Heey, dramione-shippers out there! This is my first story EVER, and i'm from little Denmark, so i am deeply sorry of my (surely) spelling and grammar errors. ONESHOT (and a rather saussy one, i might add.)
Anyway, i would really be glad if you'd taake your time reviewing it - it would certainly help me loads.
Disclaimer: I (sadly) am not J.K. Rowling, therefore i just play a little with her characters.
BTW, all the bold text is "thoughts" sort of.
It was all it took. One little keen look from him, and her blood boiled. "WHY does it always have to be me? I would reckon that after seven years he would have something better to do with his time." Hermione grumbled to herself, glaring to the other end of the dark classroom, where Draco Malfoy sat, louing in his chair and smirking at her, after a hard insult when she had raised her hand. When he caught her glare, he just winked. She groaned in defeat and bend her self over the heavy book of potions she brought to the class. Harry Potter saw her glare, and raised an eyebrow. "Hermione, have you ever thought of going back to the little incident back in third year? I would take the smug look of his face." Hermione shook her head, making her frizzy hair stand out like a tidalwave around her shoulders. In truth, she have already thought of it, but decided for the better - she wouldn't want to lose being a Head-girl. "I'll live, i guess." It really was a pain having to live with him. Screw the stupid laws of Head-boy and girl dorms. She blushed lightly at the thought of this morning. She pulled herself together - she haven't been the one to.. She wouldn't even think the thought. Snapes voice trailed of into the distance as she looked back over her shoulder at Malfoy. He seemed to be in deep concentration, his brows mashed together wich made his face almost look cute. He looked up, feeling her stare. She quickly returned to her book, cramming everything she could down, so she wouldn't have to take to long doing her homework tonight.
After a relaxing evening with her friends in the Gryffindorlounge, she rather displeased return to her shared dorm. She sat down in one of the more fluffy chairs infront of the blazing fire, thinking back. She hadn't realized that Malfoy had entered the room, only in a towel wrapped around his waist. "Granger, could you please move away from the fire? I am freezing." He drawled, though not as convincing as i could ahve been when he shuddered. "Well, you could just stand in the other end of the fireplace. It's awfully big, you know?" She answered, not realizing she was staring at him. he's rather good looking.. If you're into the whole "I'm-a-big-bad-boy-with-abs-that-begs-to-be-licked"-thing she thought. Wait - what? I do NOT want to lick Malfoys stomach! she thought, shuddering her insides. "Well, you wouldn't want you to miss a good show." he said, hauling him self in front of her, blocking her view to the flames. His wet hair dripped onto the carpet and the flickering flames seemed to enlighted his beauty. She decided not to answer, but rather crossing her arms and unknowingly putting on a pout. She eyed Draco. He seemed to be smirking, but in the same smile something else was burried there. Suddenly she saw a whole new look to him, and in a flash he was bending down over her, towering her. "Granger, have you ANY idea how i feel?" It came so out of nowhere, she seemed to have lost her voice. She looked in the grey eyes that met hers, and he cocked his head slighty to the left. "Haven't you?" He smiled. "You know, for the brightest witch of your age, you aren't tht bright." He said, moving away from her and slumping down in a chair next to her. He turned around, and she could feel a twinge of something in her abdomen. "I lust for you. You're a Mudblood, you're GRANGER, for crying out loud, and still, i want you. So bad. WHo do you think i imagned my self in bed with this morning?" She blushed. "I was only doing it so ludly i knew you would check on me.. He said, his eyes almost pleading. WHAT? Her brain seemed to race, and she could only think of one thing: She wanted him to kiss her, drop the towel and.. well.. Fuck her so she wouldn't be able to walk again. He even turned her on a bit by calling her Mudblood in that voice.. She groaned against her constricting feelings. He smirked. "you know", he said in the same hoarse voice, "i have an abnormally large bed. Please, Gr- Hermione, come with me." She surrendered right there. Pulling her self out of the chair in a swift movement, she stomped to his side and kissed him deeply and hard. He responded eagerly and when they finally broke apart, he said one thing. "Yours or mine?"
I know, i'ts a bit on the short side - and i WILL promise, it get better next chapter. I'm just awfully tired.. But at least i haven't dragged it.. So far.. But, to you all, i will prob. upload next chapter tomorrow, but for now: Please review me? :I thank you all!