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In the Arms of her Dragon	By : Wolf.Blossom Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 101564 -:- Recommendations : 8 -:- Currently Reading : 50
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In the Arms of Her Dragon
"Why're you crying?" Draco whispered, sitting down beside Hermione in a deserted Great Hall. Looking up at him with puffy eyes, she admitted what happened earlier at the Gryffindor Tower. Without a moment's hesitation, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and said: "Come on, you're spending the night in the Slytherin dungeon. With me."
.xx.
Harry hunted down Hermione who, as predicted, was in the library. She seemed to be reading books about dragons, which wasn't peculiar, but after the Sorting Hat's prediction the previous week Harry didn't think that it was a coincidence. Silently pulling up a chair beside her, Harry plopped down just in time for her to rest the book down and look over at him. She looked slightly perplexed.
"Harry! What're you doing here?"
Harry's head was bowed and he just couldn't seem to make eye contact with her. "I'm really sorry, Mione."
Hermione raised an eyebrow and pushed the book slightly away from her so that she had enough room to rest her elbow on the table. "For?"
"Not being the one to punch Ron. It's been eating at me all day... I was just so surprised that Ron was saying half the stuff he did. Granted," Harry crossed his arms in front of him and gave Hermione a teasing-scolding look, "you insinuating that he was a man-whore was also uncalled for."
"I didn't insinuate anything." Hermione grinned. "Malfoy was the one that said that."
Harry chuckled and playfully punched Hermione's shoulder. "As much as I don't like the bloke, I'm kind of glad he punched Ron. I mean, like I said, I was still in shock that Ron of all people was saying what he was. I'm also not saying that you were right in anyway, Mione, and I honestly think you and the girls overreacted about him kissing that Hufflepuff girl. But Ron shouldn't have called you a slut or a bitch."
Hermione sighed and her shoulders dropped. "It's fine, Harry."
"No!" Harry was vehement. "It isn't. I'm going to have a sit-down talk with him about what he said, but before that I wanted to talk to you." Harry slouched further in his chair; his composure was waning. "Tell the girls to stop giving Ron grief; I think that's why he's overreacting. Lavender did admit to having feelings for him but Ron said nothing about reciprocating those feelings; therefore he isn't tied down to her. The girls are egging him on and you were conveniently there, saying the wrong things at the right time, for him to release his anger on you."
Hermione nodded slowly. Harry made a lot of sense and she felt lightly disheartened that she hadn't recognized that earlier. She was book-smart, yes, but her street-smarts hadn't caught up to her academic intelligence as of yet. Running the fingers of her left hand through her hair, Hermione exhaled loudly and gave Harry a final nod. "You make sense, and I'm going to apologize to Ron as well."
"But that doesn't mean he was right. Make sure you let him know that. You aren't apologizing because his argument was right; you're apologizing for saying what you said. But," Harry paused and took in a deep breath. "That isn't an excuse for me to not jump in."
"Don't lose sleep over it," Hermione rolled her eyes. "Ron's on his period."
"Ron is perpetually on his period." Harry grinned. Hermione laughed and leaned forward to give her best friend a hug. Over Harry's shoulder Hermione saw Draco grinning from over a book behind a bookshelf. It took all the willpower she had not to react to seeing Draco lurking about—her heart, however, was something she could not control no matter how hard she tried.
"Mione?"
"Hmmmm?"
"You okay?"
Hermione pulled back and tore her attention from Draco to Harry. "Yes. Why?"
"You've never hugged me for this long… even after I escaped from Quirrell."
Hermione's eyes flickered to Draco who continued to browse over the bookshelf nonchalantly, as if he wasn't paying apt attention to the two friends' conversation. "Today's events just… really took a toll on me."
Harry nodded in understanding, even though he didn't understand a single bit. The Hermione Granger was bothered over a fight with Ronald Weasley. She went face-to-face numerous times with the Dark Lord, was paralysed by a Basilisk (and she still somehow helped Harry figure out how to defeat it), defied time with the Time Turner, broke every school rule that Umbridge ever instigated, helped form Dumbledor's Army, and faced Bellatrix head-on in Malfoy Manor.
And she was upset because she had a spat with Ron? Something didn't add up.
But Harry knew better then to press it. She was a woman after all, and women were confusing. He stood up and rested a hand on Hermione's shoulder. "Listen, Mione, I'm always here for you, no matter what."
Hermione smiled in his direction. "Thanks Harry. I'll see you in the Common Room?"
With a final nod Harry turned and left. A distant clock ticked a good twenty seconds before Draco emerged from behind the bookshelf with a book in his hand titled "101 Uses of Tapioca for the Pregnant House-Witch." Ceremoniously, he sat down in the chair that Harry had occupied not even thirty seconds ago and smirked at Hermione from over the top of the book.
"Uhh… got something you need to tell me, Malfoy?" She inquired, raising an eyebrow. Draco's smirk fell when he realized what was in his hand and noticed the picture of a pregnant – and very naked – house-witch rubbing tapioca gel on her protruding belly.
"My… uh… Aunt Andromeda is pregnant?"
Hermione deadpanned. "Right. And I'm a monkey's uncle."
Draco slowly shut the book and placed it gently on the table. Then, every so carefully, he gave Hermione the once-over before letting his eyes linger in the general crotch area. "Do you have something to tell me, Granger?"
Hermione's eyes hardened. "Yes. I'm a monkey's uncle and you're the father."
"You're my brother?!" Draco leaned into his chair, slouching ever so slightly with his legs spread. He looked like he was more relaxed than he had ever been in his life. "Well then, my father has a lot of explaining to do; I believe our family tree is more messed up than I thought it was. I mean," he leaned forward, "you're a muggle-born… a muggle-born girl. How are you my purebred brother?"
"Polyjuice."
Draco paused before he mock-gasped, eyes twinkling in amusement. "Oh my Merlin, I kissed my brother."
Hermione gave him her best Malfoy-esque smirk. "Incest shouldn't be anything new to you, pureblood."
"You know what; I think I should shut you up."
Squaring her chin defiantly, Hermione taunted him: "I think you should."
Never one to back down from a dare, Draco did.
.xx.
Hermione felt like she was floating on air by the time she returned to the Gryffindor tower. Draco's kisses just seemed to get better and better. The Common Room was deserted, save a few straggling first years sitting by the fireplace. With a nod in acknowledgement, Hermione walked slowly up the stairs and pushed the door to the girls' dormitory open. Unsurprisingly, the girls were still awake. Kellah was painting her toenails, Parvati was reading a novel (an erotic romance, from what Hermione could see of the title), Lavender was going through her trunk of clothing and Fay was snuggled into her bed, watching the other girls in disinterest.
"Mia!" Fay squealed, sitting up abruptly. She patted the spot beside her on her bed and, confusedly, Hermione did as she was being ushered to do. It wasn't that late, near ten at night, so the girls knew that they could get enough sleep before double Divination in the morning (Hermione's worst nightmare).
Hermione sunk in to Fay's bed and quirked an eyebrow. "What's gotten you so happy, Fay?"
"Durmstrangiscoming!" Fay blurted out in one breath and Hermione had to think about what she said before she clued in. Eyes widening, Hermione's jaw went slack.
"Repeat that. Slowly."
Everybody's heads turned to the two girls; they already knew the news and were literally waiting for the moment when Hermione would find out. Her reaction would be priceless, that was for sure. Fay couldn't contain the glee in her voice as she repeated what she said, making sure to enunciate this time.
"Durmstrang. Is. Coming. Their school was flooded by something magic and they're unable to get the water out. All the guys are going to stay in Hogwarts until further notice." The colour drained from Hermione's face and the girls were anxiously holding their breaths, awaiting her reaction. Calmly, Hermione crossed her arms in front of her chest with a smug expression- she seemed to recover from her reaction rather quickly, much to the girls' dismay.
"Viktor Krum is three years older than us. No way is he still going to Durmstrang. He's graduated, remember?"
Fay rolled her eyes. "We know that. You don't seem to remember that all of the Durmstrang boys practically undressed you with their eyes during the Triwzard Tournament. The only reason they didn't make a move was because Krum already did. And Krum is their God."
"Great," Hermione pushed herself up off of Fay's bed. "Just what I need: an over protective Malfoy, an angry and partially jealous Ron, and an institute full of men who are constantly undressing me with their eyes."
"Woe is your life," Parvati snickered. "Who doesn't want a hoard of relatively attractive men undressing them with their eyes? Hell, I'd be okay if they were considering my attractiveness in their mind. And don't complain; Draco Malfoy has never cared for anybody in his life, the fact that he's coming to your heroic rescue constantly is kind of endearing."
Hermione shot Parvati a nasty glare but Kellah decided to take over: "Yeah! Perhaps he feels that you two have a bond because both of you've faced Voldemort?"
"Then he should have a bond with Harry." Hermione muttered in a snarky tone. "Malfoy probably had a change of heart. No big deal, I'm sure he would've done the same for anybody else." Hermione sounded stupid, even to herself. She could only imagine the disbelief the girls were feeling. But that wasn't the point; she couldn't let them believe that she meant something more to Malfoy than just a classmate. "Besides, I don't like being the center of attention, you lot know that. Say, when did you say Durmstrang is coming?"
Fay had a cheeky grin from ear to ear. "Tomorrow after lunch."
Hermione groaned, loudly. The girls found pleasure in her pain and she was pretty sure Draco would react the same way they did: gleeful. In fact, she was going to tell him right then via their enchanted journals (the fact that she couldn't wait to tell him something kind of worried her). Hermione walked over to her bed and plopped down, rather unceremoniously.
"I'm going to do some late night reading."
The girls gawked.
"But you just came back from the library!" Kellah shrilled.
Hermione shot her a know-it-all look. "Yes, but you can't get enough literature, Kell."
"Ugh." Kellah groaned and returned to painting her nails. Hermione was glad that her friends stopped paying attention to her; she withdrew her journal from the stack of books in her book bag and inconspicuously retrieved one of her quills from her bedside table.
Hey.
She thought her greeting was appropriate: short, simple, and sweet. Why did she seem to over analyze everything when it came to Draco Malfoy?
Miss me already, bookworm?
No, I felt that you would be the one missing me, so I thought I'd put you out of your misery.
Draco, who was lounging in the Common Room with his friends, couldn't have been more amused. He always had his journal with him; for moments like these, and was grateful that his friends weren't entirely nosey. Removing the quill from behind his ear, Draco scribbled his response.
I applaud your kindness and consideration. But I feel as if you probably missed me more than I could miss you.
Prove it.
Draco cocked an eyebrow at his journal. She really kept him amused…
Fine, I will.
When?
It isn't a surprise if I tell you, now is it bookworm?
Hermione had to quickly think of a response; she hated being left speechless and that was something that happened quite often when it came to Draco (minus the Marcus Flint episode… she still couldn't believe that underneath the grotesque crossover bite thing, he was very attractive).
I suppose I'll let you have your fun, Malfoy. Now, the reason why I wrote to you: Durmstrang is coming tomorrow indefinitely because their institute has flooded. According to the girls, that is.
Hermione was expecting his response to come a lot sooner than it did; it took Draco at least forty-five seconds to formulate a comeback to what Hermione just told him.
So I have to deal with Weasel and a band of pubescent teenage boys constantly undressing you with their eyes? Fan-bloody-tastic, Granger.
Hermione was amused. That was exactly what she said. And because that was exactly what Fay said.
Am I the only one that didn't see that they undressed me?!
Draco smirked; Hermione, even though a genius, was still a typical teenage girl: naïve and oblivious. Yes, bookworm, you are. You were too busy fawning and cooing over Krum.
I do not fawn and coo.
You definitely fawn and coo over me, dollface.
Don't call me dollface, Malfoy. And I don't do any of that around you. I simply express my feeling of great contentedness.
Of course, Draco absolutely adored riling her up. He knew it would get him in trouble, one day, but that day wasn't the day. And I'm a monkey's aunt.
Let me guess: I'm the mother of the monkey, making you my sister?
Just like how you, apparently, are my brother.
… Now I know what it's like to be a pureblood. Ron was right; it does give me the willies.
We aren't that twisted!
Bellatrix undresses Voldemort with her eyes! You can't get any more twisted than that.
Okay. Fine. Some of us are twisted.
90% of you. The Longbottoms and the Weasleys are the only normal ones I'm aware of.
Mr. and Mrs. Longbottom were under the Cruciatus curse until they went crazy and the Weasleys are… well, that's self-explanatory. I wouldn't consider them to be exactly normal.
They're a lot less twisted than the Blacks and the Malfoys.
I'm not arguing that point, bookworm.
So it's possible to shut you up as well!
I didn't say I was speechless; Draco was smirking so broadly that his cheeks were hurting. I just said I wasn't arguing against the fact that the Longbottoms and Weasleys are a bit more normal than my family. Face it, we're twisted. But I'm glad that you can finally admit that you are capable of being rendered speechless.
Shut up, Malfoy!
Like right now.
You're insufferable.
Tell me something I don't know.
Hermione had to think quickly. I've seen you in your birthday suit!
Draco paused and gawked. What?! When the bloody hell was this?
Oh look at the time! We have Divination in the morning. Goodnight!
Granger!
Nothing.
GRANGER!
Nothing.
I bloody swear to Merlin, if you don't answer me I'll do something that I'll regret!
Nothing.
Sighing dejectedly, Draco slapped the journal shut which caused Blaise, Theodore, and Adrian to jump. Blaise, who was sitting leaning forward on the armchair, lounged back and raised an eyebrow at his friend. "Novel didn't end the way you were hoping for it to, Malfoy?"
"Didn't the bloke get his missus?" Theodore teased.
"I am not reading a fruity romance novel. Didn't you idiots see that I was writing?!" Draco snarled vehemently. He returned the quill to rest behind his left ear and marched off to the boys' dormitory.
Adrian grinned stupidly. "I'll bet my Gringotts bank account that that book is probably something enchanted from Granger that allows them to communicate and she's ignoring him because he's a prick."
Blaise and Theodore exchanged glances before throwing their heads back in laughter. "Yeah right!" Theodore wiped the proverbial tear from his cheek. "Him and Granger, communicating?! He might be trying to impress her but I doubt they're at that level yet."
Adrian snorted and rolled his eyes. "Well you never know, it's Malfoy and Granger; one is a silent prick who never tells us anything, and the other is Granger."
Blaise and Theodore paused and gawked at Adrian before Blaise murmured: "You're right…"
Adrian dusted the invisible dirt off his shoulders. "I know."
.xx.
"I still don't understand why Divination was added to our eighth year curriculum." Hermione complain as she and the girls, plus Neville, Dean, and Seamus walked to the North Tower to spend two bloody hours with Professor Trelawney. "We stare into teacups to determine ones future. That doesn't make any sense!"
Seamus grinned idiotically. "And a talking hat decides which house we spend the next seven years of our lives in. That doesn't make much sense either, Hermione."
The muggle-born glared dangerously at her house-mate. "The hat has logic behind his decision. He can read our minds and determine which house is best suited for our personalities and traits. He plans it so that we can further develop said traits. Divination is just a bunch of baloney."
"It's not just tealeaves in teacups, Mia," Kellah smirked. She was walking alongside Dean and every so often, Fay would secretly poke Kellah's side ushering her to make some move on the boy she had a crush on. Unfortunately for Fay, though, Kellah didn't. "Tessomancy is when we require to use leafs. There are several branches… I'm sure I overheard somebody say that we're going to learn xylomancy and fire-omens."
Hermione's eyes bugged. "There're more ways?! I was told that we only learn astrology, tessomancy, and crystal-gazing."
Parvati wrapped an arm around Hermione's shoulder. "You, my friend, are in a world of a lot of hurt."
"Curse me now." Hermione groaned. "What other methods are there?"
Dean, being one to show off time to time, decided to answer that question. Kellah blushed when she heard his deep baritone speak. "You already know astrology, tessomancy, and crystal-gazing. There's also cartomancy, which is reading tarot cards, dream-interpretation, fire-omens, which is observing flames and interpreting embers, heptomology, something about the number seven? Palmistry, palm reading, ornithomancy, I think it has something to do with birds, ovomancy, observing the fall of egg yolks, and xylomancy, observing twigs."
Hermione shook her head. She was evidently disturbed by the many branches of Divination that existed. She could hardly stand it in third year and she was required to take it for a whole bloody year and then write a stupid NEWT on it. She wanted to bang her head against a brick wall repeatedly. She loathed Divination. Hermione did logic. Anything that had a theory behind it or could be proven or disproven were things she enjoyed doing, or if she didn't enjoy it, at least understood it.
Divination was guess work.
Hermione wished Dumbledore had scrapped it when he had the chance.
"Why can't I take Ancient Runes again?"
"Because everybody, even a self-appointed genius like you Granger, should be able to take a course that they cannot excel in."
All heads turned to look at the man behind the sultry deep voice. Standing regal, tall, and proud was Draco Malfoy. Behind him were his Slytherin mates—the Snakes, as the school more popularly termed. Hermione's eyes narrowed.
"Self-appointed? I'm not that self centered, Malfoy."
"Of course you aren't." his voice dripped with sarcasm and Hermione huffed. He was going to play that game after what she said last night, was he? She wasn't completely oblivious to the opposite sex. She was on the bloody run for the better part of a year with two boys; she knew exactly how men thought.
"Drop it," Kellah grabbed Hermione's arm, "he's as bi-polar as Ron. He's defending you one second, then making fun of you the next." Without giving Hermione or Draco the opportunity to respond, Kellah dragged her off to the Divination classroom with their dormmates following close behind.
Blaise took that chance to nudge his friend. "If you fancy her, you shouldn't treat her like a prick."
Draco shot Blaise a lazy look. "Even if I do, which I don't, do you believe that I want her to know?"
Theodore shrugged. "I'm sure she'll be okay with the notion, it's her friends that you should be worried about."
"A few Gryffindors don't scare me." Draco rolled his eyes. "Come on; let's make it to class before that blasted professor foresees detention in our near future."
The boys snickered but hastened their pace anyway. Professor Trelawney was so easy to make fun of.
.xx.
Hermione dozed off in Divination. Trelawney was explaining the foundation of fire-omens and Hermione could care less. Her head was leaning on her desk, cushioned by her journal, and her eyes were half-lidded. Even though she had her seven hours of sleep, Divination seemed to make her feel like she hadn't slept for a whole week.
She was caught off-guard when she felt her journal heat up. She had half the mind to not read what Draco wrote to her but curiosity got the best of her; she damned her lack of control.
So are you ever going to answer my questions on a) whether you're a virgin and b) when you've seen me in the nude?
Hermione glanced up to look at Draco sitting across the room. He was paying apt attention to Trelawney… she knew he was doing that on purpose, he was being a cheeky little arsehole.
Stupid questions need-not be answered by the self-appointed genius of the century, Draconis.
I resent my questions being stupid. I think they are perfectly acceptable for two friends with a relationship like ours. Trust is very important, bookworm.
What do my sex life and your nakedness have to do with anything?!
Draco, unintentionally, barked in laughter and all heads turned to him. Hermione couldn't contain her smug expression; it felt good when she made him do that.
"Do you find the burning of the Salem Witches to be humorous, Mr. Malfoy?" Sybill Trelawney had her arms crossed in front of her and somehow, rather quickly, marched up to where Draco was sitting and peered at him over her spectacles. "Because I can assure you that many Malfoys and Blacks were killed in those raids; you should pay more respect to your deceased relatives."
Draco bit his tongue before he could retort. He was dangerously close to saying something along the lines of: 'I don't even respect my father and you expect me to pay respect to my dead relatives from X-hundred years ago?' Alas, his mother taught him to be a lot more respectful than that, so he opted to apologize to Trelawney and ensure that an outburst, such as the one he just had, would never happen again.
Hermione's smug grin grew.
"Karma," Fay leaned over to Hermione. "That's what he gets for making fun of you."
Hermione beamed at Fay. Ron was sitting in the back row between Neville and Harry watching the scene unfold. He hadn't shaved that morning and had a noticeable ginger stubble growing. He wasn't in the mood for self-grooming and was slightly on edge; Harry said that he had to talk with him about something very important and Ron was spending the better half of Divination formulating rebuttals to possible arguments Harry could make.
It's your fault I got in trouble, bookworm.
You have a lack of self-control, how is that my fault?
What you said made me laugh!
I wasn't intentionally trying to be funny.
Nakedness is a bloody funny word, alright?
Hermione clamped a hand over her mouth to restrain herself from bursting into laughter. Alright, so nakedness was a funny word but she had better control than Draco did.
See! Draco accused. The only difference now is you learnt a lesson based off of my mistake.
That's typically what self-appointed geniuses do, Malfoy, learn from others' mistakes.
I'm starting to reconsider proving to you that you missed me more than I did you, Granger. You're being rather mean today; very unlike you.
Coming from the prick who pointedly insulted me, in front of my friends right before class? The girls are constantly whispering to me since class started about how you must've been under the Imperius yesterday, when you came to my heroic rescue.
Tell your friends that our friendship is none of their concern.
Okay, hold on, let me just pass on that message to them, okay?
As if you're actually going to tell them anything I just said. I'm calling on your bluff, bookworm. You have a terrible poker face.
Hermione paused and gawked at what he wrote before responding. You know what poker is?
Who doesn't? There are enchanted chips that have a different monetary value and enchanted cards that—
Okay stop! Hermione already knew where his description was going: Wizard Poker was akin to Wizard Chess. I get it.
I knew you would, you are the smartest witch of the century, non-self-appointed.
I'm glad you finally see the light. How much longer till class is over?
An hour and forty-five minutes.
… we've only been in class for fifteen minutes?
Painful, isn't it? How about we pass the time about you telling me the story of when and how you saw me naked? Tell me, were you thoroughly impressed?
Hermione's eyes glinted evilly. Why yes, I was. It quite the moment in fifth year; I wondered how a fifteen year old boy could be so blessed like that. Oh, look, Trelawney wants us to do some practical fire-omen reading. I will see you later, blondie!
Granger. GRANGER! Don't you dare stop writing to me!
Ferociously, Draco's head snapped up to see Hermione tuck the journal into her book bag and lean back in her seat arrogantly. Ohhhh, he would definitely prove to her how much she 'missed' him…
And how much her teasing affected him in ways no woman has ever affected him before.
.xx.
Hogwarts students piled into the Great Hall to stuff their faces with food before departing for their afternoon classes. Lunch was always the happiest time in the not-normal boarding school.
The end of the week, though, was probably happier.
"Look! They're here!"
Luna Lovegood, who decided to sit with the Gryffindors for lunch, exclaimed in the middle of their meal. All heads turned; a march of rugged Durmstrang Institute boys. Kellah leaned to Fay and whispered: "Doesn't that one look familiar?"
Fay nodded. "He does... I think his name's Gavril? He asked me to the Yule Ball when they were last here. He was part of Krum's posse."
"He was definitely part of Krum's posse." Hermione affirmed and the girls, plus Ron, Harry, and Neville, turned their heads to her. Hermione looked back at them with a perplexed expression. "What?! He took me to the Yule Ball! I met his friends."
Parvati smirked knowingly and nudged Hermione. Leaning in closely, she whispered in her ear: "Did you meet Malfoy's friends yet?"
Hermione's eyes widened and she kicked her from under the table. "I have no idea what you're tal—" Hermione was cut off when a hand was placed gently on her shoulder. Everybody looked at the Durmstrang boy – the one that Fay thought was named Gavril, that daringly broke away from his march to approach a Hogwarts girl.
"'ello, 'ermione. Remember me?"
Hermione's eyes widened before they flickered to Draco, who was watching from across the Great Hall with keen interest. Her eyes flicked back to the auburn-haired boy who she recalled had tagged along with Krum many years ago.
"I… do." Hermione murmured slowly. She wasn't lying, she did recognize him. Gavril (Hermione was going to assume that that was actually his name) beamed.
"That is great!" He proclaimed. Before he could say another word the professor leading the march barked for him to return.
"Gunnar!"
That's his name!
The boy, Gunnar, smiled apologetically before racing back to his line. Fay looked highly amused. "Well then. His name isn't Gavril... at least I got the G right."
"How are Gavril and Gunnar any way related?" Kellah snorted. "No wonder you barely pass every year."
"Be quiet, Kellah." Fay muttered.
Hermione turned back around so that her back was faced to the rest of the Great Hall – in particular, the marching Durmstrang boys. She didn't really expect any of them to remember her when she hadn't the faintest idea who was whom (apart from Krum, but he was also a famous Quidditch player).
"Are we going to have to share our houses with them?" Neville asked, still watching the endless line of boys striding through the Great Hall and gathering in front of the teachers' platform.
"I hope not." Colin, who was sitting quite near the group, voiced. "The houses are already crowded because of you eighth years… not that I'm blaming you… we just don't have bed space."
"Whatever it may be, we'll have to take it in stride." Hermione declared just as she felt her journal, which was in her book bag on the floor leaning against her leg, heat up.
He was undressing you with his eyes.
Hermione's jaw tightened and she resisted the urge to turn around and glare at Draco with all the intensity in the universe.
He was not.
He was imagining you in a skimpy French maid outfit serving him buttered croissants. Then, in his imaginary world, he was buttering your croissant.
That is morbid, Malfoy. And you're part French.
What does my being French have anything to do with the gunman undressing you with his eyes and putting you in a French maid outfit?
Your people invented French maid outfits.
Hence why it's called the 'French' maid outfit. Geez, Granger, I'm beginning to doubt your intelligence. And besides, if he wanted you in Durmstrang lingerie you'd be in a parka, giving him Eskimo kisses.
I cannot figure out why we're having this conversation.
Because we've broken the barrier of our friendship and we can talk about anything. Well, except your virginity and my nakedness.
Hermione cracked a grin. Except.
So when are you going to let me prove to you that you missed me more than I did you?
Why must I be the one granting you the opportunity to show me something that you believe to be true? I feel that you must grasp the opportunity yourself.
Is that a dare?
It is whatever you want it to be.
Merlin, Granger, I quite enjoy this side of you.
Why, thank you. But, as riveting as this is, I must leave for Potions now. I will see you in class, Malfoy.
Draco gawked at the words that bled onto the page of his journal. Potions?
Granger… Potions doesn't start for another hour and a half…
Precisely. I'll be in the Restricted Section.
Draco didn't answer. He simply slammed his journal shut and stood up abruptly. "I must run to the loo. Stomach ache ." Without waiting for any of the Snakes to respond, Draco dashed out of the Great Hall.
Blaise, when he was sure Draco ran out of earshot, leaned towards Adrian and Theodore and murmured: "Notice how Granger left too?"
Adrian snickered. "This is better than the wizarding wireless."
.xx.
Edited: August 9, 2016
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