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Chapter Two
Secerets
Lucky he dodged. She let out a sigh before retreating to her pissed off state.
"What the fck? Hermione!"
"Its your own fault Draco!" It took a few seconds for them to realise what they had just said.
"First names?" Draco said calmly.
"Yeah." Hermione said, blowing it off as if it were nothing, back walking up to him then past him stopping to say something. "And I get the bathroom!" He turned quickly to try and stop her but it was too late. She had shut the door.
"Damn, she's clever." He said to him self, trying to fight down the bitterness he'd felt all these years of her beating him in every subject.
"I heard that." She laughed but it was soon drowned out by the sound of running water.
That smells nice. She walked into the living room and saw the door to the kitchen was open, a fabulous smell wafting through.
"I didn't know you cooked, Draco." She called to him. Sitting in one of the chairs looking around.
"Yeah and I clean as well, as you might have noticed." She smiled inwardly and looked over at the kitchen door where Draco was now standing, his hair damp as if he had, had his bath.
"Have you had a bath?"
"Yes." He said as if it was obvious. "Why?"
"But I was having my shower?"
"Yeah, well I went in while you where having your shower, you look really hot naked." Her jaw dropped, but he just laughed.
"I take back what I said about you being clever. I went to the Prefects bathroom. Don't be disgusting."
Hermione snorted, before bursting into fits of laughter. "Okay so that was a bit thick!" Draco just smirked and went back to his cooking, the conversation flowed through the kitchen as the evening meal was served. Mmmm. Duck with plum sauce and spaghetti, Draco's favourite. He was just setting the table when to his surprise he heard Hermione's exclamation:
"Ohhhh my favourite, Draco you cooked my favourite meal!" with a huge grin on her face.
"Mine too" he replied, almost smiling. Hermione thought it lit up his entire face making him look warm and approachable. He should definitely do that more often. As they dug into the delicious food Draco had prepared, Dobby appeared.
"Would Missy Granger or Sir Malfoy like anything?" squeaked the small elf, obviously intimidated by Draco's presence.
"I think Dobby a bottle of red wine would be perfect," asked Hermione, knowing that Hogwarts pupils where only ever aloud wine with meals although not many drank it. Dobby instantly disappeared, in his absence there was an awkward silence, with a crack he re appeared – carrying not one, but three bottles of seventy year old red wine! "Dobby brought extra so as you could fill up the refrigerator without asking every time" Draco replied "Thank you Dobby" with a slight amount of disdain in his voice; which earned him a glare from Hermione. All the elf could do was squeak excitedly, with a bright flash of pride in his face he disappeared. The two drank most of a bottle of wine over the meal, just enough to make them feel merry. But after they had finished they carried on, and by the time they'd finished the second bottle Hermione was totally drunk, but Draco still had his wits about him…just.
"You know Draco," Hermione slurred as Draco hulled her to into the sitting room, "you're, hic, really cu… hic… te" He gently laid her down on the sofa and brushed some stray hers out her face.
"So are…" He caught him-self before he slipped up. It's the alcohol talking…I hope. "Sleep Hermione. Sleep."
She fell.
"OW! Shit!" She rolled over onto her back, realising she was in the living room and that she couldn't remember what happed last night. "Why am I in here?" Her head began throb. "And why does my head hurt?"
"It's called a hang over." The cold voice had a hint of warmness to it and suddenly it all came rushing back. The dinner, the wine, the jokes, her saying he was cute, falling a… Hang on! I told him he was cute! She sat up and saw Draco sitting calmly on the sofa, smirking at her.
"I didn't mean it!" She blurted out. Feeling the blush rise in her cheeks, Hermione quickly rose from the floor. "I n-need a shower." Draco looked bewildered as she ran past only just being able to hand her a phial. She held onto it and ran to the bathroom. She turned the shower on and started to cry. What have I done! She couldn't believe in they'd been getting on for what? Two days and she goes and wrecks it. She stood in the shower and cried. Her head pounding, every sound making the pain worse, when she got out and wrapped herself in a large fluffy, forest green towel and made her way, clothes and the phial in arms, to the door. Just then it twigged that she really should look at what the potion was. She took out the cork and sniffed – a god send! It was hangover reliever. She gulped it back in two quick swigs and instantly her head began to numb and she left the bathroom and entered the bedroom to get dressed; still embarrassed about the night before. But she wandered where and why Draco had got the potion for her. It was a lot of hassle to go to for someone he'd bullied for the last six years. What has changed?
She prepared for the day and headed to her first lesson – transfiguration- without breakfast, she still felt too sick. When she got there, Harry and Ron were already present (surprisingly) she took a seat in-between her two best friends. The chatted happily through the lesson, they were supposed to be transfiguring a bracelet into a working watch, which was very complicating. As ever Hermione was the first to complete the task, so as ever she spent the rest of the lesson chatting with the boys and helping her peers. All too soon the lesson was over and she returned to her quarters with Gryffindor fifty points up in the house points challenge thanks to her skills in McGonnagals lessons. She flopped down on the sofa, deciding to do her homework later. Grabbing Hogwarts, A History out of her bag to relax with when Draco clambered through the entrance. "Hermione, will you tutor me in charms?" asked Draco, almost nervously but in truth, once again he was trying to fight down that overwhelming bitterness bred into him by his despicable father. She was shocked. He must've changed if he's asking for my help.
"What charm you stuck with?" she replied, trying not to giggle at his face.
"Patronus, I just can't get mine to take form" She sighed; this was going to be hard work – for both of them.
"Come on then"
Hermione stood and lead him into the small study room next to their bedroom,
"Right think of your happiest moment, the one moment in your life that really makes you smile, every time you think of it you should feel that happiness spread through you. Got one?" Draco nodded, a little uncertainly. "Okay concentrate on that, really concentrate, let the moment wash over you like a wave and try when your ready" Draco focused on the day of the final battle between good and evil, he was working with the order as a spy along side his uncle Severus. Him, Hermione, Harry, Ron, Dumbledore where surrounding the Dark Lord, most of his Death Eaters dead, Draco could feel the concentration of magic in the air where four of the most powerful good wizards stood, his father killed earlier in the battle. They saw the sign and focused all their power into one last curse at the same time they all shouted it
"Avada Kedavra!" A flash of emerald light and Voldemort was crumbled to the ground still alive but uneven to so much as move, when flash, Harry repeated the curse this time alone he was gone. There was a huge scorch mark in the ground and that was the end of the reign of Tom Riddle. Draco had only returned their once to see it filled with wild flowers. It was beautiful. At that moment he almost screamed the charm
"Expecto Patronus!" and out of his wand flew the most beautiful white horse he'd ever seen. Before jumping up and down "I did it! I did it!" Without thinking he ran to Hermione wrapping his around her hips and lifting her up. She flung her arms around his neck as he swung her round and they both shouted. "We did it! We did it!" Forgetting them selves completely only to be brought back to reality when, Draco's horse gave a huff. He relished Hermione, as she did him.
"Oh…"
"Um…"
"Yeah…"
"So…"
"Why did I do that?" Draco said, his cheeks tinted pink. Hermione's were to and she looked away.
"How should I know?" Draco's expression softened but turned hard again when she looked back at him. "You going to name him?" She asked quietly. Draco hadn't thought about naming his Patronus, but now that he thought of it, it was a good idea.
"Um…Penguin." Hermione snorted. "What's so funny?" She snorted again. By now the proctor had vanished leaving Draco very much to his own problems.
"You're calling a horse… penguin?" He nodded and realised how funny it sounded.
"Fine… I'll call her premiere niege. (first snow)" Hermione stopped laughing and sighed.
"Good choice." But she wandered where Draco had gotten the name from, although she knew that Malfoy was a French name she highly doubted that he had actually learnt the language of his family.
The next few weeks flew by with no incidents. Consumed by work and planning Draco and Hermione hardly noticed each other they only ever noticed when it came to sleeping or they're almost daily bickering. Hermione had registered that Draco always woke first and was dressed by 5 am. She wandered what he was hiding from her. Draco however knew it was best she never knew that he held on to her at night. Every morning since the day when she taught him the Patronus charm, he would wake to find his arm around her thin waist. But he had no time to ponder on this as the Halloween ball was pulling up faster then they could plan. They ended up staying up into the late hours of the night as the Saturday loomed just days away.
"Catering?" She said, eyes glued to her list lying on the table.
"Check." He said looking at her instead of his list, which he was holding in his hand.
"Decorations?"
"Check." He lazily looked at his list then back at her.
"Clear up squad?"
"Check… look we have everything Hermione can I please stop saying check?" Draco snapped, slighty agitated by the whole damned thing. She looked up from the list, at him then at her watch then back at him.
"Well…" Draco made a sad face and pretended to beg. "…oh ok." He got up and thumped the air.
"Finally." He said, stretching his arms out so his shirt rode up showing some pale skin. Hermione got up while and exited the room, patting Draco's exposed flesh as she past him. He caught onto what she meant strait away. "I have not gained weight." He said flatly.
"I never said you had." She walked out the door and Draco followed.
"Then why'd you pat my tummy?" She suppressed a giggle at the sound of a Malfoy saying the word tummy.
"I don't know." She shrugged.
"You just couldn't keep your hands off me could you?" She stopped out side the bedroom door, her hand on the handle and turned to face him.
"Keep dreaming Malfoy." She went in making Malfoy wait out side while she changed.
He opened his eyes as the sunlight came streaming the window. He felt the empty space beside him rather then saw it. Oh dear. She knows. He could here the shower running in the bathroom, so he hurried to get ready for the day, grabbing his bag he decided to head to the Great Hall for breakfast, but what worried him was how she'd woken, how had they been lead?
Hermione got out of the shower, Oh God what am I going to do? Does he like me, or does he sleep like that with everyone? She thought back to the hand laced around her hip and the other on her right breast wandering what or who he had been dreaming of. No he definitely does not, but I know he wasn't dreaming of me. He'd never go for boring old Hermione Granger. Her head was spinning with questions, none of which she was brave enough to ask. As she stepped out of the bathroom she expected to see Draco sat on the sofa, but he wasn't there. She stepped into the bathroom and seen a made bed and a school bag gone. Well I won't be able to ask him now anyway. She got ready and made her way down to the Great Hall, she found a space between Harry and Ron as she always did and decided today she'd take it instead of sitting with Mr. Hug-In-Sleep.
"Good Morning" Hermione chimed.
The atmosphere was icy, she was blatantly ignored by Ron and Harry gave her a rather peeved. "Mornin'" through a mouthful of cereal. Oh no, what now! She was on the edge of her tether.
"Come on then, tell me exactly what I've done wrong now?" she snapped at them; trying to goad them into a fight, she felt so frustrated.
"Well," Harry started slowly in a calm voice.
"You never talk to us anymore!" Ron spat looking up from the daily profit. She looked at Ron who was shooting daggers and then at Harry who was hastily shoving more cereal into his mouth.
"Fine." She stood up and started to walk away from them. "I can tell when I'm not wanted." And for the first time in seven years she felt lonely.
The rest of her day went just as smoothly as breakfast had. What with her trying to avoid Draco's eyes through there morning classes and then not going to the hall for lunch, instead hiding up in her room, eating one of the pumpkin sweets she had perchased for the feast that night. She was sitting on the bed staring out of one f the large window and finishing off her snack when the porthole opened and she heard her name being called.
"Hermione?" She heard a door open and closes. Then open again. "Hermione are you here?" Another series of open and closing then opening of doors. "Hermi… there you are." She kept looking out the window. "Look the setting up team bailed, say they have detention, all five of them. So we have to do it." Hermione swallowed the last of her sweet and got up still not looking at Draco. She picked up her wand and made her way out of the room; Draco trailing behind her.
"Here ok?" He asked though he knew he'd get no reply. Hermione was still mad at him for something he could not control. He pinned up the orange decoration and moved on, levitating a pumpkin and placing it in one of the corners, once again asking a second opinion and once again getting no reply. About ten minutes after he heard her complaints.
"Why'd you put that there? That's where we're putting the giant candy cauldron!"
"I did ask you first!" He snapped back at her. But once more she just ignored him. "Hermione! What's wrong with you!"
"What's wrong with…? I'll tell you what's wrong with me!" she stomped up to him ready to give him a piece of her mind.
"Tu est comme ton père, il était un homme horrible! J'ai déteste il et je ne t'aime pas! Allez de nouveau au garçon que vous étiez!" She screamed at the boy stood in front of her, quite confident that he wouldn't understand a word she had said.
"Tu me confondes Draco. Je ne peux pas vous faire confiance!" She turned her back to storm away when Draco replied.
"S'il tu plait bouesange! Je ne suis pas comme mon père, tu ne comprends pas rien! Mon père n'est rien!" And with that he stormed away leaving a slightly abashed Hermione in the middle of a pile of decorations. Hermione spent the whole night putting up decorations on her own, whilst thinking over the conversation. But, the Hall looked spectacular, it was better than any other year she thought – although she knew if her and Draco had worked together it would've been even better. Hermione sneaked up to their quarters and got into bed, lying there looking out of the window, and when Draco turned her back on her. Her heart wrenched.
Evening passed and morning came and Hermione awoke to the sound of a slamming door. Hmmm six o'clock, where's he going this early? She had a shower and got ready for the day, deciding to have breakfast in their quarters not wanting to contend with Harry and Ron. At exactly quarter to eight Hermione started walking to Herbology, head down close to tears but fighting them back. Nothing changed. Ever.
"Well class," Professor Sprout announced once Hermione took her place next to Draco; who was still coldly ignoring her. "we have unfortunately have a secret burst coming up." A soft hum covered the class room and Hermione jerked her head up, to see Malfoy doing the same out of the corner of her eye. We had a fight! Was all that went through Hermione's mind. Where as Draco thoughts were. This isn't good. They'll all know. This really isn't good. The Professor had set a plant at the top of the table. "Miss Ganger, Mr Malfoy. You've failed your friend ship. Now must face the consequences." The plant began to shake and finally the flower opened. With it came to secrets, spoken in the voices of Hermione and Draco.
A/N: Starlight and Pricey: REVIEW! plz
The French: These are all ruff tranlaions. and may not be quit right. But this is what the translater came out with when i typed it in.
Tu est comme ton père, il était un homme horrible! J'ai déteste il et je ne t'aime pas! Allez de nouveau au garçon que vous étiez -Youare like your father,he was a horrible man! I hateyou and I do not love you! Goback the boy who you were.
Tu me confondes Draco. Je ne peux pas vous faire confiance! - You confuse me Draco. I cannot trust you!
S'il tu plait bouesange! Je ne suis pas comme mon père, tu ne comprends pas rien! Mon père n'est rien!" -Please mudblood!I am not like my father, you understand nothing! My father is nothing!