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The year of change	By : Andrea Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 13762 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHAPTER 4
Hermione was sitting in their living room on the window sill, looking at the lake and smoking. She was quiet, not thinking about anything. For the first time that day she just let herself not think; just being and enjoying the moment. After about 15 minutes of silence, she heard a voice behind her.
"Well, well, I didn't know that our beloved Gryffindor Princess is a smoker."

She didn't have to look back to know who was talking. She ignored him, inhaling
one large drag from a cigarette. She just continued to look outside the window. Again letting her mind rest, she didn't notice that Malfoy sat next to her. Hermione turned around and was startled by the figure sitting beside her.

"Can I have one?"
"Have one what?" she asked confused.
"Cigarette."
Of course cigarette, you stupid bint! What did you think he wants - a kiss, an orgasm?!
"Yeah, sure." she motioned to the pack laying between them, then silence fell among them once again.
She couldn't bear (really close, i get bare and bear mixed up all the time, had to look that one up) to look at him, not after everything that happened that day: first the train station (which was the smallest of all things), then the kiss, then her masturbating while imagining him... It was too much! She just needed some quiet. It seems that wasn't what was on his mind.
"So, what are you thinking about?"
"Why do you want to know what I'm thinking about?" Hermione answered with a defensive tone, finally looking at him.
Oh, you are not worried about sharing your regular thoughts, oh no. You are worried about all your currents thoughts: his slightly messy hair (thank God he's not using gel anymore!), his muscles underneath that white shirt, his heated gaze in the carriage, what he can do to you...pull yourself together Hermione! Think about books and facts! Anything else! Remember who his parents are! Remember his role in the war and on which side he was on first !
"For Circe's sake! I was just making conversation, Granger", he inhaled deeply from his cigarette,
"Okay, then tell me, how come the Lioness of the Golden Trio is smoking?"
"How come the Slytherin Man Whore is smoking?" she answered with another question.
"Fine," he rolled his eyes, "Blaise got me hooked. He was on holiday around Europe the summer before our Sixth year; he came back with a few packs and convinced me that I had to try it."
"So you are using a muggle product." she accentuated the word “muggle”.
"Yeah, I am. Well at the time I didn't know it was a muggle thing. He told me only after I tried it. How about you, how did you start?" Draco asked again.
"Similar story," she paused to exhale a long drag, "But it's not that rare in muggle community. Almost everybody smokes, including my dad. I always thought that I won't start, knowing how bad it is for you and everything, yet I let my friend convince me to try it when I was 15 and at first I didn't like it. But then came war and I just started, I don't know..."
"What? The Smartest Witch of Our Age doesn't know?" he teased her slightly.
"Uff, that title! I work really hard and everybody says the smartest witch! If everybody worked as hard as I do, there would be no reason to give me that title! Besides I don't know the answer to every question ever."
"Yeah, sure you don't"
"I do not."
"So if I asked you “what do cigarettes contain?”, you wouldn't know?"
"Well, obviously they contain nicotine, carbon dioxide..."
"And now, you just proved my statement." he smirked to himself triumphantly.
"Huh! True, I did!" she smiled at the joke, "So..."
"So what?" he quirked an eyebrow.
"Nothing."
"C'mon, ask away."
Hermione's cheeks got pink and her mind started to work again.
You can't ask that! No! He will never answer that! And what If you don't like the answer, what then? Will you cry? Will you shamefully go to your room? You are talking civilly for the first time. On the other hand, you do need to know and if you did it you can also ask about it, couldn't you?
Finally, getting more courage she blurted it out, "Whydidyoukissme?"
"What? I didn't get that." he answered and looked at her. Oh but he got it! He heard the word "kiss" and instantly knew what she wanted to know. But he knew he wanted her to ask again, just so her cheeks could get a little more pink, just like in his imagination about half an hour ago.
"Why did you kiss me?" Hermione looked at him straight in the eye.
"Isn't that a little too serious of a question?" Draco smirked wanting her to get a little more frustrated and letting her stew a little.
"No." she answered sharply.
Wow, he thought, she really wanted, no, needed to know. Curious, very curious.
"I think you looked, well look, hot." he said, looking back at her with no shame whatsoever.
"Excuse me?" she blinked, unable to believe what she heard.
"Don't get me wrong...you are still annoying with knowing an answer to every single question there is, but yeah, you are hot. Oh, and that red bra you had..." he smirked looking in the distance while imagining her in that bra.
"Thank you I guess...But, how do you know about the red bra?"
"Granger you were dripping wet this morning on the station...well not dripping wet in the way I wanted it to be, but dripping wet nevertheless." again he smirked at her and lit another cigarette.
"Oh wait, hold it for me a minute, I'll be right back." he handed her his cigarette and went to his room. Soon after he returned with a bottle in his hand.
"I thought, since this is the direction of our little convo, we could have..."
Hermione didn't let him finish, she handed him back his cigarette, took the bottle out of his hand, and took a large swig from it. Only after she drank did she look at the bottle and see that it was Fire Whiskey.
Well, that explains why it burns a little...
"Whoa! I didn't expect that!" Draco exclaimed, amused.
"I had the same thought. I mean, about alcohol." she handed him the bottle back.
"Who would know that Granger and I would have the same thought..." again smirking. He looked at her, "So, Granger how about a little game of drink or tell?"
"Hmmm I don't know, spilling my secrets to a Slytherin while I'm drinking...I think I'll pass..."
"C'mon Granger, live a little" he smirked at her.
What is the worst thing that could happen? Malfoy doesn't know how much you can actually drink. Think about it, he only knows Hermione goody two shoes, war heroine, a prude who knows an answer to every question... He doesn't know loosened up, going out and drinking, swearing Hermione. You can prove him wrong now! But why would you prove anything to him? You don't need to. What, you need him to know that he doesn't know anything about you? Not to judge the book by its cover? You don't need to prove anything to him, yet you can find out interesting things about him...Well, he is a Slytherin so he will probably lie..Yet he was honest just a few minutes ago saying you are hot...But he did say you are annoying too... But still, would Malfoy ever before admit he thinks you're hot, that a muggleborn is hot? He changed a little bit and this is a start to finding out how much!
"To hell with everything, sure, let's do it!" Hermione answered taking a bottle from Draco again taking a large swig for courage.
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