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Okay, after that little caps abuse sesh, I think I'll just let you all know that ChimpYou got the hundredth review. It's a shame, considering she's actually one of my friends, and therefore annoyed the shit outta me to get the hundredth…
Well anyway, her character is 'Jasmine Weiner'. Yeah, I know…
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. LOK JKS I OWN XD I keed, I keed…
Oh, and just quickly, REST IN PEACE AMY WINEHOUSE! YOU WILL BE GREATLY MISSED BY FAMILY, FRIENDS, AND FANS! Hey, I might not have been her biggest fan (I actually never liked her…) but her death is still a tragedy, and such a waste of great talent.
That being said, my heart also goes out to the 91 (92?) that died in the massacre in Norway. That was so awful, and I feel for the family's out there dealing with this. I'm so sorry for your losses.
Okay, solemn moment over, on with the story :)
Chapter 10 :
"Did you know about this?" I asked Blaise, who was still grinning excitedly. He made a sound, one of those sounds that mean 'Are you stupid?'
"Of course I didn't! If I did, I would never leave this place!" he answered, walking towards me and the cabin. Draco and Pansy followed, Draco smirking and Pansy looking around curiously.
"Let's go in, I want to see what this place looks like." My blonde said, sliding the glass door open. "Huh, I thought would be locked." He mused for a second, before stepping into the 'party house', the rest of us following him.
Inside was huge. It was literally just one big rectangle-shaped room. To the right was a kitchenette, complete with all the necessities. The cabinets and islands were all made of a deep oak. The whole thing was pretty modern... and weird. Why was all this muggle technology in a pureblooded family's cabin-thing?
"What's this?" Pansy pointed to the kitchen, so I assumed she meant the appliances inside.
"That is a fridge. It's like a cold box that holds all your food. That's a coffee maker; the name is pretty self explanatory. That's a toaster, makes toast. That's a microwave, heats up food, and other things. That's an oven, and on top of the open is a stove; both for cooking. That's a kettle, it heats up water for tea and other things that need boiling water. I'm pretty sure you know what a sink is. Oh, that's a pantry, holds food that doesn't need to go in the fridge." I explained. They all looked at me weirdly. "What? After my vacation I was curious about muggle lifestyles..."
They all shrugged and we went back to looking around the room. On the left was what looked like a living space. There were two long black velvet couches, perpendicular to each other, and two arm chairs of the same black fabric on the other side, facing the second couch. In the middle was a large, multi-coloured rug, that seemed to be hand-made and just many small squares stitched together to make a colossal rectangle. It gave the whole room a homier feel. What was shocking was the TV. A massive flat screen television was set up on the wall across from the couches. Underneath in a wood and glass cabinet was – no joke – a PlayStation 3. Next to the PS3 were games, and lots of them. I could see Guitar Hero, Call of Duty, Halo and Just Dance – all games I played in America. That wasn't it, though, there were around 50 more that I hadn't even heard of.
"Wow..." I breathed, practically drooling over the games.
"What?" all three asked in unison.
"This place is freaking awesome."
"You're only saying that because you know what all this stuff is, and what they do!" Blaise accused, pointing a finger at me.
"Oh get over it, I promise to teach you how to use everything." I said, rolling my eyes at the melodramatic wizard.
He seemed to be pleased with my answer, because he smiled happily and rubbed his hands together. Draco and Pansy chuckled at the interaction between me and Blaise, and Draco threw an arm over my shoulder. "Let's check out that." he pointed to the other side of the room, were there were white, yellow, pink, blue and green sheets hung up, cutting off random sections of the house. Using the arm he had slung over my shoulder, he steered me towards the moderately sized 'rooms', so to speak, and we peeked in the one nearest to us.
Inside was a queen sized bed, a closet, a cute little rug at the foot of the bed, and a cream coloured arm chair. We looked at each other questioningly and peeked through the sheet next to it. It was the same. Stepping out of the 'room' I looked around the area that had been cut off by the sheets. There were around six lining each wall, except for the last, which was left bare other than a framed contract hanging in the middle. I walked down the make-shift path through the rooms to read what it said.
These rooms have been designed for witches and wizards that need a place to stay because they are too drunk to apparate home, or just need a private place with a special someone for the night.
Signed, Francesco Carlos Giorgio Zabini.
My jaw dropped as I read this. Behind me I heard someone stifle laughter, and I turned to see Draco covering his mouth with his hand, reading the same thing.
"Rooms just for sex? Really?" I asked when it looked like he had finished.
This made the laughter he was holding in explode, and he doubled over, clutching his stomach as he laughed. "Z-Zabini... your... family... is into... some really... awesome... shit!" he cried through fits of giggles.
Blaise and Pansy, who had both been looking around what looked like a dining room, came over to see what had Draco so hysterical. When they had read it, Blaise joined Draco in laughing, while Pansy and I just shook our heads sadly at them.
When they had calmed down enough, we tried talking again. "Blaise, your ancestors are like, muggle-loving sex freaks." Pansy said.
"I know! How cool! I'm staying here until we go back to Hogwarts! I love this place; we could get away with anything!" Blaise exclaimed, grinning madly. Before any of us could reply he started walking towards the door.
"Where are you going?" we called, following him.
"I'm going to apparate back to the Manor and ask mum and dad if they know anything about this place, then I'm going to pack some stuff to stay here." Was all he said before he disapparated. We all shared a look, and with a sigh we followed.
The cool thing about the Zabini, Malfoy, Granger, Parkinson, and basically any other pureblood Manor out there, was that even though strangers couldn't apparate in our out of it, once they were through the gates they could basically just pop up wherever they wanted, as long as it was within the grounds.
When we got to the Manor, we saw Blaise already chatting animatedly with his parents. "– and it's called the 'Zabini Party House'. Have you heard of it?"
Marie and Chris shared a look before turning back to their excited son. "Yes, we have." Marie started. "How did you find it?"
Blaise noticed us and waved us over. "We were walking through Mini Forest when we found it. It's bloody –" He was cut off by Marie who muttered 'Language!' not too quietly. "As I was saying," he continued, "it's bloody awesome! It's full of all this awesome muggle stuff that Mia promised to teach us how to use! Why have you been hiding it from me?"
Chris sighed and sat down in an armchair. "We haven't been hiding it from you; we just chose not to mention it in the hopes that you wouldn't find it. The Zabini Party House is, as the name states, for parties. It was a getaway for our ancestors. Instead of having a Zen garden, or our own personal waterfall, we have the party house." He explained.
"But what about all the muggle stuff?" Pansy asked.
"Well let's just say that our family was... intrigued by muggles. It's charmed to update with the latest muggle technology every year." Marie answered. Everyone slowly nodded, absorbing the new information. Blaise was the first to recover.
"We," he gestured to himself, Draco, Pansy and me, "are staying there for the rest of the holidays. Don't expect to see us until September 1st." He finished with a saucy wink at the three of us.
Chris and Marie visibly shuddered. "Fine with us." Chris said, and Marie nodded eagerly.
Blaise clapped his hands together once and called for Peppy. "Peppy, I need you to gather ALL of myself, Draco, Hermione, and Pansy's things and take them to the Zabini Party House."
Peppy looked over at Chris and Marie with wide eyes. They nodded wearily at him and he left with a crack! to fetch our belongings.
"And with that," Blaise started talking yet again. Does that boy ever shut up? "I bid you adieu." And then... he was gone. We all stared at the spot that he had been standing for a few moments.
"Well..." I said, filling the silence that had ensued after Blaises departure. "I guess we'll see you in September." I grinned at them sheepishly before following Blaise.
When I popped up at the cabin I found all our things already there, lined up in neat rows and ready for us to take to our own personal... sheet rooms. Blaise was already halfway to the first one, pulling his large trunk that he took to Hogwarts, behind him. I followed, choosing a room in the back left corner.
Stashing my things haphazardly away, I walked back out to take a look at our new 'home'. It really did look homey, and I could hardly wait for whatever weird, wonderful happenings that would undoubtedly go on. I felt someone beside me and turned to look at Draco, who still had his trunk with him.
"What room are you going to stay in?" I asked, eyeing the luggage.
He smirked devilishly at me. "Yours." He stated simply, pulling a sheet away and unceremoniously throwing the trunk in, swiftly knocking over my own trunk.
I raised an eyebrow at him when he turned back to look at me. "Oh really? I don't believe I was informed of this arrangement."
"It's an early birthday present. Me, in your bed, every night, hopefully doing some unspeakable things." He waggled his eyebrows suggestively and I cocked my head to the side, looking at him as if confused.
"What sort of 'unspeakable' things?" I asked with false innocence.
He grinned at me and stepped closer; wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling my body flush against his own so that I could feel every muscle. He bent his head down so that his lips were next to my ear, his breath tickling me when he started to whisper. "Oh, I was thinking something to do with you on all fours while I pou-" he was swiftly cut off by Pansy.
"What do you think you're doing?" she asked, regarding us with a raised eyebrow.
I tried to get rid of the blush that was painting my cheeks as Draco answered. "Just explaining to my dear Hermione the naughty things I plan to do to her in our room." His response was said so casually that I almost thought it normal. Almost.
Ah, damn, here comes that blush again.
"Oh Merlin, Draco I did not need to know that!" Pansy screeched, holding both hands over her ears.
"Hey, you asked." He shrugged and turned back to me, looking extremely determined to continue explaining what he would be doing while I was on all fours.
"DRACO MALFOY!" And of course Blaise had to interfere...
"Calm down Zabini, what is it?" Draco asked Blaise coolly.
"Take a walk with me, Malfoy, we need to talk." Was all the boy said. I was shocked, that had to be the shortest sentence he has ever said. Ever.
It took me a few seconds to realise that all was silent.
I looked up at Draco, who was staring at Blaise as if communicating with his eyes. I looked over at Blaise, who was doing the same. After a minute Draco sighed and relinquished his hold on my waist.
"Fine Blaise, we'll talk."
The two boys walked out of the cabin silently, both bodies tensed as if preparing for a fight. I looked at Pansy. She looked at me. Then we ran to the windows, intent on finding out what our two boys planned to do.
They were standing near the pool, facing each other. Blaise was saying something, but it was whispered, making us unable to hear it. I quickly whispered a spell to Pansy and she deftly took out her wand and cast it. A moment later it we could hear what Blaise was saying.
"– you know she's basically my sister, which gives me the right to say this: you hurt her in any way shape or form, Draco Malfoy, and you shall regret it. A lot. We aren't eight this time, and the consequences will be far worse than just a broken friendship. No, this time you'll get a broken nose, a few broken ribs, and a broken leg. That's if you're lucky. I'm extremely protective of Hermione, and so are Potter and Weasley. Unlike me, they would be more than happy to beat you to a pulp, so watch your step."
Pansy and I stared at the Blaise, our mouths hanging open like goldfish. How could sweet (what a joke.), loud Blaise turn that serious? However Draco seemed unaffected. He clasped his hands behind his back before responding calmly.
"Blaise, I will never intentionally hurt Hermione. I may have been a man-slut at Hogwarts, but I like her. You know I do. I love being with her, and if it was up to me, I wouldn't leave her side, ever. I am okay with you beating me to a pulp if I ever do hurt her, because I wouldn't be able to live with myself anyway. Now, shall you abandon being the protective older brother and go back to being your annoying, obnoxiously loud self, or do I have to push you in the pool?"
By the end of that speech, I couldn't get the goofy grin off my face, nor could I expel the tears from my eyes. Draco might not seem like a typical mushy guy – in fact he seems like a cold-hearted bastard most of the time – but I knew that he would do anything for me, and goddamn it I just loved it so much.
"You bagged yourself a good one, 'Mione." Pansy whispered before muttering finite incantatem to get rid of the charm put on the boys. I nodded, still on a high from Draco's words. Suddenly a loud splash was heard, and Pansy and my heads snapped back to look out the window. The second I took in what I was seeing, I had to stifle my giggles. It appeared that Blaise refused to let go of the older brother persona, and Draco, true to his word, had pushed the poor boy in the pool.
I was shaking with silent laughter at the look on Blaises face, but I what really made me let myself go was when his hand wrapped around Draco's ankle, pulling him into the water as well. Pansy and my own laughter rang through Mini Forest, accompanied by Draco's cry of surprise. The boys looked over at us, and we gave them two thumbs up before rushing outside to join in the fun. We both cannon-balled into the pool, causing the boys to duck so as to not be hit by the massive wave we created. That started an all out splash fight; Pansy and I versus Draco and Blaise.
The actual fight only went on for a few minutes, because something – or rather, someone – had stuck their head between my legs, pushing me up and out of the water until the only part of me still in the water were half my calves. Then I realised I was sitting on someone's shoulders. Draco's shoulders, to be more precise.
"Excuse me, Draco, it seems you have a leech on your shoulders. No matter, we'll get it off." Blaise and Pansy grinned evilly at each other, before lunging at Draco and I. Pansy pulled one arm as Blaise pulled another, and I had fallen off Draco's shoulders within a few seconds.
When I resurfaced, I saw Blaise and Pansy laughing like maniacs, while Draco glared at both of them. Trudging my way over to Draco, I tugged on his arm lightly. When he looked at me I gestured to Blaise and Pansy, who were too absorbed in not suffocating due to their laughter, to notice me. Draco raised an eyebrow and I swished the water around with one hand while sending a pointed look to the laughing pair and back to my hand.
Finally, understanding dawned on his features, and he smirked at me, before pushing as much water as he could towards the two, effectively soaking them with the tidal wave. I laughed at them, before giving my own splash. While spraying and splashing mercilessly, Draco and I were a force to be reckoned with.
Pansy and Blaise hopped out of the pool, running back to the house, were they could not get even wetter. Pansy picked her wand up from where she had thrown it on the grass before jumping in, and cast a drying charm on herself and Blaise. Draco helped me out of the pool before pushing himself out, while the other two watched us warily.
"You plan on drying us, too?" I asked, though from the tone of my voice it was most definitely a command. Too bad commands didn't sit too well with Pansy.
"Nope."
"Why not?" Draco demanded, folding his arms impatiently over his chest.
"Why should I?" Pansy countered with, before shooting us a crooked grin and disappearing inside, Blaise following. A few moments later a giant tie-dye beach towel was flung out the door and in our general direction. I picked it up and carelessly shook it open with a sigh. Draco came up and took it out of my hands, replacing it with one of his own, and pulled me over to a dry patch of grass.
He wrapped towel around me and sat me on the ground. I held one arm out and he sat down, letting himself get wrapped in the towel before winding an arm around my waist. My head dropped onto his shoulder, and we sat there in silence, too wrapped up in each other and our thoughts to say anything.
"I'm scared of heights, did you know that?" I asked, still staring at the beautiful forest in front of us.
He was silent for a few moments before answering. "I'm scared of clowns."
I let out a very un-ladylike snort, "Muggle clowns?" He nodded. "Why?"
"Hey! Those things are scary, with all their clown make-up, and oversized clothes, and coloured hair, and flowers that shoot water at you; all that jazz! It's... unnatural..." he shuddered at the end, and I forced myself not to laugh. It was obvious the poor boy was terrified of the harmless entertainers.
"Each to their own, I guess." I muttered.
"Do you know who Shakespeare is?" he asked randomly.
"Of course!" I must've sounded completely scandalized.
"What your favourite piece of his?"
I thought about it for a moment. "Probably Sonnet 18. It's very cliché, I know, but what can I say, I'm a sucker for romance." I grinned up at him cheekily, and noticed he had a very thoughtful look on his face.
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this and this gives life to thee."
I stared up at him in shock. Had he just quoted Shakespeare's 'Sonnet 18' to me? Me? Merlin, this boy was amazing.
"I like Sonnet 18 too." His voice was decisive, and he turned his head to look at me. He had a one of his rare, genuine smiles on. The kind that made me melt. I pulled my head off his shoulder and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.
"I quote Shakespeare to you and all I get is a kiss?" Draco huffed. I grinned at him and leaned forward until my lips were only millimeters form his, making them brush as I spoke.
"Well how about this?" I closed the almost nonexistent gap and kissed him on the lips, hard. I pushed my palms against his sopping wet chest, forcing him onto his back. One arm stayed wrapped around my waist as his other tangled in my hair, holding my face were it was. I used my tongue to pry his lips apart, and he quickly opened his mouth, giving me full access. His tongue came up to meet mine, but I shoved it back into his mouth with my own. He seemed quite content to let me be in control, and groaned when I moved my legs until I was straddling his hips.
I had only unbuttoned half his shirt when we were interrupted. "OI! You two! Get a room!" Blaise yelled at us, his head half-way out a window. I pulled back so that I was no longer kissing Draco, but made no move to get off him.
"Yes father." I muttered sarcastically, and Draco pressed a kiss to my forehead, and then trailed more down the bridge of my nose.
"I think Pansy finally cast that drying charm." He whispered, eyes still closed, and I realized that we were completely dry again. I murmured in agreement, my eyes fluttering closed as Draco's lips brushed mine, only touching for a second.
"Yes, and I think that Blaise would like us to stop making out and head inside." I whispered back, and sat back on Draco's thighs, using his chest to push myself up and off him.
"If we must." Draco growled, and took the hand I offered to help him up.
Throwing an arm over my shoulders, he dropped his head and gave me a final kiss on the side of my neck, before walking back to the cabin.
HAHA, just realised I forgot Jasmine... LOL, who gives a shit? I'll probs include her in a different chapter anyways :)
I HOPE YOU LIKED THE CHAPTER AND I AM SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT! No, really, I'm actually sincerely sorry, and I hope you won't have to wait as long anymore! If you're one of those people that NEED and explanation (like me) then I'll give you one. I've been really, really, REALLY sick, and have had to take 8 pills a day, and their side effects are apparently headaches. I've had lactic acid in my calves, making me unable to walk anywhere for a few days without collapsing. I've been having a SHIT LOAD of tests at school, and for a while all I did was sleep, eat, and study. And I was basically comatose for two days after watching Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2... It was THAT emotional for me!
On the BRIGHT side, I can stop taking the pills in a few days time, my legs are all good now, meaning I can walk to my laptop again, my tests are over, and I've finally decided that I can live a fairly normal life if I ONLY cry about Harry Potter at night, and NOT in the middle of the day.
So, I hope you forgive me, because I love you all :)
Remember to review, muggles (are you insulted? YOU SHOULD BE!).
I have a question for you all! Does anyone else like clichés? Or is that just me? And by cliché I mean the HeadBoy/Girl fics, stuff like that.
UNTIL NEXT TIME! XX