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This is like a snipit. Very short little ficlet. Just an idea that was
rattling through my brain.
Enjoy!
Clueless
“Watch
it, Mudblood. The rest of us need to use
the Library too.” Draco spat at
Hermione, who was backed up by her two best friends.
“Why
don’t you just have Daddy go and buy you the books you need, ferret?” Hermione replied, her voice as venomous as
his. Harry and Ron both snickered at
her statement. Draco started to blush
just a bit, and the twinkle in his eyes sparkled just
a bit more.
“You’re
lucky it’s seventh year, Granger. If it
wasn’t, I’d hex you so far into the future your bushy little head would
spin. Luckily we only have a few months
left.” Goyle and Crabbe were standing
behind Draco, waiting for a fight to turn physical. Lately their fights had all been verbal, and
they were fought by Hermione and the blond haired Slytherin.
“Believe
me Malfoy, I’m counting the days.” She
turned on her heel and walked in the opposite direction. Harry and Ron gave the three Slytherin boys
nasty glances before turning to follow their bookworm friend.
“I
don’t know how you can stand sharing a common room with him, Hermione.” Ron said.
“He is such an arse sometimes. I
wish you’d let Harry and me pound his skull in.”
“And
let you guys get expelled? Not this
close to graduation. McGonagall has had
enough of your fighting and you know she won’t put up with it. We’ve only got a few more months and we’ll
never see him again.” Hermione said
matter of factly.
They
walked as far as the Heads common room.
Hermione said goodbye to the boys, knowing that they were going to
Quidditch practice. She had too much
homework and wanted to study for her NEWTs again. She walked into the common room, and found it
empty. She spread her books and
parchment out onto one of the empty tables and began working. She got up from the table and went to one of
the bookshelves that surrounded the room.
She found the book she was looking for, and began flipping through the
pages. She was so engrossed in the book
that she didn’t hear the portrait slide open.
“How
many more days until school is over?” A warm voice spoke in her ear. She felt arms encircling her body, and then
felt warm, soft lips press against the nape of her neck. He started to nuzzle her in that way that he
knew made her melt.
“Definitely not enough.
106 days, if neither one of us goes home for anything.” She turned to face him and placed her lips
just below his earlobe at that spot that always made him squirm. He let out a low moan and his hands pulled
her closer to him.
“Well
I think we need to make the best of our 106 days then.” He winked at her before capturing her mouth
with his. She led him to the couch just a few feet away, and their clothing was
quickly shed.
Hermione
and Draco were lying on the couch, wrapped in each others arms. It was still slightly chilly, even for March
and a fire was roaring in the fireplace.
Draco had quickly conjured up a blanket and wrapped it around the two of
them.
“You
know, our fights are so staged. I still
can’t figure out how those two haven’t realized what’s been going on.” Hermione confided to her lover of the last
few years.
“Which two? Your two or my two?”
Draco asked. “It is always the
same. I call you a Mudblood, you call me
a ferret and we give each other the evil eye.
It’s actually kind of funny if you ask me.”
“And
how many times have they nearly walked in on both of us? And they never notice, any of them.” She started to laugh now. “Oh well, I guess neither one of us picked
our friends for their brains.”
Draco
loved to listen to Hermione laugh. He
reached under the blankets and began to tickle her. She laughed harder and began to tickle him
back. A few minutes into their tickle
war, Hermione couldn’t mistake the lust in his eyes.
A
few whispered breaths and gasps later and the tickling was forgotten.
The
three Gryffindor were leaving Potions when a voice called out to them.
“You
know, it’s a good thing that at least one of you knew the answer to Snape’s
questions. It’s too bad that the three
of you have to share a brain.” Draco
said, chuckling. His goons weren’t with
him, but he didn’t bother to keep his distance.
“Sod
off, Malfoy.” Hermione told him, pushing
him to one side.
Neither
Ron nor Harry noticed when Draco pinched Hermione’s butt when she walked
by. And neither one noticed when
Hermione whirled around the blow him a quick kiss, or the wink that Draco gave
her in return.