[BeLieViNG iN You]
A/N: Aaaaaaaaaahhhh! WAFF content ahead! Mwahahaha...skip this chapter if you want...not really crucial if you don't like WAFF. 20 FREAKING REVIEWS! AND I ONLY ASKED FOR 2! I couldn't believe my eyes! *sob* I LOOOOOOOVE YOU PEOPLE! *thanks are at the bottom of the chapter*
Chapter 4: Frienemies
"Hey, wake up." Draco opened his eyes to Josh standing at the foot of the bed. His eyes moved to the clock behind Josh. The poor boy had glazed eyes.
"You're up early." It took a while for him to focus, as he spent the time rubbing his eyes and stretching. What time did Muggles wake up? Josh was still looking dazed.
"Yeah. Mum sent me. Maid cooking breakfast. You downstairs. You shopping today. Talk to 'Mione." He yawned, and robotically stumbled back to his room.
"G'night." he called over his shoulder. Draco scratched his head. He was sure it was daytime...
Well. At least Draco knew he had one ally. He looked at the muggle clothing Josh had thrown on his bed with distaste. Shopping was definitely a viable option today.
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Hermione had climbed into the car and dozed off straight after clicking her seat belt. Draco was still having troubles with his. He decided to just hold it in place instead of seeming stupid to these inferior muggles.
"Draco dear, I thought that we'd send Jacob to school first, and then I'd drop 'Mione and you off at the local mall, is that okay? I'd go, but I have to go to work, worse luck." She looked as tired as Hermione. Draco wondered why he was so full of energy.
"That's more than fine Mrs Granger, thank you indeed."
"Oh dear, you don't have any english muggle money, do you? Bye dear!" She waved as Jacob hopped out of the car.
"Er...no, I don't think so."
"Well 'Mione has my credit card, use that and then you can pay her back later, is that okay?"
"Again, that's more than fine, Mrs Granger. I only hope one day I can pay you back for your hospitality." She dismissed him with a blushing wave.
"It's nothing, the least we can do. Now sit back and relax, we'll be at the mall in about half an hour."
"Hey Granger..."
"Rot in hell Malfoy. I'm too tired to beat you up." He smirked, but kept quiet.
Fifteen minutes later...
Draco settled back, eyes closed as he appreciated the music. He felt a weight on his shoulder, and his eyes flew open in surprise. Looking small and vulnerable, Hermione had rested her head on his shoulder, hair hanging over her face. Well, at least she wasn't drooling. He picked a lock of hair up with distaste, so he could see her face.
"Wake up mudblood. Get off me." He whispered urgently as he poked her. She buried her head further onto his shoulder.
"Come on, get off!" He said a little louder. His cheeks flamed as he caught Mrs Granger smirking in the rear view mirror.
"Nice to see you two getting along better." She pulled up in a parking bay.
"Get up Hermione! God's sakes!" He shook his arm, releasing the seat belt he had been holding down. It flew up and smacked him in the cheek.
"Ow." He blinked painfully.
"Huh? Oh, thanks mum." Hermione awoke, and leant over to kiss her mother.
"Bye. Come on Draco, don't be stupid." She got out of the car and walked off, not waiting for him. He could see her yawning sleepily in the distance.
"Bye Mrs Granger, thank you again." Cursing under his breath, he got out and called for Hermione to wait up as he nursed his cheek.
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"So Granger. I guess I must be your dream come true, hey?" He smirked as several girls double-checked him. He jogged to keep up pace with her. She was determinedly climbing the steps.
"Shut up Malfoy. You're the only reason I'm out of bed this early in the morning, and for the life of me I can't figure out why. You're a bloody nightmare, that's what." She growled, pushing open the giant frosted-glass door. Draco blinked, startled, at the sudden onslaught of noise and colour. Far from Knockturn Alley, and far from Diagon Alley, a mall was another entirely new muggle experience. Polished and waxed floors caused him to be more cautious with his steps. Glass, steel and polished marble greeted him from every direction. Head up in wonder, he gasped as he walked into something. He looked down at five feet two of pure...beast.
"Oof! Watch it Granger!" She had turned around, hands planted on her hips.
"You watch it, jackass. I'm the one with the money here." He scowled. It was true.
"Now, what kind of clothes are you into?" He shrugged.
"I've never had cause to lower myself to wearing muggle clothing." He sneered disdainfully. She sighed frustratedly.
"You are an impossible git, you know that, Malfoy? I really despise you sometimes." At a lack of response, she growled and grabbed him by the shirt.
"Come on. We're just going to have to experiment then." Draco protested as she hauled him through the crowds, but he didn't have the heart. She had an evil gleam in her eyes.
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"Okay. Now which store to go to first?" They stood in front of a cul de sac of shops. Hermione was never one for shopping, Draco analyzed. It explained her lack of beauty. After all, the clothes made the man. Or was it something else? Dusting her hands off him, he straightened himself and warily tapped her shoulder.
"If I may suggest something?" A slight smile tugged at his lips. Hermione recognised that barely there smirk. It meant something was about to happen that she didn't want to. She sighed.
"Go ahead Malfoy. The day can't get any worse." She moaned.
By Murphy's law, they did.
"Well well. If it isn't Miss Granger." Hermione's eyes widened as she turned around.
"Eloise?" She asked disbelievingly.
"Oh! How sweet, she remembers me." The girl spoke mockingly. Her friends tittered. Draco stood back, warily.
She was a little taller than Hermione, with straight, shining brown hair and a perfect complexion. Cold slate-grey eyes peered from beneath heavy lashes and pale rosebud lips curled up into a smirk. Behind her was a pack of similar looking girls, all in the same exclusive uniform.
"What happened to you?" Hermione was still in a state of shock.
"Me? Well, after you abandoned us, Mila, Yuri and I split up. Oh, by the way, Yuri's dead." She spoke with a maliciousness in her voice.
The world spun for Hermione. No way was this real. No way. Yuri? But Eloise was continuing on, and Hermione forced herself to listen.
"But you would have known that, if you had stayed. But no, Iorin was never good enough for you, was it? Miss Granger had to ascertain to higher expectations." The girl fluttered her eyelashes as the girls behind her giggled.
"Remember me, Granger?" Another slight girl stepped forward, her shoulders tense as she began to twirl her bag threateningly. Draco began to feel uneasy. What exactly was happening here?
"Lucy?" The girl was in shock. Draco's objective now involved getting her away from this pack of wolves. As he moved forward, Eloise caught sight of him.
"Why hello." She purred. She held out a hand, preventing the rest of the pack from advancing. Draco had never realised how true the term 'a pack of schoolgirls' might be. The differences between these mere muggles and wolves were not numbering many.
"And who might this be?" She stepped closer to Draco.
"Granger. I think we should go." He stepped back, towards Hermione. She was still in shock.
"Why don't you come back to my place? I'm sure we could find something to do with you...Don't worry about her. She's no fun." Eloise pouted sultrily.
"I don't know who you are. Stay away from Granger and I." His eyes narrowed.
"I don't know who you are either," she mocked. "But I will find out. And I'm looking forward to the day we meet again." She motioned for the pack to leave.
"Bye Hermi." she mocked, pushing the smaller girl as they left. Draco turned to look at Hermione and was worried to see tears in her eyes.
"Granger?"
"Leave me alone." She pushed him away.
"Come on Granger. Hermione. Let's go home." He carefully took her arm.
"No. Let's get you some clothes." She was forcing herself not to cry, he could see. He'd done that so many times before.
"I think-" She cut him off midsentence.
"I don't care what you think!" She snapped.
"Anyway, you can't wear my brother's smelly stuff forever." She gave him a shaky, forced smile.
"Come on Granger. I'll keep you safe." It had meant to be mocking, but it somehow came out...nice. He watched in horror as his arm slid around her waist, and surprisingly she didn't protest. Hell, he didn't protest. She sniffed and curled into him. Half of him was disgusted with himself. The other half said it was difficult walking like this, but hey. You couldn't have everything your way.
"I'm not crying because of them, you know." Draco kept silent.
"It's because of Yuri."
"Oh?" She slowly disentangled herself from him and sniffed. Draco sighed and offered his hankerchief to her.
"Thank you." He shrugged.
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"Granger, I can't go out in these." There was panic in his voice.
"Aw, come on Draco! This is meant to be fun!"
"Fun does not have me spilling out of my pants!" He yelled. Hermione's eyes widened, then she snickered. (A/N...mmm...tasty Draco in leather)
"What about the other pair?" His voice relaxed.
"They aren't so bad. If I may say so, I look damn sexy in them." He replied smugly.
"Well, show me then?" After a moments rustling, the door opened to reveal Draco Malfoy, sex god, in a leather shirt with high collar and buckles at the neck. The sleeves were rolled up to the length of three quarter length, and he was wearing baggy pants from some soft material that shimmered subtly.
"Not my style, but I will admit that it's not bad."
"Not bad?" He raised his eyebrow.
"Alright, fine, you look great." She grunted, grouchily.
"But of course I do. I look better than anyone else that ever tried these on, of course."
"I wouldn't be so sure of yourself." A figure spoke from the doorway. Both turned, surprised.
"Cousin Damien." 'Muggle-loving fool. What the bloody hell is he doing here?' He thought.
"Why hello dearest Draco." He replied in the ever-familiar Malfoy drawl. But his mind raced, brought down with a sudden rush of despair and sadness.
'He's been broken. Lucius has tainted this one with his black heart.'
He kept his face statue-smooth, no emotions revealed.
"What happened? We thought you were lost to us." Hermione kept her mouth open. This guy was truly droolworthy. His black hair was streaked with the same white-blonde as Draco's, and his ears bore three rings in the top left cartelidge. He had the eyes of a wolf though. Intense honey-gold. So it obviously was hereditary.
"Mixing with Muggles, Draco?" Damien smiled graciously at Hermione. Well, nice to know the Malfoy's weren't all evil.
"Not of my own choice." From Damien's thoughtful nod, it appeared he had already heard of Lucius's conditon.
"I'd invite you to stay with me, but the woman's pregnant again, and if I know you as well as I always have, you don't want to stay with a cranky woman and two two-year old twins." Draco's eyes went blank.
"I'll be okay, thank you all the same." Hermione tugged on his sleeve.
"Sorry. This is my cousin Damien Malfoy III, and this is Mudblood. Hermione Granger." Hermione glared at him hatefully. His eyes seemed to be emotionless, unreadable. His voice mocking. Turning away from him, she gritted her teeth and smiled at Damien.
"How do you do?"
"Whoa, upper class London. How on earth do you know her? Oh, and I thought you knew better than to talk about 'Mudblood's' to me, Draco." The tone was a little frostier than Hermione expected. Damien turned to her.
"I have a muggle-born wife at home. I understand what it feels like to be predjudiced against by the Malfoy's first hand, trust me." He explained. Draco's lip curled into a sneer. Damien suddenly stood properly, removing his hand from the doorframe where he had been slouching and bending to pick up his shopping bags.
"Anyway cousin. Feel free to visit me as long as you are here. I cannot deny hospitality to my family. Look us up in the phone book." With a casual wave, he walked off.
"Alright then Granger. Shall we continue?"
"Whatever is to your liking, Master Malfoy." With ice in her voice, she looked at him, disgusted before walking off.
'That is really not fair. I meet up with one of my old best friends to find out she wants to kill me, and Malfoy gets to meet his really really hot cousin.' She could feel the tears burning at the backs of her eyes. Brushing them away impatiently, she stormed off into another store.
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"Come on Granger. What's the matter?" He spoke from behind the doors of another changing room.
"NOTHING. I said it once and I'll say it again. I'm just tired, that's all." She spoke from the cubicle next to him.
"Yeah, tell me about it. I still have bruises on my bruises." She was amazed at how quickly he changed from an asshole to a cheery, good-natured person. She didn't respond to him.
He heaved a sigh.
"Come on. What is it?" She looked up, screaming as Draco smirked from over the partition between the cubicles.
"AAAAahhh! Pervert!" She clutched a shirt to her chest.
"Hush Granger, someone will hear you!" He smirked evilly, then dropped down. Her anger flared. Bursting out of her cubicle, she threw open the door to his.
"You are such a jerk! I'm going to kill you Malfoy!" She pushed him against the wall, then shut the door behind her.
"Ooh. I like this. Me and you, half-naked in a dressing room. I wonder what will happen next?" He grinned cheekily as she punched him, causing his head to snap sideways.
Her anger dissipated as she just kept striking at him. After three blows rained upon him, she realised that he wasn't hitting back. And it must hurt him like hell, because he winced and gritted his teeth after every blow. He was still injured. Oh God, she had lost her temper at an invalid. She stepped back, chest heaving, wide-eyed. Draco opened his eyes.
"Ow. Fesity. You're cute when you're mad, you know that?" He said tiredly, then closed his eyes again, waiting for the blows. Call him a masochist, but...
His eyes flew open when he felt soft arms wrap around him, and soft skin press against his chest.
"G...Granger?" something wet tricked down his chest, coming to rest in his navel.
"I'm sorry." Her head was buried into his chest, and her voice was shaking. Was she crying? He hauled her up to a sitting position in his lap, and sighed.
"Tell me what's the matter."
"No. There's nothing to tell. You're a Malfoy after all." He cursed, muttering, and released one of his hands to search through his pockets for his handkerchief.
"There there. Not all Malfoy's are bad. Damien was nice to you, wasn't he?" She sniffled.
'But I won't say I'll be the same, Granger.' he thought.
"I'm still sorry." She turned her head away from him.
"Come on. You're big bad Granger. Nothing gets to you." He cajoled her. He was beginning to worry. Not only did he have a Gryffindor sitting on his lap crying, it was Granger, and he was comforting her.
"You know, in Slytherin a couple of months ago, we had a bet over the most unreachable girl at the school, and you know what? It was you." He rested his head on her back. Such soft skin...
"That's supposed to make me feel better?" she asked miserably. He sighed and forced himself to continue, forced himself to form the words that came from his mouth.
"Yes. It means that you've got more virtue than anyone else. You're more of a challenge than anyone else. You're wanted by more people than you know, Granger, simply because of that." She turned around to look at him, and his arms tightened around her. He leaned forward and kissed the trails her tears had left behind.
"You could be so much prettier you know."
"Oh thanks." she remarked sarcastically.
They sat in silence.
"Come on Granger, I like being hit." He raised his left eyebrow saucily.
"This doesn't change anything Malfoy. I still hate you." She spoke thoughtfully.
"I hate you too, Mudblood." But his arms didn't move, and it lacked it's usual conviction.
"Thank-you." She whispered, as she disentangled herself from his arms. He gave her a crooked smile.
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"So. Boxers, or briefs?"
"Boxers. Definitely boxers." Draco shuddered.
"Oh, I don't know." She gave a sly smile.
"I think you might look cute in briefs." He gave her a disgusted look.
"Not that you'd ever see anyway, Granger. NO BRIEFS." She sighed and returned the Calvin Kleins to the rack.
"Hmmm...now then..."
"Well, I do like these." She smirked, pulling out a pair of red and gold boxers. Draco didn't know how on earth she had managed to find those, of all boxers, from the rack, but she had.
"I'll wear them if you wear..." He searched around.
"This." He returned to the aisle with a smirk on his face, a green and silver thong hanging daintily from his forefinger and thumb.
"Oh no Malfoy...no way." She shook her head determinedly.
"Suit yourself." With a smirk he stuck it at random on the rack.
"You can't do that!" She looked scandalized. He rolled his eyes. Of course. Being Perfect Granger, she'd have OCD as well.
"Oh come on Granger, what did you think they employed these people for? Shoo, let me pick my own clothing, thank you." She stepped aside, then picked up the thong, intending to return it to it's original place. Looking down at it, it wasn't too bad. Not as tacky as she would have thought, at least. She bit her lip.
"I'll wear it if you wear the gryffindor boxers." Her voice startled her. What a stupid game, now he'd think she was immature and insult her yet again, and she didn't know if she could handle bursting into tears for a third time...
"Deal. Now shoo." Draco waved his hands at her absently, picking up a white cotton business shirt.
"Tie? Or no tie..." He muttered to himself.
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"Draco I'm tired." Hermione collapsed on a seat. He raised his eyebrow at her.
"Oh come on Granger, you have no stamina. No wonder you don't go shopping very often. Well, as long as you're with me I'm going to have to change that." He dropped his bags and ran a hand through his hair.
"Now, let's look at you." He seemed not to notice the huge crowds passing behind him, the huge swirls of people populating the mall. All the girls checking him out. And a couple of guys. Hermione rolled her eyes. Of course, it was Draco Malfoy. He expected it.
"Hmmm. You're hair needs something to be done with it. You need a little moisturiser. And cleanser, damn! Mmm...I don't suppose you have any make up do you?" Hermione was beginning to get a little scared.
"No, and I don't want any, thank-you!" She snapped.
"Nonsense." He roughly pulled her to her feet, dumping her shopping bags in her arms as he scooped his own up.
"We're taking you to a hairdresser's right now."
"I DON'T WANT TO!"
"Heh heh, she's such a joke." He smiled sheepishly at passers by, grabbing Hermione's arm.
"Let's go." She couldn't be bothered arguing.
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"You know, you completely wreck the look when you growl like that." Draco walked along jauntily. At least he had repaid Granger a little now. The girl behind him snarled, then pouted sulkily.
"I'm hungry."
"Yeah me too. I'm going to have pasta. You shouldn't eat Granger...lose some weight."
"You are such a jackass. I hate you!" She stamped her foot shakily.
"Oh, darling, I love you!" and he walked away in the direction of the food hall.
"Grrrr..." Walking unsteadily on her new high heels, Hermione gave chase as quickly as she was able.
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"Hey, look who's home, it's...Whoa! 'Mione, what happened to you?" Josh was up again, and somehow three more of his friends had managed to find their way in.
"Draco." She stomped up the stairs. Josh winked at Draco.
"Ah, don't worry bout her. She'll be fine. Good job." Draco smirked.
"This is Randy, Diego, Samson. This is 'Mione's 'friend', Draco." Draco didn't like the inflection that Josh had put on 'friend'. And there was that bloody Daniel smirking at him again.
"We're not friends. She found me on the street."
"Yeah, sure sure. That sounds even better." Daniel winked at him. "We're gonna hit the nightspot later on, you want to come with us?"
"What's that?"
Josh shook his head as the others laughed lightly.
"Lead a sheltered life, don't you? Going dancing...you know...music, chicks, drinking...stuff." The others laughed again. None of it registered with Draco.
"Ahh, maybe another time. I'm sure you'd like to spend time alone with 'Mione." Josh spoke as his friends sniggered, though not in an unfriendly way.
"Probably not. Er...well I'll be in my room."
"Catch ya." They returned to talking about where to go that night.
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"Hermione?"
"Urk! Wait a sec!" He entered to see Hermione wrapped in a towel.
"Sorry, did I come at a bad time?"
"Noooo..."
"Oh, good. I just need to name the cat." He held out the fluffball.
"How about...Snowball?" It was the first thing she could think off. She was frantic to get him out of her room.
"Yeah okay." he frowned, as if puzzled.
"Didn't you have a cat, Cricksherks or something?"
"Yeah, Crookshank's staying at school these holidays."
They stood in silence.
"Er...well I'll be in my room."
"Yea...I'll be getting changed."
Blushing, Draco left.
'Well that was awkward.' he muttered.
In her room Hermione dropped the towel.
"Damn, this thong actually looks good."
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(AUTHOR'S NOTE: Should I leave it here? Continue? Who's Yuri? Okay...)
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"Snowball...come here kitty...look, Draco's got a treat for you..." Draco Malfoy sat on his bed, waving a fillet of salmon above the kitten's nose. She leapt for it playfully, batting at the meat.
They were both startled by a thump from the window.
"What the-" Draco scrambled off the bed, fillet dangling from one hand as Snowball attempted to attack his arm.
"Errr..." A dazed, ancient-looking owl was trying to get off the ground, three stories down where it had fallen.
"Here Snowball. I think I'd better go tell Granger. It must be a letter from her two boyfriends."
He knocked on the door, and he could hear music playing faintly.
"Kiss me...under the milky twilight..." So the Mudblood could sing. Not very well, but she wasn't too bad either.
"Granger?" He pushed the door open.
"Eek! Get out! Pervert!" Hermion grabbed the nearest thing, a book, and clasped it to her chest.
"Ah, c'mon Mudblood, you ain't got nothing I haven't seen before. Just thought I'd like to tell you that there's a half-dead excuse for an owl lying on your lawns." Draco sighed.
"It's lawn Draco, there's no plural. Now get out." She picked up another book to throw at him.
"How disgusting. Shave under your armpits once in a while, Granger." With a smirk he ducked out as Hermione brought the book away and looked under her arms instinctively, confused.
"But there's nothing..." Realisation dawned. "I'm gonna kill that bastard." She huffed.
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"So what's your love letter say, Granger?" Draco poked his head in through her doorway.
"What the- Can't you just leave me alone? Get out of my room, Malfoy!"
"Oh, so you wanna do it in my room instead, hey?"
"You sick perverted little twat! Just because I'm nice enough to take you in you think you're welcome to crack onto me, hey? After I gave you hospitality...and fed you, and looked after you...and I'm a Mudblood, aren't I? Gotta resort to screwing muggles coz there's no one else for you? Poor little Draco, gone two whole days without fuckin a whore! Why don't you go downtown and get a prostitute?"
"Why should I when I can just pay you?" Draco smirked, covering his surprise at her outburst.
"Horny little bastard!" She growled.
"Please. I was born within wedlock, thank-you. Oh come on Granger. All I do is make a little remark and you blow it out of proportion. You must be frigid or something."
"I hate you, Malfoy." He walked into her room and stood behind her, smirking evilly. Hermione tensed up. What was he doing?
"Anyway, it's not like I did this..." He whispered into her ear as he trailed a finger down her bare shoulders, slipping the strap of her tank-top down her arms.
"Or this..." He brushed his fingers lightly against the side of her breasts, down her ribs and across her stomach.
"Or this." Hermione stood shocked as she felt his soft kisses on her neck, burning a trail as her pulse raced. He moaned into her skin, nipping at her earlobe and trailing a hand down her throat. This could not be happening. This was not real.
"G...Get off me Malfoy." She swallowed hard.
"Why Granger...I do believe that you like this." He wrapped his arms around her waist. She stiffened.
"What's the matter? Wish it was Harry instead? Or maybe that poor fool Ron." He hissed, but continuing his soft kisses down her shoulders and arms.
"Get out Malfoy." Her voice was still shaking.
"Okay." he said simply, just walking away, leaving Hermione burning. With anger or desire. Maybe both.
"He's just doing it to tease me. I swear."
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AUTHOR'S NOTES:
+ I'm not sure about Murphy's Law. Is that it, or is Murphy's Law the law of gravity?
+ Iorin is the school Hermione previously went to.
+ Okay so I didn't write about Yuri. More about Yuri in future chapters. She's kinda important I guess. Or maybe...I dunno...LOL.
+ And probably no lemon scenes...*shrug* It's up to the readers...review if you want to tell me.
+ Oh! Teehee Draco's such a pervert! I know he's kinda sappy...but he'll get nasty again, just maybe re-directed at someone else...
other notes...
*gleeful laughter* Yes, Eloise has a sub-position in the plot. And possibly so does the slytherin-coloured thong *twitch* And of course...the ever so delicious Damien Malfoy...*drool* I'm sorry, if you read my other fic "The Mirror Front" you'd realise I have a thing for the name...I can't help it!
OK....now THANK-YOU'S...this will take a while. *slaps forehead and groans*
BROKEN-HERMIONE
Draco? Of course he's kinky...would you have him any other way?
ARIES11
Well...you didn't write very much...but this is the next chapter. Did you wait?
SLYTHERINSLUT
Interesting nick. Of course Draco's sexy! Bloody hell...that's basically the only point of the story! To glorify his gorgeous self! Oh...and er...*twiddles fingers* You know, the whole draco-hermione subplot
F_CK_U_F_CK_ME
Ok...you also have a weird nick...Is english not your first language? LOL jks
SANNDY
Do you mind telling me WHY you lloooovvvveee this story? ;)
NUT_MUFFIN
Bwahahaha! As if the eternal muse of orangeness would let me do otherwise! *gleeful cackle* Oh Happosai lay your demons to rest! RANMA IS MINE! *ahem*...okay, so you didn't mention ranma in your review...I had to include the hunk somewhere!
HELLY120
Oh but it's such a cuuuuute little kitty! Secret tip...It's santa's little helper...mwahahaah...no I'm lying again... :( And DanieL? Oh but he's sexy too...I'm gonna dress him up in leather too! *wanders off to turn fic into a bishounen fashion show*
EFA
No! I don't want to! So there! *nyah* Na....here it is...with candy canes! BOYS AND GIRLS 9 SLEEPS TILL CHRISTMAS!
BOOK-LOVER-210
What was low? What did I do? But of course it was Draco's fault! Naturally! mwahahaha...*tries to steal away* Hey! Don't throw shoes at me! Ain't it amusing what muggle drugs do to the wizard system? Let's see Draco on...hmm...what can we put Draco on...*rummages through cupboard* (We could turn this into a multi-million platinum selling game...What Can You Put Draco On and What Stupid Things Will He Do?) *phew* That was a pain to type!
*BLANKESS*
WHY DON'T U AT LEAST LEAVE A NICKNAME! IT'S NOT THAT HARD! Like oogabooga if it'll help! Or chickenhead...or ERMIN! Mwahahahah I love the ermin...*ahem* er..
Of course Draco's evil...he's...*searches for the word* Draco! A slytherin! He just loses most of the appeal if he becomes all mushy and nice...but there's some waff in here and from now on for ya. Stupid bunny made me do it...
THE SLAYER
LOL it was heaps...you are my inspiration and joy to continue chapters...
KELY
LOL I'd have something interesting to say if I knew what comebacks you were talking about... *should probably read my own fics more often...*sweatdrops**
EVA
I did! *Der*
COOL-KITTIE
I did! *der* Sorry...but you two wrote pretty similar things...Why don't I say something about the wonderful pink rabbit who lives at the bottom of my garden? His name is Bumfluff and he brings me pots of leprechaun gold. Stupid vermin...*twitch*
KELLY
I'm so dumb I almost accidentally posted this with your name written as Jelly...*der* It's muggle shopping...I think wizard shopping is overrated after um....five or more years, don't you? I mean, so far the only upgrades have been in quidditch brooms and Weasley's Wizard Wheezes or whatever their prac jokes are called...not that I don't love them of course!
And imagine poor widdle Draco in a big bad nasty dirty Muggle shopping mall...MWAHAHAHAH!
DREAMER
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Chapter 4: Frienemies
"Hey, wake up." Draco opened his eyes to Josh standing at the foot of the bed. His eyes moved to the clock behind Josh. The poor boy had glazed eyes.
"You're up early." It took a while for him to focus, as he spent the time rubbing his eyes and stretching. What time did Muggles wake up? Josh was still looking dazed.
"Yeah. Mum sent me. Maid cooking breakfast. You downstairs. You shopping today. Talk to 'Mione." He yawned, and robotically stumbled back to his room.
"G'night." he called over his shoulder. Draco scratched his head. He was sure it was daytime...
Well. At least Draco knew he had one ally. He looked at the muggle clothing Josh had thrown on his bed with distaste. Shopping was definitely a viable option today.
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Hermione had climbed into the car and dozed off straight after clicking her seat belt. Draco was still having troubles with his. He decided to just hold it in place instead of seeming stupid to these inferior muggles.
"Draco dear, I thought that we'd send Jacob to school first, and then I'd drop 'Mione and you off at the local mall, is that okay? I'd go, but I have to go to work, worse luck." She looked as tired as Hermione. Draco wondered why he was so full of energy.
"That's more than fine Mrs Granger, thank you indeed."
"Oh dear, you don't have any english muggle money, do you? Bye dear!" She waved as Jacob hopped out of the car.
"Er...no, I don't think so."
"Well 'Mione has my credit card, use that and then you can pay her back later, is that okay?"
"Again, that's more than fine, Mrs Granger. I only hope one day I can pay you back for your hospitality." She dismissed him with a blushing wave.
"It's nothing, the least we can do. Now sit back and relax, we'll be at the mall in about half an hour."
"Hey Granger..."
"Rot in hell Malfoy. I'm too tired to beat you up." He smirked, but kept quiet.
Fifteen minutes later...
Draco settled back, eyes closed as he appreciated the music. He felt a weight on his shoulder, and his eyes flew open in surprise. Looking small and vulnerable, Hermione had rested her head on his shoulder, hair hanging over her face. Well, at least she wasn't drooling. He picked a lock of hair up with distaste, so he could see her face.
"Wake up mudblood. Get off me." He whispered urgently as he poked her. She buried her head further onto his shoulder.
"Come on, get off!" He said a little louder. His cheeks flamed as he caught Mrs Granger smirking in the rear view mirror.
"Nice to see you two getting along better." She pulled up in a parking bay.
"Get up Hermione! God's sakes!" He shook his arm, releasing the seat belt he had been holding down. It flew up and smacked him in the cheek.
"Ow." He blinked painfully.
"Huh? Oh, thanks mum." Hermione awoke, and leant over to kiss her mother.
"Bye. Come on Draco, don't be stupid." She got out of the car and walked off, not waiting for him. He could see her yawning sleepily in the distance.
"Bye Mrs Granger, thank you again." Cursing under his breath, he got out and called for Hermione to wait up as he nursed his cheek.
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"So Granger. I guess I must be your dream come true, hey?" He smirked as several girls double-checked him. He jogged to keep up pace with her. She was determinedly climbing the steps.
"Shut up Malfoy. You're the only reason I'm out of bed this early in the morning, and for the life of me I can't figure out why. You're a bloody nightmare, that's what." She growled, pushing open the giant frosted-glass door. Draco blinked, startled, at the sudden onslaught of noise and colour. Far from Knockturn Alley, and far from Diagon Alley, a mall was another entirely new muggle experience. Polished and waxed floors caused him to be more cautious with his steps. Glass, steel and polished marble greeted him from every direction. Head up in wonder, he gasped as he walked into something. He looked down at five feet two of pure...beast.
"Oof! Watch it Granger!" She had turned around, hands planted on her hips.
"You watch it, jackass. I'm the one with the money here." He scowled. It was true.
"Now, what kind of clothes are you into?" He shrugged.
"I've never had cause to lower myself to wearing muggle clothing." He sneered disdainfully. She sighed frustratedly.
"You are an impossible git, you know that, Malfoy? I really despise you sometimes." At a lack of response, she growled and grabbed him by the shirt.
"Come on. We're just going to have to experiment then." Draco protested as she hauled him through the crowds, but he didn't have the heart. She had an evil gleam in her eyes.
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"Okay. Now which store to go to first?" They stood in front of a cul de sac of shops. Hermione was never one for shopping, Draco analyzed. It explained her lack of beauty. After all, the clothes made the man. Or was it something else? Dusting her hands off him, he straightened himself and warily tapped her shoulder.
"If I may suggest something?" A slight smile tugged at his lips. Hermione recognised that barely there smirk. It meant something was about to happen that she didn't want to. She sighed.
"Go ahead Malfoy. The day can't get any worse." She moaned.
By Murphy's law, they did.
"Well well. If it isn't Miss Granger." Hermione's eyes widened as she turned around.
"Eloise?" She asked disbelievingly.
"Oh! How sweet, she remembers me." The girl spoke mockingly. Her friends tittered. Draco stood back, warily.
She was a little taller than Hermione, with straight, shining brown hair and a perfect complexion. Cold slate-grey eyes peered from beneath heavy lashes and pale rosebud lips curled up into a smirk. Behind her was a pack of similar looking girls, all in the same exclusive uniform.
"What happened to you?" Hermione was still in a state of shock.
"Me? Well, after you abandoned us, Mila, Yuri and I split up. Oh, by the way, Yuri's dead." She spoke with a maliciousness in her voice.
The world spun for Hermione. No way was this real. No way. Yuri? But Eloise was continuing on, and Hermione forced herself to listen.
"But you would have known that, if you had stayed. But no, Iorin was never good enough for you, was it? Miss Granger had to ascertain to higher expectations." The girl fluttered her eyelashes as the girls behind her giggled.
"Remember me, Granger?" Another slight girl stepped forward, her shoulders tense as she began to twirl her bag threateningly. Draco began to feel uneasy. What exactly was happening here?
"Lucy?" The girl was in shock. Draco's objective now involved getting her away from this pack of wolves. As he moved forward, Eloise caught sight of him.
"Why hello." She purred. She held out a hand, preventing the rest of the pack from advancing. Draco had never realised how true the term 'a pack of schoolgirls' might be. The differences between these mere muggles and wolves were not numbering many.
"And who might this be?" She stepped closer to Draco.
"Granger. I think we should go." He stepped back, towards Hermione. She was still in shock.
"Why don't you come back to my place? I'm sure we could find something to do with you...Don't worry about her. She's no fun." Eloise pouted sultrily.
"I don't know who you are. Stay away from Granger and I." His eyes narrowed.
"I don't know who you are either," she mocked. "But I will find out. And I'm looking forward to the day we meet again." She motioned for the pack to leave.
"Bye Hermi." she mocked, pushing the smaller girl as they left. Draco turned to look at Hermione and was worried to see tears in her eyes.
"Granger?"
"Leave me alone." She pushed him away.
"Come on Granger. Hermione. Let's go home." He carefully took her arm.
"No. Let's get you some clothes." She was forcing herself not to cry, he could see. He'd done that so many times before.
"I think-" She cut him off midsentence.
"I don't care what you think!" She snapped.
"Anyway, you can't wear my brother's smelly stuff forever." She gave him a shaky, forced smile.
"Come on Granger. I'll keep you safe." It had meant to be mocking, but it somehow came out...nice. He watched in horror as his arm slid around her waist, and surprisingly she didn't protest. Hell, he didn't protest. She sniffed and curled into him. Half of him was disgusted with himself. The other half said it was difficult walking like this, but hey. You couldn't have everything your way.
"I'm not crying because of them, you know." Draco kept silent.
"It's because of Yuri."
"Oh?" She slowly disentangled herself from him and sniffed. Draco sighed and offered his hankerchief to her.
"Thank you." He shrugged.
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"Granger, I can't go out in these." There was panic in his voice.
"Aw, come on Draco! This is meant to be fun!"
"Fun does not have me spilling out of my pants!" He yelled. Hermione's eyes widened, then she snickered. (A/N...mmm...tasty Draco in leather)
"What about the other pair?" His voice relaxed.
"They aren't so bad. If I may say so, I look damn sexy in them." He replied smugly.
"Well, show me then?" After a moments rustling, the door opened to reveal Draco Malfoy, sex god, in a leather shirt with high collar and buckles at the neck. The sleeves were rolled up to the length of three quarter length, and he was wearing baggy pants from some soft material that shimmered subtly.
"Not my style, but I will admit that it's not bad."
"Not bad?" He raised his eyebrow.
"Alright, fine, you look great." She grunted, grouchily.
"But of course I do. I look better than anyone else that ever tried these on, of course."
"I wouldn't be so sure of yourself." A figure spoke from the doorway. Both turned, surprised.
"Cousin Damien." 'Muggle-loving fool. What the bloody hell is he doing here?' He thought.
"Why hello dearest Draco." He replied in the ever-familiar Malfoy drawl. But his mind raced, brought down with a sudden rush of despair and sadness.
'He's been broken. Lucius has tainted this one with his black heart.'
He kept his face statue-smooth, no emotions revealed.
"What happened? We thought you were lost to us." Hermione kept her mouth open. This guy was truly droolworthy. His black hair was streaked with the same white-blonde as Draco's, and his ears bore three rings in the top left cartelidge. He had the eyes of a wolf though. Intense honey-gold. So it obviously was hereditary.
"Mixing with Muggles, Draco?" Damien smiled graciously at Hermione. Well, nice to know the Malfoy's weren't all evil.
"Not of my own choice." From Damien's thoughtful nod, it appeared he had already heard of Lucius's conditon.
"I'd invite you to stay with me, but the woman's pregnant again, and if I know you as well as I always have, you don't want to stay with a cranky woman and two two-year old twins." Draco's eyes went blank.
"I'll be okay, thank you all the same." Hermione tugged on his sleeve.
"Sorry. This is my cousin Damien Malfoy III, and this is Mudblood. Hermione Granger." Hermione glared at him hatefully. His eyes seemed to be emotionless, unreadable. His voice mocking. Turning away from him, she gritted her teeth and smiled at Damien.
"How do you do?"
"Whoa, upper class London. How on earth do you know her? Oh, and I thought you knew better than to talk about 'Mudblood's' to me, Draco." The tone was a little frostier than Hermione expected. Damien turned to her.
"I have a muggle-born wife at home. I understand what it feels like to be predjudiced against by the Malfoy's first hand, trust me." He explained. Draco's lip curled into a sneer. Damien suddenly stood properly, removing his hand from the doorframe where he had been slouching and bending to pick up his shopping bags.
"Anyway cousin. Feel free to visit me as long as you are here. I cannot deny hospitality to my family. Look us up in the phone book." With a casual wave, he walked off.
"Alright then Granger. Shall we continue?"
"Whatever is to your liking, Master Malfoy." With ice in her voice, she looked at him, disgusted before walking off.
'That is really not fair. I meet up with one of my old best friends to find out she wants to kill me, and Malfoy gets to meet his really really hot cousin.' She could feel the tears burning at the backs of her eyes. Brushing them away impatiently, she stormed off into another store.
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"Come on Granger. What's the matter?" He spoke from behind the doors of another changing room.
"NOTHING. I said it once and I'll say it again. I'm just tired, that's all." She spoke from the cubicle next to him.
"Yeah, tell me about it. I still have bruises on my bruises." She was amazed at how quickly he changed from an asshole to a cheery, good-natured person. She didn't respond to him.
He heaved a sigh.
"Come on. What is it?" She looked up, screaming as Draco smirked from over the partition between the cubicles.
"AAAAahhh! Pervert!" She clutched a shirt to her chest.
"Hush Granger, someone will hear you!" He smirked evilly, then dropped down. Her anger flared. Bursting out of her cubicle, she threw open the door to his.
"You are such a jerk! I'm going to kill you Malfoy!" She pushed him against the wall, then shut the door behind her.
"Ooh. I like this. Me and you, half-naked in a dressing room. I wonder what will happen next?" He grinned cheekily as she punched him, causing his head to snap sideways.
Her anger dissipated as she just kept striking at him. After three blows rained upon him, she realised that he wasn't hitting back. And it must hurt him like hell, because he winced and gritted his teeth after every blow. He was still injured. Oh God, she had lost her temper at an invalid. She stepped back, chest heaving, wide-eyed. Draco opened his eyes.
"Ow. Fesity. You're cute when you're mad, you know that?" He said tiredly, then closed his eyes again, waiting for the blows. Call him a masochist, but...
His eyes flew open when he felt soft arms wrap around him, and soft skin press against his chest.
"G...Granger?" something wet tricked down his chest, coming to rest in his navel.
"I'm sorry." Her head was buried into his chest, and her voice was shaking. Was she crying? He hauled her up to a sitting position in his lap, and sighed.
"Tell me what's the matter."
"No. There's nothing to tell. You're a Malfoy after all." He cursed, muttering, and released one of his hands to search through his pockets for his handkerchief.
"There there. Not all Malfoy's are bad. Damien was nice to you, wasn't he?" She sniffled.
'But I won't say I'll be the same, Granger.' he thought.
"I'm still sorry." She turned her head away from him.
"Come on. You're big bad Granger. Nothing gets to you." He cajoled her. He was beginning to worry. Not only did he have a Gryffindor sitting on his lap crying, it was Granger, and he was comforting her.
"You know, in Slytherin a couple of months ago, we had a bet over the most unreachable girl at the school, and you know what? It was you." He rested his head on her back. Such soft skin...
"That's supposed to make me feel better?" she asked miserably. He sighed and forced himself to continue, forced himself to form the words that came from his mouth.
"Yes. It means that you've got more virtue than anyone else. You're more of a challenge than anyone else. You're wanted by more people than you know, Granger, simply because of that." She turned around to look at him, and his arms tightened around her. He leaned forward and kissed the trails her tears had left behind.
"You could be so much prettier you know."
"Oh thanks." she remarked sarcastically.
They sat in silence.
"Come on Granger, I like being hit." He raised his left eyebrow saucily.
"This doesn't change anything Malfoy. I still hate you." She spoke thoughtfully.
"I hate you too, Mudblood." But his arms didn't move, and it lacked it's usual conviction.
"Thank-you." She whispered, as she disentangled herself from his arms. He gave her a crooked smile.
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"So. Boxers, or briefs?"
"Boxers. Definitely boxers." Draco shuddered.
"Oh, I don't know." She gave a sly smile.
"I think you might look cute in briefs." He gave her a disgusted look.
"Not that you'd ever see anyway, Granger. NO BRIEFS." She sighed and returned the Calvin Kleins to the rack.
"Hmmm...now then..."
"Well, I do like these." She smirked, pulling out a pair of red and gold boxers. Draco didn't know how on earth she had managed to find those, of all boxers, from the rack, but she had.
"I'll wear them if you wear..." He searched around.
"This." He returned to the aisle with a smirk on his face, a green and silver thong hanging daintily from his forefinger and thumb.
"Oh no Malfoy...no way." She shook her head determinedly.
"Suit yourself." With a smirk he stuck it at random on the rack.
"You can't do that!" She looked scandalized. He rolled his eyes. Of course. Being Perfect Granger, she'd have OCD as well.
"Oh come on Granger, what did you think they employed these people for? Shoo, let me pick my own clothing, thank you." She stepped aside, then picked up the thong, intending to return it to it's original place. Looking down at it, it wasn't too bad. Not as tacky as she would have thought, at least. She bit her lip.
"I'll wear it if you wear the gryffindor boxers." Her voice startled her. What a stupid game, now he'd think she was immature and insult her yet again, and she didn't know if she could handle bursting into tears for a third time...
"Deal. Now shoo." Draco waved his hands at her absently, picking up a white cotton business shirt.
"Tie? Or no tie..." He muttered to himself.
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"Draco I'm tired." Hermione collapsed on a seat. He raised his eyebrow at her.
"Oh come on Granger, you have no stamina. No wonder you don't go shopping very often. Well, as long as you're with me I'm going to have to change that." He dropped his bags and ran a hand through his hair.
"Now, let's look at you." He seemed not to notice the huge crowds passing behind him, the huge swirls of people populating the mall. All the girls checking him out. And a couple of guys. Hermione rolled her eyes. Of course, it was Draco Malfoy. He expected it.
"Hmmm. You're hair needs something to be done with it. You need a little moisturiser. And cleanser, damn! Mmm...I don't suppose you have any make up do you?" Hermione was beginning to get a little scared.
"No, and I don't want any, thank-you!" She snapped.
"Nonsense." He roughly pulled her to her feet, dumping her shopping bags in her arms as he scooped his own up.
"We're taking you to a hairdresser's right now."
"I DON'T WANT TO!"
"Heh heh, she's such a joke." He smiled sheepishly at passers by, grabbing Hermione's arm.
"Let's go." She couldn't be bothered arguing.
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"You know, you completely wreck the look when you growl like that." Draco walked along jauntily. At least he had repaid Granger a little now. The girl behind him snarled, then pouted sulkily.
"I'm hungry."
"Yeah me too. I'm going to have pasta. You shouldn't eat Granger...lose some weight."
"You are such a jackass. I hate you!" She stamped her foot shakily.
"Oh, darling, I love you!" and he walked away in the direction of the food hall.
"Grrrr..." Walking unsteadily on her new high heels, Hermione gave chase as quickly as she was able.
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"Hey, look who's home, it's...Whoa! 'Mione, what happened to you?" Josh was up again, and somehow three more of his friends had managed to find their way in.
"Draco." She stomped up the stairs. Josh winked at Draco.
"Ah, don't worry bout her. She'll be fine. Good job." Draco smirked.
"This is Randy, Diego, Samson. This is 'Mione's 'friend', Draco." Draco didn't like the inflection that Josh had put on 'friend'. And there was that bloody Daniel smirking at him again.
"We're not friends. She found me on the street."
"Yeah, sure sure. That sounds even better." Daniel winked at him. "We're gonna hit the nightspot later on, you want to come with us?"
"What's that?"
Josh shook his head as the others laughed lightly.
"Lead a sheltered life, don't you? Going dancing...you know...music, chicks, drinking...stuff." The others laughed again. None of it registered with Draco.
"Ahh, maybe another time. I'm sure you'd like to spend time alone with 'Mione." Josh spoke as his friends sniggered, though not in an unfriendly way.
"Probably not. Er...well I'll be in my room."
"Catch ya." They returned to talking about where to go that night.
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"Hermione?"
"Urk! Wait a sec!" He entered to see Hermione wrapped in a towel.
"Sorry, did I come at a bad time?"
"Noooo..."
"Oh, good. I just need to name the cat." He held out the fluffball.
"How about...Snowball?" It was the first thing she could think off. She was frantic to get him out of her room.
"Yeah okay." he frowned, as if puzzled.
"Didn't you have a cat, Cricksherks or something?"
"Yeah, Crookshank's staying at school these holidays."
They stood in silence.
"Er...well I'll be in my room."
"Yea...I'll be getting changed."
Blushing, Draco left.
'Well that was awkward.' he muttered.
In her room Hermione dropped the towel.
"Damn, this thong actually looks good."
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(AUTHOR'S NOTE: Should I leave it here? Continue? Who's Yuri? Okay...)
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"Snowball...come here kitty...look, Draco's got a treat for you..." Draco Malfoy sat on his bed, waving a fillet of salmon above the kitten's nose. She leapt for it playfully, batting at the meat.
They were both startled by a thump from the window.
"What the-" Draco scrambled off the bed, fillet dangling from one hand as Snowball attempted to attack his arm.
"Errr..." A dazed, ancient-looking owl was trying to get off the ground, three stories down where it had fallen.
"Here Snowball. I think I'd better go tell Granger. It must be a letter from her two boyfriends."
He knocked on the door, and he could hear music playing faintly.
"Kiss me...under the milky twilight..." So the Mudblood could sing. Not very well, but she wasn't too bad either.
"Granger?" He pushed the door open.
"Eek! Get out! Pervert!" Hermion grabbed the nearest thing, a book, and clasped it to her chest.
"Ah, c'mon Mudblood, you ain't got nothing I haven't seen before. Just thought I'd like to tell you that there's a half-dead excuse for an owl lying on your lawns." Draco sighed.
"It's lawn Draco, there's no plural. Now get out." She picked up another book to throw at him.
"How disgusting. Shave under your armpits once in a while, Granger." With a smirk he ducked out as Hermione brought the book away and looked under her arms instinctively, confused.
"But there's nothing..." Realisation dawned. "I'm gonna kill that bastard." She huffed.
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"So what's your love letter say, Granger?" Draco poked his head in through her doorway.
"What the- Can't you just leave me alone? Get out of my room, Malfoy!"
"Oh, so you wanna do it in my room instead, hey?"
"You sick perverted little twat! Just because I'm nice enough to take you in you think you're welcome to crack onto me, hey? After I gave you hospitality...and fed you, and looked after you...and I'm a Mudblood, aren't I? Gotta resort to screwing muggles coz there's no one else for you? Poor little Draco, gone two whole days without fuckin a whore! Why don't you go downtown and get a prostitute?"
"Why should I when I can just pay you?" Draco smirked, covering his surprise at her outburst.
"Horny little bastard!" She growled.
"Please. I was born within wedlock, thank-you. Oh come on Granger. All I do is make a little remark and you blow it out of proportion. You must be frigid or something."
"I hate you, Malfoy." He walked into her room and stood behind her, smirking evilly. Hermione tensed up. What was he doing?
"Anyway, it's not like I did this..." He whispered into her ear as he trailed a finger down her bare shoulders, slipping the strap of her tank-top down her arms.
"Or this..." He brushed his fingers lightly against the side of her breasts, down her ribs and across her stomach.
"Or this." Hermione stood shocked as she felt his soft kisses on her neck, burning a trail as her pulse raced. He moaned into her skin, nipping at her earlobe and trailing a hand down her throat. This could not be happening. This was not real.
"G...Get off me Malfoy." She swallowed hard.
"Why Granger...I do believe that you like this." He wrapped his arms around her waist. She stiffened.
"What's the matter? Wish it was Harry instead? Or maybe that poor fool Ron." He hissed, but continuing his soft kisses down her shoulders and arms.
"Get out Malfoy." Her voice was still shaking.
"Okay." he said simply, just walking away, leaving Hermione burning. With anger or desire. Maybe both.
"He's just doing it to tease me. I swear."
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AUTHOR'S NOTES:
+ I'm not sure about Murphy's Law. Is that it, or is Murphy's Law the law of gravity?
+ Iorin is the school Hermione previously went to.
+ Okay so I didn't write about Yuri. More about Yuri in future chapters. She's kinda important I guess. Or maybe...I dunno...LOL.
+ And probably no lemon scenes...*shrug* It's up to the readers...review if you want to tell me.
+ Oh! Teehee Draco's such a pervert! I know he's kinda sappy...but he'll get nasty again, just maybe re-directed at someone else...
other notes...
*gleeful laughter* Yes, Eloise has a sub-position in the plot. And possibly so does the slytherin-coloured thong *twitch* And of course...the ever so delicious Damien Malfoy...*drool* I'm sorry, if you read my other fic "The Mirror Front" you'd realise I have a thing for the name...I can't help it!
OK....now THANK-YOU'S...this will take a while. *slaps forehead and groans*
BROKEN-HERMIONE
Draco? Of course he's kinky...would you have him any other way?
ARIES11
Well...you didn't write very much...but this is the next chapter. Did you wait?
SLYTHERINSLUT
Interesting nick. Of course Draco's sexy! Bloody hell...that's basically the only point of the story! To glorify his gorgeous self! Oh...and er...*twiddles fingers* You know, the whole draco-hermione subplot
F_CK_U_F_CK_ME
Ok...you also have a weird nick...Is english not your first language? LOL jks
SANNDY
Do you mind telling me WHY you lloooovvvveee this story? ;)
NUT_MUFFIN
Bwahahaha! As if the eternal muse of orangeness would let me do otherwise! *gleeful cackle* Oh Happosai lay your demons to rest! RANMA IS MINE! *ahem*...okay, so you didn't mention ranma in your review...I had to include the hunk somewhere!
HELLY120
Oh but it's such a cuuuuute little kitty! Secret tip...It's santa's little helper...mwahahaah...no I'm lying again... :( And DanieL? Oh but he's sexy too...I'm gonna dress him up in leather too! *wanders off to turn fic into a bishounen fashion show*
EFA
No! I don't want to! So there! *nyah* Na....here it is...with candy canes! BOYS AND GIRLS 9 SLEEPS TILL CHRISTMAS!
BOOK-LOVER-210
What was low? What did I do? But of course it was Draco's fault! Naturally! mwahahaha...*tries to steal away* Hey! Don't throw shoes at me! Ain't it amusing what muggle drugs do to the wizard system? Let's see Draco on...hmm...what can we put Draco on...*rummages through cupboard* (We could turn this into a multi-million platinum selling game...What Can You Put Draco On and What Stupid Things Will He Do?) *phew* That was a pain to type!
*BLANKESS*
WHY DON'T U AT LEAST LEAVE A NICKNAME! IT'S NOT THAT HARD! Like oogabooga if it'll help! Or chickenhead...or ERMIN! Mwahahahah I love the ermin...*ahem* er..
Of course Draco's evil...he's...*searches for the word* Draco! A slytherin! He just loses most of the appeal if he becomes all mushy and nice...but there's some waff in here and from now on for ya. Stupid bunny made me do it...
THE SLAYER
LOL it was heaps...you are my inspiration and joy to continue chapters...
KELY
LOL I'd have something interesting to say if I knew what comebacks you were talking about... *should probably read my own fics more often...*sweatdrops**
EVA
I did! *Der*
COOL-KITTIE
I did! *der* Sorry...but you two wrote pretty similar things...Why don't I say something about the wonderful pink rabbit who lives at the bottom of my garden? His name is Bumfluff and he brings me pots of leprechaun gold. Stupid vermin...*twitch*
KELLY
I'm so dumb I almost accidentally posted this with your name written as Jelly...*der* It's muggle shopping...I think wizard shopping is overrated after um....five or more years, don't you? I mean, so far the only upgrades have been in quidditch brooms and Weasley's Wizard Wheezes or whatever their prac jokes are called...not that I don't love them of course!
And imagine poor widdle Draco in a big bad nasty dirty Muggle shopping mall...MWAHAHAHAH!
DREAMER
Cool nick, this is one I often use. LOL But what if I don't like cherries? Nah, I'm jking...here ya go, hope it was ok...*hint hint* feedback would be good...
DREAMER
Hey! Dammit I only just realised that this was the same person as above....*shows how slow I am) LOL clever girl, you're smarter than I am. But er...this is as far as I've got so far so you're just gonna have to make do with only one chapter. It's bloody long though!
KELLY
I think I got two reviews...or more....and four from two different people with two from each...*shrug* I quit math, I dunno (which explains a lot of calculations and errors within the story...LOL don't tease me)
CHAOTIC SLYTHERIN
I HATE KYLIE MINOGUE! There...now I've said that which has no relevance to you whatsoever...THANKS FOR THE REVIEW! Er...I don't actually believe in Harry too much...but...I'll try for the sake of more Draco in leather clothing. LOL did your sister find it entertaining? I know sometimes I read weird fics and I laugh so hard I can't breathe and my parents think I'm dumb for laughing at a computer. I don't think they understand it's what's on the computer...*der* I was wondering whether that part was kinda lame...but you cheered me up a lot! *hugz* thanks! And maybe not Daniel fighting him...maybe Mr Granger instead...*shrug* I'll see if i can't fit in a sweaty, bruised, angry, passionate Draco somewhere...*swoon* Think Brad Pitt from Fight Club...............................*falls off chair*
PIKACHUFAN4288
Ha ha I love Pikachu. I love James more...*drool* Stupid Togepi...Togepi should get cooked! I think the espeon (and vespeon?) is the cutest evoloutioN! Er...sorry if you don't know what I'm talking about... ANYWAY
HI!!!! And thanks for the review!
KAPPARAN MAJIC
Of course it's a strange story. I'M THE AUTHOR Have you not read anything I've written? *rolls eyes* Some poor people. I hope you continue to like the way it's going because if not...well...I suck.
Nevermind.
Thanks for reviewing!
and last but not least...the great great
SILVERDRAGON
Ahhh! It's one of the originals! Have I done a chapter to you yet? I really should probably go and read what I've written....*twitch* Well here's the next chapter....I hope it's okay!
well that's it boys and girls....
maybe if you're good santa and his merry gay reindeer will bring you another chapter before christmas...which is probably not likely seeing as I have a part-time job now...I know...shock horror Sila has been employed despite all scruffiness and fleas...
I get to wear a santa hat! Now if that isn't cool...neither is fricken Action Man. And he is NOT cool...
until next time
~Sila XOXO