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Chapter 14 � Draco

Chapter
14 � Draco

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Time was really a funny thing. Well, interesting�not so
much funny. It changed stuff, appearances, qualities and features...and
why? Well, that was really the fault of whom or what it changed. But time
wasn�t even magic; might�ve been magically altered a few times, but not magic
itself. It wasn�t created, yet it ran a lot of things�gave people, things opportunities.
Some people�morons, I might add�preach bitterly that time is against everyone,
buteg teg to differ. Perhaps that those people are just going against the flow
of traffic�will get smacked in the head one day and realize that not everything
is the fault of time.

I blinked. And why the philosophy of time?

�Please�no, no! I said not to touch the
Frenzied Lilacs! I said�you�re not children! Mr�Mr. Zabini, put that
down right now!�

Herbology. Enough said.

I probably had ten minutes left in the class, but it
seemed like an eternity. I�d realized that I really couldn�t stand classes as I
picked up a familiar pattern in my thinking day after day. It wasn�t that I
disliked learning�how else would I conquer the world one day?�but that
learning what fucking Frenzied Lilacs were like, behavior-wise, in the
daytime would help me in my further plan to make an impact on the world at all.

I sighed.

Perhaps I could use the old �talk to Father about this�
option I�d been lazy about exploring lately. He could pull a few strings, I
supposed, get me out of this nonsense plant shit and probably into
Divination or something. It still wasn�t the intelligent choice of courses, but
Professor Trelawney was pretty good about sitting at her desk and giving us
some easy write-ups. Always made up what I saw in my tea anyway...Not my
fault that it all coincedentally happened. Not to mention that it did the mood
a bit of uplifting to hear Trelawney predict Potter and Weasley�s deaths in
more ways than a bleedin� morgue has heard of.

Good times, good times.

��said that you couldn�t do that, I know you
understood me perfectly, Mr. Zabini,� Professor Sprout scolded
emphatically. �No, don�t, it�s too�Argh, I give up. You wait until Professor
Dumbledore hears about this, you just wait...�

I raised an eyebrow. Goody�Headmaster threats. I turned my
eyes to an equally amused Zabini, whom was a fucking idiot, I admit, but really
pretty smart in his own little fucked up way. He always got out of
trouble.

And I meant always. It was like some God-given
gift, from the Almighty One to him, personally. He�d never once received
a detention or suspension, let along expulsion, although I could name a few
people whose body parts are in an odd sort of order from that bloke. How
he did it, I couldn�t understand. I understood all the little Slytherin
parental-dependent kids. But where the hell did Zabini come off as Angel boy to
all the professors? His parents were long-dead.

I shrugged. Some people just had the gift.

�Professor,� I called out, a bit annoyed. She didn�t
answer. �Professor.�

�What?� The answer was spat at me like I was
Zabini. I smirked�good job, that one did. Sprout was always so funny when she�s
angry.

�I was wondering if I could pay a short visit to the
restroom,� I requested, plastering on a sheepish grin. �Nature calls.�

Sprout glared me down. �It can call back.�

She was about to leave, but I put a gentle arm on her. She
stopped, probably because I was almost two feet taller than her and...such a
charmer. It�s what they all thought.

�Please, Professor,� I requested again, voice even and
eyes trained on that poor, tired-of-Zabini teacher.

She rolled her eyes, spotting someone ripping off a petal
of the Frenzied Lilacs ahookhook her head at him.

�Fine, go on, then,� she told me shortly before making a
beeline towards that unlucky student. Zabini was long-forgotten as he laughed
with a few other Slytherins in the corner and raised an eyebrow at me as a,
�Did you see that?�

I raised an eyebrow back. �Did you?� He wt hot hot
shit just yet.

Leaving the stuffy greenhouse, I took in a deep breath of
air and glanced towards the Quidditch field. Maybe a short broomride would do.
I could have definitely skipped next period�Care of Magical Creatures�and used
the field while it was fresh from the morning mist and unmarked by Potter�s
clumsy excuse of a team. Whenever Slytherin had to practice after then, it
looked like a fucking gold mine�with all the gold rem not not-so-gingerly.

But then I changed my mind and turned towards Hogwarts. I
suddenly got a much better idea.

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�...and the civilizations couldn�t have been more
different. The ancient subjects of the Solani tribe didn�t even have the power
to charm a toad let alone set themselves free from Kreplan�s rule. In
fact, they didn�t even have the proper education to comprehend what power they
were capable of...�

She looked so busy, so studious, her brown hair curling
around her face in vibrant waves as she took down notes at an incredible pace,
looking almost as if she�d outrun the professor and was waiting for more
information. Yeah�that was her.

I looked around to see if anyone was beside me, or perhaps
if anyone had followed me. I knew no one would be that daft�to follow me,
someone that could kick their sorry ass up the creek without a paddle in a
matter of minutes�but I just had to make sure that some lowly fourth year
hadn�t accidentally got caught in the same hall as me while I snuck a girl out
of class.

Oh, yeah. Plan revealed.

Stepping through the open door, I paused at the doorway
and knocked on frame before clearing my throat. My presence was known.

The entire class�for some unknown, yet understandable
reason�looked at me, their eyes focused all too passionately. Wait, I realized,
they were studying about Goblin rebellions. I was probably the best
thing they�d seen in a good hour, let alone their entire life. I mean, it was
me.

�Yes, Mr. Malfoy?� Professor Binns asked, turning only his
head to pay me the obligatory attention. The students, meanwhile, took the very
rare pause in lecture as a holy-sent opportunity to whisper to their
friends for a precious two seconds and get some real material in to talk
about. �What is it?�

I smiled my brilliant smile and caught Hermione�s look out
of the corner of my eye. Couldn�t very well have seeked her out right off the
bat�though she practiced no such subtlety. Her brow furrowed and quill began a
steady tapping on her parchment, earning a questioning glance from me and a
nudge from her table members.

�Professor Dumbledore,� I began, his name always sounding
important and oh-so-great, �requested Granger�s presence in his office.�

Binns raised an eyebrow. He was probably trying to decide
whether or not to believe me. Alright, perhaps I was a bit rusty with
the �Professor Dumbledore requests the presence of� card, but I thought it was
okay. No glitches, maintained eye contact, didn�t jumble the name.

�Did he say when?� Binns finally inquired in a bored tone
of voice.

�Immediately.�

�Duration?� Binns inquired again, and I had to heave a
sigh.

�Until the end of the period, I believe,� I said in a
voice which clearly requested Hermione�s ass to be out that door but
that I didn�t have all the information on the situation�nor did I want it.

By this time, the corner of my eye caught Hermione�s
frantic distress signals. To anyone else it would�ve looked like she was simply
trying to figure out a riddle or something practical as that, but her
fidgeting, the biting of her lip, and very frequent questioning glances
at me said something completely different.

Professor Binns looked at me first, once again deciding
upon the credibility of my word, then at the fidgeting Hermione. I almost
rolled my eyes. It was almost like she was trying to look conspicuous
and she didn�t even know that I was lying. So na�ve. And I almost smiled. A
very strong almost.

�Very well,� Binns decided finally, probably realizing
that his entire class had completely forgot�had they even once remembered�what
he�d been talking about. Perhaps a pop quiz or two were in order. �Ms. Granger,
I expect you to bring me the necessary pass regaurding this visit; Professor
Dumbledore will supply you with it.�

Hermione looked so confused, I nearly burst out laughing.
Slowly�very snail-pace-like�she gathered her things, put away her textbook and
notes reluctantly, and slung her knapsack over her shoulder. Taking another
look around the class, as if to see if this was some dream or something, she
briefly shook her head and shrugged. Following me out was also a very slow
process. Felt like hours. But then we were out the door.

I began walking ahead because I just�I just knew
what was coming.

Tapping ensued behind me, indicating that she was
following. I waited. I knew it was coming.

Silence provailed with the exception of our shoes tapping
almost rhythmically. Nothing had happened yet...but it had to come. I
mean, it was her thing: a sacred personally trait.

More tapping ensued and I was beginning to raise an
eyebrow. There were nothing but steps taken with a few shuffling noises as she
put something away or took something out of her knapsack.

Finally turning a corner, I stopped the little stroll
through the halls. She stopped, too.

�You�re not going to ask, are you?� I finally inquired,
tired of the silence and the unsaid thing I knew should�ve been dealt
with a few minutes ago.

She simply raised an eyebrow and adjusted her knapsack straps.

�Ask?� she repeated innocently, eyes fluttering almost
dumbly. �Why, whatever do you mean?�

I shook my head. �No games.�

She raised an eyebrow again. �Your rules.�

�You�re not going to ask why Dumbledore wants you?� I
tried again. There was something she wasn�t telling me. I mean, she fidgeted
like she was in fucking Ministry Court when I�d come in the class, but now she
was completely calm and at peace. Damn�I wasn�t. Not a situation I liked.

Her chuckling interrupted my thoughts as she brushed a
strand of hair out of her face and behind her ear. Two different earrings could
be seen shimmering: one earring a deep ruby-red, glistening in the light and
the other a simple loop, too small to even fit on her pinky, stuck through the
second hole. Double piercing. Interesting.

�Well, I suppose that would be the appropriate question,�
she mused, eyes twinkling, �if you hadn�t completely bullshitted Binns
in there.� She broke out into an abrupt grin, teeth and all, her eyes dancing
with humor. �Masterful.�

I opened my mouth to say something, then paused. So she
knew.

It was a strange feeling�to constantly be on the lookout
of someone knowing my next move, my next step. There weren�t very many people
like that in my life; in a number�one other. My entire Slytherin clan wasn�t
exactly up to speed on their How To Avoid Being Screwed Over By the Best
manuals. And Pansy�well, she was a natural. Never needed anyone to tell her who
was all talk and very little game. She just knew. Not to say that I was all talk�nothing
quite so absurd. She could just tell when I blatantly lied with brilliance. To
a bystander it was the honest truth; to Pansy it was the honest reflection of
her own telltale words.

And now Hermione�or Granger...more
appropriately�was on my ass. It wasn�t like lying about Dumbledore was the best
of my ability. Please�hardly a fib on the scale of global lies, but it was
something about the way she didn�t come out and blatantly call me a horrible,
terrible person and a liar. She...accepted it and even applauded me for
it. That only meant one thing:

Granger was fucking crazy.

It wasn�t like she hadn�t...changed over the past
year when she was ever absent from Hogwarts, but she was still the same old
bookworm. No chains, no black robes, no eyeliner to match the asphalt.
She wasn�t wounded, she wasn�t damaged, she wasn�t changed�not really.
She was Granger...She was Hermione. Innocent. Na�ve. Cute.

Going along with my lie was not any of those things. Hence
the obvious conclusion: chick�s fucking off her rocker.

But that could have been established long ago. So I
wouldn�t let it show.

�Glad to see you played along so coolly, then,� I replied
easily, picking up the walk again. �All that fidgeting and nervousness didn�t
look conspicuous at all.�

Hermione chuckled. �I�ll bet.� She paused. �So where are
we going?�

Turning around and walking backwards slowly, I chanced a
glance into her chocolate eyes dancing with wonder and curiousity, so full of
life but more mysterious than before; less �heart on her sleeve� and more
�behind the door with the lock.� I smiled. Yeah, I was known to do
that...rarely, but capable.

I kept her gaze a little bit longer.

�London.�

She suddenly stopped, her eyes darkening a bit and
expression turning into a frown. I could tell that her distrust of my plans
went a long way. Not that she didn�t think I couldn�t handle it�or perhaps that
was it�but more so that I wouldn�t fill her in on the details. And she was
right; I wouldn�t. But that was mystery in it and that was exciting. Thrill
when a guy takes his girl out on a date. No...not date.

I supposed that I was thinking too common, too normal. To
Hermione it was probably a date, to the school�had they for some God forsaken
reason known�it would be a date, to an innocent bystander, it would have
sounded like a date: but it wasn�t a date. To me, I didn�t go out on dates.
Dates were useless, pointless gobs of time wasted on two people walking
aimlessly, pretending to be the perfect couple in solely that timespan, then
returning to their regular, uncomfortable atmosphere once the candlelight
dinners were dimmed. Dates were an unreal, fucked up world where everyone could
pretend that they were perfect for each other and no one could stop their
obsession. Of course, that perspective on dates was solely from my perspective.
Not like I wasn�t perfect enough for anyone else. On the contrary, they were
all too fake and tainted with me.

Plus, I wouldn�t consider Hermione a proper date anyway. I
might have been on a first name basis with her�and about time, too for all the
time I�d spent gaining her approval on that�but she was stillet. et.

One big, loaded, interesting...bet.

Hermione�s eyes questioned my own as she refused to move
from her planted position in the middle of the hall. A hall not immuned to the
prowling eyes of Filch or his rat bag cat.

�Don�t worry,� I assured her, smiling and making a
conscious effort to comfort her nervous atmosphere. Damn, I was too devoted to
wagers. �It�s just a brick wall away from Diagon Alley.�

Finally, her pouty lips issued a sigh and she pretended
like it meant the world that she�d changed her mind for my apparently dumb
plan of ditching class.

�Fine,� she agreed, rolling her eyes to the side and
biting her lip all of a sudden. She was looking at me every ten seconds, from
the corner of her eye, I could tell, and issued a sigh of my own, rolling my
own baby blues in turn.

�What?�

�Nothing,� she answered for emphasis, but grinned
slightly, still looking to the side like some had just told her she couldn�t
take some cute little fuzzy animal home. Or something. How would I know? Fuzzy
animals. Yeah.

�Out with it, Mya,� I commanded, getting slightly
irritated but not letting it show in my voice. That would just mess things up
badly. �Unless you want to spend this period here�in Hogwarts�with me
pointlessly prying information out of you��

�Let�s just go,� she said, smiling more broadly now, and
pulling my arm forcefully after her with both of her hands. I smiled at her
effort, although I barely budged from my spot. And that was because I was
unsteady to begin with�damn Hogwarts flooring. Yeah. That was it.

I decided to give her this one and catch up; she was
already a good two meters ahead of me and well on her way to the entrance of
Hogwarts. I jogged ahead a few steps before I felt her hand brush against mine,
signalling our perfect synchrocy in steps and rhythm. It was kind of ironic
because walking wasn�t the only thing one could say we were synchronized in.

But that was hardly the point.

We walked a few more steps, she caught up in her thoughts
and I, in turn, caught up in mine. Then, I felt a strange occurrence. Amidst
the thought stirring and tapping of our shoes, Hermione had hooked her pinky
around my own, hooking her right hand and my left together.

When I looked at her, nothing but perhaps a trace of
inquiry etched on my features, she was looking straight ahead, not even
acknowledging my glance or acknowledging that she�d even done anything
so...affectionate. Her expression was blank; almost blank. And she wouldn�t
give up her crime�her action void of crime.

So, I looked straight ahead as well and swiftly turned
right, seeing the tall doors of Hogwarts greeting us, standing tall and strong
as the day our whole circus of class burst through it, still reeling from the
meeting with Hagrid. Our pinkies were still hooked and she still showed no sign
of any acknowledgement of it.

So, I slipped my arm around her waist and pulled her
close, her hair tickling my jaw and her steps still in complete synchrocy with
mine. And looking down, just as my hand reached for a grand doorknob of those
elegant, imprisoning doors, I saw it: acknowledgement...and a smile.

Her eyes were shining up at me, chocolate cinammon waters
glowing and pink, pure lips stretched into a grateful, amazed smile.

And I wouldn�t know ever what posessed me to do it, but at
that moment I couldn�t have had enough free will to stop myself from leaning
down and placing a soft, tender kiss on her inviting lips. We lingered at each other�s
mouths just a little bit longer, leaning against the Hogwarts doors slowly
instead of opening them and disentangling slowly. Oh, so slowly.

My eyes fluttered open only to see the soft, pure face in
front of me. I couldn�t have described it if my depended on it at that moment,
and I wouldn�t have found words in the first place. But later on, I supposed,
the sight would still stun me speechless�making me out to look like a real
tosser, and that was thinthing I had to deal with. She did that to me...for
some unidentified damn reason.

And it was her fault. Completely. And I kind of loved it.
But that was a lock to pick with a completely different pin, a long time down
the road there.

Her breath on my face brought me back to reality�a
particularly bold sigh blowing into my face�and my eyes were trained on the
brunette beauty in front of me. This time she was staring back, seeming to take
in every bit of me solely through my eyes. It kind of worried me, but mostly
thrilled me, how she could take so much in just one look and project that much
and more in just two.

Impulsively�something I�d noticed had become a common
description of my actions as of lately�I leaned in to steal another kiss,
closing my eyes and basking in the warmth that was Hermione as I touched her
lips again. But this time, I was a little less recessive and ran the one hand
not holding on to the doorknob through her hair, effectively pulling her closer
and deepening the kiss.

Our tongues battled equally, neither winning nor
surrenduring, for a good long time. Had I been able to identify time at that
moment, I probably would�ve wagered for thousands of years or a couple of
minutes as the duration of that sweet kiss. But then a steady clinking
interrupted the momentary bliss, and I turned the knob as a sane tactic of
survival.

Both of our bodies came tumbling out of the building we�d
just inhabited, both caught off balance by the movement of the very thing we�d
been leaning on. I swung the door shut, effectively closing us off from the
view of the owner of the steady, rhythmic hallway steps. I had a strange
feeling it�d been Filch, and I did not fancy that explanation.

My thoughts trained on possible Filchs, I didn�t even
notice the chill that had hit my face and bare hands as we entered the
outdoors. Hermione�s eyes seemed to either come alive or come to fright at the
apparent surroundings.

It was pouring. The rain came tumbling down from unknown
depths in buckets, tubs even. I supposed that Hogwarts� thick walls and hard
stony surroundings were responsible for the lack of audible splats of raindrops
clearly assaulting the ancient roof and windows. The air was mucky and pierced
my skin with random icy windy pitches, small gusts of wind tucking themselves
beneath the flared sleeves of my robe. I immediately realized that Hermione
must be fucking freezing if I�someone who could tolerate the cold wearing
nothing but scuba gear in Greenland�was a little more than chilly. It also
occurred to me that she probably didn�t want to get wet. Hair problems and all
that girly stuff. The thought of returning back within the dry walls of the
castle weren�t as appealing as they probably should�ve seemed, but since the
situatieemeeemed to be heading that way, I didn�t forcefully object to it
either.

Coming up behind the still observing Hermione, I wrapped
my arms possessively around her waist, our heads still dry gratitude given to
the craning piece of Hogwarts� roof holding off the rain, and nuzzled my face
in the crook of her neck. Somehow, I felt her smile and she tilted her head a
bit�just a slight fraction more�to give more access to the heat radiating off
her soft, supple skin.

The sight of her goosebumps, however, reminded why I had
wrapped my arms around her like a burrito in the first place.

�Cold?� I whispered, resting my chin on her shoulder
comfortably. My eyes stared straight ahead, though my attention was fully
devoted to my Mya in my arms. A half glance at her own expression proved
likewise.

�No,� she replied, shivering as she said it, and I couldn�t
supress a chuckle. My hearty humor vibrated withing my chest and throat, the
little ripples of laughter making her shiver just that much more as she
readjusted her position, a fraction difference than it was before, only that
much closer to me.

�Liar,� I responded in turn, never taking my eyes off a
large stone in the middle of the grassy field surrounding the lake. The rain
toppled off the rock�s unsteady edges as if it�d been burned, the icy drops
sparkling at the rebound assault as another took its place in the damage
previously experienced. A large, rapid, abusive cycle.

�Maybe,� she countered, a small smile playing on her lips
now, her eyes trained on something definitely above my rock which my focus had
been devoted to, �but it�s all in the mind anyway.�

I grinned.

�Sounds like something I would say.�

Finally, she turned her head, her chin brushing against my
hair and eyes pointedly looking down at my head, perched on her shoulders, arms
still securely wrapped around her waist. I dutifully devoted my attention her,
eyes trained on her face.

�Does it?�

�Very intelligent, self-advised, and self-oriented if I do
say so myself,� I responded humorously, eyes twinkling and smile unwavering.
She chuckled briefly before returning her gaze towards the sight above my line
of vision: that stone. �So, you want to go back in?�

Her brows furrowed suddenly, and body tensed.

�Why?� she inquired, voice fairly calm but slightly
demanding. I raised an eyebrow of my own.

�Well, you seemed kind of shocked when we got out here,� I
explained with a shrug, lifting my head from her right shoulder and tilting it
to look down at her face as she met my gaze. �Figured you didn�t like the
rain.� Like most girls, I added to myself, mostly out of reflex.

She looked at me, slightly taken aback, then disentangled
herself from my embrace and turned to look at me completely, fully. She shook
her head at me, then, smiling warmly and happily, like a First Year whom had
just seen the enchanted ceiling in the Great Hall.

�Are you kidding?� Her eyebrows shot up and smile
broadened as she shook her head again, then pulled me arm with her�this time
effectively surprising me and moving me from my spot. �I love the rain.�

I stopped about a meter away from the dry zone, the rain
now a tad happier that it had two new victims; one of them purposefully dancinmongmong its raindrops, face tilted upwards towards the gloomy sky, expression
eager and blissful, and the other standing a step away from the dry, safe haven
of the overhang, mesmerized by the wet, slightly muddy and glowing companion in
front of him.

She was like a goddess, twirling about, aware of my
staring and probably thinking that I�d label her crazy...but I didn�t�I hadn�t.
And I wouldn�t have. She almost lit up, among all that darkness, nearly
cloaking theposeposed daytime in early night. Her fingers stretched out to
capture the oversized raindrops and her eyes were shut, clamped together as her
face tilted upwards and feet spun about, causing her now-soaked hair to distribute
random dollops of built-up water in all directions�including mine, of course. I
was in the soak zone.

One eye now open, then two, she tilted her face back to me
and smiled as she ran up to me ran a hand through my hair, breath ragged and
sporadic after the jog and spinning amongst the rain.

�Come on,� she beckoned, pulling my hand for the d
td
time that day.

�Where?� I asked, a slight smirk playing on my lips at the
carefree shell of self-conscious righteous brat, pulling me away from the
school we were supposed to be dutifully attending.

�Where?� she asked, mock ashamed. �Where�d you promise
we�d go?� Her grin widened at my quirk of an eyebrow. �The shops won�t close
for another couple of hours.�

I suddenly stopped in my tracks, pulling the Wild One
back, my grip on her arm causing her rebound and catapult into my arms�not that
I minded, of course.

�Wait,� I reasoned, �we don�t have much of the period
left, after all...� I observed as I turned my head, looking at the stony school
distastefully; the one that was supposed to keep us locked up until we were
�adults� and thrown into the world we�d hardly had the pleasure of meeting.
�What�s your next class?�

Hermione just glanced at Hogwarts silently, then looked
bintointo my eyes, understanding my concern completely.

�Hagrid�s,� she answered, brushing a stray, soaked lock of
blonde hair out of my eyes, �and I have an oral report to do today. And
possibly an extra assignment to turn it, depending on the Caliser�s behavior.�
Her chocolate eyes seeked my out, their texture seemingly smooth and glossy and
brown getting a dark cinnamon that I�d never even seen before.

�See? We should probably just��

My sentence�poncy, fucking concerned, sentence, by
the way�was thankfully cut off by a pair or suprisingly warm lips, despite the
temperature, closing in upon mine forcefully, warm breath and tongue pushing
into my mouth passionately without a single, plausible reason left for me to
have even a thought of resisting.

Our mouths fused and my mind was still fuzzy when she
pulled back, her face flushed and lips as swollen as mine probably were, but
her eyes were clear and focused upon mine.

�I�ll ditch,� she finally uttered, voice no louder than a
hoarse whisper and attached, intense gaze trying to match mine upon her.
Something about those eyes�about that uncaring, carefree attitude�had an
addictive, drug-like quality. And I couldn�t ever�not if I tried�give up this
addiction. And I knew I couldn�t. No use. No patch. No trouble.

�Yeah?� I asked lazily, hardly believing that Hermione
Granger would ditch an oral report to sneak off with a guy�with me as
the guy.

�Yeah,� she breathed and fused our lips together once
more, effectively clouding up any thoughts I�d had resembling doubt that she�d
ditch a class and something about an oral...report...or...something...

.

I probably considered myself a smart, intelligent bloke at
some point in my life. Probably this morning when I awoke and looked at myself
in that mirror of mine before tousling my hair and reassuring myself that I�d
never loose that sexy quality many men spend their lives seeking out and never
find.

But right now, I was not feeling intelligent. I was
still with-sexy-quality and my hair was looking incredible, as always, although
it hadn�t dried in the least from that damn bucket-size rain outside, but I was
not feeling intelligent.

I looked at my watch again and sighed, taking another sip
of my thankfully scroching coffee. Something that Muggles got right about
vending and bad weather: good caf�s. Another sip of my coffee brought another
sip of gratitude towards Peet�s and their warm nourishment during a time of
unbelievable fucking flooding, and brought another sip of irritation
towards Hermione and myself, for that matter.

I was a fucking idiot for believing that I�d meet her in
an hour at the �corner coffee shop after the essentials are skimmed,� or so
she�d claimed. I�d have to say the essentials must�ve been the entire bloody
shopping centre for the amount of time she�d gone over: nearly two hours I�d
been sitting here.

I was really starting to think that she�d just gone back
to Hogwarts. Strange thought, it was, but where the hell else would she have
been? Another sigh and sip of my black-and-sugar coffee led to realize my
mistake when I�d agreed separate and meet her somewhere�meet a woman
somehwere at a certain appointed time when she�s among stores.
Lots and lots of fucking...stores. With...stuff that no
one needs but them. Even they don�t need it; but they have to have it.

And I knew all this, and yet I went about the situation
like such a man�I believed her when she said she�d meet me soon, �in an hour or
so.� Such a man. Such a pathetic man.

The pathetic man part must�ve reached the powers above and
they�d decided to grant me the one wish I�d been muttering about for the last
couple of hours in the coffee shop as the entrance bell to the coffee shop
jingled. The Muggle waiter had started to look at me strangely about an hour
ago and now just refused to look at me at all, as if afraid that I�d hex his
ass off when he made a wrong move. And he didn�t even know that I
couldn�t hex his ass off.

Taking my last gulp of coffee, I deposited the foam cup in
the trash and glanced Hermione in the eye as she sauntered in, a sly smile on
her face and eyes fulfilled and happy�yet mysterious for some reason.

�Hey,� she greeted and plopped down in the chair opposite
me. I simply shrugged and fidgeted with a stirring stick, poking a spare sugar
packet with it.

�Yeah, hey,� I replied, annoyed, not look her in the eye.
If there was one thing I couldn�t stand it was waiting. No, it didn�t even
stretch quite as far as that: I couldn�t stand not knowing how long I�d
be waiting for and not knowing when someone would show up if they�d
missed their designated time slot and were now running on overtime.

Despite my thoughts, I didn�t throw a hissy fit or
anything quiet as...convenient as that. I just sat and looked up
dutifully when her hands enveloped mine worriedly.

�What�s wrong? What�s up?� she asked, eyes concerned and
forehead scrunched. I knew she meant well, but I�d been waiting and I was just
pissed so looked away and detached my hands from her grasp.

�Nothing,� I replied, even more annoyed than I was before.
�Time management and unnecessary shopping trips have nothing to do with
it.�

At this, Hermione�s forehead relaxed and she even chanced
a relieved grin at me, while my eyes blazed irritability at her, slightly.

She reached across the table and shook her head, punching
me lightly in the shoulder as she rolled her eyes.

�You�re such a guy,� she informed me, shedding light on a
fact I�d yet to find out, �you can�t wait a few extra moments for someone when
they�re running late. And I have a good reason for that, too.� Her eyes
sparkled with mischief as she said that last one and my annoyance seemed to
have loosened reasonably over the short period of time that she�d been there,
so much that curiousity was slowly beating out my irritability of her showing
up late and making me wait. �And�and hey; I�m still soaked�head to
toe�which is more than I can say for some coffee shop lazy asses, who
shall remained unnamed.�

Giving me a pointed look, her serious expressionteretered
due to her struggle not to smile, and a grin broke out at last. My expression
must�ve been one of conflicting emotions, causing her to laugh incessantly as I
just shook my head and gave up.

I couldn�t be mad at her. She could�ve shown up seven
fucking hours late and I still wouldn�t have remained angry with her. Still.
And...why? God...why?

�Well, come on,� she ushered, standing up and pulling me
up with her.

�Where to?� I asked wearily, a lopsided smile on my face
but definitely a tired afterglow to it.

She just smiled mischieviously and lead me outside.

The sidewalk was a glum gray, trash scattered in random
spots of the asphalt and the sky hadn�t lightened its molten shade a bit since
we�d left Hogwarts. And as Hermione pulled me outside, my energies long lost to
observing and drinking up that which was her, I just rolled my eyes and shook
my head, greeting the familiar raindrops which I�d foolishly thought I�d
escaped. Foolishly.

�So...what�d you buy?� I finally asked amidst out stroll,
hand-in-hand this time. Hermione had initiated it, but gave me a knowing glance
when she�d done it: almost a confidence about it, not like it�d been before. I
just shrugged and tucked a strand of hair behind her ears, much like I�d wanted
to do now. The rain had tampered with her dark chocolate waves, causing them to
separate and detach from their regular form which Hermione had, no doubt, spent
time making sure had stayed. And I thought�ironically�that she�d never looked
as beautiful.

And that irony was not lost on me because I knew for a
fact that I was one superficial son of a bitch. There wasn�t a day in my life
that I would�ve prefered �what�s inside� over a hot chick in my bed. And I
doubted that I�d suddenly changed, over half a day, no less. No, that couldn�t
have been it. And the irony still remained. Made up and decorated Hermione was beautiful,
but shiny, pure, natural Hermione was gorgeous. Even more so than I thought was
possible to think of.

But there was that irony. It would get you. And you
couldn�t stop it.

Hermione just smiled, her clean, glowing face facing mine
as she lightly backed me into a wall, against the side of some random building
on the street. Slowly, like a feline on the prowl, she sauntered towards me and
leaned so close that I could feel her breath on my lips.

�Guess,� was all she uttered because plunging her lips
upon mine without warning. I wasn�t taken aback, per se, but rather surprised
at the intensity of the kiss. A day�s emotions and frustrations taken out on
one simple, yet unconceivably complex lock of lips was passed from her to me as
her hands snaked around my neck and mine wrapped around her lower back,
pressing her closer.

Slowly, our tongues began to dance the familiar dance or
gliding upon one another in challengin manner, both issuing the same fight that
neither was willing to forfeit or win. My tongue caressed her with intensity,
our bodies gyrating against each other, leaving me with more uncomfortable yet
heavenly feelings than I could count when...when I felt something...strange...among
all the excitement. Something...smooth and...round...

Mys wis widened and I broke away from the kiss abruptly.
Both of us seemed just as surprised at the loss of contact, panting loudly
while our eyes still seeked each other out.

�Did you...� I paused. �Did you pierce your tongue?�

Hermione�s expression suddenly turned back to mischievious
mode as she acknowledged my discovery of her big secret shopping mission. Her
chocolate eyes twinkled in appreciation.

�Yeah,� she answered, sticking out her tongue to reveal a
simple, silver bulb in the middle, glistening in the gray sky and murky
weather. I simply raised an intrigued eyebrow to match my slow-moving smirk.
�You like?�

I grinned, watching her as she pulled her tongue back into
her pink mouth, stalling just a little to tug on the silver ring with her top
teeth, making for a scene more erotic than I�d imagined should have been,
simply standing out in the middle of the street, open for the occasional
bystander to see.

�I like,� I responded, slipping my arm around her waist
and kissing the top of her head as we began walking back to the dirty corner
when the Diagon Alley and London junction was found, well aware of how much
time had passed and how much luck we�d both need just to get back to Hgowarts
before dinner, let alone our last class.

And I thought about the rain, the dizzy spinning, her
sopping wet hair and bucket-sized raindrops; her deep, dark chocolate eyes that
swirled like quicksand and that black with two sugars coffee that I had while I
waited for her. And her unresponsive face, and her emotional, joyful and face.
And how she hooked her pinky with mine for no reason at all.

I smiled to myself and absently kissed her head again.

The day was a success, and I�d had a better time with her
than I�d had in years and I would�ve been lying if I�d said I hadn�t�even with
the waiting I despised. But I knew when we returned to Hogwarts, even with the
stolen glances across the halls we�d gotten used to sharing and the accidental
bumps we both knew were very intentional, she�d still be Hermione Granger of
those who would feed me to starving rats with no mercy had they the chance
without getting the blame and I�d still be Draco Malfoy of one who�d answer
smoothly and easily to Pansy�s question of how my �little dates with Granger�
were going as, �successful parts of the bet.�

So, I chose to think of how Hermione�s face lit up when
she saw the rain and simple beauty of Hogwarts uncluttered with students and
negative face and how she enveloped her hands in mine when she thought
something had been wrong, even though she was half aware that it was her fault.

And my fantasy world had nothing missing. And my reality
had holes I�d made to fill in missing pieces of my fantasy world. nbspnbsp;

And I knew that our sweet little place in life could never
be anything more than a dream on the tip of my tongue.
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