Thank you for reviewing those of you who did.I don't own Harry Potter, but I am in J.K. Rowling's will to inherit everything… Kidding! kidding! don't flame me. so anyways, this is pretty long compared to some of the others i've written. hope you enjoy! oh, and the story's going to get better now, thank you all for sticking with me!
----- Chapter 15: Date for Draco ----- (Draco's POV)
I woke to a strange buzzing noise. It invaded my entire body, jarring my senses and making my mind ache. I opened my eyes slowly and blinked. Early morning sunlight was streaming through the open window and shone on a small oval object that looked rather like an egg. I picked it up, it was as light as a snitch. Holding it close to my ear, I found that it was the thing that was emitting the annoying sound.
"Granger!" I yelled. I listened for an answer, but only the sound of running water replied to my call.
I strolled into the bathroom, rubbing the back of my neck and wondering how to turn the blaring item off.
"Bloody thing!" I yelled and threw it against the wall of the bathroom, missing the section I had aimed for and hitting the mirror instead, which shattered into a million tiny pieces.
The water stopped and Granger stepped out of her shower with a towel wrapped around her body, water still dripping from her hair.
"Repairo," she directed at the mirror, lazily waving her wand. She then went over and picked up the small thing I had thrown. "Malfoy. You could have just pressed the button."
"Well, excuse me for not being up to date on muggle torture devices."
"It's an alarm, you twit. It's supposed to wake you up. You didn't wake up when I yelled at you, or when I threw water on you." I had been wondering why my hair was wet. "So, I just turned the alarm on and let it do the work of prying you out of bed," she strolled over to the sink and took a towel from the cabinet next to it. Drying her hair, she added, "You need to get a shower too."
"Are you saying I stink, Granger?" I asked, almost laughing at my irritation.
"No, I would tell you flat out if you smelled bad. Now hurry, we've got twenty minutes until breakfast."
"I'll be ready in half that time," I scoffed.
Ten minutes later, I emerged from the steamy shower stall and reached for a towel. One was offered to me and I took it, muttering, "Thanks."
"Your welcome," Hermione replied.
I almost jumped out of my skin. After yelling at her about indecency and being un-ladylike, I finished drying off and went into my room. There were clothes laid out on my bed. Robes, a tight, form-fitting black shirt, jeans, and the thong.
"ARE YOU BLOODY SERIOUS, GRANGER?" I yelled.
"About what?" she asked, putting her head around the door to look at me.
"Do I actually have to wear this?" I asked, picking the torturous clothing up by one of the strings.
She came around the door and crossed her arms, "I bought it and I think it's a waste of money if you don't wear it."
"You cannot be serious. I can't wear THIS!" I motioned at it, "It's inappropriate, I refuse."
"Alright, Malfoy. But I'd hate for my wand to accidentally slip and hex it to follow you around everywhere. Just do it anyways! Because I said so." She smiled happily and skipped out of the room.
"Fine, fine." I put on everything, even the thong. When I came out of my room, I grimaced as the thin piece of cloth started to ride up. "I don't think I should have to wear this if you don't."
"Oh, but I am wearing mine, Malfoy. Now let's go, I'm hungry." She linked her arm in mine and pulled me out of the common room as though we were going for an afternoon stroll.
"I don't believe you," I muttered out of the corner of my mouth as we passed a group of little first years.
"About what? Don't you feel so free?" she giggled. "This is GREAT!" she laughed again. I looked at her angrily. "I mean the house unity we're exhibiting by holding hands," she added, a broad grin spreading over her face.
I quickly let go of her hand. Her hand had fit so perfectly in mine, I had hardly noticed it was there. We pounded down the stairs and into the entrance hall, turned into the Great Hall and walked down the main aisle to our small table in the middle, right in front of the teacher's table.
When we sat down and loaded our plates with toast, eggs, ham, and sausages, Granger said, "Hey, I was wondering if you would go with me somewhere tonight."
"Yeah, where?"
"Nowhere special. Just a place…" she trailed off and took a bite of her breakfast, looking around the Great Hall. I continued to eat, wondering where she was going to go.
"So do you want to come with me tonight?" she questioned again after a few minutes. "There's a party in Hogsmeade I want to go to. Of course it's after curfew, but, we're the ones who enforce curfew aren't we? And I think we can make an exception for that. So do you want to go with m-"
"Draco?" simpered Pansy Parkinson. She had meandered over to our table and was leaning over my shoulder, breathing heavily in my ear. "Can I talk to you for a second?"
"Hold on. Granger was just saying something, don't you know it's rude to interrupt someone who's already talking?" he said sternly. "I'll talk to you in a second, Pansy. Just let me finish with Granger first, alright?" She looked like she was about to cry, but Pansy turned and stood a distance away, waiting for Granger to finish talking to me. I turned back to Hermione and met her gaze. "What?" I asked.
"What just happened? You actually defended me… kind of. You actually do have manners, don't you?" she laughed softly before continuing, looking at me with a sparkle in her eyes, "Anyways, will you go with me?"
"Yeah, sure, I guess. Wait, you said after curfew, right? Sorry, but my father said if I mess up anymore I'll be in a lot of trouble. I don't want to have to deal with him this early in the year seeing that I just escaped from him a few weeks ago."
"There's just a small possibility that we'd get in trouble. I'll have to change your outlook on the whole thing… We'll start with baby steps, though. Go ahead and talk to your girlfriend," she motioned with her hand as though to swat away a fly.
I looked at her disgustedly, "She's not my girlfriend, Granger." She laughed. "What are you laughing at this time?" I asked.
"Your face, you looked like you just swallowed something nasty. Don't go over there to Parkinson looking like that," she commented, trying to hide her smile.
I laughed slightly, before standing up and then turning and heading over to Pansy. "What do you need, Pansy?" I asked.
"I was wondering if you would go out with me, my friend Diana, and Blaise. It's kind of a double-date thing. So… will you come? With me? We don't have to consider it a date if you don't want to," she started straightening my school tie. "I just thought it might be nice to get out of the castle for a while. The seventh years are allowed out on weekends now. We can go to Hogsmeade only, but that's still a big privilege. We were thinking of going to Mrs. Paddyfoot's, if that's alright with you." (AN: Mrs. Paddyfoot's… did I spell that right?)
"Umm… Yeah, sure. What time?" I asked. Honestly, I didn't really like Pansy. We had known each other when we were little. Our mothers had arranged play-dates when we were toddlers. In fact, they still tried to get us together without much effort on my part.
"Six o'clock in the front hall. We're having dinner at the shop. See you then," she stood on tiptoe and kissed my cheek before sitting back down with her friends, blushing and giggling hysterically.
I sat back down and started to finish my breakfast. I noticed Granger had pushed her plate away from her and was staring at me.
"What's wrong?" I asked, feeling a blush creep up my cheeks.
"I think I lost my appetite after seeing that rather disgusting display," she answered, smiling.
"Ha ha, funny," I said.
"And I thought thinking of you wearing a thong was bad. I thought you didn't like her."
"Don't talk so loud! And I don't like her, I didn't ask her to kiss me. She only kissed me on the cheek anyways."
Granger started to laugh, her eyes sparkling.
"Shut UP!" I said a little too loud, and threw a piece of my sausage at her. It made her laugh harder.
"Is there a problem, Miss Granger? Mister Malfoy?" Professor Snape had been passing by.
"No, Professor," we both chorused.
Once he was gone, Granger said, "So when's the date? You know I heard you talking, you weren't that far away."
"You're not going to leave me alone about this are you?"
"You have a smudge of lip gloss on your cheek," she said, giggling.
"I'll take that as a 'no'."
