Hermione laid in bed, sorting things out in her mind of what had happened but a few hours before. Quite amazing that the biggest bloody prick in the bloody world could kiss that good. But of course, as we all know, surprises are just around the corner. And Hermione's surprises for the day were not over.
"Hello. How was your first kiss?" Hermione looked over toward the corner of the room and saw Iris sitting contently on a Cleopatra couch, which hadn't been there a second ago.
"Truth? Surprisingly breath-taking." Iris looked at her knowingly. She could tell by the look in Hermione's eyes she meant it.
"Come sit by me. This is a night for you and Draco." Iris flicked her wrist and the couch became wider, wide enough for her and Hermione. Hermione got up and walked over to the couch but didn't sit. "May I ask why you aren't sitting?"
"What do you mean…? 'A night for me and Draco?'" Hermione sat down cautiously glancing over to where she had stashed the ring.
"Ah, he has already given you the ring. Everything really does go faster in this time."
"Excuse me?"
"Do you know what that ring means?" Iris propped herself up on her elbow.
"Uh, no. I was momentarily distracted by the fact that Draco… I mean Malfoy and I, life-long enemies might I tell you, happened to have a very delightful, for me at least, sensual may I add, kiss this afternoon, and mainly though the fact that I immensely enjoyed it." She plopped beside her reincarnation.
"Were you expecting not to enjoy it?"
"Well, no. But I sure as hell wasn't expecting to enjoy it that much."
"Ah, yes I remember that."
"You have never really told me much about you and Aidan. When do I get to find out about you guys?"
"Oh, that will be another night. Tonight isn't going to be that long at all. I just needed to give you these." She handed forth what looked like a small journal. It was snake-skin bound with golden clasps holding it together. But there wasn't a key. "I know. No key right? Well, you don't have to worry about that. The only way to open this is for you and Draco to put your hands on it. You on one side and Draco on the other. It will open."
"Hey no fair! She gets the bookie thing? Why is that?" Draco protested. It was a Malfoy right to receive everything before everyone else. And if this had to do with him also he sure wanted it before Granger.
"Don't blame me. Iris took it."
"Whatever." Draco turned away from Aidan and pouted to himself. Well, that's just spiffy.
"Hey, when you are done throwing yourself a pity-party, which might I add you are the only one attending too, meet Hermione in the hallways. Alright? She'll bring the book and tell you how to open it."
"What? I don't even get to tell her how to open it! Wow, this is turning out so much better than I would have imagined." He hmphed to himself only to turn around and find that Aidan had left. "Fine! Be like that." Draco muttered words under his breath. And the colors started spinning around him. I might as well get this over with.
Hermione walked through the hallways quickly clutching the small clasped book in her hand so tightly her fingers where going numb. Well, either from her holding the book tight, or from the cold, she couldn't decide which. Finally she spotted Draco. In his silky green pajamas. She had to smile. Slytherins really didn't care about what other people think. Although he does look kind of hot. Wait, WHAT? Did you just call DRACO MALFOY HOT?NO… I mean Yes…
Hermione walked up to him and shoved the book into his hands. He took a few minutes turning it over and gazing at it, until he raised it up to his face and rubbed the skin along his. Hermione tried hard not to laugh. It just looked so funny, Draco Malfoy in green silk pajamas rubbing a book against his cheek. "What are… you … doing?" Hermione tried to say.
"Sorry, it just feels good, here try it." He felt blood rush to his cheeks. A Malfoy BLUSHING? What is going ON here?
"Malfoy, you're blushing…" Hermione noticed too.
"No, I'm not… it's just hot in here."
"Uh huh. Ok well, can we just open this before you get 'hotter'?" Hermione reached out to take the book. "I mean, before you blush more, or whatever."
"Ohh! You think I'm gorgeous... You want to kiss me... You want to hug me... You want to love me... You want to smooch me..." Draco started off quietly and started to get louder, but got cut off when the snake skin book was slammed in his face and stayed there muffling his voice.
Hermione started singing her own version, "I think you're gruesome… I want to kick you… I want to hurt you… I want to loathe you… I want to smack you!" She even added a smack with the book. "Alright? Now! Will you please just open this bloody book so I can go to bed!" She placed the book in front of him so that he could place his hand on the hand impression on his side, and hers on her side. Draco was just centimeters away from the book when he looked up and saw that Hermione's cheeks were had a rosey tint to them.
"Just one question. So you want to loathe me… but you don't?" She looked up from the book to see him watching her wiggling his eyebrows up and down.
"Touch the damn book, Malfoy." She grumbled through her clenched teeth. She placed her hand on one side and waited for Draco to put his hand on the other, not daring to look in his eyes.