The last chapter was a tiny bit of a cliffhanger, and this chapter is short anyways, so i decided to toss it up here. I think I'm pretty much going to get this all up in the air at once.
Which is actually a bad idea, since I'm sure the only reason anyone is reading is because I've been near the top on 'just in' and the 'newly updated' pages.
But still... I just want to get this over with, and no one likes it anyways. :(
I apologize for the somewhat emo ending to this chapter.
I can't believe the little twerp got in here!
How!?
Draco lay on her floor, scowling but helpless, as Hermione tapped her foot impatiently, waiting for him to speak.
Hermione had decided that when Malfoy didn't speak, and didn't seem able to walk, that the fool must have done something to himself. Hermione levitated him to her room, eager to find the reason for why Malfoy would be in her library.
Ginny shifted uncomfortably. "Uhh, I think I'll go check in with Zeus…" She sprinted from the room, eager to escape their conflicting auras and shut the door behind her, leaving the scowling couple alone.
Hermione narrowed her eyes at him. "Well?"
Draco looked taken aback. "Well what? I'm waiting for you to explain!"
Hermione scoffed in disbelief. "Explain what, precisely?"
"How the heck you have a door to my library!"
Hermione dropped her crossed arms. "Excuse me? What the heck are you talking about, your library? The last time I checked I had been the one to make the library so that I could escape from you!"
Draco scowled. "I made that library the day we got here… and just like you I've got a door that leads right into it, right from my room! I don't appreciate a door to your filth attached to it!"
"Look you prissy bitch, I don't appreciate a stinking Malfoy snooping through my things!"
"I would never want to! Aren't you listening, Muddy? I just explained to you that you're filthy! All I want to know is why you have a door leading to my dormitories!"
"Aren't you listening? I just said that I made that library. And all I want to know is how disillusioned you are to think that you could even lead to something of my creation!"
Draco slammed his fist against the floor, ending their droning spat.
"If you'll get me my wand from down there then I'll show you myself how disillusioned I am!"
Hermione narrowed her eyes, crossed her arms, and did not move.
Draco sighed softly and looked at the ceiling, suddenly exhausted. "I don't care if you believe me or if you'll even bother to get my wand, but could you please just fix my ankle so I can leave your room and never return?"
Hermione's look softened a bit, and her arms dropped.
"What did you do to it?" she asked quietly as she padded towards him.
"I sprained it… why else would I still have been splayed out on the stairs, hiding from you? I'm not that low, to have to hide from you."
"Maybe, but you still did. And from what you're saying, you're suggesting that if your ankle hadn't been busted you would've run like a coward instead."
Hermione smirked and Draco scowled at the ceiling.
Hermione healed it quickly, a powerful sedative for the pain.
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Ginny had found Zeus dazing off on the couch in the common room.
Tip-toeing softly up to him, she waved his hand in front of his face and giggled as he jumped ungracefully.
"Ginerva, I did not notice you! How foolish of me…"
Ginny rolled her eyes and Zeus smirked charismatically.
"I heard that we're supposed to give you a tour today…"
Zeus waved it away. "Oh, that droll thing. You speak of it like some menial task, it is not required of you… although I would love your company, I don't believe my companions are very… amicable."
Ginny giggled again but suddenly thought about what was probably going on in the room she just departed. "Got that right." She muttered darkly.
Zeus smiled at her and stood, holding his arm out to her. "Come. We shall gather them and get this over with. If you would please accompany me…"
Zeus' eyes turned very soft and Ginny melted towards him, smiling, blushing, and looking away all at once as she held onto his arm.
Zeus grinned, and they headed towards the room where the two must be quarrelling.
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"Ooooh…. Hermione thank…. You…."
Zeus and Ginny stopped short as they heard the moan emanating from the Head Girl's room, so obviously intimate, passionate, one of ultimate physical pleasure.
Shooting their flying eyebrows at one another, they wondered if this was a scene they would really want to interrupt, for their own sake.
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"Oooh Hermione…"
Hermione blushed scarlet as she roughed through her business.
Pausing, she ran her finger across the smooth surface, finally memorizing the image and pulling away.
"Noo, no let it stay…" Draco moaned hysterically.
"Draco I will not have you delirious on my bedroom floor because I overpowered your sedative! People get in trouble for these kinds of things!"
Draco writhed slightly, a bland smile still on his face, staring at the ceiling, not even glancing at her.
"Stupid Muggles, why on Earth would this be illegal?"
Hermione blushed deeper and ran her finger through her spellbook again, her finger running across the smooth paper, not answering him.
Glancing at Draco, Hermione swished her wand and his smile stopped at once.
Sitting up immediately, Draco glared at her.
"Don't ever do that to me again."
Hermione blinked again. The cold hard stare he gave her was pure hatred… it wasn't like Hermione made him say the things he did! All she did was take away his stupid pain, and he sure as hell enjoyed it! And here he is acting like he hadn't begged her to leave the sedative for just a moment more.
With another swish and a returning glare from Hermione, his ankle was healed and he stood up.
"Stupid Mudblood can't even cast a proper sedative."
"Excuse me? You didn't seem to mind just a moment ago!"
"Yeah well a moment ago I wasn't-"
Draco stopped short, as if he realized what he was about to say, and glared at her, this time… it was colder. Not malicious in any sort, just weren't what, Malfoy. Tell me why you're so different when you're not dealing with the pain. Tell me, what is it that keeps you in pain. Is it what keeps you acting like a prick? Are you covering up your pain, Malfoy? …why should your pain cause a change in your character?
Are you protecting yourself from further pain?
Hermione rolled her eyes at his glare. "This is futile, Malfoy, just leave my room."
Why do you act so different when you're not in pain?