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Stay the Night
Chapter Nine
When Hermione finally opened her eyes, it was night. Great, she thought. What am I supposed to do now? After apparating from the Burrow, Hermione appeared in her home- the comfort of her own flat, only to run to her bed and cry herself to sleep. Getting up from her bed, Hermione made her way into the kitchen area of her apartment. Fixing a little something to eat, she stared into space.
How could things get so out of hand? I thought they'd want to see me- wait, would I even want to see me? I just left them without warning or reason. What kind of friend am I- I didn't even tell them about Malfoy and me to begin with. . .
Hogwarts, almost 4 years ago. . .
Although Snape's room in the dungeons was dreary and cold during the day, it was hot every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Those were the days that Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy snuck from their respective houses and met each other. Any passerby would surely be shocked- the two were snogging like they'd never see the other again. Little pants and moans could be heard in the room, for silencing charms had been placed in order to keep away suspicion.
Breaking away from each other, Draco and Hermione looked at each other while taking in much needed oxygen.
"I love this time of the week." Draco gave his snogging partner his famous smirk, only for her to pull his collar to her and kiss him again. She's a bit agressive tonight, he smiled in the kiss and put his arms around Hermione's waist. A minute later, they broke apart for breath again.
A worried look cast over Hermione's eyes. "What time is it?" She began to become frantic.
Sarcasm was written all over Draco's face. "Let me check my arse and see if a time-telling device could be found there. Really Granger," he started, but Hermione cut him off.
"We're not fighting tonight Malfoy; I don't want to hear it. I'm going to go back to my room before they start worrying about me." She put an emphasis on they to show Draco exactly who she was referring to. Harry and Ron. Lately, they just raised their eyebrows when Hermione came up with her lame excuses to leave Gryffindor Tower. They knew she wasn't going to the library, no matter how worried about the N.E.W.T.S she was. So, kissing Draco's cheek, Hermione walked briskly towards her common room, leaving Draco with an unsatisfied look on his face.
"Damn Potter and the Weasel. . . damn them to hell." Draco whispered before he walked his own separate way.
Present Day
Hermione was distracted from her daydreams by an incessant tapping from her bedroom window. She looked and saw a Snow Owl. Walking to the window to let the owl in, Hermione thought, Who would be sending me mail- something other than an Howler at least? Her question was answered when we opened to parchment and saw the feminine handwriting of Draco Malfoy.
Granger,
We need to talk. Apparate to my office. I believe you know how.
DM
Despite herself, Hermione smiled as she apparated to Draco's office. Then, catching herself, she kept a straight face and sat down in the chair that she sat in just the day before.
She nodded. "I see you're working late tonight."
He smirked. "It comes with the job."
"You wanted to talk," she tried to say nonchalantly. Unfortunately, Draco knew her all too well.
"You're no good at hiding your excitement Granger. Well, who could hide their thrill in seeing such a powerful man in Wizarding London, not to mention Witch Weekly's 'Most Wanted Bachelor'? Well, I don't like to deal with non-business situations in my place of business, so shall we get right to it? A dress is on its way to your flat as we speak. I saw to it that a couple of inches were put onto your hips and bust to accommodate you." He said this with a wink.
"I have the right mind to file for sexual harassment. Just because you're bloody rich doesn't mean you can make crass remarks to people. I am a lady Mr. Malfoy and I trust that I should be spoken with due respect. If your taking me out on some date, I must say that I would prefer to be asked before you continued with the details of what you believe is going to come of whatever you're talking about." Hermione and Draco glared at each other for what seemed like minutes until Draco finally broke.
"Fine, Miss Granger, would you do me the pleasure of letting me escort you tomorrow night to an undisclosed location for an undisclosed event. Some might call it a surprise, you know." The sarcasm was dripping in his voice.
"What time?" Hermione stood up.
"I'll be there to pick you up at seven o'clock."
"Okay. See you then." And then
POP!
She was gone.
A/N: A little longer maybe? Please leave comments and I hope you all have a great holiday, whatever it is you celebrate. . .
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