Bad me, bad bad bad, me. I'm so sorry this took like a month guys.
A pillow? He was resorting to throwing pillows at her. What a childish was to solve a problem. Then she looked over at him and saw the smirk on his face just before he threw another pillow, green this time, at her. He missed, and instead knocked over her ink bottle, spilling it all over her homework.
As she turned to look at the mess and Draco felt a shot of fear run through him. If there was one thing he had learned about Hermione, it was never mess with her homework.
The actually damage wasn't so bad, nothing that a little cleaning spell couldn't fix, but Hermione decided it was her turn to have a little fun.
She turned around slowly, the perfect look of anger of her face. Draco felt his blood run cold.
"You're a dead man Draco," she seethed. Great, he was a goner. In a flash, she pulled her wand out and glued him to the spot.
"Now Hermione, remember to keep you temper in check. It was an accident," he pleaded.
Hermione advanced on him, as she plastered and evil grin on her face. Serves him right for making me feel guilty, she thought.
"What are you going to do to me?" asked Draco, his voice sort of shaking. He couldn't help but remember the sting her slap had left on his face in third year.
It was a good question, what was she going to do to him. Then the perfect plan came to her, what was the one thing Draco hated more then anything, Gryffindors of course.
"Oh, nothing, nothing permanent that is." She said, then while whispering a spell she pointed her wand at him. He threw his arms up in front of himself, and braced for the worst. And like that, all of his clothing became red and gold, and a button clearly stating I love Gryffindor, was pinned to his chest. Hermione couldn't hold it anymore, she burst out laughing.
"Oh Draco, you should see your face!" He straitened up, and felt his face and limbs, too make sure nothing was where it shouldn't be. Then he opened his eyes thinking Hermione had done nothing to him. When he saw her face he quickly looked down, and discovered what she had done to his clothing.
He had lost the ability to form sentences. "Hermione, I, what, how agg!"
"Oh don't worry, it'll only last for a day, but I must say Mr. Malfoy, those are great colours on you."
"I'm going to go change now," he said hurrying into his room.
Hermione turned her attention to cleaning the ink off of her papers, while she waited. "One, two three..."
"Ahh!" came Draco's scream from his bedroom. "How the hell did you manage to cast that spell on everything? My boxers are red and gold; even my socks are red and gold!"
"It was a colourictus charm, but I magnified it. Oh get that look off your face, I told you, it'll be gone by tomorrow."
"You know, you would have made a good Slytherin," he said as he turned around. He grabbed another pillow, and before Hermione had any idea what he was doing he threw it at her, actually hitting her this time.
"You're messing with the wrong girl Draco. I was the champion pillow fighter of every slumber party."
"Less talk more fight," replied Draco throwing yet another pillow in her direction. This time she got it, and gripping it by the end, hit him right back.
The madness of pillows and fighting went on for a good hour, if not more, before they were both to exhausted to lift their pillows more then a centimeter.
"Wow, I think that was the longest and most energetic pillow fight I've ever been in," said Hermione as she collapsed onto the couch.
"That's for sure, of course, it was also my first pillow fight. Which I suppose is a good thing," Draco said as he too collapsed onto the couch.
"Ya, I guess it is." Hermione glanced over at him, and saw that most of the red had faded out of his clothing, and had been replaced with green. The green and gold really complimented each other, better then any of the real house colours did anyways.
"See, what did I tell you? Your clothes are already changing back," Hermione said. Draco looked down, and then a look of relief flowed to his face.
"Oh thank goodness! No offence sweetie, but red and gold aren't the sort of colors I'd want to wear in public," he said.
They had lapsed into a comfortable silence when Hermione realized it. Had he just called her sweetie? Or had she heard wrong? She glanced over at him. He had his eyes shut, and his head was drooping on the top part of the couch. (A/N- what is that part of a couch called anyways?) She decided that she had heard wrong. Draco Malfoy just wasn't the kind of guy to use cute pet names.
His voice startled her out of her thoughts. "Hermione, can I ask you something?"
"Sure, go ahead."
"Would you like to come home with me for Christmas?"
"What?" she exclaimed, sitting up strait and twisting around to look at him. "Are you serious?" Draco just nodded.
"Well, it was just an idea, I mean if you don't want to then..." Draco said opening his eyes and looking into Hermione's.
"No, it's not that. It's just; I'm really not the kind of girl Lucius Malfoy would welcome into his home."
"Oh, right that. Well, its not going to be a problem, my parents are going away. I'll have Malfoy manor all to myself."
"Well, that's a whole different story then. I'd love to go, but I'll have to make sure its ok with my parents first."
"Of course," said Draco. Then he shut his eyes again and laid his head back into the couch. Hermione curled up next to him and rested her head on his shoulder.
"Oh, that's the other thing I wanted to ask you," said Draco.
"Mm," replied Hermione.
"What's a slumber party?"
Hermione just laughed, and while snuggling in closer, she began to explain the muggle girl right of passage that is the slumber party (A/N-or sleep over, which every you prefer.)
Wow, so that wasnt really very good was it And it was short too. I'd love to tell you that the next chapter will be sooner, it's highly likely it wont be. Between school and rehersals, I barely have time to do all the other stuff I;m suposed to do, let alone right more chapters. I will however, try my hardest to get the next chapter up asap. Well, review and tell me what you thought anyhow.