I'm sorry about the long wait! I had a wondrous time in my travels, lots of free mango's, lots of knowledge, lots and lots of heat and I even did a cage dive with crocodiles! I'll put up pictures and more details soon I promise!

I'm hoping this chapter will be worth all that time I made you guys wait.




Chapter 25


Slow Like Honey

You'll remember me like a melody
Yeah, I'll haunt the world inside you

It's my big secret - Keeping you coming
Slow like honey, heavy with mood

And I pull you to the edge
And stand there waiting
Trying to attain
The end to satisfy the story
Shall I release you?
Must I release you?
As I rise to meet my glory


Chapter title and lyrics from the song "Slow Like Honey" by the beautiful Fiona Apple.



Enjoy!




It was beyond belief.

It was impossible.

It was infuriating and she could not sit back and watch it happen.

He was hers – or would be.

And then with a painful stab, she realized she’d already made one wrong move regarding Granger.

Granger...

The word filled her with a dark loathing that filled every pore of her body, right down to the nails on her little fingers.

That girl would pay.

Skinny. Attractive. Intelligent.

Completely unbearable, uptight, slag! And that hair?

Her and Draco!

She wanted to hurt the filthy Mudblood, make her pay like never before.

However Draco could not know.

And she needed to find a way so that Granger would regain her old hate of the attractive blonde, surpass it even.

 

Hermione

 

Ever since Hermione could remember, she’d always had iffy feelings regarding food in movies.

When the perfect TV family fought over dinner, she felt like crying, when food was thrown around a cafeteria in some American teen movie, she cringed.

There was the Muppet chef, whose spaghetti waltzed across the table, leaving Hermione feeling uneasy.

And then there was the especially horribly, terrifying moment in a movie called <I>Matilda</I> when a fat boy was forced to eat a massive, terrible, icky, sickly rich, chocolate cake.

 Hermione had refused to watch that movie again.

So when Malfoy confronted her in the Great Hall, she felt guilty at the events that proceeded. She was in a foul mood and had no urge to eat the pancakes before her.

“Granger.” Hermione’s head snapped up, along with Harry, Ginny and Ron’s head.

 Ron so fast his neck cracked loudly.

Malfoy was smirking as her friends scowled darkly at him.

‘Enjoying breakfast?’

What an absolute git, taunting me in front of my friends.

Although, I guess it’s safer in some ways…

‘Granger,’ Malfoy gestured kindly. ‘Why, you’ve hardly touched your plate.’

That’s it, I’ve had enough, I will not let him do this!

Hermione stood abruptly and pushed the plate towards him. ‘Feel free to finish it off.’

In one swift movement she gripped a pancake in her hand. ‘In fact…’ before he could move she’d slammed the pancake hard on his head.

‘Be my guest.’ Triumphantly grabbing the half empty jar of honey she poured it over his head.

Ron, Harry and Ginny were positively guffawing with laughter, along with half the hall.

Malfoy was livid beneath his pancake-d head and his pale face rapidly going as red as raspberry jam.

‘Why you little…’ Spluttering madly he clutched the nearest jug of orange juice and hurled the juice into her face.

Hermione, now dripping in sticky yellow-orange liquid, heard a cry of anger uttered from behind her. She whipped around to see four Gryffindors stand up, all of them equally saturated, one of them already reaching for a handful of cornflakes. Within seconds the flaky pellets, meant for Malfoy’s blonde noggin, flew past towards a sixth year Ravenclaw.

The Gryffindors face fell as the flakes fell down the sixth year’s shirt.

Before the teachers had any time to react;

‘FOOOOD FIGHT!’ Colin Creevey was standing on the table, toast in hand.

Although some of the girls and quite a few well preened boys dived under the tables, another group put their arms over there heads, one person even going so far as to conjure a bubble head charm; the majority of the students grabbed whatever food was nearest and began to throw wildly.

Hermione watched in horror, she felt sick in the stomach at the vast amount of food that was about to be wasted and the amount of calories that were about to become airborne.

Before any targets were struck, the edible aeroplanes seemed to freeze midair. Toast muffins, fruit, all the food was suspended above them. Everyone stared around in confusion.

Dumbledore was standing up at the teacher’s table, wand aloft and to Hermione’s surprise her was chuckling.

Dumbledore still chuckling addressed the hall.

‘Unfortunately a food fight is bound to occur at least once a decade, it seems it is always a temptation to young minds. However I think we will all find this delicious food more useful in our bellies.’

 

*       *

 

Draco

Draco had positively had it up to here with being ticked off because of Granger.

He positively refused to believe she’d publicly humiliated her like that.

He’d been trying to breach the eating issue, the one she’d turned into a taboo topic, and she’d turned him into a walking meal!

So foul was his mood that after snapping at his Arithmancy teacher, he turned an innocent first years nose into pumpkin.

I’ll show her, I’ll get her back.

She won’t even see it coming.

Still seething, he began to plan in his head a way to make Granger wish she’d never ever crossed him...

… The first step of which was to cool off and relax a little so he could perform his vengeance with a clear mind…

*      *

Hermione

Hermione was in a fit of animosity.

I can’t believe he dared make a remark like that in front of my friends!

She was steadily trying to fool them that she was becoming healthier and he comes along smugly and tries to sabotage all her hard work.

Harassing her alone was one thing, but messing with her while her friends watched was another.

A whole different fucking Quidditch pitch!

More of that  “You should eat” bullshit again! Simply an excuse to wind me up…

Oh, I’ll get him back; I’ll make him wish he was curled under his covers, being comforted by his mummy.

When classes finished Hermione decided a bath was in order. A nice hot bubble bath to give her a lucid mind and allow her to contrive an arrangement, to make the damn sod known as Malfoy, feel as insignificant as possible.

She scowled at the mirror, at her hideously overstuffed body before plunging into her intensely bubbled bath.

I think all my hard work to become Prefect has paid off, just for this…

When she was finished, she dressed slowly and to her horror, when she opened the door, her hair still damp and her shirt clinging to her dewy skin, she was faced with no other than the very person she was to a great extent trying to avoid.

‘What are you doing here?’ she demanded acrimoniously, her body language similar to that of a cornered animal.

Malfoy’s pointy face looked shocked for an instant. ‘In point of fact, I was going to take a bath an hour ago but this bathroom was occupied. So I tried again,’ his face was getting angrier and angrier. ‘Not only have you humiliated me today but you took up my precious bath time!’

Oh, the git, oh, the unendurable goyt, oh, I’ll kill him…

‘What you did today-’

Malfoy glowered and thrust past into the marble floored bathroom.

Hermione gasped furiously and swung after him, pointing her finger accusingly.

‘You were going to let slip to the whole Gryffindor table-’

Malfoy threw his hands up. ‘I’M TRYING TO HELP YOU!’ For the first time ever Hermione heard him roar, really roar, a roar full of rough emotion. Gripping his hair in irritation, he kept talking, his voice calming mildly. ‘And you- you throw a goddamn pancake at me-’

Hermione slammed the door in anger, almost tempted to bash her own head against the heavy wooden frame.

‘Don’t you start this shit again!’ She shouted. ‘For all I care you should leave me the hell alone, you pin-dicked, elf kicking prat!’

She was panting heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

Malfoy was puffed up to his full height. ‘Oh yeah Granger, so you can keep starving? Let everyone watch you die?’ His voice was utterly drenched with ferocity. He was shaking all over.

‘SHUT UP!’ Hermione was advancing on him, certain her vexation could grow no larger.

She was wrong.

‘You’re going to pay for humiliating me.’ Draco was progressing toward her, his wrath echoing hers.

She was stamping her feet, making wild gestures with her hands, her damp hair frizzling to the very tips. ‘You- you have no right Malfoy,’ her voice fractured, ‘absolutely no right to even-’

-You’re deplorable Ganger, the way you-’

‘- and that stunt you pulled today-’

'- I don’t even know why they-’

Both voices had risen to deafening shouts, their noses were almost touching, as they cursed and shrieked

‘-useless-’

‘dismal -

‘-ineffective-’

‘-I abhor you-’

‘-I can’t even begin-‘

Hermione’s hand rose of it’s own accord; Malfoy reacted before she even got a chance to move, catching it firmly midair, his eyes red hot, his left hand coiling into a fist.

 She swore at him loudly, stepping intentionally on his leather clad foot. Malfoy swerved his leg around hers angrily, unbalancing her, his grip burning her skin tightly, she clawing furiously at his shoulder and then with entirely no clue how’d it had happened, they were kissing.

And just as before Hermione felt herself burning up with the sheer energy between them. She felt weak at the knees. She found her arms had wound around his neck and just like before he was pulling her closer.

The heat of her anger had quickly transformed into the heat of their bodies.

All her bewilderment melted as her body sunk lower into her own desires. All the desperation and rage at the situation, everything that had passed so far between them, everything that had happened up until this point, was put forcefully and tenderly into that kiss.

And he seemed to be responding in the same way. She could feel his hand bunched urgently into a fist on her shirt and his long fingers running through and pulling on her long damp hair.

Her hands roamed his back and she pulled him closer, shocked to discover her trembling fingers unbuttoning his shirt.

Caught, completely and unalterably trapped in the moment, she didn’t protest when she felt her shirt being discarded just like his.

Bare skin touching bare skin, Hermione felt as though a current, thrilling beyond belief, was cursing in her veins, like an injection straight to her core. She felt a pleasant warmth flush her whole body.

Malfoy looked spectacular, his hair was tangled and his skin appeared golden in the candlelight.

The rational part of her brain knew she was acting stupidly, dim-witted and obtuse, she was making a massive mistake, crossing an invisible line; soon she’d open a door she wouldn’t be able to return through.

However she hadn’t listened to that reasonable part of her brain for a long time.

The part of her brain that was allowing her to give in to starvation, was allowing her to give in to lust.

Reason was lost, she’d felt so confused, anxious and depressed for so many weeks and Malfoy, however much she hated him, awoke a fire within her, a fire sputtering and flickering, trying desperately to stay alive, a fire which she secretly wanted to keep aflame.

Their magnificent kiss deepened, their bodies entwining. All she could feel, all she could smell, was him. Her senses were overwhelmed.

 
Hermione had vanished into the glorious heat and had no urge to claw her way out.

 

 

 

I've been internetless for 2 months. In Darwin travelling wow. I will give a big long detailed descritpion plus pics when I'm back home sometime this week.

And I promise I will type up the chapters of Perfection I wrote while I was away. PROMISE!!!

Can't wait to catch up with you all. :)

I didn't take as long this time. :) Lots of typo's though so please forgive. Make sure you didn't mis chapter 23!

Chapter 24



First Taste

I do not struggle
In your web
Because it was my
Aim to get caught


Chapter title and lyrics from the song "The First Taste" by Fiona Apple. She's amazing.

Enjoy!

Hermione

 

Hermione felt terrible and gluggy, so sick that she felt like she was going to throw up.

Why did I do that? Why, why did I eat all that food, I knew I’d regret it afterwards.

I feel like I’m going to burst.

Why do I do this to myself?

In her brain she knew it was well past the time that she should have tried eating normally, tried to seek some help but she just couldn’t do either.

Everyone knows.

People were starting to look at her in the hallways, people who knew her offering food at every meal, they were discreet and she had a feeling they simply thought she was ill.

She hoped to Merlin that they didn’t know it was an illness of her own making.

She’d devised more ways to hide it. She wore baggier clothes, she cut her meals up to make them look eaten, she’d talk a lot while people were eating to distract them from her own lack of food consumption. She’d even started to eat meals and disappear to the bathroom afterwards.

I disgust myself.

To her own horror her weight had crept back from the edge, she’d put on a few kg’s as a result of the meals she ate to please her friends.

The most redundant thing of all was that she tried to hide her weight from others, knowing that in their disillusioned state they found her too thin, while she felt herself to be expanding.

Some days she felt too depressed to be able to starve herself but too flat to bring herself to eat.

She was stuck in limbo and was starting to lose control.

It’s as if this whole thing has gone on too long that I can barely find the energy not to eat.

But I’m still terrified of food.

Fasting made her exhausted and when she was exhausted she’d find it hard to resist the food set before her.

On top of that, was the murky cloud around her head of sheer pointlessness. She tried hard to shake it but to no avail.

She felt distanced from reality, like there was some sort of invisible fog, separating her from everything.

Harry, Ron and Ginny were able to breach it. She’d have moments of clarity that kept her going.

The scariest thing of all was that when she was near Malfoy. Intolerable Malfoy, stupid git Malfoy, she regained her clarity.

And the look, that damn confusing look he’d given he her when he’d charmed her back to her original weight.

She could hardly describe the pure sticky horror and disgust she’d been bathed in when she’d suddenly swollen back to original weight.

It hadn’t even clicked with her that this particular charm was not permanent. She’d wanted to tear the fat off her skin, tears Malfoy’s face off, peel the layers off her fat stomach and then cut of Malfoy’s-

And then he gave me that look.

Admiration tinged with desire.

She knew she couldn’t deny she’d seen the same desire flit into his eyes before. There was no denying it anymore. They’d gone to far, breached too many boundaries.

We’ve kissed for Merlin’s sake!

Oh god, oh god.

But never, in all the perplexity and uncertainty had he admired her body before, only let his eyes brush over it with disgust, confusion and annoyance.

However he’d admired her body.

My pre-anorexia body.

And if he hates the way my body is now, what on earth is it that lets that damned lust even cross his mind in the first place?

She shook her head in an attempt to shake out all thoughts of him, which was hard when she swore he kept looking at her from across the Great Hall.

‘You ok Hermione? You look sick.’ Ron’s voice brought her back to her uncomfortable, post-massive-breakfast stomach.

She nodded impassively. Her eyes fleeting up for a moment to catch Malfoy’s. He looked determined and smug.

Don’t look Hermione.

And as she tore her eyes away an involuntary thought seeped into her mind.

Perhaps I should allow myself to get to a healthy weight, not my original, that was far too fat, but perhaps I should give healthy another shot.

And then she saw the girl.

 

# # #

Draco

‘Oh Merlin Draco, stop looking at Granger.’ Draco’s head shot up at Blaise’s words. ‘Did you talk to her? I mean apart from turning each other into walking mutations?’

A shadow crossed Draco’s face. ‘I wasn’t looking at her and yes I tried. I told you, she’s beyond hope.’

Blaise groaned and put down his goblet. ‘I guess you were right then. I should have known, just because you guys snogged-’ Draco made a face. ‘Oh, shut up you did! The point is, I guess your snogging doesn’t mean she’ll listen to you.’

Blaise was silent for a while.

Draco wasn’t happy with his results at trying to get Granger to listen.

I should have tried harder.

Instead of ogling her.

Blaise brought his goblet to his lips and looked at his copy of the Daily Prophet, the escaped madmen was strewn across the front page. ‘By the way, Millicent wanted me to ask you if you wanted to go to Hogsmeade next time round?’

Draco scowled. ‘That’s months away.’ Besides does she really think I’ll fraternize with her after what she did to Hermione.

He put his head in his hands, thinking angrily to himself.

Oh that’s right, how could I be silly? Blaise is the only one who knows I’m capable of feeling.

 Everyone one else is still convinced Granger and I hate each other’s guts, probably including her.

Hell, even I can barely swallow it.

Millicent probably thought we’d have a good laugh about her beating up Granger for no good reason.

I’m just sorry I didn’t pummel her for it.

 

#  #  #

Hermione

Hermione envied the way the girl’s arms didn’t squish against her body; there was a definite gap, even when she held her arms loosely at her sides.

She knew the girl. A Hufflepuff in the year below her, she was a do-gooder and an excellent. Hermione had even leant the girl her old Muggle studies notes and she’d bought several S.P.E.W badges.

Hermione had always noticed the girl’s (was her name Sophie?) slender figure but had put it down to genetics. What she saw now made her blood unexplainably boil.

The slender blonde was sitting at breakfast refusing point blank any of the food her friends offered.

Jealousy stabbed at Hermione.

Followed by her own feelings of incompetence.

Does she have an eating disorder?

Why have I never noticed before?

She’s so much thinner than me!

Does she know about my eating problems?

Does she judge me and think I’m too fat to have anorexia?

Which I am!

And then.

I was here first!

Hermione scowled as the girls friends waved food tantalizingly before her and she refused with a wave of her hand and a shake of her head.

Hermione could see the want in her eyes, it was obvious she wanted to eat but she refused.

Not even any attempt to hide the fact she’s not eating.

Almost like she’s waving it in front of my face.

Hermione’s own stuffed feeling almost overwhelmed her.

I will beat this girl. I will become skinnier than her. I will show her I have the willpower to go harder than her.

Once Hermione’s competitive nature kicked in there was nothing stopping her.

For the rest of the day she had nothing but water.

Whenever she saw this girl in the halls (it seemed to have suddenly started happening constantly) she’d feel a wrench of annoyance in her guts, like a hand had reached inside her and was trying to take something out again.

This girl has taken my own coping mechanism and claimed it as her own.

And I can’t deal with that.

At lunch and dinner the girl refused every bite, not one single nibble.

That night Hermione barely worked on her charms essay but jogged around the castle as part of Prefect duty.

The next day neither girls ate a thing.

Thoughts of Malfoy were pushed from her mind as she felt the desperate need to rid herself of the kg’s she’d gained.

Her thoughts were on nothing but food and how to avoid it. She was spinning all too fast into the familiar spiral.

This girl was not the cause of her submission to a relapse, Hermione knew that, only the catalyst and it was with a small feeling of triumph when the next day, she saw the skinny Hufflepuff girl tucking into a big breakfast.

She gave in.

I feel empty. I have my self-control back.

Hermione pushed herself through the next day, feeling ill, headachy and faint, while the Hufflepuff ate at every meal.

The cloud was settling around Hermione thicker than ever before.

And when she’d finally given into a light salad, an hour later she ran into the very same Hufflepuff girl she’d been wordlessly challenging.

The girl smiled up at her, holding out her all too skinny wrist, to which was attached a hand.

‘Hermione Granger,’ her tone was warm and friendly. ‘I’m Sophia Orthia, you leant me your old muggle studies notes one year.’

She’s oblivious that I’ve silently been competing with her…

Hermione felt almost annoyed.

‘Anyway I know you started S.P.E.W and I was wondering if you wanted to make a donation to my cause?’

Hermione was slightly taken aback. ‘Yeah?’ She smiled at Sophia but her eyes had been drawn to Sophia’s protruding collarbones. And then in shock Hermione realized what she was doing.

I’m judging her!

Oh, how horrible.

Sophia however didn’t notice. ‘In muggle studies we’ve been studying how their charities are similar to ours. And I decided I’d participate- I mean, you’d know all about them of course- I’m doing the 48-hour famine. Would you like to donate?’

Hermione heart dropped, and she fumbled over her words as she quickly pulled out her coin purse. ‘Of-of course!’

She pressed an entire galleon into Sophia’s hand. ‘Well- well done on sticking to it. I – I couldn’t have done it – I mean- I hope you get a lot of donations.’

Sophia thanked her hugely and left, stopping a group of Ravenclaws on the way to ask for donations.

Hermione are you mad! You’d take any excuse to starve yourself.

Even competing with another girl starving for a good cause, all because you let your stupid jealousy – which shouldn’t even be there- get in the way.

Hermione was positively scolding herself.

Merlin forbid I notice another person with an eating disorder at Hogwarts or we’ll undoubtedly be the death of one another.

# # #

Harry

‘Harry?’

Harry leant over and kissed Seamus on the lips.

‘Yeah?’

The pair were basking lazily in the sun, potions homework strewn forgotten behind them.

‘Is Ron really thinking of asking Parvarti out?’

Harry laughed worriedly. ‘I certainly hope not, although at least Parvarti would be more tolerable than Lavender.’ He stroked Seamus’ hair absentmindedly. ‘I don’t think I could handle it if Ron and Hermione fight again. Once per year is enough for me. Especially in Hermione’s … state…’

Seamus laughed. ‘Hermione might do to Ron what she did to Malfoy the other day. I would have loved to have seen Malfoy with dreadlocks and things sprouting from his face.’

Harry snickered. ‘She told me about that… I’m sure she’d do something terrible to Ron. Forget charm on his face, she’d probably transfigure his-’

Seamus kissed him. ‘Please I don’t want to imagine – that – not when I have you right here.’

Harry smiled and kissed Seamus back, and then he sighed. The Slytherin Quidditch team were marching down to the Quidditch pitch, most of them scowled at Harry and Seamus “The Golden Gryffindor couple.”, making hissing noises at Harry.

This was all normal; Blaise and Ginny had done nothing to stop the majority of Slytherins hating Harry.

What struck Harry as odd was that instead of glaring or taunting Malfoy, of all people, was simply looking at him thoughtfully, almost like he couldn’t make his mind up about something.

Harry’s insides squirmed uneasily; he shook his head, memories coming back to him of Malfoy staring at the Gryffindor table at breakfast, not just at the Gryffindor table but quite obviously at one Gryffindor in particular. Hermione.

The question was why?

And it certainly couldn’t be anything good.

Harry turned away from the Slytherins and back to Seamus.

‘Is it just me,’ he began slowly, ‘or was Malfoy watching Hermione at breakfast?’

Seamus wriggled into Harry’s lap and lay down. ‘Dunno,’ he murmured, smiling sleepily at Harry. ‘I didn’t pay attention, I was too busy looking at you.'

 

( Short Story - God's Walk The Streets )

 

( Short Story- Marzipan )

I think this chapter is crappy. Judge for yourself.  Chap 24 is written, just needs typing.

Chapter 23

Criminal( CHAPTER 23 - Criminal )

Happy birthday KT! Heres the completed chapter of Perfection and ONE DAY -sometime this year, I'll write your oneshot.

I hope it's ok.


Chapter 22


Not About Love

( Chapter 22 - Not About Love )

 Happy Birthday hpaddicted_09! Sorry your present is late but you know what I'm like!

It doesn't have anything to do with Harry Potter, it's just sorta what came out when I thought  "I need to write a story..." but I hope you like it anyway

( Story - Fillers )

Happy birthday deirdre_shojo

Sorry it's a bit late, i'ts not a Draco/Hermione but I just kinda ran with what my creativity told me. I don't think it's very good (but I guess I never do)

I've no idea if it's your genre or anything but I hope you enjoy regardless.

 

( Bubbles (Story) )

By the way I'm not sure if some of you know I have another HPFF account apart from AnEmptyPromise (it depends on how you found out about Perfection/Bonesinspire I guess)

http://www.harrypotterfanfiction.com/viewuser.php?showuid=39357

But I'll probably be moving all the stories in Box_Of_Souls onto the AnEmptyPromise account or at least only posting my new stories onto AnEmptyPromise.

But I'm still attached to Box_Of_Souls. It's a catchy name and now I feel like I'm betraying Box_Of_Souls. I wish everyone knew that we were the same writer! Then I could use both without feeling guilty about cheating on one with the other.





Oh dear lord, I need to sleep before I try to microwave my undies or something.

Bahaha. I found another random story!



Golly gosh, if there is this much stuff on my computer I've forgotten about, imagine how many random stories must I have hidden in my room?

Another random peice of writing I found. I wrote this a year or so ago for a friends b'day.

( Raunchy poem )

I just found a bunch of drabbles, poems and half written stories I'd forgotten I'd written on my computer. I randomly clicked on them and I'm like WTF I barely remember writing that.

"Do you realise Ewan McGregor just walked into your bedroom?He's shirtless..."

Yum.

Newcastle Christmas bus, Weird enough sober but I got on it the first and last time I was completely high off my head, I get on the bus and the short busdriver lady wearing elf ears gives me a lolly and then I sit at the back and jingle bells is on the radio. Soooo weird, I was so off my head and so confused.

Apart from that I've seen loads of weird stuff on buses, I've been yelled at by old people plenty of times for talking to friends, I've seen mad people talking to themselves and drunk people being arseholes, I've been on a train when the dude announced 'attention passengers please remain calm and get off the train' (someone had lit a fire). But the most memorable is still the christmas buss high.

Baha No wonder I have writers block...look how unorganised my writing is! ( My writing book vomitted )

So I've written just enough to make a new chapter (9 pages) but I personally think my writing has been absolute crap for this chapter. So I'm gonna drag my ass on the computer tommorow after work and type it up, I'll put it on my LJ first and get some feedback.

And if you guys agree its crap, tell me to haul my butt back to the desk and write something better.

I haven't written anything since October!

I promise I'll start on the new chap of Perfection tonight. Cross my fingers I'll write at least a page....

http://au.youtube.com/watch?v=LNW3t74lvA4


Parties.