Mistaken
Title: Mistaken
Author: Raven
Rating: R
Warnings: Language
Summary: After one night of pure passion, they wake up together. Chapter Four: Draco offered Hermione a way to get Ron's attentions back to Susan - where they belong, but Hermione's unsure of what he wants in return, will she accept what he has to offer in order to make right what became wrong?
Disclaimer: Nope. Still don’t own them. If I did, I really wouldn’t have to worry about paying for college and my books…and Draco would be in my room ^_^
A/N: I just want to thank everyone that’s been keeping up with this. I’m glad you’re enjoying it and I’m having fun writing it. Draco’s always been a favorite character of mine so I’m glad that people still like him. Enjoy and keep reviewing, I love reviews! Lol
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Hermione knew that the body next to hers was the body of Draco Malfoy. It wasn’t hard to remember, especially not after the night the two of them had shared together. A small blush came across her cheeks as she felt Draco’s arm tighten around her. They had fallen asleep after taking one another over the edge, twice that night. Her body shivered just slightly as she licked her lips and pulled the sheet over her body again.
“You date me, up until the wedding of course.”
That’s what Draco had told her. And what was scaring Hermione, was that she was actually considering it. What better way then to get rid of Ron’s feelings of infatuation for her then to show up at something with none other than Draco Malfoy, the one guy that Ron couldn’t stand. It made perfect sense, and not only that but Draco was really good in bed anyway, there was two good reasons to do it.
Then why didn’t she want to do it?
Hermione sighed and closed her eyes and buried her face into the pillow even more, trying to fall back asleep. At least when a person was asleep they didn’t have to deal with what was ahead of them in life. Her eyes closed, she smiled as she felt Draco’s arms around her tighten again, it was almost as if he didn’t want to let her go. With her hair pushed away from her neck, she felt soft lips against her neck.
“Mornin’,” Draco murmured into her ear.
“Hey…” Hermione trailed off as she sighed a moment. “I assume you’ve slept well?” She asked, not turning around as she bit her lower lip, unsure of what to say. Draco raised a brow and shook his head as he removed his arms from around her and sat up.
“What makes you like that Granger?”
“Like what?”
“A prude.” Draco smirked as he looked around the room a moment, rubbing his eyes. “In the middle of the night you’re a hell cat, wanting everything and anything done to that prime body of yours, but the second the sun’s up, you want nothing to do with what you had been begging for.” Hermione sat up, clutching the sheet around her breasts.
“You’re such an asshole.” Draco laughed a bit.
“Yeah, where’ve you been?” He shook his head as he looked over to her, leaning back down onto his elbow he smirked, “Be honest with yourself Granger. The thought of me inside of you makes you hot.” Hermione shielded her eyes away from his, and tried preventing the blush from crossing her cheeks. Draco grinned, “That just inflates my ego yet again.” Getting out of bed, Hermione grabbed his black robe that draped over a chair and wrapped it around her body, tying it.
“And what else could possibly have inflated your ego earlier?” She growled. Draco licked his lips, looking up at her for a moment.
“You mean to tell me you forgot?” Hermione raised a brow and bit the inside of her cheek.
“Obviously I did.” Draco laughed and smirked as he shook his head, sitting up as he let the sheet fall dangerously off his waist.
“You tend to scream, a lot.” Draco grinned, laughing a bit under his breath. Hermione’s cheeks deepened with read and sighed as she shook her head.
“You’re lying.”
“Ha. You think I’m lying, Luv?” Draco stood up, holding the sheet around his waist, noticing Hermione’s reaction he grinned and looked down as he walked up to her and lifted her chin up to meet her eyes. “If I need to, I’ll prove you wrong.” Leaning in, he brushed his lips against her cheek and made his way towards the bathroom.
“Draco…” She murmured.
“Yeah?” He said, turning on the shower. Hermione bit her lower lip and slowly took a few steps towards the shower, only to catch Draco letting the sheet slid down his body and step into the shower.
“Save some room for me…” She grinned and dropped her sheet and walked up towards the shower, tilting her head as she opened the door to the glass shower, only to see Draco’s eyes look her up and down appreciatively. Stepping under the warm spray, she giggled as she moved up against him and brushed her body against his, only to feel the water soak her hair and body and Draco’s arms wrap around her.
Dating Draco till the wedding was going to be simple.
~*~
Stepping into her apartment, Hermione smiled a little as she remembered the reasons that she hadn’t come home. It had been worth it, in more than one case. Opening her curtains, she took a deep breath in and ran her fingers through her hair as she crossed her arms. Draco agreed to meet with her later that day to get things planned out. The wedding was three weeks away and for Hermione, she knew it was going to be one of the better things she’d done.
Pretending to date Draco Malfoy.
Tapping on the window broke Hermione away from her thoughts. Looking towards her balcony she grinned as she saw Esperanza, her owl. Opening the doors to the balcony, she reached out to grab the letter Esperanza held in her beak, giving an affectionate pet she gave Esperanza a treat and took the letter.
Hermione,
I’m not sure what you wanted to tell me when you told me to get out, but I do know that you didn’t really mean it. I’d like to meet you tonight, if you don’t have anything planned. I’ve missed spending time with you, Luv and I’m sure you’d want to know why I chose to marry Susan and I didn’t propose to you.
Just, meet with me. Please.
I’ll be in our usual meeting place.
-Ron
Hermione’s jaw locked and she crumpled the letter into a small ball. Stuffing it in her pocket she clenched her hands together. He was acting as if they were still going to…to…
“I can’t believe he’s actually expecting me to really believe anything he has to say.” Hermione spat, looking towards Esperanza who just looked at her with watchful eyes. “How could he even begin to think that I would…” Hermione sighed, sitting down on her couch. “How could he not?” She asked herself. There was no other reason for him to believe that she wouldn’t give into what he asked of her. She’d done so before. It was easy to think that Hermione was there for Ron’s every demanding moment.
Rubbing her temples, Hermione bit her lower lip and tilted her head as she rubbed the back of her neck. It was just going to take a little bit of time, and lying, in order to get Ron’s mind off of her and on his wedding. As she turned to go back inside, Hermione closed her eyes for a single moment, trying to imagine what it had been like before Ron and her had begun their little affair…
She remembered being held in his arms, her own wrapping around him as she inhaled his cologne scent deeply. A smile crossed her face as she recalled feeling protected and almost loved, even though in the back of her mind she knew that the feelings he had in his heart didn’t apply to her - far from it. But it felt so good for those few moments. Her arms tightened around him.
Hermione stopped. Opening her eyes she realized that she really was holding onto something. Immediately she knew it wasn’t Ron. She knew because the arms that kept their place around her were more muscular than Ron’s was and the chest that she rested her head on was more toned. Taking a deep breath in she immediately knew the scent. Having shared a bed with him only that morning it was hard for her to forget.
“Malfoy.” She said, looking up as she pulled away.
“Granger.” Draco replied, a slow smirk appearing on his face as he pushed her hair behind her ear. “Tell me something, what could you possibly be thinking about in that head of yours that makes you hug someone that just walked into your home?” Hermione blinked, as she looked at him, unsure of what to say, or even do seeing as how one arm was still tightly wrapped around her waist. “You should really get that front door checked by the way.”
“What are you doing here?” Hermione asked, pulling away from him as she moved and closed the balcony door, leaving Esperanza to her treat and house that was outside. Draco watched her as she walked into the kitchen and pulled out a bottle of water from the refrigerator.
“I thought I was supposed to come by in order to figure things out for your little problem.” Hermione raised a brow as she took a drink.
“Little problem? Ron is not a problem.” Draco smirked as he looked towards her, sliding his hands into his pockets.
“So he’s little then? Maybe that explains it.” He chuckled as Hermione glared towards him, “Look Granger, it’s because of me that you even have a plan that would even allow you to remain friends with the Weasel, so I would suggest that you don’t ruin it.”
“You think that you’re my only way out? I could just as easily ask Harry for help.” She spat.
“Because that’ll really work when Potter’s plannin on marrying the Weasel girl.” Draco retorted as he made himself comfortable on Hermione’s couch. He leaned back, one leg draping off the edge. “Look, it’s simple. We just act like we can’t get enough of one another in public and fight a couple times, it works out to your advantage.”
Hermione turned away from him, biting her lip, a habit that she found herself becoming addicted to since she first woke up in Draco’s bed that morning.
“You never told me what I had to do to repay you.” Hermione murmured.
“What?” Draco lifted his head. Hitting her hand on the counter, Hermione set her jaw so she didn’t smile, or frown as she turned back to Draco.
“You never told me what you wanted as a repayment.” Draco slowly smirked as he sat up and before Hermione really could understand what was going on, he had her pinned against the counter, his lips just an inch away from hers.
“You’re supposed to be smart Granger. You’re telling me that you can’t figure it out?” He whispered as he pressed their bodies together. Hermione swallowed the knot that began to form in her throat. Shaking her head she looked up at him.
“No. You don’t mean…” Draco raised a brow.
“Granger. Be smart.” He let his fingers wander as Hermione felt her pulse quicken just as his fingertips caressed the inside of her palm. “You satisfy me, for the moment anyway. And if I’m going to risk my reputation by pretending to date a mudblo-”
“Don’t call me that.” Hermione cut in.
“Don’t call you what? Granger?” Hermione pushed Draco away from her as she moved up and stared up at him.
“You dare to call me a mudblood again and I’m going to make you wish that you had been taken to Azkaban Malfoy.” Draco grinned a bit, but hid it as she looked his way. “Fine. I satisfy you, and to be quite honest, you’re idea will probably be the only thing that works.
“Of course it will.” Hermione rolled her eyes as she sighed.
“Not because you thought of it you idiot. Because Ron can’t stand anything that you’ve done or even touched, and if he thinks that for one second you’ve had your hands on me…” She trailed off, Draco laughed a bit.
“Which I have,” He took ahold of an orange she had and began tossing it back and forth. “And I’m hoping you’re not going to want to spread that around everywhere. It’s bad enough that it’s true, I’d hate to see what everyone else thought when they think it’s fake.”
“That’s not the point Malfoy.” She sighed and crossed her arms as she began to pace back and forth. Draco watched her with his eyes, not moving his head as he continued to toss the orange back and forth. “Could you please stop doing that?”
“Doing what?” Draco said, catching the orange with one hand. He followed her gaze to his hand and let his hands drop. “Oh come on!” He exclaimed, “It’s bad enough that I have to pretend to date you, I don’t need to be bored all the time.” Hermione shook her head as she continued her pacing.
“It’s just going to take a bit of concentration on our parts.” She said, turning towards him. “Alright. Fine. We’ll pretend to be seeing one another and in return, I’ll…make love with you.” She whispered. Draco’s brow furrowed as he looked at her.
“Make love? What kind of bullshit is that Granger? It’s going to be sex, that’s it. Till I’m sick of you that is.” Hermione felt something tug at her heart but merely pushed it away.
“That’s another thing you’re going to have to stop.”
“What?”
“Calling me Granger. My name’s Hermione, you need to call me by it.” Draco’s hand tightened up a bit as he looked to her in disbelief.
“You can’t be bloody serious.”
“Look, you’re the one that came up with the plan. I’m just giving the last minute details for this to even work.” Hermione met his gaze, lifting her gaze as if to challenge him, “If you don’t think you can do it then there’s not point in even trying.” Draco slowly licked his lips, smacking them a bit.
“Fine. I’ll call you Hermione, but that means you call me Draco.” He pushed himself away from the counter, meeting her in the middle of the kitchen, stopping her pacing that she had started up again. Hermione felt her knees almost go weak as he stared down at her, lust and control stared back at her.
“Fine.”
“Excellent.” Draco started, “So when do we have to present this little facade to Weasel and his little bonnie lass?” He smirked as tossed the orange up in the air, catching it he began to repeat it.
“Tonight.” She said, just above a whisper.
The orange crashed onto the floor.
“Tonight?” Hermione nodded as she pulled the letter from her pocket, handing it to him. Draco looked at it, slowly began uncrumpling it as his eyes ran over it. He scoffed as he crumpled the letter back off, “Weasel’s got balls, I’ll admit to that much. Good thing he doesn’t know how to use them. Tell you what. Meet me in two hours outside of your apartment, and wear something that you normally wouldn’t.” He walked over towards her door, grabbing his jacket as he did. Hermione moistened her lips.
“What am I supposed to wear that I normally wouldn’t.” Draco looked at her, his face showing nothing.
“Tell me again how it is you got the highest marks in our class Granger?” He sighed, “Wear something slutty or trashy, but not to the point where you’d be picked up on the street like one of those…those…” He stopped, trying to think of the word.
“Hookers.” She supplied for him. Draco snapped his fingers, as if he’d thought of the word.
“Yeah, that’s it.”
“I don’t have anything like that Draco.” Draco slowly grinned as he slowly slid the jacket on.
“Look in your drawers, I’m sure you’ll remember a little outfit you took from my house that first night. Wear that. I’ll see you in a couple hours, be outside. I don’t like waiting.” Hermione remembered the outfit. It was hard to forget it. But it wasn’t that that had her pulse racing.
It was the fact that Draco knew she had kept it.
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Side Note: I'm going out of town on Friday so an update will be coming but it might take me longer than it normally does, unless I get a huge inspiration to add, but I just wanted to let everyone know. Thanks!
Author: Raven
Rating: R
Warnings: Language
Summary: After one night of pure passion, they wake up together. Chapter Four: Draco offered Hermione a way to get Ron's attentions back to Susan - where they belong, but Hermione's unsure of what he wants in return, will she accept what he has to offer in order to make right what became wrong?
Disclaimer: Nope. Still don’t own them. If I did, I really wouldn’t have to worry about paying for college and my books…and Draco would be in my room ^_^
A/N: I just want to thank everyone that’s been keeping up with this. I’m glad you’re enjoying it and I’m having fun writing it. Draco’s always been a favorite character of mine so I’m glad that people still like him. Enjoy and keep reviewing, I love reviews! Lol
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Hermione knew that the body next to hers was the body of Draco Malfoy. It wasn’t hard to remember, especially not after the night the two of them had shared together. A small blush came across her cheeks as she felt Draco’s arm tighten around her. They had fallen asleep after taking one another over the edge, twice that night. Her body shivered just slightly as she licked her lips and pulled the sheet over her body again.
“You date me, up until the wedding of course.”
That’s what Draco had told her. And what was scaring Hermione, was that she was actually considering it. What better way then to get rid of Ron’s feelings of infatuation for her then to show up at something with none other than Draco Malfoy, the one guy that Ron couldn’t stand. It made perfect sense, and not only that but Draco was really good in bed anyway, there was two good reasons to do it.
Then why didn’t she want to do it?
Hermione sighed and closed her eyes and buried her face into the pillow even more, trying to fall back asleep. At least when a person was asleep they didn’t have to deal with what was ahead of them in life. Her eyes closed, she smiled as she felt Draco’s arms around her tighten again, it was almost as if he didn’t want to let her go. With her hair pushed away from her neck, she felt soft lips against her neck.
“Mornin’,” Draco murmured into her ear.
“Hey…” Hermione trailed off as she sighed a moment. “I assume you’ve slept well?” She asked, not turning around as she bit her lower lip, unsure of what to say. Draco raised a brow and shook his head as he removed his arms from around her and sat up.
“What makes you like that Granger?”
“Like what?”
“A prude.” Draco smirked as he looked around the room a moment, rubbing his eyes. “In the middle of the night you’re a hell cat, wanting everything and anything done to that prime body of yours, but the second the sun’s up, you want nothing to do with what you had been begging for.” Hermione sat up, clutching the sheet around her breasts.
“You’re such an asshole.” Draco laughed a bit.
“Yeah, where’ve you been?” He shook his head as he looked over to her, leaning back down onto his elbow he smirked, “Be honest with yourself Granger. The thought of me inside of you makes you hot.” Hermione shielded her eyes away from his, and tried preventing the blush from crossing her cheeks. Draco grinned, “That just inflates my ego yet again.” Getting out of bed, Hermione grabbed his black robe that draped over a chair and wrapped it around her body, tying it.
“And what else could possibly have inflated your ego earlier?” She growled. Draco licked his lips, looking up at her for a moment.
“You mean to tell me you forgot?” Hermione raised a brow and bit the inside of her cheek.
“Obviously I did.” Draco laughed and smirked as he shook his head, sitting up as he let the sheet fall dangerously off his waist.
“You tend to scream, a lot.” Draco grinned, laughing a bit under his breath. Hermione’s cheeks deepened with read and sighed as she shook her head.
“You’re lying.”
“Ha. You think I’m lying, Luv?” Draco stood up, holding the sheet around his waist, noticing Hermione’s reaction he grinned and looked down as he walked up to her and lifted her chin up to meet her eyes. “If I need to, I’ll prove you wrong.” Leaning in, he brushed his lips against her cheek and made his way towards the bathroom.
“Draco…” She murmured.
“Yeah?” He said, turning on the shower. Hermione bit her lower lip and slowly took a few steps towards the shower, only to catch Draco letting the sheet slid down his body and step into the shower.
“Save some room for me…” She grinned and dropped her sheet and walked up towards the shower, tilting her head as she opened the door to the glass shower, only to see Draco’s eyes look her up and down appreciatively. Stepping under the warm spray, she giggled as she moved up against him and brushed her body against his, only to feel the water soak her hair and body and Draco’s arms wrap around her.
Dating Draco till the wedding was going to be simple.
~*~
Stepping into her apartment, Hermione smiled a little as she remembered the reasons that she hadn’t come home. It had been worth it, in more than one case. Opening her curtains, she took a deep breath in and ran her fingers through her hair as she crossed her arms. Draco agreed to meet with her later that day to get things planned out. The wedding was three weeks away and for Hermione, she knew it was going to be one of the better things she’d done.
Pretending to date Draco Malfoy.
Tapping on the window broke Hermione away from her thoughts. Looking towards her balcony she grinned as she saw Esperanza, her owl. Opening the doors to the balcony, she reached out to grab the letter Esperanza held in her beak, giving an affectionate pet she gave Esperanza a treat and took the letter.
Hermione,
I’m not sure what you wanted to tell me when you told me to get out, but I do know that you didn’t really mean it. I’d like to meet you tonight, if you don’t have anything planned. I’ve missed spending time with you, Luv and I’m sure you’d want to know why I chose to marry Susan and I didn’t propose to you.
Just, meet with me. Please.
I’ll be in our usual meeting place.
-Ron
Hermione’s jaw locked and she crumpled the letter into a small ball. Stuffing it in her pocket she clenched her hands together. He was acting as if they were still going to…to…
“I can’t believe he’s actually expecting me to really believe anything he has to say.” Hermione spat, looking towards Esperanza who just looked at her with watchful eyes. “How could he even begin to think that I would…” Hermione sighed, sitting down on her couch. “How could he not?” She asked herself. There was no other reason for him to believe that she wouldn’t give into what he asked of her. She’d done so before. It was easy to think that Hermione was there for Ron’s every demanding moment.
Rubbing her temples, Hermione bit her lower lip and tilted her head as she rubbed the back of her neck. It was just going to take a little bit of time, and lying, in order to get Ron’s mind off of her and on his wedding. As she turned to go back inside, Hermione closed her eyes for a single moment, trying to imagine what it had been like before Ron and her had begun their little affair…
She remembered being held in his arms, her own wrapping around him as she inhaled his cologne scent deeply. A smile crossed her face as she recalled feeling protected and almost loved, even though in the back of her mind she knew that the feelings he had in his heart didn’t apply to her - far from it. But it felt so good for those few moments. Her arms tightened around him.
Hermione stopped. Opening her eyes she realized that she really was holding onto something. Immediately she knew it wasn’t Ron. She knew because the arms that kept their place around her were more muscular than Ron’s was and the chest that she rested her head on was more toned. Taking a deep breath in she immediately knew the scent. Having shared a bed with him only that morning it was hard for her to forget.
“Malfoy.” She said, looking up as she pulled away.
“Granger.” Draco replied, a slow smirk appearing on his face as he pushed her hair behind her ear. “Tell me something, what could you possibly be thinking about in that head of yours that makes you hug someone that just walked into your home?” Hermione blinked, as she looked at him, unsure of what to say, or even do seeing as how one arm was still tightly wrapped around her waist. “You should really get that front door checked by the way.”
“What are you doing here?” Hermione asked, pulling away from him as she moved and closed the balcony door, leaving Esperanza to her treat and house that was outside. Draco watched her as she walked into the kitchen and pulled out a bottle of water from the refrigerator.
“I thought I was supposed to come by in order to figure things out for your little problem.” Hermione raised a brow as she took a drink.
“Little problem? Ron is not a problem.” Draco smirked as he looked towards her, sliding his hands into his pockets.
“So he’s little then? Maybe that explains it.” He chuckled as Hermione glared towards him, “Look Granger, it’s because of me that you even have a plan that would even allow you to remain friends with the Weasel, so I would suggest that you don’t ruin it.”
“You think that you’re my only way out? I could just as easily ask Harry for help.” She spat.
“Because that’ll really work when Potter’s plannin on marrying the Weasel girl.” Draco retorted as he made himself comfortable on Hermione’s couch. He leaned back, one leg draping off the edge. “Look, it’s simple. We just act like we can’t get enough of one another in public and fight a couple times, it works out to your advantage.”
Hermione turned away from him, biting her lip, a habit that she found herself becoming addicted to since she first woke up in Draco’s bed that morning.
“You never told me what I had to do to repay you.” Hermione murmured.
“What?” Draco lifted his head. Hitting her hand on the counter, Hermione set her jaw so she didn’t smile, or frown as she turned back to Draco.
“You never told me what you wanted as a repayment.” Draco slowly smirked as he sat up and before Hermione really could understand what was going on, he had her pinned against the counter, his lips just an inch away from hers.
“You’re supposed to be smart Granger. You’re telling me that you can’t figure it out?” He whispered as he pressed their bodies together. Hermione swallowed the knot that began to form in her throat. Shaking her head she looked up at him.
“No. You don’t mean…” Draco raised a brow.
“Granger. Be smart.” He let his fingers wander as Hermione felt her pulse quicken just as his fingertips caressed the inside of her palm. “You satisfy me, for the moment anyway. And if I’m going to risk my reputation by pretending to date a mudblo-”
“Don’t call me that.” Hermione cut in.
“Don’t call you what? Granger?” Hermione pushed Draco away from her as she moved up and stared up at him.
“You dare to call me a mudblood again and I’m going to make you wish that you had been taken to Azkaban Malfoy.” Draco grinned a bit, but hid it as she looked his way. “Fine. I satisfy you, and to be quite honest, you’re idea will probably be the only thing that works.
“Of course it will.” Hermione rolled her eyes as she sighed.
“Not because you thought of it you idiot. Because Ron can’t stand anything that you’ve done or even touched, and if he thinks that for one second you’ve had your hands on me…” She trailed off, Draco laughed a bit.
“Which I have,” He took ahold of an orange she had and began tossing it back and forth. “And I’m hoping you’re not going to want to spread that around everywhere. It’s bad enough that it’s true, I’d hate to see what everyone else thought when they think it’s fake.”
“That’s not the point Malfoy.” She sighed and crossed her arms as she began to pace back and forth. Draco watched her with his eyes, not moving his head as he continued to toss the orange back and forth. “Could you please stop doing that?”
“Doing what?” Draco said, catching the orange with one hand. He followed her gaze to his hand and let his hands drop. “Oh come on!” He exclaimed, “It’s bad enough that I have to pretend to date you, I don’t need to be bored all the time.” Hermione shook her head as she continued her pacing.
“It’s just going to take a bit of concentration on our parts.” She said, turning towards him. “Alright. Fine. We’ll pretend to be seeing one another and in return, I’ll…make love with you.” She whispered. Draco’s brow furrowed as he looked at her.
“Make love? What kind of bullshit is that Granger? It’s going to be sex, that’s it. Till I’m sick of you that is.” Hermione felt something tug at her heart but merely pushed it away.
“That’s another thing you’re going to have to stop.”
“What?”
“Calling me Granger. My name’s Hermione, you need to call me by it.” Draco’s hand tightened up a bit as he looked to her in disbelief.
“You can’t be bloody serious.”
“Look, you’re the one that came up with the plan. I’m just giving the last minute details for this to even work.” Hermione met his gaze, lifting her gaze as if to challenge him, “If you don’t think you can do it then there’s not point in even trying.” Draco slowly licked his lips, smacking them a bit.
“Fine. I’ll call you Hermione, but that means you call me Draco.” He pushed himself away from the counter, meeting her in the middle of the kitchen, stopping her pacing that she had started up again. Hermione felt her knees almost go weak as he stared down at her, lust and control stared back at her.
“Fine.”
“Excellent.” Draco started, “So when do we have to present this little facade to Weasel and his little bonnie lass?” He smirked as tossed the orange up in the air, catching it he began to repeat it.
“Tonight.” She said, just above a whisper.
The orange crashed onto the floor.
“Tonight?” Hermione nodded as she pulled the letter from her pocket, handing it to him. Draco looked at it, slowly began uncrumpling it as his eyes ran over it. He scoffed as he crumpled the letter back off, “Weasel’s got balls, I’ll admit to that much. Good thing he doesn’t know how to use them. Tell you what. Meet me in two hours outside of your apartment, and wear something that you normally wouldn’t.” He walked over towards her door, grabbing his jacket as he did. Hermione moistened her lips.
“What am I supposed to wear that I normally wouldn’t.” Draco looked at her, his face showing nothing.
“Tell me again how it is you got the highest marks in our class Granger?” He sighed, “Wear something slutty or trashy, but not to the point where you’d be picked up on the street like one of those…those…” He stopped, trying to think of the word.
“Hookers.” She supplied for him. Draco snapped his fingers, as if he’d thought of the word.
“Yeah, that’s it.”
“I don’t have anything like that Draco.” Draco slowly grinned as he slowly slid the jacket on.
“Look in your drawers, I’m sure you’ll remember a little outfit you took from my house that first night. Wear that. I’ll see you in a couple hours, be outside. I don’t like waiting.” Hermione remembered the outfit. It was hard to forget it. But it wasn’t that that had her pulse racing.
It was the fact that Draco knew she had kept it.
~*~
Side Note: I'm going out of town on Friday so an update will be coming but it might take me longer than it normally does, unless I get a huge inspiration to add, but I just wanted to let everyone know. Thanks!