Synopsis: Draco and Hermione are bickering, yay, I love bickering! Ron
broke up their last fight, how ncie of him!
A/N: Once again, sorry about the wait!
Disclaimer: This is JKR's except the dumb long-winded plot line
"Ugh, Draco, it's nearly 2:30 in the morning and we haven't come up with ANYTHING."
"I can tell time, you know."
"Don't start with me, Malfoy," Hermione glared at him. It had been nearly a week since their big fight, Draco was learning not to push her buttons quite as much as he used to.
"Yes, I'm sure you'd rather be off somewhere reading a book or something, but you've got to stay here and help."
Hermione suddenly gasped, "Draco! You're brilliant!!!"
"'Scuse me?"
"Books!"
"Um, yeah Hermione, they've got pages in them... and words and everything."
"NO! THAT can be what the Yule Ball is!"
"People come as books?"
Hermionen groaned and shook her head, "Are you REALLY the big of an idiot? NO, they come as characters from literature!! You know, Antony and Cleopatra, MacBeth and Lady MacBeth, Romeo and Juliet, Lizzie and Darcy, Elinor and Edward! It's brilliant! Oh, I could just kiss y-" Hermione abruptly broke off. "...Kiss your, er, shoes."
All of a sudden, Hermione became extremely interested in the feathers on her quill. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of silence, Draco cleared his throat.
"So, we have that meeting with Dumbledore tomorrow at eleven, which is bollox, it cuts into the Hogsmeade visit."
"Oh, well, atleast we have something to report. That is, if the idea is all right with you?"
"Sure, I don't care. I only hope the girl I go with likes recent books with normal-looking blokes in it."
Hermione gave him a wry smile, "That's the spirit, Draco." She stifled a yawn. "Well, it's late, and, unless you have anything else, I'd like to go to bed."
"No, I'm all for bed, too." He stood up and stretched. He extended a hand to Hermione to help her up off the floor where she was seated.
"Wow," she said, "Your hands are really cold."
"Oh, uh, sorry."
She giggled a bit, "Nothing to be sorry for." She walked towards her door, and called over her shoulder, "Night, Draco."
He rubbed his eyes and yawned again, "Night, Honey."
She spun around, "WHAT did you just say?"
"I said 'Night Hermione'." He replied to her, not looking phased, "What'd you think I said?"
"Oh, nothing, good night."
They each dissappeared into their rooms.
'Holy shit, that was close,' Draco thought, 'I can't believe I said that out loud! It's not like I was THINKING it... Too many long nights.'
Across the study, Hermione sank into her bed, 'I can't belive I said I could kiss him! It's not like I was THINKING it... Too many long nights.' She, too, drifted off to sleep.
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"Hermione? Hermione?" Draco shouted through her door.
Hermione sat up and groggily rubbed her eyes. "Wha'dyou want?"
"Uh, it's quarter to eleven."
"Errrrggggg. Bollox, I'll be out in a second!" She jumped out of bed and walked over to her wardrobe. Glancing around in it quickly, she pulled out grey trousers, a fitted white shirt, and a grey jumper (SWEATER!!). Hermione mumbled a cleaning charm at her hair, and threw it up into a bun. She walked out of her room two minutes later, where she found an impressed looking Draco waiting.
"What?"
"Well, I don't think I've ever seen a girl get dressed so quickly, that's all."
"Oh, you should talk, you take longer than I do getting ready in the morning! Come off it, I know you leave the water running in the shower while you do your hair, just to cover the noise!"
Draco bristled, "I most certainly do NOT!"
Hermione raised her eyebrows at him, "Whatever you say, Fabio, can we go, please?" She walked out of the portrait hole.
"Who is Fabio?"
Hermione laughed, "No one, Draco, hurry up or we're going to be late."
"Fine."
He and Hermione walked briskly up to the gargoyle. "Kendall Mint Cake," Draco said, and it swung open.
Dumbledore was waiting for Draco and Hermione at his desk.
"Ah, good morning Miss Granger, Mister Malfoy."
"Good morning, sir," they both responded.
"Well, yes, I suspect you two want to go to Hogsmeade, so let us get down to business," Dumbledore said. "Have you two come up with some sort of theme or idea for the Ball?"
"Yes sir," Hermione began, "It was actually Draco's idea."
"Excellent! Why don't you tell me then, Mister Malfoy?"
"Errrr, well, we were thinking that couples could come dressed up as, uh, pairs in literature? Like, er, Romeo and, uh, Elinor, or something?"
Dumbledore looked extremely confused, while Hermione stifled her laughter.
"Well, that sounds like a brilliant idea," Dumbledore said. "Now, there is one other issue I must discuss with you. May I ask who you two are both taking to the ball?"
"I, uh, I guess I was planning on taking Pansy or something. Maybe Padma Patil? I haven't really asked anyone," Draco shrugged.
"Me neither, I guess I was figuring Ron, or maybe Dean or Seamus."
"Excellent!" Dumbledore excalimed. "Well, I'd ask, then, for you two to go with eachother. I think it would show a nice message to the school, and since no one is depending on you going with them, you shouldn't have any problems! Is that all right with you?"
Both Hermione and Dsraco sat there, stunned, and did not answer.
"Fabulous! Well, we are done here, I'll tell McGonagall and Snape of your progress. Have a nice time at Hogsmeade! Good bye!" He ushered them out the door.
Hermione and Draco walked, dumbfounded, down to their room. Hermione was the first to speak.
"So, uh, Draco... Who should we go as?"
"Oh, good point. Errrr... This isn't going to be weird, is it?"
"No, of course not, we're only REALLY going together for show, you can still dance with Pansy I'll still dance with Ron. I mean, we only really have to walk in together. So, what's your favorite book?"
"I really don't have a favorite book. I think I'll let you pick out some one."
Hermione flopped down on her chair and stared pensively at the ceiling for a moment. "Brilliant! I've got it! We can go as Lizzie and Darcy from Pride and Prejudice!"
"Sure, whatever, I don't have to wear anything too frilly do I?"
"I think we can find something masculine for you, Draco."
"How spiffing," he said dryly. "Well, are you ready to go?"
"Let me go grab my money purse."
As Hermione walked into her room, there came a knock at the portrait. Draco walked over and opened it, and saw his mother and sister standing there.
"Hi mum, hi Lils, come in."
"Oh, Draco, do you think Lily and I could stay in here for the day while you're out? Peeves got into our room and there's some kind of goo all over the walls, Filch is going to clean it later. But she needs to take a nap, and I just need some place to sit down and read."
"Sure, that'd be fine, mum, Hermione and I are leaving right now for Hogsmeade."
"Oh, that's fine dear. Lily and I won't disturb your work, so don't worry."
Hermione came bustling back out into the study. "Oh, hello Mrs. Malfoy, hello Lily!"
"Hi, Hermione."
"Hello, Hewmione!"
"K, they're staying here while we're gone, and we have to go now, so bye mum, bye Lils." Draco pushed Hermione out the portrait as she called good- bye over her shoulder.
"We have no time! I hate being late," Draco said exasperatedly, leading her to the front hall.
"I know a shortcut we can take, if you really want to."
Draco's eyes lit up and he nodded, and Hermione led the way to the hump- backed witch, and drew her wand.
"Dissendium." The hump slid open.
"So," Draco grunted as he slid down, "THIS is how Potter got back after he threw that mud at me third year."
Hermione laughed, "No comment."
They were soon out in Hogsmeade, and they walked along the main street. Hermione peered in a few windows when a thought struck her.
"What do you want for Christmas?"
Draco turned and gave her a blank look, "You're not gtting me a Christmas present!"
"Well, why not?"
"Well, because I'm already in you debt for the rest of my life, I can't have you buying me things! But what do YOU want for Christmas?"
"I'm not telling you if you're not telling me!" Hermione retorted.
"WHY do women have to be so damn difficult? Let's just go to Madam Malkin's and look for our robes, or whatever they wear in this book of yours. She just opened up a new shop in Hogsmeade"
"Fine by me!"
A/N: THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO REVIEWED!!!!! I really can't do individuals, I kind of do them a lot!! BUT, really, 15 reviews till 20, I promise. It was originally part of 19, but it got way too long and such, so it's pretty much done anyways. THANK YOU ALL!!!
Go read: The Goddess Diaries, and anything by my Scary Twin Squin, that Charlie fic by HallieU (Spiritus Aduro?), I Can't Let You Love Me. I'll think of some more for next chapter, lol.
A/N: Once again, sorry about the wait!
Disclaimer: This is JKR's except the dumb long-winded plot line
"Ugh, Draco, it's nearly 2:30 in the morning and we haven't come up with ANYTHING."
"I can tell time, you know."
"Don't start with me, Malfoy," Hermione glared at him. It had been nearly a week since their big fight, Draco was learning not to push her buttons quite as much as he used to.
"Yes, I'm sure you'd rather be off somewhere reading a book or something, but you've got to stay here and help."
Hermione suddenly gasped, "Draco! You're brilliant!!!"
"'Scuse me?"
"Books!"
"Um, yeah Hermione, they've got pages in them... and words and everything."
"NO! THAT can be what the Yule Ball is!"
"People come as books?"
Hermionen groaned and shook her head, "Are you REALLY the big of an idiot? NO, they come as characters from literature!! You know, Antony and Cleopatra, MacBeth and Lady MacBeth, Romeo and Juliet, Lizzie and Darcy, Elinor and Edward! It's brilliant! Oh, I could just kiss y-" Hermione abruptly broke off. "...Kiss your, er, shoes."
All of a sudden, Hermione became extremely interested in the feathers on her quill. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of silence, Draco cleared his throat.
"So, we have that meeting with Dumbledore tomorrow at eleven, which is bollox, it cuts into the Hogsmeade visit."
"Oh, well, atleast we have something to report. That is, if the idea is all right with you?"
"Sure, I don't care. I only hope the girl I go with likes recent books with normal-looking blokes in it."
Hermione gave him a wry smile, "That's the spirit, Draco." She stifled a yawn. "Well, it's late, and, unless you have anything else, I'd like to go to bed."
"No, I'm all for bed, too." He stood up and stretched. He extended a hand to Hermione to help her up off the floor where she was seated.
"Wow," she said, "Your hands are really cold."
"Oh, uh, sorry."
She giggled a bit, "Nothing to be sorry for." She walked towards her door, and called over her shoulder, "Night, Draco."
He rubbed his eyes and yawned again, "Night, Honey."
She spun around, "WHAT did you just say?"
"I said 'Night Hermione'." He replied to her, not looking phased, "What'd you think I said?"
"Oh, nothing, good night."
They each dissappeared into their rooms.
'Holy shit, that was close,' Draco thought, 'I can't believe I said that out loud! It's not like I was THINKING it... Too many long nights.'
Across the study, Hermione sank into her bed, 'I can't belive I said I could kiss him! It's not like I was THINKING it... Too many long nights.' She, too, drifted off to sleep.
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"Hermione? Hermione?" Draco shouted through her door.
Hermione sat up and groggily rubbed her eyes. "Wha'dyou want?"
"Uh, it's quarter to eleven."
"Errrrggggg. Bollox, I'll be out in a second!" She jumped out of bed and walked over to her wardrobe. Glancing around in it quickly, she pulled out grey trousers, a fitted white shirt, and a grey jumper (SWEATER!!). Hermione mumbled a cleaning charm at her hair, and threw it up into a bun. She walked out of her room two minutes later, where she found an impressed looking Draco waiting.
"What?"
"Well, I don't think I've ever seen a girl get dressed so quickly, that's all."
"Oh, you should talk, you take longer than I do getting ready in the morning! Come off it, I know you leave the water running in the shower while you do your hair, just to cover the noise!"
Draco bristled, "I most certainly do NOT!"
Hermione raised her eyebrows at him, "Whatever you say, Fabio, can we go, please?" She walked out of the portrait hole.
"Who is Fabio?"
Hermione laughed, "No one, Draco, hurry up or we're going to be late."
"Fine."
He and Hermione walked briskly up to the gargoyle. "Kendall Mint Cake," Draco said, and it swung open.
Dumbledore was waiting for Draco and Hermione at his desk.
"Ah, good morning Miss Granger, Mister Malfoy."
"Good morning, sir," they both responded.
"Well, yes, I suspect you two want to go to Hogsmeade, so let us get down to business," Dumbledore said. "Have you two come up with some sort of theme or idea for the Ball?"
"Yes sir," Hermione began, "It was actually Draco's idea."
"Excellent! Why don't you tell me then, Mister Malfoy?"
"Errrr, well, we were thinking that couples could come dressed up as, uh, pairs in literature? Like, er, Romeo and, uh, Elinor, or something?"
Dumbledore looked extremely confused, while Hermione stifled her laughter.
"Well, that sounds like a brilliant idea," Dumbledore said. "Now, there is one other issue I must discuss with you. May I ask who you two are both taking to the ball?"
"I, uh, I guess I was planning on taking Pansy or something. Maybe Padma Patil? I haven't really asked anyone," Draco shrugged.
"Me neither, I guess I was figuring Ron, or maybe Dean or Seamus."
"Excellent!" Dumbledore excalimed. "Well, I'd ask, then, for you two to go with eachother. I think it would show a nice message to the school, and since no one is depending on you going with them, you shouldn't have any problems! Is that all right with you?"
Both Hermione and Dsraco sat there, stunned, and did not answer.
"Fabulous! Well, we are done here, I'll tell McGonagall and Snape of your progress. Have a nice time at Hogsmeade! Good bye!" He ushered them out the door.
Hermione and Draco walked, dumbfounded, down to their room. Hermione was the first to speak.
"So, uh, Draco... Who should we go as?"
"Oh, good point. Errrr... This isn't going to be weird, is it?"
"No, of course not, we're only REALLY going together for show, you can still dance with Pansy I'll still dance with Ron. I mean, we only really have to walk in together. So, what's your favorite book?"
"I really don't have a favorite book. I think I'll let you pick out some one."
Hermione flopped down on her chair and stared pensively at the ceiling for a moment. "Brilliant! I've got it! We can go as Lizzie and Darcy from Pride and Prejudice!"
"Sure, whatever, I don't have to wear anything too frilly do I?"
"I think we can find something masculine for you, Draco."
"How spiffing," he said dryly. "Well, are you ready to go?"
"Let me go grab my money purse."
As Hermione walked into her room, there came a knock at the portrait. Draco walked over and opened it, and saw his mother and sister standing there.
"Hi mum, hi Lils, come in."
"Oh, Draco, do you think Lily and I could stay in here for the day while you're out? Peeves got into our room and there's some kind of goo all over the walls, Filch is going to clean it later. But she needs to take a nap, and I just need some place to sit down and read."
"Sure, that'd be fine, mum, Hermione and I are leaving right now for Hogsmeade."
"Oh, that's fine dear. Lily and I won't disturb your work, so don't worry."
Hermione came bustling back out into the study. "Oh, hello Mrs. Malfoy, hello Lily!"
"Hi, Hermione."
"Hello, Hewmione!"
"K, they're staying here while we're gone, and we have to go now, so bye mum, bye Lils." Draco pushed Hermione out the portrait as she called good- bye over her shoulder.
"We have no time! I hate being late," Draco said exasperatedly, leading her to the front hall.
"I know a shortcut we can take, if you really want to."
Draco's eyes lit up and he nodded, and Hermione led the way to the hump- backed witch, and drew her wand.
"Dissendium." The hump slid open.
"So," Draco grunted as he slid down, "THIS is how Potter got back after he threw that mud at me third year."
Hermione laughed, "No comment."
They were soon out in Hogsmeade, and they walked along the main street. Hermione peered in a few windows when a thought struck her.
"What do you want for Christmas?"
Draco turned and gave her a blank look, "You're not gtting me a Christmas present!"
"Well, why not?"
"Well, because I'm already in you debt for the rest of my life, I can't have you buying me things! But what do YOU want for Christmas?"
"I'm not telling you if you're not telling me!" Hermione retorted.
"WHY do women have to be so damn difficult? Let's just go to Madam Malkin's and look for our robes, or whatever they wear in this book of yours. She just opened up a new shop in Hogsmeade"
"Fine by me!"
A/N: THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO REVIEWED!!!!! I really can't do individuals, I kind of do them a lot!! BUT, really, 15 reviews till 20, I promise. It was originally part of 19, but it got way too long and such, so it's pretty much done anyways. THANK YOU ALL!!!
Go read: The Goddess Diaries, and anything by my Scary Twin Squin, that Charlie fic by HallieU (Spiritus Aduro?), I Can't Let You Love Me. I'll think of some more for next chapter, lol.
