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ON WITH THE STORY!
Chapter 27 – The First Date
"Where are you taking me?" Hermione asked, one small hand clamped tightly over her eyes.
Draco had a strong hold on one of her hands and was leading to… somewhere. "You'll see, we're almost there." He was walking more quickly now, pulling her almost.
"Hey, you are going to fast! I'm going to run into something!"
"I won't let you run into anything. Besides, you can open your eyes now. We're here."
She removed her hand and blinked a few times, adjusting to the light. She looked around. A white bathroom. Locker room in fact. It wasn't a very nice one either, the once white tiles were now yellowing and several abandoned towels lay in random places on the floor. She let out the breath she had been holding. "This?" She asked, not meaning to sound as rude as she had. "You made such a big deal… over a locker room?"
He rolled his eyes. "No. This is not the date. Idiot."
"Hey! Don't call me names on our first date!"
"Anyway," He continued ignoring her. "We had to come here first to get the broomsticks."
"Broomsticks?" She asked.
"Yes. Broomsticks." He confirmed. He walked towards another room in the back of the locker room, walking in and then emerged with two broomsticks in hand. "Follow me." He said, tossing her one of them and then walking away. When he reached the door he paused, turning back to her and asking. "Are you coming?"
She followed him, and after walking out the door she realized where she was. In the middle of the Quidditch field, in the dead of night. The stars twinkled above and the wind whipped at Hermione's bare arms causing her to draw them together and shiver. The normally filled stands were now barren which was a very odd sight indeed.
"What are we doing here Draco, we could get caught!" She whispered quickly.
"We are having a date." He responded, flashing her a crooked smile.
"But–"
"Relax." He said, placing a hand on her upper arm. "Plus, the risk is what makes it exciting."
His touch sent shivers up her spine and all she could muster was a small nod.
"Ever flown on a broomstick?" He asked, looking at her intently.
"Not well." She responded truthfully.
"That will change tonight. Hop on." He mounted his broomstick, and she mimicked him the best she could, swinging one leg over it. He looked over at her. "If you play your cards right that wont be the only pole you mount tonight." He said with a wink.
"Shut up!" She said laughing. "Alright, what do I do next?"
"Just kick off."
She kicked off, and the broom raised about a foot into the air before wobbling horribly and she fell to the ground with an "Oof!"
He jumped off his broomstick and helped her up. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah." She said blushing.
"Wow… you really do suck."
"Hey!"
"Okay, mount the broomstick like you did before." She did, and looked back at him uneasily.
"Well that's the reason right there, your legs are all off center. Of course you would fall off."
"Well I am SORRY that I can't mount a broomstick correctly, I was never aware that it was such a life need."
"Don't worry, I'll help you. Stop getting so defensive."
"Well I usually defend myself when someone insults me." She said, glairing back at him. "It's not my fault if you–" She was immediately silenced by the feel of his warm body getting on the back of the broomstick and scooting very close to her own. "What are you doing?"
"Helping you." He smirked. "Scoot up."
"What am I, your dog?" She asked, but scooted up anyway, enjoying the small bit of argument she always got in.
"Okay, I'm going to kick off now."
"What? No! Wait!" She yelled standing and trying to get off the broom.
"Why?"
"Because…"
"What, are you SCARED or something?" He asked with a smile, then seeing her face added "Whoa... you are scared!"
"So what if I am? It's no big deal. Everyone gets scared."
"Granger," He said looking into her eyes. "I won't let you fall."
She took a deep breath, but saw the he was serious, and got back on the broom.
"Ready?" He asked.
She clenched her eyes closed tightly. "Just do it, I don't even want to know." She waited for several minutes then asked "Well are you going to kick off?" At hearing no response she opened her eyes a bit and looked around. She as high above the ground, and the wind whipped through her hair. "Oh my god." She said slowly.
"See? It isn't so bad." Draco said from behind her.
"Not bad at all! It's gorgeous!" She said, beaming and looking above. "I feel as if I could touch the stars…"
"Do you want to try it on your own?"
"No… not yet. I like having you with me." She said, shivering and grasping onto her own shoulders.
"Are you cold?"
"Just a little."
"Well that's too bad!" He said laughing.
"How considerate." She said sarcastically.
"I'm just kidding. Here, have my coat. Malfoy's don't get cold."
"Why? Is that because the Malfoy's are already cold blooded?" She said snottily.
"Yes. Yes that's it."
"Hmm. What else do I need to know about the Malfoy's?"
"Well… We are FANTASTIC in bed."
"I could have just asked Pansy if I wanted to know that." She said. "Tell me something no one else knows."
"Hmm… Well I once ran away from home when I was like… 9. Only for one night though. I went into these woods near my house and around midnight I got scared shitless and when running back to my house."
Hermione laughed. "I have a question."
"Yeah?"
"Why did you go out with Pansy anyway?"
"I didn't really go out with her…"
"Let me correct myself. Have sex with her."
"That's more like it. For the same reason I have sex with other girls… for pleasure… excitement… fun."
"Do you really only think of sex as mere fun?" She asked, her hair whipping in the wind.
"Well… Yeah."
"That's sad though." She said solemnly.
"How?"
"It just… is. Sex is special… board games are for fun."
"Sex doesn't always have to be as serious as you make it sound."
"Well it should be."
"We have a difference of opinions, as usual."
"Seriously though, have you ever had sex with anyone you really cared about?"
"Yes."
"You're lying."
"Yeah, I am."
"As I said, sad. Why in the world PANSY… she's nothing but a two sickle whore."
He chuckled. "Perhaps. I did it because I wanted to."
"But…" She began, but her words were replaced by a sharp gasp as Draco abruptly pointed the front of the broomstick towards the ground, and the shot downward. She let out the beginnings of a scream, but felt a hand, Draco's hand, clap over her mouth as the pummeled down towards earth. When they were just feet from the ground, and she was sure it was her end, he pulled the broomstick back upward and they landed softly. He finally removed his hand from her mouth, and at once she yelled "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TRYING TO DO, GET ME KILLED?"
"No… I was just trying to get you to shut up." He smirked.
"You! You…" She began, shaking with anger.
"But this seems to be a more efficient way," He said, placing his hands tenderly on her chin and pulling her towards him softly, sealing her lips with his own.
"Mmrf" She said, as their lips met and the wind was knocked out of her, but then she fell into the kiss, like a deep black void digging into her soul from where she would never return. She didn't think, move, breathe even, until all of a sudden they heard footsteps from within the locker room, and Draco ended the kiss, pulling her over behind the bleachers and crouching down so that only their eyes peeked through the cracks.
"Beautiful night, Isn't it?" Said a peppy voice which appeared to belong to Professor Sprout, as she was the one walking out of the door and gazing up into the night sky. Hermione felt uneasy, as this was the SECOND time she found herself accidentally spying on someone.
"Yes, yes indeed!" They heard, as the second tiny, and just as peppy person emerged from the locker room.
"Flitwick?" Hermione whispered, before Draco hushed her by drawing one finger over his lips… the lips she so longed to devour.
"What are these doing here?" Asked Sprout, gesturing to the two broomsticks which were lying on the ground.
"I don't know. Probably just left after Quidditch practice."
"Careless kids."
"Well now that we are alone…" Professor Flitwick said, trailing off and then kissing Professor Sprout sloppily.
Draco burst out in laughter, and it was now Hermiones turn to silence him. He stopped laughing, but kept his smile, then clutched his stomach and pretended he was going to throw up. Hermione smiled back at him, then glanced away, wanting not to invade their privacy. She placed her back to the stone and slid down it, plopping onto the floor and clutching her knee's to her chest, hoping they wouldn't have to hide for long.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, the two professors headed back to the castle, and Hermione and Draco were left alone once again.
"Ew! God! That's the kind of thing that makes you vow never to have sex again in you're life!" Draco said, shaking with laughter.
"Yeah, defiantly something I did NOT want to see on a date. Speaking of which, the date was really, really nice. I didn't think you were capable of something like this."
"Um… thanks?"
"You're welcome." She smiled. "It's getting kind of late. And we were almost caught. We should go back inside, okay?"
"Yeah."
They grabbed the two broomsticks and walked towards the locker rooms.
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"You." Draco stared at Blaise blankly. "You, are going out with a Weasley? I don't believe it!"
Blaise grinned back at him. "What can I say? She's hot stuff."
"I still don't believe it!" Draco repeated. "How… When did this happen?"
"It happened AGES ago. We have just been keeping it a secret. And, I don't know, it just kind of happened."
"When exactly?"
"Like… a month? Maybe a little less…"
"Holy shit! You ACTAULLY found someone to be with you! Someone who isn't ugly and desperate!"
"Hey! None of the girls I dated are ugly OR desperate."
"Millicent Bulstrode?"
"Okay, I'll give you THAT one but I was really really drunk. Anyway, yeah. I really like her, Ginny I mean, maybe its actually going to be like… a relationship."
"This is a day of surprises!" Draco exclaimed. "You, in a RELATIONSHIP! Now that's a first. You cant even hold onto your one night stands."
"Enough about me. What about you and Granger?"
"What are you talking about? Me and Granger aren't going out. I don't know where you would get that idea! What are you talking about?" He repeated himself quickly.
Blaise laughed. "Relax, I don't give a shit if there is something going on between you two or not, I wont get mad or nothin', just tell me."
"Well… Maybe we have messed around a little." He lied.
"How much is a little?" Blaise asked, another grin on his face.
"Not much. She is freaking innocent! I swear!"
"Virgin?" Blaise asked. Draco nodded. "Sweeet."
"Well I think she is at least… she claims she isn't, but she acted all defensive when I asked and she said 'NO!' Really, really quickly."
"Hmmm." Blaise said, picking at his nails.
"Are you even listening to me?"
"Sorry, what?" Blaise said looking up with a dopey smile.
Draco rolled his eyes.
"Listen, Drake, it sounds to me that you like Granger a bit more than you are trying to make it sound."
"Whatever." Draco answered. But the look on his face gave Blaise the answer her wanted. Draco liked Granger. He liked her a lot.
A/N: Oookay. This chapter was a lot longer than the other ones. I just had a lot to write I guess… Hope you enjoyed it. OH! And I have something else to say. This part is IMPORTANT. After I stopped requiring reviews people really haven't been leaving them. I'm not trying to be annoying, or mean, or anything like that, it's just that when I write these stories I really love to get feedback, it's like… a reward for the time I spent on them. And if I don't get any reviews, I feel as if no one is reading. This is why I have decided to require 10 reviews before I update each chapter. I HOPE that 10 people read my story, so hopefully this wont be a problem, especially if after each person reads, they take a minute to leave me a review. It doesn't take long, I promise, and it makes me very happy :) If this seems like a lot to you, let me know, but I don't feel that it's too much since many other stories get WAY more than that each chapter. Thanks, and the next chapter will be put up after I receive ten reviews.