Disclaimer: me? Own? You must be joking …
-God, I haven't had a manicure for ages,- sighed a honey-haired girl sitting in a chair in front of a manicurist.
-And I don't see a reason for you to take one, you have such beautiful hands.- said the manicurist. Girl smiled.
-Hands aren't everything that's nice in this girl,- said a teasing young man's voice-Granger, hey, what a coincident , that I find you, of all people, here.
-Mr. Malfoy…-girl's voice was a little shaking- what a… surprise.
-What? Can't say pleasant? Can't utter such a lie, can you, Granger?
-Why are you so angry, mr. Malfoy? –asked girl smiling- in our agreement there is not a point, saying that I must be happy every time I see you.
-Yes, there is not- sigh- pity. I see everything's quite alright, for now, is it not?
-Well yes. For now. I hope it'll be this way until the end of the year…
-What? Afraid of being punished?- he smirked.
-Actually, yes, I am.-girl confessed silently, with that totally disturbing him.
-Hey, Granger, are you alright?- boy in front of her sounded quite worried and Hermione couldn't believe her ears.
-Here, you're all finished.- the lady manicurist said.
-Thank you.- girl stood up and hurried from the beauty salon as fast as she could. Mister Malfoy felt quite hurt, when she abandoned him like that, but he only shrugged his shoulders and fled after her.
-Oy! Granger, wait up! – the girl sighed, 'why, why he couldn't leave me alone?'
-Yes? –'get the fuck away from me! ' she was screaming in her head.
-Where are you going?-asked the young man, now walking pied-a-pied with her.
-Shopping.-She waved her list.
-Oh.- he was silent for a moment.- okay then.
-Sorry for asking, but what's okay?
-You're a curious one, aren't you? –he chuckled silently-I'll escort you.
-WHAT?- this time, she didn't bothered to correct her question to a politier one, my guess would be, she was too shocked .
-What? Something's wrong?- Hermione was stunned…
-Why are you doing this?- his last sentence freaked her out so much that she threw that sentence at him without thinking about the consequences even for a second. Luckily for her, Malfoy was having a good day. And a very good day at that, so he let it slip. After a few seconds of his silent cheering, from freaking her out, he remembered:
-What… this? Escorting you?-girl obviously remembered what's the talk about, because she nodded, and he once again (and not for the first time at that) caught himself admiring her. He shook his head and willed all good thoughts out of his head, and continued their conversation.- well, I want to. And I have nothing else… I mean, nothing better to do. -U-huh… 'key, then. Well, first I have to go here.
-Let's go then…
After good half an hour, he was carrying like a gazillion packages, bags and boxes, but, disregarding that he was still, somehow, very content.
-Oy, H…Granger, what's the matter?- he asked girl who had stopped so abruptly, that he had almost, almost walked into her.-well?- he asked impatiently, his eyes following hers. What he saw was a necklace. The girl stood there mesmerized by it. Boy looked at her, looked at the necklace, and said nothing. But he memorized the store.
-So… Granger may I ask a question?
-Sure.
-Why don't you never pain you nails with colors, like all other girls do?.. what? What's so funny? Why are you laughing?
-Nothing. Just the way you expressed your thought.
-What's wrong with my way of expressing?
-Nothing's wrong, just that you said "paint" your nails. That's all.
-So? What's wrong with that?
-Well, it should be "polish" or "varnish".
-Why?
-Well, because you don't do paintings on your nails.- she smiled, and he, with horror, realized that he liked her smile. He liked it very much…
-So. Why don't you do it, whatever it's called?
-I don't know. I guess I haven't found my color yet.-He didn't make any comments, but simply memorized that sentence. (A/N: again? That's two memory notes in one day. What's happening to this boy? ;) )
-Okay. So what's next on your list?
-Nothing. I'm done, so now, I'll go home.
-…- what could he say? So, he accompanied her to the nearest fireplace and helped her get in. As she turned around and said "The Burrow" and was about to throw the Floo powder he caught her fist and whispered:
-Wait a bit, Granger…- he smirked at her questioning expression, leaned in and gently kissed her on the lips. He backed away and as she was about to say something he released her hand, she released powder and disappeared in a cloud of green flame.
Young Malfoy stood in front of the fireplace with a smile (A/N : now, that's something new hehehe) and after a few minutes he turned away and walked back to the jewelry store they had seen earlier…
(…)
-Merry Christmas, everyone!- and with that Hermione woke up, to see a huge pile of presents. She smiled:
-So it's really Christmas today…
Then she got up and started unwrapping her presents. Her first present was from her parents. They send her, as expected, a book, which Hermione'd wanted for some time now, and as always, some money to use as she pleases. Her second present was from mrs. Weasley, who gave her a wool sweater (it was light green for some unknown reasons) and a bag of candy. After that came Ron's present – a book. (not that she had expected anything more.) Harry had given her a calendar she appreciated it- it'll come in handy at school. The twins gave her a package from their shop, when she saw what was inside she blushed and then grinned, she would have fun with these. Then into her room fled Harry and Ron, both smiling like mad-mans.
-Merry Christmas 'Mione! – they both said cheerfully.
-Oh, hey guys. Merry to you too.- she smiled, they still acted like kids at times.
-Are you happy with your presents?- asked Ron.
-Of course I am, thanks a lot guys. And you?
-Hell yeah!- they both shouted in unison.- she smiled from how simple it was to make these two happy.
-Oh 'Mione look! You haven't opened these yet!- yelled Ron holding out two packages.
-Get your paws away from my presents Ronald!- she made an angry face, but smile ruined it quite nicely. Boy just laughed and handed her her presents.
-Oh look, this one's from Vic.- Ron visibly paled.
-Y..you two communicate…much?
-No…well… a little.
-So little that he sends you Christmas presents?
-I sent him a present too, so what's the big deal? We're friends…
- ! –Ron was opening his mouth again, but luckily Harry was fast enough to stop him.
-We'll be waiting for you downstairs 'Mione.-and he dragged Ron out of the room.
-Uff…- girl sighed and unpacked Krum's present.-Well…this is … oh, hell who am I kidding? – he had sent her a photo album of himself.-it's just soooooooo like him to do this kind of thing.- she smirked when a photo of oh-so-famous-quidditch seeker smiled at her. She smirked once more and put the album into a bookcase. Then, she finally saw a small box wrapped in deep dark green paper with a silver ribbon. There was no address so, Hermione got really curious. She unwrapped the ribbon carefully and slowly unpacked the box…
-Oh , my , god…- she exhaled when she saw what was inside. Inside the box lied a necklace. The necklace that she saw the other day, the day she was with none other then … Malfoy. 'He's the only one who saw it… but it couldn't possibly be…' her train of thought stopped there when she saw that beside the necklace was a little beautiful bottle full of dark- and I mean really dark- green nail polish. When she turned the bottle a bit she saw some little silver sparks, which were visible just from one angle of looking. And on the bottom of the box was a little note : " Hope you'll like it. Those are two of my favourite colours (figures…) so I thought that maybe you'll like them too. Merry Christmas. " girl was so stunned that only a few moments later she remembered that she needed to breathe.
'Why am I so touched by his presents?- she wondered- he's an ass, a quite handsome at that, but still, he made me somehow of a servant, and I still like his presents more than I like those given me by my friends.- she sighed deeply- it's fucking harder than I thought…'- and with these so un-Hermionic words she got up from her bed, changed, then cursed under her breath and took a shower, then got dressed again , than she polished her nails (A/N: with the new polish… makes one wonder…) thought that it looks nicely so she cursed again, and after that she finally got downstairs. Only after few really nasty glares at anyone who dared to mention her new nails colour, after many sighs and many curious glances from Ginny, holidays were FINALLY over, and Hermione could relax and go back to her beloved Hogwarts…
(…)Hogwarts. After the holidays, Hermione's bedroom.
She let out a soft moan when his tongue circled her nipple. His hand in the mean time slid down her inner tight, while the other slowly massaged her back. A gasp tore out her lips when his hand reached her already wet panties. He, teasingly slow of course, took them of, and then his long slender fingers got into her wetness sliding in and out in slow, gentle motions. And even though, she tried really hard to resist him, another moan escaped her mouth. Her body desperately wanted that sinful pleasure that he was giving her.- Oh god…- she whimpered as he replaced his fingers with his hot mouth, and now his hands were cupping her breasts. His tongue was… well he was the sex god after all, so you get the idea. Her mind was drifting away and now she was floating in these wonderful clouds of ecstasy. Then, suddenly, out of nowhere, this hard, sharp sound came and tore her away from his hands. She opened her mouth to scream and… she woke up in her messy bed in her dormitory.
-Well, that was one hell of a dream.- she panted heavily while trying to calm herself down. When she finally managed to get up, there was a knocking on her window, where she went with extremely shaky legs. There was an owl, waiting for her to let it in. Hermione took the letter, thanked the owl (she was still so shocked that she didn't even realize that that was an OWL she just thanked ) and went back to her bed to read it. When she saw the familiar hand-writing she became quite scarlet, all the same, she opened it. In the envelope was a little piece of paper: "Dear ms. Granger, I hope that you can give me some of your time, tonight at 7:30 in the Room of Requirement. Respectfully mr. Malfoy "
-Ohhhh shit…
A/N: and … that's it for today. Share your opinions please.