Hermione strolled down the brick paved road, glancing now and then at the shops she passed. She looked back at her checklist of things to buy.
Books…check. Quills…check. Ink…check. Parchment…Hermione stopped suddenly and pawed through the bags she was carrying. After a few moments, she pulled out a brand new roll.
Check. Robes…No.
Hermione looked ahead and saw Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. She picked up her heavy bags, and went inside. In front of her, were so many racks of robes, she could hardly see where she was supposed to walk. She squeezed her bags between them, and finally made her way to a small desk. An old woman sitting behind it, with her back turned towards her.
"Excuse me," asked Hermione politely. The lady turned around quickly.
"You scared me darling." She squeaked gasping loudly.
"Sorry," apologized a confused Hermione. "I just wanted to know where the women's section is."
"Right over there honey." She said sweetly. Hermione nodded smiling, and pulled her load over to the racks the woman pointed out. She put down her things and began to search through the clothes.
Wow. They definitely have a large selection. You can barely walk around in here.
She picked out a few new black robes, then looked around for the dressing rooms. She saw a small sign above the old woman. Hermione sighed, picked up her heavy bags, and pushed over towards the woman. All of the sudden, she felt her leg get caught on something, and she fell to the floor. Her bags flew out of her hands, and landed on the floor with a bang. The lady turned around quickly.
"You scared me again!" exclaimed the old woman. "Please stop doing that."
"I'm so sorry," said Hermione blushing. "I tripped on something, and I dropped my bags. I hate carrying them around." The woman's face softened.
"I'll hang onto them while you shop if you like." She said smiling. "And if you want to try something on, the dressing rooms are behind me."
"Thanks," said Hermoine. She carried the robes into one of the empty dressing rooms.
Draco Malfoy ran into Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. He pushed hurriedly through the racks of clothes, and once he was far enough back, he ducked down so no one could see him. He pushed his blond hair out of his face, and looked under the clothes at the door.
Please don't let him find me. Please don't let him find me.
All of the sudden the door opened. And a pair of sleek black boots stepped inside. His father's boots. They were still for a moment, then they turned around and left out the door. Draco breathed a sigh of relief. All of the sudden, he felt something hit his leg. And he saw a girl fall to the floor and her bags fly everywhere. Draco fled to the back of the store not bothering to help the girl up or even to see if she was hurt. He went towards the window and looked out side. He saw his father search for him in another store.
He'll be back. I need to find a safe place to hide. I can't stay here and risk being tripped over again. I'll go hide in one of the dressing rooms. He's not likely to look in there.
Draco stood up slowly, first making sure that his father was nowhere in sight. He quickly grabbed the first robe he saw and headed over to the dressing rooms.
"I need to try this on." He said to the lady at the desk. She looked from him to the robe he picked back to him again.
"If you say so." Squeaked the old woman. She pointed behind her, and Draco went quickly out of sight. He looked down at the robes he grabbed. It was a silky blue dress-robe, that resembled nightgown. Draco laughed to himself.
No wonder she looked at me funny.
Draco looked down the long row of stalls.
How can I tell if someone's in them with out pulling on every door handle?
All of the sudden he heard the door open again. Draco peeked out the door and saw his father come in once again.
I have to hide. I can't let him find me.
Draco pulled on the first door handle he saw.
"I'm in here!" said a girl's voice.
I don't have time to mess with this.
Draco whipped out his wand, and opened the lock on the door.
He threw open the door to reveal the girl who was in just a bra and underwear with her back towards him. He pushed her down and got on top of her before she could even turn around.
"Oww!" said the girl. Draco looked down at her, and his jaw dropped. There laying on the ground half naked was Hermione! She turned towards him angrily, but when she saw him, her eyes got wide.
"Malfoy?" She yelled. "What are you…" Draco threw his hand over her mouth, and struggled to keep her still. She was very strong for a girl, and once she almost escaped his grasp.
"Stop struggling!" he whispered as loudly as he dared. "I'm not going to hurt you, if you just keep quiet!" Hermione ignored him and struggled all the more. Finally, Draco pulled out his wand and pointed it at her nose. Hermione stopped moving. Her face was red with anger, and she looked as though she would kill him if he ever let her go. He lowered his wand. And moved closed to her.
"Listen to me." Draco said sternly, with his hand still on her mouth. "I'll let go of your mouth if you swear not to scream, do you hear me? You must not scream." Hermione stared at him for a moment, as though considering his offer.
She has definitely grown up over the summer. She's got everything in all the right places. She looks hot. No Draco! This is Hermione Granger. The mudblood, book worm that hangs out with Potty and Weasel. I can't think about her like that. It's not right!
Finally she nodded. Draco slowly removed his hand from her mouth, but stayed close to her, just in case. To his surprise, she didn't scream.
"What the hell are you doing?" she whispered. Her face was still red.
Should I tell her? I guess I have to really. I did tackle her almost naked in the dressing room. She'll have to know what's going on.
"I'm hiding," Draco sighed.
"From who?" Hermione asked. Draco looked at her. He was on top of her still, and she no longer struggled against it.
I'm so close to her, but she's not struggling. Does that mean she trusts me? I wish I could…
Draco mentally slapped himself.
No! Stop it! Stop thinking about her! It's not right!
"I'm hiding from my father," said Draco quietly. Hermione got a puzzled look on her face.
"Why," she whispered. Draco felt her breathing slow. Their faces were so close that their noses were almost touching. He looked in her eyes. They were deep brown color. Draco had never noticed it before. Her eyes almost seemed like they were looking through him. Seeing his thoughts and memories. The thought scared him. He turned away, as though he was afraid to look.
"Why do you want to know?" he questioned angrily.
"Hello!" she whispered loudly. "You burst into my dressing room, tackle me down and threaten to hurt me if I'm not quiet. Did you think that you could get away with that without me wondering why?"
Draco saw the logic in this, but he knew he couldn't tell her. He only knew her through Potter and Weasely, and he wasn't about to tell her his life story just because of this.
Draco sighed "I'm not going to…" All of the sudden he heard the door to the dressing rooms open. He leapt off Hermione and looked under the door. He saw his father's boots. He was looking for him.
Hermione saw Draco's eyes widen with fear as he looked under the door.
It must be his father! I wonder why he's hiding from him. What is he going to do?
Draco sat up thinking. His eyes darted around the room as though he was looking for an escape. For a second he glanced at Hermione, then he looked away. Suddenly his eyes sparkled, and he looked back at her.
"What?" she questioned. Draco suddenly started to take off his shirt. Hermione stared at him. They both could hear the heavy boots come closer towards their stall. Hermione looked around wildly
"What are you doing?" she mouthed to him. He looked at her for a second, then finished taking off his shirt.
Wow. He's not bad looking. He must have worked out over the summer quite a bit. He's taller too. I wonder what he's doing.
Draco threw his shirt under to the next stall.
"He knows what I'm wearing." He mouthed to her. He started to crawl towards Hermione. Her eyes widened with fear, and she tried to back away from him. He grabbed her by the waist, and pulled her on top of him. She tried to struggle, but then she looked at him. His eyes were afraid and fearful. He was silently pleading with her to cooperate. All of the sudden Hermione under stood. The sound came closer to them. It sounded as though he was right outside the stall. They heard the door handle jiggle, and the door begin to open. Hermione looked wildly back at Draco, who grabbed her head, and pulled it on his. Just like that, she was kissing Draco Malfoy. Even though she knew what he was trying to do, the kiss startled her. Once he started though, there was no turning back.
When she heard the door open all of the way, she put her arms around him, and deepened the kiss. She slid all the way on him, and tried her best to completely cover his head with her hair.
If I cover him enough, his father won't recognize him. I hope he doesn't figure it out though.
They both heard him gasp, then quickly close the door. They held the kiss for a second longer, then they slowly pulled their lips away. Hermoine's mind started racing.
Oh my God. I kissed Malfoy. Malfoy! The boy who tortured me since I was a first year. The boy who hates my best friends and is my sworn enemy. Malfoy! Not only did I kiss him, I helped him too! I helped him escape his father while I don't even know why he was running! And to help him out, I get on top of him almost naked and kiss him! Why? Why am I doing this! Why is it that after his Dad closed the door, we kissed a little longer? Did he enjoy it? Did I enjoy it? What's wrong with me? I have to know what's going on.
They were afraid to move away from each other in case he came back in, so Hermione stayed on him. Her arms still clutched tightly around his neck. She could feel his heart beat, and they looked into each other's eyes. They just stared at each other listening. Listening to see when it's safe to move. Then, they heard the footsteps walk back down the hall and out of the door of the shop. Hermione and Draco breathed a sigh of relief. She realized she was still on top of him, and got off quickly. They both breathed heavily.
"Okay," said Hermione trying to slow her heart beat. "Now you have to tell me what is going on." Draco looked up at her.
"Yeah," he agreed still breathing hard. "Now I do."
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