SPIN THE BOTTLE
Disclaimer: If J.K. Rowling didn't write anything, I wouldn't have anything 2 write either....which concludes to it being NOT MINE!!!!!! Cause I didn't start it.
A/N: Thank you reviewers... FA/GW: I luv Evanescence. I listen to "Going Under" almost everyday.
Now onto the story, cause I don't want the somethingarouthers to get me (plz don't ask)
Chapter Six- What?
Hermione stumbled down the halls, half -asleep. Her rounds were almost over. The last place left was the Slytherin dungeon. Malfoy had been so kind to leave it to her. She walked cautiously toward it and then felt something hit the back of her head. "Oh," she said in an extremely silly way. And then, blackness.
Later
The Slytherins did not have the kindness to take Hermione to the hospital wing, but that might have had something to do with the fact that they were the ones who had hit her on the head. She opened her eyes and found herself suspended in midair, with a crowd of jeering Slytherins below her. Pansy Parkinson was leading the group. She spoke, "Have you kissed Draco yet?"
"Oh no!" she whispered, "Harry!"
"Yes, mudblood, Harry. He's well, in a critical position, but you can still save him by kissing Draco."
"Why do you want me to kiss Draco so badly?"
"Well, it's really him. He wants to kiss every girl in the school. And you're the last one."
"Okay..." she said, raising her eyebrows.
"Now, I will let you go and you will go immediately to Draco and kiss him. Got it?"
"Yes." They dropped her. She hurriedly exited and went to her dorm. Pansy followed, for some reason. Probably she didn't trust Hermione and Draco's word. When Hermione entered, she found Draco on the couch, reading. "Hello, Granger." He said coldly, "Time to fulfill your part of the bet."
Pansy pushed her forward, "Go on."
Hermione sighed and walked over to Malfoy. His cold eyes glinted dangerously. She leaned in and kissed him softly. Just as she pulled away, he grabbed her and kissed her again. Her whole body felt cold and her mind screamed to let go. She pushed against him, but he was too strong. When he finally let go, she fell on the ground. What? Her mind screamed. This was not part of the deal. And then, she blacked out, again. Pansy giggled delightedly and Malfoy just started reading again like nothing had happened.
Next Day
Hermione woke up the next day in her bed. She wondered for about a split second how she had gotten there and then knew it had to have been Malfoy. In fact, there he was, standing over her. "I'm sorry about Pansy." He said, his voice oddly kind.
"Are you apologizing to me?"
"What does it sound like?" he said, his voice back to normal.
"An apology. I guess I never thought you'd say that."
"I guess you don't know it all."
Hermione had a bad day again, no matter how nice Malfoy had been that morning. Pansy came over and talked to the Gryfindor table at breakfast, "So Potter, had fun with the owls?" and "Mudblood, glad to see the faint didn't addle anything. Oh sorry, did I glad, I meant too bad. Maybe it would've made you even more of a bookworm...if possible."
Hermione glared daggers at Pansy, "Just because your looks could shatter every mirror here doesn't mean that you have to take it out on other people."
"What that's muggle profession? A psychiatrist? Are you trying to become one of them?"
"No, but you should visit the next plastic surgeon who isn't too scared to operate on you."
Pansy stalked off, obviously Hermione's comment had stung too much for her to give a comeback. The rest of the day wasn't quite so bad, except Potions. However, for some reason Malfoy was just himself again. Hermione supposed that he was just kidding when he had apologized.
Later, again because I want to get to the good part without killing everyone.
"Granger?" Malfoy called into the room. All the lights were out. "GRANGER!?" He heard a moan from the other side of the room and rushed over, his robes billowing behind him. Hermione was huddled on the floor, her eyes unfocused and blood in her hair. "Oh my god." Malfoy said. It didn't matter how much he loathed Hermione, she was nearly dead and it was his fault.
A/N: I'm sorry it's so short but it took so long b/c of writer's block...MAJOR WRITER"S BLOCK and I wanted you guys to at least get a short chapter. REVIeW ! Kami: having fun in colorado? Kenzie: Have fun in Connecticut! ANOTHER CLIFFY!! HAHAHAH
Disclaimer: If J.K. Rowling didn't write anything, I wouldn't have anything 2 write either....which concludes to it being NOT MINE!!!!!! Cause I didn't start it.
A/N: Thank you reviewers... FA/GW: I luv Evanescence. I listen to "Going Under" almost everyday.
Now onto the story, cause I don't want the somethingarouthers to get me (plz don't ask)
Chapter Six- What?
Hermione stumbled down the halls, half -asleep. Her rounds were almost over. The last place left was the Slytherin dungeon. Malfoy had been so kind to leave it to her. She walked cautiously toward it and then felt something hit the back of her head. "Oh," she said in an extremely silly way. And then, blackness.
Later
The Slytherins did not have the kindness to take Hermione to the hospital wing, but that might have had something to do with the fact that they were the ones who had hit her on the head. She opened her eyes and found herself suspended in midair, with a crowd of jeering Slytherins below her. Pansy Parkinson was leading the group. She spoke, "Have you kissed Draco yet?"
"Oh no!" she whispered, "Harry!"
"Yes, mudblood, Harry. He's well, in a critical position, but you can still save him by kissing Draco."
"Why do you want me to kiss Draco so badly?"
"Well, it's really him. He wants to kiss every girl in the school. And you're the last one."
"Okay..." she said, raising her eyebrows.
"Now, I will let you go and you will go immediately to Draco and kiss him. Got it?"
"Yes." They dropped her. She hurriedly exited and went to her dorm. Pansy followed, for some reason. Probably she didn't trust Hermione and Draco's word. When Hermione entered, she found Draco on the couch, reading. "Hello, Granger." He said coldly, "Time to fulfill your part of the bet."
Pansy pushed her forward, "Go on."
Hermione sighed and walked over to Malfoy. His cold eyes glinted dangerously. She leaned in and kissed him softly. Just as she pulled away, he grabbed her and kissed her again. Her whole body felt cold and her mind screamed to let go. She pushed against him, but he was too strong. When he finally let go, she fell on the ground. What? Her mind screamed. This was not part of the deal. And then, she blacked out, again. Pansy giggled delightedly and Malfoy just started reading again like nothing had happened.
Next Day
Hermione woke up the next day in her bed. She wondered for about a split second how she had gotten there and then knew it had to have been Malfoy. In fact, there he was, standing over her. "I'm sorry about Pansy." He said, his voice oddly kind.
"Are you apologizing to me?"
"What does it sound like?" he said, his voice back to normal.
"An apology. I guess I never thought you'd say that."
"I guess you don't know it all."
Hermione had a bad day again, no matter how nice Malfoy had been that morning. Pansy came over and talked to the Gryfindor table at breakfast, "So Potter, had fun with the owls?" and "Mudblood, glad to see the faint didn't addle anything. Oh sorry, did I glad, I meant too bad. Maybe it would've made you even more of a bookworm...if possible."
Hermione glared daggers at Pansy, "Just because your looks could shatter every mirror here doesn't mean that you have to take it out on other people."
"What that's muggle profession? A psychiatrist? Are you trying to become one of them?"
"No, but you should visit the next plastic surgeon who isn't too scared to operate on you."
Pansy stalked off, obviously Hermione's comment had stung too much for her to give a comeback. The rest of the day wasn't quite so bad, except Potions. However, for some reason Malfoy was just himself again. Hermione supposed that he was just kidding when he had apologized.
Later, again because I want to get to the good part without killing everyone.
"Granger?" Malfoy called into the room. All the lights were out. "GRANGER!?" He heard a moan from the other side of the room and rushed over, his robes billowing behind him. Hermione was huddled on the floor, her eyes unfocused and blood in her hair. "Oh my god." Malfoy said. It didn't matter how much he loathed Hermione, she was nearly dead and it was his fault.
A/N: I'm sorry it's so short but it took so long b/c of writer's block...MAJOR WRITER"S BLOCK and I wanted you guys to at least get a short chapter. REVIeW ! Kami: having fun in colorado? Kenzie: Have fun in Connecticut! ANOTHER CLIFFY!! HAHAHAH