AN: I didn't put an authors note in the last chapter. :( I wanted to thank my favorite reviewers. smileylol: I'm so glad to see your review, thanks for picking up another of my stories; LovetobeFaith: I love reading your reviews and I'm glad your friend liked my story; xxxchelso: I'm glad you like the shortness of my chapters, i'd hate to bore my readers; and rec2527: I'm glad you agree that it would make revenge too easy. Well, that's it. On with the next chapter.
"I need a place to relax. I need a place to relax. I need a place to relax," Hermione thought as she passed the wall. The Room of Requirements' door appeared like it was suppose to and Hermione walked in. She'd found the room when she'd been worked up about not making the Quidditch team. Harry had said she would do fine, then again, he was the one that had convinced her to try out in the first place. Anyway, Hermione had paced to let off some extra energy, telling herself that she needed to relax. The door had appeared and, when she'd opened it, she found exactly what she saw now.
A large trampoline stood in the middle of the high ceilinged room, a couple of comfy mats placed around the base just in case if she fell off. A couch and a small fridge were in the corner, as well as a muggle boombox. For some reason, if an electrical appliance was in the Room of Requirements, it worked normally and without a problem.
Hermione shut the door and took her shoes off. She climbed onto the trampoline in her bare feet and sighed at the feel. This was just like the trampoline she'd had at her Gran's. At Gran's cottage, she'd had a large trampoline that Hermione and the neighborhood kids would play on all summer. She'd felt so free when she was on that thing, touching the sky. Maybe that was why she liked flying so much. It remembered her of Gran's cottage and the summer's she'd spend there when her parents were busy with conferences.
She tossed her sweater over to the couch and gave a small bounce before jumping. Her feet left the trampoline and she felt a tingle run up her back. Hermione had needed a good bounce for a long time. Her feet landed on the material again and she launched herself up again. She flipped forward, landing on the trampoline. She continued to bounce, doing flips and turns.
Back at Gran's, Hermione and the kids had shown off for their parents while they visited. A few of the older girls were in gymnastics and had taught the younger kids some of their moves. It had been one of the older boys who had dared them to do the tricks on the trampoline. Hermione had taken the dare and showed those boys who the big girl was.
Hermione laughed as she remembered their faces when she'd managed to do a summersault in mid air and land without breaking anything. She looked over and waved her hand at the boombox. A high beat song played through the room, but was quickly switched to a Christmas song by an American singer. Hermione smiled and started to sing. "Santa can you hear me?" she sang, jumping in the air and turning in a tight circle. Her hair hit her face, but she only brushed it away and laughed. She jumped again and did a summersault, landing on the bouncy part of the trampoline back first. The material under her bounced slightly, throwing her an inch or two up into the air, but Hermione just continued to smile.
The song continued and then faded. It was placed with 'Baby, It's cold outside'. Hermione just closed her eyes and let her heavy breathing fill the room. The material under her was cool except for the place where she'd been jumping. Jumping on trampolines or flying during a game, it didn't matter. They both made her relax and unwind. She needed both right now. If she didn't relax before a job, she made so many mistakes, it was like she never should have done it in the first place.
Hermione let the music wash over her and her eyes slowly started to close. She let them, intending to only rest them, but soon enough, she had fallen asleep.
Draco opened the door to the Room of Requirements and paused. It wasn't every day you saw a giant trampoline in the middle of the room with a sleeping Granger on it. Soft Christmas music from America was playing from a boombox in the corner. Draco walked over to the trampoline and stared at the girl. Her hair was flared around her, as if she'd recently been jumping. Her even breaths expanded the white tank top she wore and Draco hardened as he stared at her breasts. His hands itched to reach out and cup them. They remembered her feel, how his hands could cover her breasts without a problem. They were just the right size. Not like that Ravenclaw girl's, which had been too big.
Slowly, he reached out. Just as he was about to touch her, she grumbled something and turned her back to him. Draco let out a breath that she didn't wake up. He stared at her for a moment. He'd found one could learn a lot from someone when they watched them sleep. For instance, Draco had no idea that Granger curled up so her knees almost touched her abdomen. It looked like she was cuddling next to someone or something.
An idea popped into his head and he magically locked the door so no one would interrupt them. Then, taking off his shoes and socks, he climbed up next to Granger, making sure to move slowly as not to wake her too soon. He laid next to her and placed a hand on her hip. Granger turned to face him and curled into his chest as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Draco froze. He hadn't expected her to practically wrap herself around his body. Then again, he didn't know anything about Granger's sleeping habits. That would change soon. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her tighter, leaning against his other hand. Granger sighed and rubbed her head against his chest. Draco's body hardened even more at the action. It was so sexy to him and it made him wonder what she was dreaming about that made her act this way.
Granger reached up and stroked his hair. She smiled in her sleep and said, "Good boy, Tyson. You're always so nice and soft."
Draco almost laughed, but hid it. Tyson? What kind of person named their kid that? Nice and soft, huh? Was Tyson Granger's boyfriend? So, she wasn't as innocent as he thought. He moved his hand down her back and rested it on her bum.
She squirmed, frowning. "Get off my legs, boy," she said. "I hate it when you shed on my pants."
Draco looked at her a bit confused. Shed? Guys didn't shed. Unless Tyson was- "You stupid dog, get off my back," Granger said. She squirmed a bit before opening her eyes. For a moment, she was confused at where she was. Then, her eyes traveled up and met his.
"Sleep well?" he asked, smirking.
She jumped and tried to slide away. Draco only rolled her over and pinned her with his body. Granger tried to buck him off, but he held. The actions only made him harder. "Get off me, Malfoy," she said.
"Why?" he goaded. "You were the one who was cuddling up to me, calling me a good boy and saying that I'm nice and soft." He smirked at her blushing face. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you liked me, Granger."
"In your dreams, Malfoy," she said, struggling against his hold on her wrists. "What are you doing here?"
Draco chuckled. "Dumbledore said you needed help with the Christmas party. I'm here to help."
"Really? Because it feels like you want to pick up where I stopped you last night," Granger said.
"Is that an offer, Granger?" Draco asked. Her face turned red. Draco smirked and leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Admit it, Granger. You like it when I touch you. When I make your body ache for me."
Hermione's breath grew ragged as her body began to warm. That damn Malfoy. He knew how he affected her. She hated him for knowing how to turn her on. Her stupid body couldn't remember that Malfoy was a git and jerk who used girls. No, it thought he was the best thing to ever happen to it.
Hermione tried to throw him off by bucking her hips, but she only succeed in moving him between her legs. "I knew you wanted me, Granger," he said with a smirk.
She gritted her teeth as she felt his hard on pressing against her center through her jeans. "Get off me, Malfoy," she growled, but it was weak even to her ears.
Malfoy chuckled once more. He leaned down and kissed her neck. She gasped, her head tilting back of its own accord. He pressed his lips to her ear and said, "It's hard to take you seriously when you're responding so well to my attention, Granger." He nipped her neck one more time before moving off her.
Hermione took a breath before sitting up. Malfoy was watching her with a smirk. It only made her angrier. She slid off the trampoline and pulled her sweater back on. She pulled her hair back and secured it into a ponytail. She fiddled with anything so she wouldn't have to see that satisfied grin. After she'd used up all the excuses she could come up with, she turned to face him. She caught him staring at her bum.
"Malfoy!" she said. "Eyes up here." His eyes traveled and rested on her chest. "A little more north."
He looked up and smiled at her. "You should wear more clothes like the tank top. It makes a man want," he said.
"I don't care what you want. Either you're here to help plan the party, or you're here to ogle me. I'm here to work, so if you're here to ogle, go away," she said.
Malfoy sighed and said, "You are such a wet blanket, Granger." He slid off the trampoline and said, "So, let's get planning."
She paused. "You want to plan? Seriously?" she asked.
"Dumbledore asked me and I'll help," he said, sitting down on the couch and summoning a cup of hot chocolate. "Besides, I get to look at your body more."
Hermione gritted her teeth. "You're a pig," she said.
"Oink," he retorted.