O.O this…isn't…possible… another chapter from me? Omg… wow .'''' after how many ages? Sorry guys… love you all, hope y'all still interested in this one .''
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Next morning, when everyone were finally awake enough to comprehend what was what, professor Sprout, not wasting another minute, sent them all out into the blistering cold once again to search for a herb, which, conveniently grew on the top of "some-stupid-good-for-nothing-…-fucking-annoying…" (Malfoy's words) mountain. And I am NOT going to tell you how exactly Mr. Malfoy called this herb… .'' after mindless hours of totally hopeless searching, professor Sprout finally gave up:
-Alrighty then, I guess this shall be enough excitement for one day. You lot can go do, whatever it is you youngsters do these days… - at this point, everyone (even miss Granger who, being who she was, searched most of all, ergo, was the most tired and cold) took a sigh of relief and dragged their tired and freezing bodies back to the hotel, for a cup of well-deserved hot chocolate and a blanket or two …
(…) aaaaaand we're back in our hotel ^.^
He didn't even have to open his mouth for her to know it was him. She sighed. And then, she sighed again, because he talked:
-Got cold…Granger?- sighing once again, she turned:
-What do YOU want, Malfoy?-seemingly ignorant of her tone AND her state, he stalked even closer to her, leaned in, and whispered straight into her ear:
-Well… I don't know…maaaaaaaybe, a shower?- his trade-mark smirk, which was in place from very beginning, only widened when he saw her catching on his innuendo. Despite poor thing going from red to crimson, he had to admit that even then, she did not lose her cool:
- So why don't you go and take one. Leaving me alone in the process?- his smirk turned positively malicious at this point:
- Now you see, that is not an option, since, I have no intension what so ever, in taking one alone. It is rather boring that way. – poor girl was beyond scarlet now, but somehow, her being cold also started kicking in then.
-A-a-and what exactly are you su-gg-gg-ggesting, Mr. Ma-a-a-a-a-lfoy? – his eyebrow shot to the sky.
-Stuttering, Granger? Aw, am I reeeeeeeally that scary?
-He-e-e-ell no…. I'm just…kinda…free-ee-eezing..- and now he did notice that the poor thing was really shivering, her clothes were soaking wet and under her blush, she was quickly turning blue.
-Holy shit! Granger! We have to warm you up yesterday! – even before the words were out of his mouth he had her up and in his arms (bridal-style *smirks the author*) and was dashing to his room.
(…) Draco's private suite.
He didn't really bother listening to her protests while he rapidly undressed her, tossing her wet clothes all over the place not even registering that his rug was getting wet from them. He didn't even bother listening to her quiet mumbles as he laid her on his bed and wrapped her in his blankets. He didn't even register her soft mewls when he put on the fire (in the fireplace, what'd you thought? -.-''). He did, however notice her almost falling asleep which, was a no-no, even he knew that. So, while quickly casting a super heating char on her and at the same time pouring some golden liquid in a glass he yelled for her to stay awake:
-Yo! Granger! Do not go falling to sleep on me now! – that tossed her from her slumber:
-M?
-No "mm's" for me, young lady. Drink this.
-Nio.- he couldn't believe she just say "nio" to him. He put that aside for later now and tried again:
-Granger. Drink. Nooooooow. That's an order! – she was about to ask what it was she was drinking, but he, being as sneaky as he was, used the opportunity of her opened mouth and poured the liquor straight in.
-*cough* *cough* Whaaaat was that?
-Whiskey. Now drink one more.
-NYA.- that left Draco like "O.O"
-Um, Grager, I know you're not well but, seriously, nya?- girl blushed.
-Fine, gimme that.- and with that, she gulped another glass.
-Good girl. – he actually went as far as petting her head for which he did get a quite annoyed look from her. He only grinned though:
-Sleep now, princess.
-O-okay…- she managed to get out while yawning – g'night…- and with that, she promptly felt asleep. He, however, still sat there, on the edge on the bed, watching her. 'Only for a moment' or so he thought… a good few hours had passed, when he finally managed to get out of the trance and stand up from the bed. She really was a sight to be seen. Even he had to admit it. And he did, while quietly changing into his "sleeping" pants, or boxers to be more precise and getting into bed next to her to get some shut-eye.
(…) next morning. Draco's private suite.
'This is SO not my room' – was first rational Hermione's thought when she opened her eyes that morning. And then, when she tried to move in order to look around, she couldn't. There was a hand, draped over her waist. And that hand was holding her close to a body, quite possessively…and tightly. 'Do not panic, Hermione, do not panic…' her last night was foggy AND she was sporting a major headache. 'What the…' she thought again and then, she slowly and carefully turned around, her eyes following the hand holding her. When her eyes went above that hand's shoulder, she gasped. Then, shrieked:
-MALFOY?
-Shush, luv, it's still early…lemme sleep.- he mumbled sleepily into Hermione's hair and was about passing out again, but she wasn't gonna let him do that now, was she?
-Malfoy! Wake up!
-Mhmph…
-Malfoy! WAKE THE HELL UP!
-Key key, I'm awake. Stop with all the shouting already… geez, you're truly are a pain in the ass in the mornings, aren't you, sweetums?- that almost, almost left her speechless…
-Why…why am I in your bed? And… oh my god, where are my clothes? And… jesus fucking christ almighty, Malfoy, are you naked?-poor bloke cringed at all that shouting… he was NOT a morning person and all this woman's stressing out was NOT what he needed right now… so he put a finger on her lips, to prevent her from more shouting and started answering her questions:
-You're here, because you almost froze to death last night, you aren't wearing your clothes, because they were soakin' and I had to take them off of you before you got hypothermia, and I am most certainly NOT naked… I am wearing boxers. I always sleep like this. Well, more often than not…-at that she finally stopped him:
-Okay, no more details. Please… thank you., I guess, for what you did for me last night…
-No problem, princess.
-But I don't get one thing though…
-What would that be? - he asked lying back down and taking her with him.
-Why does my head hurt this much?
-Well…. Um…. I guess, you're just not use to liquor…
-Come again?- he was just opening his mouth to give her a solidly valid explanation when…
BAM-KABOOM-DUNKST aaaaand…:
-WHAT THE HELL?
/tbc/ o.o
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