Well, it has been a while hasn't it...I'm terribly sorry about that. But in case you hadn't noticed, this chapter is rather long...it was also rather hard to write...or even find an idea for...well, I hope you enjoy what I finally came up with.
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The Twelve Days of Christmas: Hogwarts style
Chapter 9: Nine Mistletoe for Kissing
Hermione
That jerk! Just who does he think he is? After Malfoy kissed me, he just up and walked away, like it was nothing.
But it was nothing; it couldn't be anything. He is Draco Malfoy after all; a kiss to him would be equivalent to a hug from normal people. It doesn't mean much, and you can hug just about anyone. That's the thing…you can't just kiss anyone. It's not right.
It took me a few moments to regain myself after Malfoy left. You can imagine how stupid I felt, standing there like some lovesick fool. And over Malfoy of all guys.
Angrily I stormed back to Gryffindor to sulk in the common room. It was there Harry and Ron found me, glaring at the fire cackling before me.
"Hey, Mione, what's wrong?" Harry asked, sitting on the chair next to mine.
I barely spared him a glance, "Nothing's wrong." I snap, annoyed at the intrusion into my thoughts of murdering Malfoy. "Why would you think something is wrong?"
"Just a guess." He says uneasily, shifting in his seat.
We laps into silence after that, Harry and Ron starting their essays Snape assigned (the evil, evil man, assigning homework over Christmas break) I continue to stare moodily into the fire, resuming my previous, homicidal thoughts.
My mind, though, seems to be stuck on replay; over and over I am forced to re-endure the kiss, and ever time Draco walks away, my fury grows.
I seriously cannot believe he'd do that. He might not care who he kisses, but I sure do! Kisses are intimate, something that should only happen when you like someone.
I ignore the voice telling me that I do like Malfoy, cus I don't.
Something in the back of my mind pushes into my consciousness, but it was right out of reach. What was it…what was it Draco had said right before he kissed me?
Something about…about…ugh! How frustrating! Every time I try to focus on the Slytherins words my mind drifts, of it's own accord, to his lips instead.
"Stupid Malfoy." I mutter grouchily, too low for my friends to make out. Harry, who's sitting the closest to me, heard me say something and looks up at me curiously. I ignore him.
Ginny enters a few moments later, takes one look at me, and asks, "What's wrong with her?"
"Nothing is wrong with me!" I practically yell. You'd think people would take the hint, but I am, apparently, surrounded by idiots.
Ginny just smiles at Harry and Ron's alarmed faces. She stands up and pulls me by the wrist towards the girl's staircase, leaving the perplexed boys behind.
She sits me down on her bed and takes a seat next to me, before turning those Weasley eyes on me, the ones obviously inhereted from her mother, "Talk." She commands, grinning like a wolf.
I look at her suspiciously; "There's nothing to talk about." I inform her matter-of-factly.
She doesn't by it; "In my experience this kind of behavior can be caused by only two things. 1. Someone stole from your stash of chocolate and sweets, and 2, it involves a boy." She pauses for a moment, "Wait, I take that back, with you there could be three reasons, the third being the library burning down."
"Hey! I resent that remark." I say haughtily, "My life does not revolve around book." Only a small lie, really.
Ginny continues to grin at me cheekily, "Okay, who was it, and what did he do?"
I study her silently for a moment, wondering what she would do if I did tell her. I really couldn't be certain. She could very easily become so angry with Draco that she'd tell Harry, and that simply was not acceptable (if anyone was going to kill Malfoy it was going to be me…and it would be a slow and painful death, you can be sure)
Then again, I had heard her speaking with Lavender a couple weeks ago, about how extremely sexy Malfoy had become.
But I couldn't just keep this to myself, or I might just burst. I glance around the room surreptitiously, "You won't tell anyone?"
"Of course not!" She sounded offended that I could even suggest such a thing.
"Promise?"
She rolls her eyes, smiling, "Promise."
I study her a moment longer, though I've already decided to tell her, "It was Malfoy." Is all I am able to get out before Ginny is interrupting me.
"Malfoy!" She crys in alarm, so loud I'm afraid Harry and Ron could hear her. "What did that measly little ferret do this time? If he hurt you, I'll kill him. Do you want me to tell Harry for you? I'm sure he'd be more then happy to help." Well, that answered that question.
If this hadn't been so serious I might have laughed, "Calm down Ginny, all he did was kiss me."
That shut her up for a full minute and a half. "He kissed you?" She asked, sounding dumbfounded, "Draco Malfoy kissed you, of his own accord?"
"Yes." Isn't that what I said?
It was silent for a moment more, then she asks, "So, was it good?"
I want to bang my head against a wall at the moment. She seems to sense my mood , for she says, "No, seriously though, what happened? I'm sure there is more to this then you've told me."
"Well, I was coming back from dinner, "I begin, my mind going over the events again in slow motion, "when he grabbed me from behind and dragged me into an alcove. He said something, then kissed me."
"What did he say?" My friend asks, lips pursed in thought.
"I can't remember." I admit, slightly ashamed.
She does this clucking thing with her tongue, something I'm sure I've heard her mother do, then says, "You just don't want to remember. Now, if we're going to find out what that kiss means, your going to have to remember."
I pout for a moment, then give in, thinking back to the kiss. "He said something about haunting him, driving him crazy, but that was like the only time I'd been anywhere near him all day."
"Hmm…" Ginny says, puzzling over my little mystery. "Did he say anything else?"
I hesitate, "Yes." Great, now I'll have to tell her about the pranks, and I was hoping to avoid that.
"So, that's why you have these little guys following you around?" Ginny asks, fifteen minutes later, as I stroke one of my Malfoy Dragons absently. The one usually found on my shoulder is currently curled up in my lap.
"Yeah. So, right before he kissed me, he asked what spell I had cast on him last night."
"And that was?" She prompts.
"A spell to make his deepest desire taunt him. A phantom of sorts."
"So…"She says slowly, "This spell you cast would, say, make a piece of chocolate cake follow him around, if that was his deepest desire."
I grin pridefully, "Not only that, but he wouldn't be able to so much as touch it all day." Yes, I am a genius.
"So then," Ginny says slowly still, thoughtfully, "If his deepest desire was a girl, she'd follow him around all day, but he wouldn't be able to touch or kiss her in any way." I don't like where this is going, but nod my head slowly anyway, "And what if this girl, let's say, a Gryffindor muggleborn, who is following him around is being extra provocative.
Yeah, definitely don't like this.
"Draco is a guy, Mione, and a very worldly one at that. I'm surprised all he did was just kiss you." Is she laughing at me? She is laughing at me.
"I don't care if a shadow form of me was taunting him all day, he still had no right to kiss me like that and walk away like nothing happened."
Her eyes are glittering strangely, "That's what's bothering you so much, huh?" I lean away from her in alarm, she wouldn't…"You liked the kiss so much that it offended and hurt you to think he could be so unaffected."
She would. "No!" I shriek, she just continues to grin at me. "Some best friend you are." I grumble a few moments later.
"I'm only here to help."
I don't say anything for a minute, "Do you really think he was unaffected?" I ask uncertainly.
I am so pathetic, hoping for the hopeless.
He's a Malfoy, why would he be affected by kissing me? I was stupid to even ask that question, "You know," I say, standing abruptly, "Forget I asked." I make a big show of yawning falsely, "I'm kind tired, I think I'll go to bed now. See you tomorrow." I pause at the door to look back at her, "Don't forget, you promised."
This dream must have been triggered somehow by last night's forbidden kiss. I was just on the verge of waking up, (how I know this, don't ask, I could just feel it) when he is suddenly above me, leaning over me, as he lowers his lips to my own.
It's such a sweet kiss, something usually so foreign in a Malfoy, but so prominent in him now.
I can't see him, for although this is a dream, I have my eyes closed.
He draws away briefly, then I feel him again. Twice more he kisses me before he pulls away and hovers just above me, "Are you just an abnormally heavy sleeper, or are you really enjoying this that much?" He whispers huskily.
My eyes snap open to find amused silver orbs dancing above me, and Draco's handsome features just a breath away.
"Draco?" I ask, confused. I want to pinch myself, but that would be a little obvious. He just grins at me arrogantly, my eyes narrow. "Get off me!" I demand, becoming all too aware of his close proximity. I push at his chest, and he moves off easily.
He smirks, stepping away from my bed, "It's your own fault for sleeping under the mistletoe."
My two roommates had woken up and spotted Draco's vanishing figure. "What was he doing here?" Lavender asks, "We broke up ages ago!"
I ignore her, my eyes focused on the merry little plant above my bed. "I know that was not there when I went to bed last night." I say softly, to myself. Pravati heard me anyway and followed my eyes towards the space above my bed.
"Is that…mistletoe?" She asks in disbelief, bringing her best friend's attention to me also.
It was almost surreal, how he woke me up. It was rather romantic. I didn't think Draco even knew the word, much less practiced it.
And yet, the evidence was right there, handing above my bed, tingling along my lips in a phantom kiss.
How on Earth did he even get up here? The staircase didn't allow males to come up here.
This was a rather disturbing thought and proved a convenient distraction from my wake up call.
Ginny caught me in the common room, waiting for Harry. "Hermione?" She questioned, her brow furrowed in concern, "Are you alright? You look a bit flushed."
I had to tell her, for I was once more close to bursting. After a quick check to make sure no one was listening I relayed to her Malfoy's little visit, and all my thoughts about it...and him.
"How did he even get up to your room?" She wondered aloud, absently playing with one of the little Malfoy's.
"I don't know!" I exclaim, falling into a nearby chair.
We were silent for a moment before a sneaky smile lit up my friend's face, "Do you think he's really a girl, descuized as a guy?"
Harry and ron enter about then, only to find us girl's helpless with laughter. If Draco Malfoy is a girl, then mankind is doomed.
After breakfast (in which I studiously avoided looking at the Slytherin Table) Harry, Ron, and Ginny said they wanted to go out for a bit of flying. I said I'd go with them, but I didn't want to fly...quite frankly, every time I try I feel like I'm going to fall off. I mean seriously, if man was meant to fly...we'd have a safer flying device...such as airplains.
As my friends took off from the cold frozen earth into the chill morning air. I watched them as they flew higher and higher, finally soaring out of sight above me.
"Well, now Granger, this is an unexpected surprise." Sneers a voice I know all too well. I glance down from my pearch in the bleachers to see Draco Malfoy standing below me with his arms crossed and a smirk on his face.
"What do you want Malfoy?" I ask, eyeing him wearily, I'm not sure I trust him anymore. He does have a tendancy to kiss me and then just leave.
In responce to my question he grins and climbs the bleachers up to me, where he towers over me, "Well, I just came out here to go flying, and what are you doing here." He obviously knew of my fear of flying, stupid little git.
"Waiting for Harry, Ron, and Ginny." I answer evenly.
Draco raises an eyebrow at me, "I was wondering about that, and where are your little friends?"
I gesture above us, "Flying, where else."
Malfoy glances up at the sky, and a slow smirk crosses his features, "Well, I don't see anyone." He leaned down abruptly, his face now inches from my own, my breath hitched, "Your sitting under the mistletoe again." He informed me in a low voice, his silver eyes heavily lidded.
I automatically look above me, but Draco takes that movement and uses it to his advantage kissing me firmly on the mouth. I can't say it was all that surprizing, for one he was so close to could feel the heat of his breath on my face, and two, he had just said I was sitting under the mistletoe.
At first I was frozen, fighting with my wanting to kiss him back, knowing I should push him away, but wanting nothing more then to pull him closer. After a moment of hesitation my arms hesitantly wound around his neck, and pulled him down further. One of my hands slid down over his shoulders to lightly trace the contors of his chest.
Mmm...what a nice chest he has too, all firm and toned, covered in a light shirt.
Then he pulls away. I open my eyes (wait...when did I close them?), and stare at him in confusion. Why is he pulling away, it was just getting good!
He seems to sence my confusion, either that or he read it in my eyes, and says, "As much fun as this is, I'm afraid you're friends are returning."
Then he puts out his hand and calls to his broom (which moves swiftly into his hand), in a moment he is soaring in the opposite direction of my returning companions.
Harry lands on the bench next to me, watching Draco's retreating back, "Was that Malfoy?" He asked scathingly.
Ron hovers a few feet to my right, glaring after the Slytherin, "What did he want."
I don't answer as I look up at Ginny, a look passes between us and I know she saw everything.
Harry and Ron head back to the dorms to play wizarding chess, and Ginny stays behind with me. We make our way to the library, where we'll be able to speak with some privacy (and I'll be able to get a head start on next terms homework).
"I really think I'm starting to loose it Ginny." I tell her, sitting at a table near the back of the room, half hidden by a tall bookshelf. "I couldn't even push him away. I don't think I even wanted to."
Ginny seems torn between excitement and worry, "I don't know what to tell you, Herms, I really don't." She said sympathetically.
I groan and lean back in my chair, "Do you think it's pausible...that Malfoy might...you know...like me?" Oh why did I just say that. Stupid question. Stupid me. Stupid Draco!
This is all his fault after all. He's the one who started the prank thing, he's the one who kissed me. He's the one who was being all...nice to me. Well, as nice as a Slytherin can be, I suppose. He's still an arrogant jerk, he's still a Malfoy. But a really hot Malfoy jerk that kissed me on more then one occation.
Will he kiss me again? You have no idea how much I want him to.
"Mione? Mione, are you alright?" I blink and look at my friend, who is flapping her hand in front of my face like a startled turkey, "Were you thinking of Malfoy again?"
"Of course she was. Who wouldn't want to think of me?" Malfoy materialized behind me, wrapping his arms around my shoulders, his face next to my own. I freeze, my breathing quickening, "Now now, mione, you really should relax, I'm not going to bite. Unless you want me to." He breaths in my ear, low enough so that Ginny won't hear.
I flush, "Let go of me Malfoy!" I comand, trying to wiggle out of his grip.
He clucks his tongue at me, "Tut tut, when you act like that, Granger, makes me think you aren't happy to see me."
Why is he doing this? Ginny is right there, watching with wide eyes. Why doesn't she do anything?
"You know, Granger, your sitting under the mistletoe again." This is loud enough for Ginny to hear, and she gasps, looking above me. "That means I get to kiss you again." No! Not in front of Ginny! Not in front of anyone!
But my cry's go unheard as he gently (but firmly) cups my cheek with his hand, turning my face and tilting my head to one side to get acess to my mouth.
As soon as his lips touch mine all rational thought (what little I had while being held so close to him) vanishes. I lean into the kiss, one of my own hands coming up to cover his larger hand, holding it in place.
He ends the kiss too soon for my taste, chuckling softly, "Don't forget, we have an audience this time." His hand caresses my cheek as he pulls away, and vanishes around the bookcase.
"Wow." Was all my companion could say, staring at me in complete shock. "You must really like him, you're eyes are all glassy."
I look at her for a moment as my head clears. He did it again, he just showed up out of the blue, kissed me, and walked away. Only this time there was a witness. I groaned for a second time and burried my face in my hands, why me?
"You know what's weird?" Ginny say's about fifteen minutes later, flipping through the pages of a book she had taken off the shelf, "you weren't sitting under mistletoe before he showed up. There wasn't any mistletoe around at all." I look up at her from my own book.
"Last time he kissed me we were outside, and he said that I was under mistletoe then too." I stared ahead of me thoughtfully, "I don't know if it was true cus I forgot to look."
I looked over at Ginny, she was watching me with a strange look in her eyes, "Mione, when he said that I looked up, and there was mistletoe above you. It vanished when he left."
Now that is strange.
"Um...excuse me, but I was told to give this to you."
I took the parchment from the small second year and started to read.
Dear Miss Granger,
Dumbledor would like to speak with you emediatly. It is very important. You will find him in his office.
It was in McGonagall's handwriting, but it was left unsigned. I shrug it off and stand up, "I'll see you later Ginny." I tell her, leaving the library and heading towarts Dumbledor's office.
I've only been to Dumbledor's office a few times, but I knew the way already.
I was just about to Dumbledor's office when I felt eyes on me. I stopped in midstride and turned around. There, leaning against a statue of some famous witch, was a smirking Malfoy.
I narrowed my eyes at him, "What are you doing here?"
"What do you think I'm doing here?" He asked, moving towards me, when I don't answer he answers for me, "I can't seem to get enough of you, the more I kiss you, the more I want to kiss you. I don't want anything other then to have you in my arms again." He had reached me, and was now cupping my neck, his thumb tracing my jawline, "It's all your fault, my dear little mudblood." He said softly.
How does he do that? It's not fair! He can turn even the most foul name like mudblood into something similar to an endearment. That has to be cheating, and the fact that he never calls anyone but me that, it makes me feel...special. How messed up is that? But I don't have time for this, Dumbledor is waiting for me. "Sorry Malfoy, but I'm going to be late."
"No your not. Dumbledor doesn't even know you're coming." Malfoy interupts me, his hand now playing with my hair.
"What do you mean?"
He doesn't answer, but instead changes the subject, "Where are the Siliey?"
"Back at Gryffindor Tower, now what did you mean...he doesn't know I'm coming?" I say, keeping on the topic I wanted.
He smiles in amusement, "What do you think I mean?" He asks, you know, that get's rather annoying, "I'm the one who sent that note to you."
"What! Why?"
"For such a smart witch, you ask a lot of stupid questions." Malfoy say's with a smirk.
"Hey!" I exclaim indignantly.
"Well, it's the truth." He says, "If you don't like it...well then too bad." He chuckles them, at my expence, the jerk. "You know," He says, more softly still, his eyes gazing soulfully into my own, "I think that mistletoe rather likes you."
I want to look up, it's a natural reflex, but I can't tear my eyes away from him. What has he done to me, I wonder, as I lean towards the kiss that will inevitably follow his remark. "I don't think I mind." I murmur before his smirking lips meet my own.
One of his hands is resting lightly on my hip, while his other is playing with the hair at the nape of my neck. He pulls away slightly to whisper against my lips, "I meant what I said before, Mione, I can't seem to get enough of you." Then he kissed me again, his tongue slipping out to tease my bottom lip breifly before he removed his lips from mine completely. But he wasn't done, he started to plant butterfly kisses on my face and eyes. I could only clutch him as his soft lips worked their own magic on me.
I was extremely dissapointed when he stopped kissing me and pulled back, his eyes were soft...softer then I'd seen his eyes before, and he said softly, "Someone's coming. I don't want to get you in trouble." Then he was gone.
Why does he do that to me? Is he just toying with me? Or did he really mean it?
That last kiss was about an hour ago, it's now after lunch time and I'm standing in the bathroom, staring at my face in the mirror, trying to solve the puzzle that was Draco Malfoy.
A part of me wishes he'd never started this game, but the rest of me is so happy that it doesn't matter if I end up getting hurt in the end. I don't want to get hurt. Getting hurt...well, hurts. I don't like pain, I'm not a slytherin obviously. And I'm starting to wonder why I was even placed in Gryffindor.
I mean, seriously, there is nothing about me that is really Gryffindorish. I'm a bookworm (more of a Ravenclaw trait then a Gryffindor one). Plus I'm scared to death of flying, (which sounds rather Hufflepuff to me). Not to meantion I'm a complete cowerd, which is proven by the fact that I want to go hide out under my bed, and avoid Draco for the rest of my life (not that that would work, he seems to always know where I am and when.) And cowerdace is a rather Slytherin Trait.
See what I mean, I'm not supposed to be in Gryffindor, it was some kind of mistake. Though I don't think the Sorting hat would be to pleased if I tried to explain to it that I think it put me in the wrong house. I wonder what house I would be in if I wasn't in Gryffindor. I don't think I'd be in Ravenclaw, as much as I love books, all of those people are snobs who think they know everything, I don't think I could take being around them for too long (...maybe that is a bit hypacritical of me...oh well) I know I wouldn't fit into Hufflepuff, I have too much of a temper for that.
Slytherin? Maybe...at least then I'd be able to see Draco every day.
That's a rather nice thought.
I wonder, does Draco ever just walk around his dorms without his shirt on? Or in his boxers?
Whoa! Do not go there Hermione, bad girl. No fantisizing about the enemy, that's sure to get you in trouble.
I close my eyes I lean against the wall beside me, why won't my mind focus on anything other then Malfoy? It's not fair.
I hear the door open and close and footsteps moving towards me. I don't even bother opening my eyes, I don't really care who it is...until he presses his body against mine, locking me against the wall.
My eyes snap open and I gasp, what in the world is some guy doing in the girl's bathroom! "What do you think your doing, you perv? This is a girl's bathroom!" I scream at him, not even caring who it is.
"Really, it must have slipped my notice." Drawled the man, I froze, my hands pausing in their attempt to push a familar chest away from me. He chuckles.
"I should have known." I mumble, relaxing slightly. I smile up at him lazily, "What are you doing in here? You'll get in trouble."
He smiled cockily back, "I'm a Malfoy, Granger, Malfoy's don't get caught, therefore, we don't get in trouble."
Hm...we'll just have to see about that. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him down, closer to my height, "Looks like I just caught you, Mister Malfoy."
"So you did." He says back leaning towards me too, only he passes by my lips and whispers in my ear, "That pesky mistletoe is back."
"Is it? I hadn't noticed." I say back in a low voice, his lips touch mine lightly at first, then slowly he deepens the kiss, drawing me towards him until I'm plastered against his lean figure.
"You're so sweet." He says against my lips.
"And you need to get a room!" A voice interupts us.
Malfoy stiffens, and I sigh in disappointment. I cannot believe this.
"Harry's not going to like this." Ginny is telling me an hour later. "Not to meantion Ron, I mean, he's liked you for ages!"
"I know." I say, "That's all I've been able to think of." She sends me a disbelieving look, "Okay, so that was a lie, I've been thinking of Draco, but I'm still worried. I mean, they are my best friends, and Draco is a Slytherin. I wouldn't be surprised if he's a Deatheater already."
"I don't think so." Ginny say's contemplatively, "If he was, I don't think he'd be in school anymore. I mean, all those other kids dropped out after becoming Death Eaters."
She had a point, I had to admitt. This was a relief to me, I must say, and I bet that's why she said it. I find it hard to think of Malfoy as a Death Eater, Malfoy or no, Slytherin or not. Or maybe I just don't want him to be, so I'm overlooking the obvious.
Harry is going to kill me. I don't know why it just occured to me now, even after Ginny's warning I still didn't really think about it. I don't know what I'm going to do. I mean, I really like Draco, but Harry and Ron are my friends.
Draco hasn't even asked me out yet or really admitted he liked me on more then a physical level. Did this mean all he was after was sex? It would be very Slytherin of him, now wouldn't it.
I kick a random rock on the path I was walking on. Obsorbed in my thoughts. The snow had completely melted by now, but it was still freezing out.
"You need a better cloak." A voice drawled from the direction of the wall to my right. "That one obviously isn't keeping you warm at all. Did the Weasel give it to you? That would explain it's shabby state."
I stopped in my tracks. What a jerk! I can't believe I actually thought I like him, "Take that back Malfoy!" I hiss at him, turning to see his beautiful form leaning against the wall, his silver eyes glittering with Slytherin Mirth.
He pushed off from the wall, sauntering towards me leisurly, "Why should I, it's true."
"Why are you so mean?" I pout, feeling like a little girl.
Draco grins at me, lifting my face with two of his fingers placed under my chin, "You're so cute when you're angry." He tells me, causing me to blush.
He's doing it again! He's being sweet. I uncontiously lean towards him, and he chuckles, "So eager, you're not even willing to wait for the mistletoe." My eyes glance above me, expecting a clear sky, but instead seeing a small floating plant. My eyes quickly flash back to Malfoy's, he's smirking, "Guess we don't have to wait after all."
His lips are on mine in a matter of moments, his tongue touched my lips gently, sending tingles through them. He brushed his tongue against my lips a second time, begging for entrance. I hesitated a moment, and in that moment he pulled back. I gapped at him, why?
"This will have to be delayed a while longer, Mione. I'm already late for my quidditch practice."
It was only then I noticed he was wearing his green and silver quidditch robes. "Oh," I said, "uh...bye?"
He chuckled again in amusement, walking past me. I stared after him for a moment before heading back inside.
What on earth am I doing here? Again. This was a stupid idea, by far my worst. I was once more looking out over the Quidditch pitch, gazing up at the sky, trying to pick out one of the players.
It isn't hard to spot him. His better broom, and silky silver hair is an obvious give away, and my eyes lock onto him in moments.
He's such a good flier, though not as good as Harry. Malfoy controls his broom with such accuracy and elegance, moving it as gracefully as if he were dancing. I wonder what it would be like to dance with Draco. I'm sure it would be a wonderful experience, as he has obviously been trained in the art of dancing, being a pure blood and all.
I don't move onto the bleacher like I would if I were watching a Gryffindor practice, no, that would be a very bad idea. The Slytherins would surely become angry with my presence if they knew I was here, and I wasn't sure if Draco would stand up for me or not (not that I can't take care of myself...but...)
Besides, there was the matter of the little fanclub. Sitting on the bleachers above me were six beautiful slytherin girl's, Draco's Fanclub. How silly is that?
They, I'm sure, would not be too thrilled to see me here, especially followed by seven smaller versions of Malfoy. Yes, all seven Siliey refused to stay in the dorm any longer and had saught me out. soon after that I had made my way to the Quidditch Pitch. Why, I wasn't sure. It was like I was being drawn there.
It's probably got something to do with the fact that Draco was at the quidditch pitch, and I wanted to see him. Stupid idea, I know. If I get caught, I'm sure to get in trouble.
I lean against the bleachers, staring up at Draco in a kind of daze. He's so handsome.
Eventually I sit down, still watching above me. The little Draco Siliey start playing in the long grass around me, and I begin to watch them, rather then the practice.
"Draco found the snitch!" Someone shrieked above me.
"He'll catch it in moments, just watch."
"Yeah, he's so sexy on his broom, don't you think."
I tune out, not really wanting to listen to other girl's talk about Malfoy like that. One of the little Dragons was sneeking up on a flowery weed that was waving in the light wind.
"What the!" Someone shouted, before I could look up to see who had shouted (though I did recognize the voice as Draco's) someone crashed into me. The force of the body knocked me backwards, and I ended up splayed on the ground with a heavy male body crushing me.
Whoever it was (Malfoy I think), groaned, then quickly pushed up on his elbows, looking down at me. "Mione? What are you doing here?" Draco asked, confusion shining in his steely eyes.
"Ow..." I mumble, but answer him anyway, "I was just watching the Siliey play. They were tired of being cooped up all day long." It wasn't a full lie, but I really didn't want to tell him I had come to watch him fly.
He smirked at me, "Are you sure your not here just to watch me play qudditch?" He asks confidantly.
I narrow my eyes at him, "Contrary to your beliefs, I have better things to do then watch you like some love sick fool."
"Well, you did bring it upon yourself by showing up here...and in case you hadn't noticed, those little pets of yours look just like me." He was still smirking, that cocky little jerk.
"Your so full of yourself, it's sickening." I tell him seethingly.
His expression does not faulter in the least, "You like it and you know it."
"Dream on!"
This whole time he's still laying on top of me, his lips just inches from my own, I know what's coming, and I really don't care.
"I really want to kiss you right now." He says softly, staring, not in my eyes, but at my lips.
"Why don't you?" I ask breathlessly. Yes, that's what I want, more then anything right now, is his kiss.
"There's no mistletoe." He said simply. Why does he need mistletoe to kiss me? It doesn't make sence.
"You don't happen to have some on you, do you?" I ask him.
"No, but I do believe there might be some above us."
"So what are you waiting for?"
He grins and our lips touch softly.
Then he pulls back, "I'm sorry, Granger, but I'm still in the middle of practice, if I wait much longer, we'll get caught."
Dratz, he has a point, "Fine..." I say grumplily, and he climbs to his feet, and calls his broom (which he had jumped off of when we crashed), and flew back to his team.
I remained staring above me at a little plant with small round berries. Slowly the mistletoe fades from my view and I'm left staring up into the white fluffy clouds. That was such a short kiss.
After Draco left and the mistle toe fades I gather all my little followers and head over to Hagrid's hut. I havne't been to see him in a long time, and it's starting to make me feel bad.
"Hey, 'Mione." Hagrid greets me cheerily.
"Sorry I haven't been to see you in a while." I say guiltily, stepping through the doorway.
"It's okay, Mione, I'm sure you've been busy. And what do we have here?" He asks as one little Draco-dragon began nosing about on his table, "Is this a Siliey?" He glances up and spotts the one on my shoulder and another perched in my lap, "Just how many are there?" He asks with a chuckle.
I laugh as well, scratching a small dragan under the chin while Hagrid cooes to the one on the table, a goofy grin on his face, "There are seven of them."
"Seven? Wow." Hagrid say's, taking a moment to look up at me, before turning back to the little dragon, 'You look just like my Norbert, yes you do." He told it in a silly voice usually used for babies. I crinkle my nose, not really seeing the connection.
The little dragon hisses at him, slowly backing away. Another lands on his head and begin to nose about while a third begins to poke at his arm with a pin of a sword. "What is this?" He asks, his eyes on the one with the sword, "Looks like a miniature Malfoy."
I flush slightly, "Well, yes...he's the one who sent them to me." I admitt.
Hagrid's thick brow crinkles in thought, "You be careful round that one, Mione. I've heard stories bout 'im, don't want you losing your heart."
"Uh...yeah. Thanks Hagrid." I say, standing up, "I've gotta go, I'll see you later."
Hagrid looks so crestfallen then I'm leaving so soon, so I add, "And I'll send Harry down to see you too."
Slytherin's practice is over by the time I go back through the feild. Draco's long gone, and I feel a slight stab of disappointment.
I'm almost passed the bleachers when a rather familiar voice stops me, "You'd just walk on by without even saying hello? Mione, I'm hurt."
"Draco!" I gasp, spinning around.
He smirks, "Sorry hun, I didn't intend to alarm you."
"I wasn't expecting to see anyone, I thought you'd already gone back to the castle." I explain.
He steadily moves towards me, "I couldn't go back, not without another kiss."
I blink at him, "But how could you know I hadn't already gone back to the castle myself?" I ask as he comes abreast of me.
He leans towards me, a mischevious light in his eyes, "I watched you enter Hagrid's little shack. It was only a matter of time before you came back out."
I smirk back at him, "And you just assumed I'd want to kiss you back?" He encircled me in his arms, "Don't you think that's just a bit cocky?"
His smug look was just too sexy as he said, "Don't look now, little mudblood, but I do believe you're mistletoe is back."
"I do believe I could learn to live with it." I say before my lips are devoured by his.
I think he's starting to get impatient with all these closed mouthed kisses, and I can't say I blame him, really. He licks my lips and I shiver in delight.
Suddenly I feel a sharp tug on my hair, and jerk back from Malfoy with a cry of pain, clutching the back of my head.
Draco starts laughing in surprise as a little chittering dragon begins to ripramand him. "They really are quite charming, I must say." Malfoy say's, leading the way back to the castle, "Remind me of myself, actually."
Gee...I wonder why.
I left the pesky little twirps up in my room when I finally went down to dinner. I'm rather late, almost missed the meal altogether because I was taking a nap.
I sped down the stairs and flew through the entrance hall, hardly noticing the elaberate Christmas decorations.
I guess I really should have watched where I was going, cus the next thing I know, I've run into someone and am falling backwards, only to be caught by a pair of strong arms and braced against a very male chest.
"Thanks." I say breathlessly, glancing up into a pair of silver eyes. Malfoy.
"My pleasure." He says, "And so is this." It was so unexpected, the kiss, yet very welcome. He didn't even say anything about the silly mistletoe he's always mentioning. I could tell instantly that he would take no interuptions this time, no, this kiss would go exactly like he wanted.
I wasn't really inclined to fight him about it.
This time, when he brushes his tongue over my lips, I open my mouth instantly, welcoming his probing tongue. Our dance is long and slow and sensual, and I could feel myself melting against him, oblivious to our audiance.
Finally he pulls away, but only slightly. "This time, I'm not the one responsable for the mistletoe, this time I was entirely your fault for running into me here."
Then he left, and I became aware of all the cat calls and whistles, as well as all the overly jealous stares. My eyes travel upwards, unconcerned with the attention I was receaving, to light on the mistletoe Dumbledor had hung in the doorway at the beginning of the hollidays.
I ignore all the stares I'm getting from everyone and go sit down next to my friends, who are staring at me with...is that revultion?
"Mione...you just kissed Malfoy." Ron said in a hoarse whisper.
"You must be mistaken." I tell him matter-of-factly, "He kissed me."
"You weren't exactly putting up a fight, Hermione." Harry points out, "In fact, you looked like you were enjoying it."
Angrily I turn on them, "And what if I was? Would that really make a differance to you? Would you really think less of me because I happen to like someone?"
Harry looked taken aback, Ron didn't seem to hear, "But he's a Malfoy." Ron said in discust.
"Ronald, just leave her alone, you're just jealous cus Malfoy beat you to it." Ginny interupted, and I sent her a greatful look.
Harry seemed to come out of his stuppor, "Mione..." He says cautiously, "We trust you, we just don't trust him, but if he's who you want to be with, I guess it's alright with me, I won't stop you. But if he hurts you, I reserve the right to torture him first."
I grin at Harry, hugging him impulsively (he was sitting next to me so I didn't have to get up) "Thanks Harry." I knew he'd understand.
Now all I have to do is figure out if all Draco wants is a physical relationship, or if he wants more.
On the ninth day of Christmas my true love gave to me, nine pipers piping.
You know, I just realised that my storyline is not exactly following the path of the song...this chapter has absolutely nothing to do with pipers...or music at all really. shrugs oh well...I hope you liked it...I'm sorry for the late update and all.
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