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"We could just order takeout," he finally squeezed out. She looked totally unaffected, while he was aching for her – just a few tears from officially crying over the situation that he was in.
"My mum said no takeout." She smiled and then walked to the fridge.
He smirked, trying – in vein – to return to normal. His breathing was still a little erratic, but he was able to talk in the same cocky way that he usually would. "Then, I'll take you out." He walked over to her and grabbed her waist.
Her breath didn't even hitch. Was I that bad? He was even starting to doubt his abilities, nah, that can't be it. He pulled her jogging bottoms down until they rested under her arse. He slapped it gently after spinning her around, "Go put on something presentable."
"It's a pity you can't change your face." She smiled, "I'd rather not be seen out with that." She slapped his cheek and pulled her trousers back up so they rested on her hips. Then she turned on her heel and walked back to her bedroom. There was a deafening bang! of the door – which basically just screamed 'you are not wanted in here' – and Draco shoved his head back under the stream of water coming from the tap, mentally screaming 'snap out of it' while he was doing so.
Hermione was trying a different tactic back in her own room. Ok, calm down, she tried to reassure herself that this was a normal situation that any/ every teenage girl finds herself in.
I mean, she looked at her reflection in the mirror, how life can be complete without a twisted story of a lying guy fake dating a girl who knows he's lying and is lying back, I don't know! She laughed at herself as swiped on a layer of lip gloss.
She would be crazy before she fell in love with a sadistic bastard like Draco Malfoy. She was going to go out, have a laugh – at his expense – spend his money and then, when the knife was got and stuck in his heart, she would twist it and then pull it out. Leaving him bleeding on the pavement – and gracefully climb over him because she would do all of this and make sure that she still had all the pride she had before this happened still intact. She would win. And what made it even better, was that he would never see it coming.
After pulling on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt she walked out in to the kitchen where Draco was waiting. She was lacing up her converse before he even managed to successfully fight back the blush that had slapped itself on to his face. She walked over to the window and pulled it shut as she suddenly started to feel the full force of the cold, damp air that was shivering its way into the room, and the crack of the frame slotting back into place was enough to wake the 'dead to the world' Draco form his place on the counter.
"Hermione?" he asked and she couldn't bring herself to look at him. "Are you ready?" she didn't answer, thinking that grabbing the keys and stalking out of the front door was enough to signal that she was, in fact, not posing with a coat on for him but ready to leave. "Ok, dumb questions." He murmured before he joined Hermione, standing in the courtyard and trying to figure out what she was waiting for.
He was going to ask her what she was waiting for, but he quickly remembered that she was – albeit within reason – not really speaking to him. He marched towards the swankiest looking car in the yard but she shook her head and motioned to a black jeep. He couldn't see why she didn't want to take the cool, stylish sports car. Hermione didn't know why she always stopped on the porch steps as if she was actually considering taking the other car.
She always knew she was going to climb – extremely ungracefully (as she was just demonstrating to Draco) – into the jeep, but she always paused. She knew she would never trust that 'I'm sorry I can't be there, but I don't really want to be there...gift' as she had recently began dubbing it, just like she would never trust her father again. And even thought she couldn't blame Draco for seeking out the most upmarket car there (heavens knows he just can't be seen in a car that cost less than £600,000!) she took it as the long expected symbol that he was in the same league as the car... untrustworthy and the biggest slap in the face she could ask for.
Honking the horn a few times to stop the monstrosity of the boy in her courtyard staring outrageously at the atrocity that was her car, she slammed shut her door and revved the engine.
He had a whole five seconds to get in the car, before she started backing out of the courtyard. "What's wrong with that car?" seriously! Boys and their cars!
"I'm in the process of arranging for someone to come and pick it up." Hermione's words were emotionless; he thought she was acting like a card board cut-out of the girl he had seen trembling beneath him not twenty minutes ago.
"Something wrong with the engine?" he asked as he fiddled with the controls on the dash, the radio suddenly started blaring and she winced before he brought it back down to a manageable volume. "I can take a look if you want."
"You will do no such thing." She was suddenly defensive; trying to hint that he was testing shark infested waters that he really didn't want to enter. It was like he was getting closer and closer to unlocking her. In her head, it was like the car was there ready to tell him every weakness she had if he so much as put a finger tip on it.
She had to remember that he was to be kept on the outside. He had no place being in her life. He had no place sticking his nose into her problems and her car. And she had no business in letting him. She had nothing to gain from ever letting him in. He would take everything that she had if he could, and he would smile and laugh while he was doing it.
She finally managed to sputter out her next sentence, "There is nothing wrong with the engine."
"So why don't you drive it?"
"Because I don't want too." She wasn't looking at him, so she couldn't see the look on his face as she said those words. It was like he wanted her to trust him. If she was looking at him, he would have been able to pass off his reaction to her sadness as a way to win the bet. But he was feeling empathetic to her back? He couldn't pass that off as not caring even if no one saw. He would know. He would know that for some reason, unbeknownst to him – or anyone – he had just felt something for the girl who was still trying to murder the windscreen with her eyes.
"Maybe you should expand so I have a chance to understand your madness?"
Her face contorted. It was like she was trying to play Medusa in her own twisted version of a Greek mythology production. "So now I'm mad?" she looked like she was trying to turn everything she looked at to stone with her eyes – well, she was still avoiding his gaze, so the small part he could see anyway. Her hair had taken on a life of its own; he would swear that it moved all by itself... And it was scary.
He protested with a straight face, though what he really wanted to do was laugh. "I didn't say that." However, what he really wanted to ask her was if it was coming round to her time of the month or if the stick up her ass was shoved up too far. But, like the good boy he was pretending to be, he kept his mouth well and truly clear of any insulting material – which left him with nothing further to say.
"But you meant it," she was about to spit out that she knew what he was up to. Then she reminded herself that her way would be more fun.
He turned defensive. "No I didn't!" his tail feathers had been well and truly ruffled and he was done keeping his mouth shut.
"Don't lie to me." Oh hunny, if you just knew what I was lying to you about. He thought to himself as he watched her hair move from the category of 'crazy looking' to 'downright freakish', and she tried to flatten it back down as they were stopped at a set of traffic lights.
"Ok, I meant it." He looked at her, if she was surprised that he just admitted it, she didn't show it.
And you could definitely tell that her reaction shocked him to his core. "Now, that wasn't so hard was it?" her eyes were like pebbles of ice that could freeze hell over, and her voice was just as chilling. "I was starting to think that you had less balls then I gave you credit for."
She had pulled the car into the parking lot and had pushed open her door as she was speaking. Draco appeared on her side of the car before she could even slam the car door, "Don't push me, Granger." The way he reverted to her surname made the whole dynamic of the conversation seem more playful and comfortable. Or maybe that was the way that he was hovering over her, smirk tacked into place – as per usual – and he was leaning closer with every short gasp of air she took.
Soon enough his lips where ghosting the shape of her mouth and she was yearning for him to touch her. Tease him! She reminded herself, so as he was about to bring his lips the last few millimetres to meet hers, she pulled away. "I'm still mad." She laughed at her own little joke – even though it wasn't very funny – and then pushed his arm out of the way. "And you are obviously mad if you think I am about to kiss you after that."
Well, dinner was...interesting? Ok, truthfully it was halfway between disastrous and horrific. Can that be called interesting?
"I'll have the steak, medium rare...and she'll have the same." Hermione stared at him, it didn't matter that that was exactly what she was going to order, she still couldn't believe that he was ready to have her shove his drink in his face because he dared to act like he knew her. he had known her for a total of a week and he thought that he could order for her?
The expression 'chew your nose off to spite your face' was exactly what Hermione was going to do. "Actually, she'll have the chicken breast." She really did want the steak, but she wasn't about to give him the satisfaction.
"Ok, but don't expect any of my steak." His eyes were glittering in the cheap lighting of the expensive restaurant. It was the sort of lighting that would make a supermodel look like a monkey in a dress, and she was sure that is exactly what she looked like.
Except, unlike the supermodel she was still completely and utterly sexually frustrated and thinking about the way he left her before she could explode turned her on again, but it also boosted her anger up another notch. All in all, it was not the kind of lighting that made her look good.
She excused herself to go to the bathroom. When she came back, the waiter was gone and Draco was fiddling with his cutlery. The conversation between them consisted of insults thrown back and forward and a promise from Draco that he would finish what he started before the taco's interrupted them, to which Hermione replied 'if you ever want to have sex again, I wouldn't recommend trying to get near my pants'.
"Come again?" he asked her when she threatened his most prized – and probably the most exhibited – jewel he owned.
"You heard me perfectly well if that is your reaction."
"So you are refusing my offer to make you see the stars?" he couldn't believe what he was hearing. "You can't be serious.
She smirked. "When I make a joke, you will know...hint people will be laughing." She rolled her eyes at his expression. "And bring you dick within a metre of me and I will rip it off and feed it to you." She laughed to herself, "Do you think you'd die?"
His head was going nuts, screaming to himself. Why does she say that so casually! Why is she smiling while she is saying that? Correction, because there is no way that that can be considered a smile! he finished talking to himself as their food arrived.
The plates were placed in front of them, "Enjoy your steaks."
"Hermione, the meat is already dead," Draco laughed, "You don't have to kill it yourself."
"You changed my order?" was she being totally bitchy about this, or was she right to be mad? He shouldn't have done that; he shouldn't take charge of her like that. "Do you really think I am joking about shoving your balls so far down your throat that you won't be able to breathe?"
He winked and shoved a slab of his meat into his mouth before speaking with his mouth full, "You know you wouldn't because otherwise who would make you scream, and who would offer to take your virginity."
"And you just assume that I am a virgin?"
"You're not?" why did he feel disappointed when he considered not being the first one to touch her, the first one to make her scream, the first one to have their name screamed off her lips in ecstasy.
She laughed, "I guess you'll have to wait until I let you near me again, if I let you near me again!"
"You will."
One moment she was tucking in, and then the next her food was shoved into his pretty little face. She couldn't remember exactly what he had said, but it was crude and rude, insulting and hate inducing, and bad enough for her to follow her food with her drink. "Dick head."
"Hermione!"
"Find your own way home, my seats were expensive." She turned to walk to the door, "And I don't want to see you tonight...I don't want to see you in a long time."
"Hermione, come on!"
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Kate x