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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
9




Hermione felt incredibly giddy that morning. Her toothbrush had fallen out of her
mouth three times now, since her humungous grin was too big to keep it in.

He
had kissed her!

Malfoy
had kissed her and it had been so wonderful! It had been like electricity, fireworks,
melting and burning up at the same time!

Last
night, they had quickly concluded that they really weren�t going to be able to
do much work after that.
After they had retreated back to their rooms, Malfoy even hadn�t
pressured her into going further than kissing, a gesture that really meant a lot
to Hermione. Not because she hadn�t
wanted to go any further, but because it proved that he indeed was considerate
about her feelings and didn�t just want her because he had had a taste of the
�goods� and wanted more of it.

After
Hermione had safely secluded herself into the privacy of her bedroom, she had
flippantly started bouncing up and down while punching air with her fists. She felt a little hypocritical about
acting so damn girly, since she had always scolded Parvati and Lavender for
doing that very same thing every time they had started dating someone
new.

Pish
posh! As long as she didn�t do it
in public, no one could call her upon it.
It wasn�t as if she suddenly was going to carve �Draco + Hermione� in a
tree!

It
had way too many letters anyway.

Before
her overexcited brain had the chance to start debating the possible use of
initials instead, Hermione left the bathroom and went to fetch her clothes for
the day.

She
felt as nervous and confused as a pre-pubescent girl with her first
boyfriend. Draco indeed was her
first boyfriend, so it wasn�t all that odd that she felt nervy about
it.

Heck,
she couldn�t even call him by his first name without bursting into a fit of
giggles.

She
really was going to have to get used to the informal use of surnames.

Draco.

Draco.
Draco. Draco. Draco. Draco. Draco. Draco. Draco. Draco.

...

Nope,
it still made her giggle.

*


Now that Draco and Hermione had sorted out their problems, it seemed like
it would be an easy ride from here on.
Hermione would try to gently break the news to her friends and Draco
would try very hard not to mention it to anyone at all.

It
would be an easy ride, as long as you didn�t take Pansy Parkinson into
account.

It
was no secret that Pansy had a bit of an obsession when it came to the subject
that is Draco Malfoy. Their
families had been close acquaintances since way before they were born and Pansy
had set her sights on the Malfoy heir since she was merely five years old. She used to pull her pillowcase over her
head and play out their wedding day that now, twelve years later, she had
planned in her head down to the smallest detail. You wouldn�t want to be in the same room
with Pansy if somehow it would turn out that, when the special day arrived,
she�d have to settle for purple-coloured candles instead of the violet-coloured
ones she had wanted since she was 8 years old.

Now
if it would turn out that she couldn�t have the groom she wanted...

Let�s
not go there.

Pansy
had become more and more obsessed with Draco ever since he had hit puberty and
seemed to be getting more and more attention from other girls. She had realised that she had to make
her mark in order to keep other �contestants� away.

Therefore,
when she was 14 years old, she had offered to sleep with him and he hadn�t
refused. The event itself had been
a little shaky and uncomfortable, but to Pansy that didn�t really matter. It was the newly forged union between
she and Draco that was of true importance. She had imagined that exchanging
virginities would have meant something. That from then on there was an
unbreakable bond between them. That
she was his, and vice versa.
Right?

Wrong.

Pansy
was absolutely infuriated when she had come to the realisation that she had only
opened the floodgates to what would be known as �Draco Malfoy�s nightly
excursions�.

He
was supposed to be hers!

Over
time she had learned to deal with her Draco�s �whoring around�. He was a man, he had needs, it�s just
sex... it didn�t mean anything.

As
long as occasionally she was able to lure him into her bed, she could
deal with the competition. She just
knew that one day they would get hitched.
How could they not? They had
known each other since they were infants.
They were both rich, pureblood, gorgeous as hell, and followers of
Voldemort. They just had too much
in common to not believe it was destiny.

Eventually,
Draco would realise that she was the one for him and they could both classify
his escapades under �juvenile sins of the past�.

Pansy
thought that she was getting close to that point, when two days ago Draco had
asked her if he could join her in her bed.
She just knew that something was different, knowing that
she had mostly been the one to take the initiative when it came to
physical intimacy. Something had
changed that made him take the lead and she sure as hell wasn�t going to
let this opportunity go by.

All
she needed to do now was to make sure that he�d come back to her.

And
fast!

The
problem was that he seemed to be preoccupied most of the time. In Pansy�s opinion, purebloods should be
exempt of detention. Honestly, like
they didn�t have anything better to do.

Additionally,
he also had his duties as Head Boy.

Pansy could live with that, really.

What
she couldn�t live with was the knowledge that he kept on working until
dusk.

What
about Pansy?

Shouldn�t
she get anything?

Didn�t
she have needs?

Yes,
she did. That was just what she was
going to tell Draco, Head Boy duties or not.

Needless
to say, the sight that had met her when she had entered the Great Hall did
*not* please her *at all*!

Since
when was kissing a Mudblood part of the Head Boy
curriculum?!

The proverbial drop that flooded the
bucket was to hear Draco�s words to the person she would hate until the day she
died.

Hermione
Granger was the only one in his eyes who wasn�t a complete bore!?

GRANGER?!

He
chose a Mudblood... OVER HER?!

Then she watched Granger punch him.

And he even didn�t scold her for
it!

Once
he had shoved Pansy away for merely touching his hair.

But
what did he do after Granger basically physically assaulted him?

He
kissed her *again*!

Pansy
felt like screaming, shouting, weeping, and collapsing to the floor in a
distraught mess of human being.

But
she didn�t have time.

Oh
no no no...

She
needed to do what any other girl in her place would do.

Damage
control.

*

When
Draco woke up that morning he found himself having the uncharacteristic urge to
hop up and down his bed in exhilaration.
Honestly, if he had known that hooking up with Granger could make him
feel so ecstatic, he would have hooked up with her years ago.

For
the first time in his life he actually felt...

What�s
the word?

...

Real.

For
the first time in his life he felt real.

He
hadn�t hooked up with her to spite someone, or to boost his ego, or to please
his parents or just to prove that he could. Draco rarely found himself doing
something without an ulterior motive, but now he found himself going out with
Granger for the simple reason that he just wanted
to.

Motivation,
action, consequence.

So
simple, yet so complicated.

A
light tapping on his window suddenly caught his attention. As Draco looked up, he saw that it was
an owl with a piece of paper to its leg.
He immediately recognised whose owl it was and instantly knew that his
little moment of exhilaration would soon be cut short.

*


Hermione was trying to eat her breakfast, with the emphasis on
trying.


She had the unnerving feeling that people were staring at her although
she couldn�t fathom on why.


�I wish people would stop staring,� Ron said grumpily. �I�m trying to
eat.�


�As if staring people would stop you from eating,� Harry
snorted.


�So people are staring?� Hermione said.
�Why?�


�You haven�t heard yet?� Harry asked as he sipped his tea. �Well, I
wouldn�t pay too much attention to it.
It�s just some silly rumour.�


�What rumour?� Hermione asked.


�It�s hilarious really,� Ron snorted. �Some people seem to be having the
distinct idea that you and Malfoy are having some sort of a thing.�


�A... A thing?� Hermione stammered.


�Don�t pay any attention to it,� Harry said dismissingly. �Once people notice that it�s obviously
a lie some bored Slytherin has made up, it will dim down.�


Hermione guiltily stared at her plate. She didn�t know how anyone could have
found out about her and Malf- Draco, but at this point it didn�t really
matter. She had wanted to break it
to her friends in a time and place that felt right. But waiting didn�t seem like an option
anymore. If she�d keep quiet now,
they�d obviously call her on it later on.
When they�d find out, she didn�t want to be caller a liar.


�It�s no lie,� Hermione mumbled.


�Hm, what?� Harry asked, his mind obviously on another topic
already.


�It�s no lie,� Hermione said.
�I wanted to tell you later when we were in private, but the rumour is
true; since last night I am having a thing with Draco.�


At this revelation Ron promptly spit out his pumpkin juice.


�What?� Harry yelped.


�I know it probably sounds a bit odd-� Hermione
began.


�Odd?� Ron laughed, but was clearly not amused. �ODD? You have to be joking! Hermione
it�s *Malfoy*!�


�I know, Ron,� Hermione shushed, noticing that people were becoming quite
interested in their somewhat loud discussion. �And I also know that nothing I can say
will make you feel better about him.
All I can say is that if it�s a mistake, it�s a mistake for me to
make.�


Hermione saw Harry and Ron exchanging a brief look of shared
disbelief.


�Hermione,� Ron whispered slowly as if speaking too fast or too loud
would set off a bomb. �Just so you
know, this is not funny! If
this is a joke, please tell us now!�


�It�s no joke,� Hermione said with a sigh.


At this, Harry angrily got up from his seat and left the table.


�Harry-� Hermione pleaded as she ran after him.


�No!� Harry yelled as he turned around to face her. �Don�t expect me to be okay with
this, Hermione! How can you
possibly have *any* friendly feeling towards a bastard like Malfoy? In case you haven�t noticed: he�s a
complete and total git! *You* might
have forgiven him for making our lives miserable from day one, but *I*
haven�t! His entire family has done everything to make sure I remember
how unfair life is, and I�m not about to forget that little detail just because
you�ve taken a shine to Malfoy. Or
wait, it�s �Draco� now, isn�t it?�


Hermione swallowed a lump in her throat at hearing her friend�s harsh
words. The entire Great Hall was
watching and Hermione felt as if she had the scarlet letter �A� sewed on her
chest. Ron remained seated beside
her, his face had turned as red as his hair from pent up frustration. He was clearly angry and upset, but not
like Harry. Hermione had known that
Harry would be the angriest of all.
His parents had died, Sirius had died, and he was expected to place his
own life on the line for the good of mankind.   And now one of his best friends
started dating a person whom he saw as the enemy that was the cause of it
all.


�Harry, I-� Hermione began.


Harry shook his head as a sign that he was done listening. Before he turned around and left, he
gave Hermione such a look of total betrayal and disappointment she almost
physically recoiled from it.
She watched her best friend of seven years angrily march out off the
Great Hall, tears silently rolling down her cheeks, wondering if all this was
really worth it.

*


Apparently, Hermione hadn�t been the only one who had been scolded for
her newfound relationship with Draco.
With a sigh she sat herself down unto the couch in their common room as
she reread the letter Draco had just handed to her.


Draco,


I believe that in the past I have made my feelings clear in regards to my
son consulting with Muggleborns.
Your affairs in the bedroom are your own, as long as they don�t touch
your posture during the day. You
can let a Muggleborn into your private chambers as long as it is kept
private. This is a notion
that your current behaviour clearly contradicts.

Do
what you want with the girl and then get rid of her.


Your father,


Lucius Malfoy


Draco honestly hadn�t expected his father to hear about his relationship
with Hermione. He had falsely
assumed that, as long as he was at school, he was free to do what he
pleased. When he had thought about
courting Hermione, he honestly hadn�t truly considered the outside world to be
an obstacle. Apart from Potty and
the Weasel, people were too scared of him to oppose him, and he had been certain
that Hermione would be able to smooth talk the other two into giving their
acceptance.


But Draco�s father... that was another matter.


Along with his mother, Lucius was the only person Draco had ever had to
answer to. Draco knew how harsh his
father could be with his punishments.
If Lucius had such thorough contacts in the school that he had already
been informed about his sons �sidetracking� merely 6 hours after the event had
first occurred, Draco wouldn�t doubt the fact that he as easily could enforce
his will within the borders of Hogwarts.


He couldn�t let this happen, not to himself and not to Hermione.

Hermione
sighed as she put the paper unto the table and looked back up to Draco. His face was contorted into a grimace,
the lines of burden and defeat making him seem tired and
older.


�It was a good fantasy wasn�t it?� Hermione said blankly to her
soon-to-be ex-boyfriend.


�It really was,� Draco said, looking back at her with a mournful
gaze.

**********

End
of chapter 9

A/N:
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