Chapter 4 - Cat Fight

"Draco, they're too much though!" she complained and he merely smiled at her. They were so lost in chatting about what would look good on her that they didn't see Pansy Parkinson slip into the restaurant and take a booth behind the two, Pansy sitting in the booth right behind Hermione. . .

Pansy's blood was boiling in her veins. How DARE he decide to date that stupid, little mudblood? Certainly, she was sort of pretty, but she was nothing to Pansy's complete perfection! And why had her Drakie broken it off this past summer? He hadn't started going with the mudblood Granger girl behind her back, had he?

Well, she might would take Draco back, but she was going to teach that mudblood a little lesson. She stood, taking her drink along with her, and sat down in the booth next to Draco, who was looking at her darkly. "Hey Draiki, let me know whenever your finish playing with your little mudblood toy." she said, standing up for a moment, and took a sip of her drink.

"She is not a toy, she is my wife to be, and I don't ever want you to say such an ugly word in front of my fiancee again." Draco growled, standing. He was clearly furious, and she couldn't blame him. She was pretty angry herself - she had always detested Pansy, but never really had anything to fight with her about.

Pansy Parkinson laughed, her voice a crystal-shattering high decimal. "Oh how funny darling. Please, don't joke so much." she said, snorting. He pushed Pansy out of the way. "Come on Hermione, lets leave." he said, offering his hand to her which infuriated Pansy. Hermione took his hand and stood, then done something daring - she knew she had to get Parkinson to leave them alone, and to believe the marriage.

So, Hermione stood up on her tiptoes and kissed Draco Malfoy fully, passionately on the mouth. So passionately, Draco nearly slipped, but managed to grasp hold of the trash can. Her left arm wrapped around his neck and she half-twirled towards the right, still holding Draco in her grasp.

"Sorry Parkinson, you lost your chance. He's mine now!" she growled forcefully, as though challenging any girl that would lay a finger on Draco. "And, he's telling the truth, he and I are engaged. Why don't you ask Narcissa? She'll gladly tell you." she said, and started to turn away from the furious girl when a glass of grape soda was splashed into her face, soaking her to the waist.

"You little bitch! You dare, you DARE to do such a thing as to snog MY Draco? Once he's done with you mudblood, he'll come back to me, you just wait, and when Draco's back on my side again, I'll tear you apart, you little mudbitch!" she growled, and finally Hermione had enough. She had snapped - totally lost it - and dove after Parkinson.

After a few short tumbles, Hermione was on top of Parkinson, who tried to draw her wand - but Hermione had sent it across the room with a slap - was slapping at Hermione's face, trying to pull at her hair, and to get the 'mud-bitch' off of her. Hermione backhanded the girl, first one way, and then the other.

"I am so SICK of purebloods that think they are so high and mighty just because they were born with a freaking silver spoon in their mouths, calling other people who weren't as fortunate 'mudbloods'." she growled and Parkinson just laughed. "Cause that's what you are - nothing but blood filled with mud - worthless." she murmured, pure delight on her face when Hermione got up - but it was then that Hermione threw her against the wall.

"I would suggest. . . that you leave Draco and I alone." she said and started to walk away when that stupid Slytherin started to laugh again - and Hermione doubled back, punching Parkinson hard in the nose, as she had Draco in third year. And by the look of Draco, who was holding his nose, he remembered it well. "Don't worry, I wouldn't dream of doing that to you again unless you really deserved it."

"Then trust me, I don't intend on EVER deserving that. Nice job on Parkinson by the way." he said and, grinning, he drew her close, his arms wrapping around her petite waist and kissed her. Most of the restaurant cheered before she sighed. I'm going to have to obliviate them, I know it." she said and pulled out her wand.

"Hey everyone, check out this cool stick I have - its like a wand or something!" she said and then when everyone was looking, she cast 'Maximum Obliviate!" and had only a few moments to put Parkinson in her booth. She used a spell to levitate her, set her on the booth and let her drop a few centimeters.

When they were out of there, Draco chuckled. "Why did you say that to get thier attention - you could have merely used fire or something." he suggested. Hermione glanced at him and grinned, hitting him lightly on the shoulder. "Well, next time you do it." she complained, just to hear him say oww to getting hit in the shoulder. "Ouch, ouch, okay, I understand." he muttered, but was still grinning.

"Merlin Hermione, I didn't think you could fight - well, I knew you could hit very hard - jeez, you nearly broke my nose that day!" he cried. "Well, if its any consolation, Ron was pretty much the cause of it." she said, and Draco's face turned a dull red. "What did that idiot do?" he growled.

"Idiot is right." she said and huffed. "In third year, I bought a cat, whose half kneazel - but he accused Crookshanks of eating his rat, which of course Crookshanks didn't. Later we found him in the sugar jar at Hagrids." she said, hoping he wouldn't mention anything else about that incident.

Draco could honestly care less at the moment though, he had another question for her. "So, Miss Granger," he murmured softly, taking her hand and taking her to a shady spot on the road. "Why did you kiss me?" he asked, grasping her shoulders. "Was it just because of Parkinson? Or were you serious?" he asked in a soft voice, though his eyes were filled with conflicting emotions.

Hermione hadn't answered for a few moments, but those moments felt like forever. "Both. I - I felt so angry when she sat next to you like you were her property - I just had to do something." she said, sounding a little irritated before she looked back up at him, a fire in her eyes - the fire that he loved so much - "but I think I might be. . . be" she started to say when she turned from Draco in an effort to hide the fierce color that was filling her cheeks.

Bemused, Draco turned towards the side and locked his arms around her waist, so she couldn't move anymore. "Oh? Be what?" he asked, but he already knew, or so he thought. "Okay, I'll make it easy for you, Miss Hermione Jane Granger, do you think you might be falling for me, or do you think you'll be hurting my feelings if you say otherwise. Choose one or two."

It took several moments, but her answer came. "One." she whispered, burying her face into his robes until she felt her face cool down a bit. As soon as she poked her head out of his robes, he had already captured her lips for the second time.

(Next: I might do the families and then they'll probably go back to Hogwarts.)