I'm sorry, I didn't mean for it to take me so long to update! It's just that I've been soooo busy with school. Usually after school I have practice for two hours and then when I get home I have to finish my homework, which takes almost two more hours so then I barely have anytime to write and then I try to spend time with friends and…! UGH! But enough about my stressed out life and onto the next chapter!
Chapter Seven: A Drunk Draco
"Good morning, Granger. Was there something you needed?" smirked Malfoy, fixing the best of his jeans.
"Uh… I-I…" She couldn't stop herself from staring at him. His chest and stomach looked well toned and even sexier than she could have imagined (not that she was of course).
"You handled that pretty well. Usually girls either faint or think they're dreaming,"
"Get over y-yourself, Malfoy,"
"I think that's impossible,"
"Just go away,"
"I'm not done in here yet,"
"Fine. I'll wait,"
"Okay. Go ahead and wait then,"
"I am waiting!"
"Now, stop repeating what I say,"
"I'm not repeating what you say,"
"You just did it again,"
"Nevermind! Just tell me when you're ready to leave… and make sure you're fully dressed!"
"I know you wish I wasn't,"
"Just change already!"
"Okay. By the way Granger,"
"What?"
"Nice toes,"
"They wouldn't be so swollen and red if you hadn't stepped on them!"
"Aaah, right,"
She slipped out of the door and slammed it shut, leaning against it and trying to calm her heart down. The whole time it was beating so fast that she was sure Malfoy could even hear it!
"I guess Quidditch does work… I wonder if Ron looks like tha-"
"You know Granger. I can still hear you."
Hermione's heart skipped a beat as she heard Malfoy speak from behind the door. He had heard her! She gulped and her cheeks turned a bright red instantly.
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"Malfoy, please tell me you're done!" she yelled from the other side of the door fifteen minutes later.
Honestly, Malfoy spent more time in the bathroom than she did, taking a bath included.
"Hold your horses, Granger!" he yelled back.
Finally, after another ten minutes, Draco appeared out of his room, Hermione who had nearly fallen asleep had been waiting for him on the large couch in front of the fireplace.
Her skirt billowed around her as she stood up abruptly.
"You know, you take more time in there than normal girls do," she pointed out to him as they walked down to the kitchens.
"At least I don't spend it brushing an afro,"
"I don't have an afro!"
"Then what's that?"
"F.Y.I., I've grown out of my 'afro' since sixth year!"
"Well it isn't as poofy as it used to be, I guess-"
"Ron!"
Hermione ran happily over to where Ron stood leaning against the wall next to the portrait of the to-be-tickled pear.
He welcomed her into a tight hug, which she accepted graciously, thankful for a reason to get away from Malfoy.
"What are you doing here?"
"I came to ask you something,"
"Okay."
He pulled her down the corridor so that a glaring Malfoy wouldn't be able to hear their conversation.
"So…?"
"Well, Herm. I was wondering…"
"Yes Ron?"
"Would you like to go to the Christmas Ball with me?"
She looked at Ron. His face was turning beet red from his cheeks to his ears. For a moment, she thought she felt her heart flutter, but no. Still, she smiled at him and gave him a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek.
"…So is that a yes?"
He called after her as she skipped off to the portrait where Malfoy was waiting for her.
"What do you think?"
She smiled at him seductively before disappearing into the portrait door, Malfoy following her.
"What was that all about?" Draco asked her once they had begun working on they're task for the rest of the day.
Hermione and Draco sat opposite each other, two wooden tubs in front of them. One held grapes, which were bewitched to have alcohol in it. The other was contained the squeezed alcoholic grape juice.
"None of your business,"
"Come on Granger. It's not like he asked you out or something,"
"Well, just to tell you Malfoy, Ron asked me to the Christmas Ball."
Draco stared at her, shocked. And for the second time that year, he felt a jolt of jealousy run through him. It had not occurred to him that anyone would ask her, let alone the idea that it would be Weasley. But there was no point in caring about this. He obviously was having the putrid pleasure of taking Pansy to the Ball. There was never a dance when he didn't. It wasn't like there weren't any other girls that were willing to go with him. So many had asked him that he couldn't even keep track. But he had a deal with Pansy. If he went to dances with her, it would "up" her social status and she would then refrain from talking to him for a precious two weeks. How he had adored the last two weeks he spent Pansy-free last year… but it had ended much to quickly for his liking though.
"How nice. I'm sure you two will have a lovely time eating,"
"We don't just eat, Malfoy. Do you not realize the reason why Professor Hilgide teaches us ballroom dancing?"
"So that we do a short little jig and then get to eat,"
"Sometimes you can be so stupid,"
"And other times…?"
"Even more stupid,"
"Just because you're 'so smart' you think you know everything,"
"That's how I'm head girl, Malfoy,"
"Don't have to rub it in,"
"Malfoy, you're head boy. Do you not get why you're head boy?"
"Oh just shut it, Granger. I can't stand your annoying jibbering."
She glared at him and began to squeeze the grapes faster, one by one.
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The hours dragged on and soon enough, the tub of wine was almost filled up to the rim when Draco took a goblet that sat on a nearby table and swiftly scooped up some of the wine.
"MALFOY!" Hermione hissed at him, afraid the house elves might hear, "What are you doing?"
"Having a little refreshment," he replied, taking a swig from the goblet of wine.
"Have it your way. But you better drink anymore."
She left Malfoy alone as she swerved around the many shelves of ingredients, looking for some clean pitchers to put the wine in.
About fifteen minutes later, she wandered back to where she had been squeezing grapes before, her arms full with several pitchers.
"Oh no…" she whispered.
Malfoy was leaning back, tilting his chair and swinging the goblet around in his hands, spilling wine all over his white shirt. He grinned at her and then took another gulp of the wine.
"Heeeeeeeello, Gggggranger," he said, patting his stomach and grinning again.
"Malfoy! I told you not to drink anymore!"
He ignored her and leaned forward, scooping up another goblet full of wine.
"Give me that," she snapped as she snatched the goblet from his hand and placed it on a shelf.
He reached for it but she pushed him back to sit upright on his chair and began to clean up the spilled wine on the floor with a rag she had found on another shelf.
"You're real pretty,"
Hermione stared up at him and her heart softened. He was smiling down at her with an adorable, yet drunk grin.
But she forced herself to remember that he was under the influence of alcohol and that he obviously didn't know what he was saying.
"Will you marry me?"
Yup. He's drunk.
"Malfoy, you idiot, how drunk can you get in fifteen minutes?"
"Aw I didn't drink thaaaaaaat much,"
"Oh just forget it. I guess I'll ask Dobby to finish this."
She helped Draco up onto his feet and had to hold him steady as they walked towards the portrait.
Dobby scurried forward once they had reappeared from the maze of shelves and was more than happy to follow Hermione's instructions.
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The walk back to the common room seemed even longer than usual. The hallways seemed to grow with each step she took.
She was half carrying Malfoy who insisted that he wanted dinner and trying to avoid the corridors that were most popular for walking to the Great Hall.
"Ha haaaaa. I'm getting kind of huuungry," he said, draping his arm around Hermione for support.
"Well if you hadn't gotten so drunk you would be able to go the Great Hall,"
"Would you be a dear and get Mr. Malfoy some food?"
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Hah. Pleeease!"
She turned her head to the right to see him putting on a cute little child pout.
Her heart softened and for a moment, she felt as if it was a good thing that Malfoy had gotten himself drunk. But then she looked ahead and remembered how many more corridors she would have to drag him down before they reached the common room.
"Not right now. I have to take you up to the common room first,"
"Fine."
The silence between the two made it easier for Hermione to concentrate and finally, she was able to set Malfoy down on the common room couch.
"Food now?"
"I'll be right back and then you'll get your food, okay?"
He nodded and sank back into the cushy couch, waiting patiently.
Hermione, smiling to herself sprinted down to the Great Hall in a whirl of torn and burnt robes (courtesy of Malfoy), nearly slipping on the stone floor as she skidded to a halt in front of the Gryffindor table.
"Hermione! I-" Ron began.
"I can't stay," she said, scooping up several rolls of bread.
"Why? Where are you going?" asked Harry.
"…Back to the common room,"
"Humwuk?" said Ron through a mouthful of mashed potatoes.
"You could call it that,"
"Well we'll see you tomorrow then."
She smiled at Harry, so polite. Sometimes she wished that Ron would learn from him. But Ron never liked being told what to do so she let it go.
This time, the common room didn't seam as far off as it did the last time. Though she did nearly drop the large plate of food.
Malfoy was more than pleased when she placed the plate in front of him.
He looked absolutely gleeful, like a little boy. Something she had never seen him do.
He dug into the mess immediately and nearly cracked the plate as he stabbed his fork down into a piece of meat.
"Do you usually eat like this?" Hermione asked, striking up a conversation.
He stopped eating for a moment, then picked up his plate and shoved it at her, a grin wide across his face.
"I am pretty hungry…"
She grabbed two rolls of bread and began biting them fiercely.
It was really a sight to see. Hermione Granger attacking a roll of bread while Draco Malfoy sat across from her, stabbing every bit of food on his plate like he was a hunter spearing fish.
And soon enough, all the food was gone and the plate was cleared.
She escorted Malfoy up to his room for he was unable to walk straight without falling into the wall.
It was her first time seeing his room. It was similar to hers, except he didn't have books and clothes around the place.
She stared at his dresser, wondering if he had yet figured out what it was used for until she froze and nearly could have melted.
He was unbuttoning his shirt, then became frustrated and ripped the buttons off. His rock hard abs wasn't something new to Hermione. She had of course seen it earlier that very day. But it was still pretty mouth watering.
He loosened his belt and slowly got into bed, nearly tripping over the rug.
"Good night then, Malfoy,"
"Wait. Granger?" he asked sleepily.
"Yes?"
"Thank you."
That night Hermione had one of the most peaceful sleeps she had had in years. Images ran through her mind of her days so far at Hogwarts. And she felt pleased with her life. Pleased with everything that had happened.
Okay well that is NOT THE END! I still have tons of chapters left. Hope you guys enjoyed this one! Personally, I wasn't planning on putting the whole Draco got drunk thing in here but I was listening to the song Untitled by Simple Plan and just got the idea. I wanted to leave a cliffhanger but then it would sort of mess up my plans for the other chapters. But I'll tell you guys one thing. Draco and Hermie end up getting a lot closer in the next chapter. They end up fighting in the beginning but then… well I'm just giving away tooooo much now! Haha…