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Chapter Nine [Trysts]
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He almost reached out to remove the medallion, but his pride would not permit him to. At least not till he was finished with her. Whenever that would be. Because it seemed Hermione was full of surprises.
If he kept up eye contact with her though, he felt he would surely rip the thing off her and tell her she was free to go. So he did the first thing that came to mind, and grabbing her, brought his lips to hers.
TBC
Ron crept as stealthily as he could, being 6"2 and still growing, with fierce red hair recognizable from a mile away. He was also rather popular, especially with the ladies, who had begun to take a shine to him last year. In huge numbers.
He wove his way through the bookshelves, further and further back as the library seemed less and less populated, until he was in the Never Used section, which was named accurately. He hadn't seen another person for at least five minutes when he entered the To Be Thrown Out section, where the books were all in stacks that seemed to go on for miles, and dust particles reigned the skies.
He stumbled through these until he reached a well-secluded spot that even Madame Pince had forgotten existed, never mind the students of Hogwarts. The private little table and couch were ideal for secrecy. And curled up on the couch was the reason for Ron's trek into the recesses of the library.
There sat Esmé Suzette Armande. A renowned Hogwarts beauty ever since she had arrived from Beauxbatons the year before last, Esmé was amazingly gorgeous considering she had not a drop of Veela blood. She was so engrossed in her book (Frightfully Frightful Tales: Bloodthirsty Goblins and Vengeful Black Hags), that she didn't even note Ron's presence.
Her chestnut hair hung to her waist poker straight and silky. Her small face was shaped in a perfect heart, and her pale, milky complexion didn't have a single freckle. Her startlingly blue eyes were reminiscent of Ron's own, and though her nose was a little long, it was still adorable. Her lips were small and bow-shaped, this evening colored a bright magenta. Her figure was neat and attractive.
All in all, thought Ron, sighing in contentment with the vision before him, she was absolutely bloody perfect. Well, he conceded, almost bloody perfect.
He knocked lightly on the table to get her attention. She looked up at him and smiled, surprised.
"You're five minutes late, Ronald. Did you bring your notes?" Esmé asked prissily, not a hint of her French accent left unless she wished it to show. Ron smiled.
"I don't think we'll be needing any notes tonight, Miss Armande," he said, equally serious in tone, but wiggling his eyebrows playfully as he plopped down next to her on the couch.
"What are you suggesting, Weasley?" she asked, smiling at him encouragingly.
"You know, I've always fancied that color of magenta. What do you think it would look like on me?" Ron asked conversationally, looking suitably thoughtful and innocent.
"Perhaps we should run an experiment."
"Good idea, Doctor Armande!" Ron said with a grin as she leaned toward him, bringing her lips to his.
Hermione once again found herself pushing against Draco's chest until he finally pulled away, scowling at her.
"What, I was just trying to help?!" he said poutily. How could she push him, the sexy Draco Malfoy of great renown, away in the middle of a kiss. Well, not push exactly, since she couldn't really anymore. But anyway, implied through push-like body language that she wanted him to stop.
"Help?! Is your solution to every problem kissing me?" Hermione asked, disbelieving.
"Well. yes, actually. It's the best method of distraction I really have, unless I use a spell, or randomly run into a wall, which is painful."
"You know what, you're really sad," Hermione said, her voice scornful. A tear leaked out of the corner of her eye and she quickly brushed it away.
"Are you crying?" he asked, peering at her in a mission to discern whether or not she had just wiped away a tear.
"Don't kiss me," she warned dryly.
"I wasn't going to!" Draco said defensively. "You are crying!" He exclaimed.
"Yeah, Einstein." She glared at him, hoping that perhaps this would counter the tears that were springing quickly to her eyes.
It did not.
"Well gee, don't cry Hermione. Why are you crying?" He patted her awkwardly on the shoulder, wondering why he had just said 'gee'.
"Oh my God! You dumbass! I didn't think anyone could be so Jesus thick. Even Ron would have caught on by now!" At this she broke into sobs.
"What? Me thick? Why how dare you! I assume by Ron you mean that Weasley character, and. oh. well, there there. oh don't sob like that, it sounds dreadful. Umm. there there?" Draco patted her shoulder again uncertainly, at which she looked up at him pitifully and held out her arms to him, sobbing gaspily like a two-year-old.
Draco was extremely confused, but put his arms around her in what he hoped was a comforting way.
"There there?" He offered again uncertainly, but it seemed that it didn't help. He walked backwards towards a desk, dragging her with him, but tripped over a chair leg and went sprawling to his behind, Hermione with him. She continued sobbing unperturbed, so he simply sat there with her in his lap sobbing.
He was at a complete loss as to what to do.
"Hey. don't cry, ok? You can't eat spilt milk. or whatever. Hey! Hey, Hermione! Look!" He pointed to the chalkboard. She looked up at it blankly, sniffling. "It's a chalkboard!" He explained. She wailed. "Well hey, it's a rather nice chalkboard, I thought! You don't have to cry about it!"
In spite of herself, Hermione laughed.
"Hey that's the spirit! There there!" Draco was rather excited, his ruse had worked! Or perhaps she was laughing at his idiocy. but still! "So what's wrong, huh?" He asked "gently".
"What do you think? I'm the 'possession' of my worst enemy, who I'm terrified of and defenseless against, and am probably on the verge of entering a whole new scary, bad, secretive relationship. And all this is depressingly legal. How would you feel?"
"Pretty crap. But hey, I'm not scary!"
Ron was attempting to speak. But it was very hard, considering how enthusiastic Esmé was at times.
"Em. Esmé? Hey! Es?" he said, pulling her off of him.
"Mmm?" She smiled up at him, looking attractively ruffled.
"Shouldn't we study at all? This is a tutoring session, right?"
"You don't need to be tutored, that's just a cover-up, Ron." She said, sitting up and attempting to smooth her extremely messy hair. She smiled sweetly at him. "I wuv you Ronnikins! I wuv you yes I do! Don't worry ickle sweet! I wuv you!" Esmé pulled his cheek aggravatingly.
"I told you how much I hate that Es!" Ron said grumpily.
"That's why I do it, wuvver boy!" She smiled at him as though that had been obvious.
"Oh Esmé Suzette, your beauty doth stun me verily, however, also my hunger doth gnaweth verily. tis is not time for supper, verily?"
"Yeah, I guess. I wish it wasn't." She sighed, looking at her watch, then getting up, gathering her books, wiping a bit of lipstick off his face and giving him a parting kiss before sauntering off towards the Never Used section.
He watched her go, and every step she took seemed to dissolve his satisfaction a bit more, and increase his already growing unease about her. What was he doing with her anyway? She was almost perfect, yes, but.
She was a Slytherin. And her parents were none other than the renowned Remi and Geneviéve Armande, high-ranking Death Eaters.
".And then, he lived happily ever after!"
Hermione laughed.
"Wow Draco, never knew you could tell funny stories. or funny anything for that matter!" She said, nudging him playfully. They were sitting side-by- side against the wall, telling jokes and stories.
"Hey, I can be funny when I want to!" He said, smiling.
"You know, we just skipped an entire day of school sitting around." Hermione remembered.
"You're right. ugh we're gonna be in for it!" He laughed again, and stood up, reaching out a hand to assist her. "We should go hide in our dorms for as long as possible. Besides, I'm entirely hungry for supper."
"Me too!"
And so they left their hiding place and went out to face the big bad, angry professor-filled world.
TBC
Chapter Nine [Trysts]
Last Time:
He almost reached out to remove the medallion, but his pride would not permit him to. At least not till he was finished with her. Whenever that would be. Because it seemed Hermione was full of surprises.
If he kept up eye contact with her though, he felt he would surely rip the thing off her and tell her she was free to go. So he did the first thing that came to mind, and grabbing her, brought his lips to hers.
TBC
Ron crept as stealthily as he could, being 6"2 and still growing, with fierce red hair recognizable from a mile away. He was also rather popular, especially with the ladies, who had begun to take a shine to him last year. In huge numbers.
He wove his way through the bookshelves, further and further back as the library seemed less and less populated, until he was in the Never Used section, which was named accurately. He hadn't seen another person for at least five minutes when he entered the To Be Thrown Out section, where the books were all in stacks that seemed to go on for miles, and dust particles reigned the skies.
He stumbled through these until he reached a well-secluded spot that even Madame Pince had forgotten existed, never mind the students of Hogwarts. The private little table and couch were ideal for secrecy. And curled up on the couch was the reason for Ron's trek into the recesses of the library.
There sat Esmé Suzette Armande. A renowned Hogwarts beauty ever since she had arrived from Beauxbatons the year before last, Esmé was amazingly gorgeous considering she had not a drop of Veela blood. She was so engrossed in her book (Frightfully Frightful Tales: Bloodthirsty Goblins and Vengeful Black Hags), that she didn't even note Ron's presence.
Her chestnut hair hung to her waist poker straight and silky. Her small face was shaped in a perfect heart, and her pale, milky complexion didn't have a single freckle. Her startlingly blue eyes were reminiscent of Ron's own, and though her nose was a little long, it was still adorable. Her lips were small and bow-shaped, this evening colored a bright magenta. Her figure was neat and attractive.
All in all, thought Ron, sighing in contentment with the vision before him, she was absolutely bloody perfect. Well, he conceded, almost bloody perfect.
He knocked lightly on the table to get her attention. She looked up at him and smiled, surprised.
"You're five minutes late, Ronald. Did you bring your notes?" Esmé asked prissily, not a hint of her French accent left unless she wished it to show. Ron smiled.
"I don't think we'll be needing any notes tonight, Miss Armande," he said, equally serious in tone, but wiggling his eyebrows playfully as he plopped down next to her on the couch.
"What are you suggesting, Weasley?" she asked, smiling at him encouragingly.
"You know, I've always fancied that color of magenta. What do you think it would look like on me?" Ron asked conversationally, looking suitably thoughtful and innocent.
"Perhaps we should run an experiment."
"Good idea, Doctor Armande!" Ron said with a grin as she leaned toward him, bringing her lips to his.
Hermione once again found herself pushing against Draco's chest until he finally pulled away, scowling at her.
"What, I was just trying to help?!" he said poutily. How could she push him, the sexy Draco Malfoy of great renown, away in the middle of a kiss. Well, not push exactly, since she couldn't really anymore. But anyway, implied through push-like body language that she wanted him to stop.
"Help?! Is your solution to every problem kissing me?" Hermione asked, disbelieving.
"Well. yes, actually. It's the best method of distraction I really have, unless I use a spell, or randomly run into a wall, which is painful."
"You know what, you're really sad," Hermione said, her voice scornful. A tear leaked out of the corner of her eye and she quickly brushed it away.
"Are you crying?" he asked, peering at her in a mission to discern whether or not she had just wiped away a tear.
"Don't kiss me," she warned dryly.
"I wasn't going to!" Draco said defensively. "You are crying!" He exclaimed.
"Yeah, Einstein." She glared at him, hoping that perhaps this would counter the tears that were springing quickly to her eyes.
It did not.
"Well gee, don't cry Hermione. Why are you crying?" He patted her awkwardly on the shoulder, wondering why he had just said 'gee'.
"Oh my God! You dumbass! I didn't think anyone could be so Jesus thick. Even Ron would have caught on by now!" At this she broke into sobs.
"What? Me thick? Why how dare you! I assume by Ron you mean that Weasley character, and. oh. well, there there. oh don't sob like that, it sounds dreadful. Umm. there there?" Draco patted her shoulder again uncertainly, at which she looked up at him pitifully and held out her arms to him, sobbing gaspily like a two-year-old.
Draco was extremely confused, but put his arms around her in what he hoped was a comforting way.
"There there?" He offered again uncertainly, but it seemed that it didn't help. He walked backwards towards a desk, dragging her with him, but tripped over a chair leg and went sprawling to his behind, Hermione with him. She continued sobbing unperturbed, so he simply sat there with her in his lap sobbing.
He was at a complete loss as to what to do.
"Hey. don't cry, ok? You can't eat spilt milk. or whatever. Hey! Hey, Hermione! Look!" He pointed to the chalkboard. She looked up at it blankly, sniffling. "It's a chalkboard!" He explained. She wailed. "Well hey, it's a rather nice chalkboard, I thought! You don't have to cry about it!"
In spite of herself, Hermione laughed.
"Hey that's the spirit! There there!" Draco was rather excited, his ruse had worked! Or perhaps she was laughing at his idiocy. but still! "So what's wrong, huh?" He asked "gently".
"What do you think? I'm the 'possession' of my worst enemy, who I'm terrified of and defenseless against, and am probably on the verge of entering a whole new scary, bad, secretive relationship. And all this is depressingly legal. How would you feel?"
"Pretty crap. But hey, I'm not scary!"
Ron was attempting to speak. But it was very hard, considering how enthusiastic Esmé was at times.
"Em. Esmé? Hey! Es?" he said, pulling her off of him.
"Mmm?" She smiled up at him, looking attractively ruffled.
"Shouldn't we study at all? This is a tutoring session, right?"
"You don't need to be tutored, that's just a cover-up, Ron." She said, sitting up and attempting to smooth her extremely messy hair. She smiled sweetly at him. "I wuv you Ronnikins! I wuv you yes I do! Don't worry ickle sweet! I wuv you!" Esmé pulled his cheek aggravatingly.
"I told you how much I hate that Es!" Ron said grumpily.
"That's why I do it, wuvver boy!" She smiled at him as though that had been obvious.
"Oh Esmé Suzette, your beauty doth stun me verily, however, also my hunger doth gnaweth verily. tis is not time for supper, verily?"
"Yeah, I guess. I wish it wasn't." She sighed, looking at her watch, then getting up, gathering her books, wiping a bit of lipstick off his face and giving him a parting kiss before sauntering off towards the Never Used section.
He watched her go, and every step she took seemed to dissolve his satisfaction a bit more, and increase his already growing unease about her. What was he doing with her anyway? She was almost perfect, yes, but.
She was a Slytherin. And her parents were none other than the renowned Remi and Geneviéve Armande, high-ranking Death Eaters.
".And then, he lived happily ever after!"
Hermione laughed.
"Wow Draco, never knew you could tell funny stories. or funny anything for that matter!" She said, nudging him playfully. They were sitting side-by- side against the wall, telling jokes and stories.
"Hey, I can be funny when I want to!" He said, smiling.
"You know, we just skipped an entire day of school sitting around." Hermione remembered.
"You're right. ugh we're gonna be in for it!" He laughed again, and stood up, reaching out a hand to assist her. "We should go hide in our dorms for as long as possible. Besides, I'm entirely hungry for supper."
"Me too!"
And so they left their hiding place and went out to face the big bad, angry professor-filled world.
TBC