Get Mine, Get Yours
CHAPTER FIVE:
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"MALFOY! Would you just shut up for ONCE!" Hermione was breathing heavily and feeling rather frustrated.
How dare he have the nerve to accuse her of doing everthing wrong, while SHE was the one writing the rough draft to their stupid Potions project. Currently Hermione wanted to curse both Dumbledore and Snape for making her do such a project.
Draco looked into her eyes briefly and saw the malicious glint that he saw in his father. He knew it was time to keep his mouth shut.
"Granger," He started quietly "Come over here." He motioned for her to sit next to him on the squishy couch.
She looked at him suspiciously and being tired of arguing she walked up and sat down next to him.
He leaned in and kissed her softly. "Did anyone tell you how hot you look when your angry?" He mumbled against her lips.
"Just shut up Ferret and kiss me." She leaned into him interlocked her lips with his. Her tongue begged for permission and he let her in. He smirked inwardly at her agressiveness. Just the way he liked to make out.
Willingly he let her in. Angrily wanting more she loosened his tie then unbuttoned his shirt and took it off with ease. Surprised, Malfoy decided to ruin the mood.
"Granger, it's only fair if you take your shirt off too."
Hermione looked at his well defined six pack. His upper body truly a work of masculine art.
She sighed, "Okay whatever." Feeling despair she took off the mandatory Hogwarts tie, and buttoned her shirt. Finally at her last button he pulled her shirt off and Malfoy held his breath in.
Who knew Granger had a nice rack? He was guessing a good 36B.
Expertly he unclasped her bra and started feeling around. Hermione pressed her hands on his chest.
"Let's go upstairs. I don't want to get caught." Hermione said in a hushed tone. He nodded his head and took her hand leading to his dorm room. Hermione locked the door and whispered a silencing spell...
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"Granger...wake up." Draco looked at the sleeping brunette who wouldn't budge. Even when drooling she was still rather pretty.
Draco sighed, "GRANGER! DUMBLEDORE'S OUTSIDE MY DOOR!"
Hermione jumped off the bed, "What what what? Oh no...where's my skirt. My shirt. My bra." Feeling self conscious she wrapped her arms around her chest.
He smirked at her, "No use covering yourself you silly little mudblood, there's nothing I didn't see." Hermione blushed.
Collecting her final piece of clothing she exited out the door. "See you later Malfoy."
He just nodded his head in agreement.
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Hermione read over the draft she and Malfoy wrote. Surprised she saw his neat script finishing the 2 feet of scroll left. She munched on her blueberry muffin daintily. And looked up at Malfoy discreetly.
Pansy was nibbling on his neck and Hermione couldn't do anything but sigh in despair.
She didn't own him. She had no future with him. But still she couldn't help but feel a tinge of jealousy...and the urge to rip out Parkinson's dirty blonde hair.
Ron caught her scowl. "'Mione are you okay?"
"Yes. Yes. I'm peachy keen. Just a little angry at the Head Boy acting so recklessly during the first meal of the day."
"I understand. Try not to let the Amazing Bouncing Ferret get to you okay?"
"I'll try Ron. I really will." She sighed, "Let's go to the next class. Care of Magical Creatures with the Hufflepuffs I presume?"
"Got it." He smiled weakly at her trying to hide suspicion on why she's been acting so weird lately.
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"Harry...I have a secret I think I have to 'fess up." Harry looked at his red head best bud quizically.
"Uhm...sure. Shoot."
"I have a huge crush on Hermione."
All heard was silence.
"I knew it! How long?" Harry smiled happily at the thought of his two best friends hooking up. It was just, so perfect.
"Since fourth year Harry." Ron took a deep breath in, "It was then I realized that our 'Mione wasn't a little girl anymore and that she was an actual woman. She's so strong and smart and beautiful. And I know a lot of boys got their eyes on her. But have been to intimidated to ask her out...do you think I really have a chance?"
"Of course you do!" Harry replied still smiling.
"I think I'll ask her out the end of this week."
"You better. Unless you don't want nothing to happen because you chickened out into asking your best friend out..."
"NO! I WILL ask Hermione Granger out by the end of the week." Ron huffed, "I really will."
"Promise on the Gryffindor Quidditch Team?" Harry looked at him seriously.
"I, Ron Weasley promise on the honor of the Gryffindor Qudditch Team." They both laughed at the sillyness of it all.
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Hermione sat on the couch of the Heads Common Room. She twirled her quill around thinking of more ideas to better up the rough draft for the Potions project. She stopped when she watched Malfoy walk out his dorm room in an all black ensamble.
Black shoes, black shirt which was opened at the top and black slacks.
As much as Hermione didn't want to admit...he did look...rather...hot. But his insufferable personality dampens the fact that he was gorgeous. She kicked herself mentally. But then again, she was a girl. And girls we're supposed to be boy crazed.
"Where are YOU going this lovely Tuesday evening Malfoy?" He looked at her strangely.
"Date with Pansy. Don't ask me any more questions mudblood." He sneered at her.
"Whatever."
She watched him walk out of the door smug. Hermione sighed. And some unexplainable reason she wanted to be in Pansy's position right now. The one snogging him senseless. But she knew she couldn't be in Pansy's postion.
She never would.
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"How's the tiramisu Draco?"
They were currently in an Italian restaurant called, "La Vita Dolce." The tiramisu was infact very good, but the company with Pansy was not. He was furious at his father for making him go on a date with Pansy.
"Oh. Well it's pretty good. You we're right Pansy. This restaurant is excessively nice. The service is exeptionally good." He was bored out of his mind with this date. He wanted out.
"Well I think I should go now. It's rather late and Dumbledore said we needed to be home by 12 AM. It's already 11:50." He said glancing down at his watch.
"Your right let's go."
She took the opportunity and grabbed his hand. Not wanting to hear her high pitched screeching he gave in.
Walking inside of Hogwarts he dropped her off at the front of the Slytherin portrait door.
"Don't I get a goodnight kiss?" She looked at him sweetly.
"Sure Pans." He closed his eyes and gave her a quick peck on the lips.
"Goodnight Draco Malfoy."
"Goodnight Pansy." He quickly walked off to the Head Dorms. Thinking about the peck with Pansy. It didn't feel right.
Because she wasn't Hermione Granger...
TBC!
A/N: Uh...what you guys think of the love scene in the beginning? Well now the plot thickens with Ron's dilemma...will it cause issues? Continue to read on!
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