Body Check
A/N: First off, I'm sooooo thankful for all the reviews. I would like to shout out a big 'thank you' for those who reviewed! Love you loads!
To tuxedo cat: If you're reading this, I apologize. I admit that the last part is a bit weird and crappy. But, thanks for your review. I'll try to improve on it. (:
Janette Salinas: Don't worry. I wont make them fall in love so easily. I know I'm evil. Muahahah:)
Disclaimer: I don't own them. Which part of 'Don't' do you guys not understand? Mutters under breath Bunch of paranoid people and blah…
Chapter 2 – Cant get you out of my mind
"Sweetheart…wake up…wakey wakey!" a horribly high-pitched voice rang through his ears.
"C'mon Draco…wakey!" came that annoying voice again.
Draco groaned and propped his elbows on the bed.
"What the hell is going on here?" he said, holding his head in his hands.
"Nothing. Just you and me on this bed."
Draco felt a weight on him and he forced open his eyes. A redhead with huge brown eyes sat on his stomach staring at him. Memories from last night's events came rushing to his mind instantly. He had downed about seven Whiskeys when this redhead came to him. Then, they went to his house and there, they had a fun time experimenting different positions to please each other. That was a really good time for acrobats.
'I must have been really drunk…' he muttered under his breath. Draco Malfoy never brought any girl back to his home. He preferred doing things at the females' house and the next morning, he would leave the house after having another round of sex. That was his usual routine.
"Draco…" that redhead purred against his neck. She had found his sensitive spot, which was the side of his neck, and she was currently leaving a trail of kisses down his neck.
Funny, why was she moaning when he was supposed to be the one making that sound? Weird redhead. He decided to just play along and fake a moan. But then again, what was her name? Mandy? Misty? Michy? Oh damn. He turned to his right and read the time on the clock. Ten…ten thirty… Oh shit! He was late for training…hold on. There was no training. It was a Saturday. No excuse to save him now.
"Darling…why don't you take a bath?" he said softly, hoping she wouldn't turn mad and threaten him.
"Hmmm…" she said and sat up, looking at him.
"Go take a hot water bath. It'll do you good." He persuaded as he tucked a strand of stray red hair behind her ear.
"Alright…I know when I'm not wanted or needed." She said. Was that a hint of disappointment? Whatever. Glad she knew that. He'd be damned if she refused to leave.
"Walk straight, turn left when you see the first room. That's the bathroom." He said. "Darling." He added to his sentence.
She grabbed the sheets from the bed and wrapped them around her body, a long train following behind her. Draco sighed as she left. Somehow during their lovemaking, he had pictured someone else instead of that Mandy-Misty-Michy. It scared him and he had shoved that redhead away, scaring her a damn lot. He had quickly apologized and pulled her back. However, not long later, he had pictured that girl in his arms, her smooth thighs he was parting, and her luscious lips he was licking and kissing again.
That thought alone was scary. He quickly shook off those horrible thoughts and put on his green boxers that the redhead had flung last night. He went down to his kitchen and made some coffee. He refrained from calling for the house-elf or taking out his wand and did his morning breakfast with it. He didn't want to scare off that Muggle redhead again. Once was enough.
"…I'll be the annoying song lyric that you can't get out in your head…" Damn…she was getting on to him.
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"Hermione! Breakfast is ready!" Abigail yelled.
"Coming!" Hermione shouted back and ran down to the dining hall.
"One sunny side-up with bacon and coffee coming right up!" Abigail placed Hermione's breakfast in front of her and smiled.
"So, no work today?" Hermione asked as she ate her breakfast.
"Nope. Today's the off day for that singer. Whatever her name is. I can't stand her. She's such a stuck up bitch!" Abigail said.
"Whoa. Language, my dear. Who can else worst than Draco Malfoy? He's awarded the 'Most Obnoxious-Detestable-Irritating-Annoying Idiot on Earth'."
"Alright. I can see that the enmity between you two will never change."
"Never. Ever. Impossible." Hermione finished the last of her breakfast and went back to her room.
"It's time to go visit my parents." She muttered under her breath and changed into something more presentable instead of her grey sweatpants and the big black shirt that can hide at least two chickens.
She put on makeup sparingly and went down.
"Abby. I'm visiting my parents. See you later." She called out and apparated to her parent's house.
"Hermione! You're here!" her mother exclaimed and dropped her cup onto the floor.
"Yes. I decided to drop by for a little visit. How's Dad and you getting along?" she asked as her mother ushered her to a seat and went back into the kitchen to get her some lemon cookies.
"As usual." Came her mother's curt reply. Hermione knew at once that they must have argued again.
"Mom…do try to give in to Dad if you can. You do know he dislikes having someone to nag at him all day long." Oops. Big mistake, Hermione. She's just admitted that her mother nags incessantly and she knew her mother hated that.
"I know. But he's not listening to me! If he actually listened, I wouldn't have to nag at him. He's spoiling that child! Buying a cell phone for him, purchasing all the CDs that he wants. We aren't young anymore, Hermione. Business at the clinic may be alright and the profit we get always get used by him." Her mother sighed and sat at the dining table.
"I'll talk to Lance if you want. I'll try to persuade him to stop getting the unnecessary things." She offered.
"I'd love it. Thanks, Hermione." Her mother smiled and patted her hand lovingly.
Hermione took one lemon cookie and went upstairs to find Lance. The loud music blaring throughout the house meant that Lance was home.
"Lance?" Hermione knocked on the door and asked.
"Enter."
She entered Lance's room and looked at him. Talk about puberty. The last time Hermione saw him was about two weeks ago and now, he seemed to have grown another two inches. Damp light brown hair stuck to his forehead and Hermione reckoned he'd just bathed. Freckles dotted along cheeks, across the bridge of his nose and to the other cheek. He was the kind of boy girls would love to date.
There was this poster that caught her attention. It was Draco Malfoy wearing his Qudditch team robes with his silver blond hair covering his forehead and his eyes. He looked so retarded in that picture. Hell, whom on earth is she kidding? He looked sexy, she had to admit. She immediately slapped herself mentally for thinking that way.
"Sis!" he shouted over the loud music and hugged her fiercely, almost breaking her bones.
"Lance…can't…breathe…" Hermione choked out.
"Oops. Sorry. So, what've brought you here today?" Lance asked as he let go of his sister and switched off the audio set.
"Just wanted to see what's happening around here. Heard from Mom that you've been purchasing more CDs than ever." She narrowed her eyes considerably.
"I know. It's just that these songs are really nice! Besides, my grades are improving and Dad had bought these CDs as a reward. Cool, huh?" a broad grin appeared on his face.
"Alright. But, don't spend too much on them get it? Mom is not happy about it at all." She understood him perfectly. She'd been the same when she was a teenager back at Hogwarts. She bought makeup, clothes like though there's no tomorrow when she was in her fourth year onwards. However, she didn't really have to chance to don them.
"She's never happy about me. She thinks that I'm a big mistake brought into this world." He sighed and sat at the edge of the bed.
"Lance…you know she doesn't think that way." She reassured.
"Yes she does. I know. I heard them quarrelling last night again. I had accidentally overheard their argument. Said that I shouldn't have been born. Said that I was the biggest mistake that happened to them." he looked down into his hands.
"Lance, anything can come out when one is angry. Something nasty. You shouldn't take what she said to heart."
"Alright. I'll try."
"If there's anything, just come and find me all right? You can just Floo to my house. My fireplace is always open." Hermione chuckled.
"You're still the best, sis. You rock!" Lance cheered up and hi-five with Hermione. Teenagers.
"So, when did you get that poster? The other time I came, I didn't seem to see that here. Besides, one can only get his poster at the Diagon Alley. Did you sneak in there?" Hermione pointed to the poster of Draco Malfoy.
"I got it yesterday. I had a friend who's like you. A wizard. Cool huh? Aint he handsome? He's my idol, sis. The way he played that game. It's awesome!" The way Lance was looking at the poster reminded Hermione of Lavender and her gang when they had gotten a date for dances, Balls or whatever. Bunch of squealing and flirty girls.
"Lance…are you gay?" she asked with eyes wide as saucers.
"What the hell?" Lance looked at Hermione as though she was an alien.
"I mean…the way you're looking at him…" Hermione managed a weak smile.
"Sis! I'm not gay! I will never be!" he exclaimed and Hermione burst into laughter. After a while, Lance laughed with her too.
"Ok. I get it."
"By the way, sis. I heard that you're the publicist for the Veloce, aren't you?"
Veloce. Now, that name rings a bell. Right. The name of Draco Malfoy's team is Veloce. It means swift in Italian. Amazing.
"Yep. How did you know?"
"Dad told me. Now, do you think it would be possible to…erm…"
"Yea?"
"Possible to see them train? I promise I'll be good!" Lance said quickly.
"Well…" Hermione paused deliberately, looking at how Lance's brown eyes widened in suspense.
"Alright!" she exclaimed and got engulfed in another bone-crushing hug.
"You're the best, sis! I knew it!" Lance punched his fist in the air and exclaimed.
Never had Hermione seen her sixteen-year-old brother so happy in her life. After chatting with him for another half an hour, she went down to check on her father who was busy pruning the bushes in their garden at the lawn.
"Dad! How're you?"
"Never better. I reckon your mother told you we argued again?"
"Nope. Lance was the one who told me." Hermione admired the garden that her father had taken great pains to maintain and beamed proudly. It was beautiful. Yellow and purple morning glories crept along the fence. Hermione's favorite flower, carnations, bloomed from the green buds to pink, red, purple, yellow flowers.
"I see."
"Dad…do try to accommodate with Mom at times. I know she may be naggy at times, but it's for your own good. Don't spoil Lance. Be firm with him. Teenagers want to rebel at times. Giving in to him often will not do him any good."
"I'll try. So, what brought you here?" her father turned and smiled at her.
"Nothing. I just wanted to see how you're doing. Anything wrong with that?" Hermione chuckled. She loved this family, even though her parents kept arguing over the smallest things and Lance was a rebel at times.
"Nothing's wrong with that. By the way, Harry came to look for you this morning at nine. Said that you were looking for him or something."
"Oh. I forgot about it. Why didn't Mom say anything about it?"
"She was bathing, so I answered the door."
"I'm sorry, Dad, but I got to go. See you soon." Hermione ran into the house and bade her mother and Lance goodbye as she apparated to Harry's house.
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That Mandy-Misty-Michy finally left his house. She dragged her stay there, making excuses of wanting to eat breakfast and trying to find her clothes when she knew where it was. The moment she was properly clothed and was fed, he had her out of his house immediately.
"Binky!" he called out as he sat in front of the television. No one came.
"Binky!" he shouted. Immediately, a little house-elf appeared. Its large eyes were staring at Draco intently, its hands trembling slightly.
"Get me a Whiskey. Make it strong." He commanded.
"Yes, sir." She was gone with a 'pop' and then appeared a while later with Draco's Whiskey. He drank it all in a gulp and requested for more.
"Sir, you is drunk. Binky cannot let you drink more." Draco saw Binky's eyes widened slowly.
"Just get me more." It was only his first cup and Binky thought he was drunk? Stupid house-elf.
"No! Oh no. What will Mistress say when she knows Young Master is drinking? Oh no." Binky said loudly.
"Binky…Mistress is dead. She's not alive!" Draco seethed. He had finally gotten over his mother's death and Binky has to bring it up again. Dammit.
"Sorry Master. Binky will shut up. Please don't give Binky clothes." Binky pleaded as she knocked her head against the coffee table.
Draco growled and went up to his room. His day didn't start well. First, he imagined the redhead as her while they were doing foreplay, then he woke up with a stupid redhead in his bed, now; he has a house-elf who had gotten on his nerves. He took out his broom and went out for a ride. Time to get vent off his frustrations.
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"Hermione! You came!" Harry exclaimed and hugged his best friend.
"Yep. How's Mariah?" she asked as Harry conjured a cup of coffee for her.
"Morning sickness is killing her. She's stuck in the toilet for ten minutes. Can't stop vomiting." Harry sighed and shook his head.
"That's a pregnant lady for you." Hermione chuckle and sipped at her coffee.
"Yea. I know. She didn't have such a bad time when she was carrying James. I shouldn't have put her through this misery."
"Now, now. I know how crazy in love you two are. You two just can't keep your hands off each other." Hermione chuckled again.
"Hermione! Don't let James hear that. He's learning to talk now and he's repeating what we've been saying." He warned.
As if he knew the two of them were talking about him, James came running down the stairs.
"Dada! What we've been swaying!" he shouted and ran into his father's arms.
"Oopf! That's what I mean. It's 'saying', not 'swaying', dear." Harry corrected James.
"Saying. Saying!" James repeated as he clapped his hands together.
"That's a smart boy." Hermione beamed.
"Meet auntie Hermione."
"Harry! Auntie sounds old. Call me godmother." Hermione smiled.
Before James could say anything, Harry rushed to the staircase. Hermione turned and saw him talking to a brunette. Mariah Lebenzon Potter. What a beauty. She had long wavy dark hair that cascaded down her back. Her face was pale but a captivating smile was there. Enchanting woman she is.
"Hermione! You're here. I missed you!" Mariah gushed and hugged Hermione tightly.
"Yep. I came to find Harry last night but he wasn't in." Hermione smiled at her.
"So, why did you find me for?" Harry asked as he sat beside Mariah.
"It's a long story." Hermione sighed.
"We've got time." Mariah said.
"Time! Time!" James chipped in.
"Alright…" Hermione said and related the events that happened yesterday to them.
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End of chapter 2. I'm really really sorry that this chapter is so short! I just had an operation on my right hand and I'm right-handed. Now, it's bandaged up but it hurts when I try to twist it. So, it took me a really long while than usual to type this out. I apologize again! I know that's no excuse but it really hurts.
Anyway, I know this chapter aint that eventful. But I promise, the later chapters will be better. I apologize again.
So, will you be kind enough to review? Please and thank you!
By the way, have a poll to see who Draco
dreamt of. It'll be revealed in the later chapters.
1)Ginny
2)Hermione
3)Pansy
4)Narcissa (LOL)
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Alright, I'll leave you here for the moment. Ciao! Take care and review please! (: