Chapter 5
After two hours of Malfoy attempting to play an instrument, and most of the time breaking said instrument, they were all in a pretty bad mood. Except Ron who hadn't stopped laughing hysterically for the whole entire time. Harry was beginning to wonder how Ron could go for so long without oxygen. They had went through almost every instrument imaginable, from the tambourine to a 12string acoustic guitar until in desperation Hermione conjured a Grand Piano.
Malfoy's eyes lit up at the sight of this, he clapped his hands gleefully while running across the room, the delight shining from his face made Harry feel uncomfortable for some reason. He jumped over the still gasping Ron to sit down at the piano. He ran through several pieces of music, from Bach, to Queen, all done beautifully and very, very well.
Ron, by this point was staring at Malfoy, a malevolent frown on his face, waiting for him to stop playing. The whole group stared at Draco, amazed, and entranced by the quality of the playing. Suddenly, Ron let out a bloodcurdling yell and charged at Malfoy, intent on beating him to a pulp.
"Locomotor Mortis!" cried Hermione, not wanting their newly discovered player damaged. Ron, cursing, fell heavily to the floor.
Draco looked over the edge of the piano to the figure on the floor beside it. He smirked at Ron as he struggled to get up and get to Malfoy. Thankfully Hermione's hex was strong enough that he could not break it.
Harry shook his head. He was tired, had a headache, and was definitely very uncomfortable in certain anatomical regions. Damn why did he have to look so...so...damn it! Why in all seven hells was he thinking things like this anyways?
"Good. We have a piano player." He said coldly as he turned to put up his guitar. "I'm going to bed." He said without looking at anyone else. He left the room forgetting to pick up his bag with his songs in it.
~~~~~ 3 weeks later...~~~~~
Hermione sighed as she sank onto the couch next to her boyfriend. They had just spent another practice where absolutely nothing got accomplished. She was tired, slightly pissed, and a little on the frustrated side. Between Harry's coldness, Ron and Malfoy demanding more and more practices, and the fact they still did not have a drummer, she and Vince had not had any alone time in a long while. Did she mention she was frustrated?
But tonight she had put her foot down, literally, on Malfoy's. He had jumped around whining for 15 minutes like the pansy he was before even that wasn't funny anymore. She had had enough she had snapped at them as she angrily packed up her guitar.
They were acting like a bunch of teenagers, she completely ignored the fact that they were teenagers, and she was tired of their petty squabbling. She was going to her room and getting out of here before she seriously hurt someone. It did not escape her attention that Harry had said nothing and had his equipment packed and had left the room before she was done with her rant. There was something wrong with him and she made a point to remember to ask him later, when she wasn't so angry.
Vince had said nothing simply packing his guitar, gathering their things, and escorting her out of the room as quickly as he could manage. He loved her yes, but, when she got like this she scared the living hell out of him. His respect for Harry and Ron had grown after the first time he had been on the receiving end of her wrath. He still had nightmares.
He finally managed to calm her down and was intending the rest of the night to be nothing more than a serious snogfest, when she sighed again and sent him a sad look. He knew what that look meant...she wanted to talk...damn, he knew he should have went back to his own room when he had the chance. He sighed softly and sent her a questioning look.
"What's wrong?"
"Is this the right thing to do?"
Vince felt his heart stop beating at her question. Was she going to break up with him just because Ron and Draco could not get along? "What do you mean?"
She waved her hand and shrugged her shoulders before replying, "I just...I don't feel comfortable anymore." She said softly as tears gathered in her eyes.
Vince sat there stiffly not daring to move for fear of shattering where he was. He did not know what to say so he said nothing. He couldn't breath let alone think. He felt his throat close up but he forced himself to speak as he stood.
"I...I will go then." He said harshly as he stumbled towards the door.
"Go? Vin where are you going?" Hermione asked confusion heavy in her tone.
Vince turned to stare at the woman who meant more to him than anything ever would or could. What he saw made his heart pound and a smile brighten his face. Hermione, his lover, was sitting forward on the couch a hand out to stop him, confusion and fear on her face, and tears falling onto her pale cheeks.
"Vin?" she asked tearfully.
"I thought..." he began but stopped when her tear filled eyes narrowed.
"Thought what Vin?"
He knew not saying anything would hurt her more than if he just said what he felt, something he had learned quickly, as he said as plainly as he could around the lump in his throat, "I thought you meant us."
"Did you now?" She said smoothly as she stood and walked towards him. All traces of tears were gone from her eyes and they were left glittering in the light from the fire. Merlin she was beautiful, he thought.
Hermione walked up to stand in front of him and stared deep into his eyes before standing on her tip toes and reaching a hand up around his neck drew him down into a kiss that conveyed exactly what she had meant. Vince couldn't keep the groan from escaping when she pulled back and stared at him in mock anger.
"Don't you ever do that again Vincent Gregory Crabbe!" She said huffily. He smiled at her and lifting her up into his arms fell back into the kiss that had minutes ago curled his toes with its passion.
After two hours of Malfoy attempting to play an instrument, and most of the time breaking said instrument, they were all in a pretty bad mood. Except Ron who hadn't stopped laughing hysterically for the whole entire time. Harry was beginning to wonder how Ron could go for so long without oxygen. They had went through almost every instrument imaginable, from the tambourine to a 12string acoustic guitar until in desperation Hermione conjured a Grand Piano.
Malfoy's eyes lit up at the sight of this, he clapped his hands gleefully while running across the room, the delight shining from his face made Harry feel uncomfortable for some reason. He jumped over the still gasping Ron to sit down at the piano. He ran through several pieces of music, from Bach, to Queen, all done beautifully and very, very well.
Ron, by this point was staring at Malfoy, a malevolent frown on his face, waiting for him to stop playing. The whole group stared at Draco, amazed, and entranced by the quality of the playing. Suddenly, Ron let out a bloodcurdling yell and charged at Malfoy, intent on beating him to a pulp.
"Locomotor Mortis!" cried Hermione, not wanting their newly discovered player damaged. Ron, cursing, fell heavily to the floor.
Draco looked over the edge of the piano to the figure on the floor beside it. He smirked at Ron as he struggled to get up and get to Malfoy. Thankfully Hermione's hex was strong enough that he could not break it.
Harry shook his head. He was tired, had a headache, and was definitely very uncomfortable in certain anatomical regions. Damn why did he have to look so...so...damn it! Why in all seven hells was he thinking things like this anyways?
"Good. We have a piano player." He said coldly as he turned to put up his guitar. "I'm going to bed." He said without looking at anyone else. He left the room forgetting to pick up his bag with his songs in it.
~~~~~ 3 weeks later...~~~~~
Hermione sighed as she sank onto the couch next to her boyfriend. They had just spent another practice where absolutely nothing got accomplished. She was tired, slightly pissed, and a little on the frustrated side. Between Harry's coldness, Ron and Malfoy demanding more and more practices, and the fact they still did not have a drummer, she and Vince had not had any alone time in a long while. Did she mention she was frustrated?
But tonight she had put her foot down, literally, on Malfoy's. He had jumped around whining for 15 minutes like the pansy he was before even that wasn't funny anymore. She had had enough she had snapped at them as she angrily packed up her guitar.
They were acting like a bunch of teenagers, she completely ignored the fact that they were teenagers, and she was tired of their petty squabbling. She was going to her room and getting out of here before she seriously hurt someone. It did not escape her attention that Harry had said nothing and had his equipment packed and had left the room before she was done with her rant. There was something wrong with him and she made a point to remember to ask him later, when she wasn't so angry.
Vince had said nothing simply packing his guitar, gathering their things, and escorting her out of the room as quickly as he could manage. He loved her yes, but, when she got like this she scared the living hell out of him. His respect for Harry and Ron had grown after the first time he had been on the receiving end of her wrath. He still had nightmares.
He finally managed to calm her down and was intending the rest of the night to be nothing more than a serious snogfest, when she sighed again and sent him a sad look. He knew what that look meant...she wanted to talk...damn, he knew he should have went back to his own room when he had the chance. He sighed softly and sent her a questioning look.
"What's wrong?"
"Is this the right thing to do?"
Vince felt his heart stop beating at her question. Was she going to break up with him just because Ron and Draco could not get along? "What do you mean?"
She waved her hand and shrugged her shoulders before replying, "I just...I don't feel comfortable anymore." She said softly as tears gathered in her eyes.
Vince sat there stiffly not daring to move for fear of shattering where he was. He did not know what to say so he said nothing. He couldn't breath let alone think. He felt his throat close up but he forced himself to speak as he stood.
"I...I will go then." He said harshly as he stumbled towards the door.
"Go? Vin where are you going?" Hermione asked confusion heavy in her tone.
Vince turned to stare at the woman who meant more to him than anything ever would or could. What he saw made his heart pound and a smile brighten his face. Hermione, his lover, was sitting forward on the couch a hand out to stop him, confusion and fear on her face, and tears falling onto her pale cheeks.
"Vin?" she asked tearfully.
"I thought..." he began but stopped when her tear filled eyes narrowed.
"Thought what Vin?"
He knew not saying anything would hurt her more than if he just said what he felt, something he had learned quickly, as he said as plainly as he could around the lump in his throat, "I thought you meant us."
"Did you now?" She said smoothly as she stood and walked towards him. All traces of tears were gone from her eyes and they were left glittering in the light from the fire. Merlin she was beautiful, he thought.
Hermione walked up to stand in front of him and stared deep into his eyes before standing on her tip toes and reaching a hand up around his neck drew him down into a kiss that conveyed exactly what she had meant. Vince couldn't keep the groan from escaping when she pulled back and stared at him in mock anger.
"Don't you ever do that again Vincent Gregory Crabbe!" She said huffily. He smiled at her and lifting her up into his arms fell back into the kiss that had minutes ago curled his toes with its passion.