OK. Here's another chapter. Tell me if you are completely fed up and wish to call the cops to come and remove my fingers permanently from the keyboard.
Draco/Hermione. Don't own anything.
----- Chapter 6: Discussions ----- (Hermione's POV)
Draco was actually warming up to me. It was actually quite frightening. He seemed like a little kid.
I wondered what we were going to talk about while I changed into a tight, black, silky camisole and some flannel PJ's with a pattern of dark green stars on a black background.
Draco walked in a minute later wearing light blue pajama bottoms with bunnies hopping around on them, and a loose white t-shirt. I started to smile, but covered my mouth when I saw the look on his face.
"I like them," he said, the expression on his face a mixture of defiance, and pouting. No trace of anger; I was surprised.
"What hobo did you steal those from?" I asked, now laughing freely.
He huffed, stuck his chin in the air pompously, and sat on the bed holding something. I walked over carefully and sat next to him.
I sympathetically put my arm around his shoulders. "It's alright. They're not that bad… Really," I said unconvincingly. I reached further down as though to pull him into a hug, but instead, I tugged a fluffy, white rabbit out of his clutching grasp.
"Hey! Give me back Toffy!"
"Toffy!" I fell to the floor with hysterical laughter taking over my body. "That thing has a name!? Hah!" So he was a little kid! I couldn't wait to tell Harry and Ron.
"C'mon, Hermione. Don't tell. Please?!"
"Wow. I have Ferret-Boy on his knees grovelling, and calling me by my first name? Something's wrong here."
"What do you mean first name?"
"You called me Hermione"
"I doubt that. Even if I did, it was out of desperation." He stuck out his tongue to prove it.
"You haven't changed a bit, Draco," I muttered.
"What was that?"
"Nothing. Cocoa?"
"Please. So, tell me, mudblood, what's your favourite food?"
"Favourite food? Umm. It'd have to be Chinese food. You?"
"Yeah. I like Chinese a bit. But what I really like is Mexican food."
I had a fleeting image of Draco Malfoy in a sombrero eating a taco.
"OK, Granger, now you ask me a question."
"Alright then, what's your favourite colour?"
"I've taken a liking to blues lately. Blue and brown go together well," he answered.
"Yeah, I like dark green and black together. Like my pants," I pointed to my flannel PJ's.
"I see. Movie and book."
"Lord of the Rings. Second one, of course. Book, umm, probably 1984 by Orwell. It's one of the famous muggle ones," I answered.
"I've heard of some of those books. The movie, no, but I like Little Nicky with Adam Sandler, or Happy Gilmore."
"Yeah, have you seen that other one, Mr. Deeds?"
"Yeah! That was hilarious!" he laughed. "Ok," he straightened up and said, "So have you ever gone out with anyone at the school?" he asked, leaning forward with a malicious grin.
"Not yet. But I know you have. Pansy Parkinson." I stuck my finger in my mouth in a gagging gesture.
He rolled his eyes, "You need to grow up. It seems like you've gotten more immature since the beginning of school."
"Well look at you!" I gestured at him. He was still holding Toffy. "I mean, at least I don't have a stuffed animal… that's a bunny… a bunny called… Toffy!" I couldn't help laughing. I couldn't? wait to tell Fred and George the next time I visited their shop. Maybe I could go tomorrow
"Shut it. You'd better not tell anyone. Especially Potter or Weasley."
"Now that will need endorsement. You have nothing on me to counter-act the dirt I have on you." I paused, taking a sip from my cocoa, and then continued, enjoying the stunned look on his face, "You'll just have to find something people will actually believe. Or people that will believe something you say."
"I will get you, Granger. If it's the last thing I do."
-----tbc-----
Alright. Another chapter for those of you still sticking with me. Thank you to readers who have gotten this far without falling asleep. I'm gonna go watch Becker now. Next chapter soon!
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