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The Homerun Blues	By : Padfoot Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 62929 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 8




Hermione kept telling herself it really wasn�t so bad.


So she currently was sitting in a deserted Great Hall with Draco
Malfoy.


So they had both been selectively ignoring everything that had
happened before.


It really wasn�t that bad, ignoring things was good.


They had been working on the organisation for the feast a whole day now
and had consequently missed dinner, which they were currently catching up on as
they kept working.   Their
conversations had been a bit awkward in the beginning, but along the way, they
had started going more smoothly.
Actually, they seemed to go more smoothly than before. Before the potions-thing happened,
Malfoy used to argue with her on every little suggestion she made, regardless of
what it was.

Granted, they
still conflicted on many levels, but somehow they were more civil towards each
other.

It was as if
Malfoy was at least trying to be somewhat hospitable.

As
much as Hermione appreciated the effort, she felt that it was just easier when
she could hate him. He had been
inside of her, for Gods sake! How
was she supposed to deal with that?
Either she should hate him or either she should love him, but anything
in-between felt unnatural. How
could they possibly become be friends, an idea that still seemed unlikely, if
they had slept together?

Friends
should not be shagging!

That
didn�t make much sense either, since there are loads of people who are friends
with their exes.

As
Hermione looked over to the handsome Slytherin who was sitting across from her,
penning down his notes, it suddenly hit her on why it all felt so
wrong.

She
wanted to shag him again.

As
awful as their previous encounter might have been, she still wanted to do it
again.

To
do it right!

But
if friends shouldn�t be shagging, what in the hell were they?

They
sure weren�t enemies anymore! The
somewhat amiable talk they had shared during the course of the day had made that
clear. It wasn�t as if Hermione
just wanted to have sex again, but more specifically she wanted to have sex with
Malfoy again.

What
was it about him?

Was
it the idea of �sleeping with the enemy� that was so alluring? Or was it the fact that she had already
dealt with the initial awkwardness that came with sleeping with him and the
familiarity of his touch was a comfort to her? Or were it just plainly his good looks?

Did
she even like him?

Malfoy
was far from perfect. He was rude,
haughty, always spoke his mind and had this unnerving ability to pinpoint
people�s buttons and, subsequently, push them. She hated it when he would
scold her for her looks! She
couldn�t help it that she had bushy hair, so why did he need to keep
pointing it out?

The
sod didn�t even care if anyone disliked him or not.

One
of Hermione�s flaws was that she always wanted people to like her. She strived to attain the best grades,
the right answers, the best grammar and the most proper appearance so no one
could say or think anything bad of her.
But for some reason she often didn�t succeed in that. Heck, even her current best friends
actively disliked her the first two months of school.

Malfoy
on the other hand, didn�t care if anyone liked him or not. He
just said whatever he wanted to say and whenever he wanted to say it, without
caring how people might react to it.
The most annoying thing was that because of his family, almost everyone
kept their mouth shut whenever he had said something they disagreed with. Malfoy could be as rude and obnoxious as
he wanted and he�d always have people siding with him.

This
was something that had always thoroughly annoyed her; the idea that people would
take a side that wasn�t based on the actual facts. It wasn�t logical and she wasn�t afraid
to vocalise that. Perhaps this was
the reason why Malfoy had kept picking on her throughout their high school
career; that she was almost the only one who wasn�t afraid to challenge
him.

In
all honesty, a
part of her had sort of enjoyed their rows. She could let everything
out without restraint while she got to be witty and creative in her retorts at
the same time. The fact that Malfoy
was hardly ever got tongue-tied in return, made the verbal sparring more
exciting since she had to quickly think on her feet.

Hermione
sighed.

Was
it that thing Ginny had been warning her about? Has she let his touches get to
her?

They
were complete antagonists.

He
was a pureblood, while she was a Muggleborn.

He
was sexually experienced, while she was not.

He
sided with Voldemort, while she definitely did not.

He
could get anyone he wanted, while she did not.

Even
if she would consider pursuing a more intimate relation with Malfoy, he�d
never consider it. He might
have started acting nicer towards her, but that didn�t mean anything. He just felt sorry for her. He was still the same pureblood-snob he
was before and probably still saw her as a species in a lower evolutionary
stases because her parents were Muggles.

Sure,
opposites attract; but some differences are just too great to overcome.

�I
think it�s wise to avoid putting members from Slytherin and Hufflepuff next to
each other,� Malfoy mentioned as he scowled at his notes. �It�s not a good
match.�


�That�s the exact attitude that fires up this enmity,� Hermione
retorted. �Perhaps if they were
forced to talk to each other, they might find a common
ground.�


�Oh, please,� he huffed.
�With a Hufflepuff?�


Hermione scowled in return.

�We�re
making as much Slytherin/Hufflepuff matches as we would do with the other
houses,� she said resolutely. �It
wouldn�t be fair otherwise. Think
about the poor Ravenclaws and Gryffindors who�d have to take the rest of the
snakes.�

�Charming,�
Malfoy smirked, but let Hermione have her way and let the seating arrangements
untouched.

During
the course of the day, Draco had come to the conclusion that he indeed fancied
the Gryffindor before him. He
constantly had to fight the urge to lean over and kiss her, an act that had
become comfortingly familiar to him over the last few days.

This
wasn�t like him.

Why
should he be fighting an urge?
If he had an urge to do anything, he�d just do it. What was standing in his way not to lean
over and kiss her?

Sure,
it would be slightly unethical since it had been only yesterday since he had
hurt her in such an intimate way, but since when had he let a thing like that
stop him? She didn�t seem all that
distraught anymore. She was alive
and kicking. Any moment during the
day she could have thrown him a punch if she had felt the need to do so.

If
he wanted something, normally Draco would just go out and get it. He was handsome, Pureblooded and rich;
he should not let anything standing in his way!

Granger
might be a Muggleborn, but everything she did and said contradicted that
fact. Draco hated Muggleborns
because they were inferior and somehow had managed to attain the same rights and
privileges as Purebloods. But
Granger wasn�t inferior at all. The
reason why he had taunted her for her lineage so frequently in the past was
because she had actually managed to rise above it. She was smarter and more powerful than
most Purebloods and therefore she had been a thorn in Draco�s side.

His
father might kill him if he found out that his son was �consorting� with a
Muggleborn, but the chance of him finding out was slim since he was on the run
from the law.

So
why didn�t he just ask her out or something?

...

He
wasn�t scared of her!

The
worst she could do was to say �no�.

But to Draco, that was a mortifying
thought. He really didn�t like
people rejecting him while he couldn�t do anything to persuade them
otherwise. Heck, his ego was still
bruised from Potter�s refusal to shake his hand on the Hogwarts Express seven
years ago.

People
didn�t say �no� to Draco often, but when they did; it stung!

He
had never been afraid to approach a girl since he had mostly been sure they�d
respond positively to him, but if the thought occurred that they might respond
negatively; he�d just leave them alone.

Yet
he didn�t want to leave this one alone.

Should
he take a risk or leave it alone to make sure his ego remained
intact?

�Malfoy,
are you okay?� Hermione asked a bit worriedly as Draco had been staring off into
space for some time now.   When
suddenly his eyes swept over to look into hers, she was a bit taken aback by the
strong determination she met in its grey
depths.

Without
warning, he released a husky growl and leaned over the table to passionately
kiss her on the lips.

Hermione
was too shocked to move, or protest, or do anything for that matter. When she felt his tongue coaxing her
lips, she luckily had enough wits to part them to grant him access. She might be surprised by his action,
but she still knew that she didn�t object to it. Their tongues met in a flourishing
embrace, learning the taste and feel of each other�s flesh. The kiss was passionate, yet
gentle. It was perfect. His full lips lushly pressed against
hers; his tongue sliding against her own, sweetly making love to her mouth. She
could feel Draco�s hand softly caressing her cheek, brushing a few strands of
hair out of her face. She couldn�t
believe how much she had missed his touch over the course of merely one
day. Every kiss they had shared
before had been animalistic and needy and had been inferior to the search for
sexual release. Right now, all
there existed was the kiss itself.
If Hermione had any say in it, this would be the kiss she would mark as
her first one. The others didn�t
count; not the one with Lavender, nor the one with Draco in the hospital
wing.

This
one was the one.

Their
lips parted out of urgent need for oxygen and they looked at each other in
question, silently asking the other if they had thought their kiss to have been
a mistake.

�If
it helps, you can hit me,� Draco suddenly said.

�What?�
Hermione asked while looking at him somewhat owlishly, still dazed from the
kiss.

�I
don�t know,� Draco sighed as he settled himself back into his seat. �For kissing you just now, for shagging
you, for poisoning you... Pick one.�

�Oh,�
Hermione said, deflating a bit. �So kissing me was a
mistake.�

�Yes...
no... I don�t know. Wasn�t it?�
Draco asked and suddenly flinched when Hermione harshly slammed her fist unto
the table.

Hermione
couldn�t help but get angry at his response. She was so damn sick of feeling lost
and confused! Right now, she
felt as if she was drowning and Malfoy�s indecisiveness was pushing her even
deeper under water.

�For
Gods sake, Malfoy!� she exasperated.
�Can�t you just for once say what you�re thinking? Was it a mistake or
not?�

Draco
looked at her for a few moments, trying to figure out a way to get out of this
while not having to go emotional.

�It
wasn�t a mistake, alright!� Draco grunted, anger seeping into his voice in
automatic response to mask the emotional content of his words. �I wanted to kiss you, damn
it!�

�Why?�
she asked.

�Because
you don�t bore me, alright!� Draco yelled in despair. �You�re the only person in this
miserable existence who�s able to make me pay attention for more than five
minutes. And now I�ve actually
realized that I like it!�

Hermione was breathing heavily,
feeling incredibly nervous and confused at the same time.

�Was
it a mistake for you?� Draco asked, the anger in his voice having
dampened a bit.

Hermione sighed, thinking about her
answer.

What
would happen if she said �no�?
Would she be starting to date Malfoy? How on earth was she going to have to
explain this to her friends?
To Harry?
She�d be going out with the son of a Death Eater, the enemy!

But if she said �yes�, she would be
passing up on something that might be a really good thing. She had already given herself to Malfoy;
perhaps if she squinted her eyes a bit, she could see a bit of the knight in
shining armor she had been fantasizing about.

Suddenly,
Hermione leaned in and harshly punched Malfoy on the shoulder.

�OUCH!�
Malfoy exclaimed, clutching his shoulder in pain. �What the hell was that
for?�

�That
was for poisoning and shagging me,� Hermione stated dryly.

�Not
the kiss?� Malfoy asked, still rubbing his shoulder where there surely a bruise
would appear.

Hermione
shook her head in denial, an uncertain smile forming on her lips. If he wanted to go out with her, she�d
gladly comply.

The
silence that followed was deafening.
She briefly wondered if it should really be this awkward?

�So...
now what?� Draco asked.

�I
don�t know,� Hermione shrugged awkwardly.
�Finish up with the Yule-ball plans?�

Draco
smirked.

�Judging
by the way your gaze just darted towards my lips, I�m concluding that you were
thinking something else,� he said suggestively.

�I�m
thinking that it was just your mind playing tricks on you� Hermione said,
although she knew she was lying.

�Even
so, do you want to pass up on the opportunity?� Draco asked smugly.

�Tempting....
but no,� Hermione still managed to say, before Draco�s lips descended back unto
her own.

**********

End
of Chapter 8

A/N:
I�m going to give my review-responses tomorrow. I loved them all, but it�s late
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