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Disclaimer: Ok sad to say, I own nothing you read in this story, just the plot. Everything else is J.K. Rowling and of course the town is obviously not mine. The character, Alex, is though, so I do own something!
"Draco! Stop it! This isn't funny!" Hermione eyes widened as Draco remained motionless. 'He's not joking.' She thought. 'He would have woken up by now, right? Oh, what am I suppose to do, CPR or something?'
She shook him one last time, as if hoping he would jump up. When he didn't she whimpered softly. "Oh, I really don't want to do this."
She had taken a course on baby-sitting one summer. They had taught her how to do CPR as well as the Heimlich maneuver and what to do if they are vomiting in their sleep. Yummy stuff. Slowly she lowered her face to his, grimacing and closing her eyes as she did. She wanted to scream. 'Why? Why did he have to do this to her? Couldn't he have passed out on someone else?'
As slowly as she dared, she met his mouth with her own to do CPR. She couldn't do it, however. As soon as her face was close enough, Draco's hands shot up and cupped her face. She was too shocked to do anything. Before she knew it, he was kissing her. She shrieked against his lips but he wouldn't let go. She slapped him across the face; still he refused to stop kissing her.
Finally, he pulled away. His breathing was heavy and his hair was messed up, several bangs fell into his forehead. He looked at Hermione like he had never seen her before. His eyes warmed as her chocolate-brown ones filled with confusion, all traces of real anger vanishing. Still, she insisted on playing it out.
"You... you... why did you do that? What do you think you were doing?! You scared me half to death and then you kiss me? I can't believe you sometimes, Draco. You really are-"
She was cut off by Draco who kissed her again, then laughed. The second kiss was merely to shut her up. The first one, he convinced himself had been provoked by her presence so close to him. He wanted to see her reaction too and it was worth it. He pushed a strand of curly brown hair out of her eyes. "I had you so fooled, Hermione. You should have seen your face!" his voice rose in pitch, mimicking a frightened girl. "Draco? Oh Draco, stop! This isn't funny!"
Her eyes sparkled, but not with anger. She was shocked that he did this to her. He had kissed her three times in the past couple of days, and he thought nothing of it. He laughed at it! He didn't kiss her because he loved her, of course not! He kissed her to get a reaction, to make her shut up, to cause her pain. She always wanted her kisses to be special, romantic. Yet here was this, this guy kissing her for the fun of it, ruining all her dreams of her romance and love. He was hurting her in the worst possible way... and she was a fool for him.
"Oh, come on, Hermione. You know it wasn't that bad! You know you wanted too. Why do you look so upset?" Draco searched her face for answers, for anything that would give away her feelings for him, but she remained vacant. He was slightly upset about this but he wouldn't let it show for a moment. If she could hide it, so could he. He had now begun to realize his feelings for this mysterious brown-eyed girl ran deeper than he had thought.
She stood up and turned away. As she walked towards the bathroom she said, "You know, Draco, kisses are suppose to be special. They are supposed to mean something. If I were you, I wouldn't waste them on someone you can't stand, someone like me. My kisses are supposed to be special too, not taken for granted."
Before he could say anything, she shut the bathroom door and ran herself a bath. As she soaked, her mind kept wondering back to him and that scene in the living room. Why had he done that? Was he that desperate for... whatever he was desperate for? What would that be... companionship, love? Yeah right.
She laughed out loud at the thought of Draco being a loving person towards anyone but his perfect pure-blood girlfriends that followed him around Hogwarts. Maybe that's why he kissed her. Maybe he missed Pansy and the rest of his fan club. That's disgusting! She cleared the thoughts out of her head by sinking to the bottom of the tub where she could hear nothing, she was safe. Proud as she was of her ability to hold her breath forever what she saw when she opened her eyes forced her to open her mouth in an underwater gasp.
She rose to the surface, coughing and sputtering while managing to choke out, "Myrtle! What do you think you are doing?"
The ghost smiled at her pain and laughed. "I'm checking up on you and ferret-face of course! What, did you think Dumbledore would let you loose in the world to wreak havoc on the poor muggles? Without checking up on you?" she added the last part as if it didn't really matter. Outside the door, Hermione could hear rapidly approaching footsteps.
"Hermione, what happened? Are you alright?" Draco's voice sounded worried, as if her life meant the world to him and more.
"I'm fine, Draco. I just got a little surprise from Myrtle. Go back to being you and kissing whatever girl you get your hands on!" She was surprised by the anger in her own voice. She hadn't meant for the last part to come out. Sure, she had been thinking it, but she knew by saying it, she would either anger him, or let him know she cared... or both.
"What?! Hermione, I've never even kissed another girl before you! What makes you think that I've kissed enough to earn me a reputation?" He didn't sound angry. Only shocked and hurt.
"You're lying!" Hermione shrieked through the closed door. She had always been able to recognize a lie in someone voice. Besides, his kiss had not been that of an inexperienced young man. She couldn't have been his first. His lies only hurt her more.
There was a pause. Then, Myrtle exclaimed, "Well, everything is normal here. See you later!" and faded away. There was another pause. Hermione began to think that Draco went away, too. Then, a soft voice drifted through the silence, shattering it like glass.
"You're right, I am lying. That's not the way to gain your trust, is it? Alright, I have kissed some one else, but she was a mistake! I'd tell you more but its uncomfortable talking to a door..." He sounded uncomfortable, and sad for that matter. He really wanted to talk.
Hermione got out of the bath, got dressed and combed her hair. Then, she walked out to the living room where Draco was sitting and sat next him. "Tell me."
Draco sighed and looked down at his hands, unable to look at her without wanting to run his fingers through her hair and hold her close. He shook himself before starting. "As you've probably guessed, it was Pansy. I never did like her, not the way she liked me. As a friend, she was fine, and then she started demanding more than that. I told her flat out: No. Still, she wouldn't leave me alone. One night she went too far. She drugged my pumpkin juice with a love potion she stole from Snape. It was in his special store because of the intensity of it. I was in the grip of that potion for three months. Three months, Hermione and I couldn't do anything. After that I had been so angry at her, I think she gave up because she's never bothered me to be her boyfriend since."
Hermione shivered. Everything he said had been true. She could feel it. She suddenly felt drowsy and worn out. She leaned up against him and spoke into his shirt. "That sounds like Ron sometimes. Once he tried to drug me. Harry, what a friend, stopped him and told me about it. I suppose I forgave him because he hadn't gotten as far as drugging me before being stopped. He won't leave me alone, even after I told him I don't like him."
Draco felt her slowly drift to sleep and he did nothing to stop her. Instead he picked up her book and frowned when he read the cover. So the muggles do know who Potter is. Who told them? Was this woman a muggle or was she one of them, a witch? He dismissed the subject with a shrug. He was sure Hermione was concerned enough for the both of them.
Beside him, she mumbled in her sleep. Only a little bit of what she said was clear enough to understand. "I'm going home..."
Soon after, he too joined her in sleep and they remained there the whole night.
Hermione woke up with her head on the cushions on the couch. She sat up straight and looked around. Alex's book was on the table beside her, closed with two different pages book marked. Draco had started reading it too. Speaking of Draco... where was he?
A shadow filled the doorway and Hermione felt her jaw drop as she looked up. There he was, looking around for something and hardly noticing her at all. He walked in and ran a hand through his blond hair in thought. He was shirtless and she couldn't help but notice his muscle-covered stomach. 'He must work out a lot.' She thought to herself.
Draco looked at her and laughed. She realized her mouth was hanging open still and shut it before she would start drooling. He walked around the room still searching. "Hermione, have you seen any money or anything? My shirts filthy and I need another one..."
"Your closet doesn't supply you with clothes? Mine does, I couldn't live without changing every day." She replied following him out of the corner of her eye. He disappeared into the bedroom and reappeared a moment later tugging a T-shirt over his head.
"Thanks. I never would have thought of that. My money must be in my other shirt. Now I don't have to waste it on clothes." He smiled down at her with sparkling eyes. She shivered for some reason, and then she got up and went into the bathroom.
She only took a ten-minute shower. Because she had bathed the night before, she didn't think she smelled, but still she had to be on the safe side. Who knows? Maybe she smelled like Draco's cologne. She stepped out of the bathroom scrunching her hair to make it curl. On the way she bumped into Draco.
This time, it was his turn to gape. She had tried something new today. Instead of her usual long-sleeves or T-shirt, she wore a spaghetti strap tank top and her jeans were baggy with a tear on one knee. Her belt was black with a star and several chains were attached to it, winding around her leg to her pocket and a belt loop. She looked kind of tough, but definitely like an outsider. Her curly hair softened the look a bit and so did the smile she gave Draco as he gulped like a fish.
"You look different today. Why the change in wardrobe?" he finally managed to choke these words out of his tightened throat. She looked so beautiful in that outfit. She had been beautiful before, but this... this was just too much for him to handle smoothly.
"I always wanted an outfit like this. I found it in the closet. You don't think it looks bad do you?" she sounded worried, as if he would determine her fate and he would judge what others thought of her. She was expressing her self through and outfit that was very creative as well as cool.
"You look great! You're being different in a way everyone will accept. I like it, Hermione." She smiled at him and he felt his cheeks turn red. 'What's wrong with you, Malfoy? Snap out of it! She wouldn't like you, not the way you like her. Certainly not after the way you treated her...' He thought to himself. Another voice in his head was slowly winning him over, becoming more heard than the first. 'She is nice to look at though, isn't she? She has a very natural beauty and the whole punk look was something Draco had been looking for, rare as it seemed to be.'
"Hello? Draco, are you alright?" Hermione's voice broke through his thoughts bringing him back to the real world. He shook himself, smiled at her and went to the bedroom. She followed him.
"Hey, where did you get money anyways? It is, of course, real muggle money right?" she asked.
"Of course it's muggle money! They have the strangest money I've ever seen, though. Look at this! Its paper, isn't that weird? It's like its fake or something! I got it by doing yard work for people. I'm saving up to get us home."
"Us?" Hermione raised an eyebrow at him. Did he mean what she thought he meant?
"Yes, you and me. We are going home I need to join that fight against my father. I've wanted to for a long time now. Now that it's out in the open that I'm a muggle-born lover like Dumbledore, he's bound to come looking for me, so why not lead the fight to him?" He seemed perfectly calm about fighting his father, a battle he may not get out of alive. It frightened her slightly.
"What about the others? How will they get back home?"
"Hermione, I can only do so much. Would you rather return soon, or wait until next year?" Draco gave her his vacant stare, the one he used to let children know they were wrong in a question of common sense. Hermione looked at her feet.
"Oh, alright, but I'm telling Ginny to save money too."
A/N well, disappointed? Love it? Hate it? Let me know... please review!! I will update soon, I promise. I'm going on vacation for a week soon!!
Disclaimer: Ok sad to say, I own nothing you read in this story, just the plot. Everything else is J.K. Rowling and of course the town is obviously not mine. The character, Alex, is though, so I do own something!
"Draco! Stop it! This isn't funny!" Hermione eyes widened as Draco remained motionless. 'He's not joking.' She thought. 'He would have woken up by now, right? Oh, what am I suppose to do, CPR or something?'
She shook him one last time, as if hoping he would jump up. When he didn't she whimpered softly. "Oh, I really don't want to do this."
She had taken a course on baby-sitting one summer. They had taught her how to do CPR as well as the Heimlich maneuver and what to do if they are vomiting in their sleep. Yummy stuff. Slowly she lowered her face to his, grimacing and closing her eyes as she did. She wanted to scream. 'Why? Why did he have to do this to her? Couldn't he have passed out on someone else?'
As slowly as she dared, she met his mouth with her own to do CPR. She couldn't do it, however. As soon as her face was close enough, Draco's hands shot up and cupped her face. She was too shocked to do anything. Before she knew it, he was kissing her. She shrieked against his lips but he wouldn't let go. She slapped him across the face; still he refused to stop kissing her.
Finally, he pulled away. His breathing was heavy and his hair was messed up, several bangs fell into his forehead. He looked at Hermione like he had never seen her before. His eyes warmed as her chocolate-brown ones filled with confusion, all traces of real anger vanishing. Still, she insisted on playing it out.
"You... you... why did you do that? What do you think you were doing?! You scared me half to death and then you kiss me? I can't believe you sometimes, Draco. You really are-"
She was cut off by Draco who kissed her again, then laughed. The second kiss was merely to shut her up. The first one, he convinced himself had been provoked by her presence so close to him. He wanted to see her reaction too and it was worth it. He pushed a strand of curly brown hair out of her eyes. "I had you so fooled, Hermione. You should have seen your face!" his voice rose in pitch, mimicking a frightened girl. "Draco? Oh Draco, stop! This isn't funny!"
Her eyes sparkled, but not with anger. She was shocked that he did this to her. He had kissed her three times in the past couple of days, and he thought nothing of it. He laughed at it! He didn't kiss her because he loved her, of course not! He kissed her to get a reaction, to make her shut up, to cause her pain. She always wanted her kisses to be special, romantic. Yet here was this, this guy kissing her for the fun of it, ruining all her dreams of her romance and love. He was hurting her in the worst possible way... and she was a fool for him.
"Oh, come on, Hermione. You know it wasn't that bad! You know you wanted too. Why do you look so upset?" Draco searched her face for answers, for anything that would give away her feelings for him, but she remained vacant. He was slightly upset about this but he wouldn't let it show for a moment. If she could hide it, so could he. He had now begun to realize his feelings for this mysterious brown-eyed girl ran deeper than he had thought.
She stood up and turned away. As she walked towards the bathroom she said, "You know, Draco, kisses are suppose to be special. They are supposed to mean something. If I were you, I wouldn't waste them on someone you can't stand, someone like me. My kisses are supposed to be special too, not taken for granted."
Before he could say anything, she shut the bathroom door and ran herself a bath. As she soaked, her mind kept wondering back to him and that scene in the living room. Why had he done that? Was he that desperate for... whatever he was desperate for? What would that be... companionship, love? Yeah right.
She laughed out loud at the thought of Draco being a loving person towards anyone but his perfect pure-blood girlfriends that followed him around Hogwarts. Maybe that's why he kissed her. Maybe he missed Pansy and the rest of his fan club. That's disgusting! She cleared the thoughts out of her head by sinking to the bottom of the tub where she could hear nothing, she was safe. Proud as she was of her ability to hold her breath forever what she saw when she opened her eyes forced her to open her mouth in an underwater gasp.
She rose to the surface, coughing and sputtering while managing to choke out, "Myrtle! What do you think you are doing?"
The ghost smiled at her pain and laughed. "I'm checking up on you and ferret-face of course! What, did you think Dumbledore would let you loose in the world to wreak havoc on the poor muggles? Without checking up on you?" she added the last part as if it didn't really matter. Outside the door, Hermione could hear rapidly approaching footsteps.
"Hermione, what happened? Are you alright?" Draco's voice sounded worried, as if her life meant the world to him and more.
"I'm fine, Draco. I just got a little surprise from Myrtle. Go back to being you and kissing whatever girl you get your hands on!" She was surprised by the anger in her own voice. She hadn't meant for the last part to come out. Sure, she had been thinking it, but she knew by saying it, she would either anger him, or let him know she cared... or both.
"What?! Hermione, I've never even kissed another girl before you! What makes you think that I've kissed enough to earn me a reputation?" He didn't sound angry. Only shocked and hurt.
"You're lying!" Hermione shrieked through the closed door. She had always been able to recognize a lie in someone voice. Besides, his kiss had not been that of an inexperienced young man. She couldn't have been his first. His lies only hurt her more.
There was a pause. Then, Myrtle exclaimed, "Well, everything is normal here. See you later!" and faded away. There was another pause. Hermione began to think that Draco went away, too. Then, a soft voice drifted through the silence, shattering it like glass.
"You're right, I am lying. That's not the way to gain your trust, is it? Alright, I have kissed some one else, but she was a mistake! I'd tell you more but its uncomfortable talking to a door..." He sounded uncomfortable, and sad for that matter. He really wanted to talk.
Hermione got out of the bath, got dressed and combed her hair. Then, she walked out to the living room where Draco was sitting and sat next him. "Tell me."
Draco sighed and looked down at his hands, unable to look at her without wanting to run his fingers through her hair and hold her close. He shook himself before starting. "As you've probably guessed, it was Pansy. I never did like her, not the way she liked me. As a friend, she was fine, and then she started demanding more than that. I told her flat out: No. Still, she wouldn't leave me alone. One night she went too far. She drugged my pumpkin juice with a love potion she stole from Snape. It was in his special store because of the intensity of it. I was in the grip of that potion for three months. Three months, Hermione and I couldn't do anything. After that I had been so angry at her, I think she gave up because she's never bothered me to be her boyfriend since."
Hermione shivered. Everything he said had been true. She could feel it. She suddenly felt drowsy and worn out. She leaned up against him and spoke into his shirt. "That sounds like Ron sometimes. Once he tried to drug me. Harry, what a friend, stopped him and told me about it. I suppose I forgave him because he hadn't gotten as far as drugging me before being stopped. He won't leave me alone, even after I told him I don't like him."
Draco felt her slowly drift to sleep and he did nothing to stop her. Instead he picked up her book and frowned when he read the cover. So the muggles do know who Potter is. Who told them? Was this woman a muggle or was she one of them, a witch? He dismissed the subject with a shrug. He was sure Hermione was concerned enough for the both of them.
Beside him, she mumbled in her sleep. Only a little bit of what she said was clear enough to understand. "I'm going home..."
Soon after, he too joined her in sleep and they remained there the whole night.
Hermione woke up with her head on the cushions on the couch. She sat up straight and looked around. Alex's book was on the table beside her, closed with two different pages book marked. Draco had started reading it too. Speaking of Draco... where was he?
A shadow filled the doorway and Hermione felt her jaw drop as she looked up. There he was, looking around for something and hardly noticing her at all. He walked in and ran a hand through his blond hair in thought. He was shirtless and she couldn't help but notice his muscle-covered stomach. 'He must work out a lot.' She thought to herself.
Draco looked at her and laughed. She realized her mouth was hanging open still and shut it before she would start drooling. He walked around the room still searching. "Hermione, have you seen any money or anything? My shirts filthy and I need another one..."
"Your closet doesn't supply you with clothes? Mine does, I couldn't live without changing every day." She replied following him out of the corner of her eye. He disappeared into the bedroom and reappeared a moment later tugging a T-shirt over his head.
"Thanks. I never would have thought of that. My money must be in my other shirt. Now I don't have to waste it on clothes." He smiled down at her with sparkling eyes. She shivered for some reason, and then she got up and went into the bathroom.
She only took a ten-minute shower. Because she had bathed the night before, she didn't think she smelled, but still she had to be on the safe side. Who knows? Maybe she smelled like Draco's cologne. She stepped out of the bathroom scrunching her hair to make it curl. On the way she bumped into Draco.
This time, it was his turn to gape. She had tried something new today. Instead of her usual long-sleeves or T-shirt, she wore a spaghetti strap tank top and her jeans were baggy with a tear on one knee. Her belt was black with a star and several chains were attached to it, winding around her leg to her pocket and a belt loop. She looked kind of tough, but definitely like an outsider. Her curly hair softened the look a bit and so did the smile she gave Draco as he gulped like a fish.
"You look different today. Why the change in wardrobe?" he finally managed to choke these words out of his tightened throat. She looked so beautiful in that outfit. She had been beautiful before, but this... this was just too much for him to handle smoothly.
"I always wanted an outfit like this. I found it in the closet. You don't think it looks bad do you?" she sounded worried, as if he would determine her fate and he would judge what others thought of her. She was expressing her self through and outfit that was very creative as well as cool.
"You look great! You're being different in a way everyone will accept. I like it, Hermione." She smiled at him and he felt his cheeks turn red. 'What's wrong with you, Malfoy? Snap out of it! She wouldn't like you, not the way you like her. Certainly not after the way you treated her...' He thought to himself. Another voice in his head was slowly winning him over, becoming more heard than the first. 'She is nice to look at though, isn't she? She has a very natural beauty and the whole punk look was something Draco had been looking for, rare as it seemed to be.'
"Hello? Draco, are you alright?" Hermione's voice broke through his thoughts bringing him back to the real world. He shook himself, smiled at her and went to the bedroom. She followed him.
"Hey, where did you get money anyways? It is, of course, real muggle money right?" she asked.
"Of course it's muggle money! They have the strangest money I've ever seen, though. Look at this! Its paper, isn't that weird? It's like its fake or something! I got it by doing yard work for people. I'm saving up to get us home."
"Us?" Hermione raised an eyebrow at him. Did he mean what she thought he meant?
"Yes, you and me. We are going home I need to join that fight against my father. I've wanted to for a long time now. Now that it's out in the open that I'm a muggle-born lover like Dumbledore, he's bound to come looking for me, so why not lead the fight to him?" He seemed perfectly calm about fighting his father, a battle he may not get out of alive. It frightened her slightly.
"What about the others? How will they get back home?"
"Hermione, I can only do so much. Would you rather return soon, or wait until next year?" Draco gave her his vacant stare, the one he used to let children know they were wrong in a question of common sense. Hermione looked at her feet.
"Oh, alright, but I'm telling Ginny to save money too."
A/N well, disappointed? Love it? Hate it? Let me know... please review!! I will update soon, I promise. I'm going on vacation for a week soon!!