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Summary:" I want some grand babies soon and Lucius and I think that you're the perfect candidate." Hermione didn't wait to hear the rest before she hightailed it out of there.
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Pocket full ofSunshine
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The proverbial shit had hit the fan, as some would say, but the effect was not as big or damaging as she'd expected. It seemed like when the other gossiping Gryffindors went around talking about the show down between Lavender and Hermione, and the Head Girl's departing words, some were shocked –then again they were first through third years so that was to be expected- while others just shrugged like it was old news. It seemed like Lavender never knew when to shut her mouth, even in situations that was damning to her public image; Hermione had given it two days before it would be forgotten. Brushing away an unruly strand of her hair, Hermione continued he note taking as Professor Snape continued talking about the effects of a potion that they would be brewing the following day.
A sharp pinch to her rear end reminded her of exactly who was sitting next to her. Hermione shifted a little ways away from the ever searching hands that have been up to its current task since the start of potions, which was approximately 30 minutes ago. To think, she thought that he would have stopped ten minutes into the start of the class. Usually, Hermione would be sitting next to her two best friends, but seeing as she and Ron currently weren't on speaking terms, that left Harry sitting to her right. Hermione knew Harry was doing his damned best to ignore Malfoy and his wandering hand, but Hermione would have thought that he would at least tell the pervert to stop at some point in time. Glaring half-heartedly at her best friend then turned to Malfoy.
"Would you stop that? I'm trying to learn something here." She hissed under her breath
He only smiled before replying "It's nothing you don't know already m'dear," he made an attempt to nibble on her ear, as I expecting that, she dodged his advances in time.
"Stop it you…you…sex fiend." She hissed, a blush beginning to stain her cheeks, Malfoy seemed to be enjoy her embarrassment. Her eyes were locked with his, he flicked his tongue out and licked his lips sensually, and she blushed even harder.
"Mr. Potter! Could you please keep your company from performing lewd acts in my classroom?" Professor Snape was looking at a flabbergasted Harry, eyes livid.
"But…I…he….they won't listen," the words tumbled out of Harry's mouth and Hermione looked at her friend scandalized while Malfoy just sat there looking as smug as ever.
"Harry you did not!"
"I did, to that pervert over there," he jerked his thumb in Malfoy's direction "he told me to mind my business and I did." He replied sounding dignified.
Snape was livid, "doesn't matter Potter, 10 points from Gryffindor for disturbing my class."
Already pissed by Harry's outburst Hermione stood up facing Snape, her glare in place. She was sick and tired of his obvious display of favoritism, but she'd had it up to her damned nose with Snape deducting points from their house for no reason at all.
Fucking old bat
"For what! You're the one who decided to call upon him and you're taking off points for what Malfoy was doing? How dare you?" Ignoring Draco's feeble attempts to defending himself, Hermione sneered at her professor.
"Miss Granger, please have a seat right now, before I deduct more points." The Slytherins looked deliriously happy at the prospect of Gryffindors losing more points.
"You know what, forget this. You may know about potions, but you're to unjust." Packing up her stuff, Hermione roughly brushed past Draco who was trying to get her to calm down and out the door. Just before the door slammed shut, the entire class heard a shout of 'crooked nosed fucker' causing the Gryffindors to burst out laughing and cheering for their beloved Gryffindor princess, while the Slytherins just stared at the door then at the Head of House in disbelief.
Both Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter sat with their mouths hanging open staring at the door. Something clicked in Draco's head and he turned to Harry.
"Potter, go after her to make sure that she doesn't hurt herself, besides, the person that was trailing her last night is still out there." As if coming to his senses, Harry was out of his seat and running after his best friend, while Draco sat there rubbing his temples in an attempt to rid himself of his on coming head ache.
"I feel some how, cleansed by letting all of that off my chest, you should do it more often Harry, makes you feel all tingly inside." Hermione sighed dreamily, as they walked away from Dumbledore's office; Harry just gave her a pointed look as she practically skipped down the hall way.
"I still can't believe that Dumbledore would let you talk about Snape like that, I mean I feel the same way about that hooked nose bat, but wow 'Mione, just wow." Harry shook his head in amazement at what had just occurred a few moments ago.
Hermione shrugged carelessly, "He listens to what the students have to say, he probably won't get rid of Snape, but at least he knows how much I hate that smarmy git," a smug look crossed over her face before she continued, "Where are we going anyway? I'm supposed to be at the library, need to study, N.E.W.T s and all."
Nodding his head, a few black locks fell into his face. Brushing them away, Harry continued talking on more serious matters. "Any way, do you have any idea who was following you at all the other night? I have a few guesses but I don't want to go around pointing fingers and then be made a fool of because I was wrong." The air seemed to sober up at an alarming rate after that comment.
Subconsciously, Hermione turned to look behind her some how expecting to see her stalker standing there. "You know, I have no idea, it was so damn dark the only thing I could discern was their shadow before Malfoy arrived." A contemplating look crossed her face "You know, I don't get why they're following me, it's not like I did anything to anybody, and not even the Slytherins have problems with me outside the fact that I'm a mudblood." She rolled her eyes at the thought of some of the students still not being able to get over their blood conflicts.
"You forget the fact that you're going out with Malfoy," Harry replied with a grimace at the thought of his friend being touched by the ferret.
"That has nothing to do with it, and if you think that he planned this Harry…"
"No, no! Merlin no, I'm just saying that Malfoy has always been sought after, now factor in the veela part, he's got girls following him like some lost puppy." He raised his hand to stop her from interrupting him. "Wait, think of this for a bit, you're in love with a guy and some girl just walks into the picture and all shots you had with him are shot to hell. Wouldn't you feel some kind of resentment towards her, besides you never know how fucked up someone can be."
"Since when did you become my very own 'Sherlock Holmes' Mr. Potter?" The two of them shared a brief chuckle before continuing on. "You could be right, I never thought about the stalker being a girl, I didn't really think about at all because Malfoy had me distracted." The last part was murmured loud enough to be heard by Harry, who attempted to ignore the thought of how Malfoy distracted her focusing on why.
Of course he wouldn't have let Hermione worry herself to the bone, but distracting her to the point of her forgetting about her stalker seemed a bit off. Locking it in the back of his mind to ponder on later when he was alone. Holding the library door open for her, Harry let Hermione walk in before him before following her in. The old, dusty smell that he only associated with the library wafted into their faces as they made their way to a table in the farthest corner of the room, overlooking the room. A soft thud was heard as their bags were placed on the table before they sat down next to each other.
"Are you going to talk to Ron any time soon? He's becoming rather irritating to be around lately." Harry spoke, sounding as if they were talking about casual things as the weather.
Hermione stiffened for the briefest moment before continuing unloading her bag. "I'm not at fault here so I'm not going to run back to him begging for his forgiveness. I thought we were friends you know Harry, friends are supposed to support each other when they fancy someone, not yell at them and call them as much derogatory names as their puny brains could muster." She shook her head, disappointed at her former friend's behavior, "I never told him what I really thought about Lavender when they were going on before, I supported him through it, gritting my teeth to prevent myself from saying a lot of things. Besides I'm not in the mood to talk about him right now, it's making me depressed." Her words were quietly spoken, and just like that the conversation of Ron was dropped for a later time.
Walking to the Head dorms Hermione was greeted by the sight of Malfoy spread out on one of the couches in their commons. His right leg hung of the seat while his right arm covered his face. His shimmering white blond hair was mussed and she had to admit that he looked peaceful, almost resembling that of an angel.
A fallen angel most definitely, she mused to herself as she walked over to the sleeping Slytherin.
Walking over to the chair, she dropped her bag next to her foot before leaning over the back of the couch she brushed a strand of air away from his face. A small smile made its way onto her face before she pulled her hand back as if burned. His eyelashes fluttered, and before she could back away from the stirring body, his arm shot out taking a hold of her arm and hoisting her over the back of the chair and onto his lap.
A loud squeak emitted from Hermione's mouth before her cheeks became aflame when she realized that she was now straddling him. Her lips pursed in annoyance when she realized that the stupid boy was giving her a rather devious smirk.
"Hello love, how awfully nice of you to drop in on this fine evening; and in a comfortable position too if I may say so myself." The blushing girl squeaked when a hand squeezed her behind.
"Draco Malfoy you really are a pervert, and how dare you just grope me," remembering earlier events, she smacked his chest a bit harder and she inwardly gloated when he winced. "That was for getting Harry in trouble today with Snape, and just to let you know Harry and I went to complain to Professor Dumbledore." She sniffed raising her chin slightly.
A Cheshire grin spread across Draco's face at her holier-than-thou attitude. He wrapped a strand of her hair around his finger, idly playing with it. "You know, I must confess that you looked abso-fucking-lutely sexy when you where yelling at Snape. I just wanted to grab you and shag you six ways till Sunday right on your desk." The last few words were emphasized by little kisses placed on her neck, just below her ears.
Hermione shivered at his kisses, all the while blushing to the tip of her roots at his words. Never in her life had one the nerve to talk to her in such a…dirty manner.
"How scandalous, I would have never in my life done such a thing." She giggled a bit before becoming serious. "Just to let you know, I won't be sleeping with you that easily. I don't think I love you yet; I do feel loyal and all that other mush towards you, but I'm not yet in love with you." Burying her face in his chest, she waited for his outburst of her being a prude or yell at demanding how long she expected him to wait. After all that was exactly how Ron reacted when she told him the same thing.
"You know I would never force you to do something that you're not ready for." His words were soft and comforting, sending a delicious tingle through her stomach.
"Its amazing how someone can change you know, why I remember just last year you were such an immature sniveling brat, always calling me mudblood or some other foul name." She mumbled as she made herself a bit more comfortable on his chest while playing with his robes. "Now you're tripping over your own feet to grope my arse, my, my, my talk about extreme makeover."
He poked her in her side causing her to squirm against him, "Cheeky bugger. Besides I can't help it if my veela wants a bushy haired Gryffindor as its mate. Now, I think it would be wise if we head of to bed, you are making my little Draco quite happy."
At his comment, Hermione quickly leaped off his body squeaking in disgust before storming off to her room, his rich laughter echoing behind her.
A/N: I know it's been a log time since I've updated, but I can say it was a case of writer's
block and work overload. I'll try to update a bit more next time. There's not much of the stalker in this chapter, but someone's beginning to question another person's true motives, but we may not know if they are right or wrong yet. As we can see, Malfoy and Hermione are beginning to get all touchy-feely with one another, and Hermione's getting bold by once again mouthing off to Professor Snape, which has been a long time coming and we all know it.
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irene0222: Ron could be the stalker, or he might not, I haven't made up my mind yet, XD
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DracosPunkBabe: thanks for your best wishes, really appreciated it.
La Mariane: You know, the idea you pitched me gave me an idea to write something, but I'm not sure where in the story I'll be putting it, although I have an idea. Thanks for being my 100th reviewer.