Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, they belong to J.K Rowling. I
only own the plot.
N/A: Thanks to Kira (Danish-girl) for correcting this chapter.
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Chapter 1: Hermione's Dream
"Now, now, there you are Granger", said a voice behind Hermione, she looked up and turned around and saw that it was her archenemy Draco Malfoy. He was looking at her from across the room.
She was sitting at a table in big, cold library, alone, studying of course, with open books covering the table, and felt very annoyed by this interruption.
"Geez, what does he want now?" she thought to herself.
"I've been looking all over the castle for you and you were just so hard to find, I'd never guessed you'd be in the library," he said with overdone sarcasm.
"Not quite for the academy," Hermione snapped, "but since you have interrupted my Potions homework, you might as well tell me what you it is that you want," continued she. He walked slowly closer, looking like he owned the world; he sat down by the table, right next to Hermione. She could feel his arm next to hers.
"Hmm, Potions homework, is it that silly essay you're working on? Snape came to our common room last night and told us that we don't have to do that, and by we, I mean the Slytherins," said Draco in a supercilious voice.
Hermione frowned "What? You're off the hook?" asked Hermione, feeling the anger building up inside, "that bastard," she thought, not that she minded writing essays, but how dared Professor Snape give only half the class homework?
All this seemed a bit irrelevant since Draco had just put his hand on her one thigh. Hermione shivered.
"W-what are you do...?"
Draco stopped her by putting one of his fingers on her lips. "Shh, mudblood," Draco whispered. Hermione wanted to react to this insult, but was distracted by Draco's hand moving towards her private parts.
She felt her hands tremble and her throat cramp. Draco turned her head, forcing her to look at him. She was staring into his blue eyes.
"Wow, his eyes are really like sapphires," she thought, remembering how she had overheard Pansy saying that just the other day, "and his scent, ooh so sweet, his touch, so soft, feather-like...can't breathe..." she thought and a second after she realized what was going on.
"Wow, hold on, wait, what do you think you are doing", she suddenly said while getting up from her seat. Draco got up too grabbing her wrist tightly.
"Oh shut up, you know you want to," he said forcing her to sit on the table.
"But... but..." Hermione said.
"I said, shut up!" snapped Draco, tightening his grip around her wrist. Suddenly he turned soft like a kitten again and loosened his grip, and with his free hand he unbuttoned her robe. Hermione's heart was racing, her throat cramping and her hands trembling.
Draco's hands had now found their way under her blouse to her hips, and they were now caressing her skin there, but not for long, because he moved upwards as he started placing small, soft kisses on her collar. Hermione moaned.
"Ah, I see the mudblood is enjoying this," said Draco lifting his one eyebrow, and before Hermione could say anything, he was kissing her. A long soft, wet, deep kiss, leaving Hermione pleading for more inside. Draco kissed her again, the same deep kiss as before, and Hermione gave completely in to him, allowing herself to wrap her arms around him and running her fingers through his blond hair.
Draco kept leaving ticklish kisses dwelling on her raspberry coloured lips.
Soon the two of them were half undressed, lying on the table and making further out in the library.
"But Draco, what if someone sees us?" asked Hermione between two kisses.
"Shh, they won't..." he answered and continued kissing her and twirled her brown, wavy hair around his finger. Then he continued, "They're all at the Quidditch game."
"But Draco, shouldn't you be..." Hermione said.
"No more questions!" Draco snapped. Hermione, once again felt insulted, but forgot all about it when Draco placed another one of his divine kisses on Hermione's lips.
While being busy, Hermione and Draco fell from the table to the hard, cold floor.
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Suddenly Hermione woke up, gasping, "what a dream", she thought, smiling to herself.
"What are you smiling at honey?" said Ron, who was lying next to her, "Having hot dreams about me again?" Ron grinned and placed a kiss on Hermione's lips.
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Okay, what do you think? Please review, but be kind this is my first real fanfiction : )
N/A: Thanks to Kira (Danish-girl) for correcting this chapter.
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Chapter 1: Hermione's Dream
"Now, now, there you are Granger", said a voice behind Hermione, she looked up and turned around and saw that it was her archenemy Draco Malfoy. He was looking at her from across the room.
She was sitting at a table in big, cold library, alone, studying of course, with open books covering the table, and felt very annoyed by this interruption.
"Geez, what does he want now?" she thought to herself.
"I've been looking all over the castle for you and you were just so hard to find, I'd never guessed you'd be in the library," he said with overdone sarcasm.
"Not quite for the academy," Hermione snapped, "but since you have interrupted my Potions homework, you might as well tell me what you it is that you want," continued she. He walked slowly closer, looking like he owned the world; he sat down by the table, right next to Hermione. She could feel his arm next to hers.
"Hmm, Potions homework, is it that silly essay you're working on? Snape came to our common room last night and told us that we don't have to do that, and by we, I mean the Slytherins," said Draco in a supercilious voice.
Hermione frowned "What? You're off the hook?" asked Hermione, feeling the anger building up inside, "that bastard," she thought, not that she minded writing essays, but how dared Professor Snape give only half the class homework?
All this seemed a bit irrelevant since Draco had just put his hand on her one thigh. Hermione shivered.
"W-what are you do...?"
Draco stopped her by putting one of his fingers on her lips. "Shh, mudblood," Draco whispered. Hermione wanted to react to this insult, but was distracted by Draco's hand moving towards her private parts.
She felt her hands tremble and her throat cramp. Draco turned her head, forcing her to look at him. She was staring into his blue eyes.
"Wow, his eyes are really like sapphires," she thought, remembering how she had overheard Pansy saying that just the other day, "and his scent, ooh so sweet, his touch, so soft, feather-like...can't breathe..." she thought and a second after she realized what was going on.
"Wow, hold on, wait, what do you think you are doing", she suddenly said while getting up from her seat. Draco got up too grabbing her wrist tightly.
"Oh shut up, you know you want to," he said forcing her to sit on the table.
"But... but..." Hermione said.
"I said, shut up!" snapped Draco, tightening his grip around her wrist. Suddenly he turned soft like a kitten again and loosened his grip, and with his free hand he unbuttoned her robe. Hermione's heart was racing, her throat cramping and her hands trembling.
Draco's hands had now found their way under her blouse to her hips, and they were now caressing her skin there, but not for long, because he moved upwards as he started placing small, soft kisses on her collar. Hermione moaned.
"Ah, I see the mudblood is enjoying this," said Draco lifting his one eyebrow, and before Hermione could say anything, he was kissing her. A long soft, wet, deep kiss, leaving Hermione pleading for more inside. Draco kissed her again, the same deep kiss as before, and Hermione gave completely in to him, allowing herself to wrap her arms around him and running her fingers through his blond hair.
Draco kept leaving ticklish kisses dwelling on her raspberry coloured lips.
Soon the two of them were half undressed, lying on the table and making further out in the library.
"But Draco, what if someone sees us?" asked Hermione between two kisses.
"Shh, they won't..." he answered and continued kissing her and twirled her brown, wavy hair around his finger. Then he continued, "They're all at the Quidditch game."
"But Draco, shouldn't you be..." Hermione said.
"No more questions!" Draco snapped. Hermione, once again felt insulted, but forgot all about it when Draco placed another one of his divine kisses on Hermione's lips.
While being busy, Hermione and Draco fell from the table to the hard, cold floor.
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Suddenly Hermione woke up, gasping, "what a dream", she thought, smiling to herself.
"What are you smiling at honey?" said Ron, who was lying next to her, "Having hot dreams about me again?" Ron grinned and placed a kiss on Hermione's lips.
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Okay, what do you think? Please review, but be kind this is my first real fanfiction : )