Seven Minutes In Heaven

Dramione
"7 Minutes in Heaven"


Why did the teachers have to be so cruel? It was undeniably cruel to make the Slytherins and the Gryffindors camp out for their extra credit assignment, which all of them were required to do.

And, look at what they did! Instead of being sensible teachers and pairing the Gryffindor girls and boys with Gryffindor girls and boys, they paired Slytherin Girls and Boys, with the Gryffindor girls and boys. And it was totally ruining Hermione Granger's time in the camping experience.

Hermione was sitting on her magically enhanced sleeping bag (the magical enhancement made it softer and warmer than any other sleeping bag made by muggles), reading a thick tome. It was kind of hard to concentrate when she had a couple of the girliest, silliest, and most inconsiderate Slytherin girls sharing her tent with her. The girls were named Carly Ambry and Lyssa Jornell. With the way that the girls gossiped and giggled, she almost was envious of Lavender and Parvati; they were tented with Pansy Parkinson. Almost.

She finally gave up and shut the book. It was about 11:00. She rubbed her temples, gritting her teeth. 'Don't hit them, Hermione,' she told herself sternly. 'I very highly doubt that people like being hit.'

She was already in her pajamas, so she snuggled down into the sleeping bag, cuddling her pillow between her shoulder and her chin, thinking about putting in earplugs so that she wouldn't have to deal with Carly and Lyssa's ramblings.

But, just as she was getting out her earplugs, the tent flap rustled. A Slytherin girl, whose name Hermione didn't know, poked her head in, her eyes shining brightly. "Have you heard? Everyone's gathering in the clearing nearby to play Seven Minutes in Heaven!"

While this didn't make much sense to Hermione, Carly and Lyssa automatically jumped up and put on slippers. Hermione got up, pulling on a jacket over the spaghetti strap shirt that she was wearing with black silk pants for pajamas.

She hurried after them, because, although she didn't know what was happening, she was certainly curious.

She walked beside Carly. "What is Seven Minutes in Heaven?" she asked quietly, trying not to attract attention to herself.

Carly looked at her as if she were insane. "Are you kidding me?" she asked. "what girl doesn't know what Seven Minutes in Heaven is?"

Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Uh, this girl doesn't."

Carly rolled her eyes. "Okay, whatever. Seven Minutes in Heaven is a game where a guy and girl are picked, and then they go off to somewhere private where the guy gets to do whatever he wants to the girl for seven minutes."

Hermione wrinkled her nose, and began to think about what she was doing. "Maybe this isn't the best idea..." she muttered to herself.

"What?" Carly asked.

Hermione hurriedly composed herself. She didn't want to seem like a party-pooper. "I said this is the best Idea that's happened on this trip," she lied.

Carly raised an eyebrow, and Lyssa looked over as if she had just heard Hermione say that she was Athene and was going to Mt. Olympus to join the rest of her High-And-Mighty God friends.

"Really?" Lyssa asked, her voice awed and skeptical. "I though that you were just a frumpy bookworm."

Hermione bit her tongue to stop the retort that was lying on the tip of it. Luckily, to stop her from replying, they had by then reached the clearing. Hermione was surprised by how many people were there. All the Slytherin Girls, quite a few Gryffindor Girls, a bunch of Slytherin boys, and a few Gryffindor boys. But when Hermione scanned the crowd, she didn't see Harry or Ron. This made her stomach sink. She was mostly alone.

Then Carly and Lyssa started freaking out. Hermione tried to listen to it instead of tuning it out, as if she were interested. It was difficult, but one of the little snippets that she managed to concentrate on was:

"I hope that Draco and I will be paired together!" That was Carly. Lyssa nodded enthusiastically.

Hermione scanned the crowd, and sure enough, she found the arrogant, blonde bastard who had made life at Hogwarts a living hell for her.

Hermione scoffed. "Him? I'd rather be paired with Blaise Zabini!" As soon as the words left her mouth she regretted them. Two or three people other than Lyssa and Carly had heard her proclamation and were snickering. Carly just looked amazed.

But before she could reply with whatever "witty" comment that she thought that she was about to make, Pansy Parkinson stood up in the middle of the clearing, clearing her throat to get everyone's attention.

"Okay, everyone," she said in her annoyingly nasal voice, "it's time to start the game. You all know the rules, I assume?" Everyone nodded, while Hermione was gaping mentally. Who knew the thick Parkinson could sound so smart and professional?

"Good. So, I will pick the first two names." There were two hats in front of her. Hermione assumed that one of them had the boy's names in it, and the other had the girl's names.

"Lavender Brown and Blaise Zabini," Pansy read, her pug-face business-like. While Hermione watched, Lavender stood up and, blushing bright red, marched off into the woods with Zabini following her with a sullen expression on her face. Pansy timed them, so that, exactly seven minutes later, Lavender and Blaise came out of the trees, both of them looking embarrased, and both of them breathless. Hermione had the feeling that she didn't want to know what they had been up to in the trees.

And so it went on. Hermione wasn't surprised when her name wasn't called out immediately, there had to be at least thirty girls in the clearing and as many boys. But when her name was called...

"Hermione Granger!"

There was whispering all around, and Hermione deliberately blocked it all out, keeping her eyes fixed as Parkinson pulled out the boy's name. She didn't particularly want to hear what others thought of her participating in this riduculous game.

"And...Draco Malfoy?"

There was a collective gasp, and when Hermione caught the eyes of Malfoy across the clearing, his expression was mortified. Hermione's insides twisted in Disgust, and she was on the verge of walking out of the clearing and writing all of this off as a bad dream, but she didn't. She knew that she would be labeled as a coward and that she wouldn't do something harmless as a little game, and she knew that that would ruin what little reputation that she had.

So she squared her shoulders, and she marched out of the clearing through the trees that she had seen the others go through, and she heard quiet footsteps behind her. All through the ten-second walk, she kept her expresssion carefully blank, making sure to show absolutely no emotion whatsoever. To show emotion was to show a weakness, and that was something that Hermione was determined not to do in this humiliating seven minutes that she would have to spend with the Slytherin Prince.

And, when she reached a reasonable place to stop, between the trunks of two pine trees, she folded her arms, leaned back on the trunk, and started counting in her head how long it would be before she could go back to the Clearing of Shame, leave it, and then go to bed a pretend that this had all been a bad dream.

But, her counting (which coincided with the tapping that her fingers were doing, an action that Hermione was unaware of) and therefore, the pleasure of knowing when she would be able to leave, was interrupted by Malfoy leaning against the tree across from her, adopting her stance.

"Granger, I'm not enjoying this any more than you are," Malfoy said after two minutes had passed. Hermione's finger tapping was getting increasingly agitated as she counted out the seconds, which seemed to be passing increasingly slowly with each half-minute.

"Really?" Hermione asked coldly. He seemed like he was amused, smirking like usual at her discomfort. She was getting cold.

"Granger, are you cold?" Malfoy asked with mock concern. He started over to her.

"What's it to you, Malfoy?" Hermione snapped back, rubbing her arms.

Instead of answering her, he merely wrapped his arms around her, trapping her against his chest. She started to push against him, the words to tell him to let her go on the tip of her tongue, before she realized that he was also lending her the use of his cloak. It was keeping her much warmer. Must've been charmed, Hermione mused as she hugged him back.

Then, she felt his eyes on her, and she looked up. He was studying her with a a calculating expression that didn't exactly make her feel comfortable. So, she was just about to cough and find a way out of his embrace or something like that, when his tilted her chin up to him.

"You're lips are blue, Granger," he observed softly.

Hermione bit her lower lip. "Um...I don't know how to respond to that," she said. She screwed up her face, trying to think of a response that wouldn't make her look like a moron.

Malfoy's mouth twisted up in a smile, before he leaned down to her face, his lips hovering above hers. "Would you like me to warm them up for you?" he asked. Hermione could feel his breath fan across her lips.

"Um..." Hermione stuttered. Malfoy didn't wait for a response. He kissed her shortly, and blood flooded her face. Therefore, heating it up.

When he pulled away, he watched her maroon face with a satisfied expression. "Warmer?" he asked, smirking.

Hermione couldn't find the words in her mouth, so she bit her lip. She could feel a smile tugging at the corners of her lips, but she was determined to not let it break out.

It did, and a grin spread across her face. "Well, Malfoy. My lips are still a little cold. Would you like to help me out?" she asked, looking up through her lashes. She managed to say it with minimal stuttering.

A broad smirk spread across Malfoy's handsome face.