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Contours by GryffindorGirl153

Format: Novel
Chapters: 27
Word Count: 161,660
Status: COMPLETED

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Mild Language, Scenes of a Sexual Nature

Genres: Drama, Romance
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Draco, Pansy, Ginny, Blaise (M), OC, OtherCanon
Pairings: Draco/Hermione, Other Pairing

First Published: 01/11/2009
Last Chapter: 09/08/2011
Last Updated: 09/08/2011

Summary:
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Hermione glanced at him, then back to the reporter. “Yes.” She finally said. “It is true.” Despite her words, she was glaring at Draco as she spoke. “I am engaged to Draco Malfoy.”


Chapter 15: Chapter Fourteen

Contours
By: Gryffindorgirl153

Chapter Fourteen



An unusual silence had fallen in between the couple the next morning, causing an obstruct feeling to settle in the pit of Hermione’s stomach. Before Draco had left for work, there was an unconventional tension, leading to silence. She didn’t know what had aroused the unwanted tension, but she was sure that she had much rather fought with him rather than stay in silence for another minute.

She heard the door open, followed by heavy footsteps. “Granger?” she heard him call out.

“I’m in the kitchen!” Hermione replied loudly.

Opening the Daily Prophet, she scanned for any important news. Her eyes were ripped away from the words on the paper, and were focused on Draco once he had entered the kitchen. “Here.” Draco set down sets of paper in front of Hermione as she drank her morning coffee.

Hermione looked up at Draco groggily, and released the daily prophet. “What is this?” she asked him, taking a piece of paper in her hand. “A lease?”

Nodding, Draco sat down in front of her after he had poured a cup of coffee for himself. “For that house that we’re planning on using for the wedding.” He said. “I figured that we might as well buy it and get someone to fix it up before the wedding.”

“You bought the house?” she asked, surprised. “How much was it?”

Draco suddenly leaned forward and grabbed yellow parchment on the bottom of the pile and stuffed it in his pocket. “No need to worry about how much it cost me.” He told her. “It wasn’t much anyway.” He said, shrugging. “And plus, it could always come to use after the wedding.”

With a confused look, Hermione sorted through the rest of the papers he presented to her. “And how would it come to use?” she questioned.

He took a sip of his coffee, and Hermione became amused at the awkward look that formed on his face. “Well, after the wedding, we can’t exactly continue living in this flat made for one.”

“So what are you saying?” she asked. “That we could move into the house once we’re married?”

Draco shrugged and leant back against the chair. “It’s a thought.” He said to her. “They’re going to be wondering why we’re still living in a flat. My mother will be pestering us about how a house is the most suitable place to raise children and not in an apartment like this one.”

Taken by surprise, Hermione choked slightly on her coffee. “Children?” she asked with apprehension. “I thought we agreed that there will be no children involved in this little relationship of ours.”

“Did we?” He asked. “Well, I’m not exactly interested in having children right now either.” Draco said. “We could always say that it didn’t work out- us having children. We tired, and it didn’t work.”

Hermione nodded. “I guess that’s legit enough.” She said softly. “Or we could always say that it was a miscarriage. There are a lot of reasons couples can’t have kids.”

“So it’s settled then?” he asked her. “We’ll move into the house after the whole wedding, and we’ll lie and say that we tried to have kids but it just never worked out.”

“Well, what’s another lie going to do?” Hermione asked, agreeing. “You do know that moving into the house, we’ll need to buy new furniture, and we’d have to hire someone to fix it up and we’d be spending a fortune on the wedding!”

Draco stood, and placed his empty mug in the kitchen sink. “Don’t worry about the money Granger.” He said, placing his hands on her shoulders- a gesture of reassurance. “I told you, I’m going to handle everything.”

His hand slipped from her shoulders, and he began to walk out of the kitchen. “Malfoy!” Hermione called. “Why don’t we fix up the house ourselves?” she asked, getting up from the kitchen table and walking towards him. “We could do it with magic so that it’ll only take us about a day.”

“Are you sure?” he asked. “We could just hire someone you know. I don’t think either of us has any idea how to renovate a house.”

She shrugged. “How hard could it be?” she asked. “We’ve got magic, no? We could just rely on that.”

Giving up, Draco turned and walked into is bedroom. “Get dressed!” he shouted from his bedroom. “Don’t wear anything nice- you’ll be ruining it.”

-


After hours of work, the couple took a step back and took a good look at what they had done. The entire house had been re-done in less than a day, all thanks to magic. The whole exterior has been changed- the wood renewed and the house repainted. Walking inside, the coupe was greeted by the smell of wet paint, and a shiny floor. All doors were replaced, and the stairs had been carefully redone in order to avoid any injuries. The fireplace was dusted and detailed- all thanks to magic.

“I don’t know what we’d do without this.” Draco said, holding his wand up. “We did pretty good, Granger.” He told her, followed by a low whistle. “All we need is to shop for some furniture, and bring my mother in here to start planning the decorations she’s just dying to throw around.”

Hermione chuckled. “You’re mother is helpful.” She said.

A short moment of silence fell between them, and for once- neither of them wanted to break it. Hermione walked around with her hands on her hips, observing the details of their paint job. “You know what this calls for?” she asked, turning around to face Draco with a smile on her face. “We should celebrate tonight.”

His face broke out into a grin. “Celebrate?” Draco asked. “For fixing up an old house?”

She nodded, still smiling. “We fixed this whole place up in less than a day!” Hermione exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the air and spinning around, indicating that they had fixed up the whole house from ground up. “We should get some kind of reward for this, should we not?”

Sighing, Draco looked away and continued to admire their handy-work. “You know what Granger?” he began. “I think we should.”

Hermione’s face immediately brightened. “Really?” she asked, her smile larger. “What are we going to do?”

“How about I take you out to dinner tonight?” he asked.

The smile on her face dimmed and her hands dropped. “Malfoy, to be honest- I’m getting really tired of all these fancy dinners where I have to wear really painful shoes and short dresses.” She said to him. “How about, I’ll choose the place tonight.” Hermione said. “You need to try something new for a change.”

His face looked confused. “Where are we going to go?” Draco asked.

“C’mon.” Hermione said, taking his hand in hers and apparating to the front door of their flat. “I finally learned that it’s extremely handy to carry around our wands everywhere we go.”

They entered their flat, and Hermione turned to Draco. “Go get ready, and put on some jeans and a t-shirt.”

Before she was able to walk to her room, Draco’s voice stopped her. “Where exactly are we going?” he asked her.

She smiled. “It’s a surprise.”

An hour later, it was already eleven-thirty, and Draco sat in the living room flicking through channels while waiting for Hermione to come out and get ready. “Ready?” Hermione’s voice caused Draco to jump up on his seat.

A small laugh escaped from her lips. “Did I scare you?” she asked, smiling. “Let’s go.” Hermione said, grabbing his arm and hosting him upwards.

“Why is it that woman take so bloody long to get ready?” He asked her, walking out the door of their flat and locking it behind him. “You took almost an hour and a half.”

“Well, I was sort of just standing in the shower- that’s why I took so long.” Hermione answered. “And all the paint that you got on my hair took so bloody long to remove. I had to go through half a bottle of shampoo!”

Draco snickered. “It’s not my fault that you couldn’t get out of the way in time.” He retorted.

As they walked towards the door, Hermione turned around and gave him a look of disbelief. “Who actually chucks an entire bucket of paint at the wall and uses the excuse that it’ll work faster, when really- all that paint will just drip down to the floor.” They walked out the door, and entered the elevator.

“Hey, it worked!” he replied. “After I stopped the paint from going all over the floor with my wand, everything worked out okay.”

Hermione scoffed. “Everything but my hair turned out okay.” She said.

He grinned in response, and they left his flat, turning right and walking down the dark street. “Are we walking there?” Draco asked.

She nodded. “It’s not far, it’s about two to three blocks down.”

After walking for about five minutes, Hermione led Draco into a muggle pub. “Is this where we’re going?” he asked, staring at the old men sitting on the bar. They were slouched over their drinks, their eyes half open. The several other tables in the pub were empty except one, which two women occupied. “This place looks rather- lively.” Draco said.

“Just follow me Malfoy.” Hermione said, walking to the back of the pub.

Before she was able to enter the girl’s lavatory, Draco stopped her. “Hold on, why are we going in there?” he asked.

“The entrance is inside.” She answered, pulling him inside the bathroom by his wrist. “It looks nasty, I know.” Hermione said once she noticed the look of disgust on Draco’s face. “If you weren’t a wizard, you’d smell the stench in here too. It’s their way of warding off muggles.”

Stepping over toilet paper covered with flies, Hermione led Draco to the biggest stall. A groan escaped Draco’s mouth when the contents of the toilet were revealed to him. Hermione pulled out her wand from her back pocket, and tapped it on the dirty tiles beside her. Almost instantly, the toilet flushed itself, and moved forward, revealing a set of stairs leading down.

“C’mon.” She said, taking his hand and leading him down the steep stairs. “It’s just right over here.”

Behind the staircase, a thick black curtain covered the back wall. Pointing her wand at the rings, Hermione muttered a charm and it immediately flew open.

Draco stared at the sight before him, bewildered. “It’s just- bricks.” He said. “Is this a joke Granger?”

Rolling her eyes, Hermione pulled him forward and walked through the wall to find herself face to face with a turbocharged crowd. A grin formed on her face, and she proceeded to walk around the dance floor, and to the bar on the left hand side of the pub. “The usual please.” Hermione said once the bartender had approached her.

“And for you sir?” the man asked, turning to Draco.

“Just firewhiskey for me.” The bartender-nodded ad pulled a bottle of firewhiskey from under the bar, and placed it in front of Draco. He then proceeded to conjure a long narrow glass in front of Hermione, filling it with green and red liquid.

Hermione pulled the glass towards her and thanked the bartender. “Enjoy.” He said, smiling at the two. She looked at the crowd, and took in the blaring music before she took a sip of her drink. The pub was dark, with multi colored lights roaming around the room, and dim orbs of light floating above the crowd. It was just like a muggle night club- only better.

Draco brought the glass to his mouth and took a long gulp. Hermione gave him a look. “You’re not up for anything stronger?” she asked. “Draco- you need to loosen up and get that stick out of your butt.”

Laughing, he stared at her. “Hermione Granger is telling me to loose up. Ah, it looks like hell has frozen over.” Draco said, chuckling. “Now how did a girl like you find a place like this?” he asked her. “And it looks like you come here often enough to have a regular drink.”

“Well before I started my auror training, Ginny insisted that I had a night out to myself. She brought me here, and we’ve been coming here ever since.” She answered. “Of course, Harry and Ron don’t know a thing- they think that we spend the night in my flat watching movies and pigging out on ice cream and sweets” Hermione said, finishing her drink and ordering another one. “Harry would have a heart attack if he saw the way Ginny moved out there.”

Draco laughed loudly, setting his bottle of firewhiskey down. “Who would’ve thought that the Weaselette doesn’t like to bring it with her man.”

“You’d be surprised what a drunk woman is capable of, Draco.” Hermione said teasingly, finishing her second glass of alcohol.

A deviant smirk formed on his face. “Why don’t you show me then?” he asked. “You better watch out Granger- I don’t think your tolerance for alcohol will last this whole night.”

Hermione giggled, and stood on her feet. “Draco, I don’t think your tolerance for alcohol will keep up with mine.” She pulled Draco off his chair and pushed past several people until they were standing in the middle of the dance floor. “I bet you never had a party like this.” She said loudly, dancing along with the music. “Just move Draco!” Hermione said, laughing when she noticed that Draco was simply standing there. “Dancing isn’t so hard.”

Looking incredibly uncomfortable, Draco began moving slightly- failing miserably. However, his body became rigid once again as he felt a set of hands on either side of his body. “Just move.” Hermione instructed, moving her hands a long with his body- aiding him in dancing. “You’re getting it.” She said, smiling.

She turned around, and allowed the alcohol to take over her body. She closed her eyes, the music filling her head and laughed when she felt Draco move closer. “Keep going, you’re getting it!” Hermione shouted, loud enough to be heard over the music. “Come.” She said, taking his hands and leading him back to the bar. “You need something a little stronger than that firewhiskey.”

“Mike!” Hermione shouted, leaning over the bar. “Give me two of the strongest drinks you’ve got.”

“Coming right up!” The bartender shouted.

Two drinks slid down towards them. “What is this?” Draco asked, looking at the clear liquid.

“I have no idea- just drink it!” Hermione exclaimed, drinking everything in the small glass in one shot. “C’mon Malfoy- let’s see which one of us will end up throwing our stomach up by the end of the night.”

Draco was able to finish his drink in one shot as well, before Hermione pulled him back onto the dance floor. “There we go.” Hermione said, smiling as she felt Draco loosen up in front of her. “Just to warn you, Draco-” she said. “You might get a really bad hangover tomorrow.”

However, Draco was unable to hear her soft voice over the loud, raging music. Hermione and Draco danced the night away, getting drunk and dancing some more. It was about four-thirty in the morning, when Hermione and Draco stumbled back into their flat- completely wasted.

“Watch it!” Hermione shouted loudly before Draco could collide with the table, giggling a bit as she closed the door behind her. Being less drunk that he, Hermione walked over to him and guided Draco towards his bedroom. “Who knew that you had such low tolerance, Malfoy.” Hermione said, laughing.

A frown formed on Draco’s face. “Shut up.” He grumbled, dropping down on his bed.

Hermione bent down in front of him and began taking off his shoes. “What are you doing?” Draco asked, slurring his words.

“Hold still.” She ordered as he began kicking his feet. “I’m taking your shoes off so you can sleep.”

“Sleep?” He asked, sitting up and looking around. Hermione threw his shoes in the corner of his bedroom and moved on the bed to take his jacket off. “Why are you taking my clothes off?” he mumbled, his eyes half closed.

She chuckled. “Because you’re extremely sexy, and I must see you with your clothes off.” Hermione pulled the jacket off his arms and threw it on the floor.

Draco turned, with a large grin on his face. “Really?” he asked hopefully.

Hermione laughed. “What ever suits you Malfoy.” She said, unbuttoning his shirt. “What are you doing?” she asked him when his hand moved on top of hers, stopping her from unbuttoning his shirt. “Draco, let me just take this off so you can sleep.”

However, Draco didn’t move his hands away from her. Her eyes rose to his, and she found him gazing back at her with intensity. “Draco.” Hermione said softly, trying to break the intensity. “Draco.” She repeated after a few seconds.

She felt his eyes move over her face, around her cheeks and lips and finally back to her eyes. “You’re beautiful.” He whispered. “So beautiful.”

Hermione didn’t know what caused her to do it. Maybe it was the intensity of the moment she had just shared with Draco. Perhaps it was the warm, tingling sensation that was spreading from her hand, all throughout her body. Maybe it was his eyes that seemed to be permanently glued onto hers. Or maybe it was the reason and truth in his voice that made her do what she did. Maybe it was feelings that had been bottled up I her body for longer than she had liked.

She didn’t know why all she could think about at that moment was Draco. She didn’t realize where all the hatred she had held for him had gone. Harry, Ron, Ginny, Wesley and his mother had all left her mind, and she had no idea why.

“Draco.” Hermione breathed as she was pushed back against the bed.

She didn’t know why she had done what she did. She didn’t know why she kissed him.

-


Dear Readers,

yes i know, it's been FOREVER since i updated this story. almost two months? :O wow, i sincerely apologize, since i had writers block for the longest time. if i had written anything during that time, then this chapter would've came out horrible- and nothing like this.

so please be patient when waiting for a chapter. since school started, i may not really have time to write much- and i usually take about a hour or two to write a complete chapter. this chapter was pretty short- only about 3000 words. i try to make my chapters filled and juicy, so it might take long. i DO have a life other than writing, graphic making and school. so between this, school work and other responsibilities i do try to fit in some fun, so i am pretty busy these days. i STILL do take request @ TDA, or any other forum you see me around in. i'm rarely on MSN these days, but i do try to sign on for you guys.

please read and review! i'll try to get the next chapter in quickly.

-stacy.



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