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Being Bound to Your Presence Chapter Fourteen
A Narrow Escape? Not Quite
Draco's P.O.V
I'm sorry, but I'm rather glad my father isn't here right now, because then I would be the one dead. How would he find out, you ask? Good question. When you find it out, please let me know. Father had an interesting way of finding out everything I did that I wouldn't want him to know. Like my father was a hired spy to stalk his own son or something. Anyway... let's just hoe that this doesn't get out. The sound of a Slytherin and two female Gryffindors sneaking into the Gryffindor boy's dorms is an INCREDIBLY awkward story. I was considering all the possible outcomes or rumors that could possible spread as a result of this joyous escapade, but was jerked from my thoughts by the irritating voice of the Weaslette.
"So, my idea was to, like, somehow get a snitch, tie an invite to it, and lock it in the Boy's dorms!" She said to Hermione. Good God she has a whiney voice, even when she's NOT whining. Granger sighed.
"How are we going to get a snitch, Ginny?" Just then I remembered something. "I can get a snitch," I provided. Bush Head simply put a hand on her hip. Honestly, what is wrong with you bloody people? Nowadays, no one appreciates an offer from a fine Malfoy like myself. They should be on their knees...
I simply lowered my head and winked at her. She must have got the message because her eyes melted under my awe-inspiring beauty. Now that's more like it. Ye of little faith.
Hermione's P.O.V
How did Ginny expect us to get a snitch? Steal one? No, not me, Hermione Ann Granger. I'm a good girl! But then Draco bowed his head, hair in eyes and winked. Somehow, I knew he had a plan...Oh who am I kidding? He looked frikin' gorgeous!...pause...
Noooooo, bad bad thoughts! GET OUT OF MY HEAD get out get out!
Normal P.O.V
Ginny and Hermione doubtingly followed Draco back to the Room of Requirement, where he dug in his trunk and pulled out a small crate. When he opened the lid, they saw a glint of gold fly out. Hermione gasped. "Where did you get that! You better not have stolen it! You know that's VERY inappropriate for HEAD BOY-" Draco held up a hand to stop her Sermon.
"My father gave it to me a while back." Draco grinned. When it came near enough, He snatched the snitch using the Seeker's reflexes that Hermione had always admired out of Harry, yet Draco's were slightly less professional.
When they returned to the common room, Ginny got out a piece of parchment and lay it gingerly on the coffee table. In her very best handwriting, she wrote
Harry,
Hey! I don't know if you already have a date, but will you go to the Halloween Ball with me?
Love from,
Ginny Weasley
"Wait..." Draco said slowly. "This is for Potter!" He began to laugh as though going to a ball with Harry Potter was uncommon and uncool for the female race. The girls acted as though he hadn't said I word though for Hermione interrupted Ginny beginning to fold the note.
"No, no, no! Don't ASK him, just tell him you'd like to go with him if he hasn't made plans yet! And don't sound too desperate." Draco rolled his eyes. Ginny huffed and got out more parchment and began again.
Harry,
Hi! How are you? I hope you're good. Well, as you know, the Halloween Ball is coming up, and I thought I'd ask you if you had made any plans as to who you're going with. Because if you haven't, I think that it'd be really cool if maybe we went together. Write me back A.S.A.P.
Love from,
Ginny Weasley
"Good!" Draco said brightly. "Now let's get this over with."
Carefully, Ginny punched a hole in the note and cut a small piece of fine gold string she had in her bag. She looped one end through the hole and, with the help of Hermione, Draco and many bloody fingers, tied the note to one shimmering wing of Draco's snitch. They watched as it flew around. Draco doubled over with laughter as Ginny snatched at the tiny ball, arms flailing.
"Some Seeker you turned out to be!" Draco exclaimed. Ginny scowled. In one swipe Draco reached out and caught it without even bending the note. He did that Malfoy eyebrows-go-up-and-down-because-I-think-I'm-better-than-you thing that I haven't got around to naming yet, but it's next on my To Do list.
Ginny and Hermione decided to wait until midnight to put the plan into action. At 11:55 that night, Hermione was startled only for a second when the portrait to the Head Dorm opened on it's own. The youngest Weasley appeared from under Harry's cloak that she had got Ron to get for her. Hermione gently nudged Malfoy, who had drifted off, his head (most likely unconsciencously) on her shoulder. "Come on, Come on."
Halfway to Gryffindor Tower, Ginny was in a fit of giggles. The snitch still clutched tightly in his fist, Draco grimaced. She was almost as bad as Pansy. But not quite. Ginny was just the Wicked Witch of the East, so with luck a house would fall on her soon. They continued through the dark corridors to Gryffindor. When they reached the Fat Lady, Ginny shooed Malfoy away so she could give the password. Slowly and carefully they crept to the stairway ascending to the boy's dorms.
Draco's P.O.V
This is so gay. Kill me now. Climbing up the stairs to my doom, I opened the door for Granger, mockingly gracing her with my Charm. She gently brushed past me. Ginny was under the false impression she would get the Charm too. BAM! The door was slammed in her face. Whooo hoooo! Granger glared at me.
"Someone would have heard that!" She whispered harshly. I bet that's all she cared about, too. Ginny came through the door and Granger looked around. The dorm was empty from what they could see; your average teenage boy would be at Hogsmeade late on a Sunday night. Of course, that is, the ones not stuck with Bush Head and the Wicked Witch of the East. I need to think of some new names. Ginny's not really...wicked... just...well, preppy. But I won't change Pansy's. The Wicked Witch of the West is a fine name for her. It suits her.
Normal P.O.V
Hermione froze when she heard a snore. Neville was in bed snoring like a foghorn. As quietly as humanly possible, they walked over to where Harry's bed was and Draco released the snitch. But something was odd... the room was suddenly quieter-
"What are you doing here!"
Neville's sleepy voice came from behind them. In unison, Ginny, Draco, and Hermione spun around, facing Neville in his too-short pajamas.
"N-Neville!" Hermione stammered. "I-uh, w-we, we're j-just...umm..."
"-Just looking for Hermione's book." Draco interrupted calmly. "Harry accidently took hers instead of his."
Obviously too tired to ask why they were looking for the book at midnight, or why there was a snitch flying around their heads, or why a Slytherin was in Gryffindor, Neville staggered back to bed without another word. The sound of his snores returned in the room immediately. They silently tiptoed back out of the room. As soon as they reached the corridors, they burst out laughing.
"We're lucky I was there," Draco said between laughing. "You weren't kidding when you said you're bad at lying!"
Hermione scowled. "No, we're lucky it was Neville. That was a lame lie! People just buy your lies because you never change your expression."
She was right. His eyes always remained a cold metal color. He ran to the right and Hermione thudded to the floor. She let out a shriek. Draco froze in his tracks, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end. Something about that scream jerked at his memory...
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After weeks of peaceful sleep, Draco had the dream again, clearer than it ever had been before. It was so, so incredibly real, like he was really there. The bang, the scream... The scream? Hermione! He shot up in bed. She was facing him, looking like a brunette angel in the dim light from the moon streaming in the window.
"Hey..." He whispered softly but urgently. "Granger!"
She groaned softly and opened her eyes.
"I think we have found out something, and I'm not sure I wanted to..."
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a/n: TADA! Hehe! I hope you liked it! Please review, and I want all opinions, even if that means flames!
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