Hello readers! I'm not quite sure what to write today... My brain has been zapped by Pottermore. I've contacted the two who are getting accounts, because they were the first ones to message me about it. So if I contacted you, congrats! If not, they're still being given away other places, so don't give up!
This chapter goes to: LadyFateContemplatingDisaster- for being devious and adding an AVPM reference. It really did make me smile. But next chapter I don't know how I'm going to dedicate! Most of the people that leave awesome reviews have already gotten a chapter!
Solution: More reviewers XD
"You stole it, you wear it."
Draco, who was already starting to turn around, froze as if someone had cast Duro on him. Then he turned back to me with the most surprised look I had seen him wear in these past few days. "What?" he asked expectantly.
"You heard me," I replied snidely but in a nice tone of voice. "You stole the bra, you wear it."
"And what makes you think I would agree to that?" he challenged. I thought for a moment. In my cheery state of mind, all I really wanted to do was whistle, and I have to say that was a bit distracting.
"If you love me, you'll do it."
Draco blushed, despite obviously fighting himself for his face color back. He stuck his nose up to say, "And what makes you think I love you?" He smiled to himself for having such a genius question.
"Well... I guess I just assumed it—" I started, before he cut in.
"Ha! Assumption denied!"
I glared at him. "Let me finish!" I demanded. "I guess I just assumed it because I have footage of you saying it. And kissing me. Oh, and did I mention you getting giddy at my promising to kiss you a week ago tomorrow? Absolutely pathetic, Draco. Can't let your father see that, can we?"
With the added happiness of winning the argument, my mind just couldn't win over my body and I started whistling loudly; attracting all the attention that wasn't already at us. People couldn't believe their eyes when they saw the Slytherin at the Gryffindor table.
"Stop whistling," Draco demanded. Just to spite him, I started whistling louder. "Stop! You're attracting too much attention.
I, of course, still refused to stop my whistling jig.
"Please," he pleaded. "Please, Hermione. Stop whistling." He looked defeated.
While my brain wanted to stop, my body was still happy as a clown in a balloon store. At this, Draco decided that force was the next best thing. He used his hands to cover my mouth. That was the first time I ever realized how long his fingers were for a guy. But, nonetheless, you could still hear the muffled humming of my vocal chords. Looking around nervously, Draco picked me up from the table bench and dragged me, still covering my mouth, out of the room.
In his normal expressionless-amused look, I saw Blaise mouth 'Get some, Draco' to his friend. I laughed audibly, breaking the whistling. But not before Draco could pull me into one of Filch's cupboards.
"What the hell, Draco?" I demanded. Sounding rude even though I couldn't shake the happy tone of voice. By this time, we both knew I had been spiked with something.
"I don't know who or what spiked you, much less what they used to do it, but it's starting to really piss me off."
I laughed at him, "Glad we got that straightened out. Can I go eat breakfast now?"
"Sure," he replied. "And whistle however much you want. Just not when I'm around you."
At the word 'whistling' my body took over again and started going at it. Draco was sure that it could be heard from outside the closet.
"Shut up, Hermione!" he seethed, whispering. He decided to clasp his hands over my mouth again. My body acted on its own and I bit his fingers. "Shite!" he cursed.
Still anxious, Draco did something that he would never be able to justify with a straight face. He kissed me. Just to shut me up. It worked, he had put something against my mouth that even my spiked mind would be angry at. Passing it off as enjoying the kiss, I clasped the bra around his back. When he fully realized what he was doing, he stopped. I spat dramatically.
"Don't you think that was just a bit unnecessary?" I demanded.
"What do you think people would think if they saw a female and a male student shut in a closet together? I mean, really, what was there to do? I was hoping that you would be so pissed it would counteract the potion."
"Well you were right. You made me pretty pissed."
"Oh, with the way you had your hands on my back, I could say you were rather enjoying it, no?"
"What can I say? My mind hates you. My body doesn't," I admitted, leaving the closet. But not before I could cast a Permanent Sticking Charm on the bra to his cloak and clothing. He would either wear a bra or wear nothing at all.
As he watched me leave the closet in shock of my last statement, he leaned against the wall and muttered, "Wow." As he brought his hand up to touch his still-sore shoulder, he felt a strap and looked down. That's when Draco noticed... he was wearing a bra.
"Oh, well played, Granger," he smirked. "Well played."
"Ginny, do you still have the footage?" I asked back in the common room later that morning.
"Why do you ask that on the last day of semester, Mi'?" she inquired distractedly, still writing something on her parchment.
"Well, I kind of let Draco know we had it today," I said, cringing.
"No!" She yelled, finally looking up from her parchment. "It was supposed to be the final kick to the face! We even made it into a slideshow to show at the party!"
"A slides—" I started. "My, you really are evil."
When she moved back to her parchment, I was thinking deeply. "Ginny? You still really hate Draco?"
"I always have, 'Mione. That's no surprise to you." Not but a moment later she cursed, "Shite! I spilled ink over the whole thing!"
Ginny relinquished the frustrating parchment. "Until you give the final call, I'm going to hate Draco. Until you tell me that you actually like him and that he's a changed person, I don't even want to bother finding out for myself. It's not worth it for me. But it is worth it for you, in light of what's happened so far. And if you tell me that he's great by your standards, he'll be fine by mine."
We both smiled at each other for a moment, realizing how great a friend she was. Then, quickly, she said, "But don't tell Harry. He'll go absolutely mad!"
Realizing the time, I jolted off the couch. "Sorry Ginny! I completely forgot that I had Divinations finals today! And I didn't even study!" I huffed audibly, using my wand to gather all my supplies.
"Good luck!" she yelled at me on the way out. "Not as though you need it!"
I ran down the hallway, not even bothering to stay out of the way of others. The final supposedly started in 3 minutes and the Divinations classroom was so hard to get to. As I was heading up the Divinations Staircase, I ran into Padma Patil—who is in my class—smiling and heading down the staircase. Confused, I headed toward the door, and when the handle didn't open, I ran straight into it.
Caressing my hurt shoulder, I looked at the glass on the trapdoor. Stuck on it was a message from the teacher.
Dear Students,
After grading your last assignment, I have decided to cancel the final. Have fun with the rest of your day and have a great holiday.
I was astonished. A bit disappointed, but nevertheless relieved there was no test. Not quite wanting to go back to the common room, I decided to go the library. My next class was Potions, but not for another hour. Thinking that it could be the last class I had with Draco brought around a bit of a melancholy feeling. I would just have to take Potions next semester and hope he did the same. After this past week, I don't think I'd ever be able to give up tormenting him every day!
I got to the library rather early, which is why I ran into Blaise.
That's when—In my head—it all went wrong.
Well, how'd you like the chapter? Decided to get a nice second kiss in when you—and I—least expected it. And I got a great quote ready for next chapter! I really think this is how a reader-author relationship should be. It makes me happy to have all the support. If you're reading this and you don't normally review, please do. The reviews really brighten my day. Not to mention there are only going to be about 4 more chapters left! I've really squeezed a lot out of this story if you ask me!
And for those of you who answered 'skirt' on the last question: Where I live in England, 'pants' mean all garments you wear below. Mainly reffering to underwear, but it accounts for trousers and skirts as well. You guys are lucky I gave you underpants!
Question of the day: Well, the first thing that popped into my head while watching Top Gear right now was write a sentence (or however much you want, I suppose) about yourself and 3 things you like, then take out every third word. You can do it honestly or just make it as funny as you can. Have fun!