Hermione shivered, goosebumps rising to the surface of her skin despite the heat in the room. But she wasn't cold; her body was reacting to something altogether different.
She ran her fingers along the edge of the books she so loved in the hogwarts library. It was long since closing time, but being in her fifth year, she knew how to get in after dark.
Crreak. Crrreak. Crrrreak.
Her whole body tensed as she heard the footsteps behind her. Her breathing quickened, her hair on the back of her neck stood up. Hermione smirked in anticipation, however, rather than being fearful. He was here.
She didn't move, waiting for him to come to her. The creaking finally stopped, and she could feel his hot breath on her neck. Time seemed frozen for several seconds as they both stood waiting stubbornly for the other to make the first move.
Hermione held out longer, feeling wet, cold lips on the nape of neck as strong arms encircled her waist. She gave into her basest insticts, letting out a soft moan and twisting her head to see him.
But when she looked into his eyes, she saw not who she expected, but Draco malfoy.
"ahhhhh!" hermione screamed, boltog upright in a cold sweat. Her sheets were tossled about her body and the entire dormitory was staring at her.
She rested a hand on her heart, her cheeks flaming red. She had awoken from a nightmare for the third time in a row. It was alwys the same. "I-I..." she started to mumble, but the girls were already getting back in their own bunks, the freak show over with.
She waited till she had calmed down again and several of the girls were snoring, then slowly rose from her bed, careful not to stir anyone on her way to the gryffindor commons.
"accio!" She said under her breath, summoning ron and harry. It didn't take long.
"did it happen again?" asked ron, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. Anyone could see it in his eyes how much it pained him to think of hermione being touched like that by malfoy. Hermione nodded slowly.
Harry took a deep breath. "alright. We need to get his wand-and his friends'- see if he's controlling your mind."
Hermione nodded again and ron tensed, tighting his hold. "bloody hell..."
After a few hours, hermione walked slowly back to her bunk, her thoughts running wild. She saw the mess of platinum blond hair and the confident way Draco carried himself. She saw him as leader of the slytherins, a powerful young wizard if not as powerful as her. She saw his beautiful eyes and the east curvature of his mouth. What would he see in a mudblood such as herself? She wondered and then instantly scolded herself. What was she doing? He was a fucking malfoy after all. In the words of ron, bloody hell. He was a bad guy, she was a good guy. No matter how goregeous he was that wouldn't change, she told herself as she crawled back under the covers. It couldn't.
