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"I said, take off the damn spell!" she said demandingly and Draco smirked. He shrugged.
"In a minute." Hermione was up off the floor in a split second and came bounding toward him. Draco barely had time to let out a 'finite incantrum' before she pounced on him, knocking him back onto the cold dungeon stone.
Hermione was straddling him, teeth gritted and eyes narrowed.
"I swear to god, Malfoy, if you don't take off this spell right now..." she warned, growling, and Draco almost looked scared.
"I-I did!" he said disbelievingly, not sure what the hell was going on. Hermione's face dropped.
"You did?" she asked in a disbelieving, but normal tone and Draco nodded. "Then why do I still..." she cut herself off. "Oh."
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CHAPTER THIRTEEN: All About Plastic Skin
Hermione just stared for a moment, taking inventory of her feelings. It certainly didn't FEEL like he'd taken the spell off... but he had. She could see it; he wasn't lying. Then, with a sigh, Hermione rolled off the Slytherin and onto the floor beside him. Draco just stared for a moment. What the hell just happened?
"What time is it?" she asked a little sourly, angry with herself for acting so stupid, and Draco frowned, thinking it was because of him. With a small sigh, he looked at his watch.
"Quarter after eight. That's just perfect. The door won't open until ten, so we're stuck in here... and now you're mad at me. This is bloody brilliant," he mumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. Hermione looked slightly confused and propped herself up on one elbow.
"Who said I was mad at you?" she asked and Draco couldn't help but be shocked. Did that mean she wasn't? Why the hell not? She certainly had grounds to be.
"I'll admit I assumed it," he started. "You're not?"
"No, of course not. I can take a joke, Draco. I'm not that dull," she said, smiling and Draco smiled too. He didn't WANT her to be mad at him... especially not when he had to spend the next hour and a half with her.
"Okay... that was unexpected. You sure you don't want to rethink that decision? I'll most definitely understand." Hermione laughed.
"Don't push it, or I just might," she said with a smile and Draco let out a breath.
"Sorry." Hermione just shrugged.
"Well, we're done, we have our plans for tomorrow, and we have our wands back... well, YOU have our wands back. What do you want to do now?" Draco shrugged.
"I could name a few things, but I'm pretty sure you won't go for them," he said, then raised his eyebrows suggestively. Hermione laughed and playfully smacked him. "What?" She shook her head. Hermione paused a moment, then lifted her hips and placed herself a little closer. Surprised, Draco said nothing, but moved the arm closest to her out straight as Hermione continued. Once her bottom half was comfortable, she moved more, until her breasts pressed against his side.
Now Draco wasn't even able to breathe. Hermione continued, resting her head on his shoulder and placing a hand on his chest. On instinct, Draco wrapped his arm around her shoulders and Hermione smiled, bending a leg and resting it over his. She'd forgotten how wonderful his embrace was... although she'd only been in it maybe two times before.
"Hermione? Are you okay?" She smiled.
"Right now, yes. I'm fine... amazing concept, really. I'd forgotten how it feels to be able to say that and actually mean it." Draco didn't have a reply to that, so he remained silent for a few moments, taking account of the situation. Hermione Granger, a.k.a. Guilly, was contentedly wrapped in his arms... of her own free will. It surprised him, but he was able to admit that he'd been wishing for this ever since she'd left his bed that morning.
"Hey, could you do me a favor?"
"As long as I don't have to move..."
"Wouldn't dream of it." Hermione smiled and moved against him a little.
"What then?"
"Never. EVER. Dye my hair purple again." She laughed.
"Sorry. I thought it was rather attractive, actually."
"Of course you did," he said sarcastically and Hermione smiled. She gave a little shrug.
"Fine. Don't believe me." Hermione ran her hand up onto his chest. Draco smiled; she should do that more often. She paused for a moment, then let out a deep sigh. "Mm..." she moaned involuntarily, but cut herself off, hoping he hadn't noticed. Of course, Draco did notice... but he didn't say anything, simply smirked and slid the hand on the floor closer to Hermione's.
She'd been holding her breath while she waited for him to speak, but when he didn't Hermione opened her eyes. Seeing his repositioned hand, she lifted her head slightly to get a better look.
"I may sound like a total dolt as I say this, but you must have the most attractive hands I've ever seen in my life." Draco raised his eyebrows and she turned to him, then laughed. "That sounded even worse than I thought it would..." With a smile, Draco raised his hand to validate this statement.
"You really think so?" She smirked.
"Most definitely."
"Well, no one's ever told me that before, that's for sure," he laughed and she shrugged.
"I notice things most people wouldn't," Hermione explained quietly, resting her head back down again. When Draco gave up on trying to find a good quality about his evidently wonderful hands, he let it fall back to his chest, and Hermione came in for the kill. She slid her hand across and pried her fingers under his. It didn't take long for Draco to comply and slide his hand over hers, then up her arm a bit before moving back down. She shivered. Those hands really were godly.
There was no more speaking for a while. Draco and Hermione just lay on the floor together, neither noticing the cold of the stone beneath them. Periodically, he would move his fingers across her skin, on both her arm and shoulder, just to get a reaction from her. She'd squirm every time. And every time, she'd push herself closer until he stopped. Draco never wanted to stop.
Then, long after Hermione had closed her eyes and curled into him, Draco turned his head and took a deep breath, inhaling the sweet lemon scent. Even deluded with the mucky water he'd thrown at her, she smelled wonderful. Caught up in the sensations and not thinking clearly, Draco buried his face gently into her hair. He didn't notice Hermione move her head the smallest amount, startled slightly.
Draco moved so that his lips were nearly touching her ear, then slowly slid his tongue from his mouth, letting the tip lightly caress its crest. Hermione shuddered again and Draco realized what he was doing, then stopped immediately. Damn him all to hell. He'd done it again. No way would she let him off the hook a second time. It was impossible. He pulled back and took a breath to breathe an apology, but Hermione persistently pushed herself toward him.
"Draco... are you sure you took off that spell?" she whispered and Draco opened his mouth slightly. What was that supposed to mean?
"I-I... err..." He didn't know what to say. Hermione didn't care. She turned her head up, only a few inches from his, and pushed herself higher with the hand on his chest. She gingerly met his lips, and Draco lifted his head, allowing her to sweep him into it.
The first kiss was quite gentle and Draco and Hermione were barely out of breath as they parted. He attempted to speak, but his breath caught and he threw the idea away. Hermione too had other plans. She joined their lips again, a little firmer this time, and led Draco into a very involved kiss. She felt him push her gently, suggesting that she roll on to her back, but then held his arm tight around her, rendering her unable to do so. Had her lips not been preoccupied, Hermione would have smiled. He was nervous. How adorable.
It was quite a boost of confidence, really. She, Mudblood Granger, could make Draco Malfoy nervous with a few simple kisses. Her mind changed quickly. When she'd been under the spell, Hermione could deny that she felt anything toward him... but now that the curse was gone, there was nothing to blame what she was feeling at that moment on. There was a burning in every of her nerves, but as his hands moved across her skin, each nerve turned to ice... an amazing sensation. It was then that Hermione knew; she wanted Draco. She wanted him terribly... and the slight dampness in her loins wasn't providing contradiction.
In one swift and hard move, Hermione pushed Draco flat on his back, lips still connected, and swung a leg over him. Now positioned as she had been when they'd originally fallen, Hermione began her work. She pressed herself on top of him, letting her hands roam across his chest and over his shoulders. Draco, following her example, moves his hands up and down her sides, and over her back, taking in every curve. Hermione shuttered repeatedly. She already wanted to moan. It wasn't until they were forced to break away for air that the caresses ceased momentarily.
Draco stayed silent, hands resting at her hips, too surprised to say anything. Hermione took a few short breaths, then calmed herself and smiled, moving to continue. She came back with tiny kisses across his jawbone, then let her lips brush down his neck before, with one last tiny kiss, she stopped and moved back up again. Draco was the one breathing irregularly now. As she spoke, Hermione began to unbutton his shirt.
"Please... share with me these things that you could name, but I evidently won't go for..." she said with a subtle air of seductiveness and Draco closed his eyes as her lips touched the bare skin over his right shoulder blade.
"I just might have been wrong about that," he admitted and Hermione laughed slightly before stopping to capture his lips.
Just then, the doorknob rattled.
Hermione jumped off the Slytherin with a small shriek, staring wide-eyed at the door. Draco sat up, equally startled and afraid, as well as more than a tad disappointed. It wasn't ten seconds later that Snape burst through the door.
"Ah, just as I thought," he drawled and Hermione's heart dropped. He'd caught them... this couldn't be good. "Don't look so surprised. You think I'd actually trust you to do as I asked and follow the rules like responsible adults with out checking up on you? Think again." She sighed; he hadn't even noticed. Snape was staring at them, and out of the corner of her eye, Hermione saw the sponge and toothbrushes still working diligently. With an inconspicuous flip of her hair, she sent them the stop signal, and they dropped dead. That was close. On the plus side, they'd cleaned up the mess made by the water fight.
Snape shot his eyes to the closet, which had closed once their wands were released, and glared at the instruments on the floor. Then, he looked to his desk. No wands. Again, the potions master glared at the students.
"Have you not even started yet? Thought you'd just wait out the three hours, no harm done? I thought you were smarter than that." Snape shook his arm, letting his wand slide down into his hand, then pointed toward the wall and gave it a flick, causing the door to open once more. "Get to work!" he bellowed, then turned to sit at his desk.
"Um, Professor?" Hermione said, not looking at him, but at the floor below her.
"Yes Miss Granger," he said distractedly and Hermione shifted a bit, then swallowed.
"We... we already cleaned the closet." Snape stopped what he'd been doing abruptly and looked up. Sure enough, the closet was spotless, and the papers gone.
"How... how did you..." he started in disbelief, then looked almost angry. "You must have cheated! It's barely been two hours!"
"We most certainly did not, Professor. How could we have? We had to bind our wands to the desk in order to even find out about the closet, so there was no way we could have used them. And it's clean; we've done our job. Now we're just waiting to leave," Draco spoke up; noticing that Hermione flinched each time Snape stressed a syllable. The potions master narrowed his eyes.
"Very well. Clean up those supplies and you may leave, but don't think I won't be watching you," he spat, picked up his pile of papers, and headed for the door. However, Snape paused before leaving. "And fix your collar, Mr. Malfoy. You look like a Weasley." Draco glared. That was one hardcore insult. Once Snape was out of the room, Hermione burst into hyperventilation. Draco looked to her, a little worried.
"Whoa, you okay?" Hermione didn't answer for a moment, but made an effort to slow her breathing, then nodded. "What's wrong; you didn't act like that earlier... you were right up in his face when you..."
"Did the stupidest damn thing I've ever done in my entire life, which includes befriending Harry and Ron, turning myself into a cat, and eating that fudge," she said shakily, hugging herself.
"What are you talking about? That was..."
"I've just had the most terrifying experience I'll ever encountered in my entire life." Now he was just confused.
"Alright, you need to calm down. It wasn't that bad, he didn't even know we were..."
"Draco, for those two minutes that he was in this room, I was... insanely attracted to Snape," she shuddered. "This is what I get for messing with pheromones. I've never wanted not to breathe so badly in my entire life... I really need a shower." Hermione shuddered again, then stood and brushed herself off. Using her ring, she did as Snape had asked and put away their cleaning materials. She started toward the door, but then turned, realizing Draco wasn't following her. He was still sitting on the floor, shirt almost half unbuttoned, an expression of utter disgust on his face. "Coming?" Draco snapped out of it and ran her question through his mind again. Then he smirked.
"To the shower?" Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Um, no... maybe later. I meant to the loft." He smiled and stood himself.
"I know, I know. Take a rain check?"
"Sure," she said sarcastically, then started out the door. With a shrug, Draco followed.
~*~*~*~
Once upstairs, Hermione walked straight across the room and into the bathroom.
"And I am not coming out until I'm clean again," she said before slamming the door. Draco laughed and plopped down beside Eglamour on the couch.
"I'm telling you Eg; she's a weird one." Eglamour began to purr, signaling that he agreed. The two stayed there for a while, not doing much of anything, listening to the hush of the shower. Draco sighed. "Come on, I want to show you something," he said to Eglamour and stood, moving toward his room. The tiny black kitten seemed happy to follow.
It was over an hour later that the shower finally turned off. Draco looked up, almost startled, but shrugged it off and turned his eyes back to the task at hand. He was in his room with Eglamour, still playing show and tell. That is, until Hermione quite loudly burst through the door.
This time, Draco was startled. He looked her up and down, then swallowed.
"Yes?" She was standing before him in one of her black towels, which was barely wide enough to hide everything she didn't want seen. Hermione didn't particularly look happy. She held out her hand.
"Wand."
"Oh, right. Sorry," he piped up and pulled her wand from his pocket, then handed it to her. Hermione smiled and pointed it to herself.
"Rinfreschio," she said, paused a moment, then scowled. "Ah, I give up!"
"What? You were in the shower for years, aren't you clean yet?" She shook her head.
"I've decided. One can never be cleansed of Snape." He laughed slightly.
"Right..."
"You don't know, you weren't there! Well, you were, but you didn't feel it..." she shook her head violently. "It was worse than your spell..." Draco looked surprised.
"Really?" She nodded.
"Ohhhh yeah... plus it was SNAPE, Draco. Not you, not Harry or Ron... Ah! I would have gladly accepted Neville over this!" She moved her fingers through her hair. "I can NOT go to breakfast tomorrow. There's no way in hell I can live through that again."
"You have to, Hermione... or your plans will be for nothing. Think of it as pain for pleasure," he insisted. Draco knew this was very important to her... he didn't want her to have to give it all up because she was human. "Isn't there some spell or something so you won't be attracted to the pheromones?" Hermione looked up.
"Maybe..."
"Well, there you go," Draco said as if he'd solved all their problems, then turned back to the task at hand.
"What are you doing?" He looked up again.
"We," he said, gesturing to himself and Eglamour. "Are looking at some pictures from home. I thought Eg might like to see Atrolynn." Hermione raised an eyebrow and Draco held out a picture.
"Aw, she's adorable..." Hermione said, smiling at the photograph. It was of another black kitten, but, unlike Eglamour, she had a red tip at the end of her tail and bright blue eyes. Eglamour was completely black and had green eyes, but otherwise they looked very interchangeable.
"Of course you think so; she looks just like Eglamour." Hermione smiled and placed the picture back in its spot in front of her kitten.
"That's probably why he likes you, you know," she said with a smirk. Draco didn't look up.
"Who?"
"Eglamour." Now his eyes met her face.
"What are you talking about?"
"Atrolynn is why Eglamour likes you. You probably smelled like her that first day, and then you were nice, so he saw no reason to not make friends. He usually hates guys... even my dad. I was wondering about that, actually... but this makes sense."
"I do NOT smell like a cat." She laughed and rolled her eyes.
"Well of course you don't; NOW. But, assuming you said goodbye before leaving, you did the day we came back. And Eglamour noticed." Draco seemed to contemplate this for a moment, but decided he wouldn't allow himself to believe he'd smelled like a cat and shook his head.
"Whatever, Hermione." She smiled.
"I'm surprised. You didn't call me Granger... AND you were annoyed with me. This is monumental; let me mark it in my diary," she said and Draco rolled his eyes.
"What was I supposed to say after you got all pissy about it?" She frowned slightly.
"Touched, really," Hermione said sarcastically and Draco shrugged, turning the page in his photo album. She sighed. Guilt trip unsuccessful... next lesson; forget about it. "Mind if I join you? I'm curious." Draco looked up again.
"Uh... sure," he said a tad nervously, the ever persistent 'SHE'S PRACTICALLY NAKED!' running repeatedly though his mind. Hermione smiled and climbed up onto the bed, criss-crossing her legs without thinking. Draco couldn't help but catch a glimpse of something... red? So she wasn't naked under that towel. He exhaled slightly. "Aren't you going to..." he started, doing his best to gesture at her clothing. Hermione looked down. Oh shit. She'd forgotten all about that. What to do, what to do... best not to alert him to her foul up, she decided, put on a pout and looked back to him. She shrugged.
"Okay... if that's what you want," she said, purposely sounding somewhat disappointed, and flicked her wand, instantly dressed in baggy black jeans and an oversized black sweatshirt. After a brief mental cursing, Draco spoke.
"Do you enjoy wearing men's clothing?" She shrugged.
"It's comfortable. You try wearing a mini shirt and spandex tube top for an entire day and THEN lecture me about wearing men's clothing."
"Pass."
"Good, then we're agreed. Anyway... want to tell me who these gorgeous peoples are?" she asked, turning the album slightly to get a better look. Draco shook his head.
"Sure. My Mum and Dad obviously, then this is Mrs. and Mr. Whize, their daughters Clara and Fristy, and the baby, Lucifer," he explained, pointing first to a picture of his parents on some sort of formal occasion, then to a picture of a family of house elves, all wearing identical green Slytherin sweatshirts and standing in front of a large Christmas tree. "They don't work for us anymore; in fact it was that day that we let them off duty, by giving them those sweaters, but they still live with us... like an extended family. Sometimes Mrs. Whize will do something and Mum'll try to pay her, but she always freaks out and runs back to their quarters. They're nice, though. Except when Fristy wants to go shopping... then I'd rather poke out my eyes than be within a hundred feet of them."
Hermione smiled.
"Who's that?" she asked, pointing to a boy who looked much like Draco, but with blunt features and darker blonde hair. Draco smiled.
"Osric; my cousin. He spends every third summer with us, I think just to get away from his parents, but he says it's for my mum." Hermione gave a slight nod.
"And her?" she asked, pointing to a girl who was standing somewhat near Osric, and was looking curiously at him, but they didn't seem to be much more than acquaintances. Draco frowned slightly, then made it into a half smile.
"My ex; Celia," he said, his voice sounding slightly sad. Hermione looked up.
"I'm sorry. What happened?" she asked gently and Draco sighed a bit, looking down at the picture.
"Osric happened," he said and Hermione winced. That must have stung... your cousin gets your girl...
"Ouch. I hate it when that happens"
"Tell me about it," he said and moved back, leaning against the headboard. "Got a story to tell?" Hermione shrugged.
"Depends on if you want to hear it... it's not very interesting." He shrugged.
"Better than homework."
"Which I really should be doing...."
"Oh come on Mione, you've got me interested now," he said, almost pleadingly and Hermione smiled.
"I think it was... the summer before last. Yeah, people were still talking to me then..." she said, making herself comfortable against one of the posts at the end of the bed. "My boyfriend," she held up her hands and quoted his name. " 'Froth' more formally known as Alchensor Maurice the second, and I had been dating long distance, behind the backs of Harry and Ron I might add, for almost two years. Then I go home for the summer and his older, and much hotter, brother Lance, makes a pass at me. Normally, I would have manipulated this in a way more suitable, but I was really... really stupid back then... and I told Froth. I hadn't seen him that angry since his dad wrecked his car... long story, unneeded information.
"Anyway, Froth like jumps Lance the next time he sees him, and I just stand there watching. I really hadn't them to beat the shit out of each other for me. I mean... I'm me; it's not like I'm... okay, I was going to fill in the name of a hott Hogwarts girl here, but I've come up blank... it was like there suddenly was no female population. Well, you know what I mean.
"So, being my stupid self, I try and break them up, and I use that painfully over used line 'I'm not worth fighting for.' They did stop... but then they just kind of started at me. Then Lance says 'She's right' and Froth kind of glares and he says 'Yeah, screw her' and they just leave. So, although in a way, my boyfriend dumped me for his brother. I'm beginning to think I got out of that relationship just in time. Can't trust those muggles," she said, telling the story as if she'd seen it happen to someone else and not to herself, with no emotion other than a 'can you believe that?' tone. Draco looked slightly taken aback.
"Rough." She shrugged.
"I guess it was sort of my fault... I DID point out the fact that they were wrestling sharks for Roseanne Arnold... what should I have expected them to do? Disagree?" Draco looked appalled.
"You are a thousand times better than Roseanne Arnold, Hermione. Seriously." She smiled.
"A compliment? How... sweet."
"I told you once; I am a total bastard. Bastards do not give compliments. I was insulting Roseanne."
"Hey!" she said, and would have kicked him had she control over her feet. "You could have just said 'Don't get used to it' or even 'I did not; you're delusional'... you didn't have to go insulting me." Draco shrugged.
"As you said, I did compliment you. Had to balance it out somehow." Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Whatever; all you blondes are the same. Your logic only makes sense to others of your kind," she said, shaking her head slightly.
"Hey, at least I have a kind. What are you?"
"I'm nothing. That's a kind." He shrugged and Hermione picked up a piece of her hair. "Think I should dye it again? I could be a bottle blonde, like Pansy... would you like that?" she asked, attempting to sound as much like the detested Slytherin as she possibly could.
"I am not hearing this. That did not happen."
"Of course it did," she said, pushing herself onto her hands and knees, then crawling slowly and seductively toward him. "Come on... Drakey." She held in a laugh. "Tell me all about what's bothering you." Hermione stopped her advance when her face was mere inches from his, then folded an arm over his chest and rested her chin on it. Draco smiled.
"Well, there's this one girl..." he started and Hermione smiled.
"Mm?"
"And she's very pretty..." Hermione's smile widened. "With a intellect, and curves, and perfect everything...there's just one problem."
"And what's that?"
"She's not interested. What should I do?" Hermione smirked, moved closer, lips almost touching his, then pulled back quickly. She placed a finger to her chin.
"Hm... what to do, what to do..." Draco looked both surprised and severely disappointed. It was one thing if she was forced to pull away, but when she did so of her own free will, it was a big blow to his confidence. "My suggestion would be... to be nice, for one thing. I'm the only one who sees much of that out of you. For two... ditch the Slytherin. Although they make you look even better when they stand behind you, the fact that you hang out with them isn't exactly flattering." She leaned in close again. "And I might suggest you, you know, drop a hint here and there... do some flirting... everybody likes that stuff." He smiled now; she was just playing with him. Not wanting to be upstaged, he played back.
"Thanks, I'll try that," Draco said, then moved his head forward, meaning to touch their lips, but Hermione was prepared and pulled back again.
"Oh, look at the time... I should go to bed; we have a big revenge to play out tomorrow... and I have to get up early to make that potion," she said, sliding back down the bed. Draco looked almost horrified. He didn't want to play anymore.
"Hermione," he said and she smirked smugly as she stood.
"Yes?" Something about that look on her face made Draco change his mind slightly about the surrender. He still wanted her to stay... but he certainly didn't want to beg.
"No reason to be leaving, if sleep is what you want. Plenty of room here," he said, glancing to the open space beside him, occupied only by the photo album, which he promptly pushed onto the floor. Hermione smiled.
"Gee, I don't know. Remember what happened the last time?" Draco's smile dropped. He sure as hell wouldn't do that again... ever. While he was busy envisioning himself with some random woman twenty years from now, attempting to explain why he refused to feel her up before ten a.m., Hermione made her way toward the door. "'Night Drakey." Draco looked up.
"Wait, Her-" but she'd already left. He scowled. Screw the game; he wanted the girl.
A/N: Yeah, I know, a little weird, a little filler, a little god knows what. At least they're making out a little now... god, all that chastity was killing me.
PRF: Good morning children! I am the PRF fairy! Here I go, sprinkling fairy dust here an there.... ::poof:: you have a PRF! I'm a freak... who loves Tom Felton's hands!
KittyKat589: No, she totally hates his guts... lol
Tainted Black: Lol, Wet and wild... that was awesome... that would SO have been the chapter title, had I been as creative as you... and thought of it... lol. I like the rings too... they should prove useful.
Ezmerelda: Just a bit distracting, yes... lol. But when it hits you like a truck, it hits you like a truck.
Tom*Feltons*Babe: They had detention for not turning in their homework, although they did... stupid Gryffindor. Anyway... yeah, Hermione's quite naughty, but Draco's the one who did the spell in the first place! *FIC*
FiliatheRyuuzoku: Can Ron have a non-dumb moment? Lol. Poor Harry and Ron, they just can't get any privacy.... wait, I didn't mean it like that... lol
Kat-tak: I like black cats... hehe.
Julz: Will do!
Sleepy-kitty: I am so damn jealous. Do you know what today is? Yes, it's Friday. Do you know what I'm doing? While you're probably out on another date with your hottie, but dim, friend Tom? Yes. I'm updating my fanfic. I swear I am the lamest person in the expanse of the galactic mail order box number 343253234256434225323 (Earth).
Cytosine: Yeah... I don't really LIKE Linkin Park. Some of it is okay... but I much prefer Saliva, or Trapt.... ooo or Taproot.
Erilyn Rose: Realize she does, and she does a good job with it too if I do say so myself. As promised, no mushiness. Flirting, yes, but no mushiness. And yes, Harry and Ron are complete ignoramuses.
Silver Dragon Goddess: It DID I SWEAR! I'm just REALLY unlucky.... :o( And the chapter's late once again, I know, and, although I could think of a good many, I'm not making any excuses. I like tranquilizer guns too.
Little Witch: Lol... maybe Draco won't notice. Ha!
Dark_Dragon: Thanx, and thanx for reading
Girl-Named-Belle: Okay, think about this. Can the word 'asinine' really be associated with anyone.... good? No. So no need to be sad. You've just picked a bad word is all. My favorite word is regardless. You can use it in every sentence you ever say. 'Regardless of the weather, I'm going to the mall.' 'Regardless of whether you want to go to the mall or not, you're going to clean your room.' 'Fine, but regardless, I'm going.' Lol.
Jade-Snake: You can attack him if you must, but you'll have to GET THROUGH ME FIRST! ER!
Mickey: Thanx. Sure, here ya go... lol
MoshiMoshiQueen: Agreed. Lol. We'll see... Next chapter we'll find out if these tricks will work... or blow up horribly in their faces... we'll see.
Freaky Chick: Agreed. Lol. Thanx for reading.
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"I said, take off the damn spell!" she said demandingly and Draco smirked. He shrugged.
"In a minute." Hermione was up off the floor in a split second and came bounding toward him. Draco barely had time to let out a 'finite incantrum' before she pounced on him, knocking him back onto the cold dungeon stone.
Hermione was straddling him, teeth gritted and eyes narrowed.
"I swear to god, Malfoy, if you don't take off this spell right now..." she warned, growling, and Draco almost looked scared.
"I-I did!" he said disbelievingly, not sure what the hell was going on. Hermione's face dropped.
"You did?" she asked in a disbelieving, but normal tone and Draco nodded. "Then why do I still..." she cut herself off. "Oh."
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CHAPTER THIRTEEN: All About Plastic Skin
Hermione just stared for a moment, taking inventory of her feelings. It certainly didn't FEEL like he'd taken the spell off... but he had. She could see it; he wasn't lying. Then, with a sigh, Hermione rolled off the Slytherin and onto the floor beside him. Draco just stared for a moment. What the hell just happened?
"What time is it?" she asked a little sourly, angry with herself for acting so stupid, and Draco frowned, thinking it was because of him. With a small sigh, he looked at his watch.
"Quarter after eight. That's just perfect. The door won't open until ten, so we're stuck in here... and now you're mad at me. This is bloody brilliant," he mumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. Hermione looked slightly confused and propped herself up on one elbow.
"Who said I was mad at you?" she asked and Draco couldn't help but be shocked. Did that mean she wasn't? Why the hell not? She certainly had grounds to be.
"I'll admit I assumed it," he started. "You're not?"
"No, of course not. I can take a joke, Draco. I'm not that dull," she said, smiling and Draco smiled too. He didn't WANT her to be mad at him... especially not when he had to spend the next hour and a half with her.
"Okay... that was unexpected. You sure you don't want to rethink that decision? I'll most definitely understand." Hermione laughed.
"Don't push it, or I just might," she said with a smile and Draco let out a breath.
"Sorry." Hermione just shrugged.
"Well, we're done, we have our plans for tomorrow, and we have our wands back... well, YOU have our wands back. What do you want to do now?" Draco shrugged.
"I could name a few things, but I'm pretty sure you won't go for them," he said, then raised his eyebrows suggestively. Hermione laughed and playfully smacked him. "What?" She shook her head. Hermione paused a moment, then lifted her hips and placed herself a little closer. Surprised, Draco said nothing, but moved the arm closest to her out straight as Hermione continued. Once her bottom half was comfortable, she moved more, until her breasts pressed against his side.
Now Draco wasn't even able to breathe. Hermione continued, resting her head on his shoulder and placing a hand on his chest. On instinct, Draco wrapped his arm around her shoulders and Hermione smiled, bending a leg and resting it over his. She'd forgotten how wonderful his embrace was... although she'd only been in it maybe two times before.
"Hermione? Are you okay?" She smiled.
"Right now, yes. I'm fine... amazing concept, really. I'd forgotten how it feels to be able to say that and actually mean it." Draco didn't have a reply to that, so he remained silent for a few moments, taking account of the situation. Hermione Granger, a.k.a. Guilly, was contentedly wrapped in his arms... of her own free will. It surprised him, but he was able to admit that he'd been wishing for this ever since she'd left his bed that morning.
"Hey, could you do me a favor?"
"As long as I don't have to move..."
"Wouldn't dream of it." Hermione smiled and moved against him a little.
"What then?"
"Never. EVER. Dye my hair purple again." She laughed.
"Sorry. I thought it was rather attractive, actually."
"Of course you did," he said sarcastically and Hermione smiled. She gave a little shrug.
"Fine. Don't believe me." Hermione ran her hand up onto his chest. Draco smiled; she should do that more often. She paused for a moment, then let out a deep sigh. "Mm..." she moaned involuntarily, but cut herself off, hoping he hadn't noticed. Of course, Draco did notice... but he didn't say anything, simply smirked and slid the hand on the floor closer to Hermione's.
She'd been holding her breath while she waited for him to speak, but when he didn't Hermione opened her eyes. Seeing his repositioned hand, she lifted her head slightly to get a better look.
"I may sound like a total dolt as I say this, but you must have the most attractive hands I've ever seen in my life." Draco raised his eyebrows and she turned to him, then laughed. "That sounded even worse than I thought it would..." With a smile, Draco raised his hand to validate this statement.
"You really think so?" She smirked.
"Most definitely."
"Well, no one's ever told me that before, that's for sure," he laughed and she shrugged.
"I notice things most people wouldn't," Hermione explained quietly, resting her head back down again. When Draco gave up on trying to find a good quality about his evidently wonderful hands, he let it fall back to his chest, and Hermione came in for the kill. She slid her hand across and pried her fingers under his. It didn't take long for Draco to comply and slide his hand over hers, then up her arm a bit before moving back down. She shivered. Those hands really were godly.
There was no more speaking for a while. Draco and Hermione just lay on the floor together, neither noticing the cold of the stone beneath them. Periodically, he would move his fingers across her skin, on both her arm and shoulder, just to get a reaction from her. She'd squirm every time. And every time, she'd push herself closer until he stopped. Draco never wanted to stop.
Then, long after Hermione had closed her eyes and curled into him, Draco turned his head and took a deep breath, inhaling the sweet lemon scent. Even deluded with the mucky water he'd thrown at her, she smelled wonderful. Caught up in the sensations and not thinking clearly, Draco buried his face gently into her hair. He didn't notice Hermione move her head the smallest amount, startled slightly.
Draco moved so that his lips were nearly touching her ear, then slowly slid his tongue from his mouth, letting the tip lightly caress its crest. Hermione shuddered again and Draco realized what he was doing, then stopped immediately. Damn him all to hell. He'd done it again. No way would she let him off the hook a second time. It was impossible. He pulled back and took a breath to breathe an apology, but Hermione persistently pushed herself toward him.
"Draco... are you sure you took off that spell?" she whispered and Draco opened his mouth slightly. What was that supposed to mean?
"I-I... err..." He didn't know what to say. Hermione didn't care. She turned her head up, only a few inches from his, and pushed herself higher with the hand on his chest. She gingerly met his lips, and Draco lifted his head, allowing her to sweep him into it.
The first kiss was quite gentle and Draco and Hermione were barely out of breath as they parted. He attempted to speak, but his breath caught and he threw the idea away. Hermione too had other plans. She joined their lips again, a little firmer this time, and led Draco into a very involved kiss. She felt him push her gently, suggesting that she roll on to her back, but then held his arm tight around her, rendering her unable to do so. Had her lips not been preoccupied, Hermione would have smiled. He was nervous. How adorable.
It was quite a boost of confidence, really. She, Mudblood Granger, could make Draco Malfoy nervous with a few simple kisses. Her mind changed quickly. When she'd been under the spell, Hermione could deny that she felt anything toward him... but now that the curse was gone, there was nothing to blame what she was feeling at that moment on. There was a burning in every of her nerves, but as his hands moved across her skin, each nerve turned to ice... an amazing sensation. It was then that Hermione knew; she wanted Draco. She wanted him terribly... and the slight dampness in her loins wasn't providing contradiction.
In one swift and hard move, Hermione pushed Draco flat on his back, lips still connected, and swung a leg over him. Now positioned as she had been when they'd originally fallen, Hermione began her work. She pressed herself on top of him, letting her hands roam across his chest and over his shoulders. Draco, following her example, moves his hands up and down her sides, and over her back, taking in every curve. Hermione shuttered repeatedly. She already wanted to moan. It wasn't until they were forced to break away for air that the caresses ceased momentarily.
Draco stayed silent, hands resting at her hips, too surprised to say anything. Hermione took a few short breaths, then calmed herself and smiled, moving to continue. She came back with tiny kisses across his jawbone, then let her lips brush down his neck before, with one last tiny kiss, she stopped and moved back up again. Draco was the one breathing irregularly now. As she spoke, Hermione began to unbutton his shirt.
"Please... share with me these things that you could name, but I evidently won't go for..." she said with a subtle air of seductiveness and Draco closed his eyes as her lips touched the bare skin over his right shoulder blade.
"I just might have been wrong about that," he admitted and Hermione laughed slightly before stopping to capture his lips.
Just then, the doorknob rattled.
Hermione jumped off the Slytherin with a small shriek, staring wide-eyed at the door. Draco sat up, equally startled and afraid, as well as more than a tad disappointed. It wasn't ten seconds later that Snape burst through the door.
"Ah, just as I thought," he drawled and Hermione's heart dropped. He'd caught them... this couldn't be good. "Don't look so surprised. You think I'd actually trust you to do as I asked and follow the rules like responsible adults with out checking up on you? Think again." She sighed; he hadn't even noticed. Snape was staring at them, and out of the corner of her eye, Hermione saw the sponge and toothbrushes still working diligently. With an inconspicuous flip of her hair, she sent them the stop signal, and they dropped dead. That was close. On the plus side, they'd cleaned up the mess made by the water fight.
Snape shot his eyes to the closet, which had closed once their wands were released, and glared at the instruments on the floor. Then, he looked to his desk. No wands. Again, the potions master glared at the students.
"Have you not even started yet? Thought you'd just wait out the three hours, no harm done? I thought you were smarter than that." Snape shook his arm, letting his wand slide down into his hand, then pointed toward the wall and gave it a flick, causing the door to open once more. "Get to work!" he bellowed, then turned to sit at his desk.
"Um, Professor?" Hermione said, not looking at him, but at the floor below her.
"Yes Miss Granger," he said distractedly and Hermione shifted a bit, then swallowed.
"We... we already cleaned the closet." Snape stopped what he'd been doing abruptly and looked up. Sure enough, the closet was spotless, and the papers gone.
"How... how did you..." he started in disbelief, then looked almost angry. "You must have cheated! It's barely been two hours!"
"We most certainly did not, Professor. How could we have? We had to bind our wands to the desk in order to even find out about the closet, so there was no way we could have used them. And it's clean; we've done our job. Now we're just waiting to leave," Draco spoke up; noticing that Hermione flinched each time Snape stressed a syllable. The potions master narrowed his eyes.
"Very well. Clean up those supplies and you may leave, but don't think I won't be watching you," he spat, picked up his pile of papers, and headed for the door. However, Snape paused before leaving. "And fix your collar, Mr. Malfoy. You look like a Weasley." Draco glared. That was one hardcore insult. Once Snape was out of the room, Hermione burst into hyperventilation. Draco looked to her, a little worried.
"Whoa, you okay?" Hermione didn't answer for a moment, but made an effort to slow her breathing, then nodded. "What's wrong; you didn't act like that earlier... you were right up in his face when you..."
"Did the stupidest damn thing I've ever done in my entire life, which includes befriending Harry and Ron, turning myself into a cat, and eating that fudge," she said shakily, hugging herself.
"What are you talking about? That was..."
"I've just had the most terrifying experience I'll ever encountered in my entire life." Now he was just confused.
"Alright, you need to calm down. It wasn't that bad, he didn't even know we were..."
"Draco, for those two minutes that he was in this room, I was... insanely attracted to Snape," she shuddered. "This is what I get for messing with pheromones. I've never wanted not to breathe so badly in my entire life... I really need a shower." Hermione shuddered again, then stood and brushed herself off. Using her ring, she did as Snape had asked and put away their cleaning materials. She started toward the door, but then turned, realizing Draco wasn't following her. He was still sitting on the floor, shirt almost half unbuttoned, an expression of utter disgust on his face. "Coming?" Draco snapped out of it and ran her question through his mind again. Then he smirked.
"To the shower?" Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Um, no... maybe later. I meant to the loft." He smiled and stood himself.
"I know, I know. Take a rain check?"
"Sure," she said sarcastically, then started out the door. With a shrug, Draco followed.
~*~*~*~
Once upstairs, Hermione walked straight across the room and into the bathroom.
"And I am not coming out until I'm clean again," she said before slamming the door. Draco laughed and plopped down beside Eglamour on the couch.
"I'm telling you Eg; she's a weird one." Eglamour began to purr, signaling that he agreed. The two stayed there for a while, not doing much of anything, listening to the hush of the shower. Draco sighed. "Come on, I want to show you something," he said to Eglamour and stood, moving toward his room. The tiny black kitten seemed happy to follow.
It was over an hour later that the shower finally turned off. Draco looked up, almost startled, but shrugged it off and turned his eyes back to the task at hand. He was in his room with Eglamour, still playing show and tell. That is, until Hermione quite loudly burst through the door.
This time, Draco was startled. He looked her up and down, then swallowed.
"Yes?" She was standing before him in one of her black towels, which was barely wide enough to hide everything she didn't want seen. Hermione didn't particularly look happy. She held out her hand.
"Wand."
"Oh, right. Sorry," he piped up and pulled her wand from his pocket, then handed it to her. Hermione smiled and pointed it to herself.
"Rinfreschio," she said, paused a moment, then scowled. "Ah, I give up!"
"What? You were in the shower for years, aren't you clean yet?" She shook her head.
"I've decided. One can never be cleansed of Snape." He laughed slightly.
"Right..."
"You don't know, you weren't there! Well, you were, but you didn't feel it..." she shook her head violently. "It was worse than your spell..." Draco looked surprised.
"Really?" She nodded.
"Ohhhh yeah... plus it was SNAPE, Draco. Not you, not Harry or Ron... Ah! I would have gladly accepted Neville over this!" She moved her fingers through her hair. "I can NOT go to breakfast tomorrow. There's no way in hell I can live through that again."
"You have to, Hermione... or your plans will be for nothing. Think of it as pain for pleasure," he insisted. Draco knew this was very important to her... he didn't want her to have to give it all up because she was human. "Isn't there some spell or something so you won't be attracted to the pheromones?" Hermione looked up.
"Maybe..."
"Well, there you go," Draco said as if he'd solved all their problems, then turned back to the task at hand.
"What are you doing?" He looked up again.
"We," he said, gesturing to himself and Eglamour. "Are looking at some pictures from home. I thought Eg might like to see Atrolynn." Hermione raised an eyebrow and Draco held out a picture.
"Aw, she's adorable..." Hermione said, smiling at the photograph. It was of another black kitten, but, unlike Eglamour, she had a red tip at the end of her tail and bright blue eyes. Eglamour was completely black and had green eyes, but otherwise they looked very interchangeable.
"Of course you think so; she looks just like Eglamour." Hermione smiled and placed the picture back in its spot in front of her kitten.
"That's probably why he likes you, you know," she said with a smirk. Draco didn't look up.
"Who?"
"Eglamour." Now his eyes met her face.
"What are you talking about?"
"Atrolynn is why Eglamour likes you. You probably smelled like her that first day, and then you were nice, so he saw no reason to not make friends. He usually hates guys... even my dad. I was wondering about that, actually... but this makes sense."
"I do NOT smell like a cat." She laughed and rolled her eyes.
"Well of course you don't; NOW. But, assuming you said goodbye before leaving, you did the day we came back. And Eglamour noticed." Draco seemed to contemplate this for a moment, but decided he wouldn't allow himself to believe he'd smelled like a cat and shook his head.
"Whatever, Hermione." She smiled.
"I'm surprised. You didn't call me Granger... AND you were annoyed with me. This is monumental; let me mark it in my diary," she said and Draco rolled his eyes.
"What was I supposed to say after you got all pissy about it?" She frowned slightly.
"Touched, really," Hermione said sarcastically and Draco shrugged, turning the page in his photo album. She sighed. Guilt trip unsuccessful... next lesson; forget about it. "Mind if I join you? I'm curious." Draco looked up again.
"Uh... sure," he said a tad nervously, the ever persistent 'SHE'S PRACTICALLY NAKED!' running repeatedly though his mind. Hermione smiled and climbed up onto the bed, criss-crossing her legs without thinking. Draco couldn't help but catch a glimpse of something... red? So she wasn't naked under that towel. He exhaled slightly. "Aren't you going to..." he started, doing his best to gesture at her clothing. Hermione looked down. Oh shit. She'd forgotten all about that. What to do, what to do... best not to alert him to her foul up, she decided, put on a pout and looked back to him. She shrugged.
"Okay... if that's what you want," she said, purposely sounding somewhat disappointed, and flicked her wand, instantly dressed in baggy black jeans and an oversized black sweatshirt. After a brief mental cursing, Draco spoke.
"Do you enjoy wearing men's clothing?" She shrugged.
"It's comfortable. You try wearing a mini shirt and spandex tube top for an entire day and THEN lecture me about wearing men's clothing."
"Pass."
"Good, then we're agreed. Anyway... want to tell me who these gorgeous peoples are?" she asked, turning the album slightly to get a better look. Draco shook his head.
"Sure. My Mum and Dad obviously, then this is Mrs. and Mr. Whize, their daughters Clara and Fristy, and the baby, Lucifer," he explained, pointing first to a picture of his parents on some sort of formal occasion, then to a picture of a family of house elves, all wearing identical green Slytherin sweatshirts and standing in front of a large Christmas tree. "They don't work for us anymore; in fact it was that day that we let them off duty, by giving them those sweaters, but they still live with us... like an extended family. Sometimes Mrs. Whize will do something and Mum'll try to pay her, but she always freaks out and runs back to their quarters. They're nice, though. Except when Fristy wants to go shopping... then I'd rather poke out my eyes than be within a hundred feet of them."
Hermione smiled.
"Who's that?" she asked, pointing to a boy who looked much like Draco, but with blunt features and darker blonde hair. Draco smiled.
"Osric; my cousin. He spends every third summer with us, I think just to get away from his parents, but he says it's for my mum." Hermione gave a slight nod.
"And her?" she asked, pointing to a girl who was standing somewhat near Osric, and was looking curiously at him, but they didn't seem to be much more than acquaintances. Draco frowned slightly, then made it into a half smile.
"My ex; Celia," he said, his voice sounding slightly sad. Hermione looked up.
"I'm sorry. What happened?" she asked gently and Draco sighed a bit, looking down at the picture.
"Osric happened," he said and Hermione winced. That must have stung... your cousin gets your girl...
"Ouch. I hate it when that happens"
"Tell me about it," he said and moved back, leaning against the headboard. "Got a story to tell?" Hermione shrugged.
"Depends on if you want to hear it... it's not very interesting." He shrugged.
"Better than homework."
"Which I really should be doing...."
"Oh come on Mione, you've got me interested now," he said, almost pleadingly and Hermione smiled.
"I think it was... the summer before last. Yeah, people were still talking to me then..." she said, making herself comfortable against one of the posts at the end of the bed. "My boyfriend," she held up her hands and quoted his name. " 'Froth' more formally known as Alchensor Maurice the second, and I had been dating long distance, behind the backs of Harry and Ron I might add, for almost two years. Then I go home for the summer and his older, and much hotter, brother Lance, makes a pass at me. Normally, I would have manipulated this in a way more suitable, but I was really... really stupid back then... and I told Froth. I hadn't seen him that angry since his dad wrecked his car... long story, unneeded information.
"Anyway, Froth like jumps Lance the next time he sees him, and I just stand there watching. I really hadn't them to beat the shit out of each other for me. I mean... I'm me; it's not like I'm... okay, I was going to fill in the name of a hott Hogwarts girl here, but I've come up blank... it was like there suddenly was no female population. Well, you know what I mean.
"So, being my stupid self, I try and break them up, and I use that painfully over used line 'I'm not worth fighting for.' They did stop... but then they just kind of started at me. Then Lance says 'She's right' and Froth kind of glares and he says 'Yeah, screw her' and they just leave. So, although in a way, my boyfriend dumped me for his brother. I'm beginning to think I got out of that relationship just in time. Can't trust those muggles," she said, telling the story as if she'd seen it happen to someone else and not to herself, with no emotion other than a 'can you believe that?' tone. Draco looked slightly taken aback.
"Rough." She shrugged.
"I guess it was sort of my fault... I DID point out the fact that they were wrestling sharks for Roseanne Arnold... what should I have expected them to do? Disagree?" Draco looked appalled.
"You are a thousand times better than Roseanne Arnold, Hermione. Seriously." She smiled.
"A compliment? How... sweet."
"I told you once; I am a total bastard. Bastards do not give compliments. I was insulting Roseanne."
"Hey!" she said, and would have kicked him had she control over her feet. "You could have just said 'Don't get used to it' or even 'I did not; you're delusional'... you didn't have to go insulting me." Draco shrugged.
"As you said, I did compliment you. Had to balance it out somehow." Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Whatever; all you blondes are the same. Your logic only makes sense to others of your kind," she said, shaking her head slightly.
"Hey, at least I have a kind. What are you?"
"I'm nothing. That's a kind." He shrugged and Hermione picked up a piece of her hair. "Think I should dye it again? I could be a bottle blonde, like Pansy... would you like that?" she asked, attempting to sound as much like the detested Slytherin as she possibly could.
"I am not hearing this. That did not happen."
"Of course it did," she said, pushing herself onto her hands and knees, then crawling slowly and seductively toward him. "Come on... Drakey." She held in a laugh. "Tell me all about what's bothering you." Hermione stopped her advance when her face was mere inches from his, then folded an arm over his chest and rested her chin on it. Draco smiled.
"Well, there's this one girl..." he started and Hermione smiled.
"Mm?"
"And she's very pretty..." Hermione's smile widened. "With a intellect, and curves, and perfect everything...there's just one problem."
"And what's that?"
"She's not interested. What should I do?" Hermione smirked, moved closer, lips almost touching his, then pulled back quickly. She placed a finger to her chin.
"Hm... what to do, what to do..." Draco looked both surprised and severely disappointed. It was one thing if she was forced to pull away, but when she did so of her own free will, it was a big blow to his confidence. "My suggestion would be... to be nice, for one thing. I'm the only one who sees much of that out of you. For two... ditch the Slytherin. Although they make you look even better when they stand behind you, the fact that you hang out with them isn't exactly flattering." She leaned in close again. "And I might suggest you, you know, drop a hint here and there... do some flirting... everybody likes that stuff." He smiled now; she was just playing with him. Not wanting to be upstaged, he played back.
"Thanks, I'll try that," Draco said, then moved his head forward, meaning to touch their lips, but Hermione was prepared and pulled back again.
"Oh, look at the time... I should go to bed; we have a big revenge to play out tomorrow... and I have to get up early to make that potion," she said, sliding back down the bed. Draco looked almost horrified. He didn't want to play anymore.
"Hermione," he said and she smirked smugly as she stood.
"Yes?" Something about that look on her face made Draco change his mind slightly about the surrender. He still wanted her to stay... but he certainly didn't want to beg.
"No reason to be leaving, if sleep is what you want. Plenty of room here," he said, glancing to the open space beside him, occupied only by the photo album, which he promptly pushed onto the floor. Hermione smiled.
"Gee, I don't know. Remember what happened the last time?" Draco's smile dropped. He sure as hell wouldn't do that again... ever. While he was busy envisioning himself with some random woman twenty years from now, attempting to explain why he refused to feel her up before ten a.m., Hermione made her way toward the door. "'Night Drakey." Draco looked up.
"Wait, Her-" but she'd already left. He scowled. Screw the game; he wanted the girl.
A/N: Yeah, I know, a little weird, a little filler, a little god knows what. At least they're making out a little now... god, all that chastity was killing me.
PRF: Good morning children! I am the PRF fairy! Here I go, sprinkling fairy dust here an there.... ::poof:: you have a PRF! I'm a freak... who loves Tom Felton's hands!
KittyKat589: No, she totally hates his guts... lol
Tainted Black: Lol, Wet and wild... that was awesome... that would SO have been the chapter title, had I been as creative as you... and thought of it... lol. I like the rings too... they should prove useful.
Ezmerelda: Just a bit distracting, yes... lol. But when it hits you like a truck, it hits you like a truck.
Tom*Feltons*Babe: They had detention for not turning in their homework, although they did... stupid Gryffindor. Anyway... yeah, Hermione's quite naughty, but Draco's the one who did the spell in the first place! *FIC*
FiliatheRyuuzoku: Can Ron have a non-dumb moment? Lol. Poor Harry and Ron, they just can't get any privacy.... wait, I didn't mean it like that... lol
Kat-tak: I like black cats... hehe.
Julz: Will do!
Sleepy-kitty: I am so damn jealous. Do you know what today is? Yes, it's Friday. Do you know what I'm doing? While you're probably out on another date with your hottie, but dim, friend Tom? Yes. I'm updating my fanfic. I swear I am the lamest person in the expanse of the galactic mail order box number 343253234256434225323 (Earth).
Cytosine: Yeah... I don't really LIKE Linkin Park. Some of it is okay... but I much prefer Saliva, or Trapt.... ooo or Taproot.
Erilyn Rose: Realize she does, and she does a good job with it too if I do say so myself. As promised, no mushiness. Flirting, yes, but no mushiness. And yes, Harry and Ron are complete ignoramuses.
Silver Dragon Goddess: It DID I SWEAR! I'm just REALLY unlucky.... :o( And the chapter's late once again, I know, and, although I could think of a good many, I'm not making any excuses. I like tranquilizer guns too.
Little Witch: Lol... maybe Draco won't notice. Ha!
Dark_Dragon: Thanx, and thanx for reading
Girl-Named-Belle: Okay, think about this. Can the word 'asinine' really be associated with anyone.... good? No. So no need to be sad. You've just picked a bad word is all. My favorite word is regardless. You can use it in every sentence you ever say. 'Regardless of the weather, I'm going to the mall.' 'Regardless of whether you want to go to the mall or not, you're going to clean your room.' 'Fine, but regardless, I'm going.' Lol.
Jade-Snake: You can attack him if you must, but you'll have to GET THROUGH ME FIRST! ER!
Mickey: Thanx. Sure, here ya go... lol
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