Sorry for not updating in such a long time. I started working more hours and I'm going through a divorce. It's been a stress of a few months. Also; I discovered Voltron: Legendary Defender which has taken up a lot of my time seeing that I've rewatched it three or four times already. Might have to do a fanfic about that one.
Also; someone pointed out Cormac is a year above Hermione. Until, I would like to point out, he had to repeat a year (for unknown reasons) and can be seen on the train to hogwarts in year seven using our favorite Slytherin's line "My father WILL hear about this" and can be found in the battle of hogwarts. At least in the movies. Therefore that is why he is in this, plus I wanted someone everyone could unite against cause he's a regular douche. That note is something I was going to touch on at one point, just not yet.
I may not post regularly cause I'm transfering states with my job and that means a move soon. I promise I'll try to post more often though. This chapter's more just fluff so I can get back into my groove. Plot will thicken shortly!
CHAPTER SIX - WHIPPED
Hermione dropped her bags next to her on the table in the common room. Before she could even move to pull out her quill and parchment to start on her DADA essay, her bags were gone.
"Pansy." Hermione yipped, chasing after the girl who now had a half a flight of stairs lead on her. The lead widened when Tracey stepped in the way. "Guys, give me back my bag. We have an essay to write." She groaned.
"And you were specifically told to do something that didn't involve a quill and a book." Blaise cooed from behind her. "I can think of something we could do." She rolled her eyes at him as Theo gave a choked grunt, and turned bright red. Whether it was embarassment or anger, or some mixture of the two, Hermione couldn't tell.
"Blaise, back down." Malfoy said. He hadn't looked up from his book. She didn't even realize he was curled up on one of the chairs. His outer robe was strone across the back of the chair and the first couple of buttons on his suit shirt had been undone. Even when he was obviously not trying he looked extremely attractive-not that Hermione would ever admit that. It was more of an infuriating attractive. How can you look so good when you don't even try. That was it.
Blaise grunted. Hermione pouted. All she wanted to do was study to get all this stress out of her mind. Then it clicked.
"Malfoy, go get my stuff from Pansy. I'm sure she'd let you past the wards no problem." Hermione said confidently.
Malfoy turned to give her an are you fucking kidding me look.
"I agreed to drink at that party for the sole condition that one of you slytherins get to be my errand boy for a day." She said flatly. Malfoy looked horrified, and Hermione grinned in victory.
"I didn't agree to that." He said, his face stilling to show no other emotion but rage.
"Technically you did when you took that first drink." Theo admitted.
Malfoy looked at Theo in stunned silence. "You do it then. I'm not doing it."
Hermione almost yelped as a breath brushed her ear. "I'd bet he'd do it if you were a Slytherin-or acted like one." Blaise cooed quietly in her ear before sauntering away to sit on the couch across from Malfoy. Blaise winked at her and nodded to the blone.
Bloody hell, why not? She faced the dark lord, she could get Malfoy to do one little afternoon's worth of chores.
Hermione glided towards Malfoy, trying to mimic how Pansy seemed to flow across the room smoothly whenever she was on a mission. Malfoy was now bickering at Blaise over something completely unrelated as she let her hands slid down his shoulders. He froze under her touch mid sentence and she hoped to merlin he couldn't tell her heart was pounding in her chest. She like the way her hands looked as they made their way over his shoulders and down the front of his shirt. She'd have to get Pansy to do her nails like hers.
"It's just one little favor, Malfoy." She said, as sexily as she could. It sounded almost wrong coming out of her own mouth but she felt Malfoy tense even more under her touch as she leaned into him. "I just want-"
"Oh bloody hell alright I'll do it!" Malfoy said, jumping up from his seat before she could even finish her plea. The sudden loss of support almost sent Hermione tumbling over the back of the chair… almost.
"Merlin's balls, what was that." Theo gasped out after Malfoy had stormed up the stairs. He passed Pansy on her way down.
"What's gotten into Drake?" She asked quizically.
"I tried mimicking you, and I guess it worked?" It came out more like a question.
"Mimicking me. Hunny you have a lot to learn." Pansy said, popping her lips into a pout with one hand on her hip and flipping her hair back as if she was some sort of queen.
Laughter seeped through the common room entrance as some of the other Gryffindors-oddly enough Ginny included-made their way into the common room. Seamus, Dean and Neville stood there with Ginny, joking about something to do with Ronald in fourth year. But that's all that Hermione caught.
"Hello." Ginny cooed towards Blaise, who responded with a smirk and a wink. Hermione added interrogating Ginny about Harry and Blaise to her list of mysteries.
"You know, I'm curious." Theo said, staring down the red head. "How did you get past Snape?"
She grinned. "Apparently, as head girl he's under the impression that I'll keep all of you in check instead of joining you in your… how did he put it?"
"Tomfoolery." Seamus finished with a snort. "What did we miss?"
"Nothing." Theo shrugged. "Hermione's just got Malfoy whipped that's all."
Theo never had a chance. The book came zinging across the room with such speed and accuracy not even Hermione processed what happened at first.
"Not my books Malfoy!" She jeered, peering up at the Slytherin Prince who was now standing on the staircase with her bag.
"It's not yours. I took Pansy's charms book for good measure." He snorted as he made his way down the stairs.
"Bloody hell." Theo groaned, clutching the back of his head in his hands.
"I'm not whipped." Malfoy spat, dropping into his seat, Hermione's bag still in his hands.
"Gimme." She said quickly snatching at it. He held it away from her. Hermione was now leaning over the chair back, her toes barely grazing the floor, her legs kicking as if the momentum would push her fingers closer to the bag… still several inches away. Curse Malfoy and his abnormally long arms.
Determination set in Hermione's face, and she jumped Malfoy, tickling him. She wasn't sure if it would work at first, but put more effort into the action when Malfoy yipped and started laughing and squirming. He looks good when he laughs.
"St-stop that!" He cried out. He started fighting back, trying to grab both her hands. However, she dodged each of his grabs, relentlessly not giving up.
Finally, Malfoy bucked his hips, sending both of them rolling off the chair. Hermione braced for the fall, but her head never hit the ground. Instead something soft blocked her fall, which she realized after the fact was Malfoy's hand.
In the shock of the movement Malfoy was able to pin her hands above her head, straddling her waist. He was leaned over, panting to catch his breath. "Give up?" He inquired. Amongst her struggle, she came face to face with Draco's left forearm. His sleeves were pulled down, but she still felt it. The dark mark was still there. She flinched away, not really on purpose it just happened. Hermione kicked at him. Curse his height, she could only weakly kick her knees into his lower back, doing no damage. Malfoy smirked, and moved both wrists into the grasp of one of his hands. She tried to use that as an escape but curse his long fingers! His hand was strong enough and big enough so she couldn't find a weak point to wriggle free.
With his free hand, he retaliated, tickling her instead. Hermione squealed and tried to squirm away to no success. "Give up yet?" He laughed. She couldn't respond as tears began to stream down her face. She was still squealing laughter until suddenly Malfoy buckled over trying to dodge another set of hands tickling him from behind.
Ginny had come to her rescue. However she was quickly countered by Blaise, who grabbed her from behind, pinning her arms to her sides. "Hey, two against one is a little unfair." he laughed. Ginny flailed her legs, which no longer made it to the ground. Why were all the Slytherins so tall… and fit?
It didn't take but a few seconds for a war to break out. The squishy furniture pillows, some minor prank jinxed and even someone's shoe were flying about in bouts of laughter as the Gryffindors stood their ground against the Slytherins.
"What in the world?" The eighth years froze mid battle. Seamus had exploded a pillow in a puff of down feathers which were now floating around in mid air, levitated by Pansy's wingardium which had been initially aimed towards the chair that Neville was now stuck on a few feet off the ground. The others seemed to be frozen mid fight posed with pillows.
"Professor McGonagall!" Pansy yipped in surprise, dropping Neville with a thud and a startled yelp.
The professor just shook her head in dismissal as the eighth years braced themselves for a lecture.
"Friday night, I would like the eighth years to stay behind after dinner." She said smoothly. "Please relay the message to the others."
She spun on her heel and began her exit before turning around and transfiguring several books. The new pillows shot towards the teens, hitting each in the back of the head before departing.
She laughed at herself in the hallway at the many comments of surprise the echoed behind her. No one in her dorm ever defeated her in a pillow fight. Anything was ammunition to her.
Back in the common room, the students were slumped over in defeat, laughing at the fact that they'd just been one-up'd by McGonagall of all people.
"Can I have my books back now?" Hermione sighed, glancing at Malfoy.
He shrugged. "If you can transfigure them back into books."
Sorry for such a short fluffy chapter I'm still getting back into the swing of where I wanted the story to go. Next chapter should be posted today or tomorrow to make up for it.