Tragically, depressing, but all belongs to Ms. J.K. Rowling. Except the plot. That belongs to yours truly.
A/N: so I have decided to start using this crazy thing called a dictionary. My internet is messed up at the moment, but I guess when I post this, it will not be… anyway, so I cannot look things up the easy way. I bought this big ass dictionary. I probably will not use it though. Funny stuff. P.S. You WILL most likely get confused. However, I wrote the first big story of this, which is H/D like, a long time ago. However, I cannot find it.
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Hermione left for Ron's house after she got dressed. She put her single-strap Prada bag on her shoulder, slipped Gucci sandals on her polished feet, and clasped her braided leather necklace Ron had gotten her for her birthday around her neck.
In addition to all that, she had on a brown and white, breezy and short dress on, which stopped mid-thigh. Underneath, she wore pale blue jean shorts.
When Hermione reached Ron's place, she sat on the couch. She jumped when she noticed someone was next to her.
"Sheesh Granger, I'm not that scary." A familiar voice laughed.
Hermione snapped her head to glare at Draco. "Shut UP Malfoy."
"Good to see you aren't over me yet." He sat up and wrapped his arm around Hermione, squeezing her shoulders.
She rolled her eyes and tried to pull herself out of his grip. "It was a couple of months, and I suppose it would be best if Ron knew not of it."
Draco grinned and touched his lips to her ear. "It was eleven months, two weeks, five days darling. Not just a couple of months."
He ran his hand up and down her leg, and she starting thinking about how things had been. She tried her best not to think about it, because she would end up falling for him again.
Her spine tingled and flutters erupted in her stomach. No matter how much she did not want to, she could not help it.
"Draco… I," She started.
He sighed and put his arms around her.
"I'm sorry Hermione. Really, I am. It's just that I miss you… And well, I do not know if I will be able to handle it if you and Ron well… You know."
Hermione felt an intense urge of sadness pass through her. She wanted to fall through a hole in the floor and never come back. She did not know what to do. Her heart was split in half for two of the best guys in the world. However, who had the bigger half?
Hermione kissed his cheek and looked in his eyes. He seemed so melancholy. She sighed and kissed him sweetly on the mouth. Draco held onto her tighter and slipped his tongue in her mouth. She gave in to her heart, and snogged him full on. Before she knew it, Draco was on top of her, rubbing her legs again, and kissing her newly revealed stomach. He whispered in her ear, "I love you."
They stopped abruptly when they heard quiet, they were not aware the shower was on, but now that it had been shut off they noticed. Draco shot up and smoothed out his shirt. Hermione stood up, too, and lowered her dress. She felt as if she would fall over; her legs still tingled, and were shaking. Their breath was ragged and their chests heaved violently.
Hermione kissed Draco once more, and sat back on the couch. Draco sat back down too, but not too close, as not to cause Ron to suspect anything. Not that he cared. Because he didn't.
He put his hands behind his head and closed his eyes.
"See, you aren't over me either, Hermione."
She blushed and hit him in the arm. "My legs feel like they are going to fall off. Thanks a lot Draco."
He smirked, obviously satisfied. "Your welcome. Never knew I could make you feel so good, huh?"
She glared at him, but she noticed his hair, and how sexy it looked, and she almost kissed him again, so she quickly looked away.
Ron came out of the bathroom, dressed in khakis and a blue polo. His watch gleamed in the light, and his ginger hair was slightly wet, and carelessly tossed around.
If she had not just snogged Draco, she would have kissed Ron. She started thinking they should not have kissed. On the other hand, maybe they just should not have broken up a year or so ago, when neither of them even wanted to.
Ron sensed a little tension when he walked in the room, but he ignored it.
"Hey Draco. Hey Hermione. You two have fun waiting for me?" He asked, joking.
However, Hermione and Draco did not catch onto the joking.
"Of course not! None at all. Why would you say that?" They said in unison.
Ron laughed and sat in his lazy boy.
Ron laughed and pointed at Draco. "You've got some lip-gloss all over your mouth man. Whom have you been snoggin'?"
Hermione blushed, and Draco furiously wiped his mouth and muttered, "Oh, somebody."
"Come on, spill man."
"It not polite to speak of such things in the presence of a lady, Ronald."
Hermione snorted, and they both looked at her. She felt her stomach turn from him looking at her.
"When has that stopped you? Now tell me about her."
"She's hot. I went out with her once… and I think I love her, but she likes this guy that is my friend, and now I'm screwed because they are about to go on a date or something, she want to school with us, and you liked her once, and…"
Hermione 'accidentally' smacked Draco across the face.
"Fuck Hermione! You ruined my face." He joked.
She looked over at him and smiled. He inched a little closer to her.
"Hmm. sounds great. Can't think of whom though."
"That's best." Hermione muttered and Draco laughed.
"Well, we better be going, right Hermione?" Ron urged.
Draco growled.
"Yes, I suppose so." She shot Draco a look.
"I'm off to the loo first. Be right out." Ron said while running back towards the bathroom.
Draco and Hermione just sat on the couch, silent for a few seconds. They both had extreme urges to kiss…
Draco put his hand on her inner thigh, and massaged it. She felt herself get a little… aroused. She bit down on her lip, hard, and Draco smirked.
"Why so… aroused looking, darling?" He slipped a few fingers under her shorts, and the played with the elastic on her barely there underwear.
Hermione's stomach fluttered harder than ever, and she gasped when she felt his cold fingers at her entrance. He fingered her a few times, and then pulled his hand out. He licked his fingers and then pulled Hermione on top of him, so she was straddling his lap. Hermione put her hand on his cheek, and he leaned forward, licking her lips.
Hermione stuck her tongue out, and run it over his. He did the same to her, and he felt his arousal grow. Draco pulled down her dress a little, to reveal her breasts. He pulled one out of her bra, and suckled on it for a bit, massaging it, and rubbing her hard nipple. He left a hickey on one spot, just out of reach from the dip on the dress.
"I love you." He said again.
"I love you too." She whispered, entangling her hands in his hair.
He smiled, and kissed her again.
"I just hope I don't loose you to old Ginger."
"So do I. I really do."
They heard the flush of the toilet, and Hermione jumped off Draco and fixed her shorts.
Draco just sat back and smirked. Hermione turned at rolled her eyes at him. "You always have to be so damn smug, about it, don't you?"
"Just being me, love."
Hermione sighed as Ron came back in the room. "Come on, let's go." He said excitedly, "See you around, Malfoy."
Hermione got up, and walked behind Ron. When she got to the door, she turned around, "Bye Draco."
"Bye, 'Mione'."
She was stunned for a moment, because for a second, Hermione had a flash back, of when they were together, and she felt another pang of sadness before she turned, and followed Ron outside.
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