A/N: I'm terrible, terrible person, I know. I beg of y'all forgiveness *bows and grovels* but here YOU are, my dearests! I'm staying all night up for this chapter just for You all ^.^
I hope it'll please You. On a side note, I am not promising soon updates anymore, but I promise that updates will happen. On with the trip now… :
Disclaimer: don't own.
Chapter 8: Da Alps
(…) since last night was Friday we now find ourselves on Saturday's morning. The "vacation" begins in three…two…one… NOW ^.^
- Is everyone ready? – asked professor Sprout not really waiting for an answer, but when everyone still nodded just for the sake of nodding, she smiled and continued, - alrighty then, let us go!- and so, they did…
(…) few hours later, after a adventure-less journey on a train, all seventh-years plus few professors arrived into hotel, conveniently named "D'hôtel d'amour"… and so, the "Searching" has started… after a seriously long (in Draco's opinion) hours of mindless searching in the blistering cold, he was feeling like killing somebody so he simply turned around and went back to his rooms for a long, relaxing and most importantly, hot, shower. After he was done with his ritual, feeling totally relaxed by the way, he exited his shower and put his hand out, for he wandleslly called for his fresh clothes. Maybe because he did it wandleslly, maybe because he was thinking "interesting" thoughts rather than concentrating on his clothes or maybe, ech, bloody Hell, there's no telling why, but into his hand flew clothes not quite belonging to him…
-What the fuck…- and mere seconds later he burst out laughing wildly for he 'acciod' HER (no need to explain whose) clothes… only few seconds needed to pass before :
-MALFOY!
-It WASN'T me!- an instant response flew out his mouth before he could even consider what he was saying… 'Fuck',- he cursed again, 'I shouldn't have..'- SLAM, his door were spelled open with a bang, revealing a very pissed off and a very… clothes-less Hermione (she was only wearing a tiny towel. Which should have been illegal at all in Draco's humble opinion.)
-You.- hissed the girl with voice, laced with fury, -You, bastard! Give me back my fricking clothes back now!
-Yeah, sure, I mean, it was an accident… honest! I was just trying to get some clean clothes here!
-Hrmpf. – was the only answer he got before she unceremoniously snatched her clothes from his numb fingers. – First my cat, now my clothes, honestly, what will you try to get your hands onto next?
-You. – that one, seemingly simple word, got Hermione gaping at the man before her wide-eyed. In his defense, he looked just as stunned as her at what he had just said. A few seconds later, finally regaining her composure, she hissed:
-Dream on, you..you nazi. – his eyebrow shot at that 'Nazi? Really?' he thought of seriously smirking, but her next words killed his up-forming smirk really well,- You, oh… just fuck off will you. – and with that she stormed out without a backwards glance.
-Women…- he cursed, but then, a few moments later, his face was light by a small smile,-women…
(…) diner time.
Nothing special happened there… except for a few random food fights (o.o), but happily, no one got hurt (lol). After all had sated their hunger (for food at least .;; ) the manager of the hotel, a wonderful and cheerful man, announced that everyone had a possibility to take a swim in the hotel's own and unique hot spring. That announcement was met with such a big enthusiasm it made the manager chuckle and made the professors a little worried… not without a reason too, by the way…
Last student to enter the spring, of course, was none other than Draco himself, as noticed Hermione, who was just accidentally lurking in the shadows near the spring… 'Pay-back time.' She smirked evilly and prepared to wait patiently a bit while longer… People left, as strange as it might seem, by houses, where first to go were Hufflepuffs, closely followed by Ravenclaws… no surprise there though, as they were trying to get away from a fight which obviously has starting in the spring between two other houses… Now there, just for a moment, Hermione was tempted to go in and bite Malfoy's head of for not dealing with it but, just as she was about to jump from her hiding place:
-WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU MORONS DOING?- that was quickly followed by grumbling Slytherins leaving first and then followed by a little grumpy, but even so grinning Gryffindors. She couldn't help but smile (just a tiny little bit, really) – he was keeping to his word after all…even so, pay-back is pay-back, so true to her word too, Hermione waited out the last student to exit the spring before quietly entering herself… she had planned only to sneak in, grab his clothes and sprint away, but the view in front of her stopped her dead in her tracks… Malfoy was standing under a waterfall… naked. She felt her jaw drop, bloody Hell but he was gorgeous. Tall, lean and muscular plus his skin seemed to radiate light making him look even paler. His hair, like a shining nimbus, was falling just above his shoulders and for a second… just a second Hermione caught herself thinking if those locks were as soft as they looked, basked in the Moonlight. In another moment, however, she was already 'stealing' his clothes away from a neat pile on a bench where he had left them. Smirk in place and… she ran for it ^.^
Draco left the hot spring relaxed and calmer than calm… that is until his eyes met the empty space previously occupied by his clothes. Three…two…one…:
-GRANGER! – a soft giggle-like noise only confirmed what he already knew, she was the one to do it. 'Not that I particularly mind though… it's nothing too tragic to walk to my room like this. After all I DO still have my towel.' (no matter that that tiny peace of cloth could hardly be considered a towel) but anyhow, without any second thoughts, Draco Malfoy marched straight down the corridors until he got to his room in the other side of hotel. When he finally reached his room, (last few paces he went kinda at a quickened pace because he felt he was getting chilly and he wanted to get into his warm sweater sooner) half of the seventh year girls population were lying on the floor unconscious, while the other half tried hard to keep from drooling and/or bleeding (from their noses -.-'')… it seemed like many guys were going to become very happy tonight…
When Draco entered his room, he was greeted by yet another surprise. His clothes lied neatly on his bed, with a note attached to them : "As you so kindly informed me, you wanted clean clothes, didn't you, mister Malfoy? So I took the liberty of cleaning your clothes for you. Enjoy your evening, respectfully, miss Granger." Weren't he a Malfoy, his jaw would've hit the floor as he read. As he was, it didn't.
-So… little miss Granger wants to play huh…- he murmured into the quiet space of his private rooms, wicked smile finding place on his lips- we shall play then, we shall play…
(…) in the meantime, the quarters of the one, the only, misssss Head-girl.
After the stunt, pulled with Malfoy, having missed the joys of hot spring, our favorite girl now found herself taking and enjoying a peaceful, hot shower. Her head in the clouds, thinking about the day, reliving all her findings and discoveries, she's oblivious to everything and anything that's happening outside her shower. That includes silent footsteps outside her bathroom door. That also includes a silently murmured spell to unlock them. Hermione calmly washed the last shampoo out of her hair, finished cleaning her body, but still didn't turn off the water. She just loved how the water felt, falling against her face washing away all her worries. So she blindly reached for a towel..(bad idea, oh how bad…) which was kindly offered to her. She gasped and finally opened her eyes:
-How'd you…- but his finger on her lips silenced her, as well, as his whispered:
-Shh…- then he reached behind her and turned of the water, his eyes never leaving hers. He took a step back and unfolded the towel before her. She stepped out and he wrapped it around her body. She still said nothing, only holding his eyes with hers.. She said nothing when he dried her hair with a smaller towel, and continued her silence while he dried of her body with the towel he earlier had put on her… his hands slid up and down her curves and with a small jolt of surprise Hermione realized that she didn't mind being dried by his hands or being touched by them 'Now that's a disturbing thought'.. when she's finally dry, he slowly took her bath-robe, dressed her up, smiled (smiled?) and, with a small peck to her hand, left. Just like that. She stood there frozen.
'What the Hell has just happened here?' was the only thought going through her head at that moment. She had just wanted a hot shower after a long, exhausting and clod day…
-Well, I guess I got exactly what I wanted… -and then she felt asleep, with a small smile gracing her lips.
(…) their 'vacation' is finally over now, and they all returned to Hogwarts and… hey! Why are you throwing things at me? O.o oh okay okay, I'm just joking… there's still a lot to come in their 'vacation' ;DD now, where was i? oh yeah…
/TBC/
A/N: sorry guys, but it's 3am and I'm kinda tired o.o so this is all for tonight… not a cliffy too ^^ I'm proud… sorry in advance for any spelling mistakes or any other… well, goodnight ^^I hope you enjoyed the chapter… *yawns and curls on the keyboard* see you all soon, reviews are love ^.^