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Okay, so LUST is a sin. . .big deal! But we need to follow rules here right?. . . WRONG! Well, at least not for Draco and Hermione, do you think their conscience is enough to sustain their wanting for each other?. . . UH UH I DON'T THINK SO!. . . I don't blame them, I mean, who the hell can resist a guy who is such a hottie!?!
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"Why the hell am I thinking of him!" Hermione dived unto her bed, and covered her head with a pillow, and shouted loudly.
All day she had been trying to shut the thought of Draco Malfoy out of her mind. He just couldn't seem to go away. Hermione took her head out of under the pillow and stared at the ceiling.
What made her even think of him? It was the beginning of terms the next day and the first person to come into her mind was her enemy.
Hermione sat up.
"I've got to be screwed or something." Hermione stared into empty space, she couldn't help put let the thought of Draco take over. She couldn't stop it after all, and for a while, she didn't want to. She put a puzzled look on her face.
'I mean, he's conceited, arrogant, selfish, overconfident, not to mention. . .' she rampaged angrily through all his bad qualities. But she stopped for a while and examined Draco once again, and a thought she'd never think she'd think of came to mind.
A smile suddenly appeared, 'Sexy, handsome, and oh my god. . .' she stopped thinking, she didn't want to go any farther, but she let out a slightly swooned sigh.
"Oh my god! Am I actually getting turned on by him? What the hell?" she shouted, groaned loudly and laid on her bed again.
Was this what had happened to her over the summer? Her overflowing hatred for Draco suddenly turning into craving. . .wanting. . .needing?
"But you've got to admit, he is really sexy. . ." Hermione took time to think about what she said, groaned again and shouted into pillow.
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The next morning, Hermione had shut all of the thoughts of Draco out of her mind, woke up to a fresh morning, and went through her wardrobe.
A few minutes later, she found the right outfit, which had a really sexy ring to it.
A black leather mini skirt, black leather boots that reached her ankle, and a white tight blouse that had about 4 buttons unbuttoned. Hermione tied her hair up tight, applied gloss and smiled at herself in the mirror.
No one could blame Hermione for what she wore, she thought of it as growing up, being a teenager, and she was sure no one would mind. Another thing she liked was shorts and skirts, she loved her figure and didn't want to hide it all under robes. She had gotten perfect curves over the summer, her breasts were now perfectly shaped, she grew very tall, a perfect 5'6", and she wasn't going to let anyone put her down this year, she took her book bag, put it over her shoulder and smiled at herself once again, this time very confident and pretty.
Okay, so LUST is a sin. . .big deal! But we need to follow rules here right?. . . WRONG! Well, at least not for Draco and Hermione, do you think their conscience is enough to sustain their wanting for each other?. . . UH UH I DON'T THINK SO!. . . I don't blame them, I mean, who the hell can resist a guy who is such a hottie!?!
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"Why the hell am I thinking of him!" Hermione dived unto her bed, and covered her head with a pillow, and shouted loudly.
All day she had been trying to shut the thought of Draco Malfoy out of her mind. He just couldn't seem to go away. Hermione took her head out of under the pillow and stared at the ceiling.
What made her even think of him? It was the beginning of terms the next day and the first person to come into her mind was her enemy.
Hermione sat up.
"I've got to be screwed or something." Hermione stared into empty space, she couldn't help put let the thought of Draco take over. She couldn't stop it after all, and for a while, she didn't want to. She put a puzzled look on her face.
'I mean, he's conceited, arrogant, selfish, overconfident, not to mention. . .' she rampaged angrily through all his bad qualities. But she stopped for a while and examined Draco once again, and a thought she'd never think she'd think of came to mind.
A smile suddenly appeared, 'Sexy, handsome, and oh my god. . .' she stopped thinking, she didn't want to go any farther, but she let out a slightly swooned sigh.
"Oh my god! Am I actually getting turned on by him? What the hell?" she shouted, groaned loudly and laid on her bed again.
Was this what had happened to her over the summer? Her overflowing hatred for Draco suddenly turning into craving. . .wanting. . .needing?
"But you've got to admit, he is really sexy. . ." Hermione took time to think about what she said, groaned again and shouted into pillow.
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The next morning, Hermione had shut all of the thoughts of Draco out of her mind, woke up to a fresh morning, and went through her wardrobe.
A few minutes later, she found the right outfit, which had a really sexy ring to it.
A black leather mini skirt, black leather boots that reached her ankle, and a white tight blouse that had about 4 buttons unbuttoned. Hermione tied her hair up tight, applied gloss and smiled at herself in the mirror.
No one could blame Hermione for what she wore, she thought of it as growing up, being a teenager, and she was sure no one would mind. Another thing she liked was shorts and skirts, she loved her figure and didn't want to hide it all under robes. She had gotten perfect curves over the summer, her breasts were now perfectly shaped, she grew very tall, a perfect 5'6", and she wasn't going to let anyone put her down this year, she took her book bag, put it over her shoulder and smiled at herself once again, this time very confident and pretty.