Fire and Ice

Chapter 3

All was said and done, she was chosen as the prince in the play and Ron was upset because Hermione gets to do a love scene with Draco. Well, not technically a love scene but Harry assured her that nothing beyond normal would occur.

Hermione was being optimistic about playing the prince. She wasn't really a girly type of girl who'd wear skirts, except for Hogwarts uniform of course. Due to the fact that she always hung out with boys, she'd sometimes consider herself as one of them and forget that she's a girl.

Hermione continued to daydream when she felt a warm breath through her ear that sent shivers through her spine. "Hey there, Granger."

Hermione quickly turned around and was looking at the little princess himself with his trademark smirk that made all girls in Hogwarts swoon, except for Hermione of course. "Malfoy! How dare you sneak up to me like that?"

Draco chuckled as he walked around her, his gazes go up and down as if he was a predator analyzing his prey. He was checking her out? "Oh, I have every right to sneak up on you like that, Granger. You are after all a mudblood. The lowest being here in the wizarding world."

Hermione let out a sigh to calm herself and let all the negative energy that was building up inside of her. "Look, Malfoy. Could you please, just for a day, could you please stop being an asshole towards me?"

Draco gave her a smirk. "I'd like to see you beg."

"That's it!" Hermione screamed and threw her bag and books away. Draco's eyes widened with fear as he saw Hermione transforming into a monster. "I've had it with you and your emotional constipation!" Hermione stomped her way towards Malfoy while Malfoy steps back, fearing the "monster". "I... WILL... NOT...TOLERATE...YOUR... BEHAVIOR...TOWARDS...ME!"

"AHHHHHH!"

"No, Ron. I think that the chasers should...what the bloody hell was that?" Harry when he heard a loud scream and stopped walking.

"I don't know, I didn't hear anything." Ron replied. "You're not in your parseltongue mood, are you Harry?"

Harry looked at Ron in an odd way. "I didn't hear a snake, Ron. More like a girl screaming."

"A girl screaming?" Ron repeated. "Are you sure you're okay, Harry?"

"Gahh, forget about it. Let's get back to quidditch. As I was saying..."

Hermione felt a sharp pain in her head and she slowly started to gain consciousness. Her sight was blurry as she started to open her eyes. She recognized the ceiling as her sight started to become focused. She squinted her eyes for a better view and realized she was in the common room.

How the bloody hell did she get there? The last thing she remembered was Malfoy insulting her and then... her memory went blank. It was like she slept the whole time.

Hermione stopped thinking for it made her head hurt more. She looked at the grandfather clock while massaging her head. Merlin! It was 7 o'clock, she was going to be late for the rehearsals! Hermione quickly brushed her hair and straightened her skirt and ran towards the portrait door.

"It's 7:15. where the bloody hell is Hermione and Draco?" Harry asked as he impatiently waited for his late actors.

His question was answered ,well part of it, when the door opened and revealed Draco with a cut on his mouth. "What in Merlin's name happened to you?" Harry asked.

"None of your business, Potter... Oh, very well, if you insist to know. I... um... slipped."

"You slipped." Harry repeated with an I-don't-believe-you look on his face.

Draco nodded and made his statement as sincere as possible. What's he going to say? That he was beaten up by a mere mudblood?

"Whatever, where's Hermione?"

Draco's eyes widened with fear. He remembered it clearly. Hermione's voice was still ringing in his head. "Justice is done!"

"I'm here" a familiar voice behind Draco called out. Just the sound of her voice made his hair stand at the back of his neck.

Harry smiled in relief that his two main characters are here and in good shape. "Well, then lets begin our rehearsals."

"Wait!" Blaise raised his hand to get Harry's attention.

Harry sighed in annoyance. He turned around and faced Blaise and asked, "what now?"

Blaise let his hand down now that the potty head has his attention to him. "Aren't you supposed to tell us what the story is about? You are, after all, the 'director'" he added making quotation marks with his two fingers.

"Oh bloody hell. Did anyone read the book?" Harry asked. Everyone looked around to see if anyone had in fact read the book and was surprised that not even the Gryffindor bookworm had raised her hand. Harry sighed in disappointment. Why does he even bother doing all the research when not even the brightest witch in his year, ahem Hermione, read the book. "Very well, the story is about 3 best friends. Two of royal blood heritage, Prince Frederick and Princess Elena and the other was a simple commoner named Peter. These three friends live in a country divided by the western lands and the eastern lands. The western lands ruled by Prince Frederick's father and the east by Princess Elena's father. Although the country was divided, the citizens lived in harmony under 2 different rulers until a misunderstanding broke out between the two kings, which resulted to war.

"Prince Frederick, Princess Elena and Peter's friendship was torn apart. As Prince of the western lands, it was Frederick's duty to lead the army to war, Peter decided to go with him to battle. Before Frederick's departure, he confessed to Elena his true feelings for her and was glad that Elena loved him back. Frederick vowed to return to Elena after the war and that they will live happily ever after..." Harry paused and made a mental note to himself 'Happily Ever After are for rookies'

"And then what?" Michael asked. Everyone's attention was on Harry now, waiting for him to tell them the outcome of the story.

"Elena prayed for her lover's safety and would always wait on the same spot where Frederick had confessed his feelings for her. The prince has endured many deadly battles but at last he has met his match. A soldier had struck him in the heart. Frederick never returned but Peter did, he brought with him a necklace that Frederick was planning to give to Elena when he gets back and the sword that killed Frederick, the sword's blades stained by Frederick's blood. Elena wept and brought the bloodstained sword to the church where she always prayed for her lover's safe return. She offered her life in exchange for Frederick's life. The gods were moved by Elena's willingness to sacrifice her life for another and granted her request. With the blood on the sword, Frederick was reborn and found Elena on the floor, lifeless. He realized what Elena had done and asked the gods to take his own life to be with his beloved. The gods answered his prayers and he was then reunited with Elena in heaven where they lived happily ever after."

"Bullshit." Malfoy said.

"Right on." Harry added. This was actually the first time that they agreed on something. Harry cleared his throat and said, "Well, then. Here are your scripts." Harry waved his wand and muttered the Summon charm to summon the scripts. Scripts flew across the room to the person who summoned them. "Get your scripts." Harry said. Everyone rose from their seats and took the papers from Harry. "You're dismissed except for Hermione and Malfoy."

Draco looked at Blaise and whispered, "Now, what does pothead want?"

Blaise chuckled and whispered back to Draco, "I think he wants you to practice your love scene."

"Shut up!"

Blaise threw his head back and laughed, "I'll see you in the common room, mate." He ran to the door and left him, poop head and the mudblood.

"What now, Potter?" Malfoy asked in the rudest tone he could make.

"Well, I don't know how to say this but..."

"C'mon, Harry. Get on with it!" Hermione said.

"Well, as main characters of the story... well, I know you guys don't get along but... um... well, I've assigned you to do the shopping for props."

"You what!"

Kill me now! Kill me now! Hermione thought as she walked side by side with the devil. Hermione thought something odd was going on. Malfoy was awfully quite the whole day even yesterday. Not that it's bad, all these years she's been wishing for him to shut his mouth but she wasn't really used to Malfoy being quite. He'd usually open his mouth with the word Mudblood on his sentence when he speaks with her.

"Um... Malfoy?" Hermione said as she broke the silence between them.

"Hmm..." Malfoy replied not even bothering to look at her as he explored the materials behind the glass window of a shop.

"About yesterday..."

Draco's heart stopped. Yesterday? Merlin, is she going to beat him up again? He hadn't said a word since they got out of Hogwarts! "What about yesterday?" he said, still ignoring Hermione. His hands were starting to sweat, afraid of what was going to happen next.

"What exactly happened?"

Draco's eyes widened and turned his head towards Hermione, making eye contact with her for the first time, with a confused look on his face. "You mean you don't remember?"

"All I could remember was you insulting me and then... my memory went blank..." Hermione said.

Malfoy was stunned. "You don't remember? How's that possible? How..." Draco stopped and smirked at Hermione.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that, Malfoy?" Hermione asked.

Draco's smirk turned into a smile. Payback time he thought. Draco grabbed Hermione's arm and led her into a dark, isolated alley where he had brought dozens of girls to do... ahem, you know what.

"Malfoy, where the fuck are you taking me?" Hermione asked as she struggled from Draco's strong grip on her arm.

Draco pushed her on the wall and trapped her with his hands on the both sides. "What the fuck, Malfoy? What the are you doing?" Hermione asked.

"Why, reminiscing the past, of course." Draco moved his head closer to her and flashed her his trademark smirk. "Maybe this will make you remember." Draco quickly closed the gap between them into a kiss, his body pressing hard against her, pushing her body hard on the wall.

Hermione tried to push him, beating him with her hands on his chest but instead, his right hand snaked through her waist and his left hand was behind her neck pushing her towards him.

Draco was careful not to stick her tongue into her mouth for fear that she might bite it off. His hands were rough but his kisses were gentle. Hermione slowly calmed as she stopped pushing Draco away from.

Hermione's legs felt like jelly and surrendered to Draco's kiss. Her mind kept telling her no but her body rebelled as Draco loosened his grip on her waist. It felt like eternity to Hermione, something she had never felt before in her life.

Draco's left hand slid down from Hermione's neck down to her right breast, gently cupping them, a moan escaped from Hermione's lips in response. She was drowning in pleasure and ecstasy. Wait, what? No, this is Malfoy we're talking about! Hermione thought as she finally snapped into the real world. She then lifted her knee towards Draco's ahem "sacred" place.

Draco fell on the ground clutching his crotch area, groaning in pain. "What did you do that for?" he asked.

"'What was that for?' You're such an asshole, Malfoy. Go to hell!" Hermione ran out of sight, leaving Draco on the dark alley by himself.