Chapter 6: Desire Me
I was so comfortable. Dare I admit it, but this couch was made very finely. I could turn in any direction and still be engulfed with comfortable material. It was surprising, I thought that Muggles lived like scavengers. I guess I was wrong about that, but I'm not going to admit that to anyone anytime soon.
My dreams are quite agreeable also. They are full of beautiful naked women, fawning over me. Just the way it should be. That is until one unfortunately recognizable girl comes into my sight line surrounded by the down right wonderfully curved and endowed women. What the hell was Granger doing in my dream? She was ruining it for me. Oh god! This fantasy dream has turned into a nightmare.
She stood resolutely in front of me, staring at me with her dark brown eyes actually holding my attention. Since this dream was my own, I was situated on a silver lounge, stretched out and watching the show of these women happily. That is until Granger starts to do a strip tease in front of me.
I can say that I am completely affronted. I mean, of course she would do that in reality, any girl would die to give me a lap dance. But damn, I never thought it would happen in my dreams. I am above that. But none the less, I find my self unable to look away as she peels one piece of clothing after the other, showing me her bare skin. Oh…my…god…
I couldn't help but sit up a little straighter as she rocked her hips in tune with non existent music, side to side. Side to side. It was hypnotic. I couldn't turn away. Her long fingers soon pulled the string on her skirt which was keeping it up, and boldly uncovered her underwear and long legs. Flawlessly smooth, long legs… Argh! No! Granger does not have a body like that! She doesn't even have good posture. She is bent double, her legs are stubby, and she usually hobbles from class to class. Mark my words I have seen it.
But this Granger standing in front of me in my dream was not like the Granger I knew. She was slim, curvy, toned and beautiful. If only she didn't have that bushy hair then she would be something to behold. In fact, her bushy hair, still intact even in my dreams, was the only thing that kept me in my seat and my mind.
She approached me slowly, bending a little so I could see the crevice between her breasts. Oh, I couldn't move. She leaned over to my ear, her lips so rosy and devoid of the dryness and cracks she had in reality. She breathed out deeply and sighed in my ear, causing me to shiver all over. She then whispered "Make me more desirable, Draco. Desire me and I will be yours. When you do that, we can go somewhere and…"
"GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE!" A scream echoed throughout the house. Then something hard, with stiff and dusty bristles, whacked me repeatedly over the head.
I groaned loudly and turned away into the back of the couch, attempting to escape the hurtful blows.
"Didn't you hear me, Malfoy! I said, GET OUT!" The voice came again, becoming more demanding.
Damn, her voice was like a banshee! I held my ears out of sheer fear that I may loose my hearing. "Calm down, Granger!" I mumbled. I winced as another series of blows battered me, from what I supposed was a kitchen broom.
"I will not calm down, Malfoy. You are here. In my house, when I specifically asked you not to be here when I woke up." She downed the broom once more on my ribs. But it didn't get there, for I being the skilled and simply wonderful Seeker I am, had snatched at the bristles and held them in a vice like grip.
I turned irritably and glared at her with clenched teeth "Is this the way you treat all your guests?" I asked, staring at her with a questioning glare. "Remind me next time to stay at a hotel. I do need my beauty sleep." I force a smirk at her, though it looked more like a grimace.
"You should have done that in the first place. You have money! Why didn't you do that?" Granger demanded, yanking at the broom unsuccessfully.
I pulled on the broom once and it came free from her grip. I held in it my hands thoughtfully, thinking over the dream I had had. I then smiled charmingly at her and said "The money I have is for you, my darling."
She faltered completely. I expected she would, it was not in my character to give anyone anything. But seeing as this was needed, I will treat her to something she would not forget in a life time.
"I will not be bought by the likes of you or any other man, Malfoy. Now please, I do not want to have to resort to cursing you again. But please just leave my house." She stated tiredly, rubbing her eyes.
Ignoring her request, I looked at her with the most caring look I could muster "Didn't have a good sleep?" I enquire, not really caring, but hey? I need to act it don't I?
Her eyes narrowed on me "Of course I didn't! I had a sleazy git sleeping in my living room."
"What happened to the stepping stone we made last night?" I questioned, hoping that my conjured rose had some effect. I had not done it out of the goodness of my heart. I had done it to make her fall for me. Obviously, it's not going to be as simple as that.
" i Stepping stone /i , Malfoy? What i stepping stone /i ? You gave me a damn rose and said you loved me out of the blue! What the hell do you expect me to do? Say I love you back, after all the years you have taunted me and that you have hated me? It's never going to happen. I hate you." She finished definitely. How very wrong she was.
"Never say never, lovely. It will get you nowhere." I said with a grin. Okay, so I was flirting with Granger, the lost cause and this is really out of character. But I had to give my self up for a little while. Don't worry I will be back once this assignment is over. Nothing can keep the real Draco Malfoy behind close doors. Not for ever anyway.
Granger sighed and turned away from me and walked into the kitchen. I threw the broom aside and followed her, just for a chance to put my new idea in to the swing of things. If I make her desirable to me, maybe my fake feelings will be a bit less forced. I was doing it for myself of course. I couldn't stand to look at her like this. The constantly red puffy eyes, the out of control hair, the body that was constantly hidden beneath heavy garments. You never know what could be hidden beneath all of that. I was going to find out.
"I think you need a day of retail therapy." I stated from the doorway of the kitchen. She turned and looked at me sternly, her teeth bared and clenched.
"I do not need i retail therapy /i , Malfoy. What I need is some time to my self and you to get the hell away from me." She stated sternly, turning away from me once more and opening a cupboard above her, retrieving a glass. She then turned to the refrigerator and pulled out a carton of milk, pouring herself a glass. She obviously didn't see me bite my lip in frustration and anger.
"Please Hermione, don't mock me. The thing I hate the most is to be mocked." I warned.
Hermione turned to me and smiled coldly with the glass of milk half way up to her lips. She cocked her head to the side and said "Then don't give me so many chances to mock you, Malfoy."
I turned away from her, leaning heavily on the door frame with my arms. I had to calm down. I had to forget about my pet hates. I had to forget about the fact that I was in the same room as the person I despise the most. And also, the fact that by the time this assignment is swinging successfully, I would be sharing the same bed as her, touching her skin, hearing her declarations of love repeatedly… oh someone save me.
I turn back to face her, and do the terrible thing of approaching her slowly. The glass of milk slowly lowered from her lips and onto the counter when she noticed I was approaching. I reached her quickly and wrapped my arms around her, fighting her attempts at freeing herself.
She was quite a handful to calm down. But once she relaxed, she was putty for me to mould. I leaned my lips to her ear and whispered "You are hurting badly, aren't you?"
I was amazed to feel her nod slowly against my chest. Wow, this was actually working. I clear my throat and continue my whisper in her ear "Where are Harry and Ron? Surely they should be here" I ask, knowing the answer.
She looked up at me slowly, her eyes shining with tears. Then I see the moist patches on my shirt Damn, and this was my favorite bed time shirt too. Fuck! I looked down at her, doing my best to hold back my displeasure at that moment and she stared at me sadly "I wrote to them the moment it happened. But they haven't replied. I guess they haven't received the letters yet, or well… I guess…"
"You guess what?" I pry, staring at her unwaveringly.
She shook her head stubbornly, "No, I am being stupid. Harry and Ron would never forget about me, they wouldn't ignore me. They mustn't have received the letters. I think I will write some more." She pulled away from me at that, and left me standing in the middle of the kitchen staring after her, shaking my head and thinking what an idiot she was.
I waited a few moments in the kitchen hearing ruffling parchment and the consistent scratching of a quill. I let her continue with her pointless letter writing. If she continued to receive no answer from the letters then she would be looking for new friends. And I will be here. And also, I couldn't cheat the Death Eaters, whom were watching the house and intercepting mail, out of having a laugh at the countless heart broken letters. I didn't want to ruin their fun.
Once I heard the sweep of owl's wings and a window closing, I thought it best to appear. I entered the room, and Granger looked up at once.
I shifted my feet nervously on purpose. I didn't want her to think I was so sure of myself. To her, I had just been bashed by my father, banished and disowned by my family and was running from the Dark Lord himself. I took a quick glance at her then looked hurriedly at my feet. She was smiling.
"What are you smiling about?" I enquire to my shoes, fighting the temptation to knock my self in the head for going against my looking-at-the-person-you-are-speaking-to rule.
"Just the fact, that I have just won fifty galleons from both Ron and Harry." She sighed, smiling victoriously.
My eyes sprang from the ground and right at her. I never thought Granger was a betting person. Damn. "What have you being betting on?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.
"You." She replied simply.
I smile handsomely at her (how else could I possibly smile?) "And what was this bet about?" I ask, approaching her slowly.
"I am not going to say." Granger sniffed, looking away from me.
I sighed, and did the uncharacteristic thing of giving up "Fine, have it your way. But for punishment, I am taking you out shopping. I will drag you there if I have to. You have to get your mind off of those stupid careless gits, because honestly, it will not do well to dwell on those things."
She stared at me in shock "Uh, Malfoy. I think you are forgetting something…" she said, bending down to pick something up off the floor.
"And what is that?" I ask, sweetly.
Granger's face fell and a dark shadow crossed her expression, brandishing the broom she had used on me previously "Harry and Ron are not gits. And I still hate you." She stated, whacking me in the head with the broom.
I fell backwards, rubbing my head repeatedly. DAMNIT THAT FUCKING HURT! "Don't you have any damn respect woman! I was just trying to get you out of the damn house. Fuck! Why the hell did you have to do that?"
"Because you're not listening to me!" Granger snapped.
"When do I ever listen to you? Hmm?" I questioned.
Granger froze with her index finger pointing threateningly at me. I sighed, gathering myself off the ground and forcing a smile onto my face. I am going to get sick of smiling by the end of this "If you won't leave your house… then I will bring the shops to you."