These Thing's That Go Bump In The Night Chapter 1: Little Secrets In The Night, a harry potter fanfic

Woo! I have finally started to write again… my old name is unifye, of which I used to have another fanfic downloaded to, which I will also be posting shortly. It is not completed although, my computer crashed and I had to retrieve all the copies of it that I had given out to continue my story… anyways!

Summary: It was her seventh year at Hogwarts. It was the first year she had been without Ron and Harry… And the first year she had ever been completely alone with him. The Head Boy. The all-mighty bastard, muggle-born hater, extraordinaire. Draco Malfoy. What happens when he has a change of heart… And goes to the Good Side? Rated R for the sexual content that is going to come later in the story…

Disclaimer: No matter how much I wish on the stars or throw pennies into wells, I will never own Harry Potter. Also, the song belongs to Kelly Clarkson.

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Hermione woke up abruptly from her quiet slumber from hearing a loud thunk outside of her Head Girl bedroom door. She quietly removed herself from underneath her sheets, and started moving towards the door. She paused slightly—What if there was someone rummaging around the common room! She heard a voice… It was soft and quiet, but she could tell it was a man's voice.

"Ouch!" He said.

He must have bumped into something, she knew how dark it was in the commons at night. She had bumped into quite a few things herself, after coming home from long nights studying with Ginny, or from relaxing in front of the fire until it finally burned out. She had not recognized his voice although… And thought it safe to grab her wand from her bookshelf. She tiptoed her way across the hard wooden floor, and put her hand on her icy doorknob. Hermione turned it slowly, as if it were going to creak if she did it too suddenly. Her door opened about two inches; Hermione observed what was happening in the middle of the Head Tower common room.

There was a soft golden glow, coming from the now dying fire. Then she looked to the couch, where she saw the firelight reflecting off from it; and then she saw who was on the couch. There was the Head Boy, Draco Malfoy, passionately snogging some random girl.

Well, I definitely know I'm never sitting on that couch again.

Hermione stood there, watching intently without noticing it. She wanted to know whom he had brought home this time. For a slight moment, she saw him shiver. And then he looked up. His eyes locked with hers through the door. She didn't know what to do; she stood there in shock, hoping that it was too dark for Draco to see her watching. She looked away quickly and moved her body from his view. After a moment, she looked back through the door. He was kissing the Mystery Woman again. Accept now… He was half undressed.

Hermione saw his creamy, pale skin in the firelight. She saw every single muscle on his upper torso; she saw them flex tightly as he gripped onto the couch. It seemed like every moment, it was becoming more intense and too hard to watch. She hadn't known why, it was some good stuff. Some good blackmailing stuff that is. But there was this lone thought panging in the back of her head…

I want to touch him… I want to feel how soft his skin is… And I want to feel his warmth over-come me.

But she only pushed it to the side. Lately she had been thinking many thoughts like that, she just supposed it was because she and Ron were dating. She continued watching them, not realizing the time. But she just had to know whom Draco was being so passionate with. She could see that she was dark-haired, and had a slight darkness to her skin. As Hermione watched the pair, she saw the girl slowly beginning to work her way around to being on top of Draco. She could see her clearly now, and to no avail, she was not surprised to see who it was. None other than…

Pansy Parkinson. Humph. What the bloody hell has she got that I don't?

Hermione then realized what she had thought to herself. She was just being stupid and knew that she had not really meant it. She heard a low grunt come from Draco as she finally found Pansy's hand inside of his boxers. Pansy smiled at him. Hermione felt her face go into scowl.

He's not even supposed to be doing this! He's the Head Boy! He has to uphold the reputation—

She realized the one thing she and Draco had in common. They both cared way to bloody much about their damned reputations. His was upholding his thick-headedness, his brutal way of treating everyone that wasn't a Pureblood, and most importantly, harassing Hermione Granger. She on the other hand, mostly worried about having the highest grades possible in all of Hogwarts history, she only slightly worried about her looks, and other little things.

After Pansy had continued to reside on top of Draco, Hermione figured there was no more reason to continue watching. She softly closed her door and turned around, automatically looking at her alarm clock for the time.

Holy shit! It's 5:32 in the morning? How effing long have they been out there for!

Hermione finally thought the since she was going to be getting up in 45 minutes anyways, she would just stay up and quietly practice guitar until her alarm went off. She softly said a charm to turn on her lights, and then walked over to her guitar stand. She picked up her black acoustic and softly walked back over to her bed and sat down. She put her right foot up on the edge of the bed to support her guitar, and lifted her hands into the playing positions. She started to tune her guitar first, starting from the thickest of the strings, going down to the thinnest. After she was finished with this, she began to strum it in a series of chords, gently at first, trying not to be so loud. She grew louder with each strum until she was at about a mezzo forte. (A/N: this means medium-loud!) She started to sing the song she had learned on her own most recently…

'I will not make the same mistakes that you did
I will not let myself
Cause my heart so much misery
I will not break the way you did,
You fell so hard
I've learned the hard way
To never let it get that far

Because of you
I never stray too far from the sidewalk
Because of you
I learned to play on the safe side so I don't get hurt
Because of you
I find it hard to trust not only me, but everyone around me
Because of you
I am afraid

I lose my way
And it's not too long before you point it out
I cannot cry
Because I know that's weakness in your eyes
I'm forced to fake
A smile, a laugh everyday of my life
My heart can't possibly break
When it wasn't even whole to start with

I watched you die
I heard you cry every night in your sleep
I was so young
You should have known better than to lean on me
You never thought of anyone else
You just saw your pain
And now I cry in the middle of the night
For the same damn thing

When she finished playing, Hermione realized she had started crying. No one knew how true that song really was. Especially about herself. After all the years of torment Draco had given her about being a muggle-born, and then having to deal with her parents getting divorced the past summer before her seventh year at Hogwarts. Hermione slowly got up and put her guitar away. Her clock said 5:47. She didn't really have much else to do, so she tucked herself back into bed. And then she cried herself back to sleep.

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He had just locked his eyes onto hers. Hermione Granger was watching him fool around with Pansy. He blinked and looked to her door again. She had disappeared, probably disgusted by what she had just seen. Draco had everything but his silky boxers thrown onto the floor beside the couch he was laying on. Pansy was under him, slowly but passionately kissing from the nape of his neck down to the twitching muscles on his chest. He felt her reaching around him and slowly turning him over onto the couch. He made no move to stop her, he didn't really care what his position was. She bent down and kissed him fiercely with her left hand resting on his stomach, and her right on the arm of the couch to support herself. And as Draco was kissing her, her left hand slowly but surely made its way down into his boxers. There she felt his hard cock pulsating from pleasure. She wrapped her fingers around its shaft and gradually moved them up and down. When she reached the head she hesitated, knowing that it was the most sensitive part, needing the most attention. She stopped kissing him slightly, and brought her hand out of his boxers. She licked her fingers and hurriedly went back to his boxers. She ran her wet fingertips over the head of his penis, and she felt him shudder. He grunted loudly.

Shit. I hope Granger isn't watching this still. Or that might of just been my imagination. In that case, let's hope I didn't wake her… She might come to investigate. That would sure go over well…

Draco continued to moan softly as Pansy fondled him. He quickly realized that they had been out there on the common room couch for quite a while. He moved his arm up and waited for his eyes to adjust to the light. His watch read 5:33. Pansy really had to go.

"Leave Pansy." He said.

She stopped what she was doing reluctantly, but abruptly.

"What?" She asked him in return. "What do you mean 'leave'?"

"What I mean is that it's 5:30 in the bloody morning and classes start at eight. I would like to get at least a bloody hour of sleep!" Draco replied to her.

"Well fine! I guess I'll see you tonight then to finish this off?"

"No Pansy. I'll deal with it myself. Now leave. Please."

He watched as she picked up her things, looking slightly pissed off at him. His eyes followed her as she went through the portrait door and disappear. He sat up and grabbed his clothes off of the floor. He stood slowly, and began to walk towards his bedroom. As he passes Hermione's' room he thought he heard the faint strumming of a guitar. He walked closer to her door and put his ear up to it. She was singing. He wasn't quite sure what it was, it had sounded beautiful… But then tears overcame the words.

He felt horrible from what he had heard. Was she talking about him? He felt like he should knock, to make sure she was ok. But then he remembered he only had his boxers on, and that it was possible she had seen him with Pansy. She was also the Mudblood.

Heh. Why would I want to go comfort a mudblood? It's just some silly song anyways.

Draco pulled away from her door and walked over to his. He said the password and his door unlocked and he stepped in. He shut his door and said a charm to turn his lights on. He threw his clothes on his hard wood floor next to his bedpost. Because of Pansy, he now only had an hour to get to sleep. He walked over to his bed and climbed in, pulling the sheets over himself. He leaned back onto his pillow and closed his eyes. Hermione's song kept replaying over and over again in his mind. It helped him to fall asleep within minutes.

Draco's alarm clock went off in his bedroom at 6:25. He stumbled out of his bed sleepily and grabbed his towel off of the chair beside his door. He walked around to the door on the opposite side of the room and stepped through it. He fumbled with the wall searching for the light switch. He finally found it and turned them on low, as to not hurt his eyes. It gave the room a romantic feel he decided to himself that the next time he had a girl with him, he would draw a bath for the both of them. Draco wasn't really the romanticist type, but he had exceptions. He looked to the other door at the opposite of him.

Well, the Little Miss Perfect has over-slept. She will get herself for this one. The stupid Mudblood!

He moved over to the shower and opened the door. He turned the shower handle until steaming hot water came out from the showerhead. He threw his towel down onto the toilet seat and slipped off his silky green boxers, kicking them to his bedroom door. He turned back to the shower and stepped into the sweltering water. He stood there letting the water rain over his body. He was now fully awake, and somewhat aroused. He ran his hands through his hair, slicking it back underneath the steady flow of water. Draco shampooed his hair and washed his body, staying under the water for a minute more. He slowly turned the handle until the water was completely turned off. He opened the door slightly and reached out for his towel. He grabbed it from the seat it was sitting on and he pulled it to him in the shower. Draco rubbed it all over his body, drying himself from head to toe. Before getting out of the shower, he carefully wrapped the towel low around his waist and walked over to the counter. He leaned on it with his left hand, and with his right he wiped away the steam that had settled onto the mirror. He now leaned with both of his hands on the counter top, his arm muscles flexing slightly. He looked at himself in the mirror, his hair was a wet mess on the top of his head, falling over his bright silvery eyes. He heard a soft knock coming from the direction of Hermione's room. He looked over to the side and then slowly walked over and opened the door.

"Uhm… Sorry Draco, I would just like to get a shower so if you are done—"

Suddenly Draco embraced her and her whole body stood still with shock. Her arms and hands fell stiff at her sides, dropping her towel and change of clothes onto the floor beneath her. He felt soft and sticky at the same time to her. Draco gently leaned his head down and touched hers. He softly nuzzled her, letting her know somehow that everything was going to be ok. She awkwardly started to embrace him too; she held onto him tightly. Draco suddenly feels a cold wetness on his chest and realizes that Hermione has started to cry slightly. He was in such a dream like state that he did not notice whom he was holding, and that she was holding him back. Suddenly, he popped back into reality and looked up into the darkness of her room. He very abruptly released her and walked back into the bathroom, bending down to pick up his clothes. She stood there staring at him, appalled at what she seemed to have done also. He took one last final look back at her and sent her a nasty scowl. He saw the tears gleaming off of her eyes and cheeks but he didn't really care anymore. He took the last step to his bedroom door and walked out, closing the door behind him.

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Hermione woke up from her deep sleep, immediately taking a look at her alarm clock. It should have been making a loud beeping noise, indicating that it was time for her to wake up but there was not sound being emitted.

Fuck dude! It's 6:42… I forgot to set my fucking alarm again!

She was suppose to have gotten up a half an hour ago, but because of her stupidity, she was going to have to risk seeing Draco for the first time that day. She sat up in her bed, quickly throwing the sheets off of her, and turning so her legs were dangling off the side of her bed, her feet barely an inch from touching the cold hard wooden floor beneath her. Her arms were stiff at her sides gripping the edge of the bed; her head was hung low and she was staring into her lap. She got a slight chill down her spine and her body shook momentarily. She finally returned from her daze and stood. She walked over to her dark cherry dresser and opened the top drawer grabbing a soft pink bra with lace on the sides, and the matching lace thong. She grabbed a shortened gray skirt that came a little higher than mid thigh, from the drawer below that and grabbed a silky cream button down shirt from her closet. She continued to walk over to her bathroom door, taking the new clean towel with her that had been sitting on her rocking chair. When she neared the door to the bathroom, she heard the shower being turned off, and Draco stepping out onto the floor.

Dammit. And I was fucking hoping he would have already gotten up. I guess I'll just knock on the door, hopefully he will be dressed by now.

She lifted her fight hand, balling it into a small fist, and knocked softly on the door. He must not have heard her, because no one came to the door. She knocked again, a little more loudly this time. She heard his footsteps walking towards her bedroom door, and she took a step back. He opened the door swiftly, giving Hermione the perfect view of him in nothing but a slinky towel.

"Uhm… Sorry Draco, I would just like to get a shower so if you are done—"

She could not finish her sentence, for he had suddenly grabbed her and pulled her close to him. She was so shocked at the time being that she had just become as stiff as a statue and dropped her things onto the floor beside her. She felt his head suddenly touch hers, and he softly nuzzled her and held on tighter. Before she really knew what she was doing, her arms were slowly reaching around his half-naked body to return his embrace. She held onto him tightly, her fingers left red marks on his back but he didn't really care. She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip, trying to keep herself from crying. She could not do such an amazing job such as holding back the tears she had been trying to hold back all of her life. So she just let the tears flow softly and quietly from her eyes and down her cheeks onto Draco's bare chest. She did not whimper or anything, the only sound that could be heard was the breathing coming from both Draco and Hermione. Suddenly he released her and backed away. He walked to his things on the bathroom floor and picked them up, looking back at her and scowling. Her tears were still running freely down her face at this point, and she really had no idea at what she should do, so she just stood there and watched him jeer at her and walk away. After he had closed the door softly, she became aware of all that was happening around her. She lifted her right hand to her face and wiped away the remaining wetness her tears had caused. She blinked at few times, and then she bent down and picked up her things she had dropped. She nimbly walked over to the counter and set her things down and then turned to the shower. It still smelled of Draco and surprisingly, Hermione liked the scent. It smelled amazingly of apple and cinnamon and pumpkin spices. The combination of the three was unbelievable. She stood there for a moment with her eyes closed, just breathing in the heavy scent in the still steamy shower. She brought herself back to reality though, and reluctantly stripped off her clothes and turned on the shower, smothering herself with the scent of honeysuckle and vanilla. She soaked in the heat the surrounded her as she bathed herself. Hermione ran her hands through her hair one last time to make sure all the shampoo had been washed out, and then turned off the water. She opened the curtain only slightly, looking for her towel.

Dammit.

"Accio towel!" She said quietly when she could not find it.

Hermione wrapped the thick fuzzy towel around herself as she stepped out of the shower and onto the floor mat below. She quickly dried herself and walked over to the counter, grabbing her underwear. She let the towel drop to the floor, and slowly analyzed her body before she slipped her underwear on. She was tall and slender, and slightly tanned. Her breasts were not small, but they were not large either. In fact, to Hermione, they were the perfect size for her body. Everything she wore fit her elegantly and perfect because of them. She turned to her side and looked at her back, her eyes landing on the small tattoo on her right hip. It was simply the outline of a small star, plain she had thought at first but she still liked it nonetheless. Her other tattoo on her front made up for it she had told herself. This tattoo was right above her panty line, but on the left hip this time instead of the right. It was also small, but it was more noticeable. It was a full black Celtic symbol. It looked like three waves going in a circle, but they were all connected in the center (A/N: I tried my best to describe it but even with it right in front of me I couldn't think of anything!) There was also her last tattoo, but this one was on her right wrist. It was on her forearm, about two and a half inches before her palm started. The tattoo was a sort of half moon, but it had a face (A/N: you know the one that they always have in the DreamWorks movies with the guy fishing off of it? It's just like that, only with a face! Lol.) and it was very pretty. Hermione finished looking herself over in the mirror and put on her bra and panties. She threw on her gray skirt, and slipped on her silky button down shirt, leaving the two buttons at the top undone, and tucking the bottom into her skirt so she would look nice, but not slutty. When she was finished, Hermione took her eyeliner out of her make up bag and put it on. She also put on a soft earth-toned eye shadow on top of it. She took out her lip-gloss and slicked some on making her lips shiny, wet, and slightly pink. Finally, she sprayed some mousse into her hands and scrunched her hair, making it more curly and less frizzy. She washed the stickiness from her hands and turned to walk back into her bedroom, picking up her dirty clothes on her way out.

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Yay! The first chapter is done! I promise that I will try and update at least every two weeks, but seeing as though it took me about 3 to write this one, there may be a longer wait. Since I am in high school, my schedule is very hectic but this has been really fun to write, so I'm hoping that my urge to write will help me get my chapters done faster. Please R&R! I can't wait to see what you all think of my story so far!

-Sarah.Jean-