Title: Sleep All Day
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters involved in this story. In other words, I don't own Hermione or Draco in any way, story of my life.
A/N: This is a D/Hr story; it's basically a love story without the added angst, even though I do have a wee bit in this story. I love Reviews, even if you're flaming me, just as long as you have a reason. Criticism Welcome! It motivates me.
Summary: New Hermione, too much for Draco handle?
Ch.4 p.2: Transfer of energy.
"Oh, what a lovely day, to have a slice of humble pie..."
--Jason Mraz
Story
It had been a month since their last encounter, both had done and excellent job of scheduling their time around each other. Whenever they would accidentally bump into one another, there was an awkward silence, and all they did was stare, until one looked away.
Quidditch season had begun, to Hermione delight. It gave her time in which she could do her studies. She found she couldn't concentrate if she knew he was in the common room or even the private of his own dormitory. If it wasn't for Quidditch and the library Hermione wouldn't have been able to uphold her top grade marks. She flinched when she was him, not because she was afraid but because...actually she had no idea why she was so nervous around him. It wasn't the butterflies in your stomach nervous, but the nauseating stomach pain you feel when you know something bad was going to happen.
Even though she hid it, best she could, she knew people could tell there was something different about her. Even Draco noticed. It was strange, but since that night, something happen to Hermione; she grew a backbone, she no longer took things lying down. If ever Draco happens to speak to her, saying something snide, she'd respond with something equally rude. But her personality wasn't the only thing that changed, she didn't want to sound vain, but she noticed she had gotten pretty appealing. Even some of her fellow classmates noticed both girls and boys. She saw Pansy tighten the grip around Draco's neck whenever she walked by, as if to say, he's mine. All she thought was, as if. Her hair was no longer bushy but straight, with little curls at the tips, she even had shape, curvy in all the right places. Maybe it was her new found composure that made her attractive, but the old Hermione was no more, she was confident and walked with finesse.
It was a rainy Saturday afternoon and Draco was at the frst mach of the season, Slytherin against Ravenclaw. She knew the whole school was there, but Hermione decided she'd catch up some homework before she didn't have the chance, if anyone asked, she'd say she felt a bit under the whether. After she finish her last bit of work, she decided she go down in the common room to some reading, she had taken out a book on Auroras and was itching to read it. She had just settled in a chair close to the fire, when she heard the portrait move, and saw the slender Slytherin walking though it, as wet as the ocean, clenching his arm. She looked up at him, watching him walk passed her, not even acknowledging her presence.
She figured they'd probably lost and that's why he was in a bad mood. Like when is he ever not, she thought contradicting herself. With the new Hermione came insanity. She breathed heavily and began reading, picking up where she'd left off.
A few minutes later she saw a tall shadow though the fire place. He was leaning against the entrance way to the common room, his left shoulder touching the wall, his arms folding, his legs straight out on a diagonal, one overlapping the over. She stared at him; his hair was tossed, still wet. He looked amazing in just a white long sleeve shirt and blue plad bottoms. She figured she'd have to say something, but before she could, he spoke, "Hogwarts, A History?" She knew he was mocking her, but she couldn't help but chuckle. Maybe it was kindness in his voice that made her think, he came in peace.
"No, actually, it's umm... a book about Aurora's," she said softly, lifting it for him to see.
"Oh really,' he said with his eyebrows raised.
"Yeah, I fancied a change."
"Change is good," he said moving toward the couch in front of the fire on the other side of Hermione.
"It never hurt."
"Yeah but being an Aroura might," he said struggling to find a comfortable spot.
"And what's that suppose to mean," she said getting a bit defensive.
"It means, are you sure you can handle it?'
"Thanks for the concern but I'm capable of making that decision on my own."
"Suit yourself, but if I were you I'd do something that didn't involve getting hut, perhaps, a librarian?' He suggested.
Hermione was flabbergasted, who does he think he is?
She stood up, and walked over to him; She bended slightly, looking him dead in the eye. You could see the flames from the fire place, glaring in her eyes. She leaned in, and whispered in his ear.
"If I were you Malfoy, I wouldn't worry too much about me, people might start to get the wrong idea, the ridicule and ostracism that would follow, wouldn't be good for your complexion, and personally I don't think you could handle that." She said coolly. She gave him a sarcastic, pity grin and walked to her dormitory, leaving Draco to catch his breath.
Draco ignored Hermione on Sunday, not letting a toe step outside his room.
On Monday, Hermione awoke with a start, she felt anew. She smiled thinking about the night before. She looked out her window and realized that it was just after day break. She went into the bathroom, after washing her face, she gazed at her reflecting, loving it. As she started to change into her robes, an idea hit her like a bat to a ball. Instead of changing she went down to the common room and sat, waiting for Draco. She knew he was awake because she heard muffled sounds coming from his room. Moments later she saw a half asleep Draco stagger into the common room.
"Morn-ing," she said in a sing song way, like a five year child would.
He looked at her as if she was on drugs; he shrugs it off, ignoring her. He began to walk past her when she said, "Not so fast mister." He turned to look at her.
"What," was all he managed.
"Well, I woke up, feeling, a bit drafty."
'And?' He said.
"Well, seeing as though I'm a feeling so sick, I don't think I can make it to my classes today."
"Again, what does that have to do with me?'
"I have Potions with Slytherin in the morning and I was wondering if you could be so kind as to getting any homework, notes, things that I'll miss."
"And why could I do that?
"Well, you don't really have a choice," she said in a matter of fact way, shaking her head, still using the peppy voice.
"Excuse me?' he asked.
She got up and walked over to him, she circled around him, he followed her, not breaking eye contact.
"Unless you want every one in school to know that you slept with a Mugblood, I suggest that you do."
"You wouldn't," he said tempting her.
"Oh believe me, I would."
He looked at her in disbelief.
"It's called transfer of energy Malfoy, get use to it," she said walking back to her dormitory, Draco still standing in the middle of the floor.
A/: Looks like it's going to be a three maybe fourth part saga, I just don't know anymore. Do you like it? ..:Review:..