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Beneath Your Window by Crookshanks.x
 Books » Harry Potter Rated: T, English, Romance & Humor, Draco M., Hermione G., Words: 89k+, Favs: 1k+, Follows: 432, Published: Jun 10, 2007 Updated: Jun 6, 2008
 1,044 Chapter 18: The Change
Disclaimer: I must not steal Harry Potter. I must not steal Harry Potter. I must not steal Harry Potter.
A/N: Merry Christmas and Happy New Year's everyone! Hope you've had a great Holiday, I know I have. There has been some writing done, when I took a break from stuffing my face with food and frolicking in presents. Le gasp!
Chapter 18 / The Change
"Again?" he groaned, letting his head droop melodramatically over the edge of the couch. "It's the third time this week alone."
"You shouldn't complain," she told him, watching him trying to make sense of the room as his head hung upside down from the couch. "It's improving your chances greatly."
"Improving my chances with them or with you?"
"With them, and then in turn – me. The less people we have against us, the easier it'll be."
"Whoever decided it has to be easy?" he asked smartly, obviously finding something amusing as he studied the upside down image of her.
"I assumed easier would be better," she retorted with an arched eyebrow.
"Don't assume. You're just making an ass out of you and me."
"Have you been watching television again?" she asked worriedly, casting a careful glance towards him.
"I can't help it; that Bridget is so darn hilarious," he admitted lightly. "But the point is: You assumed easier is better, but - in fear of sounding like a clichéd edition of Dumbledore – nothing worth having comes easy."
"Look, I'm just trying to get Ginny and Harry to warm up to you. It'll make things so much ... well... easier and - Okay, why are you smirking?"
She looked down on her outfit but couldn't find anything wrong with it, nor could she see any stains or any limbs mysteriously growing out of places it shouldn't be growing from.
"I was just wondering what upside down sex would feel like," he grinned – rather wolfishly so.
"Down boy," she just said, rolling her eyes at his insatiable energy.
"You're not opening your eyes to the endless possibilities, Hermione dear," he criticised, starting to look a bit red in his usually rather pale cheeks.
"But how would it even work?" she protested, putting four plates down on the once again magically enhanced kitchen table.
"Do you have a vague memory of that odd school we once attended? I think it was Dogworts or something," he mocked.
"Your point?" she asked exasperatedly.
"Obviously magic could keep us suspended in the air upside down."
He seemed equally exasperated, but probably for an entirely different reason.
"Yes it could, and then all the blood would flow to your head."
She laughed heartily at his dumbstruck expression – which was etched into his features and clearly visible even in his upside down stage.
"Damn it," he growled. "I will figure out a way to fix that loophole. You shall not escape my evil master plan!"
"No, I'm sure I won't," she comforted him, amusement still sparkling in her eyes, but then she suddenly clapped her hands loudly, making him jump in alarm, snapping his head up. "It's only 15 minutes until they're supposed to be here and you're still frolicking around on the couch in your pyjamas."
