Authors Note: So I'm back with another chapter! And a day early, too! I'd like to thank every one for the reviews/alerts. It really makes me grin.
So I just wanted to say something… I got this idea for a new story (I wont be uploading it, I don't think) but I was wondering… does any one else have the same reaction to me when I get random inspiration for a new story? I kind of grin, start kicking my feet, giggle and have this tingling sensation go through my body. I'm a strange kid, I know ;D!
Any way, I really enjoyed writing this chapter, I hope you enjoy it just as much!
Read on, M'Chickens!
Chapter Eight.
Friday 18th September 1998. (Words: 2491).
Hermione was jolted out of her studies by a loud banging on the door.
Draco, who was sat next to her, also doing his homework, looked up, startled.
He stood up, stretching, and walked over to the door, swinging it open, annoyance clearly written on his face.
"Merlin, no need to break the door down, Weasley," he said, rolling his eyes as Ginny barged past him into the living room.
"It's Zabini now, I think you'll find," she smirked before walking in, carrying her huge, suitcase like, handbag.
"I take it you're staying?" Hermione said rolling her eyes, looking at the bag with a slight glare on her face.
"Yup. And you -" she said, spinning around and pointing at Draco. "-are going to stay at my flat with Blaise. Go on, get your stuff," she said, pushing him towards the bedroom.
"Bitch," he muttered as he closed the door.
"Ass," Ginny yelled at the door.
"Your so bossy," Hermione laughed, putting her quill down on the table. "I don't know how Blaise puts up with you."
"For your information, Mrs. Soon-to-be-Malfoy, Blaise happens to adore me," Ginny said with a smug smile on her face.
"Oh, is that what he tells you?" Hermione smirked. "What are you staying for anyway?"
Ginny looked at her like she was crazy. Why was she staying? Why was she -
"Hermione, you're getting married tomorrow," she said simply.
"Yes, I do know that," Hermione said, rolling her eyes. How could she not? She was a bag of nerves right about now.
"We're having a hen party for you," Ginny said, smirking.
Hermione glared, standing up from her seat on the sofa.
"No way, Ginny," she said, crossing her arms in defiance.
"Yes way, Hermione!" Ginny grinned evilly. Oh, she was going to love this!
"Who was left to clean up all the mess last time? Even though you specifically promised me you would help?" she said furiously.
"I know, but I was a little busy getting married," Ginny said, rolling her eyes at her friend as Draco entered. "And plus it's all arranged now."
"Well then," Hermione snapped. "You'll just have to un-arrange it."
"What's this all about?" Draco said as he walked over to Hermione to give her a hug goodbye.
"Her hen night. She's trying to put a stop to it," Ginny explained as Draco kissed Hermione on the mouth. Ginny fake gagged, earning a glare from Hermione.
Draco laughed, and looked at his Fiancée with sympathy etched across his face.
"Good luck, if Pansy's involved, you'll never get your own way, no matter how stubborn you are," he said, giving her one last kiss before leaving for Blaise's.
"Things are going well between you two then?" Ginny said, smirking.
Hermione didn't answer, only glared at her, before throwing a cushion at Ginny, which she narrowly dodged, due to her amazing Chaser skills. Damn Quidditch.
Less than a few minutes later, the door swung open and in walked Pansy, Daphne, Astoria, Luna, Lavender, Parvati, Padma and Eloise.
Sighing, Hermione gave in. She knew she would never win with this lot here.
A few hours and way too many drinks later, they were all slurring their words.
Pansy, who had a cocktail umbrella in her hair, sang happily.
"In two days time I'm marrying the savior of the wizarding world," she said in a sing song voice. "I shall be Pansy Pamela Potter!" she cackled.
"Pans, you're middle name isn't Pamela. It's Cecelia," Daphne giggled uncontrollably. Silly Pansy.
"Yes, but it fits!" Pansy said loudly, jumping up from her seat on the floor and began dancing around, sloshing her martini everywhere. "I shall change it immediately!"
"Shhh," Hermione giggled, extremely drunk. "If Minnie McGonanonagall -" she stuttered her name, laughing loudly. "If Minnie McGonagall comes in … we're all done for."
"Oh lighten up, Hermininy," Ginny laughed, taking another deep swig of her Firewhiskey. "Tomorrow you're marrying one of the most gorgeous men alive."
"You know, I was supposed to marry Drakey-poo," Pansy sighed as she grabbed a piece of parchment, some ink and a quill.
"But it was weird, you know? He's like my brother."
"You know, you're lucky, Hermione … you're not stuck with someone like Justin Finch-Fletchley. My name is going to be Lavender Finch-Fletchley," Lavender moaned.
"Well I'm going to be Parvati Thomas," Parvati grinned.
"And I'm already Padma Finnigan," said Padma, who had gotten married the week before.
"And our dear Luna here is going to be a Weasley soon," Ginny grinned over at the sleeping girl, who, like Astoria, had passed out on the sofa's after drinking nine shots of Firewhiskey each.
"Don't tell anyone this," Hermione giggled. "But I cannot wait until tomorrow."
Sighing in happiness, she flung herself back onto the floor, where she was sat.
"Aww,'' they all cooed.
"You really do look so sweet together," Pansy said, grinning, scribbling away on the parchment.
"You really think so?" Hermione said, beaming.
"Yes, we all do," Lavender said, nodding.
"You know, I've never seen Draco look at anyone like he does with you, and I've known him for a pretty long time," Daphne commented.
"Really?" Hermione said hopefully. How did he look at her?
"Yup."
"I really think he's falling in love with you, Hermione," Ginny said, smiling.
Hermione's eyes began to tear up.
"You know, that's all I really wanted. Was to find someone who cares about me. Ever since the war, everyone's changed. Nothing's the same anymore. It's like I was empty inside. But it's not like that anymore," she said, sighing, wiping her eyes.
"That's so sweet. When I first found out you and Draco were getting married, I thought you'd never get along, due to past differences. But I shall safely say that I was wrong," Pansy said, putting her parchment into an envelope, licking the sticky part before sealing it. "OUCH…paper cut!" she said glaring at the envelope.
Hermione and Draco had been getting along better and better over the past week. It was almost like they were a normal couple.
Yes, they still had their huge arguments, but it's not easy to change old habits.
"How are things between you and Harry?" Hermione asked, taking a swig of her Vodka and coke.
"It's just … perfect," Pansy smiled. "Did I tell you all about when he showed me those movies?" she said, looking around at them all before she walked over to Draco's owl and tied the letter to his foot, watching as it flew out the open window.
"Yes. Plenty of times," Padma said, rolling her eyes.
"It was so romantic and sweet. We still have the odd arguments and sometimes I feel like I want to murder him, but we're working on it."
"I'm so happy for you," Ginny said beamed, downing her drink, and burping loudly. She was more manly than her six brothers put together at times.
"What about you, Gin? How's married life?" Daphne asked.
"Oh it's wonderful. He's so sweet and romantic and kind and loving and drop dead gorgeous. And let me tell you, underneath those robes, it aint so bad either," she said, winking, causing the girls to fall into a fit of laughter.
Sighing, Hermione looked down at the empty alcohol bottles.
"We're out of alchomoholic beverages!" Hermione said, eyes wide.
"Go steal some of the boy's, then Granger," Daphne said, leaning against the sofa, sighing in content.
Groaning, Hermione raised from her seat and shuffled towards the portrait door, swinging it open and staggering out into the hall way. As she did, she heard Ginny say… "Hey pans, what was in that letter?"
"Oh, a little note to the Ministry, informing them to change my middle name to Pamela," came Pansy's voice, which was followed by a fit of giggles.
Hermione rolled her eyes before strolling drunkenly down the hall way to the Zabini's flat.
She stopped dead outside the portrait… trying to figure out the password to give to Zeus, the god of the sky and thunder.
Hermione put a finger on her chin thoughtfully and hummed. A grin appeared on her face suddenly.
"?" she said loudly, throwing her arms in front of her, palms up, as though the door was going to magically open.
Zeus shook his head in bewilderment.
"My dear, I will give you a clue," he said, smiling down at the drunken girl, pity evident on his face. "It is both Mr. and Mrs. Zabini's favorite Quidditch team."
Hermione 'hummed' once more and began to pace thoughtfully.
"I KNOW!" she said after a few minutes, spinning around, grinning triumphantly. "HOLYHEAD HARPIES! BOOSH!"
"Very well," said Zeus, swinging the portrait open.
"YES!" Hermione yelled, throwing her hands up in the air in victory, before bringing them back down to cover her mouth, which was now shushing herself.
She walked through the hole slowly to see the living room pitch black. Frowning, she shuffled in quietly, hearing the portrait shutting behind her.
She looked around the living room for about five minutes, not finding anything. Hermione then decided to look in the kitchen. There was always drink in the kitchen, right?
She staggered through the open door and began looking through the cupboards.
In her drunken haze, she didn't hear someone enter the kitchen behind her until they're arms snaked around her waist, yanking her back flush against their chest.
She squawked loudly in surprise, sending the empty bottle of Firewhiskey she was holding flying, which smashed against the opposite wall.
"You know," a silky voice whispered in her ear. "You really should learn not to steal from others, dear."
She knew that voice. The voice that she dreamt about almost every night.
Spinning around, she saw his white blond hair, which stood out like the moon in the darkness
"Draconis Malfoy, do not sneak up on me like that!" she scolded. "I could have had a heart attack."
"And we don't want that, now do we?" Draco said, dragging his lips down the side of her neck. It was blatant to see that he had had his fare share of drinks himself. "What are you doing here anyway? Couldn't resist me, huh?"
"No, we ran out of alcohol," Hermione said, rolling her eyes before shoving him away from her.
"So you came to steal ours?" Draco said raising his eyebrows.
He crossed his arms over each other and leant against the door jam, blocking her exit.
"In my defence, I am extremely drunk," Hermione slurred slightly.
"Is that my excuse to take advantage of you?" he said, smirking as he walked towards her, pinning her to the counter.
"You wish," Hermione laughed, trying to sneak away from him, which failed. Epically.
"Hmm," he said, putting one hand on her cheek and the other on the counter. "And tomorrow I shall have my wish."
He leaned down before kissing her. The kiss wasn't quick and slow, it was fast, raw with passion.
Before Hermione knew it, she was sat up on the counter with her legs wrapped around his waist, his arms up her shirt and placed firmly on her buttocks.
A catcall came from behind them, making them jump apart.
"Look who's getting it on in the kitchen," Theo said from the kitchen door way, doing a little dance. Idiot. Draco turned around and Hermione looked over his shoulder.
Theo, Blaise, Goyle, Ron, Neville, Harry, Dean and Seamus were stood there, looking at them with massive grins their faces.
"Am I not aloud to kiss my fiancé?" Draco said, glaring at them all. He was not happy with them for interrupting him and his lovely.
"That - that was not kissing, my friend," Dean laughed.
"Yeah, that was more like dry humping," Harry chuckled.
"On my kitchen counter, too," Blaise glared.
Blushing furiously, Hermione jumped off the counter, staggering slightly, before Draco steadied her.
"Right, I'm going. You quite clearly have no alcohol for us," she mumbled before pushing her way through the boys, down the hall way and out the flat. She'd never felt more embarrassed in her life!
(Earlier that night.)"Draco," Blaise said when the blond boy walked into the flat. "I'm guessing Ginny forced you to leave, did she?"
"You got a handful with that one there, Blaise," Draco laughed, sitting down next to Blaise on the sofa.
"She's lovely. But when she want's something, she knows how to get it," Blaise smirked.
"Seems like you two are happy, then," Draco said, rolling his eyes. "Who knew that Blaise Zabini would fall in love with the spit fire of the Weasley clan."
"And who knew that you would fall in love with a mudblood?" Blaise said, raising his eyebrows.
Draco instantly flared up.
"Do not call her that!" he hissed, pulling his wand out on his best friend.
Blaise held his hands up in defense.
"Hey, chill, you know I have nothing against Muggle-borns and Muggles. Just think Draco, before you go pulling your wand out on people, less than a year ago, you were the one who was following a mad man who was trying to eliminate what your fiancé is all about," Blaise warned, and Draco, looking ashamed, put his wand away.
"Sorry, I just get a little …" he trailed off, not knowing what to say.
"Defensive? Protective? When are you going to admit that you actually have feeling's for her?" Blaise sighed.
"It's not that simple, Blaise," Draco moaned, covering his face with his hands.
"And why not?"
"My father," Draco said simply, it coming out a little muffled due to his hands covering his mouth.
Blaise didn't say anything for a few minutes.
"The guy is a mad man, Blaise. If he found out that I have feeling for a Muggle born and was marrying her tomorrow, he would murder me. Actually, he'd probably murder her first and make me watch. And what's even worse about it all, is that the very boy his precious Dark Lord failed to kill, is one of her best friends?" Draco explained before Blaise could say anything. He leant back on the sofa, closing his eyes, sighing.
"Well," Blaise said, smirking. "At least I got you to admit your love for Granger," he laughed.
Draco snapped his eyes open and rolled them at his best friend. "Shut up, you great oaf! I never said I loved her!"
It was then that there was a knock at the door.
"Hey, not a word to any of them about this," Draco threatened.
"You actually think I would tell them?" Blaise scoffed. "Please, brother, have a little faith in me, will you?"
He stood up and strolled over to the door and swinging it open.
There stood Theo, Goyle, Harry, Ron, Neville, Dean and Seamus, carrying alcohol with massive grin's on their faces.
"Great," Draco groaned, his head falling back once again.
This was going to be a long night.
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