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Chapter 5: Somehing Spontaneous
"Harry? What are you doing here?" Hermione cracked the door and slid outside.
"Well i knew you'd be here, stuck with Malfoy, did you really think i would leave something so precious to me in his care?" Harry chuckled and wrapped his arms around her.
thank god, he didn't hear.
"You came all this way for me? What about work?"
"Everything's fine, the aurors dont need me, we've got plenty of workers. And they were more than happy to let the famous Potter have a week off." Harry's genuine smile flashed.
"Oh honey," She returned the smile and his lips came down to brush hers.
"Is something wrong? I thought i heard yelling coming from your room." Harry peered over her shoulder to the closed door.
The door flew open and Draco stood sneering at Harry.
"Malfoy."
"Potter. To what do we owe such a horrible surprise?"
"My fiance. Hermione, why is he in your room?"
"Funny story that is Potter, let me tell you-" Draco drawled.
"Ahem, well there arnt any rooms left so theyre making us share a room that's all." Hermione nervously tried to get Harry's attention.
"Why dont you stay somewhere else then? Im staying just down the street, you can stay with me."
"It's just that our company paid for this room and our escort works here and everything is just more, convenient here."
"Oh, okay. I just dont want anything to feel uncomfortable. You know." His eyes flashed toward Draco.
"Does it bother you that your sacred little mudblood is staying in the same room as a legendary sex god?" Draco smirked leaning against the door.
"In your dreams blondie. She gets enough of that."
"Harry!" Hermione slapped his shoulder.
"Is that so?"Draco said still smirking.
"Yea. Why?" Harry was begining to become defensive.
They both drew their wands at the same speed.
"Both of you! Stop! This is ridiculous, you two are men now, not at Hogwarts. Are you honestly going to be so immature as to stoop to dueling in the middle of the hallway, and be so reckless? What if a muggle were to show up? Then what? Exactly, now if you'll excuse me. I have much more important things to do." She stalked off. Harry gave a tentative look at Draco whose wand was still at the ready and followed Hermione.
"I'm sorry 'Mione." Harry said trying to catch up with her pace.
"For what? Embarrassing me in front of my co-worker? Talking about our sex life in public? Making yourself look like a fool by playing his idiotic games?"
"Hermione." He stepped in front of her."It's just, he does have a reputation. . ."
"Harry! Do you really think i'd even- do you honestly believe- i- i can't believe you." And again she hurried down the hall.
"I'm sorry Hermione, you're right. It was stupid for me to even think that." She stopped and looked up at him.
"Harry, i love you. More than anything, your the only guy i've ever given myself to and i plan to keep it that way."
"I love you too." Harry wrapped his arms around her and gave her a tight squeeze. "I'm starving, know any good breakfast places?"
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Breakfast went well, Harry really was starving. He gulfed down three plates and picked off of Hermione's. Him and Ron always had a huge appetite. It was about noon now and she had to get back to the Hotel to discuss her schedule.
"Hey Angelo. (What's the plan for the week?)" Hermione sat across from him in the small cafe lounge.
"(Where's your partner?)"
"What? Who?" Hermione gave a fleeting look.
"Senor Malfoy. . ." Angelo's quizzical look snapped Hermione back to reality.
"Oh, (he's in the room. I didn't know he'd have to be here)"
"There you two go again, talking in that damn foreign language."
"Malfoy, how'd you know?"
"I do intend on keeping my job Granger. And I intend on doing my job as well."
So they sat and listened to Angelo give their schedule for the week. Hermione translating every so often when Angelo couldn't come up with the word. Draco in a peaceful state, accepting all the duties they had politely.
Hermione did her best to avoid eye contact. . .which was very easy because she didn't see Draco look once in her direction. Even when she was translating his eyes were fixed on a concentrated area. Away from her.
Draco knew he had to keep his distance. She was a mudblood, an over-achieving, frizzy-haired, short little halfbreed.
Once the meeting was finished, Angelo concluded by telling them they would need to dress formally tonight.
They walked in silence back to their room, tension was in the air. Hermione could feel herself suffocating with how thick the tension was. . .
They entered the room. She couldn't breathe, why was it so hard to be in the same room as him? She chanced a glance, he still wasn't looking. Draco stood, back facing her searching his wardrobe. Hermione sat on her bed and slowly breathed.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Inhale.
Exhale.
"Granger are you hyperventalating? If so, please continue outside, that is extremely iratating."
She gladly accepted his suggestion and sprinted outside. 'THUD' Her head hit the wall and she slid to the floor.
"Granger? What the bloody hell are you doing on the floor. Will you get up, this is humiliating, more so for me." Draco grabbed her arm and pulled her up and into the room.
"Tha-Thank you." Hermione gasped. Why was she feeling so queasy? "I need air."She doubled over.
"Great, i'll have to go with you so you dont collapse somewhere on the street. . ." She looked up wondering f he actually cared. "Because then i'd be a business partner short and i'll get fired."
"No that's fine, i'll call Harry." She thought she saw a hint of irratation, but it was small. Very discreet. . .but it was there. Wait why does she care? She doesn't. Draco Malfoy is not attractive, or funny or smart or any of the things her fiance is!
She walked herself to Harry's hotel down the street, the air and the walk alone was really good for her. She felt so bad about what happened with Malfoy, why couldn't she just forget it?Sure everyone gets a little crazy before marriage, it's so final. WHo wouldn't go crazy? Crazy enough to almost sleep with your childhood nemesis, not that crazy but Hermione was sure that no one would find out.
"Hey Harry," Hermione beamed as he opened his room door.
"Hermione! I'm so happy you came by, i was starting to get lonely and depressed."
"Harry! We've only been seperated for less than 2 hours."
"I know, i just miss you that much. What's wrong you, look kind of pale?"
"Oh, uh it must of been something i ate..."
"Well let me make you feel better." Harry leaned toward Hermione and wrapped his arms around her waist. He gently kissed her and combed through her hair. Slowly kissing and moving to his bed she slid her shaw off. Her arms wrapped around his waist and they stood at the foot of the bed.
He kissed her forehead and her cheeks, then her nose and to her lips again. His hands were placed on her neck and remained motionless. Her arms still wrapped around his waist, they stood, at the foot of the bed kissing.
Harry stopped and examined her face, "There's something you're not telling me..." He searched her eyes for an answer.
All Hermione could do was tilt her head and force a passionate kiss. His hands didn't move from her neck and they stood rooted to their spot at the foot of his four post. Hermione tried to intensify their kiss, but it felt like Harry was resisting her. The more she tried to heat things up, the more he resisted. As if he wanted things to go by slow. . .
She tried pulling him onto the bed and he retaliated by holding her by the waist and pulling her in. She tried paying with his hair, but he retaliated by grabbing her hands and holding them down by their sides. Some people say he was trying to make the moment. . .loving and warm.
But Hermione was craving somehting different, something more passionate and raw and spontaneous. Not the same old romantic, slow, droning, love-making.
She stopped kissing, her lips were beginning to chap.
"I just remembered, i have to get ready for dinner. It's a big business dinner, and i asked if you could go but they only made enough reservations for, you know, the business men. I really have to go. I love you." She pulled away and swooped up her belongings and blew him a kiss as she exited.
The sun felt good on her bare shoulders, she could feel the warmth spreading down her arms. If she didnt coverup she would get a tanline from her strapless. So she let the shaw conceal her shimmering shoulders. When she got to her room she took a deep breath and reached for the knob. It turned before she touched it.
"Ah, Granger, i was just going to go get you. You need something to wear tonight."
"Oh, um, no. . .tha-"
"That wasn't a question, now come on." Draco gently shoved past her.
She stood at her open door and looked inside. Then at her feet.
"Granger!"
She trotted behind him, his clak billowing behind him as well.
"Malfoy, you shouldn't of wore your cloak."
"And why ever so not?" He sneered.
"Well first of all, it's sumer and well over 80 degrees, second, how many muggles do you know that own a cloak that looks like that?" She was referring to the huge 'M' on the front with a serpent slithering it's way up.
"Well i really dont give a damn about muggles if you haven't noticed. Alright here, this looks like a good place to start."
They stopped in front of a not to shabby looking boutique. The architecture could of been better, but the dresses and gowns inside were amazing. All were beaded and colorful, dfferent patters and shapes.
"Will you hurry up Granger." Malfoy stood tapping his foot, his eyes wandering the room.
Hermione grabbed a price tag, "Malfoy, let's g somewhere else."
"What's wrong with this place, it' close and conveniant and if you dont already know...we dont exactly have much time."
"MAfloy why are we out shopping tgether in the first place?!"
"I will not show up to a business meeting with very important people nd have you ruin it all by looking like a bum."
"Well i cant afford any of this malfoy!"
"Just shut up and get wht you need. uhll tuckerit."
"What?"
"I'll take care of it."
Hermione blushed. "Oh, ok. . ." She was so confused. Draco Malfoy, must have serious bipolarness.