Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, J.K. Rowling does. If I did, I would have much more money than I do now.
A/n: Last chapter I mentioned something about Peaches and Bubba, some of you probably didn't get it, but that's because that was a 'lil inside joke, for my enjoyment. Tehe. Reason why I have not been updating: I was in New York / Laziness / Writer's block. There ya have it. Oh and P.S- I love the phrase Festering Hellhole for some odd reason. Fluff warning Enjoy and R&R.
How it came to be this way was a mystery. One minute they can't stand each other, the next, they're snogging between homework essays. However how it happened, or when it happened didn't matter to them, all it mattered was that now, they were happier than any other years they have been at Hogwarts.
Draco didn't think he could care about someone like this ever. He sort of thought it would be a "Wham-Bam-Thank you ma'am" kind of thing, but he knew Hermione wasn't like that. Draco mentally sighed. His father, Voldemort, and basically the whole Death Eater society would be seriously pissed belong belief. Like he said in a previous chapter, he was in some DEEP shit.
It was worth it.
"Ya know, now that we're together, I hope you know that I absolutely refuse to be another notch on your bedpost" said Hermione in the most serious voice she could. She was still a little tipsy from The Three Broomsticks.
"Who said anything about bedposts and notches?" replied Draco confused. Hermione just laughed and looked at her watch, 2:30 pm.
"Well, Mr. Malfoy, we have- AHH!" shouted Hermione. Draco had just thrown a snowball dead center of her forehead. She wiped it off and saw Draco sniggering.
"Compliments of Quidditch" he said while flexing his muscles.
"Quidditch or not, you're still dead" as she warned as she formed a snowball.
Smash. It landed right in the middle of his face. Hermione just warmly laughed. She thought it sounded like those cartoons or old war movies where when a bomb drops, and there's this whistle sound then silence, and then BOOM.
"Compliments of the Library" she replied slyly. "All that book carrying really makes you strong." Draco bent down to make a snowball, when he looked up she was gone.
"Hermione?" he said worried. "AHHH! Bloody Bludgering HELL!" he started while jumping trying to get to snow out of his shirt. Hermione was laughing hysterically behind him. Seeing him jump around like a bunny on cocaine was totally worth it. "Must be quicker that," she managed to chuckle. She looked at her watch, 2:45.
"C'mon we better head back," she said taking his hand.
"That, was not funny" Draco said sourly as he shook the remainder of the snow out of his pant leg.
"Was to me," she said smiling "Now c'mon I have to meet Ginny to get our dresses"
"Hermione?" said a familiar voice coming from the corner. It was Pothead and Weaselbee. Why did they have to ruin everything?
"Hey guys, did you get the Chocolate Mistletoes?" she said cheerfully, quickly taking her hand from Draco's.
"Yeah," Ron replied, "Why were holding Malfoy's hand?" Hermione looked stunned. "Err… you see um" Draco turned on his cold demeanor.
"She wasn't holding my hand Weasly," he snapped "Better shut that festering hellhole you call a mouth"
"Better watch it Malfoy, or something unfortunate will happen to you" Harry stated while reaching for his wand in his pocket. Malfoy smirked.
"Is that supposed to be a threat? That's quite pathetic if you asked me. No matter, talk to you later Granger" he said fake hostility. As Harry and Ron gave Malfoy one more hateful look, they took Hermione away. She was only able to mouth two words.
"Thank You"
Draco sighed. He had a feeling that was going to happen quite often.
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"What's the real reason you were holding his hand?" asked Ron
"I wasn't holding his hand," fibbed Hermione sweating slightly. Why did they always have to be on her case? She fought the urge to say, "Mind your own damn business you hobo!" Man, Draco was rubbing off on her.
"Then, why are you sweating when its this cold outside?" asked Harry suspiciously.
Just then, the youngest Weasly came out from one of the stores. She always had the perfect timing.
"Hermione!" she shouted "Harry, Ron!"
"Ginny!" Hermione said secretly thanking Merlin.
"Ready to go?" Ginny asked excitedly.
"Yeah, after everyone reports in," Hermione said "Look, they're here now"
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"Okay everyone, seems like everything's in order, see you at Hogwarts" Hermione confirmed with a smile," "Let's go Ginny"
"So…" she said mischievously "Whom are you taking to the ball?" she asked.
"Err… I don't know yet" she replied honestly. Malfoy and she may be dating, but they never confirmed they would go to the ball together.
"You can't go by yourself!" she said excitedly. "I can hook you up with some cute Ravenclaw boys if you want…" she said teasingly. Hermione laughed,
"No, I'm fine, really" she declined. Ginny just sighed disappointed. "Same ol' Hermione" she mumbled to herself.
"What was that supposed to mean?" said Hermione with irritation. "Look we're here!" said Ginny quickly trying to change the subject.
The billboard read "Madam Roselle's House of Style". "Well, c'mon!" Ginny said grabbing Hermione' hand. When they walked in the place, they was disappointed. They had the most outrageous selection of clothes Hermione had ever seen. It seemed it would be a place Rupaul or Dennis Rodman would wear if they were wizards.
"Err… Ginny, where did you get this place from?" Hermione said looking at the orange and green dress with the aliens on it that said, "Take me to your stove? Let me see that!"
"From Luna, she said that this place had the best clothes she'd ever seen," she said annoyed.
"Ginny, you've seen her dress! Need I say more?" Hermione explained.
Just then a tall lady came up to them. She was very tall, had that big pageant kind of hair with a weird accent and a tight dress.
"Velcome to Madame Roselle's House of Style," she began "Vou must be from zee Hogwots" she said talking to Ginny. "I have a special collection for vou," she said. "Vollow me" she finished.
She then led them into a hall, with only one door. "Don't tell me everything is in that one room," Ginny said, "That would be cramped" Hermione nodded.
"Oh no," the lady said. "Veach door, leads to a different vroom, with a different door. "Vere we are" she said as she opened the door. "Vie zee way, I am Zelga"
It was a room painted white. With isles and isles of clothes that seemed to go on to forever. Unlike the showroom, it had beautiful variety of clothes that seemed just to be Hermione's type. She wanted something Christmas-y, but something she can wear on any special occasion. Something that was bright, but elegant. At that moment, she saw the perfect dress. She was going to knock Draco dead.
"Hermione!" Ginny said gasping, "That's beautiful, are you going to buy it?" Hermione looked at the price tag, a little pricey. "Zelga? Can I get this in a size 5?"
A/n: Next chapter is the Hogwarts BALL! WOOOOOOOOOT. Not much funnies in this one, but that's because its getting harder and harder. In future chappie-roos, there will be more drama and less humor. That's just a pre-warning. : D Talk to you next chapter.