A/N: I know, I know! I'm being lazy and not naming reviewers but spare me
some pity. I'm stuck in one of those moods. All right, I'll name them in
the next chapter. Anyone who reviews, gets the one sock that was lost in my
dryer. That should definitely tempt you.
Draco's POV
She was staring. I could sense it, despite the fact that I was staring lazily at some point past her face. "You like my new shirt?" I asked seriously, still sensing she was staring at that certain spot. "It's a bit tight..." She led off. Her head suddenly snapped up. "But that's besides the point! What I really want to ask you is, why didn't you warn me that we were entering your HELL DAMNED BEDROOM??" She shouted.
"My, my, Granger love, are we in a bad mood?" I laced my hands calmly on top of my chest, and I could see her eyes traveling back downward.
Her eyes flashed back up. "Are you THAT CRUEL?" There was an obvious pause. For such a smart little witch, she asked the stupidest questions. I told her that.
"I'M LEAVING!" She huffed and stomped towards the door. What she didn't know was that I locked it. For reasons because I liked having such a pretty girl right in my dormitory at my advantage. I swiftly got off the bed in silent grace and crept towards her. I watched with interest as she realized the door was locked, and whipped her wand out to try unlocking curses that no doubt failed because I had used a charm that was more advanced then the poor girl would ever realize, while STILL muttering obscenities at the same time. What a wondrous mind, that one.
I silently walked up to her and placed my two arms beside her head on the surface of the door, trapping her in my untouching embrace. She froze realizing my presence and turned around slowly, to see my face almost on top of hers. She was quite attractive when she got that flustered and cornered look on her face. It was all physical attraction.
Hermione's POV
What was he trying to do, scare me out of my mind? I jumped a bit, in obvious shock, and swore. I was doing a lot of that these days, swearing. But this was not the time to ponder that topic right now. Instead, I was trying to not concentrate on Malfoy's lips, which were only inches away from mine. I tried to avert my eyes, only to land on his dark, mysterious gray eyes. I sniffed a bit, trying to stray my attention from his eyes. "Al- alright there, perhaps you could take, possibly a, erm... s-step back and, um..." I stammered like an idiot. C'mon, spare me some compassion. I couldn't help it if his eyes were being so seductive. I unconsciously flicked my tongue across my lips, in my nervousness. His gaze suddenly turned to my lips and leaned in even closer. I could feel his breath on my mouth, steamy, hot... And then, my eyes closed.
For once, thank god for Zambini. The door suddenly jerked open and I was roughly pushed against Malfoy, who was then pressed against the opposite wall. Zambini closed the door slowly and gave a little snort when he saw us. I must admit that our position didn't look very good at the moment.
"Malfoy, at least take your little rendezvous' somewhere more private?" He paused and smirked, gazing curiously how my hands were now pressed up against Malfoy's chest, who was pressed up against the wall, as a result of the little push of the door. His eyes flitted to Malfoy's darkening face. "And here I always thought YOU were the dominant one."
Malfoy's POV
"Shit, stupid fuckin' bastard." I muttered. I had forgot that the spell only locked one side of the door, while the other side was free to anyone by merely pushing it. Granger glanced up at me in surprise. I was acutely aware of her hands resting on my chest, and then suddenly she pulled them away as if I had burned her.
After a moment of recollecting ourselves, she suddenly took a bold step forward and pointed her index finger at both of us. "If ANY of you two repeat ANYTHING about what just happened, I will personally come to your beds while you both are sleeping and severe your head with a knife that I'm sure a kind house elf will lend me. Then, I'll stick them on metal poles and display them on the Quidditch Pitch for all to see. Your bodies will be cut into multiple pieces and cooked in stew to be fed to the rest of the Slytherins. Thank you, and have a GOOD NIGHT." She briskly walked out the door, hair flying behind her.
Feisty, eh? This was going to be fun.
The Next Morning
I was sitting at the Slytherin table eating breakfast when I caught Granger's eye. She was giving me an angered look, as if I had been the only one who caused the whole mess.
All right, I did.
She was looking very ravishable at the moment, with the exception of being a bit pale. She glanced back down as Potter said something to her. I had an urge to go over there and talk to her. "Could you possibly be any more apparent, Malfoy?" Zambini was chuckling in my ear.
I folded my arms and leaned back in the chair. "I don't like her. I only like the fact that she's a challenge."
"Really, then." He said in humorous disbelief. "Maybe I'll go and pick her up myself, if that's the case."
Of all the Slytherins, Zambini was the one who I really put up with. But at the moment, I felt a sudden surge of suppressed rage towards him. "SHE'S NOT AN OBJECT TO JUST BE TALKED ABOUT LIGHTLY AND JUST 'PICKED UP'!"I shouted, getting the attention of the whole Slytherin table, and most of those damned nosy Hufflepuffs who seemed to be incapable of minding their own businesses. Even some of the Ravenclaws and Gryffindors looked over, including the famous trio. The hall got quieter, yet Zambini looked unfazed. "Calm down, Malfoy. It was a JOKE." His voice echoed, covering some voices that were still involved in their conversations. I sighed distractedly and ran my hands through my hair.
"It wasn't funny." My voice carried a kind of tired, defeated air to it that I normally didn't show.
After a moment of complete silence, the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team, Danté, smacked his hands on the table, and got up with annoyance. "Damn it PEOPLE, MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESSES!" He yelled at the tables, causing people to hush even more.
There was a cross between a cough and a snort that came from the teacher's raised platform. "Thank you Mr. Vilas, I'm sure your comment was very, erm... assertive." Professor Rue was giving him a one of those, I-know-I-shouldn't- smile-but-really-these-students-are-hilarious-I-wonder-if-I-was-like-that- when-I-was-one-of-those-hormones-a-ragin'-teenagers, looks. Much contrast compared to the other professors who were eyeing him with much distaste. She turned to the student body. "You heard him, go on, mind your own business." Eventually, the familiar clatter slowly increased, and Zambini turned to talk to me. "You really like her, don't you?"
I glared at him. "Hell no, I don't even know her. We didn't even kiss, before you interrupted. And anyways, why should she be different from any other girl that I liked? Except for the fact that she's a bit more of a pain in the ass, but really, no difference in attraction."
"And the whole getting defensive thing?" He asked curiously. I paused before answering, my eyes shifting to the girl with a mop of tumbling chestnut brown curls, who was now staring at me with her cautious gold- flecked eyes. I looked back at him.
"An involuntary impulse. I happen to be controlling and defensive." I said simply, ignoring the back of my mind.
"Right Malfoy, right."
I hurriedly finished my breakfast and walked out annoyed and frustrated. I had no classes since it was Saturday, so I stepped outside and walked briskly to the nearest tree and slid down on it. It must've been only five minutes, when Granger came tumbling out the door I just came through and stomped towards me. Her eyes were narrowed in slits, and she was glancing back nervously every five seconds as if she was afraid of one of her good ol' Gryffindor pals was going to see her talking to a forbidden Slytherin. Right, like the prudes would dare come out in this drizzly, gray weather.
"We have to talk about last night, or else I'll have it on my conscience forever." She scowled.
"I'm not in the mood."
"Malfoy, if you think everything has to go according to your mood, you're mistaken. " She reached down and jerked me up by my arm. I stood up and brushed myself off, glaring at her. "We're talking NOW. C'mon!" She grabbed my arms and dragged me off somewhere farther into a patch of trees. When we stopped, she let go and explained, "So people don't see us."
"Afraid of ruining your reputation by having Potter and the redhead spot you with me?" I asked snidely.
"Exactly." She said in a matter-of-fact tone.
She sighed. "Anyways, what you did that night was uncalled for, and, just, really... UNEEDED. MALFOY, I'M NOT ANOTHER ONE OF YOUR ONE TEMPORARY AMUSEMENTS!!" Her temper seemed to get the best of her as she threw her hands up in the air in exasperation.
"Temporary amusements." I regarded the term carefully. "What an imaginative use of your vocabulary." She looked so terribly inviting at the moment, with her eyes sparkling with something I couldn't place, and her hair slightly damp, making it curl in waves around her face. I couldn't resist as I slowly slid my knuckles down the side of her face, and I watched her breathe in carefully, slowly, as if she was trying to gain some self- control.
I had that effect on people.
After a moment of complete silence, she slowly pushed my hand away, and ran a hand through her hair, closing her eyes. "The POINT is," She continued, "that I don't need this information to be spread around."
"I think you gave us the idea last night." I smirked remembering her threat to cook us into stew.
She ignored my comment. "I know, but I don't think you quite got the message yet. Please, the only favor that I will ever ask you in MY LIFE is to don't repeat anything that ever happened last night. Not to brag to your... eh, friends." She pronounced her words very carefully, pausing at the end, as if my friends were really inhuman or something. "That's all I ask. Please. I will never bother you again; make threats, do you bodily harm, nothing. JUST, don't tell anybody. I'm actually begging you, Malfoy. Work with me here."
Hermione's POV
I watched him suspiciously and hopefully as he sighed and rubbed his hand on his forehead. I took this pause into my own advantage to study him at the moment. Since it was Saturday, we were allowed to dress in normal clothing, so I couldn't help but notice his jeans were quite tight on his... butt, and he seemed to have a really nice one. I started to cough madly to distract myself and rid of my disgusting thoughts of a certain Slytherin. This caused him to break his train of thought and look up.
He shook his head. "Whatever hell... yea, just... just go back to your Gryffindor friends and leave me the hell alone." I was so shocked at his answer and the fact that he actually went along with me that I threw my arms around his waist and hugged him as I hard as I could. Intense relief and happiness makes you insane and misguided like that. And yet I couldn't help thinking the hug felt really nice.
After a moment, he hugged me back. YES, HE DID. For reasons, I cannot fathom, but he hugged me back nonetheless. And he smelled really nice. Spicy, mysterious, boyish, but nice. His body was so warm, compared to the cold surrounding weather. But his T-shirt was so soft so I took advantage of the moment and rested my head on his chest. I felt his cheek rest on top of my head perfectly.
It felt all serene and perfect; perhaps I was delirious, therefore making me irrational.
Oh lord, maybe the house elves spiked the orange juice.
Draco's POV
She was staring. I could sense it, despite the fact that I was staring lazily at some point past her face. "You like my new shirt?" I asked seriously, still sensing she was staring at that certain spot. "It's a bit tight..." She led off. Her head suddenly snapped up. "But that's besides the point! What I really want to ask you is, why didn't you warn me that we were entering your HELL DAMNED BEDROOM??" She shouted.
"My, my, Granger love, are we in a bad mood?" I laced my hands calmly on top of my chest, and I could see her eyes traveling back downward.
Her eyes flashed back up. "Are you THAT CRUEL?" There was an obvious pause. For such a smart little witch, she asked the stupidest questions. I told her that.
"I'M LEAVING!" She huffed and stomped towards the door. What she didn't know was that I locked it. For reasons because I liked having such a pretty girl right in my dormitory at my advantage. I swiftly got off the bed in silent grace and crept towards her. I watched with interest as she realized the door was locked, and whipped her wand out to try unlocking curses that no doubt failed because I had used a charm that was more advanced then the poor girl would ever realize, while STILL muttering obscenities at the same time. What a wondrous mind, that one.
I silently walked up to her and placed my two arms beside her head on the surface of the door, trapping her in my untouching embrace. She froze realizing my presence and turned around slowly, to see my face almost on top of hers. She was quite attractive when she got that flustered and cornered look on her face. It was all physical attraction.
Hermione's POV
What was he trying to do, scare me out of my mind? I jumped a bit, in obvious shock, and swore. I was doing a lot of that these days, swearing. But this was not the time to ponder that topic right now. Instead, I was trying to not concentrate on Malfoy's lips, which were only inches away from mine. I tried to avert my eyes, only to land on his dark, mysterious gray eyes. I sniffed a bit, trying to stray my attention from his eyes. "Al- alright there, perhaps you could take, possibly a, erm... s-step back and, um..." I stammered like an idiot. C'mon, spare me some compassion. I couldn't help it if his eyes were being so seductive. I unconsciously flicked my tongue across my lips, in my nervousness. His gaze suddenly turned to my lips and leaned in even closer. I could feel his breath on my mouth, steamy, hot... And then, my eyes closed.
For once, thank god for Zambini. The door suddenly jerked open and I was roughly pushed against Malfoy, who was then pressed against the opposite wall. Zambini closed the door slowly and gave a little snort when he saw us. I must admit that our position didn't look very good at the moment.
"Malfoy, at least take your little rendezvous' somewhere more private?" He paused and smirked, gazing curiously how my hands were now pressed up against Malfoy's chest, who was pressed up against the wall, as a result of the little push of the door. His eyes flitted to Malfoy's darkening face. "And here I always thought YOU were the dominant one."
Malfoy's POV
"Shit, stupid fuckin' bastard." I muttered. I had forgot that the spell only locked one side of the door, while the other side was free to anyone by merely pushing it. Granger glanced up at me in surprise. I was acutely aware of her hands resting on my chest, and then suddenly she pulled them away as if I had burned her.
After a moment of recollecting ourselves, she suddenly took a bold step forward and pointed her index finger at both of us. "If ANY of you two repeat ANYTHING about what just happened, I will personally come to your beds while you both are sleeping and severe your head with a knife that I'm sure a kind house elf will lend me. Then, I'll stick them on metal poles and display them on the Quidditch Pitch for all to see. Your bodies will be cut into multiple pieces and cooked in stew to be fed to the rest of the Slytherins. Thank you, and have a GOOD NIGHT." She briskly walked out the door, hair flying behind her.
Feisty, eh? This was going to be fun.
The Next Morning
I was sitting at the Slytherin table eating breakfast when I caught Granger's eye. She was giving me an angered look, as if I had been the only one who caused the whole mess.
All right, I did.
She was looking very ravishable at the moment, with the exception of being a bit pale. She glanced back down as Potter said something to her. I had an urge to go over there and talk to her. "Could you possibly be any more apparent, Malfoy?" Zambini was chuckling in my ear.
I folded my arms and leaned back in the chair. "I don't like her. I only like the fact that she's a challenge."
"Really, then." He said in humorous disbelief. "Maybe I'll go and pick her up myself, if that's the case."
Of all the Slytherins, Zambini was the one who I really put up with. But at the moment, I felt a sudden surge of suppressed rage towards him. "SHE'S NOT AN OBJECT TO JUST BE TALKED ABOUT LIGHTLY AND JUST 'PICKED UP'!"I shouted, getting the attention of the whole Slytherin table, and most of those damned nosy Hufflepuffs who seemed to be incapable of minding their own businesses. Even some of the Ravenclaws and Gryffindors looked over, including the famous trio. The hall got quieter, yet Zambini looked unfazed. "Calm down, Malfoy. It was a JOKE." His voice echoed, covering some voices that were still involved in their conversations. I sighed distractedly and ran my hands through my hair.
"It wasn't funny." My voice carried a kind of tired, defeated air to it that I normally didn't show.
After a moment of complete silence, the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team, Danté, smacked his hands on the table, and got up with annoyance. "Damn it PEOPLE, MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESSES!" He yelled at the tables, causing people to hush even more.
There was a cross between a cough and a snort that came from the teacher's raised platform. "Thank you Mr. Vilas, I'm sure your comment was very, erm... assertive." Professor Rue was giving him a one of those, I-know-I-shouldn't- smile-but-really-these-students-are-hilarious-I-wonder-if-I-was-like-that- when-I-was-one-of-those-hormones-a-ragin'-teenagers, looks. Much contrast compared to the other professors who were eyeing him with much distaste. She turned to the student body. "You heard him, go on, mind your own business." Eventually, the familiar clatter slowly increased, and Zambini turned to talk to me. "You really like her, don't you?"
I glared at him. "Hell no, I don't even know her. We didn't even kiss, before you interrupted. And anyways, why should she be different from any other girl that I liked? Except for the fact that she's a bit more of a pain in the ass, but really, no difference in attraction."
"And the whole getting defensive thing?" He asked curiously. I paused before answering, my eyes shifting to the girl with a mop of tumbling chestnut brown curls, who was now staring at me with her cautious gold- flecked eyes. I looked back at him.
"An involuntary impulse. I happen to be controlling and defensive." I said simply, ignoring the back of my mind.
"Right Malfoy, right."
I hurriedly finished my breakfast and walked out annoyed and frustrated. I had no classes since it was Saturday, so I stepped outside and walked briskly to the nearest tree and slid down on it. It must've been only five minutes, when Granger came tumbling out the door I just came through and stomped towards me. Her eyes were narrowed in slits, and she was glancing back nervously every five seconds as if she was afraid of one of her good ol' Gryffindor pals was going to see her talking to a forbidden Slytherin. Right, like the prudes would dare come out in this drizzly, gray weather.
"We have to talk about last night, or else I'll have it on my conscience forever." She scowled.
"I'm not in the mood."
"Malfoy, if you think everything has to go according to your mood, you're mistaken. " She reached down and jerked me up by my arm. I stood up and brushed myself off, glaring at her. "We're talking NOW. C'mon!" She grabbed my arms and dragged me off somewhere farther into a patch of trees. When we stopped, she let go and explained, "So people don't see us."
"Afraid of ruining your reputation by having Potter and the redhead spot you with me?" I asked snidely.
"Exactly." She said in a matter-of-fact tone.
She sighed. "Anyways, what you did that night was uncalled for, and, just, really... UNEEDED. MALFOY, I'M NOT ANOTHER ONE OF YOUR ONE TEMPORARY AMUSEMENTS!!" Her temper seemed to get the best of her as she threw her hands up in the air in exasperation.
"Temporary amusements." I regarded the term carefully. "What an imaginative use of your vocabulary." She looked so terribly inviting at the moment, with her eyes sparkling with something I couldn't place, and her hair slightly damp, making it curl in waves around her face. I couldn't resist as I slowly slid my knuckles down the side of her face, and I watched her breathe in carefully, slowly, as if she was trying to gain some self- control.
I had that effect on people.
After a moment of complete silence, she slowly pushed my hand away, and ran a hand through her hair, closing her eyes. "The POINT is," She continued, "that I don't need this information to be spread around."
"I think you gave us the idea last night." I smirked remembering her threat to cook us into stew.
She ignored my comment. "I know, but I don't think you quite got the message yet. Please, the only favor that I will ever ask you in MY LIFE is to don't repeat anything that ever happened last night. Not to brag to your... eh, friends." She pronounced her words very carefully, pausing at the end, as if my friends were really inhuman or something. "That's all I ask. Please. I will never bother you again; make threats, do you bodily harm, nothing. JUST, don't tell anybody. I'm actually begging you, Malfoy. Work with me here."
Hermione's POV
I watched him suspiciously and hopefully as he sighed and rubbed his hand on his forehead. I took this pause into my own advantage to study him at the moment. Since it was Saturday, we were allowed to dress in normal clothing, so I couldn't help but notice his jeans were quite tight on his... butt, and he seemed to have a really nice one. I started to cough madly to distract myself and rid of my disgusting thoughts of a certain Slytherin. This caused him to break his train of thought and look up.
He shook his head. "Whatever hell... yea, just... just go back to your Gryffindor friends and leave me the hell alone." I was so shocked at his answer and the fact that he actually went along with me that I threw my arms around his waist and hugged him as I hard as I could. Intense relief and happiness makes you insane and misguided like that. And yet I couldn't help thinking the hug felt really nice.
After a moment, he hugged me back. YES, HE DID. For reasons, I cannot fathom, but he hugged me back nonetheless. And he smelled really nice. Spicy, mysterious, boyish, but nice. His body was so warm, compared to the cold surrounding weather. But his T-shirt was so soft so I took advantage of the moment and rested my head on his chest. I felt his cheek rest on top of my head perfectly.
It felt all serene and perfect; perhaps I was delirious, therefore making me irrational.
Oh lord, maybe the house elves spiked the orange juice.