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"What's with the feather?" Hermione asked, attempting to sound calm. Draco didn't say anything, but shrugged, keeping his smirk. Hermione sat bolt upright. "You didn't..." He shrugged again. "But you promised!"
"I promised I wouldn't touch you, and I didn't," he said nonchalantly and Hermione's mouth dropped.
"You mean you did all... that," she took a breath, remembering. "Without touching me?" Draco nodded. "I think I just fell in love with you." Draco laughed. The tone she'd used suggested she didn't mean it seriously, but that was just fine with him. "But really, you swear?" she asked, moving over him so that she was very close to his face. Draco didn't move an inch.
"Yes I swear; I didn't lay a finger on you... nor anything else for that matter."
"Congratulations, you have officially earned my trust. Please... don't waste it." Before he could even analyze the look in her eyes, Hermione pushed herself forward and kissed him. Draco kissed back hard... he'd been wanting to do this all night... but he kept his hands to his side. Hermione seemed to remember his promise and broke away long enough to mumble, "You can touch me, you can touch me." Draco didn't need to be told a third time. He practically ravished her; letting his hands go wild under her thin shirt.
"Draco," she whispered. "As much as I'd like to...pay you back for last night... we've got work to do. Don't go back to sleep," she whispered, then rolled out of bed and stepped through the door to the bathroom, never looking back. Draco watched her go, missing the warmth of her body heat. Then, he smiled.
"Check mate."
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CHAPTER FIFTEEN: The Pizza Moon Song
When Draco dragged himself out to the mini-common room, Hermione was already there, leaning over a simmering cauldron. Just like the last time she'd slept beside him. This potion, however, was not to rid herself of his presence, and Draco smiled widely as he entered the mini-common room. He walked up behind her, coming very close, and Hermione smiled, but didn't acknowledge him.
"Hey," he said quietly and she turned to him slightly.
"Hey."
"What're you doing?" he asked, lips close to her ear.
"Making soup. What do you think I'm doing?" He smiled.
"Need help?"
"You could chop some celery."
"Seriously." Hermione leaned back into him slightly.
"No, I'm good," she said and dropped in the next ingredient. "It'll be done right on time. I'm going down around seven... I'll do breakfast first, then you can meet me in the potions room sometime between seven thirty and eight, and we'll do the glue. We have to be there before everybody else."
"Who said I wasn't coming with you to breakfast?" She smiled. "Would I miss the look on Snape's face? And Potter's? Honestly, Hermione. So, do you want me to do something?" Hermione thought for a moment, then shook her head.
"There really isn't much to do... it just takes a while. The potion's almost done, then it has to simmer for about forty-five minutes... and we already have the pheromone potion. Really all there is to do is wait... oh, and do those essays I didn't do last night. You could do that if you REALLY want to help," she said with a smirk and Draco smiled, resting his head on hers and reaching around to place a hand on her midriff. She smiled.
"As if. Sorry, love, but I do not do excessive homework for anyone."
"Even me?" she asked with a smirk and Draco smiled.
"Even you," he said and she pretended to pout, putting down her spoon and crossing her arms.
"Well see if I do anything for you again."
"Ha, as if I never do anything for you." Hermione smiled and pushed him a little. Draco laughed.
"I didn't ask for that, did I? In fact, some people might argue that I specifically asked not for it."
"So you DIDN'T want me to... oh! I see now! Don't worry... it'll never happen again," he said, moving to stand beside her and crossing his heart with an index finger. Hermione rolled her eyes and turned back to her potion. Draco smirked and swiftly moved in to kiss her neck a few times before heading back toward the bathroom. Hermione sighed and turned around.
"And you said I was a tease," she mumbled and Draco shrugged, taking note of her attire briefly before continuing to his shower. She was wearing low cut, black, baggy pants with that studded belt and a long black shirt with long sleeves that displayed her navel, showcased in a triangle of flesh at the front. She had in the same emerald studded ring as last night, and he was glad. That was his favorite of what'd he'd seen. Upon closer inspection, Draco noted that his initials, slightly faded from the shower, peeked out of her jeans and he smiled. That would be fun to explain... he wondered if she'd even noticed them. With a triple arch of his eyebrow, Draco swept into the bathroom, leaving Hermione to sigh and tend to her potion.
~*~*~*~
"Ready?"
"Why are you asking me? You're the one who's doing all the work." Hermione and Draco were standing outside the great hall, trying to look nonchalant. Hermione took a deep breath.
"Okay, let's go. Oh... this is going to be so worth it." Draco smirked and opened the door a tiny bit, then paused. He turned to Hermione and swept her into a pleasantly paced kiss. She looked quizzically at him when they broke apart.
"For luck," he said before spinning and entering the hall, moving directly to the Slytherin table, under the penetrating eyes of not only Harry and Ron, but also many of the Slytherin. "What?" he asked a glaring Pansy as he sat down across from her. Normally, he would have moved to the other end of the table, but today he needed to have a good view of two certain Gryffindor. She paused a moment.
"Do you love me, Draco?" He choked on his pumpkin juice.
"What?! No! Where the hell did you come up with that, Parkinson?!" he said, sounding quite disgusted, with a face to match. Pansy blinked and ignored him.
"I knew you did. Why do you do these things to me, Draco? I never did anything to deserve this," Pansy sounded calm and hurt, and Draco was just confused.
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"You know."
"If you don't tell me, I can't do shit to change it, can I?" Pansy pinched her lips together.
"Granger, Draco. What the fuck are you doing with Granger?" Draco was nervous for a split second, then pretended to be oblivious. He looked to one side, then the other.
"Are you alright?" he asked with fake concern. "Granger isn't here, Parkinson. As a matter of fact..." he craned his neck to look at the Gryffindor table. "I don't even think she's in the great hall. Here, maybe you should have some pumpkin juice... you'll feel better."
"NO!" cried Flint from a few chairs down the way. He got up so quickly he tripped on his own feet and landed face first on the floor just behind Draco's chair, pulling the tablecloth and most of the dishes with him... including the pumpkin juice. Draco smirked.
"Or not."
"Malfoy, I'm sick of your mind games! I know there's something between you and Granger, and, although I can't prove it, I'll find a way to make everyone believe me. You'll see. Your precious little secret friendships will earn you even lower moral. Prepare to suffer Malfoy. There is no tolerance for fraternization between Slytherin and Gryffindor, much less Slytherin and mudbloods. Gryffindor mudbloods... you can't get lower than that," said Pansy in a calm fury before she stood and exited the Great Hall. Draco watched her with slightly narrowed eyes, surprised at the tiny bubble of murderous anger in the back of his head. That was low...
But it got even lower. Hermione had finally mustered her courage and entered the hall... but it couldn't have been at a worse time. Pansy was just leaving... but she made a little pit stop... to slap Hermione across the face. Draco stood up, shocked and undoubtedly angry, but it didn't have the desired effect he'd wanted. Flint was still on the floor, and as Draco stood, his chair made hard contact with Flint's face. Angered, he pulled the prefect down to the floor, which looked quite comical from anyone else's point of view.
Draco quickly got to his feet again, planning on storming after Pansy, but she'd already left. Hermione was still standing near the doors, rubbing her face and laughing at him. Draco smiled and started toward her, but Flint pulled him down again and attempted to beat the living daylights out of him. Draco blocked all punches expertly. McGonagall and Dumbledore pulled Flint off moments later and Draco got up, unscathed. He let his gaze fall to the Gryffindor table as he sat down again. Hermione was laughing along with everyone else. She waved innocently and Draco shook his head. Then he frowned and pointed to his face. 'Sorry' he mouthed and Hermione shook her shoulders, then went back to pretending to listen to Ron as he recapped the Flint vs. Draco event, as if she hadn't been right there the whole time.
~
"Yes Ron, I know," she said irritably.
"And then Flint pulled him down, AGAIN..."
"I was right here, Ron, I saw the whole thing."
"And Malfoy was all scared... and then McGonagall..."
"Ron, shut up." Surprisingly, this comment came from Harry. Hermione looked just as surprised as Ron. "What? It's annoying." Ron was silent for a moment.
"Hermione, what's DM stand for?" he asked and she turned to look confusedly at him.
"What?" Ron pointed down, and Hermione followed his direction. Her overly large pants were exposing her slightly and she gasped, putting her hands to cover the area. "What the fuck do you think you're looking at, Weasley?"
"Hey, you looked up my robes."
"When the hell did I do that?"
"When you were a cat... don't you remember?" Ron looked confused.
"Oh, right... slight amnesia from all the bodily damage I guess. I remember that now. I thought I smelt a rat, now kindly... stop looking down my pants!"
"Only after you tell us what DM stands for," Harry said and Hermione turned to him sharply.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Harry pointed where Ron had. "Will you two stop undressing me with your eyes? It's fucking annoying!"
"Just look." Hermione, curious, looked down. Her eyes widened and she firmly pressed her hand over the newfound tattoo. "So? Whose initials?"
"What makes you think it's a person?" Harry looked angry at her dodging of his question and Hermione rolled her eyes. "It stands for Dean Martin." He looked confused. So did Ron. "Here, let me show you," Hermione said and pulled her wand from her sleeve then flicked it at Harry. Immediately, he began to sing in a deep voice with an Italian accent. After a moment, he stood and danced around the room, recruiting Ginny to be his partner.
~*~When the moon hits you eye like a big pizza pie
~*~That's amore
~*~When the world seems to shine like you've had too much wine
~*~That's amore
~*~Bells will ring ting-a-ling-a-ling, ting-a-ling-a-ling
~*~And you'll sing "Vita bella"
~*~Hearts will play tippy-tippy-tay, tippy-tippy-tay
~*~Like a gay tarantella.
The great hall went silent for a few seconds, then burst out laughing. Even Ron was laughing so hard tears were forming in his eyes. This was her chance. Hermione pulled out her vials and dumped them into Ron's keesh and Harry's pumpkin soufflé. They would die before not finishing those. When Harry's song ended, he returned to normal and, although blushing deeply and scowling, took his seat next to Hermione. She smiled satisfactorily.
"You could have just said that guy who sings the pizza moon song. No need to actually make an example," he grumbled and Hermione's smile increased. She looked to Draco, who'd obviously been laughing as well, and he blew her a kiss, making an exaggerated 'okay' sign with his hand. Hermione blushed slightly at her plate, but looking down reminded her of the mark. She looked back up and pointed toward it, giving him a 'what the fuck?' look. Draco smiled; so she hadn't noticed it before. He shrugged. Hermione shook her head and tightened her belt.
Just then, a warm tingle ran through her, and she started to panic. That's how it started last night... just a simple warm breeze, which she'd thought was caused by snogging with Draco, but then...
Snape burst through the great hall doors and everyone looked to him. The entire girl population started drooling. Draco had almost started his hysterics again, but Hermione couldn't enjoy it. She was looking at her plate and breathing erratically, squeezing the table.
"Hermione, you okay?" Harry asked, swallowing the last bite of his soufflé. Hermione made a face. His voice disgusted her... the potion was definitely working.
As if being pulled by an undistinguished force, as soon as Snape walked past, every girl stood from their seats and started to follow. Then those whom he hadn't passed yet approached him. Almost every girl in the great hall surrounded Snape. He looked scared out of his mind. Draco noticed that most of the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw seemed to be... dressed for the occasion. That is, if the occasion had been a strip show. Piecing it together, he realized they must have had potions after he did, meaning they'd been pre-warned. Those who hadn't, however, were not being left out. All the girls were charming their clothes to be just like those of their friends.
Harry and Ron looked at each other. Then Harry smiled.
"This is where we come in, my friend. Come, let us save our... teacher from such torture." Ron looked confused. "Let's go get some ass!"
"Oh! Right!" he said and they both stood up, moving into the crowd of girls.
"Oh, Professor Snape... you look very handsome this morning," said one of the girls as Snape tried to break away.
"Is that new aftershave?" asked another.
"What have you done to your hair? It's magnificent..." one girl practically moaned.
"I think I need a little help on last night's homework, Professor."
"Me too!" said almost every girl simultaneously.
As Harry and Ron approached, the girls moved, still crowding Snape, but keeping as far away from the two Gryffindor as possible. Ron looked a little confused, but didn't say as much.
"Lavvy?" he called to his girlfriend, who spun to face him.
"Oh, hey... Ron. Can we talk... later?" she asked, moving along with the other girls.
"Sure, just give me a little sugar," he said, puckering his lips and moving toward her. She practically screamed and kneed him in the stomach. Ron gasped and fell to his knees. Harry looked up.
"What the hell'd you do that for, Lavender?" he asked, kneeling beside his friend.
"Ew... I touched him..." Lavender whispered, then moved to the other side of the crowd.
"Ginny, what's going on?" Ginny flinched at the sound of her boyfriend's voice and pretended not to hear him, following Lavender. Harry turned slightly. "Hannah?"
"Ahh! Get away from me Potter!" she screeched as Harry grabbed her arm.
"But Hannah..." She pulled away harshly.
"It was a one time thing, Potter and it's never..." she looked him up and down. "NEVER going to happen again. Go screw Granger."
"But Hannah, I don't wanna! I want you!" She slapped him hard across the face.
"Okay, new plan," Ron wheezed from the floor. "We take Abbot's advice and go screw Granger. She seems to be the only one not fawning... Snape...wait, what the fuck is going on?"
Draco Malfoy almost literally passed out from lack of oxygen, caused by his hysterical laughter. He blindly made his way toward the Gryffindor table, which was nearly empty considering all the women were fawning the potions master and all the men were trying to get their women back. Snape was curled up in a ball on the floor, trembling with fear. The entire staff was in hysterics; no one was composed enough to do anything about the occurrence.
"Lord Mione, this is better than I thought it would be," he said plopping down next to her. Once a little more composed, Draco noticed she didn't seem to be having fun. She held her eyes closed and her legs tightly crossed, rocking back and forth while gripping the table. His mood changed quickly. "Hey, you okay?"
"No," she whispered, almost as if she were afraid to move anything. Draco looked worried.
"Come on, let's get out of here," he suggested, prying her death-grip from the table and pulling her to her feet. Hermione didn't open her eyes the entire time. Draco looked back once more to see Snape lying stiff on the ground, with McGonagall on top of him, her hair down from that oh-so-tight bun she always wore, smiling provocatively and inching her lips close. He didn't even laugh.
~*~*~*~
Hermione stepped out of the great hall and backed up against the wall, breathing hard. Draco was there in a moment to aid her.
"Calm down, it's okay..." he said, holding her face in his hand, but Hermione shook her head.
"No, it's not okay. I totally forgot about the spell... I-I wanted, I wanted to... ah, I can't even say it," she was breathing hard. "How the hell am I going to make it through potions, Draco?" He didn't say anything for a moment, then he smiled.
"I've got an idea; do you have anymore of that antidote?" She shakily shook her head and extracted a small bottle from her pocket. "Good. Wait here, I'll be right back." Draco took the potion from her and spun around, reentering the great hall.
~
Draco tried to make his way toward Snape, but the girls seemed to be getting in the way. As he looked around for some sort of help, his gaze landed on Harry and Ron. A smirk quickly spread across Draco's face.
"Potter," he acknowledged as he stepped close and Harry glared. Rolling his eyes, Draco grabbed a hold of Harry's sleeve and proceeded to push through the crowd. The girls parted like a hot knife through butter, not wanting to be anywhere near the head boy. Once close enough, Draco let go of his hostage and ran to Snape, force-feeding him the potion.
In seconds it was as if a curse had been lifted from the girls; they all stepped back, changing their clothes as they returned to breakfast and attempted to pretend nothing had happened. Once satisfied, Draco spun around and stood, meaning to return to Hermione, but something stood in his way. McGonagall.
She still had her hair down, and Draco had to admit she looked younger like that, but she was looking furious. Her cheeks were burning red and she had her arms crossed over her chest.
"Care to explain the meaning of this, Mr. Malfoy?" Draco looked at the empty vial in his hand, then put it behind his back with a cheesy grin.
"You know, Professor... I really have to get to class," he said inching around her. McGonagall glared.
"Oh no you don't," she said, grabbing his ear and tugging hard. The vial fell to the floor. "Come. NOW!" McGonagall pulled him toward the doors and Draco remembered Hermione. Oh shit! The glue... well, maybe she can do it alone... I don't want her to have to give it up because I got caught...
McGonagall pushed the doors open so hard, Hermione jumped back with a small scream.
"I'm sorry Miss Granger," she said shortly, then proceeded to pull Draco toward her office. Hermione looked shocked as she saw him. He waved and blew her a kiss, then let himself be led away. Once Hermione could move again, she followed, hiding behind suits of armor and around corners. McGonagall practically threw Draco into the Transfiguration room. "I think Professor Snape might like to have a word with you as well. Stay put, or you'll be in even more trouble," she said icily and closed the door, then stormed down the hall, charming her hair back up. Once out of sight, Hermione made her way into the Transfiguration room.
"Wow, that was fast," Draco said as he heard the door open, then turned around. "Hermione? What are you doing; you're supposed to be gluing chairs in Potions."
"What the hell did you do, Draco? Since when do you rat on... yourself?" she asked, crossing her arms.
"I didn't rat on anybody. I gave Snape the antidote so YOU wouldn't have to be abnormally hormonal through potions and McGonagall assumed it was I who gave him the original. So stop yelling at me," he said and Hermione opened her mouth but found nothing to say. She sighed.
"Sorry." Draco shrugged as he watched Hermione sit down. "You didn't have to do that... I could've just skipped class or something."
"That would've been stupid. Not to mention suspicious. This is fine, don't worry about it... oh, and I'm sorry about Parkinson." Now Hermione shrugged.
"I've been slapped before... never for anything remotely close to this, but nonetheless," she said, smiling and Draco smiled too.
"So, what was up with that Italian singing thing?" he asked and Hermione leaned back, narrowing her eyes slightly. She tugged down on the hem of her pants, exposing the tattoo.
"This is what that was about," she said accusingly, but Draco looked confused.
"...not making the connection." She sighed.
"They asked me who DM was! What was I supposed to say? 'Oh, it's my branding from the Dallas Morgue. I told them I died and they believed me'?"
"Actually, I expected something more along the lines of 'It's none of your damn business," Draco said with a smirk and Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Like they would've left it at that. I told them it stood for Dean Martin, then they asked me who that was, so I made Harry sing, which not only distracted them long enough to spike their food, but also made them forget about this. Care to explain why it's there in the first place?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. Draco shrugged.
"It was spur of the moment. Thought I'd leave you a little souvenir. Is it unappreciated?" Hermione seemed to think for a moment, sitting up and crossing her legs carelessly.
"No... I think it's kind of cute... but it would have been nice to have a warning. I could of thought up something better as an excuse... or just worn clothes that wouldn't expose it to everyone without realizing it. But other than that, no." Draco smiled.
"I can't believe this! My own student!? A member of MY house!? Just wait until I tell his father..." called the loud booming voice of Professor Severus Snape from down the hall. Draco winced slightly.
"I'd forgotten about that," he said to himself, then looked to Hermione. "You better go, or you'll get in trouble too."
"Fuck you, I'm staying right here. Think I'll just run away and let you take all the credit for that stunt, hm? Think again," Hermione said, mock angrily, crossing her arms. Draco smiled. She really was amazing.
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A/N: This fic, surprisingly or not, is almost over! It's going to be SOO much shorter than Flames... but that's okay, because this has a smaller plotline. Happy Reading.
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Heather: Oh, I know... yummy.
Lollylips3: Such suspense...wawawa...! lol
Sleepy-Kitty: yes, Twist is done. I'm not planning on making my essay any longer... plus they kill Romeo, so it's like, duh... what's the point of going on? ::tragic swoon:: You live in Poland? That's so cool! I didn't know that! I'm an American girl, myself. I know where Poland is... do you know where New York is? I bet you do! Lol. We have tests in my global studies class all the time on maps and stuff. I've got Europe down...it's my favorite continent... hehe. That would be so cool, but don't let your Tom hear you say that... or he'll upset his pretty self. Lol. Is he cute? As long as he's cute (even if it's not as cute as Felton) it's still worth it... hehe. I want a tom. The closest I have is a construction paper cut out of a boy with 'Tom' written across his green body. My Spanish teacher is a nutcase. She uses 'Tom' as a teaching aid... XoP
Cytosine: I didn't actually expect anyone to be offended by the last chapter. It wasn't THAT bad. They didn't even get naked... but I'm sorry if you didn't like it. I hope you enjoy this chapter more. And Nirvana's alright. I like that song... 'Smells like teen spirit'
Ezmerelda: Yes, you are correct, I did mean thigh. Thanks for pointing that one out... lol. I didn't even notice. And I agree. I hate it when people do smut, and its okay... but then they use a crude word and it kills the whole scene. And some is just plain bad. I don't know how many more of these scene's I'll do... I'm not really into the smut life... it just seemed like a nice touch here.
KittyKat589: ::blushes:: you think I'm brilliant? Hehe. And I LOVE that song! The Red Hot Chili Peppers one? Yeah! And you keep a mutterin; them Gryffindor can kiss my... *Insert creative word here to cause irony and make people laugh* ;o)
Silver Dragon Goddess: Smart? WE'RE FREAKING GENIUSES! Or is it geniui? Lol. I don't really like that line, but they were talking about 'playing the game' the whole chapter so I was like, lets stick a game playing metaphor in there... yep.
Dark_Dragon: Can I ask what your email was before, so I can change it? Thanx. I've read one or two... There's one called Skin on Skin that I like... and another one called Crystalline. Those have them friends from the beginning... (when they were little). I don't mind reading them, but I don't like to write them. I find it rather cliquey.
Little Witch: Oh yes... I'm not sure, but if you find a good wholesaler, give me his card ;o)
Tainted Black: Yes, I have to agree that ff.net is very unreliable. But it's not just you; we all live through that, sadly. And I also have to agree that some of the smut is B-A-D. There's some good ones, but a majority are like 'he rammed his hard cock in his wet pussy' and I'm just like. Ew, okay... stop, right now. I can't read this anymore... lol.
Erilyn Rose: Draco was a VERY good boy... Mommie like... lol. And don't be ashamed, we all like the fluff. ;o) And in the words of Guilly Granger "Rhyming; another thing that's beyond you." Lol.
Tom*Feltons*Babe: Lol, who? I'm sure I could think of some people...lol. And I wrote the chapter before I saw that movie, and I was like whoa... that is so weird! So I sort of got it from there, cause there was some stuff I changed around, but yeah...and Draco's a sweetie! Snape+Leather=Me+bucket
Jamie: I did the chapter, then saw the movie, but it DID inspire me to update! Lol.
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My neighbor's beating his wife Because he hates his life There's an arch to his fist as he swings Oh, man... what a beautiful thing...
If only this fic was a beautiful thing... unfortunately, it's rather dirty and pointless, lol.
Last time on LGG:
"What's with the feather?" Hermione asked, attempting to sound calm. Draco didn't say anything, but shrugged, keeping his smirk. Hermione sat bolt upright. "You didn't..." He shrugged again. "But you promised!"
"I promised I wouldn't touch you, and I didn't," he said nonchalantly and Hermione's mouth dropped.
"You mean you did all... that," she took a breath, remembering. "Without touching me?" Draco nodded. "I think I just fell in love with you." Draco laughed. The tone she'd used suggested she didn't mean it seriously, but that was just fine with him. "But really, you swear?" she asked, moving over him so that she was very close to his face. Draco didn't move an inch.
"Yes I swear; I didn't lay a finger on you... nor anything else for that matter."
"Congratulations, you have officially earned my trust. Please... don't waste it." Before he could even analyze the look in her eyes, Hermione pushed herself forward and kissed him. Draco kissed back hard... he'd been wanting to do this all night... but he kept his hands to his side. Hermione seemed to remember his promise and broke away long enough to mumble, "You can touch me, you can touch me." Draco didn't need to be told a third time. He practically ravished her; letting his hands go wild under her thin shirt.
"Draco," she whispered. "As much as I'd like to...pay you back for last night... we've got work to do. Don't go back to sleep," she whispered, then rolled out of bed and stepped through the door to the bathroom, never looking back. Draco watched her go, missing the warmth of her body heat. Then, he smiled.
"Check mate."
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CHAPTER FIFTEEN: The Pizza Moon Song
When Draco dragged himself out to the mini-common room, Hermione was already there, leaning over a simmering cauldron. Just like the last time she'd slept beside him. This potion, however, was not to rid herself of his presence, and Draco smiled widely as he entered the mini-common room. He walked up behind her, coming very close, and Hermione smiled, but didn't acknowledge him.
"Hey," he said quietly and she turned to him slightly.
"Hey."
"What're you doing?" he asked, lips close to her ear.
"Making soup. What do you think I'm doing?" He smiled.
"Need help?"
"You could chop some celery."
"Seriously." Hermione leaned back into him slightly.
"No, I'm good," she said and dropped in the next ingredient. "It'll be done right on time. I'm going down around seven... I'll do breakfast first, then you can meet me in the potions room sometime between seven thirty and eight, and we'll do the glue. We have to be there before everybody else."
"Who said I wasn't coming with you to breakfast?" She smiled. "Would I miss the look on Snape's face? And Potter's? Honestly, Hermione. So, do you want me to do something?" Hermione thought for a moment, then shook her head.
"There really isn't much to do... it just takes a while. The potion's almost done, then it has to simmer for about forty-five minutes... and we already have the pheromone potion. Really all there is to do is wait... oh, and do those essays I didn't do last night. You could do that if you REALLY want to help," she said with a smirk and Draco smiled, resting his head on hers and reaching around to place a hand on her midriff. She smiled.
"As if. Sorry, love, but I do not do excessive homework for anyone."
"Even me?" she asked with a smirk and Draco smiled.
"Even you," he said and she pretended to pout, putting down her spoon and crossing her arms.
"Well see if I do anything for you again."
"Ha, as if I never do anything for you." Hermione smiled and pushed him a little. Draco laughed.
"I didn't ask for that, did I? In fact, some people might argue that I specifically asked not for it."
"So you DIDN'T want me to... oh! I see now! Don't worry... it'll never happen again," he said, moving to stand beside her and crossing his heart with an index finger. Hermione rolled her eyes and turned back to her potion. Draco smirked and swiftly moved in to kiss her neck a few times before heading back toward the bathroom. Hermione sighed and turned around.
"And you said I was a tease," she mumbled and Draco shrugged, taking note of her attire briefly before continuing to his shower. She was wearing low cut, black, baggy pants with that studded belt and a long black shirt with long sleeves that displayed her navel, showcased in a triangle of flesh at the front. She had in the same emerald studded ring as last night, and he was glad. That was his favorite of what'd he'd seen. Upon closer inspection, Draco noted that his initials, slightly faded from the shower, peeked out of her jeans and he smiled. That would be fun to explain... he wondered if she'd even noticed them. With a triple arch of his eyebrow, Draco swept into the bathroom, leaving Hermione to sigh and tend to her potion.
~*~*~*~
"Ready?"
"Why are you asking me? You're the one who's doing all the work." Hermione and Draco were standing outside the great hall, trying to look nonchalant. Hermione took a deep breath.
"Okay, let's go. Oh... this is going to be so worth it." Draco smirked and opened the door a tiny bit, then paused. He turned to Hermione and swept her into a pleasantly paced kiss. She looked quizzically at him when they broke apart.
"For luck," he said before spinning and entering the hall, moving directly to the Slytherin table, under the penetrating eyes of not only Harry and Ron, but also many of the Slytherin. "What?" he asked a glaring Pansy as he sat down across from her. Normally, he would have moved to the other end of the table, but today he needed to have a good view of two certain Gryffindor. She paused a moment.
"Do you love me, Draco?" He choked on his pumpkin juice.
"What?! No! Where the hell did you come up with that, Parkinson?!" he said, sounding quite disgusted, with a face to match. Pansy blinked and ignored him.
"I knew you did. Why do you do these things to me, Draco? I never did anything to deserve this," Pansy sounded calm and hurt, and Draco was just confused.
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"You know."
"If you don't tell me, I can't do shit to change it, can I?" Pansy pinched her lips together.
"Granger, Draco. What the fuck are you doing with Granger?" Draco was nervous for a split second, then pretended to be oblivious. He looked to one side, then the other.
"Are you alright?" he asked with fake concern. "Granger isn't here, Parkinson. As a matter of fact..." he craned his neck to look at the Gryffindor table. "I don't even think she's in the great hall. Here, maybe you should have some pumpkin juice... you'll feel better."
"NO!" cried Flint from a few chairs down the way. He got up so quickly he tripped on his own feet and landed face first on the floor just behind Draco's chair, pulling the tablecloth and most of the dishes with him... including the pumpkin juice. Draco smirked.
"Or not."
"Malfoy, I'm sick of your mind games! I know there's something between you and Granger, and, although I can't prove it, I'll find a way to make everyone believe me. You'll see. Your precious little secret friendships will earn you even lower moral. Prepare to suffer Malfoy. There is no tolerance for fraternization between Slytherin and Gryffindor, much less Slytherin and mudbloods. Gryffindor mudbloods... you can't get lower than that," said Pansy in a calm fury before she stood and exited the Great Hall. Draco watched her with slightly narrowed eyes, surprised at the tiny bubble of murderous anger in the back of his head. That was low...
But it got even lower. Hermione had finally mustered her courage and entered the hall... but it couldn't have been at a worse time. Pansy was just leaving... but she made a little pit stop... to slap Hermione across the face. Draco stood up, shocked and undoubtedly angry, but it didn't have the desired effect he'd wanted. Flint was still on the floor, and as Draco stood, his chair made hard contact with Flint's face. Angered, he pulled the prefect down to the floor, which looked quite comical from anyone else's point of view.
Draco quickly got to his feet again, planning on storming after Pansy, but she'd already left. Hermione was still standing near the doors, rubbing her face and laughing at him. Draco smiled and started toward her, but Flint pulled him down again and attempted to beat the living daylights out of him. Draco blocked all punches expertly. McGonagall and Dumbledore pulled Flint off moments later and Draco got up, unscathed. He let his gaze fall to the Gryffindor table as he sat down again. Hermione was laughing along with everyone else. She waved innocently and Draco shook his head. Then he frowned and pointed to his face. 'Sorry' he mouthed and Hermione shook her shoulders, then went back to pretending to listen to Ron as he recapped the Flint vs. Draco event, as if she hadn't been right there the whole time.
~
"Yes Ron, I know," she said irritably.
"And then Flint pulled him down, AGAIN..."
"I was right here, Ron, I saw the whole thing."
"And Malfoy was all scared... and then McGonagall..."
"Ron, shut up." Surprisingly, this comment came from Harry. Hermione looked just as surprised as Ron. "What? It's annoying." Ron was silent for a moment.
"Hermione, what's DM stand for?" he asked and she turned to look confusedly at him.
"What?" Ron pointed down, and Hermione followed his direction. Her overly large pants were exposing her slightly and she gasped, putting her hands to cover the area. "What the fuck do you think you're looking at, Weasley?"
"Hey, you looked up my robes."
"When the hell did I do that?"
"When you were a cat... don't you remember?" Ron looked confused.
"Oh, right... slight amnesia from all the bodily damage I guess. I remember that now. I thought I smelt a rat, now kindly... stop looking down my pants!"
"Only after you tell us what DM stands for," Harry said and Hermione turned to him sharply.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Harry pointed where Ron had. "Will you two stop undressing me with your eyes? It's fucking annoying!"
"Just look." Hermione, curious, looked down. Her eyes widened and she firmly pressed her hand over the newfound tattoo. "So? Whose initials?"
"What makes you think it's a person?" Harry looked angry at her dodging of his question and Hermione rolled her eyes. "It stands for Dean Martin." He looked confused. So did Ron. "Here, let me show you," Hermione said and pulled her wand from her sleeve then flicked it at Harry. Immediately, he began to sing in a deep voice with an Italian accent. After a moment, he stood and danced around the room, recruiting Ginny to be his partner.
~*~When the moon hits you eye like a big pizza pie
~*~That's amore
~*~When the world seems to shine like you've had too much wine
~*~That's amore
~*~Bells will ring ting-a-ling-a-ling, ting-a-ling-a-ling
~*~And you'll sing "Vita bella"
~*~Hearts will play tippy-tippy-tay, tippy-tippy-tay
~*~Like a gay tarantella.
The great hall went silent for a few seconds, then burst out laughing. Even Ron was laughing so hard tears were forming in his eyes. This was her chance. Hermione pulled out her vials and dumped them into Ron's keesh and Harry's pumpkin soufflé. They would die before not finishing those. When Harry's song ended, he returned to normal and, although blushing deeply and scowling, took his seat next to Hermione. She smiled satisfactorily.
"You could have just said that guy who sings the pizza moon song. No need to actually make an example," he grumbled and Hermione's smile increased. She looked to Draco, who'd obviously been laughing as well, and he blew her a kiss, making an exaggerated 'okay' sign with his hand. Hermione blushed slightly at her plate, but looking down reminded her of the mark. She looked back up and pointed toward it, giving him a 'what the fuck?' look. Draco smiled; so she hadn't noticed it before. He shrugged. Hermione shook her head and tightened her belt.
Just then, a warm tingle ran through her, and she started to panic. That's how it started last night... just a simple warm breeze, which she'd thought was caused by snogging with Draco, but then...
Snape burst through the great hall doors and everyone looked to him. The entire girl population started drooling. Draco had almost started his hysterics again, but Hermione couldn't enjoy it. She was looking at her plate and breathing erratically, squeezing the table.
"Hermione, you okay?" Harry asked, swallowing the last bite of his soufflé. Hermione made a face. His voice disgusted her... the potion was definitely working.
As if being pulled by an undistinguished force, as soon as Snape walked past, every girl stood from their seats and started to follow. Then those whom he hadn't passed yet approached him. Almost every girl in the great hall surrounded Snape. He looked scared out of his mind. Draco noticed that most of the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw seemed to be... dressed for the occasion. That is, if the occasion had been a strip show. Piecing it together, he realized they must have had potions after he did, meaning they'd been pre-warned. Those who hadn't, however, were not being left out. All the girls were charming their clothes to be just like those of their friends.
Harry and Ron looked at each other. Then Harry smiled.
"This is where we come in, my friend. Come, let us save our... teacher from such torture." Ron looked confused. "Let's go get some ass!"
"Oh! Right!" he said and they both stood up, moving into the crowd of girls.
"Oh, Professor Snape... you look very handsome this morning," said one of the girls as Snape tried to break away.
"Is that new aftershave?" asked another.
"What have you done to your hair? It's magnificent..." one girl practically moaned.
"I think I need a little help on last night's homework, Professor."
"Me too!" said almost every girl simultaneously.
As Harry and Ron approached, the girls moved, still crowding Snape, but keeping as far away from the two Gryffindor as possible. Ron looked a little confused, but didn't say as much.
"Lavvy?" he called to his girlfriend, who spun to face him.
"Oh, hey... Ron. Can we talk... later?" she asked, moving along with the other girls.
"Sure, just give me a little sugar," he said, puckering his lips and moving toward her. She practically screamed and kneed him in the stomach. Ron gasped and fell to his knees. Harry looked up.
"What the hell'd you do that for, Lavender?" he asked, kneeling beside his friend.
"Ew... I touched him..." Lavender whispered, then moved to the other side of the crowd.
"Ginny, what's going on?" Ginny flinched at the sound of her boyfriend's voice and pretended not to hear him, following Lavender. Harry turned slightly. "Hannah?"
"Ahh! Get away from me Potter!" she screeched as Harry grabbed her arm.
"But Hannah..." She pulled away harshly.
"It was a one time thing, Potter and it's never..." she looked him up and down. "NEVER going to happen again. Go screw Granger."
"But Hannah, I don't wanna! I want you!" She slapped him hard across the face.
"Okay, new plan," Ron wheezed from the floor. "We take Abbot's advice and go screw Granger. She seems to be the only one not fawning... Snape...wait, what the fuck is going on?"
Draco Malfoy almost literally passed out from lack of oxygen, caused by his hysterical laughter. He blindly made his way toward the Gryffindor table, which was nearly empty considering all the women were fawning the potions master and all the men were trying to get their women back. Snape was curled up in a ball on the floor, trembling with fear. The entire staff was in hysterics; no one was composed enough to do anything about the occurrence.
"Lord Mione, this is better than I thought it would be," he said plopping down next to her. Once a little more composed, Draco noticed she didn't seem to be having fun. She held her eyes closed and her legs tightly crossed, rocking back and forth while gripping the table. His mood changed quickly. "Hey, you okay?"
"No," she whispered, almost as if she were afraid to move anything. Draco looked worried.
"Come on, let's get out of here," he suggested, prying her death-grip from the table and pulling her to her feet. Hermione didn't open her eyes the entire time. Draco looked back once more to see Snape lying stiff on the ground, with McGonagall on top of him, her hair down from that oh-so-tight bun she always wore, smiling provocatively and inching her lips close. He didn't even laugh.
~*~*~*~
Hermione stepped out of the great hall and backed up against the wall, breathing hard. Draco was there in a moment to aid her.
"Calm down, it's okay..." he said, holding her face in his hand, but Hermione shook her head.
"No, it's not okay. I totally forgot about the spell... I-I wanted, I wanted to... ah, I can't even say it," she was breathing hard. "How the hell am I going to make it through potions, Draco?" He didn't say anything for a moment, then he smiled.
"I've got an idea; do you have anymore of that antidote?" She shakily shook her head and extracted a small bottle from her pocket. "Good. Wait here, I'll be right back." Draco took the potion from her and spun around, reentering the great hall.
~
Draco tried to make his way toward Snape, but the girls seemed to be getting in the way. As he looked around for some sort of help, his gaze landed on Harry and Ron. A smirk quickly spread across Draco's face.
"Potter," he acknowledged as he stepped close and Harry glared. Rolling his eyes, Draco grabbed a hold of Harry's sleeve and proceeded to push through the crowd. The girls parted like a hot knife through butter, not wanting to be anywhere near the head boy. Once close enough, Draco let go of his hostage and ran to Snape, force-feeding him the potion.
In seconds it was as if a curse had been lifted from the girls; they all stepped back, changing their clothes as they returned to breakfast and attempted to pretend nothing had happened. Once satisfied, Draco spun around and stood, meaning to return to Hermione, but something stood in his way. McGonagall.
She still had her hair down, and Draco had to admit she looked younger like that, but she was looking furious. Her cheeks were burning red and she had her arms crossed over her chest.
"Care to explain the meaning of this, Mr. Malfoy?" Draco looked at the empty vial in his hand, then put it behind his back with a cheesy grin.
"You know, Professor... I really have to get to class," he said inching around her. McGonagall glared.
"Oh no you don't," she said, grabbing his ear and tugging hard. The vial fell to the floor. "Come. NOW!" McGonagall pulled him toward the doors and Draco remembered Hermione. Oh shit! The glue... well, maybe she can do it alone... I don't want her to have to give it up because I got caught...
McGonagall pushed the doors open so hard, Hermione jumped back with a small scream.
"I'm sorry Miss Granger," she said shortly, then proceeded to pull Draco toward her office. Hermione looked shocked as she saw him. He waved and blew her a kiss, then let himself be led away. Once Hermione could move again, she followed, hiding behind suits of armor and around corners. McGonagall practically threw Draco into the Transfiguration room. "I think Professor Snape might like to have a word with you as well. Stay put, or you'll be in even more trouble," she said icily and closed the door, then stormed down the hall, charming her hair back up. Once out of sight, Hermione made her way into the Transfiguration room.
"Wow, that was fast," Draco said as he heard the door open, then turned around. "Hermione? What are you doing; you're supposed to be gluing chairs in Potions."
"What the hell did you do, Draco? Since when do you rat on... yourself?" she asked, crossing her arms.
"I didn't rat on anybody. I gave Snape the antidote so YOU wouldn't have to be abnormally hormonal through potions and McGonagall assumed it was I who gave him the original. So stop yelling at me," he said and Hermione opened her mouth but found nothing to say. She sighed.
"Sorry." Draco shrugged as he watched Hermione sit down. "You didn't have to do that... I could've just skipped class or something."
"That would've been stupid. Not to mention suspicious. This is fine, don't worry about it... oh, and I'm sorry about Parkinson." Now Hermione shrugged.
"I've been slapped before... never for anything remotely close to this, but nonetheless," she said, smiling and Draco smiled too.
"So, what was up with that Italian singing thing?" he asked and Hermione leaned back, narrowing her eyes slightly. She tugged down on the hem of her pants, exposing the tattoo.
"This is what that was about," she said accusingly, but Draco looked confused.
"...not making the connection." She sighed.
"They asked me who DM was! What was I supposed to say? 'Oh, it's my branding from the Dallas Morgue. I told them I died and they believed me'?"
"Actually, I expected something more along the lines of 'It's none of your damn business," Draco said with a smirk and Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Like they would've left it at that. I told them it stood for Dean Martin, then they asked me who that was, so I made Harry sing, which not only distracted them long enough to spike their food, but also made them forget about this. Care to explain why it's there in the first place?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. Draco shrugged.
"It was spur of the moment. Thought I'd leave you a little souvenir. Is it unappreciated?" Hermione seemed to think for a moment, sitting up and crossing her legs carelessly.
"No... I think it's kind of cute... but it would have been nice to have a warning. I could of thought up something better as an excuse... or just worn clothes that wouldn't expose it to everyone without realizing it. But other than that, no." Draco smiled.
"I can't believe this! My own student!? A member of MY house!? Just wait until I tell his father..." called the loud booming voice of Professor Severus Snape from down the hall. Draco winced slightly.
"I'd forgotten about that," he said to himself, then looked to Hermione. "You better go, or you'll get in trouble too."
"Fuck you, I'm staying right here. Think I'll just run away and let you take all the credit for that stunt, hm? Think again," Hermione said, mock angrily, crossing her arms. Draco smiled. She really was amazing.
~
A/N: This fic, surprisingly or not, is almost over! It's going to be SOO much shorter than Flames... but that's okay, because this has a smaller plotline. Happy Reading.
PRF:
Heather: Oh, I know... yummy.
Lollylips3: Such suspense...wawawa...! lol
Sleepy-Kitty: yes, Twist is done. I'm not planning on making my essay any longer... plus they kill Romeo, so it's like, duh... what's the point of going on? ::tragic swoon:: You live in Poland? That's so cool! I didn't know that! I'm an American girl, myself. I know where Poland is... do you know where New York is? I bet you do! Lol. We have tests in my global studies class all the time on maps and stuff. I've got Europe down...it's my favorite continent... hehe. That would be so cool, but don't let your Tom hear you say that... or he'll upset his pretty self. Lol. Is he cute? As long as he's cute (even if it's not as cute as Felton) it's still worth it... hehe. I want a tom. The closest I have is a construction paper cut out of a boy with 'Tom' written across his green body. My Spanish teacher is a nutcase. She uses 'Tom' as a teaching aid... XoP
Cytosine: I didn't actually expect anyone to be offended by the last chapter. It wasn't THAT bad. They didn't even get naked... but I'm sorry if you didn't like it. I hope you enjoy this chapter more. And Nirvana's alright. I like that song... 'Smells like teen spirit'
Ezmerelda: Yes, you are correct, I did mean thigh. Thanks for pointing that one out... lol. I didn't even notice. And I agree. I hate it when people do smut, and its okay... but then they use a crude word and it kills the whole scene. And some is just plain bad. I don't know how many more of these scene's I'll do... I'm not really into the smut life... it just seemed like a nice touch here.
KittyKat589: ::blushes:: you think I'm brilliant? Hehe. And I LOVE that song! The Red Hot Chili Peppers one? Yeah! And you keep a mutterin; them Gryffindor can kiss my... *Insert creative word here to cause irony and make people laugh* ;o)
Silver Dragon Goddess: Smart? WE'RE FREAKING GENIUSES! Or is it geniui? Lol. I don't really like that line, but they were talking about 'playing the game' the whole chapter so I was like, lets stick a game playing metaphor in there... yep.
Dark_Dragon: Can I ask what your email was before, so I can change it? Thanx. I've read one or two... There's one called Skin on Skin that I like... and another one called Crystalline. Those have them friends from the beginning... (when they were little). I don't mind reading them, but I don't like to write them. I find it rather cliquey.
Little Witch: Oh yes... I'm not sure, but if you find a good wholesaler, give me his card ;o)
Tainted Black: Yes, I have to agree that ff.net is very unreliable. But it's not just you; we all live through that, sadly. And I also have to agree that some of the smut is B-A-D. There's some good ones, but a majority are like 'he rammed his hard cock in his wet pussy' and I'm just like. Ew, okay... stop, right now. I can't read this anymore... lol.
Erilyn Rose: Draco was a VERY good boy... Mommie like... lol. And don't be ashamed, we all like the fluff. ;o) And in the words of Guilly Granger "Rhyming; another thing that's beyond you." Lol.
Tom*Feltons*Babe: Lol, who? I'm sure I could think of some people...lol. And I wrote the chapter before I saw that movie, and I was like whoa... that is so weird! So I sort of got it from there, cause there was some stuff I changed around, but yeah...and Draco's a sweetie! Snape+Leather=Me+bucket
Jamie: I did the chapter, then saw the movie, but it DID inspire me to update! Lol.
Starry Skies: I'm glad you're all settled again. And yeah, if I were attracted to Snape, I'd be hurling for more than I would be gawking. Lol. And I just wanted to make sure people knew it was racy compared to ALL my other writing, is all. Thanx 4 reviewing.