A MATE FOR LIFE
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
25
Views:
42,697
Reviews:
36
Recommended:
2
Currently Reading:
3
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Chapter Eight
Chapter Eight
Early the next day Hermione woke up with a slight headache, so she groggily made her way to the bathroom to take some aspirin, where she then lay face down on the couch in the common room.
That is where Draco found her wearing pajama bottoms and a large oversized shirt. He knelt down and blew softly in her ear, where she went to push him away. “Go. Away.”
“Are you going to sleep the whole day away Granger?”
She looked over at him as he was still kneeling beside her. “What time is it?”
“It’s almost noon, you pretty well slept the morning away.” He said smirking at her crankiness.
“Did you say noon?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh, my god. I’m going to be late for my first quiddich practice. Harry will kill me.” She shrieked as she stumbled into the bathroom to splash some water over her face.
Draco followed her into the bathroom, enjoying the glimpse of a frazzled Granger. “Did you say practice. Does this mean you made the team?”
Hermione ducked her whole head in a sink of cold water to revive herself. He handed her a towel where she scrubbed at her hair and face. “Yes, I made the chaser position. I’ll have to use one of the school brooms for now until I can get a broom myself. I used Harry’s ‘firebolt’ at the tryouts, it rode like a dream.”
Draco looked at the earnest face of Hermione. “You can use my Nimbus 2001 if you want today.” ‘Now where the hell did that come from!’ he thought to himself.
Hermione looked at him. “Really?” At his nod she wrapped her arms around his neck. “Thanks.” She gave him a quick kiss on the lips then hurried off the change.
Draco rubbed his lips where the feel of hers still lingered. ‘I’m losing it.’ He thought as he went to get his broom for her. He decided he would check out their practice. Wouldn’t hurt to check out the competition, or to watch Hermione he added to himself.
Hermione walked up to the pitch, her headache now a memory. She was relieved to see that they hadn’t started yet. “Sorry I’m late, couldn’t seem to get myself going this morning.”
Ron smirked. “I wonder why ‘Mione.” He then noticed what she was carrying and nudged Harry, “Where did you get that broom?” He enquired.
“Oh this, Malfoy loaned it to me for today. I plan on buying one in a couple of weeks.” Hermione replied.
“Did you say Malfoy?” Harry asked.
“Yes, Malfoy. It kind of surprised to me too.”
“Well, why don’t you take a few rounds around the pitch and get used to the feel of it. We’re going to practice passing the quaffle around first, then we’ll try a few different manoeuvres.” Harry instructed.
Draco watched them practice for the next couple of hours, noting to himself on some of their weaknesses and strengths. He mostly watched Hermione as she swirled, hovered and tossed the quaffle. He was so absorbed in their practice, that he didn’t know Blaise , one of his closest friends, had sat down beside him.
“Is that Granger out there?” Blaise asked as he looked out at the pitch.
“Yes, she just made the team, weird huh?” Draco replied, still not taking his eyes off her.
“Strange, she doesn’t look too bad out there though. Anyway, I got the name of that club for you. Turns out Potter, Weasley and their girlfriends went there last night. It’s called ‘The Asylum’, and it’s in London. Supposed to be a pretty wild club. They floo their way to an abandoned store that’s next to it.”
Draco looked over at Blaise bewildered “How on earth did you find all that out so fast?”
“Friend of a friend, of a friend. I don’t kiss and tell man.” Blaise answered. “So, are we going to check the place out?”
“Maybe, if we do, I don’t want the golden trio over there to recognize us right off. We could use a charming spell to change our appearance.” Draco thought aloud.
“What’s with you and her anyway. Why this sudden urge to find out more about her?”
Draco glared at his best friend. “There is nothing between Granger and myself. I like to annoy her, she get’s mad real easy.” He didn’t want to tell him the real reason-as he didn’t yet know himself- just yet, and that he’s been having some very erotic dreams about her at night.
The following week Draco and Blaise kept an ear and an eye out to see if the Gryffindor group was planning another rendezvous at the club. Blaise’s source confirmed it was planned for the weekend and they made their own plans.
Early the next day Hermione woke up with a slight headache, so she groggily made her way to the bathroom to take some aspirin, where she then lay face down on the couch in the common room.
That is where Draco found her wearing pajama bottoms and a large oversized shirt. He knelt down and blew softly in her ear, where she went to push him away. “Go. Away.”
“Are you going to sleep the whole day away Granger?”
She looked over at him as he was still kneeling beside her. “What time is it?”
“It’s almost noon, you pretty well slept the morning away.” He said smirking at her crankiness.
“Did you say noon?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh, my god. I’m going to be late for my first quiddich practice. Harry will kill me.” She shrieked as she stumbled into the bathroom to splash some water over her face.
Draco followed her into the bathroom, enjoying the glimpse of a frazzled Granger. “Did you say practice. Does this mean you made the team?”
Hermione ducked her whole head in a sink of cold water to revive herself. He handed her a towel where she scrubbed at her hair and face. “Yes, I made the chaser position. I’ll have to use one of the school brooms for now until I can get a broom myself. I used Harry’s ‘firebolt’ at the tryouts, it rode like a dream.”
Draco looked at the earnest face of Hermione. “You can use my Nimbus 2001 if you want today.” ‘Now where the hell did that come from!’ he thought to himself.
Hermione looked at him. “Really?” At his nod she wrapped her arms around his neck. “Thanks.” She gave him a quick kiss on the lips then hurried off the change.
Draco rubbed his lips where the feel of hers still lingered. ‘I’m losing it.’ He thought as he went to get his broom for her. He decided he would check out their practice. Wouldn’t hurt to check out the competition, or to watch Hermione he added to himself.
Hermione walked up to the pitch, her headache now a memory. She was relieved to see that they hadn’t started yet. “Sorry I’m late, couldn’t seem to get myself going this morning.”
Ron smirked. “I wonder why ‘Mione.” He then noticed what she was carrying and nudged Harry, “Where did you get that broom?” He enquired.
“Oh this, Malfoy loaned it to me for today. I plan on buying one in a couple of weeks.” Hermione replied.
“Did you say Malfoy?” Harry asked.
“Yes, Malfoy. It kind of surprised to me too.”
“Well, why don’t you take a few rounds around the pitch and get used to the feel of it. We’re going to practice passing the quaffle around first, then we’ll try a few different manoeuvres.” Harry instructed.
Draco watched them practice for the next couple of hours, noting to himself on some of their weaknesses and strengths. He mostly watched Hermione as she swirled, hovered and tossed the quaffle. He was so absorbed in their practice, that he didn’t know Blaise , one of his closest friends, had sat down beside him.
“Is that Granger out there?” Blaise asked as he looked out at the pitch.
“Yes, she just made the team, weird huh?” Draco replied, still not taking his eyes off her.
“Strange, she doesn’t look too bad out there though. Anyway, I got the name of that club for you. Turns out Potter, Weasley and their girlfriends went there last night. It’s called ‘The Asylum’, and it’s in London. Supposed to be a pretty wild club. They floo their way to an abandoned store that’s next to it.”
Draco looked over at Blaise bewildered “How on earth did you find all that out so fast?”
“Friend of a friend, of a friend. I don’t kiss and tell man.” Blaise answered. “So, are we going to check the place out?”
“Maybe, if we do, I don’t want the golden trio over there to recognize us right off. We could use a charming spell to change our appearance.” Draco thought aloud.
“What’s with you and her anyway. Why this sudden urge to find out more about her?”
Draco glared at his best friend. “There is nothing between Granger and myself. I like to annoy her, she get’s mad real easy.” He didn’t want to tell him the real reason-as he didn’t yet know himself- just yet, and that he’s been having some very erotic dreams about her at night.
The following week Draco and Blaise kept an ear and an eye out to see if the Gryffindor group was planning another rendezvous at the club. Blaise’s source confirmed it was planned for the weekend and they made their own plans.