by Chelsea
title! WOW!! Also, I think this is the record for me. I
just updated yesterday and I'm updating again today!! I
know, I'm on a roll! Don't stop me! Also, I have a Poem
for you before I write. It's by I dislike penguins on
sugarquill.net:
‘Twas the night before Christmas,
And don’t you forget it.
Not a creature was stirring,
Except for the ferret.
He stirred and he stirred as his cauldron bubbled,
Soon his furry face would no longer be troubled.
Twas’ a Weasley who’d put him in this awful predicament.
Ron, as they called him, had shouted, “ferettidyschtikament!”
And an elongated rat was the form poor Draco took
He scanned the pages of his potions book.
“Mwahahahaha” the little guy said,
“Soon my features will no longer be of dread.”
For I have brewed this really neat potion,
He will never expect what looks like ordinary lotion,
He has made me furry but he’ll soon regret it,
He will be sorry he has made me a ferret”.
So the little guy ran and he ran some more,
Until he heard that Gryffindor snore.
He ran down the hall
(Which is hard when you’re small)
He wrote a small note and tied it to his paw,
And when Madame Pomfrey awoke just guess what she saw…
Poor Malfoy she saw ‘cept he was furry and small.
She turned him back with a snap of her wand, then turned around to see
Ron propped up by Harry and Hermione.
“He keeps burping slugs,” the bushy-haired one spoke.
Blames it on his lotion, the poor, sad bloke”
Is that not the funniest poem you have ever read? I was in
tears of laughter! I also have a story, but E-mail me if
you want it, because it's about how Arthur Weasley goes
about giving Ron the 'Talk'. It was written by the
funniest author according to some website or another,
Alfie. It's not bad, its just...you know. There's younger
kids on this site. Also, my disclaimer: None of the Harry
Potter characters belong to me, they all belong to Jo
Rowling. Also, the story (called 'Plugs and Outlets'), and
the poem (called 'Ferret') do not belong to me, I'm just
reposting them. By now, you guys are probably like, "All
right, that's great, whatever, where's my UPDATE?" I have
an answer for you: "Right HERE!!"
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Harry and Hermione sat in the Grffyidor common room, very
solemn expressions on their faces.
"What're we going to do?" Hermione asked. It was the
question on both their minds, "We need to get Ron back, but
the kidnapper wants *me* for ransom. Ron's worth anything,
but what if...he, the kidnapper, wants me to..."
"You're not going to have sex with that guy! If he tries
to make you, punch him and get outta there! Besides, we
already know what we have to do. We aready sent the
reply. He just wants to know whether you'll meet him at
the Three Brooksticks for lunch." Harry sounded frightened.
"But, Harry, he told me that after our date, *then* we get
Ron back. What if he wants sex, and I refuse? Would he
still give Ron back? I'll do almost anything for Ron, but
that? I just...can't have sex with someone I'm on my first-
and last-date with. I just can't!" she sounded on the
verge of tears.
"Hermione, I'm just as scared as you are. You're my girl
friend. I love you, and if something happened to you, if
you were harmed or violated in any way, I couldn't live.
The only thing for me to live for is your happiness."
"Oh, Harry, I love you too, but you can't stop what this
guy's doing. Whatever he wants, we have to give it to him,
or he'll hurt Ron. I don't want that, anything but that.
I wish it was me instead of Ron."
"No, you don't. He could do anything to you while you were
asleep, or he could hex you and rape you, or anything. If
it was me, I'd just beat the living daylights outta the
bloke and run." Harry said, and Hermione fell for him all
over again.
"Harry, just promise me you'll stay in the castle while I'm
on the date. If you love me, you'll stay away until I get
back. I promise I'll try to get out of anything bad he
tries, but he said in the letter 'All I want is a date,
you'll be safe with me.' [NFA: I don't know if that's what
it really said, but it's close enough, right?] He said
I'll be safe with him, Harry. Just...promise me, Harry."
Tears started streaming down her face. It was pure love
that made Harry agree.
"And, honey? Please promise me you won't send any spies,
or anything, okay? Just, leave me alone for one day. I'm
only asking for one day. Just remember that I love you,
because I do. Now, hand me some parchment. I have to say
that's fine." She reached for the parchment Harry was
holding and grabbed it. Herimone placed it in front of
her, and, taking care not to smudge the ink with tears,
wrote:
I would love to meet you for lunch at the Three
Brooksticks. I'll meet you there at about noon. Try to
get a corner table, so I'll know where to go. And, just to
tell you, I will under no circumstances have sex with you.
That is not part of the deal, so if you try to pressure me
into it, I will break your nose. Regardless, you'll be
giving Ron back the day after. I'll be there tomorrow.
She sent the letter with Hedwig and got a respnse almost
five minutes afterward:
No sex, I promise. Ron will be returned the day after our
date. I'll get a corner table. See you tomorrow.
She sighed with relief. Good, he didn't want to make
love. She was okay with it now. She'd go around Hogsmeade
with this mystery man and have lunch, maybe ice cream.
They'd go to all the regular places: Zonko's, the Shrieking
Shack, the post office... With her thoughts now secure,
she handed Harry the note, kissed him good night, and went
to bed.
The next morning, Draco woke with one thing one his mind:
Today is my date with Hermione Granger. As soon as he
thought it, however, he suddenly got very nervous. What
about when classes started? Would it be awkward, having
Potter's best friend as his girlfriend? For, he had no
doubt that Hermione would want to go steady after their
first date. All girls did. Suddenly, his nerves calmed
and he felt much better. He dressed in his favorite
outfit: Khakis and a white t-shirt that fit him loosely.
He combed his hair, brushed his teeth, and put on some
white tennis shoes. It was then ten o'clock, so he rushed
down stairs to tell Crabbe and Goyle to leave him alone for
today, and then headed to the Entrance Hall to got to
Hogsmeade. After Filch checked the list and made sure
Draco had turned in a permission slip, he made his way to
Hogmeade. By the time he found a table in the noisy but
comfortable Three Broomsticks, it was a quarter till noon.
He hoped she wasn't already here. The doors opened as he
ordered a butterbeer, letting in a chilly breeze of autumn
air. Framed in the doorway was Hermione, dressed in a
short jean skirt and a pink spaggheti-strapped tank top,
with a black sweater that was just long enough to be
shorter than her skirt. She looked around the corners,
obviously looking for her date. Her eyes locked with
Draco's and sudden realization took over them, then shock.
She walked quickly over to his table and said, "Was it
you?" Her voice shook with fear and anger, mingled
together with sadness.
"It was me. I have loved you since the first time I saw
you, but I pretend to hate you because I couldn't have
people knowing that I head-over-heels in love with a Muggle-
born. It would be shameful beyond belief." he answered,
then realized that what he had said was offending to her,
and tried to fix his mistake, "I don't care, though. I
just wanted a date with you. One date is all I ask." And
it's all she needs to love me back, he added silently.
"Well, a deal's a deal. Just remember our agreement,
Draco. Nothing but a date. One date. Are you buying me
lunch, or am I buying my own?" her tone was icy.
"As this is meant to be a proper date, I'm buying. What do
you want? I'll run to Madame Rosmerta and get it. Today
is our day, and I'm determined to do anything to make you
enjoy it. Anything you want to do, I'll do it."
"Okay, I guess. I'll just have some fries, then." Hermione
answered.
"Be right back!" Draco replied, and three minutes later, he
returned bearing a basket of golden, steaming fries.
"What do you want to do after lunch?" Draco asked,
excited. He felt like a little boy with his first crush.
He was, in all reality, a man with his first crush. First
love, really.
"Well, I do need some new bras. Could we go to Roxy's All
Occasion Underthings? It's just down the street." He
could tell Hermione was determined also, but with a
different motive. He countered, surpising her.
"Sure, and I'm buying." he cooly answered, no rosy
complexion in sight.
"O-okay, then. I'm nearly done. I didn't have a big
appetite. Do you want these? They're really delicious."
she offered, but she was obviously taken aback at his
answer.
"No, thanks. I've already paid, let's go. To the bra shop
we are destined!" Draco said the last bit quite loudly,
and Hermione blushed. She had never seen this side of
Draco before, the caring, corny, lovable kind. Lovable?
What am I thinking? He's my worst enemy!, she thought,
shocked at her new opinion of Draco. He could be so
sweet. She suddenly realized how cute he was. With his
white-blond hair, sparkling silver eyes, and perfect teeth,
he was positivly handsome. Maybe I can forget about Harry
for one day and just have fun, Hermione thought. Yes, one
day.
They entered Roxy's, Draco now feeling very nervous. What
if Hermione wanted to try them on? What if she needed an
opinion? What if she showed him? It was hard enough
resisting the urge to kiss her when she was fully clothed!
Hermione was set on her destination, however, and led Draco
to an aisle. She grabbed at random bras, looking them
over, then either putting them back on the rack or handing
them to Draco. By the time she was finished, his arms were
both filled with women's wear. He only hoped none of his
friends saw.
Hermione turned to him and said, "I need to try these on."
One fear confermed, "I might need a second opinion on some,
so stay close to my dressing room." Oh, man, I won't be
able to contain myself, let alone leave where you are, he
thought silently, "You'll need to decide which one looks
best on me, because I can't see my back. Are you okay with
that?" She expected defeat.
Draco answered oppositly, "Sure. How many do you plan on
getting? I've got no budget, so you can get whatever you
want."
She was shocked again, but recovered more quickly this
time. "I only need two, so just choose your two favorites."
He now felt the need to embarrass her, "That's fine with
me. I've just gotta ask you something: Why do you want the
ones that look the best on you? Who'll you be showing them
to? Not me, I know, except to give you opinions."
Just as he'd assumed, she blushed furiously. "I-I..."
"It's okay, I'm just teasing." he assured her.
"Um, okay. Dressing rooms are over here-" She grabbed his
hand to lead him, and he felt fireworks where the contact
was made. He realized she had felt it, too, because she
pulled away almost immediately, getting even more red.
Instead of holding his hand, she chose to just walk toward
the rooms, hoping he'd follow. She chose a stall and tried
on the first bra, pink with yellow bunnies. Hermione
looked in the mirror, making sure she looked okay. She had
developed a lot over the summer, and had shocked many guys
all over Hogwarts, including both Harry and Ron. Upon
deciding she looked great, she walked out of the stall,
finding Draco sitting directly across form the door in a
big, red, high heel-shaped chair. He looked up and found
himself looking directly at her bra. Usually, he tried to
avoid this, but as he supposed to, he kept his eyes locked
on her breasts, trying with all his might to stay seated,
with his hands securly in his pockets.
Trying to keep his cool, he said, "Nice, but I think it's
too...little-girlish. You know hat I mean?"
"Yeah, I thought so too. All right, on to the next one. I
counted, I've only got thirteen more to try on." Hermione
headed back to the stall, grabbed the next one, and tried
it on. Draco graded it as cute, and so went the routine
for sometime. Number fourteen, however, had a different
type of clasp, and Hermione couldn't get it to attach.
Thinking it the perfect chance to drive Draco mad, she held
it to the front of her chest and walked out of the stall.
Draco looked up, glad for the last one, and felt his eyes
widen and his heart inflate.
"Draco, I can't get this one. Can you help me? It's got a
wierd clasp." Hermione asked innocently. Draco nodded and
stood up, and walked over to where she was standing. He
reached for the clasp in the process touched her back,
nearly bare. He resisted the mighty urge to keep his hand
on her skin forever, as she looked back at him, something
unrecognizable to him in her great, chocolate-colored
eyes. He fastened the clasp and turned her around. The
bra was black and strapless. It had a skull and crossbones
on one side, and there was red lace on the edges. He
really liked it, as most guys would.