The Blood in Our Veins (Dramione)

Chapter Five: Trouble Behind the Pear Portrait

Note: Hey guys! So I just wanna say that this chapter does make Ron and Harry pretty seem mean. Now I'm a really big fan of both of them, but just for the purpose of my story... I make them seem like jerks. So yeah just wanted to disclaim that so nobody is blindsided. Anyways, enjoy the chapter!

"Malfoy w-where are we going?" A very drunk Hermione giggled.

"I told you we're gonna go get food." Draco said looking around the corner to make sure no one was there.

"Ho-hold on," Hermione started "why-err-what if we get caught?" She asked slurring every other word.

"That's the fun part Granger, the danger." Draco smirked.

"Granger danger," She giggled. "that uh- rhymes. I have a question... I'm cold."

"Is that a question?"

"Uh-Yeah."

Draco laughed.

"You know what's thirsty?" Hermione asked. "You know what's weird? How thirsty I get when I'm weird. When I'm drunk." Hermione said swaying slightly.

Draco just smiled and shook his.

Hermione ginned up at him as she struggled to focus her eyes.

"You have a nice face, Malfoy." Hermione said as she as she reached up and poked his cheek.

"Okay Granger, thank you for the observation. Now stay quite and don't do anything to draw attention to us-"

"SPRING BREAK! WOO-HOO" Hermione screamed at the top of her lungs.

"God dammit Granger, we're in the middle of August." He rolled his eyes.

Before Hermione could say another word Draco grabbed her hand and swept her down the stairs. They walked briskly (or at least Draco did, as Hermione held onto him with both hands for dear life.) down the corridors.

Hermione watched him as he looked out for teachers when they got near to the Great Hall. He glanced back at her when they took a left to where the entrance to the kitchens were. They walked down the staircase leading to the Hufflepuff basement straight up to the giant portrait of fruit.

Draco tickled the pear and the painting swung open.

It had been a long time since Hermione had been in the this kitchen. It's sheer size and the fact she was extremely intoxicated added to her amazement.

"Whoa." Hermione said with her mouth slightly parted.

The kitchen was gigantic. It was a high-ceilinged room with five tables identical to the ones in the Great Hall. Brass pots hung off the stone walls, and in the middle of the room was a large brick fireplace.

"Where are the house elves?" Hermione looked at Draco with tears in her eyes, her lower lip trembling slightly. "Are, are t-they dead." Her voice cracked. "WINKY-"

Draco came up behind her and put a hand over her mouth. Hermione spun around so that her face was within and inch of his. He put his hands on her waste and stared into her dark brown eyes.

Hermione quickly forgot about her concern for the whereabouts of the house elves and scanned Draco's face. It was blurry, but she could see his grey eyes were piercing her own, his white blonde hair was messy, and his lips looked so... kissable.

She put her hands against his chest and tilted her head. She stared into his eyes intensely.

There heads were both slowly gravitating towards each others.