A/N: As I said, I would get it up soon. I really like this chapter. I spent a lot of time on it, and even though it may seem boring to do, read the words to the songs, I spent a lot of time picking them out to make them perfect for them. The first one is completely Draco, and the other one has to do with the whole crew of the books, basically the war.
Also, to firehawk I am from the LP, I live about 45 minutes North-West of Detroit, in Wolverine Lake (Ok, not in the lake, but by it). And I have ten acres in Alba, which is about a half hour west of Gaylord. And to dracosgir2515 Yes, Eminem lives in Detroit but I have yet to see him or meet him. Sry!
Enjoy!
Chapter 24
Halloween and Pissed
Before the ball on the day of, Ginny made her way to Hermione's room. She was going to do Hermione's hair after all, she needed the Lois Lane look, even though it wouldn't be all that difficult to achieve.
"Hermione, where are you?" Ginny called when she got to Hermione's room.
"She went to the bathroom, Gin, she said she would be back in a minute, I think she was sick," Lavender explained from the corner, where she was sitting.
"Why are you sitting on the floor, Lavender?"
"I don't know, I was just thinking, about something, and I sat here, and its rather comfortable."
"You weirder than I thought." Ginny laughed, and lay down on Hermione's bed, awaiting her return.
After the millionth time it seemed that Hermione had lost her lunch, she walked back to Gryffindor tower, tonight was the dance and she already felt horrible, she didn't know what to do. But right now she needed to go back to the tower to have Ginny do her hair.
"Ginny, you're here already? Sorry I wasn't here, I felt sick."
"Are you going to go to the dance then?"
"Yes, of course, why would I miss it?"
"Well, you said that you are sick, are you better now?"
"Yes, I just needed to…I feel much better now."
"Great, ok, how do you want your hair done?"
"I don't know, is there any way to do it special?"
"Not really, lets just make it look really good then."
"Ok." And with that Ginny proceeded to make Hermione's hair look pretty descent. Strait, this was a first, and shorter, with a zigzag part.
When Hermione arrived at the dance, she looked around frantically for Draco, trying to see if he was there already. She didn't see him, so she decided to hang out with Ginny and her date, Neville, for the time being.
Hermione was carelessly sitting by the punch table when one of her favorite songs came on. But why would they be playing muggle music at a dance? Oh, well, it was a good song anyway.
Hey dad look at me, think back and talk to me,
did I grow up according to plan,
and do you think I'm wasting my time
doing things I wanna do,
but it hurts when you disapprove all along.
And now I try hard to make it,
I just wanna make you proud,
I'm never gonna be good enough for you,
cant pretend that I'm all right,
and you cant change me.
Cause we lost it all, nothing lasts forever,
I'm sorry I cant be perfect,
now its just too late, and we cant go back,
I'm sorry I cant be perfect.
I try not to think about the pain I feel inside,
did you know you used to be my hero?
All the days you spent with me, now seem so far away,
and it feels like you don't care anymore.
And now I try hard to make it,
I just wanna make you proud,
I'm never gonna be good enough for you,
I cant spend another fight,
and nothings all right.
Cause we lost it all, nothing lasts forever,
I'm sorry I cant be perfect,
now its just too late and we cant go back,
I'm sorry I cant be perfect.
Nothings gonna change the things that you said,
and nothings gonna make this right again,
please don't turn your back I cant believe
its hard just to talk to you but you don't understand.
Cause we lost it all, nothing lasts forever
I'm sorry I cant be perfect,
Now its just too late, and we cant go back
I'm sorry I cant be perfect,
Cause we lost it all and nothing lasts forever
I'm sorry I cant be perfect,
now its just too late and we cant go back
I'm sorry I cant be perfect.
(Simple Plan, Perfect.)
When the song ended, Hermione was still by the drink table, wondering if she should go and try to find Draco again, the dance was already about a half hour in and she hadn't seen him at all.
"Looking for me?" said a sultry voice from behind her. She turned around.
"Yes, I was, I couldn't find you," she explained.
"Well, I'm here, how do you like the get up?"
Hermione looked Draco up and down. He was wearing a brown suit, with a striped tie, and he his hair was dark, but instead of slicked back, it was falling around his face, it was a very good look on him, Hermione thought.
"You know, you should keep your hair like that," Hermione told him, yelling over the noise.
"What, dark?" he asked.
"No, down, you always have it slicked back, it looks better like this," she said, running her hands through his hair. Draco liked the way that felt and made a mental note to have his hair like this more often.
"Well, your hair looks better without all of the bushy book-worm ness."
"Thanks," she said sarcastically.
"So, do you want to dance?"
"Sure."
Just then, one of Hermione's favorite songs started, and they made their way to the dance floor.
Channel, channel seven at a quarter to eight,
You see the same damn thing it's just a different day,
And no one really knows why this is happening, but its happening,
And everywhere you go it's just a different place,
You get the same dark feeling; see the same sad faces,
No one really cares that this is happening.
We come into this world,
And we are all the same,
And in that moment there's no one to blame.
But the world is black, and hearts are cold,
And there's no hope, that's what we're told,
And we can't go back; it won't be the same,
Forever changed, by the things we've seen, seen
Living in this place as though it's been this way,
There's no one doing nothing so there's nothing changed,
And I can't live when this world just keeps dying, it's dying.
People always tell me this is part of the plan,
That God's got everybody in his hands,
But I could only pray that God is listening. Is he listening?
But living in this world,
Growing colder everyday,
Nothing can stay perfect now I see.
But the world is black, and hearts are cold,
And there's no hope, that's what we're told,
And we can't go back; it won't be the same,
Forever changed, by the things we've seen, seen, seen
We come into this world,
And we are all the same,
And in that moment there's no one to blame.
But we're living in this world,
Growing colder everyday,
Nothing can stay perfect now I see.
The world is black, and hearts are cold,
And there's no hope, that's what we're told,
And we can't go back; it won't be the same,
Forever changed, by the things we've seen, seen, seen
Channel, channel seven at a quarter to eight,
You see the same damn thing it's just a different day,
And no one really knows why this is happening
(Good Charlotte)
"Sounds kind of depressing to me," Draco said, catching his breath after the dance.
"Really, I think it is very true for our situation right now," Hermione said.
"Sure."
"Well, your heart is cold."
"Not anymore."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm always sure," he said with the traditional smirk.
"Of course you are," Hermione replied sarcastically.
After the fifth punch that Draco had, he realized that someone had spiked it, and he was getting a major buzz. Hermione had asked him to get her some punch, but he was still sober enough to know that people having kids are not supposed to have alcohol, so he was standing by the punch bowl, drinking more, contemplating what to do about Hermione, how was he supposed to get her a drink if she couldn't have it? He finally decided that he would have to go to the kitchens for her, to get her some pumpkin juice or something. He made his way back to the table to tell Hermione.
Hermione was sitting at a table with Harry and Blaise, she was very parched, and she really needed something to drink, she hadn't had anything all night, what was taking Draco so long?
"Hello love," Draco slurred as he sat beside her and put his head on her shoulder.
"Draco, what's going on?" She asked him, but he was snoring lightly on her shoulder. He looked so peaceful when he was sleeping. "Draco, wake up," Hermione said softly.
He continued to sleep. Why was he so tired? She wasn't that tired, he shouldn't be.
"Harry, can you get me something to drink, since he seems to have forgotten, and he's on me, so I really can't get up."
"Sure Hermione, I think I'm going to need something too." With that Harry left.
"You know that he's pissed right?" Blaise said.
"What?" Hermione asked completely baffled, why Harry would be pissed at her.
"He's pissed; he only snores when he's drunk," Blaise said, nodding to the sleeping Draco on her shoulder.
"Oh," Was all that Hermione could reply. Why would he get drunk at the dance?
"Someone must have spiked the punch," Blaise said nonchalantly, seemingly reading her mind. But to Hermione, this made perfect sense, he didn't get her something to drink, because she couldn't drink, but then why would he keep drinking more, if he knew he was going to get drunk? She just didn't understand him sometimes.
"No, I don't want to…no…leave me alone," Draco started mumbling.
"Oh no, not again," Hermione said, she remembered what happened the last time that she tried to wake him from one of these dreams.
"What do you mean?" Blaise asked.
"The last time he had this dream around me, I woke him up and he hit his head and lost his memory for the day, you remember that?"
"Yeah, I didn't know that was because of you though."
"Yeah, well, it was. He hit his head on the floor next to my bed, because he fell asleep trying to make me feel better."
"Oh, well, that's good to know."
"So, how did you two become friends?" Hermione asked suddenly.
"Well, you know that our families are friends."
"Yeah."
"Well, we grew up together, we didn't really like each other though, because we were always forced to be around each other, but after my dad died, Draco's dad took me in, and I lived in Malfoy manor for the summer."
"I'm sorry about your father."
"Don't be, he was an asshole prick, but that's beside the point. Draco showed me the ropes of things, taught me how to be a real Slytherin, me and him became really good friends this summer. I'll be old enough at the end of the year to live on my own, but I think I'm going to have to decline that, I would love to spend another summer at the Manor, it is so awesome. You have never seen a house bigger."
"I'm sure I've seen a bigger house, have you seen Wayne Newton's house, he has his own zoo."
"Who's Wayne Newton?"
"Never mind, but his house is huge."
"Well, I'm sure that Malfoy Manor is bigger, Draco has his own wing to himself, and he has his own quidditch pitch in his back yard, if that's what you want to call it. He has a forest on his property, a lot like the forbidden forest, but with much less dark creatures. I shared the wing with him for the summer, he didn't seem to mind, but I would much rather stay there again, then go live by myself in some little apartment." Through this whole speech, Hermione had subconsciously started running her fingers through Draco's now black hair, playing with it.
"That's sweet; would Lucius let you stay though?"
"Yes, he doesn't mind me, and he and my father were tight, so he doesn't care."
"That's good."
"So, how did you two become…intimate," Blaise asked hesitantly.
"Well, you know that story."
"No I don't, not the whole thing, just that he got you to kiss him in the shower, and then you two are making out all over school. I mean, I love it when my bets go good, but I never thought it would be this good," Blaise was rambling.
"Yeah, well…wait, what?"
"I mean, I love it when bets like that go good."
"No, you said your bet, what bet?"
"I never said that."
"Yes you did, you said your bet. What bet?"
"I didn't say anything," he tried again, trying to steer away from the subject that he had led himself right into. "So, tell me more about this zoo, does he have penguins?"
"Blaise Zabini, you are going to tell me right now."
"Tell her what?" Harry asked, he had finally come back with the drinks.
"Nothing Harry, do you want to dance?" Blaise said.
"Sure," Harry said, quickly putting down the drinks as Blaise pulled him out onto the dance floor.
Hermione just scoffed. She tried waking up Draco again, but it was no use, he was passed out. She tried to get him off her shoulder so that she could get up, but that didn't work too well either, he was too heavy. So she just lay back down on the chair and laid her head on his. Not even realizing that she too drifted off into her own peaceful sleep.
"They look so cute…"
"I wonder why they never got together before…"
"Why would they, he was always an ass…"
"But he's not anymore…"
"Hermione's too good for him…"
"Don't say that, Draco's too good for her…"
"I think they are perfect for each other…"
"I think you guys need to stop talking about me," Hermione said, as she opened her eyes to find a whole group of people standing around her and Draco. Draco was still fast asleep. Some of the crowd consisted of Lavender, Parvati, Dean, Pansy, some other Slytherin girls, Neville at the back, and Harry and Blaise.
"Sorry Hermione, you two just looked so peaceful sleeping, we didn't want to wake you," Parvati said.
"Well, can someone help me get him off me, that's why I fell asleep, I couldn't get him to move," Hermione complained.
"Sure," Everyone said, eager to touch the boy. He was like dead weight, he wouldn't budge, finally with five people, they got him to move long enough for Hermione to get away. They laid him across the two chairs, so that he was lying on his side.
"Well, thanks everyone, I think I can take it from here," Hermione said, and the crowd dispersed. "Draco…" She said softly, kneeling down.
"No, I don't want to."
"Oh come on, not that again," she said bitterly. "Well, goodnight then, I'm leaving you here," she said softly against his ear. She made to get up when she felt arms around her waist.
"Don't go," he pleaded.
"I knew you were awake, you just wanted to make this hard on me, didn't you?"
"Yes, I wanted to make your Halloween dance the worst one ever."
"Thanks Draco, you succeeded."
"I'm sorry, if I really did."
"I'm joking, its ok, really, it's just a stupid dance."
"Well, I'll just have to make it up to you then."
"Oh, and how are you going to do that?"
"Like this," he said pulling her down onto him. Smashing her lips with his own, she loved it when he kissed her like this. It was so brutal yet amazing at the same time. A bruising yet arousing kiss, she loved him for his kisses, they could do so much for her, including making her forget that she was in the middle of a crowded room with people looking at her, because when she was with him, nothing else mattered.
"Better?" he asked slyly.
"I don't know, I did miss a lot," she said surreptitiously.
"Oh, I'm sorry, will you need another apology then?"
"I don't know, I might, but what if I don't accept your apology?"
"Well, then I will have to find a new way to apologize to you."
Hermione made a small nod, taking in the information.
"Well, then how would you want me to apologize to you?" he asked, flipping her over so that he was the one laying on top. His body hovering over hers.
"I…I don't know."
"Is someone afraid of me?" He asked sardonically.
"N-no."
"I'm not going to hurt you, Hermione, you don't need to be afraid of me," he said seriously.
"I know that, I just…never mind."
"No, tell me what you had on your mind."
"Do we have to be in this position for me to talk to you?"
"Yes, I'm rather comfortable here."
"Well, I don't want to talk about it like this."
"Why?"
She couldn't tell him that she really liked how he was, and the more he talked, the more she looked at his mouth, the more she wanted him to take her right here in the middle of the Great Hall in front of everyone, she wasn't afraid of him, she wanted him, that's what she was afraid of, her own feelings. She was afraid that they would get out of control if he stayed like this, but for the moment, she didn't care.
"Kiss me," she ordered. He obeyed.
A/N: The comment about penguins at Wayne Newton's house, he really does have penguins, in his huge backyard zoo. Isn't that awesome. I love penguins, they are my favorite animal. If I grow up, I want to own penguins. My cousin loves them too, that's how we came up with the Phroupoeyz.
Anyway, thank you for waiting so long for the last chapter, and I hope this one made up for the badness of the last one. Also, the big twists and turns of the story take place in the next chapter. But the biggest I think in 26, maybe the end of 25, I don't know. Love you all. R&R.
Brittany