A.N. - This chapter is mostly about Harry and Hermione's relationship but this is where Draco enters. This chapter is un-edited but please review.
Chapter 2 - Draco?!
Hermione stood in the kitchen with a note clutched in her hand. Harry sighed when he saw what was in her hand.
"What does it say this time?"
Hermione crumpled the paper and dropped it. "They went to Paris for the week."
Harry rolled his eyes and grabbed an apron. "What do you want for dinner?"
Hermione smiled and jumped up on the counter and threw her arms out dramatically. "Surprise me!"
Hermione pushed the door to Harry's room open and found him as usual by his computer with his headset on singing and playing his guitar. Knowing that he wouldn't notice her for now, she walked around his room, wiggling her toes in the white carpet and threw herself onto the bed. She loved Harry's room more than her own although she'd never tell him that. The room was done in varying shades of blue and was really soothing. Stretching, her hand hit something hard under the pillow, she pulled it out and stared at the silver knife her dad had given Harry last Christmas, the blade was sharp and Hermione had a good idea what he used it for.
Sighing she got up and walked into his bathroom. Very carefully she washed the makeup off her face and stared at her reflection, studying the dark bruises on her cheek. Feeling nothing but disgust at herself, Hermione walked back into the room and seeing Harry sitting on the bed writing what she knew would be the lyrics to his next song, she climbed into his lap thankful when he wrapped his arms around her and didn't say anything.
After a while Hermione pulled back and gave Harry a big sloppy kiss on his cheek and giggled when he pretended to throw up. Glaring at her he reached for his pillow and knocked her off the bed. Lying on the carpet Hermione couldn't do anything but laugh. Chuckling Harry reached over and pulled her back up to lie beside him.
"Are you going to the dance tryouts tomorrow?" He asked when her laughter subsided.
"Yeah I'm going. You got anything new for me?"
Harry moved to sit at his computer and before long music filled the room. Closing her eyes Hermione worked on a routine in her head. Way too soon the song finished and she opened her eyes to see a nervous Harry. Hermione repressed the feeling to roll her eyes, no matter how many times she told him he was a brilliant composer; he was always worried she wouldn't like his songs because he always said her opinion was the only one that mattered.
"It's brilliant! I love it." She smiled encouragingly at him and was rewarded with a smile bright enough to light the room.
Laughing Hermione jumped off the bed and went rummaging through Harry's drawer and pulled out one of his biggest shirts and changed into it while Harry used the bathroom. Throwing her dirty clothes into a corner Hermione climbed into Harry's bed as was the usual routine when their parents were away. She felt the bed dip and Harry kissed the tip of her nose making her smile as she fell asleep.
"Please Draco?"
Draco groaned. The girl never gave up! "Fine Pans!! I'll go!!"
Pansy squealed and threw her arms around him as Blaise and Theo laughed. Letting go, Pansy pulled Draco towards the auditorium with Blaise and Theo following close behind. Walking through the doors Pansy bumped into someone who sent her toppling over into Draco's arms.
Recognizing the fiery red hair Draco sneered at the person. "What's the matter Weasel can't get a girl to touch you so you push my friend?"
Ron turned about as red as his hair. He opened his mouth to respond but stopped when an unfamiliar girl placed her hand on his shoulder.
"Something wrong here?"
Theo's breath caught in his throat as he saw her. Her hair was up in a messy bun and she wore a long sleeved shirt that stopped under her breasts and allowed full view of her shapely figure and a mini skirt that showed off her long legs. Theo felt blood rush to his nether regions and he knew he had to have her.
Pansy stepped forward. "He pushed me ! Of course there's a problem!"
"Pushed you?! You walked right into me!"
The argument would have surely continued if not for the sudden appearance of a guy who looked no older than 16.
"What's going on?"
Draco's eyes widened….he knew this guy! Those eyes reminded him strongly of something…something he couldn't place. The owner of those eyes turned to look at him. Shock and confusion written all over his face and he gasped.
"Draco?!"
A.N. Please review.