Disclaimer: same as chap1/chap2!!
A/N!! okok...hate me. If you reeally paid attention in the last two chaps you miiight notice i changed something. Just a tiny thiing...lets see if you catch it!! ill let you know at the end of this chap--eee--tur anyways. or you can cheeat and skiip straight to the bottom. teehee...(psst, i tend to emphasiiize my vowels at times!)
Also, this chap, gets pretty intense as in pg-16, maature 16 year olds. Im only sayiing 16 because im 16 and duh, i wrote the 'sexuual' scene.
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Chapter 3: Shut Up
"Where the bloody hell are we?" Draco spun around.
"Spain you numbnut." Hermione's cheeks were still flushed from the few moments before. Kissing Malfoy?
"Obviously...but what is all this. I mean where in Spain, besides Bar-say-lone-uh, are we?" Draco peered at the large painting in front of him. Hanging on all the walls were large or small paintings and art figures. He was in a builing, that he knew, obviously an art building...
"Oh wow. I've read about here! Were at The Barcelona Museum of Contemporary Art! Museu d'Art Contemporani de Barcelona, also known as M-A-C-B-A." Hermione struggled under the wieght of her luggage.
"You would know what this is...stupid muggle contraptions. Now where are we supposed to go genius?" Draco strided to a painting that was yellow and had triangles and squares smushed together.
"This Picasso guy has nothing on me. I can draw squares and triangles too. What an artist. ha! Le Gee-tar-ista." Draco amused himself.
"Funny Malfoy, its le guitariste, it means the guitarist." Hermione still struggling moved onto the next piece of art.
"You spean Bar-say-lonein?"
"Its spanish."
"Bon Dia! Ello, are shu Erminey? Y Drako?" A tan man walked up to them. He was tall and not at all bad looking hermione thought.
"Si senor, soy Hermione y eso es Draco!" Hermione quickly introduced herself and Draco.
"Partes Catala?"(You speak Catalan?)
"No pero hablo espanol." (No but i speak spanish)
"Oh! Si, Si, hablo espanol tambien. Me llamo Angelo."(oh i see, i speak spanish as well. My name is Angelo.)
"So Granger, hate to interrupt but can you fill me in?"
"I havent even asked what were doing yet. Relax."
"Como prodria ir a un Hotel?"(How can i get to a hotel?)
"Si! Vamos conmigo."(Come with me)
Soon they ended up at an amazing hotel, the man told Hermione how greatful they were to have Wizards and Witches from other Countries staying with them. He gave Hermione a map and a schedule before dropping them off. He showed her a door and gave her two keys.
"Senor? Este es un habitacion simple?"(this is a single?) pointing toward the room. Draco was interested in the vending machine.
"Si. Es una problema?"(Yes, is there a problem?)
"Querria un habatacion doble por favor."(I would like a double please.)
"Lo siento senorita, Su trabajar dijen este cuarto es para ti y esposo."(Im sorry mam, your work said this room would be for you and your husband.)
"What?!" Hermione dropped her duffel bag.
Draco teared his eyes away from the strange machine infront of him, "what happened?"
"El no es mi esposo o novio. Me oido. Necesito un cuarto para yo. Y un para el."(He is not my husband or boyfriend. I hate him. I need a room for me and one for him.)
"Lo siento pero no esta. Todos los habataciones es resevar."(im sorry but there are none. they are all in either taken or reserved.)
Hermione argued with her escort for about a half hour. Draco stood there confused but noticing the tone in Hermiones voice, he knew what ever they were talking about was bad.
Finally Hermione settled, Angelo said it was a pretty big room, the only thing he could do was conjure them another bed. And so he went for permission and Hermione waited until Angelo was gone before breaking the news to Draco. It was already hard enough to look him in the eye after kissing him.
Now she had to be alone with him and look him in the eyes...and talk to him directly.
She handed him a key.
"What was that about?"
"Um...i got it worked out." She still avoided his eye.
"Right, so this one must be my room." He pointed to the door next to the one she was standing in front of.
"This one is yours" she stepped aside and he walked forward. He looked at the card and then at the doorknob.
back at the card, back to the doorknob. once more, card, doorknob.
"Goodness Malfoy. you know nothing about muggles or their world do you?" Hermione slipped her card into the slot above the doorknob. A green light flashed and she pushed the door open.
Draco walked inside. Hermione followed.
"Just so this is clear, its a wizarding world, not a muggle one. What is this? It's a bit small for my taste."
It really wasnt, about the same size as a classroom. It had a mini bar with a mini fridge, a tv and dvd player. It even had a table with a cute couch. And one bed.
"I need a bigger one." Draco sat down on the bed.
"There arnt any." She still avoided his gaze.
"Damn. Well goodbye Granger." Draco waited for her to scurry along. She didn't. He knew what she was doing, of course. She wanted some more of Draco. Oh yea, what girl couldnt resist. He didn't blame her, every girl always wanted more.
"Granger i know what your doing." Draco smirked. He stoop and strided in er directin stopping a few inches from her.
"And what am i doing?" Finally matching his stare.
"You want more." Still smirking, inching closer.
"What? No! I-" Hermione glared.
"Its okay, i understand. They always want more. I mean i cant blame you...i am a Malfoy." He placed his hands on her waist.
"Thats not it! Believe me. Honestly i do not know what happened in that booth but it sure as hell wont happen again!" She backed away and removed herself from his arms.
Draco wiped the smirk off his face. It turned into a glare.
"Then why are you still standing in my room?"
"Its my room. Its both of ours."
"Your joking..."
"..."
"No really granger, if you dont plan on stripping, mosey into your OWN room."
Her arms crossed protectivly over her chest. "I tried to get my own room, but there are none left."
"So then well be sleeping together?"
Again with his stupid smirk. God she hated that smirk...but how does he make it look soo...she stopped that thought before she found herself embraced in his arms once again.
Before she could answer Angelo walked through the open door.
"Es de acuerdo?" (its alright?)Hermione turned towards him.
"Si, sir can you moof police?" Angelo motioned for Draco to move out of the way. He quickly conjured another bed a few feet away from the other.
"Oh Gracias Angelo!" (thank you angelo)
"De res."(your welcome)"Fin Despres bonita"(see you later pretty girl)
Hermione blushed as she shut the door behind him. She turned around smiling and laid her eyes on Draco who was observering her. The smile faded immediatly.
"Oh now i get it."
"What oh brilliant Malfoy?" Hermione charmed her wardrobe into the closet.
"You have a thing for the brown boy." Draco grinned.
"No, are you always so racist?"
"Im a malfoy. i can say what ever the hell i want." Draco walked over to the couch and flopped.
"What is with you and your little superior act?"
"After that little conversation we had on the shoot your really going to start this again? I warned you Granger. Were in a completely different counrty, i can say you got lost in a ruin and i never found you after that."
"Oh the little conversation where you threatened my life? Wait, did you just threaten me again?" Hermione twisted her head so she could peer at Draco.
His face expressionless.
"Yup."
"No but really. Why are you so hung up on being a Malfoy?"
"Shut up mudblood."
She picked up her shoe and threw it in his direction. His hand flew to his wand and the shoe burst into flames in midair.
"Hey!" Hermione scowled.
"Shouldn't have tested me."
she turned back to her wardrobe.
"Malfoy?"
"..."
"Malfoy."
"..."
"Hello am i talking to the bloody baron? Can you hear me?" She turned and faced him. He sat on the couch staring at her with a vacant expression on his face.
"Fine, you can listen to me or not. But Malfoy, i think we should try and...tolerate eachother. What im saying is, how about we call a truce? This is our job, we will be working together for a long time...What do you think?"
"..."
"Draco, i just want us to atleast be civil." She walked into the bathroom.
"what was that last part?" He finally responded.
"Civil, toward one another."
"No before that."
"That this is our job?" She peaked out of the restroom attempting to tie her hair up.
"No, you said my name." His face finally showing some emotion, a satisfied look.
"Well it is your name."
"Yea but why did you use it?"
"Well, maybe if i stop calling you Malfoy...you'll have one less reason to think of your family...and one less reason to bring up your 'superiority'" She air-quoted and her hair fell down.
"Oh. And about your whole civil-friendship crap. I'll pass."
"Malfoy, please." She walked out in her pajamas.
A pink flanel and grey sweats...figures. Draco didn't expect her to wear a night gown or robe like every other woman on earth anyway.
"Malfoy? What happened to Draco?" He smirked and walked into the bathroom once she settled onto her bed.
"Draco went along with mannerly behavior." Hermione pulled a book out of her bag and sat criss-croosed.
"ennyway waddar we yuuing yamoro"
"What?"
Draco spit out his toothpase and set his brush down. He opened the door and leaned against the frame.
"I said what are we doing tomorrow?"
Hermione gaped at his chizzled abs and muscular shoulders. All he was wearing were some sweats like her own. What a nice tan he had...what a nice body. No wonder Ginny got with him. Ginny got with him, ew! I mean there's not much ew about his body but. . .wait. did he just ask something?
"Huh?"Hermione's head snapped toward his face. He simpered. She wanted him, he could knew it.
"You like Granger?" He strolled over to her bed and leaned toward her.
"Please. Next time will you leave your ego in London?" Hermione ripped her pupils from his flawless chest and continued to read.
Just like Granger to have a massive book with her at all times. He moved to his bed and lie under the covers. He then got up and took off the blankets. They were too heavy. He got under the sheets and then he got back out.
"Malfoy, could you please refrain from moving so much? Im trying to concentrate."
"Well why is it so bloody hot?!"
Why was it so hot in Barcelona?
He took his sweats off and slipped under the sheets.
Hermione was determined not to take another look in his direction. Why was he undressing? And why did she feel she was burning up? She took off her flanel long sleeve. Underneath she wore a thermal. great.
It was way too hot for that too, but all she had was a sports bra underneath. So she removed her sweats and that left her in her Weird Sister boxers(a gift from Ginny).
"Hiding something Granger?" Malfoy eyes her short boxers.
"Shut it you unbearable git."
She grabbed her wand and removed the blankets from her bed. Then she turned the light off, she was too self concious to take her shirt off in front of Malfoy.
As soon as it was off she heard "Lumos" and a bright light hit her.
"Relashio!" Dracos wand fell and rolled underneath the bed.
"Malfoy you sicken me! Pervert." Hermione wraped herself in her sheets.
Malfoy laughed into the darkness, "No but in all sincerity, i dont see why you should be so self-concious."
Thank god it was dark, he couldnt see her face turn magenta.
"I am not. I just dont see why i would want to show you of all people."
"Because im charming, attractive,-"
"Pfft!"
"amazingly talented, filthy rich,"
"half-true..."
"ridiculously good looking, an incredible athlete"
"egotistical maniaac" hermione said in a sing-song tone.
Draco went on, "good in bed,"
"Im not listening." She stuffed her face under the pillow. Draco rolled to the edge of his bed so she could hear.
"heavenly,"
"I really cant hear you"
"enchanting," He was now leaning over her bed to be closer to her head.
"Malfoy! Go away!" She giggled and shoved him with her pillow.
He yanked her pillow away and she bolted up in her bed.
"Hey! Give it back!" she jeered.
He held it high above his head, being 6 foot, she stumbled to her feet. Wobbling on the bed she reached for the pillow.
How he enjoyed making her squirm. He pulled the pillow behind his back and her arms shot around him. Still in the dark, he could feel her breath on his lips.
Her jesting ended as she gently pushed him back so she could get down from the bed. Her arms still wrapped around him, after he dropped the pillow. She rested her hands on his forearms...it was pitchblack. She couldnt see a thing, so she felt.
She felt her way up his biceps, over his shoulders, grazing his collar bone and his chest then moving up to his neck...his soft angellic hair. His strong jaw and his delicate cheeks.
Her touch was giving him such a sensation, not just arousement. That one always came with a womans touch, but something more. Her hands were exploring his hair, he reached up and traced her wrist. Following her arms and reaching her shoulders. He outlined her hips, her smooth, gentle skin. His arms rested on the small of her back and their foreheads touching. Both were looking at the floor.
Hermione was the first to lift her head, her hands guiding dracos face.
She pulled him into a kiss, a sub-dued kiss.
Draco felt her balmy lips and hungered for more, he sucked onto her bottom lip, she breathed heavily.
Then he brought her body so it pressed flat against his. their bare skin met and he nearly went insane. His arms traveled up and down her body.
She plunged her toungue into his mouth as the kiss intensified.
oh god, why am i doing this again?? shut up.
She commanded to herself just for once...shut up.
She tugged at his hair and he let out a whisper of pleasure.
Then he grabbed her legs and she stratteld him as he kissed her neck.
She moaned...then he lay her down and he kissed her shoulders and her stomache.
She made trifling sounds as he kissed about her body. They were hot, breathing hard and in the moment.
It felt so good, he came back to her lips and wrapped his arms undnerneath her. Her back arched into his and he smashed into her body so there was no way air could flow between them.
"Mmm, Malfoy. . ." They were grinding against one another.
Did she just say Malfoy? Malfoy's dont go crazy over mudbloods. . . .
She ran her fingers along the top of his Boxers.
Shut up, he told himself.
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AN!!! whoo...yeeea. Hot and bothered are you?? I wonder if Hermione and Draco will take it to the next step and start removing the litle clothing they have on?! teehee, dont worry. Ill update quickly. Review you ahhdorable fanfictionerrs!! AND to my wonderful , first reviewer and my faithful critic. Thanks your helping figure out what im going to do with my characters so keep it u k? i love getting your reviews!! Was anyone annoyed by the spanish?
soo, anyone guess the change i made?? I changed their trip from Romania to Barcelona!