Wow! I've just been on top of it lately with the updates! YAY for me!
yeah so I'm on chapter 39 now! 39! isn't that just crazy??? well I sure think so.
so here's the next chapter, hope you love it!
<3 Sarah
Chapter 39
“I thought it was funny.” Draco chuckled.
“How was it funny that McGonagall thought that something had happened to us?” Hermione asked, slightly appalled.
“It was funny because she thought something had happened to us because we weren’t early but on time. You must see some sort of humor in that.” Draco asked somewhat skeptically.
“I don’t.” Hermione said sternly.
“You’re frustrating.” Draco sighed.
“You love me anyways.” Hermione smiled up at Draco and squeezed his hand. Draco looked down at her and shook his head.
“I guess so.” Draco smiled and kissed her forehead as they kept walking down the apparently deserted hallway, but Hermione stopped walking anyways as they approached a broom cupboard and walked softly and slowly to it and pressed her ear against the wood, and smiled.
“You know I think you’re going to loose your bet.” She whispered.
“What bet? Oh, that bet, well you haven’t opened the door yet. I can still whisk you away.” Draco wiggled his eyebrows and Hermione tried to stop herself from laughing as she reached for the handle. Draco quickly rushed over and snatched her hand away from the handle and pushed her against the door.
“Oh, so you’re a big scary man tonight?” Hermione whispered, knowing that the couple inside the broom cupboard probably had stopped doing whatever they were doing once they heard her back slam against the door.
“I’m going to win that bet.” Draco said huskily trying to get Hermione to walk away from the cupboard. Hermione however resisted melting right there and stood her ground as she wiggled and arm down and to the handle. Draco followed her every movement, watching her turn the handle and ready to pull the door wide open. He could only picture the terrified looks on the two inside, neither of them knowing who it could be who had come to spoil their fun and most likely give them detention for at least a week. Draco smiled at this thought and he pulled Hermione back and the door opened along with it. He peeked inside to see who it was and his mouth dropped open. Hermione looked at him quizzically and turned so that her head could look around the door and her eyes widened in pure and utter shock.
“Crabbe?” Draco whispered.
“Goyle?” Hermione asked slightly appalled. Draco and Hermione shared a look and then looked back at the two inside the broom cupboard.
“What is going on here?” Draco asked still in utter shock.
“Nothing.” Goyle said hopefully.
“You know what I don’t want to know. Get out of here.” Draco stood aside from the door and let the two boys file past them.
“You aren’t going to give them detention.” Hermione asked.
“Do you really want to be the one to explain this to a teacher?” Draco asked.
“No.”
“Exactly.” Draco turned his attention back to Goyle and Crabbe. “Now don’t let us catch you two doing whatever the hell you were doing ever again. Bed. Now.” Draco pointed in the direction of the Slytherin common room and shook his head in frustration as the two turned around the corner. “I think I could have lived my life quite well without ever knowing that something was going on between the two of them.” Draco shuddered.
“Sorry.” Hermione ruffled Draco’s platinum blonde locks and he faced her as she smiled. “I still can’t believe you didn’t give them a detention that’s like your favorite past time.”
“I didn’t want to have to deal with that, not now. Not ever.” Draco closed his eyes and shuddered as horrible mental pictures flashed across his mind. Hermione chuckled.
“So next time we catch some of my friends snogging, we wont bust them and give them detention right?” Hermione smiled.
“But why not?” Hermione gave Draco a skeptical look. “Oh fine. Spoil my fun.” Hermione smiled and stood on her tip toes to kiss Draco’s nose.
“It’s my job. I’m Draco Malfoy’s royal fun sucker.”
“Indeed.” Draco and Hermione laughed and Draco steered Hermione away from the now contaminated broom cupboard. “You know, from now on every time I walk down this hall that’s all I’m going to be able to think of.” Draco shuddered again and Hermione laughed.
“We could fix that.” Hermione offered.
“How.” Draco inquired very mush interested on how Hermione could possibly make all those horrible thoughts disappear.
“Well you could pull me into that broom cupboard right there and snog me senseless.” She said simply, before looking up at Draco and giving him a sly smile.
“I love the way you think.” Draco grabbed her hand and threw open the door as he reached it, pulled her inside, and shut the door firmly behind him.
“You always have the best ideas.” And Draco pushed Hermione up against the door and attacked her lips with a fiery passion that could out do the same level of wrath as Ginny Weasley’s fiery temper. Hermione’s arms had once again found their way around his neck and one of her hands was in his hair trying desperately to pull him even closer to her mouth. Draco’s arms were trying to do the same thing; his arms had wrapped themselves around her waist and tried to puller her impossibly closer. Brief pauses were made when oxygen was needed but for no more than a spilt second. Tongues darted vigorously against each other’s, neither one wanting to give up in the exhilarating battle for dominance.
Hermione was still pinned up against the door when a brief rapid knock came from the other side of the door, causing both Head’s to freeze and Hermione’s head turned away from Draco so the side of her face was flushed with the door. Draco cleared his throat however and Hermione shot him a warning glance, Draco only gave her a clam and reassuring glimpse.
“Yes?” Draco said with a quite harsh voice that Hermione rarely ever actually heard. It sounded protective and heated. She resisted laughing as Draco unknowingly pulled her closer. The door then swung open and a very flustered Flitch stood before them. “Can we help you?” Draco asked in a seemingly polite tone to anyone who didn’t actually know Draco personally, whom to other wise it was harsh and cruel.
“Students out of bed receive detention for a week.” Filtch said in a somewhat blissful tone, but Draco only smirked.
“It seems that you’ve forgotten Mr. Filtch that as Head’s we are allowed to be out after hours.” Draco said flatly.
“Only to patrol the corridors. It’s in the school bi-laws.”
“And we have done so, it also says in the school bi-laws that Head students are aloud free reign of the school as long as they are not misbehaving and all duties assigned to them have been complete for that night.” Draco quoted and Filtch looked appalled. He immediately took out his pocket version and thumbed through the pages until he got to the passage that Draco had quoted verbatim.
“Alright, Mr. Malfoy,” Filtch said crossly as he snapped his little book shut and stuffed it into his robe pocket, “I guess you win this round, but I’ll be keeping my eye on you.”
“Right, now if you excuse us, we were busy.” Draco smirked and reached out and grabbed the door handle and shut the door firmly, pulled out his wand and placed a few simple charms on the door.
“Just in case, I really don’t want to be disturbed again. Now where were we?” Hermione laughed and reached up into Draco’s luscious platinum blonde hair and pulled his head down so that his lips met her own again.
you that it was just a dream! 
