Chapter Four
Ginny came home later last night but thankfully her parents didn't notice.
What Ginny didn't notice was that Draco was to stay at the Gryfindor castle for a whole month.
And Hermione didn't know that either.
Well at least they didn't have to deal with The King and Queen of Slytherin.
But none of the two girls would have minded the King and the Queen to stay, they just didn't like the prince.
Well, nobody knew about Hermione.
Hermione was falling for him more and more each day.
But he was constantly insulting her that she wasn't sure how she felt.
She really didn't know why he hated her so much.
Maybe they were not meant to be.
Hermione felt her heart drop at the thought of Draco being Ginny's forever. Against Ginny's will. Life was just not fair sometimes.
Hermione woke up with a start the next morning. She didn't know what woke her up, she thought she heard Draco but she probably thought it was just her ears.
Why was she so smitten with him when he hated her?
Hermione rubbed her eyes and automatically trudged to her personal balcony, her every morning routine.
The smell of fresh air woke her up much better then the hot droopy coffee.
Hermione held her hand to her chest.
Now she was having illusions too.
She saw a man about seventeen with pale blonde hair and stormy grey eyes fly around the field of the Gryfindor castle.
Hermione groaned. Love made fools of everyone.
What was wrong with her eyesight?
And she heard him whooping and laughing and she knew it wasn't a dream.
Draco spotted the village girl and smirked. IT seemed like his hobby to piss her off.
He passed the balcony, scooped her up in his arms before she realized it, and sat her on the broom behind him.
Hermione's eyes were wide in shock.
Was she still dreaming?
Hermione held on for her dear life to Draco and Draco felt immediately arrogant at the thought that her health was up to him right now.
He also felt his heart flip but he ignored it. He could feel her heart beating wildly against his back.
"Draco!" she screamed terrorized. "Put me down this instant!"
She was scared out of her wits.
His plan was succeeding.
"Nope, I don't feel like it, thanks," he said, as if she offered to chose his friends for him.
"WHY?" she said crazily. "Why do you feel like torturing me as much as possible?"
"Because its fun," he whispered devilishly. He sounded less like a prince more and more and now sounded like the mischievous boy he was.
"Now hold on, sweet cheeks!" he said mockingly, making her hold her grip tighter on him. Her eyes were closed, she was so scared.
He did a flip on the broom that made Hermione scream and finally landed gracefully on the green grass.
Hermione got off the broom, her eyes blazing, her glare menacing. She was panting with the exhaustion of riding a broomstick so early in the morning. She wasn't really a flyer.
Draco's eyes were dancing.
Hermione didn't know why a prince would be so entertained by torturing a village girl.
Hermione got that thought out of her head and walked up to the castle.
A voice behind her called, "wait, where are you going?"
He sounds pathetic, thought Hermione viciously.
"Um, going to have some breakfast, what do you think?" said Hermione, about to show him a piece of her temper.
"Okay," he ran up to her. "I'm coming too."
Hermione glared at him.
"Aw, c'mon admit it, you had fun," he said, flashing his wicked smile and showing very white teeth.
"Whatever, Prince Draco," said Hermione, emphasizing the word "prince".
Draco was considerably taller than she was. Hermione was estimated to be about 5'5 when he could have been 6'3.
He was peering into her face, trying to get a sign out of her, to see if she was still mad at him.
But her face seemed to be impassive.
okay, if she wants to play those games let her, thought Draco.
Draco and Hermione walked to the castle together in silence.
When they finally got to the breakfast table, Ginny was already there, but the King and Queen were missing.
She didn't seemed to be bothered at all that her fiancé turned up at breakfast with her best friend looking very sweaty.
"Where were you guys?" said Ginny, smirking.
"Ask him!" Hermione said, shooting Draco a very exasperated look.
"Don't ask," said Draco, in a demanding voice.
"I'll tell you later," Hermione mouthed to Ginny. Ginny nodded.
"My parents are out today," said Ginny in a bored voice. "They went to visit Princess Feridina from Ravenclaw."
"OH her?" said Draco, getting into the conversation. "She always fancied me," he boasted.
"Yeah, ok," said Ginny, giving him wide eyes.
Hermione chuckled and drank a sip of orange juice. Feridina was a very beautiful witch, with long curly brown hair and reddish brown eyes (a/n it does sound like me doesn't it Gina? Hehe). She owned the prettiest dresses. But Hermione didn't doubt that she had a crush on him.
"So me and Hermione were thinking of dropping by in the village square to pick up dresses. Hermione's are fading," she informed her soon to be husband.
"Yeah, and?" he said, reading the Daily Prophet intently. Hermione couldn't help but stare at his grey eyes as they scanned the pages back and forth. Draco caught her eye and winked. Ginny pretended she didn't notice, but she was happy about all this flirting. It built up the chances of being with Harry...forever...
"Well we'd like you to come, you idiot," said Ginny, as if it was perfectly natural to invite your fiancé to the village with your best friend.
"Sorry, I can't," he said simply, in a way that annoyed Ginny.
"Why?" she demanded. In the inside she was wishing he wouldn't because she was hoping to meet Harry there.
"Because I feel like flying today, that's why," he retorted.
Ginny gave up.
"Alright Hermione, get your outfit on and we're heading out," she declared, leaving the breakfast table.
Hermione stared at her in admiration. She was going to make a perfect Queen.
"Yes, mom," said Hermione jokingly.
Draco didn't catch the joke, seeing as he was dim when it came to authority jokes, but he shrugged it off.
Hermione came back down in her usual floaty skirts and a bright tank top. It was hot today.
Ginny came after her in jean caprees and a shirt that said "Princess". It seemed like one of those shirts that people would wear because of the slogan on the shirt that they wore for fun.
She put on her sunglasses and grabbed her purse, and headed on out.
They grasped hands and apparated out.
They were in the middle of the village square with people chattering to their friends or kids or mothers and horses frolicking about the streets.
The first thing they noticed was the Mysterious Mexican.
old western music plays in backround The legend of the Mysterious Mexican was that one day, in his huge sombrero hat, his brother and a business man got into an argument over whose bread was freshest, and who the baker liked best. The baker was Harry's father and he was admired by everyone.
So the Mysterious Mexican (formerly known as Santiego Casablanca) was messaging back and forth for the fight. The business man was so impressed with his riding skills that he declared him as the horse driver of the Gryfindor area.
He was so pleased that he stuck with the nickname "The Mysterious Mexican" and now everyone asks for a ride, for a galleon.
Ginny payed a galleon for Santiego to drive her to the dress shop and they stopped before a huge flight of steps.
Hermione sighed as she stared at the beautiful silk dresses from India and Italy. Oh how she longed to buy them!
Hermione began singing a tune under her breath that she once heard as she slowly climbed up the steps.
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na,
na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na,
if I was a rich girl,
na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na
see I'd have all the money in the world,
if I was a wealthy girl,
no man could test me, impress me,
my cash flow would never ever end,
see I'd have all the money in the world,
if I was a wealthy girl...
Hermione started singing louder and louder, attracting the attention of the people.
They started clapping as she was moving down the stairs, and she was becoming something of a star.
Think what that money could bring,
about everything
clean out Vivienne West,
in my galliano gown,
no, wouldn't just have one hood,
a mansion in London if I could,
please book me first class to my fancy house in Londontown!
All the riches baby,
won't mean anything,
all the riches baby,
won't bring what your love can bring,
all the riches baby,
won't mean anything,
don't need no other, baby,
your lovin is better than gold,
and I know...
Little did she know, a man who felt as if he was willing to go homeless for her in the Gryfindor castle, was watching as her and the townspeople were singing.
Ginny was having a good time, too, everyone was clapping.
If I was a rich girl
na na na na na na na na na na na na na na na
see I'd have all the money in the world,
if I was a wealthy girl,
no man could test me,
impress me,
my cash flow would never, ever, end
cause I'd have all the money in the world
if I was a wealthy girl...
The song was ending as Ginny and Hermione was holding hands and curtseying. The crowd cheered and carried on with their shopping.
"You are quite the singer," said Ginny, staring at Hermione in awe. "Where di you learn that song?"
Hermione blushed.
"My mom used to sing it, when she was working."
"Girl, you got some vocals," complimented Ginny, whistling.
Hermione laughed. "Why thank you, fair princess."
Ginny scowled.
"I wonder if Harry..." started Ginny.
"Wondering where Harry is when your fiancé is waiting for you?" said a deep sly voice behind them.