Chapter 12
At Whatever The Expense.
(A.N. so last time I said I would write some more I was wrong, but this time for sure I can so no worries. I'm putting a little comedy into the story that doesn't quite fit Draco's personality but I just want to write him as I would like to see him for one chapter and see how it goes. If you like it comment and if you don't tell me why and what could do better thanks a bunch!)
Malfoy didn't look at his surroundings as he rushed through the castles halls, he only knew by the methodic beats and turns of his feet that he was heading for his dormitory. Thoughts were racing through his head, none of them making any since. How can I make it up to her? No why should I even try, I don't give a rat's ass about her, and even, I wonder if a box of pizza will make her feel better…girls like pizza don't they?
The more he thought though the more aggressive and angry he got with himself. He realized that not only had he hurt the gal's feelings but he had most importantly damaged his street cred. What would it look like to people? Malfoy kissing Hermione… he could only hope that they all took it the same way that she did. A big joke at her expense. He could handle looking like a huge jerk. In fact he was sure half of Slytherin (mostly the dudes) would laugh and give him a clap on the shoulder for the prank. What he couldn't handle was the possibility of it looking wrong, almost like he had a thing for the girl. Which I definantly don't! he reassured himself. What was he going to do he asked over and over.
Finally he made it to the entrance of his dorm room and shoved open the door. Running his hands through his hair violently he began to pace back and forth trying to control himself. He had to come up with a plan but nothing was coming to him. No surprise there he thought to himself. His questions had turned into vivid images and feelings he had felt as he kissed Hermione. The way her back had curved inward and froze in shock. The feeling of her slightly chapped lips against his own. Soft but with texture. Even the smell of her soap was sending tingles through his over imaginative brain. He mentally shook himself.
No, don't think like that. It will do no good. He told himself. Suddenly a plan flashed into his head. This plan meant eliminating his former plan of getting the blasted girl in bed. He reluctantly accepted this fact and began to lay the foundation of it. He would make a total ass out of himself but hey, what was new? It wasn't in his design to care about how this would affect Hermione and while it did slightly bother him how much suffering this may cause her it didn't seem like that was too important when his own reputation was in danger. He decided to go with the plan and as he walked out of his dorm room he let himself smirk as he passed by his fellow Slytherins'. No doubt about it, this plan would work at whatever the expense.