Don't Be Irrational
By: acrophobia1322
AN: As I'm sure you're all aware, this story does not correspond with Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. Sorry it took so long to update. Been busy, busy, busy! Some of you will also notice that I have cleaned out my Authored Stories of all but the ones that I will continue. Basically, the ones that have gotten over five chapters and most of my OC based stuff. Ahem, so without further adieu, chapter eleven.
Chapter Eleven
Hermione was growing impatient as she lay pinned beneath the muscular frame of Draco Malfoy. She had managed to cross her legs, though slightly painfully, and was fidgeting slightly. She had spent a good portion of the night refusing to sleep and thinking of the best plan of attack for when Draco awoke. She wondered whether he would be bothered that she was in his bed with him, though she was fully clothed, and debated on if she would torture him over the subject or not.
After a few moments of silent thinking, she turned her head slightly and eyed the clock on his bedside table. 7:22 AM. Hermione let out an aggravated sigh and tried to push Draco off of her once more but had no success once again. She gave up and relaxed into the bed, staring rather irately at the ceiling once more.
Suddenly, there was a sound coming from the lavatory and Hermione silenced her breath to hear what it was.
"Hermione?" came Ginny's voice, echoing through the large bathroom. "Hermione, where are you? Malfoy?"
The sounds of footsteps approaching Draco's lavatory doors were distinguishable from where Hermione lay beneath the unconscious boy. There was a knock and then the door creaked open, Ginny's head appearing in the doorway.
"Malfoy, you haven't—Hermione?" squeaked Ginny, staring aghast at the scene before her.
"Ginny, help," Hermione breathed in response. Ginny moved, rather reluctantly, over to the bed, eyeing Hermione, crushed beneath Draco, rather warily. "Help me push him off, please!"
Ginny nodded and tentatively took Draco's shoulder in her hands and pulled. Hermione pushed against his chest with all her might and soon, Draco rolled from Hermione and dropped off the bed and onto the floor with a loud 'thunk.' Hermione let out a long breath, grateful to be able to breathe normally again.
"Damn it!" cursed Draco from where he lay on the bed. "What the hell, Granger? Weasley?" He pushed himself off the floor and glared at each of them, looking slightly bemused.
"For Merlin's sake, Malfoy!" snapped Hermione, leaning over the edge of his bed and returning his scowl. "How much do you weigh?" She was rubbing her left arm and the left side of her chest, as they had gone numb from his form crushing her to the bed.
Draco stared at Hermione for a moment, his confused expression still evident on his features. "What are you doing in my bed, Granger?" He smirked. "I knew you wanted me, but I never thought you were the type to take advantage of a drunken man."
"You bloody moron," snapped Hermione, swinging off his bed and fixing her jeans and sweater. "Next time you think about drinking that much, make sure all of your damnable CD's are put away and you silence your room first. I'm not sure if you're aware but your singing greatly resembles a cat being strangled." Draco's eyes narrowed at her comparison. Hermione then turned to Ginny. "Let's head to my room right quick before starting down to breakfast. And Malfoy, before you go saying that I don't have a reputation at stake by this bloody article in Witch Weekly, why don't you try looking at it from my point of view? No woman in their right mind would want to stay a week with you if you weren't the heir to your father's fortune because that's all you've ever been useful for. Your father's money and connections."
Hermione slammed his door behind her as she and Ginny proceeded into her room.
Draco winced, the loud bang of the door slamming had brought on the headache that had lain dormant in the back of his head. He groaned and rubbed his throbbing head, while pushing himself off the cold stone floor. Part of him was still in shock from Hermione's sheer audacity while the other was slowly beginning to boil with long suppressed rage.
Savagely, he through open the lid to his trunk and began tossing things haphazardly out in search of something that would rid him of his horrendous headache. He pulled out a bottled filled with sky blue potion and looked it over. Stamped across the glass was 'Madam Mortisha's Relieving Potion for Hangovers and Other Alcohol Maladies.' He yanked the cork from the mouth of the bottle and downed a mouthful of the tangy potion. He grimaced at the taste but was relieved to find that it hadn't expired as the headache subsided and the vomit that had been threatening to come up, settled back into the pit of his stomach.
Hermione and Ginny entered into the Head Girl's dormitory. Hermione threw off her sweater, still glaring furiously at the floor. She changed out of her clothes and into a black skirt and white t-shirt. Ginny stood, silently apprehensive, in the corner as her friend changed her clothes. Though the redhead was standing a good distance away, she could feel the hate radiating off of her friend.
"Hermione…" she started, clearing her throat. "Er—what did happen?"
"What do you mean?" questioned Hermione, pulling a pair of socks onto her feet violently.
"Why were you…erm…in…in Malfoy's room, with him…in his bed…alone?" Ginny ventured cagily, fidgeting ever so slightly. Hermione stopped suddenly, her face becoming bright red.
"Oh, Ginny!" she gasped, raising a hand to her mouth. "What kind of things you must suspect of me! It wasn't what it looked like!" Hermione sighed and finished tying the shoelaces of her worn out trainers. "I just came back to the common room last night, tired as all hell, and heard Malfoy singing, though it sounded more like squalling, in his room. When I went to tell him to shut up and go to bed, he told me to make him. Therefore, I did. But he passed out on top of me and well…that's how I came to be in his room, on his bed, with him…alone." Ginny nodded uncertainly and Hermione shook her head. "Well, anyway, that's all over and done with. Let's get to breakfast."
The two girls exited the dormitory and, much to Hermione's anger and Ginny's discomfort, so had Draco. The two heads glared at each other from across the corridor before Hermione stuck her nose I the air indignantly and departed down the staircase and into the common room. Ginny chanced a slightly nervous glance at Draco and then followed after her friend. Draco waited a few moments before starting down the stairs himself.
He saw that Hermione and Ginny were just exiting the common room as he reached the foot of the staircase. He headed toward the tapestry hole as well, pushing past it and heading out. He was no pleased to see that Hermione and Ginny were both standing outside of it, staring at him.
"What are you gawking at?" he snapped at them. He took a step forward and the tapestry rolled down. Draco winced when the corridor exploded with screaming.
"You damned FERRET!" cried Older Hermione, throwing whatever she could get her hands on. She began to let out a string of very unladylike curses just as Older Draco began to retort.
"You ugly, filthy, know-it-all, overachieving MUDBLOOD!" he shot back, ducking a few of the hurled items.
Present-day Hermione let out a perturbed sigh, grabbed Ginny by the arm, and tugged her down the corridor, her body brown-haired head shaking in irritancy. Draco gaped at the two rowing occupants of the tapestry for a moment before rolling his eyes and heading toward the staircases as well.
Hermione cleared her throat as she and Ginny were coming up to the Great Hall.
"Ginny, I would appreciate it if you didn't mention it to the boys," Hermione began, seeming a little uncomfortable, "that you found me in Malfoy's room this morning. They—er—they wouldn't understand and I would rather they didn't get in trouble this year."
"Don't worry, 'Mione," assured Ginny with a small smile. "It'll stay between me and you, okay?" Hermione nodded and pushed open the double doors leading to the Great Hall, which was already full with eating students and staff.
Hermione ignored the whispers and glances she received, obviously related to the article, and sat down between Harry and Ron, Ginny sitting across from Hermione. The brunette was not hungry, but the sight of seeing Harry and Ron stuffing the food into their mouths didn't help. When she joined them, they had stopped and smiled at her, their cheeks bulgingly full of food and, to Hermione, they had resembled chipmunks in a way.
"Very becoming," she murmured to them, before grabbing some toast.
When the double doors opened once more, Hermione looked up and glared at Draco as he crossed the room toward the Slytherin table. Their eyes met and he scowled in return as she narrowed her eyes at him.
"Some part of me will be glad when we leave this school and he walks out of my life forever," she growled, biting a corner off her toast rather pitilessly.