Chapter 4 : Party Plans.
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Okay maybe I was exaggerating a bit...but not by much.
"You're so annoying!" Hermione whined at me. I guess it was true I was being pretty annoying today.
"It's your fault, I didn't even want to help you do this!" I laughed at her.
"you wouldn't be bad if you just agreed with me once, over anything! But no, you have to be super opinionated." She was throwing around papers. She really had some good plans all drawn out.
"Okay,okay. You can put the food tables on the other wall. " I sighed.
"Thank you! Now was that so hard? " She smiled at me.
I faked being increibly hurt, clutching my chest where my heart is." I think....I think I may be dying!" I gasped out.
She watched me and started laughing pushing me out of my chair.
" I see...the light...it's so pretty." I allowed myself to fall to ground and just flopped there.
"Oh get up! You're fine!" She laughed, gently kicking my "lifeless" form on the ground. I grabbed her foot and pulled her down to the ground. "Draco! Stop! Ahh!" She screamed at me as I fell.
She rolled on the ground next to me and we just laid there laughing at each other.
We heard someone clear their throat and we both looked towards the door.
"Am I interupting something?" Our boss called from the doorway.
" oh hello, no of course not!" She quickly got up, blushing slightly.
I didn't get up, just looked at him from the ground. "We have been argueing all morning about the cieling decorations. So we layed down to get a better view. Hermione says to leave it bare but I say we should have silver streamers or tinsel and floating candles. "
He looked surprised. "Oh, that's actually a really good idea. Good job Mr. Malfoy."
I smiled as I caught the look on Hermione's face. She hated me so much right now. It was pretty funny.
"Well I just came to check out the progress being made towards the best party of all time! " He really wanted to show all those people who laughed at him that the Ministry could have good parties. So many people thought that we were all uptight and snobby here. Not true in the slightest.
"I think we have it covered." I smiled again.
"Alright, I'm trusting you two!" He called before leaving.
Hermione turned on me. " We haven't even talked about the cielings yet! You liar!"
I just laughed. "What would you have rather of had your boss think your just laying around?"
"You could of had me at least not look like the stupid one! Of course I want decorations there." She whined. She really hated looking stupid. It didn't happen often, but when it did no one let it go.
"What no 'thank you Draco'? " I smirked at her.
"You're a pain." she rolled her eyes at me before walking back to her papers laying on the table.
I laughed as I followed her over. "You practically begged me to help you, and here I am, helping you all you do is complain."
"Just make yourself useful and go to my office and grab the papers in the top right drawer. Okay?" She was shuffling through the immense amount of papers she already had. When Hermione planned something she went big,
"I dunno 'Mione, seems like an awfully difficult task. Are you sure I can handle it." I smirked at her. She had been treating me like I wasn't capable of doing basic things. It didn't bother me though, this was just Hermione.
"You know Draco, contrary to popular belief that smirk is not a good look for you." She shot me a look. Just one of HER looks.
"Oh you know you think it's cute, don't deny." I chuckled.
"Cute isn't the adjective I would have used but sure." She shook her head.
"Sure it isn't." I shot her one last smirk before heading out the door and to her office.
"Ron. Ron.....RON! LISTEN TO ME." I had been trying to get his attention for 10 minutes.
"What do you want?" I saw Ron roll his eyes at me.
"You need to dress nice for this. Okay? " I told him for the third time. He was zoned out watching old Quidditch matches of the Gryfindor vs Slytherin from back when he was a keeper when we went to Hogwarts. He watched them constantly, saying how he would have been the best there ever was if he had stayed in Hogwarts for our 7th year. We had a few arguments over this. He said once that he wished he had stayed because he was sure he would have been able to go on and make it on a real team. I told him he was ridiculous. We were a little busy saving all man kind from the wrath of Voldemort.
He didn't respond. He was too busy jumping for joy as he watched younger him make a save. I just stared at him until he finally looked up at me. "Wait....for what?"
"Are. You. Kidding. Me. " He could not be serious. We had been talking about this for almost an hour. Well I had been talking, he was mostly ignoring me and watching Quidditch. The usual. I stormed over to the couch he was sprawled upon and snatched the remote from him and turned the TV off.
"Hey! I was watching that!" He yelled at me. The worst feeling always crept over me when he actually yelled at me. Being angry and fighting with me was one thing, but yelling at me was another thing.
"Hey! I was talking to you." I mocked him.
If looks could kill I would be dead from the way he was looking at me. He groaned before talking. "You said I had to dress nice, but for what?" He shrugged.
I sighed. What was the point of even fighting with him. Even when I won the argument I didn't really win. All I had was a pissed off boyfriend- errr...fiancé. And Ron was terrible to be around when he was pissed off. "Ron please just listen..." I said in a quiet voice. " The ministry is having their annual New Years Eve party. And you have to dress nice for it, it's pretty formal. "
He cocked his eyebrow at me. "Why do I need to go?"
I sighed once again and sat down on the couch, having to push his feet off the end. I rubbed my temples, already feeling the migraine that was coming on. "Because you're my f-fiancé and you have to go if I go. And I'm going." I still choked on the word fiancé, I really needed to fix that if I was going to introduce him at this party. He knew most of them already but there were always some new people at these parties.
"Okay fine, why do WE have to go." He put his feet back to where they were but this time on my lap. I pushed them off quickly. I hated feet. I didn't even like when people touched my own feet so I hated when someone's feet touched me.
"Because I planned this one! I worked hard on it. I can't just not go. Merlin Ron, I've already told you this a million times. Do you ever listen?" I was getting sick of this.
"You fucking expect too much. I can't remember every little thing about you. Your stories are boring as hell. Why would I care about anything that goes on at the Ministry?" He was yelling again.
" You remember every little thing about the stupid stuff you like. You could tell me who won a Quidditch game 50 years ago!" I was yelling back. I was sick of this, sick, sick, sick!
"Quidditch is interesting!" He continued on yelling. "I actually like Quidditch!"
I got up and threw the remote at him. "Whatever!" I stormed into the bedroom. He was so damn annoying!
About a half an hour later he came into the bedroom and plopped down beside me. " I don't get why you're so pissed off."
"There are so many reasons Ron. So many." I rolled over on to my side.
"Like what?" He whispered getting closer to me.
"Like the fact that you said I wasn't I interesting....that really hurt you know. Are you really not interested in me?" Not going to cry, not going to cry, not going to cry.
"Oh Hermione" I heard him laugh. I rolled over to face him and that's when I realized that he was incredibly drunk. Awesome. " 'mione, you know I'm very interested in you....parts of you anyway. " How had I not noticed how bad he was slurring.
"Ew. Ron go away. You're plastered." I tried pushing him away but it just led to him groping me.
"Shhh" he whispered against my neck.
"Stop! I'm so NOT in the mood." I was still trying to push him away, quite unsuccessfully. Ron was a pretty big guy, not big as in muscle like Harry or Draco, but big as in fat. He really had let himself go. Yet he still complained about how I looked in the morning.
"You will be." He winked at me. This was nauseating.
He kept this up and it seemed to just get worse and worse the more I resisted him. Finally I just gave up and gave in. It wouldn't last long anyway.
Halfway through he looked down at me, the first time he really looked at me this entire time. "You could at least try to look like you're enjoying this." He said, bitterness drenching his voice.
I refused to look him in the eye and decided the ceiling was a much nicer place to look. " I'm not. "
"Whatever, that's fine by me." He said in the same bitter tone.
I went to sleep that night feeling more used than I had in a long time.
Hey lovelies! My laptop is currently not working, I have no idea when it will be fixed. But for now I am writing these chapters on my Droid 3, which isn't very fun. It has resulted in many hand/finger cramps. So that's why this chapter is so short. And if there is anything wrong word or spelling wise, I'm sorry my phone has a mind of it's own and I'll fix it as soon as I can. Thanks for reading and reviewing! Reviews are what keep me going!
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