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Chapter 2: The Tele-Pony
"Malfoy." Hermione tried to be civil towards him as he walked into the elevator.
It was friday and it was time for their trip, they had gotten more details and they knew they would be staying in Barcelona for a month. She was equipped with three suitcases.
"Granger." Malfoy didn't even look in her direction.
"Your not bringing anything?" Hermione was puzzled.
"Im a warlock, Granger." Draco still looking straight ahead.
"Oh, yea." Hermiones cheeks turned red with embarrassment. duh. Why didnt i think of that?
"So...are you excited?" Trying once again at conversation.
"Mudblood, i would prefer you do not speak to me."
"Malfoy. Grow. Up." Hermione's temper getting the best of her.
"Dont speak to me that way, i am your superior, mudblood. When will you get that through your thick skull?" Draco deeply aggitated.
"All i was trying to do is have a civilized conversation with you and all you do is start your 'im superior' rubish! If your so superior, tell me Malfoy. Why are you in the same department as me? Why are you not running this business like your daddy? Oh wait i forgot he was murdered in Azkaban." Hermione losing it, let her anger out.
The cart stopped. She looked at draco and his head was lowered, a dangerous shadow cast over his eyes.
She was pinned against the wall, Dracos arms on either side of her. She had never seen him so angry, eye brows arched, nose flared and rage filtering his eyes.
"You. Will. Not. Speak. Of. Him. I will kill you mudblood. Do not doubt for a second i wont, im a Malfoy. Its what we do."
He let go of the walls and started up the cart once more. Hermione stood there, frozen. She glanced at Malfoy, he was back to normal. as if nothing even happened, not a trace of guilt or satisfaction crossed his face. He was just...Malfoy. Expressionless.
For some reason his expressionless face calmed her.
"You didn't have to get so touchy." Hermione breathed.
His face slowly turned towards her, she turned hers as well. And he smiled?
"Are you insiuating something?" He looked again straight forward.
"No-i-what would i be insinuating?" Once again confused at how quickly his emotional state could swap.
"That you want me to be touchy. I can show you touchy like you'd never believe." Draco smirked.
"What? No! Never do i want to be that close to you again. ever." Hermione folded her arms.
"I think you do. I think you cant resist the urge to jump all over me. Standing so close to one another in a such a small area." Draco inched closer.
She moved farther away and kept her bags in between them. "Mr. Malfoy there is no way in bloody hell i would want to be in such close proximity with you in such a small vicinity." She tried sounding as proffessional as her voice could possibly sound.
"Alright Granger. Well see. Stupid mudblood." Draco exited the cart first.
"Locomotor." Hermione bewitched her bags to follow along.
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"Mr. Malfoy!" Margaret hopped off his desk to greet him. "Any moment know yuor partner shall arrive and you two can get going." She plastered once again, a strained smile on her face.
"Goody." Draco walked around his desk and began going through some files. Hermione walked in.
"Sorry, for some odd reason, the cart closed on my bags and they were sent all over the ministry.I wonder who could've bewitched the stupid shoot to do that." Hermione marched toward Draco.
"Riight," looking in hermiones direction before quickly changing it to Margrets." Dont you think its time to go?"
"Malfoy! Those were my bags!" Hermione stepped closer to him, eyes huge, she was amazed at how careless he could be.
"Im aware. Lets see, did you get them back?" Draco placed a hand to his chin.
"Well yes but-"
"Alright then lets go." Draco clapped his hands and looked expectingly toward Margaret. She said nothing.
"So i assume were apparating?" Draco annoyed. Hermione still flustered over her mistreat of bags.
"Well, you see in Barcelona...well...um, ok you cant apparate there. I mean its possible of course, but you need a license." Margaret paced.
"Of course, but we recieved ours in our sixth year." Hermione ushered.
"Well yes, but you need one to apparate in Barcelona , they're a lot more difficult with their restrictions."
"Well screw their restricitons. How would they know even if we did?" Malfoy leaning on his desk.
He looks so nice when he leans, hermione thought to herself. Wait no she didn't just think that. He just threatened her life for gods sake!
"Yes, um that's not going to happen Dra-Mr. Malfoy. Like we have our floo network, they have an apparation one. And if you do attempt to apparate...you will be splinched. With out a doubt."
"Splinched as in-" Hermione gulped.
"Yes as in you will leave some body part behind...and the anatomy they chose on men...you wouldnt believe." Margaret grinned in Draco's direction.
"What a finger? Boo-hoo." Draco quickly waved it off.
"It's not really a finger...more of a third arm in your case."
Draco's eyebrows lifted and he smirked as he casually protected his family jewles.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "So how will we be getting there?"
"Flying? Accio broom!" Draco conjured up his favorite piece of equipment. Hermione shuffled her feet. She hated flying, actually she only flew with Harry and Ron. Never voluntarily, always as a last resort.
"Sorry to burst your bubble of happiness. No, there's a portkey just outside in a tele-pony booth"
"Telephone." Hemrione corrected.
"Excuse me?" Margaret pondered.
"Nevermind."
"Alright well see you two in a month. Keep in touch and keep me updated! Ciao!" She stalked out the room.
Draco didn't hesitate to leave just as quickly as her. He waved off his broom and statred toward the booth. Hermione followed warily after him.
It was obvious he didn't know what a tele-pony booth was.
"This way slacker." Hermione strutted ahead of him into a small red cubicle.
"Muggles and their stupid inventions." Draco muttered as he struggle to fit inside with Hermione and her luggage.
"Honestly Granger, did you really have to bring all that crap with you?"
"I forgot i could've of just called it when i got there ok?" hermione also struggled because all her luggage was crammed in front of her and Draco eerily close behind her.
"Figures."
"Did you shut the door?"
"I would if you moved your fat ass out of the way."
"Im trying and could you refrain from cussing? jeez."
"There its shut now what?"
"Touch the portkey."
"Where's the portkey?"
"She didnt tell you?"
"Obviously if i knew what it was mudblood, you'd think i'd touch it as soon as possible to get out of here. Im not enjoying being so close to you, as much as you may be enjoying this."
"I am not enjoying this. Like i said before this is too close for too many reasons."
"I think your enjoying this very much."
She turned to face Draco, his face was within inches of hers. His eyes so perfectly colored, so blue and entrancing. How his hair fell in his eyes and the strong cheek bones he had.
"I am not enjoying this." Her voice didn't sound nearly as angry as she wanted it to, but kind of like a light breeze instead.
She tripped on her bag and Draco caught her by her waist. He couldn't stop looking at her, her soft amber eyes and her flushed cheeks. The loose curls dangling from her head and her heartshaped lips. Those lips.
He placed a hand on her neck and crashed onto her lips. They tasted sweet and he felt the shape of them pressed down as hard as his. He licked her lips and she opened her mouth with out hesitation slipping her tongue in between his lips. They both wandered in, exploring eachothers mouths. Her hands tightened on his robes.
He fet so good, she could feel him leaned up against her. His hand caressing her cheek and his other supporting her back. mm it felt so good. What the hell was she doing?! Oh my god its malfoy! She quickly threw him off and turned away. Oh god she was going to puke.
Merlin he was gagging. Why the hell would he even want to kiss her? Shit. He made sure to switch back to expressionless before thinking any further. He saw her hand grab a black banna-shaped device and pull it off what ever was holding it.
"Grab this." She huffed.
So he did and they were off.
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A/N!!! woooo finally some action! teehee, oh yea thank you to my first reviewer! your awesome :D i really like your advice, please dont hesitate to critic, i like it. You help out a lot. More to come...i wonder what will happen when they have to share a room?? REVIEW