Chapter Twenty Five: Draco and Hermione.

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DRACO'S POV.

As the train screeched to a halt me and Blaise automatically pulled Hermione and Ginny into our loving embraces, kissing them slowly. I played with the tips of Hermione's hair as she pulled on my waist slightly. She pulled away far too soon for m liking.

"Come on, we're finally here!" She said giddily. 

"No shit Sherlock." I said teasing her slightly.

"How do you know who Sherlock Holmes is?"

"I told you at Zabini manor, I love muggles but am in love with a muggle born so why not read and watch a few TV shows while I'm loving the muggles."

"That can be inferred to mean something totally different you know?" Ginny piped up. I got it immediately. Unfortunately Hermione didn't for a long while. When she did she blushed and looked down, such an innocent mind. 

"Hermione, can I ask you something?"

"Sure. Anything." She replied.

"Well, if I took you for a ride would you control my stick?" I asked her, the question having two or three different meanings. I thought I'd tease her a bit and see if she figured out the dirty bit. Ginny did before Blaise did and that's saying something there.

"He means, if he had sex with you would you tell him what to do controlling his dick?" Ginny whispered in her ear after ten minuets of her thinking her eyebrows furrowed and her eyes partially squinted in concentration. I chuckled and she hexed me. I rolled my eyes at her hex because it didn't even do anything for ages. Until we got into the Great Hall.

When I was in the middle of eating my chicken wings, I started to fell a great pain in the centre of my head just before my nose. Oh shit. A bat bogey hex. Fucking Hell. It was so embarrassingly painful.  

HERMIONE'S POV.

I had adapted Ginny's bat bogey hex to make it wait and not kick in for a while. I  made it wait until the feast. In the middle of the feast Draco screamed like a little school girl with a frilly skirt and pink tails. (A.N Doctor Who reference? David Tennant to Micky? No?) Bats coming out of his nose like crazy until I finally released the hex placing another one on him. A new one. The lip lock. This is going to be hilarious.

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