The Beginning of Mission Impossible
Blaise apparated to Draco's apartment early the next morning. Excessively early, five a.m. early.
Draco was pretty grumpy when he was shaken awake by Blaise. It was five bloody a.m., he'd only fallen asleep an hour before. He'd been up all night preparing potions and things that they'd take on the journey.
Hermione had pretty much taken all his comfortable t-shirts and shorts, so he'd slept in his black silk boxers.
Naturally, he'd woken up with a boner. Draco was too sleepy to notice the direction that Blaise's gaze was taking.
Blaise gulped. What the fuck was wrong with him? He shouldn't be checking his male friend out. It was too fucked up.
His male best friend who was in love with his fuck-buddy.
Just thinking about it gave Blaise a headache. He turned to the matter he'd gone t Draco's house for.
"Draco, we need to leave soon." Draco's eyes widened incredulously as he asked, "Why?"
"Because we need to go wake Hermione up, and that will probably take an hour and a half." Draco looked at his best friend to see whether he was serious or not.
Shit, Blaise was damned serious. "An hour and a half?!" He asked, angry without knowing why. "What the fuck for?"
Draco knew why he was angry. He was jealous that Blaise knew something that intimate about Hermione and that he didn't.
He wondered if he imagined the smug note in Blaise's voice as he said, "Well, she slept pretty late yesterday, we all did. And Hermione's generally a bloody heavy sleeper. When she slept over, I'd try all these methods to get her up in the morning, to no avail. It's a hopeless case. I want to be at Hogwarts by midday, so we'd better start early."
Draco was not pleased with the ridiculous logic behind this, also, how bad could Hermione be? He bet that she'd be up in something like ten minutes, which was still a bloody long time.
Draco noticed that Blaise was wearing pink sweatpants and no shirt. He chuckled at the chosen attire of his best friend.
"What the hell, Blaise? Pink?" Draco was full on laughing. Blaise rolled his eyes, "Hermione took all my clothes. OK? This is actually hers; she left it in my apartment about a year ago. I had to make it seven sizes bigger, but at least I'm not going to be showing up to her house in nothing but boxers."
Draco grinned wickedly and said, "I really don't mind. But I'm still going to kick her ass. She should have planned ahead and left me some clothes." Blaise nodded and said, "Let's get to her house. We need to start waking her up now."
Draco rolled his eyes, sure that his best friend was exaggerating. Blaise was about to turn on his heel and apparate when Draco grabbed him.
"I don't know where her house is, remember?" He told Draco. Blaise couldn't help a tiny smile. He grabbed his best friend's upper arm and apparated them to Hermione's bedroom.
Draco was so disoriented that he knocked over a glass that was on the floor. It broke and Draco quickly repaired is with his wand. He looked at Hermione's bed, and saw that it was unmade but that she wasn't sleeping in it.
"She could be in the living room." Blaise murmured, walking out the door. Draco decided that he quite liked Hermione's room, even though it was painted gold and crimson.
Her room had a lovely, welcoming feel. Pictures lined her walls. He grinned as he saw Hermione with friends, most of whom he recognized. She was always so happy, so bubbly, so smiling.
He probably didn't deserve her. But he wanted her, and he was sure that he'd take care of her. That was the end of his conscience needling him.
Draco's gaze flickered onto her bedside table, where books were piled precariously. Piles of books were piled on every available surface, even the floor counted as a surface. He was sure there were thousands of books in her room alone.
Draco saw something lying on her bed. It was a magical picture of her; she hadn't been looking when it was taken. She'd been laughing and her hair was all in her face. Her lips were a lush red colour; her eyes had been on something that he couldn't see.
She was on a green meadow, with brooms on the ground behind her.
She looked so beautiful that Draco couldn't help tucking the picture into his pocket. There was something written on the back that caught his eye.
It read:
Mione,
I can't tell you how much I miss you and your amazing company. We're having a pretty crappy time here, training for the Quidditch World Cup.
Here's the picture that you hate so much. I don't know what you hate about it; I think you look beautiful in it. Not that you don't always look beautiful- you most certainly do. .
Me and Viktor have finally started dating and I can't thank you enough for setting me up with him.
I love you to death, you gorgeous witch.
Hugs and kisses, Ron
Draco smiled as he read this.
He couldn't take it. He made a magical copy and tucked that safely into his pocket. He walked out to join Blaise.
Blaise was in the kitchen making coffee. "Why haven't you woken Hermione up yet?" Draco asked.
Blaise sighed before he replied. "Because it's bloody impossible. I tried and I simply can't do it. I'm thinking about sticking ice into her pants." Draco rolled his eyes. "Blaise, stop being such a sissy, it can't be that bad."
Blaise waved in the direction of the couch. "You try, mate, it isn't the easiest thing in the world."
Draco sighed and went to wake her up. She was asleep on her stomach, with the duvet covering everything but her head.
"Hey, Draco!" Blaise called out. "I need to warn you that… erm… she usually sleeps pretty much in the nude. But tonight she actually has panties on"
Draco swallowed and walked to Blaise. "What do I do?" He asked the shorter wizard. Blaise shrugged, "I've got no idea, Drake, but we really need to start waking her up soon."
Draco didn't want to see an almost naked Hermione in the morning. He'd be too horny all day, and they had work to do.
He hated himself for what he said next, "Blaise… why don't you wake her up? You've seen her naked more times."
Blaise shook his head. "I have exactly the same reasoning that you do. If I see her now, I'll be too distracted all day, you can do it. You're the one she's crushing on." Draco felt his stomach flip illogically at this.
Draco nodded uncertainly and went over to where she was sleeping. He gently prodded her on the head.
Blaise, who had been watching, snorted. "Draco, I actually bit her on the ass once. She didn't stir."
Draco groaned. He pulled the covers down a little, so just her upper back was exposed. "Wake up, Hermione." He said loudly, into her ear. He glanced at Blaise, who was leaving to the bathroom. "I need to take a shower," He called over his shoulder.
Draco looked at the girl who was sleeping so soundly in front of him. He sighed as he considered his options.
Maybe, just maybe, he'd have to see her naked again. Draco grinned at this though, life wasn't too bad.
Author's note:
Hello, all!
I'm sorry I ended this kind of abruptly, but it's one a.m. here and I need to be up early tomorrow.
I'll put up 'The rest of Mission Impossible" tomorrow or after at the very latest.
Until then, please tell me what you think!
I really am craving some reviews. I'm stooping to begging here. ;)
Love, Breathtaking x