Slippery Soap Suds
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Chapter VI: Intoxicated
"In fact, why don't you sit here next to me?"
Draco was struck. Again, the bitch never failed to surprise him. But he would play along.
"You don't have to tell me," Malfoy said, seating himself quite comfortably much to Harry's dismay. "Mudbloods can't order me around." He smirked at Harry who was still standing. "Why don't you sit down, Potter?"
Without further ado, Harry sat down, confused and troubled. He didn't fail to see the glint in the girl's eye. What did Hermione have in mind?
"Make sure you're a meter away from me, Malfoy…" Hermione added. "We don't want Mudbloods mixing with Purebloods."
Malfoy's face crumpled. She was playing his game! "Well, in that case," he moved closer to Hermione. Too close their cheeks were touching and she could barely move. "How's that for close?"
"Merlin, you stink!" Hermione exclaimed in disgust. She pushed Malfoy away with one hand. In her other hand, she felt Harry stiffen with rage.
"I do not, you liar!" Malfoy replied, smelling himself.
"Of course you do!" Hermione retorted.
"You don't know the scent of the wealthy, bitch!"
"You just can't smell straight, dimwit! Your nose is as useless as the dangling thing between your legs!"
Harry knew now. That glint in Hermione's eyes wasn't mischief. It was the drink. You could topple Hermione down even with ginger ale. Now they're both drunk.
"Slut!"
"Bastard!"
"Cocksucking cocktease!"
"Dickless dickhead!"
"Weed hair!"
"Rotten banana hair!"
Malfoy hissed. "Damn your cunt!"
"Oh can it, you idiot!" Hermione said, gulping down more butterbeer. "I'm running out of names to call you."
Malfoy whispered something to Hermione. We have to keep a low profile. Nobody has to know about our punishment until Dumbledore himself announces it. For the meantime, stop seducing me! Save it for the honeymoon!
"I am not!" Hermione objected loudly. "Excuuse me!" She took a glance at a startled Harry who didn't understand this "friendly" exchange of whispers. She squeezed his hand and smiled at him. He weakly smiled back.
Harry watched in horror and greener with envy when, this time, Hermione whispered something to Malfoy. I don't understand at all! He was actually hurt more at the sight of Malfoy's neck, with that violetish vampire bite staring at him, taunting him with impossibly vile thoughts. Unlike Hermione who had so carefully wrapped a scarf around hers, Malfoy's neck was all exposed for the world to see. And Harry didn't like it one bit.
"Let's call it a truce, git! Don't say a word until Albus does. No implications about the whole thing. Yadayadayada. Now leave, will you? Before Harry slits off your throat!" whispered Hermione.
Malfoy took a glimpse of Potter. True enough, he looked delirious with jealousy. His only consolation seemed to be the fact that, all throughout, Hermione never let go of his hand.
"Fine! I'm going now!" Draco announced but leaned towards Hermione, puckered up for a kiss, hoping to make Potter go mad. Oh yes, the freedom of drunks!
In comprehension, Hermione quickly shoved the mug of butterbeer in his mouth. "Goodbye!"
"Goddamnit, Mudblood!" Draco screeched, hands quickly comforting his face. "My gums are bleeding!"
"No, they're not!" Hermione replied tartly and hiccupped. "Now go away!"
"Tscha! Three days, Mudblood…" Draco said and turned to Potter. "You've been a great by-stander, Potter! Keep it up! That's all you're good at anyway." Then, he walked away, cackling at his own joke.
Harry opened his mouth in protest. But nothing would come out. He destroyed our night! He insulted Hermione, tearing at her savagely! He almost kissed her, even! Yet here I was…and I never did anything about it. Not even a single thing! For the second time that night, Hermione squeezed his hand.
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"Where will I put these, Madam Pince?" Hermione asked, a handful of books in her arms. She had decided to return her books the next day and see for herself what other nice stuff are available (being the bookworm that she is).
"What a dear!" Madam Pince commented. Then, pointing east, she said, "Just place them on those tables there, Hermione…"
"Okay," Hermione replied. "Thanks, Madam." Slowly, she headed to the tables, stopping now and then to scan some books which interested her. But deep inside, she was really thinking about what happened last night. Malfoy had been calm. Playful, actually. But not downright mean, as he usually is. Of course, he was drunk so maybe that's why he was acting like that… On the other side, Harry was painfully silent! Either that or he just couldn't say anything out of sheer confusion… I mean, I know I was being bitchy, inviting him to our table and all. Hell, I was drunk! They were sworn enemies, for Merlin's sake! But for my sake, Harry would sit at the same table Malfoy is sitting in. For my sake…
"Hermione, you shouldn't have drunk Ron's butterbeer when you knew he had mixed some vodka in it!" Harry said over and over as he comforted a puking, hiccupping, chortling Hermione. "If I had known, I wouldn't have let you finish it off!"
"I'm sorry, HaaAAaaAAaAaaA!" Another puking interrupted her apology. Hermione felt as if her insides went down the drain with all that liquid. She chuckled at herself and then at Harry who was already splattered with her barf.
Harry groaned, wiping Hermione's face with a hot towel, not minding how he looked or even smelled like. The sounds she was making were not attractive and anybody who was normal would've done anything to stay away from Hermione's way. But Harry wasn't normal. He was always abnormal with Hermione.
He wasn't sorry for stinking and looking like hell. If it was the way to make that girl sober. He smiled inwardly as he quoted a Muggle book, "Love is never having to say you're sorry…"
Suddenly, Hermione stopped laughing. For an instant, she seemed normal again. She had heard Harry whisper a line from one of her favorite books and it moved her that the book-hating Harry Potter remembered a sappy line from – of all things! – a romance novel.
Then, she was leaking, wailing as she grabbed the towel from Harry and started cleaning his face. She knew her condition was oh – so – terrible. She could only imagine how Harry put up with her. She was always weak with alcohol, and she knew it. And she always ALWAYS tried to fight it… but failed.
"Harry, I'm sorry – I'm sorry," She stammered. "I'm so embarrassed! I – I know I shouldn't h – have (hiccup) drunk…but you know how badly I want to be normal… I… I…"
Then Harry slapped her hard across her face. So hard. "The more you fight back to escape from it, the more you are lost in it and can never find your way out." He took the cloth from her hands and wiped her face one more time…
Yet, Malfoy did just the same thing! And why did he sit next to us? What were his reasons? To infuriate Harry? To freakin' remind me only three days were left before the fateful day! Make that two! Aargh! Why am I even thinking of him? Thoughts of him are so annoying!
"Watch out for that book on the floor."
"Wha – aaaooow!" Hermione tripped on the book and fell SMACK on the floor. Down went her books.
"Told you so…"
Hermione glared at the floor. She didn't have to look up to see it was him. Again. She was seeing him more and more each day. Coincidence? She hopes so!
"You could have done it the easier way, Mudblood," Malfoy said, taking out his wand. With a flick, he sent the books flying to their respective locations. "Done!"
Hermione groaned. She's had enough of that machismo issue… "Doing it by hand's more fulfilling…"
Out of the blue, Malfoy extended his hand towards her. She stared at it in bewilderment. "Are you dumb?" With a sigh, he grabbed Hermione by the waist and pulled her up.
"I can get up, brat!" She said, pushing him away. But Draco held her hand and brought it closer to his face. Hermione could feel the goosebumps forming on her skin. What in bloody hell is he doing?
Ever so slowly, Draco savored the scent of her hand, felt the soft skin Potter would never let go of last night. He wanted so badly to taste the strawberry flesh! What the - ! What was he thinking! No…that wouldn't do. He breathed hard and let go. "You smell like dragonpoop."
"Not now, Malfoy," Hermione said. "I'm not in the mood to be in a bad mood."
"Didn't ask you to."
"You surely are in a better mood today," Hermione said, bringing up last night's events. "I like this Malfoy better than the drunken one…"
"I didn't ask for your opinion, bitch."
"There you go again…"
"Looks like you are running out of curses, Granger," said Draco. "I'm quite disappointed."
"Stop it, Malfoy," Hermione shot back. "I'm not like you. I thought we agreed to keep low. Talking to each other is not helping in keeping our profiles low, okay? We should be normal…like before. NOT talking to each other."
"Whatever, mudblood…" Draco scowled.
"There… Hey!" Hermione noticed something about him. Weird. She cupped his face and looked at him. "Your other pupil's yellow." And you look like a retard. Draco realized he wasn't breathing while Hermione's fingers touched his skin. It burned him to the very core, and it took quite a while before he could recover.
"Oh that?" Draco took out a box and slid a lens on the other side. Now his eyes were like sunshine. "Must've lost the other one."
Hermione looked closer. "You wear contacts!"
Draco nodded, seating himself in a quiet corner. "Only when I'm reading." It was only that time Hermione saw the book cradled in his arms. He didn't look like Draco Malfoy at all. He didn't act like Malfoy. He mustn't be Malfoy.
"Hi, I'm Hermione. What's your name?" Hermione asked jokingly, sitting beside him. (A/n: I have no idea why she was "jokingly sitting beside him".)
"You're insane, Mudblood," Draco replied, opening the book.
Hermione stole a glance at the title. Most Notorious Criminal Students in the History of Hogwarts. Uh… "I didn't know you read…"
"I do, from time to time," He said, aware she was studying him intently. This was a side of him she didn't know about, and he knew it intrigued her.
Hermione sat, openly admiring this Malfoy. It was the Malfoy he deprived everyone of. Okay, his choice of genre may not be, let's say, advisable…but it could work out. If this was how Draco was like, she'd probably fall in love with him… Hermione gagged. Revolting! Revolting! What a revolting thought! Then, she laughed to herself. This whole situation was absolutely weird!
Draco was disturbed by her chortle. Not that he hadn't been "disturbed" since she looked into his eyes and asked about his contacts. But he didn't like to be disturbed by Hermione Granger. He looked at her questioningly.
"Oh nothing…" She answered as if she knew what he was thinking, and propped her elbow on the table and rested her head on it. She realized she had grown tired of fighting with Malfoy. Or was she too depressed and guilty because of Harry?
Lost in her thoughts, Hermione hadn't noticed Malfoy tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. This time, he was smiling.
"What the fuck?" She asked, startled. What did Malfoy just do? What in Merlin's name was that supposed to mean?
Draco closed his book and rested his chin on his hand. "I just realized that if you keep this up, I'm going to have to settle for less…"
It took a moment for Hermione's wonder brain to register the meaning of what he said, and when it did, she stood up, red-faced, and stomped out of the library, leaving a quite amused Draco to himself.
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A/N: Now how about that? Hermione's an alcoholic! Lol I am so evil! Bwahahah I don't know why they suddenly became like close or something…wahahah I must be psycho…wheeee I know there are so many corny scenes here…but I like it! Wahahahahhahahah so again I'm asking you for a – mff! Umppfuhmmmpff! Wait! I wanna ask for a re – mppf pfppumpff!
see Chapter 2 More Than Words aka When Hitting Malfoy Becomes A Hobby to understand. Or if you really don't, it's when Draco said to Hermione that he wouldn't settle for less (meaning, Hermione).