Only Fools Rush In
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Chapter 2 – Why Not: And So It Starts
Hermione's POV
"Um, uh… I think I'll go start doing my rounds…" I heard myself mutter as I hurried out of the compartment barefoot.
Damnit, I thought guilty. What the hell just happened in there?
(Draco Whatever-The-Hell-His-Middle-Name-Is Malfoy kissed you) the she-devil in my head said.
I know that, damnit all. Tell me something I don't know, I thought bitterly to myself.
(You liked it)
Liked what?
(The kiss. And don't even try to deny it Hermione Bethany-Anne Granger, because it sent shivers down your spine. It made you feel whatever Chris made you feel. Tenfold.)
"Shut up!" I seethed quietly as I walked brusquely down the corridors. I was headed for Ron and Harry's compartment. I would not, could not, trust myself to be near him. Or else something just might go wrong. This was not exactly the best way to start my last year at Hogwarts. I rapped on the window then stuck my head in.
"Hey, guys. Mind if I join you?"
"Sure, 'Mione. Come on in," Harry said, getting up and opening the door all the way. I walked in and felt something cold against my feet.
"Shit…" I had forgotten my sandals on the seat in the Head compartment. They noticed.
"Uh, 'Mione, where are your shoes? Or is this some sort of, uh, American thing?"
"Shut up, Ron," I snapped. "I needed to get out of the Head compartment. The rumors were true: Malfoy is Head Boy."
I didn't bother to tell them about the kiss. It would just worry them, and Harry and Ron were already busy with their own lives.
"Heh. Feel sorry for you 'Mione. Here," Ron shucked off his brand new hiking boot the twins bought him. "Wear these. We'll get your stuff later."
I blushed and slid beside him on the seat, slipping my bare feet into the way too big, but warm, boots. I muttered a shy thanks.
You think you're going nowhere
When you're walking down the street
Acting like you just don't care
When life could be so sweet
Why you
wanna be like that
Cause if there's nothing new
You're not fooling no one
You're not even fooling you
The witch with the food cart came by about half an hour into our conversation. We were talking about lots of different things: Quidditch, our summers, ways to kill Malfoy. Harry got up to get food for us when Ron looked at me, a blush rising in his cheeks.
"'Mione, can I ask you something?"
"Sure, Ron."
"Uh, 'Mione, uh…"
"Yeah?" I knew what was coming. I waited for it patiently, something so unlike my new self.
(But if he asks you out, you have to say no.)
Damnit, stupid she-devilette. I can do whatever the hell I want to.
(But you'll always remember that kiss. That kiss Draco Malfoy gave you. You know you want more. Don't deny it. Follow your frikkin' heart, not your head or society for once.)
I pushed the she-devilette aside. I could always deal with her later.
"Hermione, will you go out with me? I mean, we, er, could, y'know, always go to Hogsmede together or do something in the castle…"
I threw my arms around his neck. I was wondering when he would ask. I mean, it was sort of obvious since fourth year when I went to the Yule Ball with Viktor.
"I'll take that as a yes then."
"If it was a no," I said, pulling back to face him, settling lightly on his lap, "I wouldn't be wrapped around you like this."
"Right then." He pecked me on the lips. I wished it had been a bit more than that, but Harry choose that exact moment to walk in.
"Maybe I should leave…"
"No, Harry, mate. S'all right." I agreed with Ron as he said that. I didn't want Harry to feel left out.
So walk a
little slower
and open up your eyes
Sometimes it's so hard to see
the good things passing by
There may
never be a sign
No flashing neon light
Telling you to make your move
Or when the time is right
Ron put his arm around my shoulders and was wearing a dumb grin on his face. I couldn't help but grin myself.
(Foolish, stupid girl. Well, as they say, 'Only Fools Rush In')
"We need some music," I said suddenly. I wanted to block out the sound of Ms. She-Devil.
{But, then again, why not? This could be a good experience, you know.} My mini she-angel just had to poke her nose into things now. Just great. It's a battle of wits. Literally.
I accioed my CD player and in a matter of minutes it came speeding into the compartment, breaking the glass window in the process. Harry repaired it while I set the mini-stereo on an empty seat. I turned it on and it immediately went to UB40's 'Red Red Wine'.
"What is this?" Ron asked, listening to the moderate reggae beat.
"Reggae. Type of music. Dancing and grinding and club music, really," I replied. "They play some of this type of stuff on the WWN."
"Knock, knock. Can we join you guys? We were getting bored." Ginny and Jared trooped into the compartment and flounced on the seats beside Harry.
"Oh, this is great music. Wanna dance, Gin?"
Ginny took his hand and they got up and started doing some slow grinding. I could feel Ron's had make a fist on my shoulder as Jared got closer and closer to Ginny. I looked at him to make sure he was alright and saw his face to be red, almost the shade of his hair.
"Oh, c'mon, Ron! Ginny's sixteen. She can take care of herself. C'mon, let's show them what grinding really is."
(Hmmm, 'Let's Get Physical" much, Hermione?)
(So) Why
not
Take a crazy chance
Why not
Do a crazy dance
If you lose the moment
you might lose a lot
So why not
Why not
(Why not take a crazy chance
why not take a crazy chance)
Oh, shut up. I'm trying to have a good time without you butting in, I shot back to my she-devil as I grabbed Ron's hand and pulled him to me.
"It's all in the hips, just follow what I do."
Ron was a bit clumsy, so we sat down while Gin and Jared occupied the corner, slowly dancing.
Harry, Ron and I started talking again as the songs changed. Half-way through Michelle Branch's 'Everywhere', Neville, Dean, Seamus, Lavender and Parvati all came by.
"Wow. We must be popular," Ginny said, breathing hard as she sat down beside me. "It's getting crowded, though."
"I can fix that." I muttered a small incantation and tapped my wand on the floor. Suddenly the compartment tripled in size. I also conjured up some food and we all just sat and talked, laughed and listened to music, the occasional couple getting up to dance to a certain song.
You always
dress in yellow
when you wanna dress in gold
Instead of listening to your heart
You do just what you're told
You keep waiting where you are
What you'll never know
Let's just get into your car
And Go baby Go
Soon, another handful of people joined us and it became a total party. Harry cast a silencing charm on the door so that no one outside could hear us.
"Great choice of clothes, 'Mione. You going barefoot" [I had taken off Ron's boots earlier] "makes your outfit sorta… Beach-y," Lavender said while we lounged through an Avril Lavigne song. I thanked her and her, Parvati, Ginny and I got started on a clothes conversation.
It's been two hours since this trip started and I'm already having fun, not holed up in some book, I thought, amazed.
Wayne Wonder's 'No Letting Go' came on after fifteen minutes of clothes and fashion conversation.
"Oh, I love this song!" I gushed. I looked at Ron and he shook his head. I giggled and asked out loud if anyone wanted to dance with me. No one said anything so I went up solo.
I could feel everyone's eyes on me as I started shaking my hips and touching and caressing my arms and torso. I closed my eyes and felt the music, became part of the beat.
At the start of the second verse, I felt hands on my swaying hips and a body grinding behind me. I didn't bother opening my eyes yet. It was probably someone in our group.
(So) Why
not
Take a crazy chance
Why not
Do a crazy dance
If you lose the moment
you might lose a lot
So why not
Why not
I wrapped my arms around the person's neck. I swayed to the floor and came back up again. I did all the moves I felt had to be done. Then it was over. I turned around and looked at my dancing partner. My mouth opened and my open palm connect with soft, pale skin.
Draco's POV
That… Hurt. Right when she turned around and saw my smirk of pleasure, I got slapped.
"Hey, I should be getting thanks, Granger," I sneered, rubbing my cheek gingerly. "Or else that amazing body of yours would have been wasted on one of these mere boys."
Note to self, I thought. First thing to do after Welcoming feast: Cold Shower.
"Shut up and get away from me, Malfoy. You weren't invited." I could see her blushing but I didn't know if it was from me or the dancing or both. It was so tempting to just have a go at her right there.
"You liked it, Granger," I taunted. "Admit it. You loved it and you want more." I could see her face screw up in frustration.
(Draco, my good man, you've hit the button) my inner devil said, giving me a (metaphorical) pat on the back. I grinned.
"So what are you all waiting for? Are you going to hex me or what? Or are you all just going to let me leave, unscathed?" I asked, surprised that I hadn't been cursed into next century.
"Get out of here, Ferret," the he-Weasel seethed at me, standing up.
"And if I don't, what are you going to do about it, Weasel?"
"Stick around and see, why don't you?" He advanced on me. We were staring eye to eye after about three of his paces.
Ohh
I could be the one for you
Ohh yeah
Maybe yes, maybe no
Ohh
It could be the thing to do
What I'm saying is
You gotta let me know
"C'mon, Weasel. What could you do? You probably couldn't even hold your wand the right way to hex me," I jeered, remembering the little incident in second year.
"No, I'm going to do better than that. I'm going to show you what happens when you mess with another guy's girlfriend."
I shot a glance at Hermione before I felt a sharp pain in my temple and saw nothing but utter blackness.
I heard yelling. Loud yelling. Louder than I wanted it to be. I felt around for my wand and found it lying beside me. I picked it up and muttered 'Silencio', mercifully silencing the yelling.
"What in the bloody blue hell happened," I asked then dropped my voice at the sound of it. "And why is everything so bloody loud?"
I tried opening my eyes but when I did, I was greeted by blinding white light. My left temple started to throb. I closed my eyes again and surrendered myself to the merciful darkness.
Hermione's POV
You'll
never get to heaven
Or even to L.A.
If you don't believe there's a way
Why not
Take a star from the sky
Why not
Spread your wings and fly
It might take a little
Or it might take a lot
So why not
why not
"Ron! For Merlin's sake, you could've killed him!" I yelled again.
"Hermione, please, calm down," Harry pleaded with me, holding me back from launching myself at the tall red-head.
"He had it coming to him, I'm telling you, 'Mione."
"But you didn't have to knock his lights out totally. Could've at least kept him conscious."
(You like the attention.)
Shut up, will you? I'm trying to get this whole bloody fucking mess sorted, I shot back at Ms. Devil. Why don't you mind your own business for once?
(This is my business, Granger. What's yours is mine and what's mine is yours. Mi casa e tu casa, si, señorita?)
I decided to do more yelling. I turned to Draco's [what? When did her become Draco?] unconscious form and started ranting.
"Malfoy, you stupid fucking fat-headed prick! God, I hope that Ron literally knocked some sense into you! Gods, you act like you own the goddamn fucking world! You think you're so fan-fucking-tastic, but you're not! Do you hear me? YOU ARE NOT! I have half a mind to give up my position to be away from you, not to wake up to your fucking face lazing around the Head common room, smirking your fucking smirk and drawling in your fuck-"
I was silenced. I didn't notice him moving, I was so blinded with rage. My mouth was moving but nothing was coming out. I saw Draco [Damnit! Where is Draco coming from???] lift his head and open his eyes then black out again. I almost felt sorry for him.
I pulled my wand out of my pocket and pointed it at myself, thinking of the reverse spell for the silencing charm. I felt a tingle in my throat.
"Stupid prat," I muttered, testing my voice.
(So) Why
not
Take a crazy chance
Why not
Do a crazy dance
If you lose a moment
You might lose a lot
So why not
Why not
I told everyone that I would stay with Malfoy [That's much better] for the remaining 3 hours of the trip. Once they left, I settled myself into one of the couches in the First Aid compartment and fell asleep. I had nothing else to do, so why not?
A/N: Okay, for those of you who didn't know the song from the first chapter, it was Tupac's "Thugz Mansion (Acoustic)" featuring Nas and this one is Hilary Duff's "Why Not". Tyz nd Thankies to all who read, blah, blah, blah, and review and if you wanna become a beta-reader (or as I like to call them: my precious guinea pigs, heh), or if you want to suggest a song or if you wanna talk to me, blah, blah, blah, e-mail me: pnay_sweet_xtacy@hotmail.com. Okay, with that out of the way, I'll try to post the next chapter ASAP. Luv ya! :D