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Chapter 7: One Very Bad Night...sort of
One Week
It's been one week since you looked at me
Cocked your head to the side and said I'm angry.
Five days since you laughed at me
Saying get that together come back and see me.
Three days since the living room
I realized it's all my fault, but couldn't tell you
Yesterday you'd forgiven me
But it'll still be two days till I say I'm sorry
Hold it now and watch the hoodwink
As I make you stop, think
You'll think you're looking at aquaman
I summon fish to the dish, although I like the chalet swiss
I like the sushi 'cause it's never touched a frying pan
Hot like wasabe when I bust rhymes
Big like leann rimes
Because I'm all about value
Bert kaempfert's got the mad hits
You try to match wits
You try to hold me but I bust through
Gonna make a break and take a fake
I'd like a stinkin achin shake
I like vanilla, it's the finest of the flavours
Gotta see the show, cause then you'll know
The vertigo is gonna grow
Cause it's so dangerous, you'll have to sign a waiver
How can I help it if I think you're funny when you're mad
Trying hard not to smile though I feel bad
I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral
Can't understand what I mean?
Well, you soon will
I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve
I have a history of taking off my shirt
It's been one week since you looked at me
Threw your arms in the air and said you're crazy
Five days since you tackled me
I've still got the rug burns on both my knees
It's been three days since the afternoon
You realized it's not my fault not a moment too soon
Yesterday you'd forgiven me
And now I sit back and wait till you say you're sorry
Chickity china the chinese chicken
You have a drumstick and your brain stops tickin'
Watchin x-files with no lights on, we're dans la maison
I hope the smoking man's in this one
Like harrison ford I'm getting frantic
Like sting I'm tantric
Like snickers, guaranteed to satisfy
Like kurasawa I make mad films
Okay I don't make films
But if I did they'd have a samurai
Gonna get a set of better clubs
Gonna find the kind with tiny nubs just so my
Irons aren't always flying off the back-swing
Gotta get in tune with sailor moon
Cause that cartoon has got the boom anime babes
That make me think the wrong thing
How can I help it if I think you're funny when you're mad
Trying hard not to smile though I feel bad
I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral
Can't understand what I mean? you soon will
I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve
I have a history of losing my shirt
It's been one week since you looked at me
Dropped your arms to your sides and said I'm sorry
Five days since I laughed at you
And said you just did just what I thought you were gonna do
Three days since the living room
We realized we're both to blame, but what could we do?
Yesterday you just smiled at me
Cause it'll still be two days till we say we're sorry
It'll still be two days till we say we're sorry
It'll still be two days till we say we're sorry
Birchmount stadium, home of the robbie
(A/N-The lyrics are really long this time. Sorry bout that.) Hermione was sitting in the Gryffindor common room, in the middle of the biggest party they would throw that year, wondering how she could continue to avoid Draco--er, Malfoy, at all costs. She was definitely not looking forward to going back to the common room that night. She just prayed that she survived until the next day.
That night she had been avoiding returning to their dorms partially because of not wanting to be cursed, but mostly because she felt insanely guilty about what she had done. After dinner, as opposed to heading back to her room directly, she went to the Gryffindor common room because they wanted to have a party after Malfoy's humiliation that day. She didn't so much care that it was a party but more of less because it was a way to delay returning that night. It's really hard, though, to have a good time when you feel like you just intentionally ran over a puppy who was trying to follow you home. Not that Malfoy was as innocent as a puppy, but she couldn't help remembering the horror in his eyes as he danced and sang on the table.
Eventually the party ended, way too soon in her opinion. The stereo was put up. The food was disposed of. And all the members headed toward their beds, which meant she had to leave too. Damn.
"Hermione, we have to go to bed now, but we'll see you at breakfast," said Ron in way of good-bye.
"Okay, I'll see you then, I guess," she murmured after them. Slowly she stood up and walked to the portrait. She was truly tired, more tired than any of them at least. Still, she made her way through the corridors at almost a crawl, using any means necessary to prevent the inevitable. Regardless of her lack of speed, she made it to the mirror before she realized it. She looked in and saw her emotions in the reflection before her. The image was one undoubtedly of her, but it was a shrunken version. It seemed withered and worn. It was all dull and gray. It looked like one of the most depressing things she had ever seen. Finally after an eternity of three seconds that she spent staring at herself, the portrait materialized. "Password?" said the image of Madam Hufflepuff.
"Ambition and Courage." The portrait swung open, and she entered. She walked in as quietly as possible, assuming that he might not have heard the password and the door swinging open if he was in another room, but he would hear her if she made to much noise as she crossed to her room and the protection it offered.
Unfortunately, she had no such luck.
"Mudblood," hissed a voice from the couch. The voice was barely recognizable to her ears with all the spite and malice it held. The sound made her cringe and want to make a run for it. Instead she held her ground and pulled out her wand.
"Ferret," she acknowledged. She made her way towards her door without so much as glancing at him, but she clutched wand like it was the only thing that matter. If she had her wand, everything would be okay. Of course, Draco had no intention of letting her go so easily.
He rounded on her and pulled out his wand. Aiming for her face, he snarled, "Petrificus Totallus!" Luckily, Hermione had been predicting this so she easily dodged his spell.
"Stupify!" she shouted back, which he too dodged.
"Silencio!" he commanded. This actually hit because she tried to say a transfiguring spell to turn him into a ferret, but nothing came out of her mouth. She realized she now had no where to run. She couldn't hex him or jinx him. She couldn't go to her room. If she left the common room, she couldn't get back in or enter the Gryffindor Tower. She was trapped. Draco laughed as he saw these thoughts pass through her eyes. That just made her furious. She pounced at him, determined to tear some appendage--she didn't care which. He fell backwards under the weight of her attack, and his head hit the floor with a glorious THUNK! She punched him in the stomach and slapped his face with as much force as she could muster, yet he just sat there, her straddling his legs as she beat him, with a confused look on his face. Eventually figuring out he wasn't going to beg her for mercy she got off and simply tilted her head in a fashion that said, "Why are you just sitting there?" more clearly than any words she could speak...especially when she couldn't say anything to begin with.
Eventually Draco came back from that little world he was in. (I won't go into exactly what exactly was in his little world, (A/N I rated this T after all) but I'll put it this way: It involved her straddling his legs for a different reason entirely from her trying to pound his face in.) What is wrong with me? The Mudblood just attacked and all I can think of is getting between her legs? Pull yourself together man! his inner-voice shouted at him.
'Well look at her! I mean she's perfect! Look at her lips and her breasts, and those hips...'said a defiant part of him. To his other half's horror, he was getting aroused.
'She is filthy. You can get any pureblood you want! Why waste your time on her?' said a voice that was starting to sound increasingly like his father. The sudden knowledge of this shocked him. He refused to be like his father, yet his inner-voice was trained to do only things his father would wish him to out of fear of his father's reaction. He didn't want to get beat again, but then his father wasn't here. He had too much to think about, so he stood up, removed the spell on Hermione, and walked into his room to use the Pensieve Professor Snape gave him for his last birthday. He couldn't think of why Severus would have thought he needed one, but it did come in handy in these kinds of times.
Hermione was just so shocked that he removed the curse and simply left that she sat there staring at the fire until she was too weary and exhausted to stay awake. She stood, less than gracefully, and dragged her self over to her stair and up to her room. She was so tired she almost forgot to say the passwords...almost. When she finally arrived at her room she collapsed on the bed and was asleep before her head hit the pillow. She slept through the night with images of her "perfect" prank running through her head.
Draco, on the other hand, didn't sleep a wink that night. He was trying over and over again to understand where that voice came from. Not to mention, he wanted to figure out just how he felt about Hermione. By morning he could have been the poster-boy of Train Wreck Magazine. His hair was a disaster, his clothes were wrinkled, and he had huge bags under his eyes. He decided to go to Madam Pomfrey for some Pepper-Up potion. Sometimes he just couldn't understand how Muggles lived without the stuff. After his trip to the Hospital Wing, he went to his room, cleaned himself up, put on his uniform, and headed down to breakfast looking good as new.
His eyes wandered over to the spot where the Golden Trio sat every day. Even though he looked good, he found himself thinking Hermione looked radiant. After thinking all night, he had decided not to push her away anymore. He was determined not to be like his father, and he knew for a fact that regardless of her heritage Hermione could beat almost anyone in this school when it came to magic and knowledge.
That was another thing he had decided. He would call her Hermione. Not Granger, and definitely not Mudblood. She was human and a brilliant witch, so she should be treated as one. Though he still would get her back for punching him that night. Hadn't he gone through enough? Being humiliated in front of the entire school, having to kiss another boy, Harry no less, and being shot down for the first time when he actually cared about her...yes he admitted he cared about her. It came with his late night meditation session last night and seeing all his thoughts laid out before him in the Pensieve.
Just then, a booming voice announced, "Mr. Malfoy, Miss Granger, would you please meet me in my office after breakfast. We have to discuss preparations for the next ball." And with that, Dumbledore left the Great Hall.
Both Hermione and Draco's heads snapped up and looked at each other. They hadn't even thought of the balls since school started. Hermione mouthed, 'Meet me in the Entrance Hall." Draco nodded his acknowledgement. They both got up and bolted out of the hall.
"Oh my God! What are we going to do?" Hermione asked like the world was coming to an end, which, come to think of it, it probably would if they didn't think fast. Well, their world as the Heads.
"First off, Hermione, calm down," he said trying to calm himself down as well.
"What did you just say?" she said, seemingly bewildered.
"I said calm down," he repeated.
"No, I meant that you said Hermione...what brought about this change?" she asked skeptically.
"Look, I'm truly sorry about the past years. I realized last night that for all these years I have treated you like less than trash because I knew that my father wanted me to. I was so afraid of him that his voice became a conscience of sort. I would hear what he thought constantly because that was the easiest way to avoid a beating. If I didn't act in a way he approved of he would put me under the Cruciatus Curse on me until I said that the Dark Lord was the most powerful and greatest wizard to ever live. It hurt so much that I only let it happen a few times, like when he tried to force me to kill a Muggle or to join the Death Eaters. I eventually got out of it in the end, but I kept the memory forever of the pain of the curse and avoided getting him angry at all costs," Draco blurted out. He hadn't planned on telling her all that, but it seemed rather inevitable.
There was an expression on her face that he just couldn't read. All of the sudden, she walked over to him and gave him a hug. She was practically his height, not that she was tall, but since he was a Seeker, he was rather... well, short for lack of a better word. Her chin rested just on top of his shoulder and her arms circled his waist. It took him a few seconds to respond, but he finally wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pulled her closer to him. They stood like that for a few seconds until they remembered what they were supposed to be doing. When they pulled back, Draco saw her eyes seemed a little far away and there was a slight blush on her cheeks. Hermione looked up at him and noticed how much softer his features had become, but then an image from that dream she had on the train flashed through her brain. Her eyes suddenly became alert.
"Okay, so what I thought was having a traditional Halloween Ball. Everyone wears costumes and the food will be mostly candy and cakes. We can ask for donations from different places around Hogsmeade, and in exchange for the donation they get to have advertisement all over the place. For drinks we can have pumpkin juice or butterbeer. We can ask Ms. Rosmerta for the butterbeer. She'll donate with little qualm I think. The decorations will look like a haunted house. We can have help from the ghosts on that part, but I think we'll need a lot of jack-o-lanterns and the place will be dark. How about getting the Weird Sisters for entertainment? They went over great in forth year," she announced.
"I thought you hadn't thought about this? The Weird Sisters would work, but only for one of the dances. We can't keep having the same people come in otherwise people will get bored," he observed.
"Perfect! We'll think about what we'll do as far as the other dances later," she proclaimed. "Let's be off to the Headmaster's office! We don't want to be late!" She held her arm out for him to take playfully. He obediently hooked his arm in hers, and they started off down the corridors.
A/N- Alright I know that was short, but I wanted to get it up soon. Sowwy!
Steelo- I still feel a little bad about only being about to think up something that would hurt Harry. Good thing he's a fictional character...
lilwhitney- I'm so flattered that you think my stories so good! I really appreciate the praise : )
Alyssium- Thanks for the suggestion! I read it and will be keeping up with it from now on.
epiphany-the-storyteller- I hope you like the update.
slytherin-91- yup it's my first fanfic...I hope it turns out ok...
insanity-is-my-life- and continue I did
Queen of Duct Tape- I thought the prank just would be complete without a little singing. I'm glad you thought the same.
Babiblue754- She lives! It's a miracle! Hermione survived the wrath of Malfoy!
green pea soup- I'm still trying to figure out just how many spells would be required to pull it off, but yes unfortunately Harry was kissed by Malfoy...and yes I agree it is totally gross.
mysteriouscharm- I've done that one before. The whole "holy shit that's funny, but the expression on my zombie like parents isn't thing" brings back some good times...the grounding wasn't so fun though...
