Will be sexual content later so only read if your 18, and if your not 18 then dont read, simple as peas :) . Hope you enjoy.
Hermione dragged her feet down the stairs, each step making a creaking noise she was sure could be heard through out the pitch black common room. She peaked across the room, straining her eyes to read the old grandfather clock standing in the corner. She made a humming noise as she realised that it was 11:30.
Absently she checked to see if her wand was still up her sleeve; even though she was only in her fifth year she was still causious especially with the number of attacks on the headmasters life already and with Voldemort and his followers gaining strength every day now. That was kind of the reason why she was sneaking out of her room in the middle of the night. To see if her best friend was in fact one of his followers; one of Voldemorts death eaters.
10 minutes later Hermione found herself in one of the many corridors that made up the school. She waited impatiently under a sleeping portriat tapping her foot in time with an old tune she hummed in her mind she was growing increasingly bored and frustrated, she knew she was going to be early but she still didn`t have to like it. The snores of the paintings making her own eyes slowly close while her mind was screaming at her to stay awake. Trying to think of something that would make her focus and not pass out before it was to late she started to list the ingredients to a potion they had to make next potions lesson.
Before Hermione could begin to name the reasons why mermaid tears should only be kept in a gold beaker, a noise and a flash of white caught her attention. Adrenalin coursed through her vains. Her eyes were wide open now as she descreatly slipped the wand into her waiting hand. She skimmed the corridor with her eyes which were already adjusted to the darkness. The sound of her hard breathing and racing heart was the only thing she could hear, the portraits long forgotten. Her body was stiff and waiting 'a cobra about to strike' she thought nearly making herself smile at the thought of being compared to a snake; how slytherin. From the corner of her eye the terrified yet calculating girl noticed a lean figure standing in one of the classroom doors. His silver eyes locking with hers, a look she could not describe shadowing his once striking features.
The name already on the tip of her tongue slipped out.
"Draco."
So there you have it! Review and tell me whether you think I should continue or not Im still not sure.
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