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Chapter 14 (omg 14 already!): I'll Be
"Now Peter, be good as always for Ginny and Harry, ok?"
"I know mommy."
"Do you promise?"
"Mom, Draco isn't coming until ten and by then I'll be sleeping," Peter reassured her.
"Oh, right," Hermione said looking at the clock. It was only eight thirty and there was plenty of time for Hermione to get ready. But Hermione did not know what to wear. She figured she was not going out for dinner, because it was so late, but she could not decide what to wear.
I don't know why I care so much, she asked herself while looking in her closet.
'It's because you want to make a good impression on Draco,' a little voice told her.
"I do not," she said out loud.
"You don't what?" Peter asked her. He was standing in her doorway watching her rummage through her closet with an amused expression on his face.
"Nothing sweetheart," Hermione said lovingly.
Peter smirked suspiciously.
Hermione went over to her son and kissed him on the top of his head and smiled as she whispered, "You look just like your father when you do that." Hermione proceeded to pass him and went into the bathroom to shower, and left Peter to wonder about the hole surrounding the subject of his father.
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"Herms?"
"Hey Harry! Thanks for coming so late," Hermione said rushing downstairs and giving Harry a peck on the cheek.
"No problem, really," Harry said as Ginny came through the door.
"Hey 'Mione!"
"Hey Gin," Hermione gave her best friend a hug.
"You look nice," Harry said to Hermione.
"Oh, thanks," Hermione said blushing a little. She was wearing a green tank top and black dress pants. She had her hair pulled back into a loose ponytail, and of course, she was wearing the locket. "I have no idea where we are going so I had to wing it," she smiled.
"I hope you have fun," Ginny said with a wink Harry could not see.
"Don't worry I will," Hermione said giving Ginny a smirk.
"Did I miss something?" Harry said totally out of the loop.
"It's ok Harry," Ginny said giggling to her beloved boyfriend.
Harry shook his head in confusion then headed up stairs to find Peter. "I'm going to go talk to Peter now, at least he makes sense."
Ginny rolled her eyes and turned back to Hermione. "It's almost ten. Hmmmm... I wonder where he is going to take you."
"Beats me," Hermione shrugged.
Within a couple minutes Draco had arrived at Hermione's. Hermione took a deep breath and opened the door to find Draco in a very different outfit than her.
"What are you wearing?" he said smiling at her.
"I don't know," Hermione whined. She felt a blush creeping up her cheeks as Draco stood before her in black sweat pants and a gray sweatshirt. "Hold on a minute," she said closing the door after Draco stepped inside.
Hermione ran upstairs to change. She quickly jumped into a pair of silver sweatpants and changed into a tank top and covered it with a green hooded sweatshirt. "Ok better," she smiled.
Draco kissed her on the cheek, "Ready?"
"Yep, let's go. I want to know where we are going," she said excitedly.
"It won't take that long; we're getting there by broom."
Hermione eyed Draco suspiciously. "We are getting there by broom?"
"Yes, by broom. And don't you dare say you don't like heights because I know you want to wrap your arms around me," Draco smirked.
Hermione smiled, "Well when you put it that way…"
Draco stepped over the broom and Hermione soon followed his actions. She gripped around his waist tightly causing Draco to grin from memories that had escaped from his head. He pushed off of the ground and began to steer them to their destination. He smiled as Hermione rested her head on his shoulder and he felt the calming sensation of her chest lifting against his back with every breath she took. Hermione unconsciously stroked her thumb against his body, and made a throaty moan as she drifted into sleep.
"Wake up Hermione…" Draco cooed as they were about to land.
"I wasn't sleeping," she yawned and lifted her head up, gazing dreamily at their destination. "Draco… what is this?" she said as she seemed to glide over to a blanket.
They were on a hill, in a place Hermione had never been to before. A blanket was a few feet away from Hermione and Draco passed her and sat on it. Hermione sat on the fleecy green blanket next to Draco. He was over-looking the hill, to a stadium. (AN: if you watch Laguna Beach… think about when Stephen and Kristen were together on the hill… same thing).
"Draco what's going on?" Hermione asked.
"Just wait a minute," he said smiling. "You'll see."
Hermione turned her attention back to the stadium. "I don't-"
Then the first of many fireworks shot up. All different colors ranging from red to blue to green and purple decorated the sky. They formed a variety of shapes as well.
"Wow," Hermione said after the finale. "That was great."
"There is more," Draco said kissing her softly.
Hermione looked at him quizzically, and then she heard a concert starting inside the stadium. "Draco, how did you know about this," Hermione asked him.
"A friend," he shrugged.
"Where are we?" Hermione said looking around more.
"We are in Muggle London," Draco smiled proudly.
"Muggle London?"
"Yes."
"We flew into Muggle London?"
"Yes."
"Draco," Hermione said with slight anger, "That is very irresponsible! We risked been seen like Harry and Ron in second year!"
Draco tilted his head to one side. "I'd like to think I can be stealthier than a second year Potter and Weasel."
Hermione smiled. "I suppose that's true."
"And besides," Draco continued, "If no one ever took risks Michelangelo would have painted the Sistine floor."
Hermione smiled. "That was poetic of you, did you think of that all by yourself?" she said with a hint of sarcasm.
"Do you want me to lie?" Draco asked grinning.
"No, I don't want you to ever lie to me again," she said with all seriousness.
"Well then… no, it's not my quote. I picked it up from a book of quotes I own."
"Hmmmm," Hermione said in thought, "I might have to borrow that book from you."
Draco smiled and kissed Hermione softly. "Anytime," he said, and then in a whisper added, "now you have an excuse to come over."
Hermione looked at Draco and half-smiled. "I need an excuse?"
Draco was perplexed. Does that mean she wants to come over my house…? On her free will? God she drives me mental!
Hermione tried to read Draco's face. I think I confused him… haha… he looks funny when he tries to think... I think I'll steal another kiss…
And that's what she did. Hermione captured Draco's lips with her own, causing both of them to forget about anything they had been thinking about previously.
"I love you Hermione," Draco said intensely locking eyes with her.
Hermione stared back. She stuttered o herself for a moment, "Draco-" but she stopped. I don't know what to say…
Draco felt his heart shatter inside his chest and attempted to compose himself quickly. He heard a lovely melody gliding to the hill from the stadium, "Would you like to dance?"
Hermione closed her eyes to listen to the song more closely, she smiled. "I'd love to."
Draco extended his arm to Hermione and they danced in their sweat pants and sweatshirts:
(AN: if u don't like lyrics skip a bit ….. but this is a good song!)
The strands in your eyes that color them wonderful
Stop me and steal my breath
Emeralds from mountains thrust toward the sky
Never revealing their depth
Tell me that we belong together
Dress it up with the trappings of love
I'll be captivated
I'll hang from your lips
Instead of the gallows of heartache that hang from above
I'll be your crying shoulder
I'll be love's suicide
I'll be better when I'm older
I'll be the greatest fan of your life
Rain falls angry on the tin roof
As we lie awake in my bed
You're my survival, you're my living proof
My love is alive not dead
Tell me that we belong together
Dress it up with the trappings of love
I'll be captivated I'll hang from your lips
Instead of the gallows of heartache, that hang from above
I'll be your crying shoulder
I'll be love's suicide
I'll be better when I'm older
I'll be the greatest fan of your life
I've been dropped out, burned up, fought my way back from the dead
Tuned in, turned on, Remembered the things that you said
Draco whispered in to Hermione's ear, "I'll be your crying shoulder, I'll be love's suicide I'll be better when I'm older, I'll be the greatest fan of your life…"
Hermione smiled at his singing. "You always had an amazing voice."
"Thank you Ms Granger," he said smirking, and then continued singing, "I'll be your crying shoulder, I'll be love's suicide, I'll be better when I'm older, I'll be the greatest fan of your life…" Draco kissed Hermione softly with love. "Hermione?"
"Yes Draco," she said sleepily. She was falling into a sleepy stage as her head relaxed against Draco's strong chest.
"When are you going to tell Peter?"
Hermione sighed. "We'll tell him tomorrow."
Draco nodded, and then realized… we?
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Sorry for the wait… and unfortunately you might have to wait a while again because…. I'M GOING TO FRANCE! So I wont be around for a few days… which means I wont be able to write… which leads to no update…. Oh well! Yay 4 paris!
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