SPIN THE BOTTLE
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Chapter Five- Betting
Hermione wandered the halls in silence. She and Malfoy were finally doing their rounds. After the mornings events, Hermione's day had gone horribly. First, in Potions, she had almost added the wrong ingredient twice and Malfoy was sniggering the whole time. Second, in Transfiguration, she couldn't get her ferret to turn into a Chihuahua. During lunch, the whole Slytherin table came over and made kissing noises, however no one seemed to be bothering Malfoy, although he had kissed her first. But then again, he was the King of Slytherin. Anyone who messed with him wouldn't go back home the same way they went in.
After lunch was Charms. Hermione did fine in Charms, except for some reason, everyone was whispering about her. After Charms, she stormed up to her dorm and told Harry and Ron she'd probably see them at dinner, but she wasn't sure. She then threw up her lunch in the poor toilet. When she came out of the bathroom, Malfoy stood in the doorway, smirking. She felt the shiver again, but she still had no idea what it was. "Hello," she saw Professor McGonagall in the hall behind Malfoy, "Draco."
"Don't call me Draco!" he hissed.
Professor McGonagall turned, "Mr. Malfoy, I do believe I requested that you call each other by your first names?"
"Yes, Professor," he said, glaring at Hermione.
Professor McGonagall left and he closed the door. "Well, well, well Granger." He said slowly, "You couldn't take it anymore? Was kissing me just too much?"
"Malfoy, I've heard it from the rest of the school, and I had better not hear it from you. You did kiss me too."
"I know, but I did it for a reason."
"A reason besides the fact that I spun you and I you had to kiss me back?"
"Yes."
"And what was that?"
"Not so smart, are we?"
"Malfoy, shove it!"
"Don't say that around me. You never know where I might shove it."
"Anywhere near me and your dead."
"Figures."
"What was that with you and Ginny? I know I said before that it was her and your decision, but still."
"Oh, I don't know. A fling."
"Well, she thinks highly of you. If I were you, I wouldn't let her down."
"Well, I already did," he opened the door again, "Hey, Hannah."
To Hermione's utter surprise, Hannah Abbot walked in the room. "Is this another fling, Malfoy?" she asked coldly.
"Of course not," he said, and rushed Hannah into the bedroom. As he passed, Hermione saw his eyes glint dangerously. They told her not to tell. As soon as the door closed, Hermione rushed out to the Gryfindor common room.
"Ginny! GINNY!" she called up the sixth year staircase. She knew better than to try and get up. Even though she was a girl, the staircases were extra sensitive this year. Ginny came down the stairs, highly amused. "Yes?" she asked.
"It's Malfoy. He told me just now that you and him was just a "fling". Now he's having another fling with Hannah Abbot. If you want proof, come with me."
"What?" Ginny asked, scandalized.
"I'm dead serious. Come with me." She led Ginny to the her room and opened the door. She then briskly walked across the hall, Ginny behind her and opened the Serpent door. There, on the bed were Malfoy and Hannah. It was not a pretty sight. Malfoy had only boxers on and Hannah Abbot was in all her glory in a bra and underwear. She shrieked and dove under the covers while Ginny's face went as red as her hair. "MALFOY!" she screamed, "I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN BETTER THAN TO TRUST YOU. LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE! I THOUGHT YOU CARED! I GUESS NOT!" she turned on her heel and left Malfoy standing there, looking like he had just received a rather nasty Howler. Hermione left too and when she did, Hannah finally uncovered herself.
"So," said Hannah, "Do you want to finish where we left off?"
"No," said Malfoy.
"Oh, come on," she simpered, sounding exactly like Pansy Parkinson.
Malfoy, looking revolted, gestured toward the door, "Out." He said.
Hannah sniffed and put on her clothes. She then left, glaring at Hermione when she exited the other door.
Later
"Come on, Draco," Pansy Parkinson sighed.
"No." Malfoy said, in a final sort of way.
Pansy obviously didn't understand what a final sort of way was, so she pushed him on, "It's just a bet."
"A bet that could destroy my life."
"You've kissed her before."
"Yeah, by force."
"Well, this is the same thing."
"Only I'm convincing her to kiss me."
"What's the difference?"
"Do you want to know how hard it is to even kiss Hermione Granger? Let alone get her to kiss you?"
"No. And I'd rather not find out."
"Exactly. Now, I'm not doing the bet."
"I wouldn't be so sure. Look out that window." She pointed to one next to her.
"What?"
"See Potter, dangling out of the Owlery? I'll drop him, then blame it on you. Say I saw the whole thing. Even though you don't like him, you don't want to be charged with his murder, do you? It's that or kissing the Mudblood."
"Fine. How much says I can't."
"100 galleons."
"Deal."
Even later
"Come on, Hermione. Just a little kiss." Malfoy did the puppy eyes.
"So we're on first-name terms in private, too?"
"Yes."
"Just explain why you want me to kiss you and I might."
"Okay, I made a bet for 100 galleons that I could get you to kiss me. Pansy will drop Potter out the Owlery and charge me with everything if I don't even try. So I figure I ought to kiss you."
"Make it 500 galleons. Harry's worth more than 100. Come back after you tell Pansy and I'll kiss you."
"Okay." Said Malfoy, smiling a little. Hermione sighed. And it isn't even Halloween yet.
She went to dinner and ate, fortunately, because the end of the rounds would be hell. Not that she knew that yet.
A/N: CLIFFY!! MWAHAHAHA (to Kami: Hi...hope you liked. Bet you haven't even read yet. O well...SKOA!!) Kami's another friends. FYI