Title: Close To You
Author: basium
Rating: R... eventually
Disclaimer: I own nothing of JK Rowling's world. Don't sue.
A/N: Thanks again to the reviewers. Gotta love em! Now to continue where we left off... If you don't know then you should reread chp 3... remember? Deja vu....?
Close To You - Chapter 4
Needless to say, Hermione got up quickly. There was an awkward silence in which they both avoided each other's glares. Then Hermione remembered the fact that their afternoon lessons started in half an hour.
"Well... what are we doing?" She asked nervously.
"You are standing there like the moronic Mudblood that you are, and I am attempting to take a nap and avoid going to classes."
"So that's it then. Your word wins over mine." Yup.
"Glad that's cleared up." Hermione ignored him, shooting another disgusted glare his way.
"I have never skipped before, and I am not about to now. There is no way!"
It was Draco's turn to ignore her, and he made no sign of hearing her whatsoever.
"Malfoy. Answer me." Nope. I am asleep, can't you tell?
"Malfoy!" She doesn't give up does she?
There was silence, and Draco thought that she had left, but then realized that was impossible.
"Alright, then..." Hermione said smoothly. She made her way over to where Draco was half-lying on the chair. She ran her finger down his arm, while sitting in a rather interesting position on the arm of the chair.
Draco opened one eye, looking at her suspiciously. Is she doing what I think she's doing? Hermione now had a sly grin on her face and was fiddling with the clasp on her robes.
"What do you think you are doing?" Draco said slowly, now fully awake.
"What does it look like?" she replied slyly. "Sit up." Oh god...
Draco slowly obeyed, his eyes wide in astonishment and confusion.
"Now that I have your attention..." Hermione reached inside her robes. She pulled out her wand quickly and before Draco could react there was a loud BANG.
Smiling, Hermione put her wand back away. She was now sitting next to a trembling white ferret. She debated on bouncing it, but decided against it, in fear of retaliation later on.
"Well, one little bounce won't hurt." She said quietly.
Pulling out her wand again she made the ferret bounce on the chair, rising a few feet in the air. Feeling this was enough punishment, Hermione stopped the bouncing ferret and raised her wand. After a loud snapping noise, she was sitting next to a trembling Draco Malfoy.
"Wonderful little trick, isn't it?" she said, putting her wand away again. "I hope Moody doesn't mind that I borrowed it."
"Oh you are going to PAY, MUDBLOOD!" Draco said through his teeth, his face growing red with anger. He whipped out his wand and pointed it at Hermione.
"N-now Malfoy... I didn't mean... I just thought you needed a bit of, erm, teaching..." she said, slowly backing away with her wand still raised.
"I'll teach you – facies puniceus!"
Hermione screamed and put her hands on her face, which was now sprouting purple boils. After a few moments of panic, she removed her hands and grabbed her wand.
"ARGH – HINNIO!"
.: Several Minutes Later :.
Hermione and Draco made their way to the hospital wing. Hermione's boils were now growing larger by the minute, and Draco had the voice of a horse. They walked quickly, attempting to avoid anyone and everyone. They were almost there when-
"Hermione! There you are!" Ron shouted, running up from behind them, "I needed – woah! What happened?"
"Nothing. Just, move please!" she replied, tears coming to her eyes.
"Did he do this?" Hermione said nothing.
"Oh you are dead, Malfoy!" Ron pulled out his wand and Hermione immediately shrieked, "No!"
Draco pulled out his wand and pointed it at Ron silently. Both boys stood in battle position with Hermione in the middle, who was attempting to stop the duel. Her efforts were useless, however, when Draco pushed her aside and sent sparks flying at Ron's head.
"Mr. Malfoy!" a voice screeched. Professor McGonagall was moving swiftly down the hall, pushing her way past the large crowd that had gathered.
"Mr Malfoy, what on earth do you think you're doing? And Mr. Weasley! I would have expected better from you." Ron blushed. "Put down those wands. Now!"
Putting their wands away, both Ron and Draco shot each other looks of pure evil.
"Now that you two have calmed down a bit, would you kindly explain to me why you were fighting?"
"Well Professor..." Ron started, looking at Draco. Again, not a support group!
"Yes Mr. Weasley?"
"I-"
"They were fighting over me." Hermione said, walking back into the middle.
"You Miss Granger? And why- Oh my! What ever has happened to your face?"
"Malfoy did that!" Ron yelled. McGonagall turned onto Draco.
"Well Mr. Malfoy? Is this true?" Uh, yeah. Draco said nothing. Not that I could reply anyways...
"Mr. Malfoy! I suggest you speak up now or you will be talking to the Headmaster!" No! I am not opening my mouth. There is no way-
"Neigghhhhhh..." Damn it all.
The crowd around them erupted in a wave of laughter. McGonagall stood in shock.
"Be quiet!" She said loudly to the chortling crowd. "Mr. Malfoy, please go with Miss Granger to the hospital wing at once. Mr. Weasley, did you have anything to do with this?"
"No Professor," Ron mumbled.
"Very well, 5 points from Gryffindor for duelling in the hallways. Now all of you – get to class!"
Hermione and Draco set of for the hospital wing and arrived in record time. Madam Pomfrey attended to them at once, and both would have to stay overnight. Draco discovered that Hermione had hit him with the same spell that he hit her with; although the boils were in a different and very inconvenient place.
They were both in beds side-by-side now, sitting up slightly. Draco was staring at Hermione in disgust, watching her open the many Chocolate Frogs and Every Flavour Beans that she had received from Harry and Ron.
"Well, at least we aren't in class." She said lightly. I'd rather be in class than stuck here with you.
"I'd rather be in neigghhhh class than here with neigghhh you." He said darkly. The effects of the spell were wearing off, but not completely.
"Likewise, I'm sure." Hermione replied. Her boils had shrunk to their original size and weren't as painful anymore.
Draco felt his eyelids droop as the room before him disappeared.
..:::::::..
He was running down the hallway. He looked behind him; they were still attached. He now had the whole Gryffindor house stuck to him. Suddenly the same mysterious girl from the other dream emerged in front of him, said a spell, and everyone disappeared.
"Thanks..." He heard himself say.
"Anytime..." she replied, looking into his eyes.
He leaned down and kissed her, a loving passionate kiss. He felt her hair on his hand and broke the kiss, looking down at the mysterious person. She now had a face, which happened to be surrounded by bushy, brunette hair.
"You!" He heard himself gasp.
"What's wrong Draco?" she replied sweetly. Suddenly her face contorted into Ron Weasley, who started laughing at him.
Draco woke up sweating. He remembered the dream vividly, and ran it over a few times in his head.
Why am I thinking this way about her? This is the Mudblood. Malfoy's don't like Mudbloods. Wait! Who said anything about liking her? This was just a dream! Augh!
He rubbed his eyes and looked over to the bed beside him. There lay the Gryffindor, sleeping peacefully, with her hair slightly covering her face.
I suppose she isn't that bad...
Draco sat up and moved his legs off the bed, staring at Hermione.
She looks so peaceful, so angelic... Wait; is this the same Mudblood that jinxed the hell out of me earlier? Angelic... ha, that's a good one. But still...
He glanced over at her bedside table. There were piles of chocolate frogs and other miscellaneous candies strewn about, as well as - what's this! Hermione's diary.
Draco gingerly picked it up and looked it over. It was dark blue with no visible writing on the outside, and had a silver lock. Glancing around the room, he snatched his wand from his bedside table and whispered "Alohomora."
Nothing happened. He tried it again, and the lock stayed stationary. Well she's not stupid...
After half an hour of attempts, the lock opened with a loud 'snap'. Checking to see that Hermione was still sleeping, Draco opened the cover. Inside was the inscription:
Property of H. Granger.
If this is Ron or Harry, I advise you not to read this. I will obviously know and then you will regret it. So don't even think about it.
To anyone else: I don't know how you opened the lock, but you must be very persistent. I assume I must be dead if you have gotten a hold of this book, for I am certain I would not just leave it around.
I hope I am missed,
Hermione
Ha, like Scarhead and Weasel could open this. And missed? I doubt that.
Draco flipped the page over, expecting to find a full page, but instead found nothing. Blank pages. Maybe she has bewitched it... But he found this theory to be rubbish when he accidentally dropped the book. He quickly looked around to see if anyone heard, and to see if Hermione awoke, and then went to pick up the book, which had fallen open on the last page.
This page was full of Hermione's handwriting. Taking one last look around, Draco started to read.
Sept. 1st – Hell Begins.
A/N- Sorry to leave you there... but I must say that it keeps the readers on their toes, wanting more. Or, at least I hope so... Thanks again to my loyal reviewers. I suppose I am a review slut... or some other label... but regardless, I love reviews! Thanks.
Ah yes, and in case you're wondering, facies puniceus means 'purple face' in latin, likewise with hinnio which means 'to neigh'.