Ch.5-A little Surprise Waiting for you
___________________________________________ -Dont read if you don't want any kind of Spoilers involved-
Ok before you start, just wanted to list a few things before you go on, you know how you need music to help heighten a situation sometimes to get the "feeling?"
Well here is a list of songs I used just because it really helped me:
DARE-GORILLAZ (The flashback and the arguement between Draco & Hermione)
I'm so tired of being Alone-Al Greene (When Hermione is crying at the end)
Ok sorry for botherin *tee hee* Please Enjoy!
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Hermione just ended all her classes. The whole situation with Snape and Draco made her weak as she couldn't concentrate at all on any of her classes. Just also the fact that she had to put up with Draco's endless fake acting made her so angry it gave her a nauseating headache. She hated the fact that she also had to look at Draco's hands, his platinum hair, his green Slytherin robes when she was bored and had nothing to do while sitting at the back table but observe her new body. She remembered how Snape's class was a complete insult to her. Draco made her seem like a complete idiot, the memory rang her brain as she couldn't help but recite it over again:
FLASHBACK:
"Fucking Snape, I cant believe that prick petrified me...the nerve of him." Ron said, shaking his whole body, happy to move freely.
"Yeah, and let's not forget Malfoy the newly reformed lunatic, he acted crazy...I swear he's getting worse and worse every year," Harry informed Ron.
"OH YEAH! Harry did you see me punch him? I got a huge one on em', it knocked him flat on the ground."
"Yeah, that was bloody brilliant!"
*Hermione had heard the entire conversation but ignored them as she walked pass them*
"Hey Malfoy, still think your Hermione you crazy loon?"
Hermione ignored Ron as she continued to walk, whipping wisps of Draco's soft platinum blonde hair out of her new face, which made Draco oddly look like a fruitcake.
She could hear Harry and Ron snicker behind her.
"Hey Hermione!," Ron called.
Hermione looked around and saw herself walking with Lavender Brown, which of course was Draco Malfoy, about to yell his name to talk with him about earlier...or maybe just to punch him straight in his face, an intense blood rush arrived her body as she was quickly interrupted which highly annoyed her at the moment.
"Hey Draco."
Hermione looked quickly behind her to the feminine sly voice that called her, although she wanted to see what was going on between Draco and Lavender...seeing someone she didn't want to see...it was Pansy Parkinson, smirking evily with a twinkle in her eye.
No words escaped Hermione's mouth, all she could do was remain silent by the sight of Parkinson.
"So I heard about today love, you admitting you were that dirty mudblood," Pansy said, walking closer towards Hermione, smirking, "why would you do that?"
Hermione stood motionless, observing around the classroom, speechless, although her blood boiled to the word "mudblood."
Pansy smiled as she was now leveled with Hermione, Pansy being exceptionally shorter, and sneakily and slowly searched her fingers underneath Hermione's shirt, massaging his chest in circular motions.
Hermione shrieked and flinched away from Pansy as her hands were freezing and she was touching Hermione's...or "Draco's chest," which definitlely was not a pleasing sensation for her at all.
Pansy immediately frowned as a reaction and said, "what's wrong Draco?"
"ARE YOU MAD PARKINSON?!" Hermione yelled in anger, "How dare you touch me!"
The whole Potion's class turned their heads towards Hermione and Pansy's direction, in the corner of Snape's classroom.
Pansy opened her eyes in embarrasment, smiling nervously to try and lose the audiences attention as she looked at Hermione in disbelief.
"Draco, what is wrong with you?," she whispered, as she whipped a quick glance to the class to see if they were still observing.
"WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME, PARKINSON YOU JUST BLOODY TOUCHED ME!" Hermione yelled in a rage, forgetting at that moment she was in Draco's body.
Pansy came closer to Hermione, as she backed away astonished that she was still attempting to get closer.
"Draco...why are you acting this way?," she said in an audible whisper, close to tears.
Hermione immediately felt the guilt releasing in her chest, as the moist tears became visible to Pansy's eye pupils.
"Uhhh....Parkinson I really got to go, sorry."
Hermione then walked away, hoping to hide her own embarrasment and sympathy she felt for Parkinson right at that moment, Goodness what an awkard situation, she said to herself as she looked around to find Draco to see what he was up to, just as the bell for the beginning of class rang.
"Damn it," she told herself as she sat at the farthest back table, careless to the fact of participating for her self esteem was quite low and questionable at this point.
The sounds of scrambling students and aggravated moans escaped some of the students' mouths as some of them sat scattered around, or some left to go to their other first hour. Snape almost immediately came into the classroom, looking upset, purple sockets under his eyes, giving Hermione a quick glance as Hermione looked away from the evil look.
"Alright everyone take out your books and turn to page seven hundred and ninety eight," Snape demanded, as the class began to take out their books and later the sounds of pages turning to the directed page Snape demanded.
Hermione looked around and noticed Parkinson staring at her, which she looked down in embarrassment.
Just don't look at me Parkinson...look away, she thought to herself, till she again finally looked up, and sure enough Pansy was searching for the page Snape had directed.
Oh thank god, she told herself, goodness what am I going to do with her? Hermione asked herself as she herself directed to the page of the thick potions book.
As time passed by, the classroom atmosphere was becoming very warm and the heavy robes of Draco's robes were beginning to get her rather hot.
Stupid bloody robes, and how revolting it's Slytherin.
But as class time began to pass by, close to sweating, Hermione smelled something faint but highly pleasant as class time continued to pass by.
What is that smell?
Hermione sniffed wonderously around her area, catching some attention from other students, including Parkinson.
No eye battle occured, simply a quick glance and both heads down zimmed.
But as the sniffing continued on, no scent of the flattering smell came across her nostrils, until then....the robes of Draco Malfoy.
Wait what?, she yelled in her head.
She hesitantly gathered the continuous robes, sniffing the wonderful masculine fresh scent.
"Mmmmmm."
The scent of Draco Malfoy flushed her face as she dug her head into his robes.
MY GOD....they smell SO good! she told herself, "what in the world do you use Malfoy!?." Hermione yelled.
It all happend quickly: students heard this random outburst, turning towards Hermione, as so did Snape...with a mesmorizing stare that would shiver anyones insides.
Not realizing as occupied with the smelling of the robes, Hermione then was satisfied with the smell and uncovered her face, she froze to the pupils frozen at her existence.
Draco's heart beat seemed to almost explode out of his chest.
"Um...hello everyone," she cracked.
"Well Gran-I mean Malfoy...I use a good muggle laundry detergent," Draco said across the classroom as all the heads turned towards him, wondering why on earth Hermione Granger would be talking with Draco Malfoy.
Hermione's blood boiled as the classroom began to giggle from Draco's or "Hermione's" need for an explanation.
Oh...Hermione just ignore him do not pay attention to him he is just doing this to get to you, he is not important not important at all, Hermione's subconscious began telling her.
"Miss Granger silence right now you greatly intolerable woman," Snape slyly noted as his hateful glare glowed through his eyes, clearly from the situation today.
Draco rose an eyebrow to Snape, seeming hurt and felt the desire to argue back but resisted as he stood silent and made a pouting face.
Hermione didn't know whether she felt hurt or happy that Snape had told Draco off...but also initiated it towards herself.
You can't tell Snape now your me Malfoy...you can't at all, because he won't believe you.
Somehow this felt as if this all was revenge towards her Slytherin enemy, Draco seemed helpless that his bum kissing was not up to "par" at this moment, yet she was widely embarrased, it was her reputation that was widely being misused.
*****END OF FLASHBACK*****
Hermione walked towards the Gryffindor House as she shook her head from this memory. She didn't want to think about it ever again, as long as she lived. How could he do this to her? Why did he make it seem like all just a big game?
"How could he do this to me? Oh Merlin why did this have to happen to me?" Hermione began quietly saying to herself as she held on tightly to her bookbag, holding in the tears that were desperately attempting to make an escape.
"It's as if he thinks he could take advantage of me...whatever makes him think he could!?"
"Draco are you okay?"
Hermione froze in her steps.
Oh merlin what now...
Hermione hesitantly turned to the side, turning after a few seconds a one hundred and eighty degree angle, seeing a curious confused looking Blaise with a risen eyebrow.
Great just what I bloody need...
Hermione quickly cleared her throat and attempted his "smirk," "Well of course Bl-Blaise...perfectly fine, just off to the Gry-WAIT...YOUR MALFOY NOW IDIOT...YOUR IN SLYTHERIN...umm Slytherin House."
Blaise smiled and nodded his head, " no kidding walk with me then, I was going too."
Hermione began walking with Blaise as she rolled her eyes, she really was in strong need for a nap right now and considering she was walking with Blaise Zabini to the Slytherin head house contributed to her heavy eyes.
"So mate, today was a rough day I mean that mudblood...whoo!"
Hermione heard that word so many times today she didn't find it as insulting as it was, but highly annoying as she couldn't help but think: Can't they think of a better word, really they got as much vocabulary as a whittengizzmit.
"Uh...yeah sure Blaise whatever you say mate, but when we go to the House I'm going to bed," Hermione secreted cleverly.
Oh great acting Herms, way to pull it off...!
Blaise shrugged, "I agree, today was exhausting."
The two walked together the rest of the way in silence as Hermione once in the Slytherin House, which was rather noisy and an uncomfortable atmosphere, tried to rush to the girls dormitory to breathe, but then remembered she was a male. Oh goodness I need to talk to Harry or Ron...or Ginny, anything...I just need to get out of here.
Hermione then attempted to the boys dormitory, which considering this was the Slytherin house was the opposite side from the Gryffindor house. Thus she was going the wrong way...
"Draco, what the bloody hell are you doing?," Blaise asked smirking as the other crowd of slytherin boys and girls chuckled and giggled almost immediately critiquing.
Hermione took a deep breath, trying to remain calm. Just remain calm Herms...try to act as natural as you can, you can do it for you are highly capable than these Slytherin wannabe brats.
"Ummm...I was...going." Hermione said rather awkardly.
Great going.
"To the girls dormitory?" Blaise asked making the Slytherin crowd howl with laughter.
Hermione think, THINK!
"Um...well just proves how t-tired I am right didn't I tell you?"
Blaise nodded unsurely but agreed, as he muffled under his breath to the crowd, "he's been acting really strange today."
Hermione felt a bit relieved until she spotted out of the Slytherin girls, Pansy Parkinson smirking.
Hermione looked away immediately and attempted the opposite way as Parkinson ran up to Hermione and grabbed her by the arm.
"Let go of me!," Hermione yelled as she thought it was one of the Slytherin classmates applying a prank and she indeed was not in the mood.
Turning around realizing who it was, she stood frozen and saw the large hurt puppy brown eyes piercing at her peppermint ones...and she felt awful once again.
"It was just me Draco, but I understand your tired so...I'll just go," Pansy emitted so painfully it pumped the most sympathy out of Hermione as she was about to grab Pansy back and apologize, until Millicent Bullstrode yelled, "Your an asshole Draco!"
Silence.
The silence passed as Blaise walked up to Hermione and whispered in her ear, "Just go, I'll talk to her I know you had a rough day today."
Hermione wanted to cry.
No...not cry...sob...not sob...heave out painful wails of torture.
"Okay...,"she whispered in her masculine voice as tears formed in her blue eyes.
Without anything more being said she ran up to the boys dormitory finding the first bed available and began sobbing into the cologne scented pillow, and didn't stop till she fell asleep on the drenched pillow, feeling for some reason relaxed rather than out of place.
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So what ya think? Please review, I seriously need authentic feedback...and oh yeah here's a preview to next chapter,
considering it is so funny!:
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* He very slowly stretched the sleeve head of the shirt, his heart beat pumping
harder each second...curiosity biting, winning him over. As he fully opened the
sleeve to take a full view, he saw Hermione's chest revealed with a lacy pink
colored bra...out of surprise he quickly released the shirt as his heart was pumping
mad now and a small streak of perspiration was forming on his forehead.
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