The wind brushed across the night, singing to the crystal waves. Hermione
meandered down the shore barefooted, feeling the sand sift between her
toes. She sat at the base of a sand dune and wrapped her silk gown a little
tighter in defiance of the air's frigid breath.
The white material barely covered her slim frame but she didn't care. She gazed out at the black water lapping her ankles gently and sighed. Her mind was a massive pile of confusion, doubt and worry. She ran her palms along her fore arms in a fruitless attempt to warm herself.
Her ten-year reunion was this weekend and she hadn't laid eyes on neither Harry nor Ron since the trio had traveled through graduation together. She missed the two, she honestly did, it was just that. She placed her head in her hands, she didn't know, something in her universe was out of sync, but she didn't possess the ability to discern the culprit.
She shivered and suddenly felt a heavy fabric drape over her shoulders. She looked up, bemused, and found that no one was there. There was, however, a soft blanket. She gripped the material and dragged it around her body as she scanned her surroundings. No one, not a soul was with her, she was isolated with her musings.
"And I thought you were the intelligent one." A deep voice informed from directly behind her. She whirled around and came face to face with Draco Malfoy. "What are you doing here?" She whispered.
He smiled "I could ask you the same question." She narrowed her eyes "You followed me out here." She accused.
Draco laughed softly "Like I have nothing netter to do with my time than follow you."
Hermione sighed, becoming irritated "Then why are you out here?" His previous smile progressed to a grin "Swimming." He replied sweetly.
Hermione had not noticed before that moment that Draco was garbed only in swim trunks. "You swim in the middle of the night? Carrying a blanket?" She demanded incredulously.
He shrugged "Sure. Why not?"
She shook her head in bewilderment. She had not seen Malfoy in ten years either and from what she could see, which was pretty much the whole of his anatomy, he had grown quite nicely.
She blushed realizing how close together they were. She shifted slightly to put space between them. "Thank you."
Draco blinked "For what?"
"The blanket." Hermione gestured to the fabric draped about her form.
"You're welcome. So, why are you out here?"
"Thinking."
"About Potter and Weasley." Draco spat the names like a vile poison that had claimed all his friends and family and a bunch of furry animals.
Suddenly a fact occurred to Hermione "By the way, why are you helping me? You hate me remember?"
Draco smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her face "I never hated you, just Potter and Weasley. Those two buffoons had no business being near you."
"What about all the mud blood cracks?" She accused, trying to ignore his hand on her face.
"Publicity. The simple truth is that had I not called you mud blood my family, friends and the whole Slytherin House would have slaughtered me. But I don't care about them anymore." He wrapped his arm around her, destroying the space she had labored to achieve.
"So, why didn't you tell me at graduation?"
"You needed freedom, I gave it to you. But no more, you are mine and I have come for you."
"Excuse me?"
He placed his hands on her shoulders to look her squarely in the eye. "You, Hermione have always belonged to me, and now it is time to claim you."
"And how do you do that?" Her voice was quivering as her curiosity warred with her fear.
"I'll show you." He offered as he bent his head to brush her lips with his.
Hermione sat bolt right up in bed, a cold sweat breaking out over her forehead. It was a dream. Only a dream. She peered around her apartment thoughtfully. If only she knew where Harry was, or even Ron for that matter. She needed someone to talk to, someone of the feminine persuasion. Ginny. That's it, she could talk to Ginny. She walked over to her owl and scribbled a note on a piece of parchment describing her dream and her confusion. She sent the owl on it's way before returning to her bed, but slumber refused to embrace her.
Golden shards of sunlight sliced through Hermione's red velvet curtains as she sat up. Of course, she had just gone to sleep and it was morning. She heard a faint rustling on her windowsill and turned to address the noise. It was her owl. In it's talons it clung to a piece of torn parchment, the note from Ginny. Hermione lept up and scrambled to the owl, untied the paper and read the note.
How bizarre, Malfoy and you! Claiming? What the hell's that about? Oh well at least one fact in your dream was true we do have our ten year reunion tonight, see ya there! Ginny P.S. What beach was it?
Hermione smacked her forhead with her palm. Their ten year reunion was tonight! She had completely forgotten. She glanced at her clock. 7:30. She had a few hours. As she fed the exhausted owl and prepared herself to bathe she knew she couldn't wait to see Harry and Ron again... and maybe Draco too.
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The white material barely covered her slim frame but she didn't care. She gazed out at the black water lapping her ankles gently and sighed. Her mind was a massive pile of confusion, doubt and worry. She ran her palms along her fore arms in a fruitless attempt to warm herself.
Her ten-year reunion was this weekend and she hadn't laid eyes on neither Harry nor Ron since the trio had traveled through graduation together. She missed the two, she honestly did, it was just that. She placed her head in her hands, she didn't know, something in her universe was out of sync, but she didn't possess the ability to discern the culprit.
She shivered and suddenly felt a heavy fabric drape over her shoulders. She looked up, bemused, and found that no one was there. There was, however, a soft blanket. She gripped the material and dragged it around her body as she scanned her surroundings. No one, not a soul was with her, she was isolated with her musings.
"And I thought you were the intelligent one." A deep voice informed from directly behind her. She whirled around and came face to face with Draco Malfoy. "What are you doing here?" She whispered.
He smiled "I could ask you the same question." She narrowed her eyes "You followed me out here." She accused.
Draco laughed softly "Like I have nothing netter to do with my time than follow you."
Hermione sighed, becoming irritated "Then why are you out here?" His previous smile progressed to a grin "Swimming." He replied sweetly.
Hermione had not noticed before that moment that Draco was garbed only in swim trunks. "You swim in the middle of the night? Carrying a blanket?" She demanded incredulously.
He shrugged "Sure. Why not?"
She shook her head in bewilderment. She had not seen Malfoy in ten years either and from what she could see, which was pretty much the whole of his anatomy, he had grown quite nicely.
She blushed realizing how close together they were. She shifted slightly to put space between them. "Thank you."
Draco blinked "For what?"
"The blanket." Hermione gestured to the fabric draped about her form.
"You're welcome. So, why are you out here?"
"Thinking."
"About Potter and Weasley." Draco spat the names like a vile poison that had claimed all his friends and family and a bunch of furry animals.
Suddenly a fact occurred to Hermione "By the way, why are you helping me? You hate me remember?"
Draco smiled, brushing a strand of hair from her face "I never hated you, just Potter and Weasley. Those two buffoons had no business being near you."
"What about all the mud blood cracks?" She accused, trying to ignore his hand on her face.
"Publicity. The simple truth is that had I not called you mud blood my family, friends and the whole Slytherin House would have slaughtered me. But I don't care about them anymore." He wrapped his arm around her, destroying the space she had labored to achieve.
"So, why didn't you tell me at graduation?"
"You needed freedom, I gave it to you. But no more, you are mine and I have come for you."
"Excuse me?"
He placed his hands on her shoulders to look her squarely in the eye. "You, Hermione have always belonged to me, and now it is time to claim you."
"And how do you do that?" Her voice was quivering as her curiosity warred with her fear.
"I'll show you." He offered as he bent his head to brush her lips with his.
Hermione sat bolt right up in bed, a cold sweat breaking out over her forehead. It was a dream. Only a dream. She peered around her apartment thoughtfully. If only she knew where Harry was, or even Ron for that matter. She needed someone to talk to, someone of the feminine persuasion. Ginny. That's it, she could talk to Ginny. She walked over to her owl and scribbled a note on a piece of parchment describing her dream and her confusion. She sent the owl on it's way before returning to her bed, but slumber refused to embrace her.
Golden shards of sunlight sliced through Hermione's red velvet curtains as she sat up. Of course, she had just gone to sleep and it was morning. She heard a faint rustling on her windowsill and turned to address the noise. It was her owl. In it's talons it clung to a piece of torn parchment, the note from Ginny. Hermione lept up and scrambled to the owl, untied the paper and read the note.
How bizarre, Malfoy and you! Claiming? What the hell's that about? Oh well at least one fact in your dream was true we do have our ten year reunion tonight, see ya there! Ginny P.S. What beach was it?
Hermione smacked her forhead with her palm. Their ten year reunion was tonight! She had completely forgotten. She glanced at her clock. 7:30. She had a few hours. As she fed the exhausted owl and prepared herself to bathe she knew she couldn't wait to see Harry and Ron again... and maybe Draco too.
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