Eight Days a Week
By stefaniaangelone
Chapter 2 – Star-gazing and squabbles
"She's got a ticket to ride,
But she don't care.
I don't know why she's ridin' so high,
She ought to think twice,
She ought to do right by me."
—The Beatles, Ticket to Ride
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Chapter Rating: PG-13 for language and brief sexuality
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"A man can be happy with any woman as long as he does not love her."
—Oscar Wilde
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The wind was below freezing as they made their way outside after dinner later that night. They ambled through the snowy Quidditch field, along the Slytherin stands. "I hate you for this." Hermione shivered, hugging herself. Her nose still glowed pink with three layers of clothing and a scarf on. "I'm terrified of heights." She piped, her breath growing ragged as Draco whipped out his broom. "I'm returning the favor. You're teaching me your best asset now I'm teaching you mine." Hermione backed away. "No, it's really all right—you really, really don't have to, Malfoy."
"I'm terrified of heights!" She yelped as Draco lifted her off the ground and set her onto the floating broom. He got on in front of her and she squeezed him in a tight hug from behind as he began to kick his feet off of the ground. "How can I trust you? You're just planning to kick me off—" "Please, Granger. You give me way too much credit as a cruel, selfish bastard. Now just shut up or I really will push you off." With that, he pushed off the ground, shooting up ten, twenty, thirty feet into the air until they were up in the clouds.
Hermione screamed, unable to hear her own voice while they were up so high. "MALFOY!" She shrieked, hugging him tighter and leaning her head against his back. If she fell off this bloody broom, she'd drag him down too. She was beginning to feel cold, nearly suffocated by the amount of wind choking her in a thick blanket. Draco turned his head to look back at her, a broad grin playing on his lips that almost made Hermione want to scream again. "This isn't so bad is it?" He said loudly. She brought up her head, her eyes wide and fearful. "WHAT?" She yelled back, pulling the thick curls out of her eyes. "I SAID—THIS ISN'T SO BAD IS IT?" Her lip quivered as she brought her head down again, nodding miserably.
She looked at him, only to find him tossing his wand about, uttering an incantation that she couldn't hear. Instantly, the noise of the sky settled down and she could hear herself breathing. "If you think this is something, wait until I show you the tricks I can do—" "Oh no you don't!" Hermione replied in a ragged whisper. "Then how about we go just a little bit higher?" He said, smirking. She gulped, shaking her head. "M-maybe—maybe we could go back to the ground? Please?" Draco laughed, nodding his head finally. "Fine, Granger. But tomorrow I'm showing you how to fly—you're going to sit in front next time and then I'll teacher the rules of Quidditch."
Hermione exhaled deeply when they landed, stumbling off the broom and landing on her back, where she stayed, staring ahead of her at the shimmering stars in the sky. "What are you doing?" Draco asked, cocking an eyebrow at her. "Resting." She replied simply, snuggling deeper into the snowy ground. "Well, I better rest too." Draco said softly, sitting back next to her. "So what are we looking at?" He asked, turning his head to look at her profile. She smiled, shrugging her shoulders. "The stars." She whispered. Draco watched, enthralled, the way her lips moved slowly—very sexy—as she spoke.
"What are—" "You haven't ever done this, have you?" Hermione said, fixing her eyes on his. "No." He admitted, staring at her. "Well," She said, implanting small lines in the snow with her fingertips, "You're supposed to be quiet." She said, watching the sky once more. She closed her eyes and Draco remained gazing at the unexplainably amazing girl lying next to him and he couldn't help but wonder if she considered him a friend.
Hermione buttered her toast, sitting contently at the Gryffindor table very early the next morning in the Great Hall. Only she, a Ravenclaw couple making out in a corner, and a few Hufflepuff nerds were awake at this hour, minding their own business. Hermione did the same, happily eating her breakfast and peering over some textbooks for some last-minute studying just incase. So I was right, the green potion always pours into the red—
The doors suddenly shook and burst open as a slightly groggy and extremely grumpy blonde fled into the Great Hall. "Malfoy, what are you doing up so early?" Hermione asked innocently, looking up at him, chewing down a mouthful of toast. Draco collapsed onto the seat across from her, throwing his head down onto the table and closing his eyes. "Get up," She demanded, dropping her toast on her plate. She stood up and leaned over the table, dragging him by the shoulders and forcing his head up. "You can't sit at this table, you're a Slytherin," She pointed out sternly. His hazy grey eyes were rolling around as he tried to keep his eyes open. "Leave me alone, Granger—can't you see I'm trying to sleep?"
Hermione rolled her eyes. "You can still get nearly two hours of sleep, you idiot! Why'd you come down here?" Draco licked his lips, inhaling sharply. "There's a Potions test—a big one. Maybe you can…tell me some stuff I should know while I…try to go back to…sleep…" Hermione snorted, giving in and letting him press his cheek against the table again. She walked around the table and found her seat again, turning back to her breakfast.
"Maybe if you hadn't wasted all this time doing everything you like to do—eating, sleeping, Quidditch—you could've got some studying time done and you would've been prepared for the test by now—happily sleeping in your own bed—" "Sex," Draco murmured, his lips perking against the table. Hermione choked on her food. "What?" She said, quite alarmed. "Sex—you forgot sex. I like to have sex for a good three hours—" "ALL RIGHT!" Hermione yelped, throwing her toast down and gathering her books. "Okay. I'll just—be going now." She shoved her books into her khaki book bag and slung it over her shoulder, pacing for the exit.
"Wait," Draco said anxiously, jerking up and racing after her. "Come on! You can't honestly tell me you're a virgin—do you have a boyfriend? He must be so patient." She glared at him over her shoulder. "I was only kidding around—loosen up, would you?" He ran his hands up and down her shoulders as if he were 'loosening her up.' "I don't have to loosen up if I don't want to I—" Draco brushed up against her, pushing her back into a wall in the main corridor. "What are—you doing?" She squeaked, eyeing his hand that was firmly resting on her shoulder. Hermione furrowed her eyebrows and pushed him away, hugging her book bag tighter and trudging down the hall then pausing to whirl around angrily, "You must think I'm some vulnerable bitch—I'm not a fucking idiot, Malfoy. I have a bo—don't think you can seduce me or—or—" She stopped, her mouth hanging open slightly. Draco was holding a tiny red leather book, his eyes sparkling.
"Where did—" "You dropped it out on the Quidditch field. I mainly came down her to give it to you." Hermione's eyes were still fierce. "I didn't read it, so don't worry about it. I pulled you aside because I thought you wanted to keep it a secret." He was grinning, which made Hermione feel even stupider. She was a total bitch! Her cheeks glowed scarlet as she accepted the book and stuffed it away in her bag. "Uh—thanks." She blurted out and turned around, ambling down the hall in the opposite direction leaving a highly amused Draco in her wake.
Michael Mericheri waited patiently for his girlfriend outside the Dormitory. He studied the intricate golden designs of what he figured were Greek sculptures. Running a hand through his messy brown hair, he fixed his startling hazel eyes on his watch, growing annoyed. Where was she anyway? She was never late. They were supposed to meet up in her dorm so they could 'study' but Jay had other intentions. They rarely talked about sex and all they rounded was a mere second base. And when she finally agreed to try third her friends had to call in and invite her to a Quidditch match at ten thirty at night before they could even get settled. He was beginning to believe that she'd rather be somewhere else than with him. He sacrificed so much for her! He was the captain of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team and he gave up his Monday nights to sneak up to her dorm—
"Hey," A hand pressed into his back as Hermione walked around him, holding her books up to her chest and slipping into the portrait hole. "Hey baby," Mike said, following her into the common room, dropping his bag on the couch nearest to the fireplace. "I tried calling you last night but your friends said you were out." He said, flopping out onto the sofa. "Yeah, I was," Hermione said, shaking off her robe and pressing down her slightly wrinkled uniform. "I was tutoring a student. No big deal." She sat down next to him, flashing him a bright smile.
He curled his arm around her waist and exhaled, kissing her cheek lightly. "I was thinking about things." He murmured softly. Hermione looked up at him. "Like…?" Mike hesitated, and then said, "Taking our relationship to the next level." Hermione stared into the fire. "What's that?" Mike sighed, shaking his head. "I'll be honest—I don't want to rush you. I'm not pressuring you. But when are we going to give sex a try?" Hermione watched him seriously. "Mike, this isn't a good time…" She began to get up to leave but he caught her arm. She stopped, turning her head to face him. "I love you." He said in a husky voice. Hermione opened her mouth to speak, and then paused. She leaned down to kiss him softly and he jerked up, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her down on the couch with him. She giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck as he kissed her.
"Where are all your little roomies tonight?" Mike whispered, playing with the clasp of her bra through her shirt. Hermione felt up his chest, smiling up at him. "Lena and Andy are at a study group field trip and Draco…" She tried to think. Where would Draco be? The thoughts of Draco making love to a beautiful girl against a wall in the back hallways flooded her mind and she felt almost jealous, some sort of resent was flowing through her boiling blood. Would he be at Quidditch? Maybe. "I don't think he'll show up any time soon." Mike nodded. "Okay. We don't have to have sex but maybe we could just," He held her tightly, "fool around a bit?" He buried his lips into the crook of her neck, making her shiver.
He curled his fingers around the hem of her shirt, lifting it over her head as she did for him. She tightened her fingers around his zipper, undoing it and then removing his jeans. "Mmm—" She let out breathily as he slowly kissed down her chest. Soft padded footsteps prompted Hermione to look up, gasping as she saw Draco standing startled in the doorway, in nothing but a towel, leaving a thick trail of sticky water behind him. He was holding a bundle of his Quidditch uniform with his boots in his arms. "Shit—" Draco blurted as Hermione anxiously pushed Mike off of her, grabbing for her shirt and pressing it to her chest. "God—fuck Malfoy what the hell are you doing—" Mike stumbled backwards, gathering his clothes. He looked up at him. "And what the hell are you doing wandering around in a fucking towel around my girlfriend?"
"Dude, I didn't know she was your girlfriend—I thought she'd be asleep—" "Oh so you could go in and try to—" "You guys! Stop it!" Hermione yelped, her cheeks flaming scarlet. Draco ignored her, fixing his amber eyes upon the green-eyed boy. "Try to what? I fucking respect Hermione you fu—" Mike whirled at him, throwing a punch at the Slytherin's face. "Mike! Michael—stop it!" Hermione ran up to her boyfriend, crying out as Draco ducked away and smashed his fist into Mike's jaw. Mike stumbled back into the couch, grabbing at his mouth. "Oh my god—Draco please—stop—" Hermione dropped her shirt and ran to him, inspecting his jaw. "Look, I didn't—" "Thanks, Malfoy. Just please leave him alone." Hermione said softly, tapping her wand against his jaw and whispering an incantation.
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