Fan Fiction ❯ Stato di Necessità ❯ A Muggle Date ( Chapter 1 )

Ok, same story of "my daughter..", only that this time an Hr/D fanfic inspired me. The fanfic is "No titled, in an attempt to avoid cliché" by AngelOfDeath: I advise you to read this fic; it is essential to understand mine.

P-chan

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Stato di Necessità

Chapter 1: A Muggle Date

It was a busy Saturday morning at Granger's: Harnold Hale - Mrs. Granger's nephew- was their guest and that morning he and his friends would have camped for a whole week and the Grangers must go at Dover for a conference.

" I'm so sorry to leave you alone, 'Mione" Victoria Granger said worried, " we'll be back Monday at noon. Why don't ask to... oh say, Alicia and Peggy to stay here with you?"

Hermione watched amazed her mother: she would have had the whole house for herself for a weekend and her mother was almost ordering here to call for a baby/sitter!

' Damn her! I'm seventeen, Head Girl, and a witch - and a fairly able one too- and she still think at me as a little schoolgirl?!'

Suddenly an idea flashed in her mind and her lips curved in a smirk.

" Well, if you won't leave me alone, can I call some school friends?"

Hermione shut the door after have said goodbye her parents and cousin and she sighed: now she was all alone in that house. With a wide smile on her face, she went in her bedroom and wrote a letter; then owled it. She spent the afternoon in the living room, peeping every five minutes at the fireplace: she had checked her essays and homeworks; see an old movie and read "The Hell" and half of "The Purgatory" of the "Divine Comedy" by Dante Alighieri; wraps of sugar-free candies were spread on the low table and Crookshanks was curled on her lap purring. She was reading the XXVI cantos when someone cupped her breasts.

" Guesses who I am, Ninny."

Hermione smiled and she looked up: there was only one person that could do her such a thing.

" Draco, you stupid git! You scared me to death!"

He lets her go angry: he was about to blame her hers call when she embraced him tightly and kissed him with passion.

" I feared that you wouldn't come...."

Ignoring the furiously spitting cat, Draco slipped his hands among the folds of her dress sinking his fingers in her smooth flesh.

" Won't all those candies spoil your teeth?"

Draco said nibbling her earlobe: the taste of strawberry and cherry still fluttered in his mouth after their kissing. Hermione moaned with pleasure while his experienced hands teased her most sensitive points; then, noticing that the curtains weren't closed, so she avoided his torture and kissed happily the tip of his nose. Draco growled displeased.

" The candies are sugar-free and I didn't-t call you for /that/, Cabbie. Or better, non only for /that/."

" Cabbie? Why Cabbie?!!"

" Tell me why Ninny."

Draco sighed and sat on the couch with Hermione on his lap.

" Do you remember how that Krum guy called you? Herm-own-ninny. Tell me why Cabbie."

Hermione laughed and kissed the tip of his nose again.

" Because you are My Little Cabbage."

" Cabbage? Why Cabbage?!"

Hermione puffed chewing a candy and got up, hands on her hips.

" Because you are My Little Cabbage! I have spent sleepless nights to find a nice pet name for you, a pet name that nobody could give you, so I could speak freely about you!"

" Same thing for Ninny." he say embracing her," Well, what will we do now? If you haven't called me only for /that/... "

" No, Ninny! I don't have any intention to wear that... that thing!"

" C'mon Cabbie, don't be childish! You must do it if we want to dine out!"

Hermione exclaimed shaking her cousin's jeans and shirt under Draco's nose. Well, she didn't give him all the faults and Draco had an excellent taste in dress, only that he couldn't go out with wizarding clothes. After a long discussion, they had decided to dine in a restaurant on the Thames and to show to the young wizard the funs of Muggle London. Draco didn't like the idea -he, a pureblood wizard, among the Muggle! It was ridiculous! But he accepted it seeing Hermione's sad face.

" Must I? Don't I can, who know, transfigure my clothes or something?"

" I think so. I should have some magazine in my bedroom: you could take some idea from them."

Suddenly Hermione blushed at the thought of Draco in her bedroom. Draco, instead, smiled, a bit curious and a bit malicious -also because, since when he had read her letter, it was his intention to spend the weekend in bed.

Hermione's bedroom's walls were cream and a picture was hanging above the head of the bed -a bit small for Draco's tastes; a wall was occupied by a bookcase, full of any kind of books, and books were on the parquetry; the desk was near the window and on the right a small shelf with the cauldron, the fials and the jars used in Potions. One thing caught his attention: a precious ancient crystal vase in which was the flower that he had given her -still fresh as just picked after two weeks- and a piece of black cloth under the pillow. Draco smiled thinking that his Hermione slept with the head on his handkerchief: he was scolded mentally himself to don't have given her his photo, he carried hers always with him -who knows what he did with it. Hermione had opened the desk's drawer and looked for the magazines among notebooks, quills and notes, then handed to Draco six or seven magazines.

" Here, I haven't more: I hope that you'll find something that suit you. "

Hermione said with a smile and went in the bathroom. He took the magazines and began to skim through them, clearly sickened seeing the Muggle fashion, however something caught his attention and approval.

" Ah, finally something decent!"

He exclaimed taking his wand and, murmured a spell; he touched the page and then his clothes. He turned toward the mirror and nodded with approval: he now wore a plain dark gray suit, a white shirt with crossed dark green lines and a tie of the same color. Simple, elegant but at the same time fashionable. While he adjusted the suit, Hermione went back and looked at him amazed: Draco didn't seem the same, he seemed... a "muggle" boy, breathtaking and incredibly sexy; besides there was in something different in him, something that made seem the /new/ Draco, who for love would sent to hell family, traditions and *friends* as soon as graduated. Hermione noticed that Draco had changed haircut: a little thing, but that had hidden meaning. Cutting his hair, he had broken off with his past.

Without make noise, she reached her closet and took her favored dress. Hermione was about to take off the bathrobe when she noticed that he looked at her amused.

" Could you wait in the hallway? I don't like to be seen while I'm dressing."

" Mph! As if this is the first time that I see you without veils, Ninny." he said setting on the bed," I wait here!"

" Then close your eyes. And don't spy!"

Draco puffed amused at Hermione's unexpectedly modesty -I mean, while she was his *cough* guest *cough* she hadn't had problems to be seen naked- however he decided to respect her wish, also because he enjoyed the show through the mirror. After about half an hour, Hermione was ready and turned toward Draco.

" I admit to not be a beauty, however I think that it is ok. Hey! What are you staring at?!"

She said blushing while he looked her from head to toe. She wore a simple knee length black dress with minuscule red and lilac flowers -more an undergarment than a dress- almost transparent, that wrapped and underlined smoothly her curves and showed a good portion of legs, and simple black leather sabot; her hair were picked at the nape and soft curls framed her face held back on a side of the head by a clip with three red roses. A discreet but accurate make-up with the same shades of the dress completed the artwork. Draco was so taken by the vision that didn't notice Hermione sat on his knees and she passed a hand through his hair.

" Why have you changed your haircut?"

"Eh? What?"

Hermione sigh and leaned her head on his shoulder.

" I have asked you why you've changed haircut."

" Ah, my hair... " Draco whispered caressing her side, "I wanted to not look like my father, I haven't had intention to follow his steps, so a couple of days after you went back home, I cut them. Don't you like it?"

She shook the head and inhaled deeply his fragrance, while his hand /accidentally/ slipped from her side to her thigh.

" Even, you seem cooler, sexier and... Muggle! Oh no, I have said it! Ugh, shall we go?"

Hermione said getting up and grabbing his hand. And the couple of wizards went out for their first Muggle date.

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On the terrace of the restaurant the couples whispered sweet words of love or danced a languid slow dance; gentlemen wearing suit and tie argued about their business and mild-aged ladies toasted happily. In an angle there was a young couple that chatted with low voices -he seemed a little bit nervous- and they kept silent when the waiter brought them the bill. After have talked a little bit, the young man took the bill and looked at it frowning.

" Er... Hermione, there is a /minor/ problem: no Muggle money."

" *sigh!* Give here, I'll pay."

" No, a lady must not pay!"

" I don't want to wash the dishes for your fool pride!" She hissed tearing the bill from his hands," Ouch!"

" What?!"

" I couldn't believe it! How could they do us pay such a sum if we have eaten practically /nothing/?!"

"What's the matter Hermione?!"

" Well, I knew that this restaurant is expensive, but this is /robbing/! Draco, I don't have money enough to pay."

Draco watched her emotionless.

" How much do you have?"

" 150 pounds, and they aren't enough!"

" Do you have a fifty-pounds note?"

She nodded and took the note from her wallet. He took it and, after he was sure that nobody was looking -the other customers were too busy to take care of his business, he whispered a small multiplication spell.

" Meliusabbundare quamdeficere! Here, no more problems. At least for forty-eight hours."

Hermione looked emotionless at him while he paid the bill- leaving a handsome tip too- and put on her note in his pocket. When they were bored, they went for a walk on the riverside; only that after a little bit they were hungry again, and quite before a pizza house. The two looked at each other without say a word: from the restaurant came a delicious smell. The couple hid in a dark blind alley and transfigured their clothes in something more informal. Hermione now wore a plain knee-length jeans dress, black sandals and a sport purse; Draco, instead, gray flax pants, a light green T-shirt with "Malkins sportswear" written in black and sneakers (I hope to have spelt it right. Ndr). The two came into the pizza house and looked for a free table, and then she went to take their pizza.

Draco waited patiently Hermione observing the other customers while of pop music came irritatingly from the stereo above the cash desk. In front of him a catalog of the human types was pitted, or at least of his Muggle contemporaries' behavior: it wasn't different from the show that Hogwards' Great Hall offered him. He noticed some girls staring at him and snickered whispering, then one of them approached and tried to flirt with him; Draco said nothing, but he looked at her as if he wanted to hex her, luckily Hermione came and told her to stay away from her boyfriend.

" Since when am I your boyfriend?"

Asked Draco arching an eyebrow. Hermione sighed and took a slice of pizza.

" Since when some geese flirt with. This is my favored: mozzarella, fresh tomato, prosciutto, salad and Parmesan cheese."

Initially Draco had some problem - he wasn't accustomed to eat with hands- and he would have preferred drink pumpkin juice instead of coke, but he was starving and he send to hell his habits. After the pizza, they went to a concert in a park, then back home and their Muggle date had gone well: excluded the restaurant's accident, they hadn't had problems and nobody had been hexed.

Hermione and Draco came home at almost one of night. While he watched Hermione lock the door, Draco decided that it was time that the things follow his wills: not that he hasn't appreciated the tour in Muggle London, but he knew that in about ten days the school would start and they two couldn't been together. So, without give her warning, he grabbed her and pushed her against the stairs; Hermione whimpered for a so rough treatment, but she gave up before the gentleness of his kisses and caresses. But apart the beginning, Draco wasn't at all kind; and when they finished Hermione announced that she would took a warm bath to restore her aching back, even if she must admit to herself that after all she liked it.

The following day they didn't go out, but they spent Sunday among Hermione's bed; the kitchen- the table to be precise; the living room, and in the specific on the carpet; and in the bathroom, alternating tub and shower. Soon Monday came and the new day found the couple tenderly embraced.

" In ten days our seventh year at Hogwards will begin.... " Draco said thoughtful squeezing Hermione," A year in which I will abuse you and do the opposite of what I want to do with you."

" We don't have other choice, Draco: we couldn't do otherwise. In public."

He watched her amazed. She sank the face in his chest and breathed deeply.

" I have meditated on this and I know that we won't resist a long time in this way if we don't spend a little bit of time together. These two weeks without you have been.... awful!"

" I know the feeling, Ninny." he replied fondling her hair lost in thought," I know it very well."

" It won't be a problem keep in contact: there are Potion classes and don't forget the Messenger Board that the Headmaster has made put the last year in the Great Hall. Just find a nice and secluded place where for our meeting."

" Don't you think that it's dangerous? And what will think Potty and Weasel knowing that go to sleep late?"

" a) I spend much time in library, so for them is normal and b) I am Head Girl, that means a bedroom all for myself. What will you say to your gorillas?"

" Who, Crabbe and Goyle? They're so stupid that if I tell him to throw from a cliff they would do without thinking."

Until it was possible, they spent the morning laid down in bed, in each other's arms, but at 11:50 AM their time was about to fall off: the Grangers would have gone back and Hermione and Draco didn't have much time to say goodbye. They not said a word, they weren't necessary: they looked for a long time in their eyes and they kissed. She closed her eyes to impress the feeling of his cold and thin lips against her own in the memory, of his arms around her body, his almost imperceptible smell. To don't see him disapparade. As soon as Draco left, Hermione felt tears flow on her face: who knows when they could have been again together in that way.

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I attach to the chapter the following letter, which AngelOfDeath sent to me some time ago:

"Your offer intrigues me....

I had planned to write the sequel this winter (December or January) to my Herm/Draco fic, but who says there can't be two? I most definately want to see where you would take it. All I ask is that you mention that I also will be writing a sequel, but that I support your version.

I feel that if you are inspired then you should go ahead and write.

Do send me the first chapter when you finish it.

AngelOfDeath"

I think that it is nice to read how two minds could create something on the same bases and see there how there are similes and discordances between the two versions. Thus for you now read and review this unofficial sequel, for then do the same thing with the official one: therefore I ask to whoever will review my version, to do the same with AngelOfDeath's one. If you are one my Rayearth fanfics' reader, I recommend again to read the story that has inspired this.

I'll edit some images -pin-ups and scenes- ties to this story: you will find "A Muggle Date"'s pin-up at:

http://www.mediaminer.org/fanart/view.php?id=104968