OMG!!! I am SOOOO sorry that I took so long! I was writing chapter six and got carried away. I'm writing chapter eight now! ;
Yes… well, here's chappy six. When I said that it would open up with a bang, I MEANT it!
Disclaimer: I don't own harry potter.
Chapter 6: Not the best way to wake up…
Draco smiled to himself. Was it just him, or was his bed strangely warmer than it usually was? The rest of the day had passed quickly. Hermione had gotten out of bed fifteen minutes after he had left her, they had eaten dinner silently, which didn't bother him one bit… although, he was starting to get a tiny kink in his neck. After that, they talked for a bit and went into their own beds soon after. All in all, it had been fairly quiet. Draco snuggled closer to the source of the heat, falling back into a deep sleep.
Hermione was also having a fairly good night's rest. She felt warmer than she usually did in her bed, which pleased her. What was strange is how the heat seemed to be wrapped around her body protectively. It was like… well… magic! No… it was so much better than magic. If only it wasn't so hard to describe! She tried with all her might to open her eyes, but to no avail. She had no energy left in her body to do such an unruly task. She simply moved closer to the warmth, letting it surround her. It wasn't until later, when she felt something tickling her nose that she bothered to move. She pulled her face back, but it continued to pester her.
"Crookshanks… stop…" She pushed the annoyance back and froze. When had Crookshanks' hair become so silky? Was it someone else's cat? She opened her eyes, and as soon as everything came into focus, she wished she hadn't even bothered. The warmth was gone. Her face went pale. She tried to scream, but her vocal cords had failed her. Moments later, Draco stirred. His eyes opened. Blue eyes met brown and he too became pale.
"AUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
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"Harry?"
Harry turned to his best friend. "Yeah?"
"Did you hear that?" Harry raised an eyebrow.
"Hear what? He asked, slightly perplexed.
"Well, I could've sworn I heard Hermione scream…" Harry couldn't help but chuckle.
"No… I didn't hear anything." He replied still smiling. Ron shrugged.
"Hm… Must have been my imagination…"
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Now… where were we? Oh yes!
"AUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"
The two leapt apart, gasping for air. Draco was the first to start yelling again.
"What the HELL were you doing in my BED?!" He roared. Hermione glared.
"YOUR bed? This is MY bed!"
"I never LEFT my bed! You were obviously sleepwalking!!!"
"I have NEVER sleepwalked in my LIFE!! You're the one that's sleepwalking!!"
The two looked around, frantically trying to find proof that they were innocent. To their horror, there was only one bed. It was bedecked with green and red throw pillows and was twice as large as the beds they owned before.
"Shiiiiit…." Draco moaned, falling into the huge pile of throw pillows. "This just keeps getting better and better…" He watched as Hermione curled up into a ball at the end of the bed, her face buried in her hands.
"What happened, last night…?" She asked, more to herself than to Draco. The Slytherin shrugged.
"Dunno." He replied. "I wonder how it's going to ruin our lives tonight…" He added coldly. Hermione let out a whimper of fear, not wanting to know what would happen.
"Now what?" Hermione asked, looking back up at Draco.
"Breakfast?" He suggested out of the blue. Hermione rubbed her eyes and smiled.
"Sure…" She replied. The two leapt off the bed and headed for the kitchen
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"Bloody hell!!" Ron cried, bashing his head against the wall. "Three whole days without Hermione!!! I don't think I can stand another day without her!" Harry chuckled to himself.
"Yeah, only because she helped with your homework." He teased. Ron shot a glare at Harry, who continued to laugh.
"Shut up!" Ron snapped. "I'm getting the hang of it! Now, what who was that guy that wore the jellyfish on his head?"
Harry laughed lightly before replying. "Uric the oddball." He replied, leaning back in his chair. "Yep, definitely improved."
"Hey! That's not funny!" Ron cried, chucking a gold ball at Harry. To their horror, that ball was the snitch that they had bought from Hogsmeade. The small golden orb sprouted wings and began to fly this way and that.
"Thanks a lot, Ron!" Harry cried as he went off to catch the snitch. "You'll pay for that!!!"
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The morning passed slowly… a little too slowly for either of their liking. Ever since the little incident in the bedroom, an uncomfortable silence had fallen in the rivalry room. Now, the two were silently hoping for an argument. Oh, how they needed another fight! It just wasn't the same without one!
Hermione glanced over at Draco, who sat on the couch. Oh, how she prayed that he would start teasing her! She never thought she would say it, but she missed his taunting. Life was so much more stressful without him! It was as if he was a human stress ball, a place where you could let out all of your anger. That was probably why he picked on her all the time. It was a strange relationship once you thought about it, but it wasn't so bad.
"Draco?"
The blonde turned to Hermione, a look of boredom on his face "Hmm?"
Hermione let out a sigh. "Why aren't we fighting?" She asked, sitting down on the couch beside him. Draco shrugged.
"I dunno. Maybe because of… the incident this morning?" He suggested.
"Maybe…" Hermione murmured. She then turned to him, a serious look on her face. "Draco… we need to fight." The Slytherin looked at her in surprise, but then nodded in understanding.
"You're right." He replied. "My neck hurts from the lack of arguing."
"Well… do you have any ideas?" Hermione asked, standing up. Draco followed her actions, but shook his head.
"Nothing." He muttered. Hermione let out another sigh, and eventually went into thinking mode. All of a sudden, her head snapped up, a bright smile on her face.
Hermione kicked the Slytherin in the shins, causing him to cry out in pain.
"AUGH!! Damn it, Granger! What the hell was that for, you stupid mudblood?!"
"Oh! I've gone back to mudblood now?!" Hermione shot back.
"Well you are!"
"I am not, you stupid bastard Malfoy!!"
"Ugh! I can't stand you!"
"Well, the feeling's mutual!!" Hermione screamed. Suddenly, a smile appeared on her face.
"Feel better?"
"Yeah." Draco replied, giving the back of his neck a quick rub. "Thanks!"
"No problem." The Gryffindor said sweetly. With that, The two went their different ways, silently laughing at their incident. Hermione traveled to the kitchen while Draco went… somewhere else.
The Gryffindor bent down, looking into the refrigerator for anything that they could make. Fortunately, each morning, the fridge refilled itself with new, fresh food for each day. And with each day, different foods would appear, creating a variety in their diet.
Hermione pulled out a chocolate bar from the cupboard as she continued to search for their lunch.
"Hmm… Let's see… cabbage… no… sandwiches… maybe…" She took a small bite of her chocolate. "Hey! It's dark chocolate!" With that, she took a bigger bite. Her eyes traveled to the fridge once again and she paused. There was pop! Root beer, Cola, Sprite, Ginger ale, Orange and Grape Pop, cream soda the works!
Hermione pulled out a bottle of sprite, still not believing her eyes. "They have… muggle drinks here?" Hermione grinned. "Thank you, Fred and George!!"
"What the hell are you cheering about?" Hermione turned just as Draco came into the kitchen. He bent down and saw the array of bottles. "Isn't that what you called 'soda-pop' in muggle studies?" Hermione nodded. "Why is it called that?" he asked curiously.
"Well, the drink is full of bubbles." She explained as she shook her own drink and opened it slowly. When you drink it, the bubbles pop in your mouth. That's probably what makes it so popular." Draco nodded slightly. Hermione then handed him one root beers. "Try it. You might like it."
Draco gave her a look of uncertainty, which made her frown. "Come on! It's a muggle product! It's not like it's going to bite you or anything!"
Draco opened the bottle slowly; still unsure of what would happen. Did Hermione jinx it? Would she jinx it? He wasn't entirely sure.
The Slytherin took a small sip of the strange liquid. Suddenly, a bubbling sensation spread through his mouth. He swallowed the root beer, letting that same sensation travel to his stomach.
"Whoa." He murmured, looking down at the bottle. "That's amazing… especially for a muggle drink!" The young Gryffindor giggled slightly before taking a sip of her own drink.
"Welcome to my world, Malfoy."
TBC…
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