Sunday, January 17, 2010

Vodka in the Library - Chapter Three

s the day ticked by, the meetings between Draco and Hermione increased. Something that started out happening at random, incalculable intervals, was beginning to become a regular occurrence.

At some point, they actually stopped having sex at every possible moment and began having legitimate conversations.

The entire school was abuzz with rumors. Was one of them bewitching the other? Was there an exchange of money involved? Was Hermione knocked up from the broom closet encounter? The questions were endless. No one had an answer. It was doubtful that even Draco or Hermione had any answers.

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The school was a buzz for their final Hogsmeade trip for the semester. Christmas was just around the corner and everyone had to prepare for their trips home, and present shopping.

Ron, Harry and Ginny were getting ready early in the morning to make the trip. They were all masters of avoiding studying, so trying to spend as much of the day in Hogsmeade was their ultimate goal.

The trio was just about to make their way out of the common room of the Gryffindor tower when Hermione came jogging down the Head Girl flight of stairs. She was dressed in a pair of muggle jeans with a black tank top. A pink hooded sweater was partially zipped over it.

Ron jumped on the opportunity to try and talk to her. He wouldn’t give up trying to make her see things his way, “Hermione, wait! Can we talk?”

She stopped on the last stair and stared at him, “No, not really. Kindly move out of my way.”

He stood fast. He was tired of her ditching him for Malfoy. They were the two in love. “No. I want to talk!”

Hermione sighed. She was scheduled to meet Draco at the front of the castle. They were going to jog together and talk about a homework assignment Snape had given them. “Can you make it quick? I’m running behind for a meeting.”

Ron scoffed, “With whom, Malfoy?”

“Yes, Ronald, with Draco. Is that all?”

“No. Why aren’t you talking to me?” He asked sadly.

She balked at him, “Are you seriously asking me that question? You know very well why I’m not talking to you! Did you just expect me to forgive you for fucking Lavender like a dog?”

Ginny and Harry stared. They loved their friends, but throughout this entire ordeal they were the most silent they’d ever been. Snape would have been proud.

“I only did that once! Why can’t you forgive me? We weren’t even at it that long before you caught us!” Ron said exasperated. Sure it wasn’t the most romantic rebuttal, but what else was he supposed to say?

“Ha! I stood there for near five minutes before you had the fucking common sense to turn your head!” She shoved passed him in an attempt to make a quick escape. Ron caught her wrist.

“Well, you’ve fucked Malfoy dozens of times. Why can’t that just make us even?”

There was a shimmer of hope in his eyes. She squashed it with another rude laugh.

“And every time we fucked, I never thought of you. Even the dumbest creature could tell we were over the moment you let Lavender play with your dick. Hell, the moment you even walked into that empty classroom with her! Now let –”

Hermione stopped mid demand as her head snapped to the side. Ron had slapped her. They both heard Harry and Ginny gasp and scream his name.

They were both far too absorbed in the situation to care what Harry and Ginny were screaming. Ron spoke first.

“These slutty indiscretions have to stop, Hermione! We can’t go back to the way we were if you don’t quit being such a whore!”

Normally, her wand would have been out and down his throat. She didn’t even manage to think beyond her muggle heritage before she reared back her fist and hit him across the jaw.

He stumbled back and landed on a chess table. It toppled over along with him and sent chess pieces screaming into the air.

Harry rushed to his side, even knowing he was at fault. Guys had to stick together, he figured. He could hear Hermione curse as she shook her hand out.

Ginny and Hermione shared a look. Ginny felt bad for Hermione but at the same time angry she had hit her brother. Hermione only felt a small pang of guilt, but it was quickly drowned out by the pain in her hand. She turned and left.

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Draco sat at the castle entrance, glancing at his watch every five minutes. The woman was almost fifteen minutes late. Normally, anyone falling behind wouldn’t bother him but her? She had to have been robotically programmed to be on time.

“Draco!”

He stood up from the top step and saw Hermione jogging to him quickly. He smiled at her; something he didn’t do often.

When she’d reached him, however, the smile suddenly dropped from his face. “Why do I see a handprint across your face?”

Whoops.

“You must be seeing things, Draco. Are you ready to go on our jog to Hogsmeade?” She asked, skirting around the subject.

He frowned. She didn’t like it when he frowned. “So if I touch it, it won’t hurt?”

Hermione saw his hand rise up and she caught his wrist. “If I tell you, can we leave and not worry about it? I dealt with it already.”

“Did weasel slap you?”

Fuck.

She shrugged, “Yes, but I also knocked out a couple of teeth when I punched him the face, I’m sure. Can we go now?”

The frown deepened, “Why would he hit you?”

Hermione huffed at him and began walking toward their original destination. He followed her without any hesitation. “Because he called me a whore for sleeping with you and then I verbally attacked him about Lavender.”

“What’s stopping me from turning around and ending him right now?” He asked with a grunt.

She looked at him with questioning in her eyes, “Why would you? I dealt with it and there’s no need for any other involvement on your part.”

Draco went silent and they finished their trek to hogsmeade. They reached the small town with a mass of other students at noon.

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Hogsmeade was bustling with students, each with their own purpose. Some students were trying to sneak into the Hogs Head, others early Christmas shopping.

Hermione and Draco walked around Main Street in a disgruntled silence. They kept bumping into each other on accidental occasion, due to dips in the road or students shooting across their path.

The third time Draco bumped Hermione with her arm she swung around and pushed him into a first year.

The poor little boy squealed and scrambled away before Draco could give him the Malfoy glare. Without anyone to unleash his rage on, he turned on the one who shoved him, “What is your problem?!”

“Stop bumping me!”

“It’s not like I’m doing it on purpose!”

She laughed at him, “I’m not stupid! I know you did!”

Students were staring. Neither Draco nor Hermione were paying any attention, they were just yelling at each other.

“Why would I intentionally bump into you then lie about it? You know damn well I would have told you I did then do it again!”

“You’re doing it just to piss me off!”

She shoved him backwards again and ran into a mass of staring students. Once she did, the onlookers began walking and talking, no longer affected by the argument.

Draco stared at her fleeting form until he lost her among the throng of people. He was thoroughly confused and angrier then he should have been.

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Hermione didn’t know why she’d started the fight. Lately she’d been confused about things. Ron and Draco mostly. Wasn’t like she was having a hard time in classes or anything. That’d be downright nonsense.

She stopped running and caught her breath behind Honeydukes candy shop. She never realized how secluded it was behind this particular building.

She sighed. Why was she being so emotional? Maybe Ron had truly gotten to her. She did love him. Well, loved. Before his little escapades with the Gryffindor Whore.

Hermione sighed again and sat on a lone box behind the building. She stared out to the small houses that dotted the horizon. Older citizens and store owners generally lived near Hogsmeade. She would love to own her own little cottage near here some day.

“Why are you sitting back here?”

She jumped and spun around with a curse on her tongue. It was Draco. Standing as regally as one could at the end of an ally way.

“Why not?”

“If you think sitting on a box in the alley all day is fun, then I can by all means leave you alone.”

Draco wasn’t one to cater to women. If they wanted to act like bitches, he’d just leave them be. Even though he claimed to leave her there he found himself just standing there, staring at her.

After what seemed like an hour, she spoke. “Sorry I snapped. I’ve been having some confusing thoughts lately.”

He stepped further into the alley and stopped by her. “What kind of thoughts?”

Hermione sighed again and swiveled on the box to face him. She set her hand on his thigh. “About Ronald and you. Mostly you. But it’s not anything I want to talk about.”

He kneeled down and stared her in the eyes. It wasn’t really anything he wanted to talk about either. He wasn’t sure where their dysfunctional relationship was headed, but he certainly didn’t want to voice his thoughts about it.

Draco softly kissed her on the lips and he glorified in the fact that she sighed contently and kissed him back.

Hermione pulled back with a grunt and demanded he stand up. She slipped off the box onto her knees and unbuckled the belt to his pants and pulled out his little friend.

He laughed as she started licking at him, “You’re never satisfied are you?”

She pulled back from him with a gulp of air, “Would you prefer me to stop?”

He grunted is disproval and she laughed at him, “That’s what I thought. Now shut up.”

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The minutes flew by as Hermione busied herself with Draco’s throbbing cock. She changed her pace to every grunt or moan she heard.

Soon, Draco exploded into Hermione’s mouth with a grunt. She cleaned him up happily and stood up from the box.

“Fix yourself up!” She yelled at him with a laugh.

“You’re the one that molested me in the ally-way. Maybe you should put it back where you found it!” Draco said with his own laugh.

“You prove a valid point, Mr. Malfoy.” She obliged his demand. Looking down, she grabbed his manly bits and pushed them back into his pants. She zipped up his pants and re-buckled his belt.

“How is that?” She asked

“Nicely done! Now…Let’s go spend some time among other citizens. Avoiding being caught and all that.”

They turned but stopped when they saw someone at the end of the way. It was Ron. “Way too late for that.”

Both Hermione and Draco groaned. She was sick of running into him at the worst moments possible.

They turned to go the other direction when Ron spoke up, low and hard. “No. You both stay right there. We’re going to settle this once and for all!”

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