WickedRent Chapter 2

Chapter 21

Looking up from the table she met eyes with Malfoy. How long had he been staring she wondered silently to herself. His eyes were mesmerizing and as much as she hated to admit it he was in fact a man. Not just in looks with his broad shoulders, tall frame and muscled features. No, he was a man because he had grown up over the years and maybe she was the only one who saw it, but Draco Malfoy showed nothing but maturity. 2

Draco watched the Gryffindor Princess from across the hall like he normally did. But this time she looked back at him. He was stunned at first but dare not show it in his expression or eyes. His father trained him well. Over the years he watched her grow, change, go unnoticed by all and then get put on a pedestal by the same people that denied her what she wanted. Her two bodyguards, as Draco called them, treated her like a fragile being that would break at the slightest touch from another man. The redheaded buffoon never saw the want in her eyes but as Draco looked at her now he saw that it was replaced with brotherly love. 3

He smiled at seeing that. Draco had long ago accepted the fact that he wanted her but it grew stronger every year. He was afraid his shields would crumble to nothing but dust sense they were going to be living together. She was different this year, but he couldn’t put his finger on what it was that was different about her. Sure she was beautiful and her looks had changed sense they last saw each other. But that wasn’t it. He was determined to find out what had changed within her. 4

Both wondering what the other was thinking as they got lost in each other’s eyes. They didn’t blink, they didn’t breathe while staring at each other, both to defiant to make the first move. They were both to stubborn to let the other win even in a staring contest. But before there could be an actual victor, Dumbledore stood up and began to talk. That’s when they looked around and noticed that all the lower grades, first through sixth, had left the Great Hall. Getting over the fact that they had been lost in each other for longer then they both thought they focused on Dumbledore.5

“As you all know a new project was created over the summer by myself and Professor Kai, the new Muggle Studies teacher. All of you must take place in the production or performance of two musicals throughout this year to graduate.” With a wave of his hand sheets of paper landed in front of the 40 seventh year students. After closer inspection they noticed it was a voters ballad with the list of musicals. “These six musicals are what you have to choose from. The Phantom of the Opera is a musical about a disfigured genius that lives in the opera that goes mad wanting the young and beautiful Christine. It’s a romantic tale of two childhood sweethearts that find each other and unrequited love that the Phantom has for Christine.6

“Then Rent which is a musical about a group of friends that live in New York City and some have a terrible disease called AIDS. They go through hard times, love and a death of a friend. The next musical is Wicked, which happens to be one of my favorite. It’s about a young witch that stands up to an evil wizard but is viewed as evil because of the power the wizard has over the Land of Oz. It has love, betrayal, lessons, death, and so much more. Then there is Chicago, a wacky musical about a lady on death road trying to convince a jury she is innocent.” Dumbledore explained the last to musicals that are Les Miserables, and Beauty and the Beast. He instructed them to vote on the two they wish to participate in the most by tapping their wand on the two they so desire. 7

Hermione stared long and hard at her ballad wondering which ones she would rather do. Thinking about what’s going on in her life, what her friends will be facing soon, not just with her but with the rest of the world. With those thoughts lingering in her mind she chose Rent and Wicked, hoping those plays will help the student body and herself. Though Hermione figured it was rigged anyway and Dumbledore just made it seem like they had a choice because his plan would not work if they really had the power to vote.8

The Professors collected all the papers and with a wave of Dumbledore’s wand they were counted. McGonagall did the same thing; after comparing answers and they must have got the same because Dumbledore turned back to the crowd of students. They all waited patiently on the edge of their seats wondering which two would be chosen. The Slytherins also paid attention for they cared nothing about muggle studies but they did care about graduating. Pansy was boasting about how no matter what play is chosen she would be the leading lady because she was just that good. Draco scoffed at her comments, sure, she was good but someone could be better. Draco was taught there was always room for improvement. Malfoy’s were the best at everything but they could always be better. 9

“During the first semester you all will try out for, study, practice, and perform the musical Wicked. The second semester musical is Rent. I don’t want to hear any complaints because the decision is final. Try outs will begin in class tomorrow. Will the two head students remain behind, the rest of you may retire to your dorms for the night,” Dumbledore finished.10

The students filed out along with the last remaining professors and the headmaster. McGonagall waited at the front for Hermione and Draco to join her. They could all hear the comments being made about the play. The ones knowing what they were talked about what parts they wanted. Some bragged, some were scared, and some wanted nothing to do with the musicals at all. Others were asking questions about what they were about while the muggleborns and some of the halfbloods explained. 11

Draco had researched the plays during the summer after he got his letter explaining the new project. The only reason was because the letter said that if they did not participate they would not graduate. That was just not acceptable nor was not knowing what the teacher was talking about. He had to keep up with Granger and he was positive that she knew them all by heart.12

The walk to their dorm seemed to be short and they found it right next to the entrance of the kitchen. Hermione smiled for this made it easier for her to get what she needed from the kitchen, smooth move Dumbledore. The portrait was that of a young couple dancing under the moonlight. They were masked and for some reason Hermione thought it looked like her and Malfoy. She noticed Malfoy staring at the painting with a peculiar look on his face. 13

“You both have to create a password that you both agree on. No one is to know what it is,” McGonagall looked pointedly at Hermione, “I must get ready for tomorrow. I’m sure you can figure out which room belongs to either of you and the door which belongs to the bathroom. Goodnight.”14

Draco turned to face Hermione finally taking his eyes of the intriguing painting then spoke, “Any ideas on what the password should be?”15

“Sex,” Hermione said with a serious tone of voice and looked at his face to see a shocked Malfoy. She tried her hardest not to smile or not get caught smiling but he saw her. He glared at her for trying to make a fool out of him.16

“Who knew the innocent little Gryffindor had sex on the brain instead of her precious books.” Draco cooed at her loving the rosy tent to her cheeks. If only that was a flush from him working his magic on her body.17

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me Malfoy. You’re just mad because you won’t be the star of my fantasies. But, to be honest Malfoy,” she paused for a dramatic effect, moving closer to him. Running her hand down his chest to rest on his belt buckle and noticed the change in him. He was still defiant but it was as if he wanted it too. “I picked ‘sex’ because I know you wouldn’t forget it because sex is always on your mind.”18

After hearing her taunting, and feeling her touch him…he lost it. What he did next shocked the hell out of both of them for he grabbed her hair roughly with his left hand pulling her into him. Smashing his lips onto hers as his right hand wrapped around her waist. Forcing her into a kiss not letting her accept or deny. Before anything else happened Malfoy pulled away, acting as if she burned him, and did something he never thought he would do…he ran. Quickly saying the password he fled to his room slamming the door. Hermione didn’t move a muscle, still in a daze till the portrait shut in front of her face.19

Saying the password she walked up to her room as if she was in a fog and closed the door behind her. She couldn’t hear anything coming from Malfoy’s room and figured he put a silencing charm on it. Slowly falling asleep she dreamed her nightmare of a future that could never be and cried in her sleep as she made love to a man that worshiped her. 20

Draco was in his room throwing around everything he could pick up and then magically fixing it. He wanted to slap himself for being so stupid. The damn girl touched him and he knew, he predicted that this would be a bad idea. “God damn her,” he screamed out before punching the wall. 21

Seeing his hand bleeding he wanted to be reminded of his stupidity so instead of going to the hospital wing he just wrapped a towel around it. Laying on his bed he tried to sleep but couldn’t get Granger out of his head. Her body molded perfectly to his, chest flush against him and she was so warm the fire could have melted his ice-cold heart. Hermione’s hair was soft as silk and his fingers twitched to touch it again. He turned over onto his side wrestling with himself over the thoughts running through his troubled mind. Then her lips that were the softest he’s ever kissed. She tasted sweet, like a drug he could never get enough of. 22

He forced the thoughts from his mind thinking about his summer without his mother. The only person he came close to loving was his mother and now she was gone. He would never endure the heartache he felt this summer ever again. He would stay away from Hermione and his mind was made up.23