Chapter 13 : Drama on Valentine's day
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Hermione stared at her wardrobe, wrapped in nothing but a towel; she had just come out of the bathroom, and was now searching for something to wear for Hagrid’s Valentines’ day dinner. Hermione selected a pale pink almost-see-through blouse; (she figured that she might as well dress for the occasion), and a long pair of dark blue jeans. Hermione sighed, reaching down for a pair of black platform pumps. Hermione slipped off her towel and started changing into her clothes, pulling on a white camisole underneath her blouse. She waved her wand and muttered a spell, and immediately, her curly hair transformed into soft brown curls. Hermione elaborately twisted them up and piled them atop her head, leaving a few strands to frame her face. Simple, yet classy. Once she had finished, Hermione sat down on the edge of the bed, waiting for Draco to come back from quidditch practice.
The door creaked open, and Draco poked his head in, smiling as he took in Hermione’s figure on the bed. She looked beautiful, like she always did, of course, but tonight, she was exceptionally stunning. She was dressed simply, but Draco felt that it had a subtle hint of sexiness.
“Hey. You look…amazing.” He complimented, stepping through the doorway, still dressed in his quidditch robes. Hermione looked up at his voice, and a smile broke through on her face.
“Thanks” she smiled. “You should probably get cleaned up too…we should leave in about fifteen minutes…” Draco nodded, walking over to Hermione, and kissed her briefly, and exited the room.
“Hermione…are you sure about this?” Draco whispered, as they hurried down the winding stone path to Hagrid’s hut. Hermione just nodded, taking Draco’s hand and squeezing it gently.
“We’ll be okay”
Draco smiled, and put his arm around her shoulders. The pair had reached the small wooden hut that Hagrid called home, and Hermione stepped forward to knock twice on the door. The chatter inside abruptly ceased. Draco could hear whispers, but did not know who had said them. “Do you think he’s here? Would she really bring him?” Rolling his eyes and turning to Hermione to complain teasingly, Draco smirked at how Potter, Weasel, Weasel’s sister, and Weasel’s girlfriend would react when he walked in there. However, Hermione’s eyes were flashing dangerously, but she held her head high and waited for Hagrid to answer the door. Draco admired how brave she was. He smiled at her, and kissed her lightly, before the door swung open, revealing the large gamekeeper.
“’Ermione! It’s good to yer…Oh…Uhm…hello Malfoy” Hagrid greeted Draco uncomfortably, as he had had horrible encounters with death eaters before.
“Hello Hagrid!” Hermione beamed, hugging him around the waist. It was like watching her hug a giant pillow, which was wearing a brown moleskin coat. “It’s good to see you again” She said, her words muffled slightly. Hagrid smiled at her, and gently pulled her away.
“You too Hermione…let’s go…err…have dinner” Hagrid smiled, motioning for Hermione to come in.
Hermione grinned, and took Draco’s hand, shooting him a grateful look, as if she was saying, ‘thanks for coming with me. Sorry for putting you through this’ and Draco returned her smile, faintly. They walked into the hut, and the first thing Draco saw was the four shocked and disappointed faces fixed upon him. Draco’s eyes flashed when he caught sight of Ron, and the four’s eyes hastily focused someplace else.
Hermione had pulled Draco down at the table, sitting him at the very end so he wouldn’t be next to anyone he felt uncomfortable next to. She felt so relieved that he was with her, and she couldn’t express enough gratitude that he was there to comfort her, or to back her up if she needed it. Hermione ignored Ron’s furious glares at Draco, and their connected hands. Nobody spoke, until after a very awkward silence, Ginny finally said, “Hello, Draco.”
Despite looking quite stunned, Draco answered politely, saying, “Hello, Ginny, it’s good to see you again.” Ginny looked quite shocked, but she nodded at him once, as if to say ‘you too’. Ron was practically radiating with anger that Ginny and Draco were talking normally. Harry was staring at his plate, unwilling to take part in what might turn out to be another argument.
Hagrid seemed to have sensed the tension floating in the air, because he suggested hastily, “Shall we eat then?” He shot his pink flowery umbrella, (which Draco had looked curiously at) at the fireplace, causing the flames to roar higher. Then, Hagrid bustled around the kitchen, serving dinner, which seemed to be homemade pasta. Hermione stood up to help, but Draco pulled her back down, looking pleadingly in her eyes. She understood that he did not want to be alone with the others, and she nodded in apology, stroking his arm. Hermione saw Ron twitch involuntarily, but she ignored it.
The food was great, better than Hagrid’s usual cooking, and he had admitted that he had had some help from the house elves in the castle. Hermione pursed her lips; she still did not approve of the enslavery of elves at Hogwarts. Hermione had forgotten her anxiety and uncomfortableness with Ron and Lavender. It was clear that Ron was slightly put off with her, though he tried not to show it.
Hermione joined in the conversation easily, but she also remembered Draco, and also gave him a lot of attention, which he appreciated.
Draco watched his girlfriend, as she chatted with Ginny, and he absently stroked her hand. She was so easy going, and fun to be around. Draco couldn’t believe he was so lucky that he found her. And he knew that he would never let her go, and that nothing would stand in between them. Smiling, he felt more at ease. He struck up a conversation with Harry, much to everyone’s surprise, (and Ron’s disgust), but Harry responded, with a faint smile. It was only for Hermione that he was making an effort to be civil to Draco, and he was glad when Hermione had given him a glowing smile, before turning her attention back to Ginny.
It was near 8 o’clock when trouble finally arrived. Hermione and Draco had finished eating, and they were about to announce that they were going to leave.
“Hermione? Can we go now…?” Draco asked glancing at her while pulling her hand closer.
“Oh. Yes. Sorry Draco…Thank you for coming with me tonight” She smiled, and leaned in to kiss him, forgetting that they had company. Their lips met, and they kissed briefly, until Ron jumped up from the table, and made his way over to them.
He forcefully pulled them apart, causing Hermione to gasp as she slammed back into her chair. Concerned, Draco leaned forward, but Ron had jabbed him hard in the chest.
“Who gave you the right to kiss her huh? If you know what’s best for you, you’ll stay away from her. But knowing you, the arrogant, selfish, evil pig you are, you probably won’t. So listen to what I say...” Ron began, but before he could say another word, Hermione had leapt from her seat and grabbed Ron’s hand, dragging him away from Draco. Hagrid watched with wide eyes beside the sink, where he stood in the middle of pulling on a pair of large flowery dish washing gloves.
“Ron, are you mad? Stop telling me and Draco what to do! Don’t you remember you promised to attempt to be nice to him? Ginny has, and so has Harry. I don’t give a shit about Lavender (Lavender huffed and glared at Hermione) so you’re the only one who has to be difficult. And Draco has the right to kiss me, because he is my boyfriend”
Hermione growled, before marching back to Draco and took his hand gently. Hermione muttered an apology and thank you at Hagrid, and a quick goodbye to her friends, before pulling Draco out the door.
As they marched along the corridors of the school, Draco knew something was troubling Hermione. He knew better to bring up the topic, so instead, he leaned down to kiss her. “I believe we were interrupted?” He teased, before pressing his mouth firmly to hers. It was enough. Hermione relaxed and giggled, rolling her eyes before kissing him back.
They had reached the common room, and Draco said, “Phoenix” before pulling Hermione quickly towards her room. “Wait here” he told her, and disappeared into his own room. Hermione sank into her bed, still thinking about Ron. When was he ever going to stop being so protective, and grow up? She was not his to own, or will she ever be. Fuming, Hermione didn’t hear Draco come in, until he wrapped his cool hands around her waist.
“Gahhh….”Hermione gasped, as she felt his touch, and Draco murmured an apology. He kissed her neck, and spun her around to face him, before his lips crashed down on hers. Hermione deepened the kiss, grabbing his hair and pulling him closer.
“Hermione…” Draco said, pulling away. He lifted his hand and a small package, and lifted the lid, to reveal a splendid green and silver gown. Hermione’s mouth fell open into a ‘O’ as she took in the sight. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she pushed the present away from her, turning her head to stare at the opposite wall, refusing to look at him.
“Hermione?” Draco asked, confused and a little hurt that she had rejected his gift. “What’s wrong?”
“You keep buying me expensive things, and it makes me feel so guilty! Stop buying me stuff Draco…I know you’re rich, so you don’t have to keep buying me gifts…” Hermione whispered softly, the guilt in her voice evident.
Draco flinched at the last sentence. Did Hermione just imply that he was buying her presents just to show off his wealth? Hurt and angry, he jumped up, ignoring Hermione’s shocked expression, and made his way to the door.
Hermione thought about what she said, and began crying out, “No! Draco, no, I didn’t mean it like that, I only meant…” But it was too late. Draco had turned and stormed out of the room, leaving Hermione feeling upset, and incredibly stupid. It was Valentines’ day…and she had hurt him, with stupid and idiotic words. The box lay open on her bed, and as Hermione moved to see it, a small card fell out.
She picked it up, and tears slowly trickled down her face. Losing control, Hermione threw the card aside and crawled into bed, sobbing uncontrollably onto her pillow.
I love you, and I will always be there for you, don’t ever forget that. You will be mine as long as I am yours. Happy Valentines’ day
Love, and forever yours…
A/N: Oh no…did I leave you with another cliffy? :O SORRY, I feel so evilly happy >:)
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