponderings. "How could I have acted so childish?" she thought, "I must have looked like a total idiot, but he looked… Oh I can't believe I am admitting to this, but he looked absolutely stunning. I have never seen him dressed so fine… Ack, never mind. We could never be together anyway." She was now mumbling incoherently to herself, and admitted defeat, while falling asleep on the sofa.
Draco trudged upstairs, and collapsed on the bed. He absolutely could not help feeling giddy, and he grinned broadly to himself. "Her expression was absolutely priceless; my look must have blown her away. Eh, now that I think about it, Pansy is so damn ugly, I might as well go to the ball alone, maybe I'll… nah, that will never happen. She's a half-blood Gryffindor, and I'm a pure-blood Slytherin, dream on, Draco…" he thought to himself, hopelessly. It was truly very hard to think about her this way, he had always promised himself to never become interested in the likes of Hermione.
Hermione woke up in the middle of the night, realizing that she had fallen asleep on the leather couch. Because the house was so quiet, she assured herself that Draco had probably fallen asleep as well, for he wasn't a very quiet person. Remember how the house looked earlier, Hermione suddenly had an inspiration to make a Gingerbread house. Stumbling into the kitchen, she raided the cupboards of their contents, and was happy when she found the proper ingredients.
No one would have ever guessed, but Hermione was actually a pretty good cook. Working tirelessly on her masterpiece about until 3 am, she finally finished. The house looked very delicious and cute. She painted the gingerbread with vanilla frosting, and used chocolate and graham crackers for the door. The miniature windows were delicately adorned with small licorice pieces and red frosting. Adding to the house was green jellybeans for grass, a multitude of sugar plums, sprinkles, Skittles, and little caramel trills in carefully designed places.
Satisfied with her work, and realizing that she still had time for quality TV programming, she decided to take her house upstairs, she always loved lazing around in bed at home, and eating and watching television. Making her way upstairs, she heard rustling, and noticed that Draco was shifting positions on the bed, undoubtedly searching for a comfortable position in his sleep. Hermione also noticed Diosa sleeping on her pillow and smiled warmly. Truthfully, she had always loved cats, and was really sad when she had to give Crookshanks away to her aunt in San Francisco, she was simply too busy to care for a cat.
She sat on her side of the bed, and picked up the remote. Flicking through the channels, she decided on watching cartoons. As she was watching, the kitty approached her calmly and pawed at the house. Hermione pulled some gingerbread iced with frosting, and gave it respectfully to the cat. Getting quite full after demolishing almost half of the house already, Hermione poked at Draco to wake him, she was certainly not letting this go to waste.
Draco awoke to the lingering smell of gingerbread and candies. He opened his eyes to see Hermione peering at him, her eyes wide with excitement, and, he noticed, probably because she had fed herself so much sugar, noticing a fairly large, half eaten Gingerbread house beside her. He looked out the window, and noticed that it was very dark out, probably in the middle of the night. Glancing at the clock, he noticed he was right, as the time said 4:13. He looked at her in shock, and said "Are you absolutely mad?! Making a GINGERBREAD HOUSE at 4 in the morning! I want to sleep, woman! And don't look at me that way, it's disturbing…" he turned his head towards the pillow in an attempt to fall asleep, but to no avail, Hermione was much too fast.
She jumped off the bed and dragged him downstairs with her, he followed begrudgingly, but he really couldn't resist, he was still very tired. She led him to the main living room, and went over to the stereo. He took a place on the couch, and simply glared at her. He was waiting for a bit, while she decided what she wanted to play. She decided on an upbeat disco song, and blared it. Draco couldn't handle this, and covered his ears with his hands. He laid down and watched her turn the lights off and flick the Disco Ball switch on, causing the room to swirl with balls of light dancing playfully across the walls. Draco was absolutely flabbergasted and didn't know what to think of his current situation. There was no way in stopping her, as she begin to salsa around the room. She came dancing to him, and screamed through the noise "Come on you party pooper! LET's SAMBA!" she dragged him off the couch and twirled him around in circles. Unfortunately, he was suddenly wide awake, and yelled "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING GRANGER?! ARE YOU DRUGGED, WAS THEIR VODKA IN THAT HOUSE?! IT's BLOODY 4:30 IN THE MORNING! AND WHAT THE HELL IS A SAMBA?!!" she took his hands out of hers, and nodded.
"I'm sorry!" she said. "I just figured I didn't want to be fighting the whole year, and I was hyper and bored, I promise it wont happen again." So, she admitted defeat and he actually smiled a genuine smile at her. She had a fleeting thought that he had possibly matured, and maybe they could forget their grudges… for a few hours at least. So, after everything was turned off and put away in it's proper place, and Hermione's sugar rush had quickly diminished, they both headed upstairs.
Hermione went into her closet and decided on wearing her favorite sleeping shirt, which was really comfy and titled "Hard Rock Café, London" and a silky pair of purple shorts with little clouds on them. She looked over at Draco, and he was changed out of his gorgeous robe, and decided on plaid flannel pants and a simple tee-shirt. After brushing her teeth thoroughly, and putting on her slippers, she climbed into her side, the right side, of the bed.
Both teenager's were reflecting on the events of the day, and both were growing quite content with their situation. Despite the rivalries of their houses, and their family history, maybe we will see a friendship here? Or possibly…more? Still, Draco had to ask Hermione this………………………………………………..Granger?............................................ .............................................................Mmmm, yeah?....................................................................... .........What is samba?...................................................................Oh, it's um, it's a dance……………………………………………………………………………………Oh, and did you keep that house?...................................................................... ....................Heh, of course, it's on the nightstand, I wouldn't waste my cooking masterpieces…………………………………………………………….Masterpiece? I would hardly call it that…WHAT? (Draco was now greeted with a chorus of kicks)…………………OW! Jeez, I was kidding…………………………………………………………..Fine, sweet dreams then you bastard……..
They fell asleep peacefully, with visions of sugarplums and disco balls dancing in their heads…
[A/N, yeah yeah, I know it sucked! Sorry, it's my shortest chapter, and worse! It will get better, I promise! Please review! I LOVE YOU ALL!]
Main Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy
Year at Hogwarts: 6th, date is December 22nd
Ages: Hermione: 16, Draco: 16
Spoilers: None really, at least not until later chapters
Genre: Romance slowly progressing, you'll see what happens!
Rating: PG so far, but a slight PG-13 for swearing
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Harry Potter! JK Rowling owns everything! Oh and I don't own Skittles or Hard Rock Cafés!
Chapter Four: Gingerbread, Sugarplums, Silver Dragons, Spiky Hair, and Caramel Trills
About a week ago, the morning of December 13th to be precise, our beloved house mates received a letter from Dumbledore that clearly stated that they would be permitted to take a leave of absence, and spend a week back at Hogwarts, for socialization purposes. For Hermione, the time had passed by with ease, and today being two days away from the Yule Ball, Hermione awoke from her four-poster, eager to return home. So, she gracefully packed her things back up, and trudged through the glimmering snow on the grounds, admiring the site before her.
Somehow, the fact that it had snowed much more than in the past month, the flakes really did a handsome justice to the house. It now looked like a cross between a Gingerbread house, and a winter palace in the sky. Smiling admirably, she stepped inside the house and headed towards the kitchen, which had an open entrance, and was to the left of the living room.
While boiling her water, she heard what must have been Draco coming down the stairs. She stepped out to greet him briefly, but paused when she noticed how he was dressed. She couldn't help but stare.
Draco was dressed in the absolute finest dress robe Hermione had ever seen in her life. It was made of a sheer black silk material, which had a silver tint to it. It had sleeves which hung down quite low, and it was embroidered with silver dragons and serpents. The collar was clasped with an intertwining DM. His hair, usually just normally tossed, was now gelled in…spikes? Hermione was puzzled by this; Draco had always been so refined. Though his hair was oddly fitting in a way that Hermione couldn't place.
As Hermione kept her place and continued to stare, Draco had to wave in front of her to break her stupor. She shook her head and cleared her throat nervously, causing him to smile. He stepped towards her and said "What do you think? Not usually my style, but I thought it would be a refreshing change…" She positively did not know want to say, so she simply replied "Keep the hair, and the robe is nice. It…errr… suits you."
He nodded, satisfied, and stalked upstairs toward their room. Hermione felt very ashamed at this point, and fell onto the sofa, left with her own ponderings. "How could I have acted so childish?" she thought, "I must have looked like a total idiot, but he looked… Oh I can't believe I am admitting to this, but he looked absolutely stunning. I have never seen him dressed so fine… Ack, never mind. We could never be together anyway." She was now mumbling incoherently to herself, and admitted defeat, while falling asleep on the sofa.
Draco trudged upstairs, and collapsed on the bed. He absolutely could not help feeling giddy, and he grinned broadly to himself. "Her expression was absolutely priceless; my look must have blown her away. Eh, now that I think about it, Pansy is so damn ugly, I might as well go to the ball alone, maybe I'll… nah, that will never happen. She's a half-blood Gryffindor, and I'm a pure-blood Slytherin, dream on, Draco…" he thought to himself, hopelessly. It was truly very hard to think about her this way, he had always promised himself to never become interested in the likes of Hermione.
Hermione woke up in the middle of the night, realizing that she had fallen asleep on the leather couch. Because the house was so quiet, she assured herself that Draco had probably fallen asleep as well, for he wasn't a very quiet person. Remember how the house looked earlier, Hermione suddenly had an inspiration to make a Gingerbread house. Stumbling into the kitchen, she raided the cupboards of their contents, and was happy when she found the proper ingredients.
No one would have ever guessed, but Hermione was actually a pretty good cook. Working tirelessly on her masterpiece about until 3 am, she finally finished. The house looked very delicious and cute. She painted the gingerbread with vanilla frosting, and used chocolate and graham crackers for the door. The miniature windows were delicately adorned with small licorice pieces and red frosting. Adding to the house was green jellybeans for grass, a multitude of sugar plums, sprinkles, Skittles, and little caramel trills in carefully designed places.
Satisfied with her work, and realizing that she still had time for quality TV programming, she decided to take her house upstairs, she always loved lazing around in bed at home, and eating and watching television. Making her way upstairs, she heard rustling, and noticed that Draco was shifting positions on the bed, undoubtedly searching for a comfortable position in his sleep. Hermione also noticed Diosa sleeping on her pillow and smiled warmly. Truthfully, she had always loved cats, and was really sad when she had to give Crookshanks away to her aunt in San Francisco, she was simply too busy to care for a cat.
She sat on her side of the bed, and picked up the remote. Flicking through the channels, she decided on watching cartoons. As she was watching, the kitty approached her calmly and pawed at the house. Hermione pulled some gingerbread iced with frosting, and gave it respectfully to the cat. Getting quite full after demolishing almost half of the house already, Hermione poked at Draco to wake him, she was certainly not letting this go to waste.
Draco awoke to the lingering smell of gingerbread and candies. He opened his eyes to see Hermione peering at him, her eyes wide with excitement, and, he noticed, probably because she had fed herself so much sugar, noticing a fairly large, half eaten Gingerbread house beside her. He looked out the window, and noticed that it was very dark out, probably in the middle of the night. Glancing at the clock, he noticed he was right, as the time said 4:13. He looked at her in shock, and said "Are you absolutely mad?! Making a GINGERBREAD HOUSE at 4 in the morning! I want to sleep, woman! And don't look at me that way, it's disturbing…" he turned his head towards the pillow in an attempt to fall asleep, but to no avail, Hermione was much too fast.
She jumped off the bed and dragged him downstairs with her, he followed begrudgingly, but he really couldn't resist, he was still very tired. She led him to the main living room, and went over to the stereo. He took a place on the couch, and simply glared at her. He was waiting for a bit, while she decided what she wanted to play. She decided on an upbeat disco song, and blared it. Draco couldn't handle this, and covered his ears with his hands. He laid down and watched her turn the lights off and flick the Disco Ball switch on, causing the room to swirl with balls of light dancing playfully across the walls. Draco was absolutely flabbergasted and didn't know what to think of his current situation. There was no way in stopping her, as she begin to salsa around the room. She came dancing to him, and screamed through the noise "Come on you party pooper! LET's SAMBA!" she dragged him off the couch and twirled him around in circles. Unfortunately, he was suddenly wide awake, and yelled "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING GRANGER?! ARE YOU DRUGGED, WAS THEIR VODKA IN THAT HOUSE?! IT's BLOODY 4:30 IN THE MORNING! AND WHAT THE HELL IS A SAMBA?!!" she took his hands out of hers, and nodded.
"I'm sorry!" she said. "I just figured I didn't want to be fighting the whole year, and I was hyper and bored, I promise it wont happen again." So, she admitted defeat and he actually smiled a genuine smile at her. She had a fleeting thought that he had possibly matured, and maybe they could forget their grudges… for a few hours at least. So, after everything was turned off and put away in it's proper place, and Hermione's sugar rush had quickly diminished, they both headed upstairs.
Hermione went into her closet and decided on wearing her favorite sleeping shirt, which was really comfy and titled "Hard Rock Café, London" and a silky pair of purple shorts with little clouds on them. She looked over at Draco, and he was changed out of his gorgeous robe, and decided on plaid flannel pants and a simple tee-shirt. After brushing her teeth thoroughly, and putting on her slippers, she climbed into her side, the right side, of the bed.
Both teenager's were reflecting on the events of the day, and both were growing quite content with their situation. Despite the rivalries of their houses, and their family history, maybe we will see a friendship here? Or possibly…more? Still, Draco had to ask Hermione this………………………………………………..Granger?............................................ .............................................................Mmmm, yeah?....................................................................... .........What is samba?...................................................................Oh, it's um, it's a dance……………………………………………………………………………………Oh, and did you keep that house?...................................................................... ....................Heh, of course, it's on the nightstand, I wouldn't waste my cooking masterpieces…………………………………………………………….Masterpiece? I would hardly call it that…WHAT? (Draco was now greeted with a chorus of kicks)…………………OW! Jeez, I was kidding…………………………………………………………..Fine, sweet dreams then you bastard……..
They fell asleep peacefully, with visions of sugarplums and disco balls dancing in their heads…
[A/N, yeah yeah, I know it sucked! Sorry, it's my shortest chapter, and worse! It will get better, I promise! Please review! I LOVE YOU ALL!]