Deliverance: Chapter 6
Hermione had slept quite peacefully during the night, all except for a rather strange dream that had involved her and Draco hunting for squirrels in Egypt. Nonetheless all thoughts of this particularly disturbing dream were lost as she opened her eyes to find Draco's face hovering only inches from her own.
"What do you want for breakfast?" he asked rather nonchalantly. He got up from her bed and walked over to the door where a small house elf stood. The house elf was now staring happily at the fully awake Hermione.
"Um... A bagel I suppose. And a glass of pumpkin juice would be nice Thank you." Hermione had now gotten out of the bed and was proceeding towards the bathroom, her arms full of beauty products and a pair of clothes to wear that day. She had picked out a pair of worn in jeans and a black tank top, if she didn't have to go to class she might as well dress casually. On her way she thought she heard Draco grumble something about her not eating enough, which wasn't the case at all. Hermione just never really had much of an appetite at breakfast. When Hermione had returned from her shower she found her breakfast waiting for her, oddly enough she saw that Draco had ordered the same thing she had. She looked rather skeptically at the buttered bagel Draco was currently devouring.
"A bit Hypocritical aren't we?" She said while staring disapprovingly at Draco's bagel. He looked up at her slightly embarrassed, that same purplish color began to creep back into his cheeks. She really wished he wouldn't do that, it may have been cute but he certainly looked a lot better when he wasn't blushing... wait a second did she really just say the words cute and Draco in the same sentence together? Apparently her dream wasn't the only weird thing that would happen today. Draco having finished his bagel decided to try and begin a conversation, being as awkward silences (which do have their moments) just aren't all that enjoyable.
"So...Did you sleep well?" He asked, true this was kind of a corny question to use to start a conversation but at least it was better than talking about the weather. She looked at him for a moment wondering just how crazy he would think her if she were to tell him about the dream she had. In the end she decided not to bring it up and made a mental note to never go to Egypt.
"I slept alright." She said rather blandly. They soon lapsed back into an awkward silence. It was Hermione's turn to think of something to say. After racking her brain for a couple of minutes, she finally remembered that there was a big quidditch game between Gryffindor and Slytherine.
"Hey Draco..." questioned Hermione "If they're playing that big quidditch game today and your stuck here ...who's going to play seeker for Slytherine?" Draco pondered this question for a moment nut was unable to come up with a good answer. "Well..." she said "If you want I could make it so we could see the game..." Draco looked up happily and nodded in approval. Hermione walked over to where her trunk lay beside her bed. She quickly rifted through a couple of stacks of books (rather large books at that) before she settle on a small red book bound in leather. She flipped through the pages for a minute or two before finding the page she had been looking for. Carrying the open book in one hand and her wand in the other she placed herself a short distance in front of where Draco was sitting. She used her wand to make a large rectangular shape in the air before saying "Aerio Octiclo" and then shortly after "Hogwarts quidditch game". As soon as she said this a large holographic looking screen appeared in the place that Hermione had drawn the rectangular shape. On the screen the game of quidditch was heating up. Gryffindor had scored 55 points and Slytherine had scored 60. Harry could be seen circling overhead looking for the snitch and apparently Blaise Zabini had taken Draco's place as seeker. Since Draco seemed to approve of his temporary replacement, Hermione figured that he must be a pretty good seeker. Her suspicions were confirmed when it was Blaise and not Harry who caught the snitch. And even though it wasn't her team that had one she couldn't help but cheer for Harry's defeat. After the quidditch game ended Hermione removed the screen by tapping on it three times and repeating the original charm.
"So what now?" asked Hermione. Draco looked up at Hermione, he paused for a moment then shrugged his shoulders. "Well I don't suppose you want to do homework do you?" Draco looked up in mock terror at the mention of doing homework "Thought not." She replied her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Well you must be able to think of something fun to do." His infamous smirk appeared.
"Well there is one thing..." he said, Hermione was about to ask what this one thing could possibly be but she was cut short by the placing of Draco's lips upon her own. Hermione was startled at first but she quickly gave in to the kiss. Soon her mind had completely stopped thinking about anything (except for the kiss that is) eventually however they both had to come up for air. As soon as Hermione's oxygen was replenished her mind began to race. Whereas during the kiss her mind had been completely carefree, right now there was hardly anything she wasn't thinking. Finally she just gave up on thinking altogether 'What the hell' she thought, this time it was Draco's turn to be surprised, he hadn't really thought that she would kiss him back, but that's exactly what she did. They continued to do this for a good 7 or 8 minutes before they finally decided to actually talk about what had just happened. After the kissing had subsided there was a slightly awkward silence between the two. It was Hermione who spoke first.
"Draco...what the hell did we just do?" She asked sounding slightly embarrassed. Draco just smiled.
"Well Hermione I believe that would be called kissing, or as some might refer to it making out." He seemed very smug and he obviously wasn't nearly as troubled by the whole situation as Hermione was. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Well I know that..." She replied rather huffily "what I meant was... well what does it mean?" Draco chuckled softly to himself.
"Generally..." He replied calmly "I would say that if two people kiss, it means that they like one another... and just so I can skip over any other questions you may have... Will you be my girlfriend?" Hermione looked flabbergasted, she didn't know if she should kiss Draco (again) or if she should slap him.
"Well I ... uh ... um... ok." Was the only way hermione was able to respond. Draco smiled contentedly up at Hermione. Before Hermione could say or do anything else Draco took hold of her hand and sat her down beside him on the sofa (the only real piece of furniture other than the beds.) for a happy cuddling session. Generally it was a nice way to start off the day. The rest of that day and the rest of the week were spent basically the same way. That is until the very last night that they were to spend in the room together.
The next morning:
"DRACO! I can't find my underwear! Have you seen it? Bloody hell! Dumbledor will be here any minute and I can't find my underwear." Draco just smiled. He was still lying on the bed being much to lazy to actually get up.
"Did you look at the foot of the bed? ... Oh... wait here they are... they were under the covers." He quickly tossed Hermione's underwear back to her, then he once again plopped back down onto the bed.
"DRACO! GET YOUR LAZY ASS OUT OF THAT BED! Dumbledor is coming and.... Oh for gods sake put some clothes on." Hermione may have been yelling... but the fact that she was smiling like crazy was enough to make it clear that she wasn't really mad. About fifteen minutes later Dumbledor finally arrived. He congratulated the two upon passing the test and told them that they would indeed be next years head boy and girl. The test was now over, and in all honesty Draco and Hermione weren't all that happy that it was. Nevertheless Dumbledor escorted the two smiling students back to the great hall.
Hermione had slept quite peacefully during the night, all except for a rather strange dream that had involved her and Draco hunting for squirrels in Egypt. Nonetheless all thoughts of this particularly disturbing dream were lost as she opened her eyes to find Draco's face hovering only inches from her own.
"What do you want for breakfast?" he asked rather nonchalantly. He got up from her bed and walked over to the door where a small house elf stood. The house elf was now staring happily at the fully awake Hermione.
"Um... A bagel I suppose. And a glass of pumpkin juice would be nice Thank you." Hermione had now gotten out of the bed and was proceeding towards the bathroom, her arms full of beauty products and a pair of clothes to wear that day. She had picked out a pair of worn in jeans and a black tank top, if she didn't have to go to class she might as well dress casually. On her way she thought she heard Draco grumble something about her not eating enough, which wasn't the case at all. Hermione just never really had much of an appetite at breakfast. When Hermione had returned from her shower she found her breakfast waiting for her, oddly enough she saw that Draco had ordered the same thing she had. She looked rather skeptically at the buttered bagel Draco was currently devouring.
"A bit Hypocritical aren't we?" She said while staring disapprovingly at Draco's bagel. He looked up at her slightly embarrassed, that same purplish color began to creep back into his cheeks. She really wished he wouldn't do that, it may have been cute but he certainly looked a lot better when he wasn't blushing... wait a second did she really just say the words cute and Draco in the same sentence together? Apparently her dream wasn't the only weird thing that would happen today. Draco having finished his bagel decided to try and begin a conversation, being as awkward silences (which do have their moments) just aren't all that enjoyable.
"So...Did you sleep well?" He asked, true this was kind of a corny question to use to start a conversation but at least it was better than talking about the weather. She looked at him for a moment wondering just how crazy he would think her if she were to tell him about the dream she had. In the end she decided not to bring it up and made a mental note to never go to Egypt.
"I slept alright." She said rather blandly. They soon lapsed back into an awkward silence. It was Hermione's turn to think of something to say. After racking her brain for a couple of minutes, she finally remembered that there was a big quidditch game between Gryffindor and Slytherine.
"Hey Draco..." questioned Hermione "If they're playing that big quidditch game today and your stuck here ...who's going to play seeker for Slytherine?" Draco pondered this question for a moment nut was unable to come up with a good answer. "Well..." she said "If you want I could make it so we could see the game..." Draco looked up happily and nodded in approval. Hermione walked over to where her trunk lay beside her bed. She quickly rifted through a couple of stacks of books (rather large books at that) before she settle on a small red book bound in leather. She flipped through the pages for a minute or two before finding the page she had been looking for. Carrying the open book in one hand and her wand in the other she placed herself a short distance in front of where Draco was sitting. She used her wand to make a large rectangular shape in the air before saying "Aerio Octiclo" and then shortly after "Hogwarts quidditch game". As soon as she said this a large holographic looking screen appeared in the place that Hermione had drawn the rectangular shape. On the screen the game of quidditch was heating up. Gryffindor had scored 55 points and Slytherine had scored 60. Harry could be seen circling overhead looking for the snitch and apparently Blaise Zabini had taken Draco's place as seeker. Since Draco seemed to approve of his temporary replacement, Hermione figured that he must be a pretty good seeker. Her suspicions were confirmed when it was Blaise and not Harry who caught the snitch. And even though it wasn't her team that had one she couldn't help but cheer for Harry's defeat. After the quidditch game ended Hermione removed the screen by tapping on it three times and repeating the original charm.
"So what now?" asked Hermione. Draco looked up at Hermione, he paused for a moment then shrugged his shoulders. "Well I don't suppose you want to do homework do you?" Draco looked up in mock terror at the mention of doing homework "Thought not." She replied her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Well you must be able to think of something fun to do." His infamous smirk appeared.
"Well there is one thing..." he said, Hermione was about to ask what this one thing could possibly be but she was cut short by the placing of Draco's lips upon her own. Hermione was startled at first but she quickly gave in to the kiss. Soon her mind had completely stopped thinking about anything (except for the kiss that is) eventually however they both had to come up for air. As soon as Hermione's oxygen was replenished her mind began to race. Whereas during the kiss her mind had been completely carefree, right now there was hardly anything she wasn't thinking. Finally she just gave up on thinking altogether 'What the hell' she thought, this time it was Draco's turn to be surprised, he hadn't really thought that she would kiss him back, but that's exactly what she did. They continued to do this for a good 7 or 8 minutes before they finally decided to actually talk about what had just happened. After the kissing had subsided there was a slightly awkward silence between the two. It was Hermione who spoke first.
"Draco...what the hell did we just do?" She asked sounding slightly embarrassed. Draco just smiled.
"Well Hermione I believe that would be called kissing, or as some might refer to it making out." He seemed very smug and he obviously wasn't nearly as troubled by the whole situation as Hermione was. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Well I know that..." She replied rather huffily "what I meant was... well what does it mean?" Draco chuckled softly to himself.
"Generally..." He replied calmly "I would say that if two people kiss, it means that they like one another... and just so I can skip over any other questions you may have... Will you be my girlfriend?" Hermione looked flabbergasted, she didn't know if she should kiss Draco (again) or if she should slap him.
"Well I ... uh ... um... ok." Was the only way hermione was able to respond. Draco smiled contentedly up at Hermione. Before Hermione could say or do anything else Draco took hold of her hand and sat her down beside him on the sofa (the only real piece of furniture other than the beds.) for a happy cuddling session. Generally it was a nice way to start off the day. The rest of that day and the rest of the week were spent basically the same way. That is until the very last night that they were to spend in the room together.
The next morning:
"DRACO! I can't find my underwear! Have you seen it? Bloody hell! Dumbledor will be here any minute and I can't find my underwear." Draco just smiled. He was still lying on the bed being much to lazy to actually get up.
"Did you look at the foot of the bed? ... Oh... wait here they are... they were under the covers." He quickly tossed Hermione's underwear back to her, then he once again plopped back down onto the bed.
"DRACO! GET YOUR LAZY ASS OUT OF THAT BED! Dumbledor is coming and.... Oh for gods sake put some clothes on." Hermione may have been yelling... but the fact that she was smiling like crazy was enough to make it clear that she wasn't really mad. About fifteen minutes later Dumbledor finally arrived. He congratulated the two upon passing the test and told them that they would indeed be next years head boy and girl. The test was now over, and in all honesty Draco and Hermione weren't all that happy that it was. Nevertheless Dumbledor escorted the two smiling students back to the great hall.