Disclaimer: HP is not mine.
Sorry to everyone who was reading my other story "You are Having a WHAT?!"…I just kind of lost my inspiration…but I may pick it back up…I really don't know right now.
Hopefully this new story and new pairings draws some attention…I decided to change things up a bit.
Anyway…welcome…and enjoy!
Thinking
Hermione sat in Potions class with her head resting in her hands, thinking. It was very unorthodox for Hermione to not be paying any attention to Snape's grueling lecture, but for Hermione had way too many things on her mind. These things she thought about were all centered around a certain blonde haired, grey eyed boy.
Draco Malfoy was a complete git. Not only had he completely harassed, and embarrassed Hermione for the last six years, but now that he was Head Boy, and she Head Girl, she had to deal with him every single day. That thought brought her deeper into her stupor, making her face heat up from sheer anger. Hermione could not believe Dumbledore had made him Head Boy, and except for his impeccable grades, saw no reason he was even a prefect to begin with. He was simply, she decided on a single syllable word, a git.
Completely consumed by her thoughts of obsessive hatred for the blonde boy, Hermione failed to hear the professor say her name, four times, in his rather sharp, threatening voice.
"For bloody Merlin's sake Hermione pay attention!" Ron jabbed her in the ribs, bringing her back to conscious life. Hermione thought how ironic it was that Ron would be the one to tell her to pay attention.
"Thank you for that mature assessment Weasley. I am sure your house will also thank you for the ten points you just lost them. And on the first day too…what a pity." Snape sneered momentarily at Ron before adverting his attention to Hermione. "As for you Granger, I would think that as Head Girl you would be setting the fine example you are expected to be…seems Dumbledore may have slipped up with his judgment of your capabilities. Perhaps I should have a word with him?" Snape full out smirked.
"No sir. I mean, I am sorry Professor Snape." Hermione immediately countered in an alarmed tone. "I was just…thinking Professor." Her face flushed. Why had she said that?
"Thinking Miss Granger?" Hermione heard a snort come from the direction of Draco Malfoy himself. Ron followed her gaze and gave the offending git a death stare.
'SO scared Weaslebee!' Draco mouthed the words slowly before presenting Ron with an offending hand gesture. Ron grimaced, his face an unattractive shade of red. It was Hermione's turn to poke him.
"Calm down Ron." She whispered before turning back toward the Professor. "Yes sir, thinking. I was thinking that starting with the Polyjuice Potion is a very interesting way to start this year." She searched blindly for the second half of her bluff. "I have been very interested with it since fourth year with Moody." She rambled, pink rising in her cheeks.
Snape thought momentarily, decision resting on his features. "Ten points Miss Granger, and be sure to do your 'thinking' outside of my class." This time Malfoy laughed audibly, receiving several more glares from the Gryffindor section.
"That was close Hermione," Ron spewed after running out of the dungeons at the end of class. "I was sure he was going to pull that Head Girl badge right off your chest." His face suddenly turned red at the mention of her chest. Ron and Hermione were in the early stages of dating.
"Come on Ron, you know he can't do that." She replied, smiling coyly at his blush. "And its really ok for you to mention my…chest." He blushed a deeper red, making Hermione giggle.
"Well look at you two love birds." Ron and Hermione both went rigid. "Been snogging the mud blood lately Weaslebee?" Draco smirked, causing Ron's red blush to turn to rage.
"Malfoy you prat—" Ron was cut off by Hermione's hand on his face.
"Calm down Ron." She soothed.
"Look at that Weaslebee." Draco continued. "Your own personal anger management."
"Malfoy would you just shut the fuck up!" Hermione drew her wand swiftly. "Or do I have to do it for you?" She smiled sweetly.
Draco put his hands up in surrender. "Calm down Granger I'm just poking a little fun." He mused. "I'll see you tonight in the common room. Then you can show me all your aggression in a more…private way." He winked, turned on his heel, and stalked off leaving too extremely pissed off Gryffindors in his wake.
"Why that sodding piece of—"
"Ron!" Hermione punched his shoulder playfully. "Don't let him get to you so easily. You know he just feeds on it." Hermione glanced at Draco's retreating form. "He's just a complete git anyway…the git." She clenched her fingers around her wand, half-tempted to throw a hex at him.
"Hermione." Ron took her wand hand, kissing her fingers. "Don't let him get to you." He mocked. "You know he just feeds on it."
"Oh sod off Ronald!" She pushed him playfully.
He pushed her back, with a little more force. "Why the abuse Granger." He toyed, using her last name with sarcasm. He pushed her again, this time against the wall, loosely pinning her.
"What happened with your modesty Mr. Weasley?" She played along, bringing her hands up to rest lightly on his chest and taking his robes to pull him closer.
"I guess I lost it when my totally hot girlfriend momentarily lost her temper." He whispered into her ear, sending shivers down her spine.
Hermione leaned in to kiss him chastely, not intending to snog him in the very public hallway. Ron had nothing of it, tightening his grip on her waist and leaning into the kiss. At first, Hermione was uncomfortable kissing in public, but as the bell rang for the start of second period, which was a free period for both Ron and Hermione, she relaxed a bit, knowing no one would catch her acting less like Head Girl than was to be expected.
Ron deepened the kiss, bringing his hand up to the small of her back and pulling her in closer. His tongue rubbed against her bottom lip, pleading for entrance, which she only slightly hesitated to oblige. He pushed her harder into the wall, kissing her roughly now, not caring if anyone saw him with his gorgeous woman.
Hermione had just started to relax into his kiss when he abandoned her lips, moving to her neck. "Ron." She whispered, overcome when he found her sensitive spot and began to suck on it tenderly. "Ron…I think we should stop now." She pushed gently on his chest. He hesitated only for a moment before continuing to kiss her neck.
"Really Ron, I want to stop now." She pushed with a little more force. Ron pulled away, leaving his face just inches from hers.
"Sorry Hermione, you just taste so good." He growled. She gasped, now wondering if she really wanted him to stop. He smiled, leaning in to kiss her neck again, this time with a little more force. He knew he would leave his mark on her.
She started to relax again, letting herself enjoy the moment of bliss. He moved his hand to her forearm, brushing the side of her breast through her robes. She gasped at the sudden jump her stomach made. Ron had never been touched her there. He groaned, pulling her even closer, leaning into her body.
That's when reality hit Hermione. She felt his arousal on her stomach. "Ron, stop!" she pushed him away with magical force this time, knocking him against the other wall.
"Fuck Hermione." He grimaced, rubbing his back. "What was that for?"
"Sorry Ron, I'm just, not ready…I mean…I do like you…a lot. But, I'm not ready to…" she was unable to finish her sentence, looking at her feet. She rubbed the spot he had just marked her, covering it with her tie. Realization came to Ron as he moved to pull his robes over his obvious arousal.
"Sorry Hermione. I know. I won't push you. I'm sorry." He stammered.
"It's fine Ron." She took his hand as a sign that she wasn't angry. "Let's go find Harry and Ginny ok?" she offered.
"Sure baby." He kissed her forehead and picked up both their bags, handing Hermione hers. She smiled sweetly at him as they walked down the corridor to find that other happy couple.
Draco threw his books, unceremoniously on the floor of his room, throwing himself on his bed. That Hermione Granger knew how to push his buttons. The unruly Mud Blood. He was deep in thought about how to torture that bushy haired Gryffindor when he heard a knock on his bedroom door.
"What is it Blaise?" he said knowingly, having given only him the password to the Head Dorms.
"May I come in?" his muffled voice sounded through the door.
"Sure Blaise, hold on a sec." Draco leaped over his bag and the overflowing contents and grabbed the handle of the door, yanking it open. "What gives?" he raised his eyebrows.
"Parkinson." Blaise whispered, as if she could hear him. "She keeps following me everywhere. The girl practically attacked me today at dinner." He stepped in Draco's room, glancing behind him to make sure that stalker had not followed him here.
"Calm down lover boy. That harpy is definitely not here." Malfoy smirked. "trouble in paradise?"
"What paradise?" Blaise plopped on the bed. "She's a fucking nightmare! No wonder you dumped that bitch." He put his hands over his eyes. "She wants to do everything together. Merlin Draco I can't even eat without her attached to my side." Blaise complained.
"Then why don't you just…I don't know…dump her?" Draco laughed aloud.
"I tried man." He suddenly sat up, throwing his hands in the air, almost catching Draco's face."
"Bloody hell Blaise, control yourself." He ducked out of reach.
"Sorry." He mumbled. "But that girl, she just can't take a hint." Blaise went on about how much of a bitch she was and how clingy she was and blah blah blah…Draco was getting sick and tired of his whining.
"Just do this Blaise," he finally cut into his best friend's incessant complaining, "hook up with her best friend, and make sure she sees it." Blaise cocked his eyebrow at him.
"That's it? Just a snogging session with Daphne and I'm done?" Blaise questioned, a glint of hope in his eyes.
"They don't call me the Prince of Darkness for nothing." Draco shrugged.
"Who the hell calls you the Prince of Darkness?" Blaise smiled coyly, even allowing himself to laugh.
"Shut up Blaise." Draco snapped, but then softened his tone. "My point is, yes, it will work."
"Yeah well, it better. I don't think I can deal with another spew of how ugly every other girl in this school is compared to Pansy fucking Parkinson." Blaise stood up suddenly.
"Where are you going?" Draco asked.
"To find Daphne; this ends now." Blaise set a determined look on his face, striding to the door.
"Good luck mate." Draco called to his retreating form. "You will need it." He said more to himself, smirking for perhaps the tenth time today.
He laid back down on his bed, thinking about that bushy haired Gryffindor…
Ok here it is…mind you…this is still a dramione…but of course the plot has to thicken a bit before they get together. Please read and review. Criticism welcomed, bashing discouraged.
Red Fox, out!