Hey guys! I've just started school again and have been so busy. I'm finally updating! Thanks too Lemonpeppachikn, Ayamme13 (yeah, this is a bit perfect, but I had to have somewhere to vent my perfect DH fantasies!), popcornx5, and TomsPink for reviewing. Here we go!
Hermione awoke the next morning to the hot breath of Draco on her ear. She twitched as though to stop him, but he just kept on blowing into her ear.
"Draco, honestly, if you keep doing that you'll be sleeping on the floor!" She said irritably, but then gave a small smile.
"Well, Mya, if you wouldn't wake up so late, I wouldn't have to bother you would I?" Draco countered. Hermione looked at the clock, and sure enough, it was time for breakfast and she was still in bed.
"Oh crap. And I have to eat with the Slytherins today too?!" She moaned. Although she and Draco had been together for a long time, they still ate at their own tables. Draco was still the Prince of Slytherin, with all his housemates looking up to him. Hermione couldn't stand Pansy, and it was quite clear that Pansy thought Draco was her property. At most meals Pansy could be seen trying - seemingly with all her might - to make Draco want her instead of Hermione.
"I know; this day just sucks for you, doesn't it? First, you waked up to the guy you've dated for months, and then you have to see him at breakfast too? My poor angel!" Draco mimicked Hermione's soothing voice, most often used when Lavender and Ron or Ginny and Harry had fought. The two girls, along with Parvati, were Hermione's closest female friends.
"Oh, it's not that bad I guess. I mean, I might finally get Pansy off you." She laughed at the terrified look Draco shot at her.
"Oh thank god! She's the grossest thing I've ever seen, and I saw Voldemort being blown up!" Hermione giggled and slid out of bed, walking over to the closet where her large assortment of clothing was kept.
"I'm dressing, so leave if you'd like." Hermione looked at Draco, who was giving her a look of sheer disbelief.
"You'll let me stay. Not turned around, nothing. What's changed?" Draco asked cautiously.
"Nothing, just thought that since we're living together for real now we'd better get used to changing in front of each other." She smirked and reached for her skirt and shirt, setting them on the chair beside her. "Well, get dressed! I don't want to be too late for breakfast, I'm hungry!"
Draco walked over beside her and pulled out his own uniform, laying it on the bed and beginning to take off his boxers. To his dismay, Hermione remained with her back to him until he'd put on his pants.
"I'm done, 'Mione." He said aloud after finishing. He still had not buttoned his shirt up, but for some reason he knew Hermione wouldn't object. She turned around and looked at him, her shirt unbuttoned as well. Draco smiled and walked over to her, placing his hands on her waist. He pulled her close to his chest and she laid her head down upon it.
"What do you think we have to do? To kill Lucius, you know?" She asked quietly.
"I don't know, but I don't think we got the whole prophecy. I think Dumbledore's hiding part of it." She gave him a quizzical look but then thought for a moment and agreed.
"Yeah, he did stop it a bit too soon; I don't think it was finished. Oh well, we'll know soon enough." She finished buttoning up her shirt, as did Draco; when they'd gotten their books and such they headed down to the Great Hall, hand in hand.
Somewhere in the countryside just outside Hogsmeade a loud cry of agony could be heard, as though a person was being put through the Cruciatus Curse.
When they walked in together, the students in the Great Hall turned their heads to take in the strange sight. It had been so long since they'd first seen Draco and Hermione together, but it was still so strange that it caught attention at every moment. A great whisper erupted as, for the first time, Hermione walked over to the Slytherin table. Pansy Parkinson's voice filled the air shrilly, her anger spilling out verbally.
"Draco, how dare you date this beast, let alone bring her into our honorable presence?" She spat, looking maliciously at Hermione. Draco, however, could not answer, for Hermione had gotten to it first.
"Pansy, how dare you soil the ground of this earth with your ungodly voice and dog like appearance?" She said with a smirk.
"Professor Snape, have you heard that?" She retorted, and soon the teacher had come up behind them with a smirk to rival Draco's.
"Why yes, Parkinson, I have. Potter, ten points for insulting another student; Parkinson, you've lost ten points for actually filling her insult." He turned and walked away, his robes swishing behind him angrily.
Pansy let out a howl which caused the Slytherins to yell at her angrily; Hermione laughed at her and sat down, Draco's arm draped lazily over her shoulders.
"Well, tuck in then, love. Oh, and Pansy, you'd best stop insulting my girlfriend; she's here to stay, but we could stand to lose you."
They ate silently, all except for Pansy, whose great sobs of anger and hurt nearly drowned out the rest of the Great Hall. When a large grandfather clock tolled loudly to signify that classes would start in fifteen minutes, the couple stood and left, holding hands once more.
Dumbledore sat in his office with a tiny smile upon his face as yet another pained screamed ripped through the air. 'It is only a matter of time, now.'
Draco and Hermione had had an uneventful morning, save for the breakfast in which Pansy had been so badly insulted she had refused to come to any classes all day. It didn't harm Draco, though, as he could do without having to watch Hermione's passion come out when she fought with Pansy. It drove him mad, thinking about if she'd be so passionate in bed.
"Draco, are you paying attention? Come on, we've got to get to work on the end of year dance. We haven't chosen a theme or anything!" She smacked him on the arm playfully, as she had come to do quite often. For some reason, she'd just started doing it; she never hit very hard, just enough to be playful.
"I think, perhaps, something like Arabian Nights would be good. All the girls dressed up as belly dancers and the men dressed as sultans. There's a costume shop in Hogsmeade and we've got a trip there the week before the night of the party. What do you think?" Draco eyed her closely, as though picturing what she'd look like in a skimpy belly dancers costume.
"I think it's very good! We could have palm trees and transfigure the Hall into a desert... oh, it would be so pretty! Draco, you're good at this!" She kissed him lightly on the lips before jotting down the theme and scenery ideas.
"Well, I always planned my father's parties. He was never very creative." He smiled at her as she scribbled down things on the parchment. He drew a quick sketch of what it should look like and showed it to her; she gushed about how he was 'such a good artist' and took the picture to show to McGonagall the next day.
When they'd finished, - which was a long time, since they were snacking and playing around while trying to work – they went to bed, Draco holding on to Hermione with one arm draped around her waist in a lazy grip.