Yo baby yo baby pop!
Yea this is Paige again.
I'm...BACK. YAY.
And I like it when things go a lot faster than the way Amie likes them.
Because I believe that they are soul mates, and as soon as they get used to each other they'll fall in love.
Unlike Amie, who hates everything having to do with Hermione and wants Draco to be hers.
Nothing particularly eventful happened in the next few weeks. They worked, got on each others nerves sometimes, but mostly just ignored each other.
One night, though, Mallie gave them the evening off, because she was going on a weekend vacation with Bobbie and Sanders didn't want to deal with the whiny people, which was usually Mallie's job, since she was usually in a much better mood.
Hermione was laying on her bed, reading a book, when Casper walked in.
"Try knocking," she said. He rolled his eyes and sat down on her legs.
"We don't have work tonight," he said happily.
"Really? I was under the impression that I was cleaning the bathroom right now, like every night," she said, turning the page.
"Ha ha. I was thinking we could go out and get something to eat, since Sanders is inviting Jay over, and we all know how that will go," he said.
Hermione considered. It's not like they were friends, exactly, but they didn't hate each other.
"Yeah, ok. Just let me get dressed."
"Alright," Draco said, getting up off her, "Meet you downstairs in twenty."
He got up and left the room. Hermione changed quickly into a plaid prairie skirt and a black sweater and stepped into her ratty converse, thinking how quickly they had gotten ratted up.
She walked downstairs and met Casper at the door.
"Where to?" he asked.
"I dunno. Let's just go to the place we went to last time," Hermione said. He grabbed her hand and they apparated together to an alley by the restaurant.
"This way, I think," said Draco, pointing. They started walking. When they had gotten inside the restaurant, Hermione noticed something.
"Er..." she mumbled.
"What now?" he asked, turning.
"You haven't let go of my hand," she said.
He dropped her hand quickly and said, "Takes two to tango," with a wide smirk.
She rolled her eyes as they sat down at a booth.
Over the course of dinner, Draco kept stretching his legs out and his foot would bump hers. After the main course, Hermione decided she was tired of it and kicked his foot.
"Ow! What?" he whined.
"You've been kicking my foot all of dinner!"
"Oh yeah? Take that!" he said, kicking her again. She glared at him and kicked him harder, which started an all out kick war, which drew funny looks from other people at the restaurant, because other than their feet, they weren't moving at all.
"Ah-hah! I win!" Hermione said, as she pressed her foot onto his and held it to the ground for three seconds.
"Only because I let you," he drawled.
The waitress, an elderly lady, came over with dessert menus and handed them each one, before smiling at them and saying, "Oh, you two are so cute the way you're playing footsie! Young love is so beautiful."
Hermione blushed and looked down while Draco smirked and said, "Oh, yeah, she can't get enough of me."
"Don't you mean you can't get enough of each other?" the waitress looked confused.
Draco's smirk widened, and he said "Sure," with a wink. The waitress hurried away.
She kicked him again, glaring, at which he laughed and said, "Now now, dear, I think you know if you want to touch me, it doesn't have to be with your foot." He leaned over the table and kissed her slowly. When he pulled away, she was blushing scarlet and he was chuckling.
She got up and stormed out of the restaurant. Draco threw a few little muggle money slips on the table and hurried after her, catching her at the door and slipping his arm around her shoulders.
"I'd say that was rather amusing," he said, yawning.
"I'd say you're rather annoying!" she said, trying to shrug his arm off of her shoulders. He held on tightly and pulled her into him, dropping his arms to her waist. He kissed her again, and was surprisedto feel her returning it for once. After a moment, he pulled away from her lips, keeping his face close to hers.
"I think that this is the apparition point," he whispered, and with a CRACK! he was gone. Hermione backed up against a wall, mentally slapping herself. This guy was such an asshole, always embarassing her. But he was so cute. She shook her head and apparated into her room, locking the door loundly.
Everything was normal the next few days. Hermione and Draco treated each other with the same friendly indifference that they normally did. No mention was made of the night they hung out.
About a week after that night, Hermione met a nice, normal guy. He was nice like Harry and funny like Ron, with knowledge like Lupin's, an accent like Seamus', and eyes like Ginny's. He reminded her of her past, which was about the only thing that attracted her to him. Draco watched her laughing with him, giving her the number to the WizMobile that Mallie had given her, seething. How irresponsible was she to be flirting like that on the job!
He knew that wasn't really the reason he was so mad. But he didn't want to admit that he had sort of developed a--well, more than friendly feelings toward her.
Shit.
He slapped himself and walked to the other side of the room, trying not to look at her for the rest of the night.
Later that night, a happy Hermione bound into the apartment she was sharing with a pissed off Draco.
"Had fun working, did you?" he said with a cold glare.
"Yes, I did, actually," she said, giving him a look. She walked into her bedroom and Draco stayed on the couch.
A few minutes later, her door burst open. "Did you give that guy your number?" he demanded.
"Well, yes, I did. I don't see how that concerns you, though," she said, glaring at him.
"I just don't want him calling and waking me up or something!"
"Well, I'll put my phone on vibrate then. Is that all?" she said, looking bored.
"W--uh..." he was silent for a moment before leaving the room.
A few minutes later he came back. "Did you really like that guy?" he said loudly.
"No, I gave him my number because I dislike him," she said, rolling her eyes.
"I don't think he's good for you," he said.
"Oh yeah? What makes you think that?"
"I know someone who'd be much better for you," he said.
"If you see him around, tell him to give me a call then," she said.
"Maybe he will!" Draco said lamely.
Hermione shook her head. "Why hasn't he already?"
"Maybe he was afraid to! Maybe he didn't know he wanted to!"
"Well, you see, Luke knew he wanted to and went for it. So maybe Luke is better for me that this guy who might or might not like me!" Hermione said.
"What do you see in him?"
"I know he likes me! It's simple, he wanted me and he went for it, no games played. Your guy didn't do that. Maybe I don't even want your guy anyway!" Hermione exclaimed.
"Why wouldn't you want my guy?" Draco said.
"Because he hasn't even told me he likes me!" she shouted, throwing her hands in the air.
"What do you think he's doing right now?" Draco yelled. He strode across the room and wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her seriously for the first time. She sighed into his mouth and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him back, pulling him closer to her. He pushed her up against the wall, running his hands up and down her body. Her hands were tangled in his hair, pressing against him as hard as possible. A few moments later, they broke apart.
"You better not be messing with me right now," she breathed, staring up into his eyes. He caught her lips in a soft kiss as an answer. He moved his lips down to her neck, sucking and kissing gently. She moaned and flattened against him. "I'm so tired. I want to go sleep. Can I go to sleep?"
He smirked. "Woah, that sure took a lot out of you? I can't imagine how tired you'd be after shagging."
She slapped him playfully. "No, I don't think I've slept properly since that one night last week. That was when I realized that...well, this."
He laid her down on the bed, pulling up the covers around her. He went into the front room and came back a few minutes later, wearing his sweats and no shirt. He slipped into the bed next to her.
"If I hate it when you don't knock, how do you think I'd react when you got into my bed without asking?" she mumbled. He kissed the nape of her neck and didn't say anything, just played with a lock of her hair. She leaned her head onto his chest and within seconds was asleep. He smiled slightly and followed suit.