Disclaimer: - still don't own HP, I'd have a piece of Draco if anyone offered though… no?
A/N: Ok! So I caved! I have just this very second finished chapter 2, and thought… perhaps I'll leave it a day then update, but seeing I have two reviews (I love you, but can only see one of them presently) and have 4 alerts!! I thought I cannot let you down, or let you lose interest. Please let me know about this chapter, I'm unsure of the ending xx
Hermione sat by the warmth of the fire, feeling a sense of completeness now that she had her boyfriend with her again. Terry Boot was in Ravenclaw, and that's where most of the attraction to each other came from. Terry and Hermione had a shared intellect that both appreciated and it is what sparked a fascination between them.
Terry had grown tall and muscular over fifth year due mostly to his joining of the Ravenclaw Quidditch team. Hermione had started to notice him in the library during the start of sixth year and just after Christmas they had started going out.
Hermione requested they spent the summer apart to test they still had feelings for each other, and hadn't just become one of those couples that had gotten idle. She felt much better to have him with her; Draco's ever looming presence was formidable, and she knew he'd never try anything when others were present.
Terry had been Hermione's first; they lost their virginity to each other just before they had left for summer. They had agreed to wait a while before having sex, but their reservations of separation during the long summer months had spurred them into what had just come naturally.
Hermione had told Terry he needn't be faithful over summer, mostly because she knew what they had wasn't too profound But also because of her enticing summer ahead, she didn't what to feel anything was keeping her back, not that she had a great urge to suddenly sleep with every available male in Europe, but they both felt comfortable enough that they would return to each other after summer.
Such enough, here they were, she had found him shortly after she had heard Draco leave the commons and invited him to stay the night with her.
Terry brushed a piece of hair behind Hermione's ear and leant in to give her a gentle kiss. She reciprocated and soon his tongue was begging entrance. Before long they were passionately kissing and slowly sliding into the couch, Terry on top of Hermione, his hands sliding round her waist. She managed to break free long enough to get some air, then gave him a long kiss on the lips followed by a few pecks, giving him the message she wanted a talk first. He smiled against her lips and broke away, giving her a little more space, but keeping his arms where they were.
"You miss me then? Or where you too busy getting pissed out of your face shagging all the blokes in Europe?" Terry cracked a smile; he knew this wasn't Hermione at all.
"Oh so you got my postcard then?" Hermione quipped.
"Wha – no? You? What?" Terry enquired, starting to get worried.
"Ha ha ha, you fool. I had my fun yes, but you know I missed you." She replied firmly staring him straight in the eye. She gave him a quick kiss to reaffirm this statement, and Terry's face mellowed. "What about you?"
"Of course I missed you babe, no one matches your intellect and ability to completely confuse the hell out of me! But in all seriousness, I'm just glad to be back here with you," He reached up and caressed her chin. "Especially in such a romantic setting."
Hermione blushed and looked down at her hands. Terry brought her gaze back to his eyes, "Not that there was anything at all wrong with you before, but damn 'Mione I don't remember you looking this stunning." Hermione blushed even more; Terry found this adorable and pulled her in for some more heavy petting.
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The next thing they knew Draco's door had slammed, they both jumped apart.
"Urgh I bet that creep was perving on us!" Hermione scowled.
"Let him perve," Terry suggested pulling Hermione back in, but she resisted. She sighed,
"I really don't think I'm going to last a year sharing with him, unless some sort of miracle happens…" Hermione thought, her attention completely gone from Terry. He stood up and pulled Hermione to her feet.
"Well until we can think of something to help your situation, I can think of something to take your mind off it for now." He waggled a suggestive eyebrow and began pulling Hermione's shirt from her skirt.
"You really are relentless aren't you?" She smiled and laughed at his keenness, she began to unbutton his shirt and back him slowly into her bedroom as he gently sucked on her neck. He scooped her up and carried her in her arms across the threshold. Pausing slightly before placing Hermione on her bed, he and kissed her first softly then with a greater intensity as he pressed her down onto the bed.
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The next morning Draco woke up with the sun, looking at his clock he scowled, 'Half past five?!' pushing back his covers, knowing he'd never fall back asleep, he left his bed and headed toward the shared bathroom.
Draco stood open mouthed in the door way, he hadn't had time to use the bathroom last night, and was completely gob smacked. If he thought the prefect bathrooms were nice, then this surely was heaven.
He glanced around the marble floored room and saw the enormous bath in the middle of the room, as a recess in the ground. Just like the prefects bathroom it had many taps, each of which, he guessed would pour out different smells of bubble baths. Then looking past the bath he saw two separate shower cubicles, 'for our privacy in a rush I suppose, in case we both need the bathroom.' Draco assumed and he smirked at the idea of him being polite enough to share the bathroom.
Entering a cubicle he looked up at the huge shower head and turned the tap on, the temperature was just to his liking and he slowly removed his boxers and stood under the spell. The shower was like standing under a waterfall, it felt so natural and refreshing on his bare flesh, Draco took his time lathering his hair and washing the rest of his body. He eventually turned off the shower with much dismay, wrapped a towel round his waist and re-entered the main bathroom.
Looking round again, straight across from the showers, was a wall to wall marble top, with mirrors all the way across. This pleased Draco as he could resume one of his favourite pastimes and admire himself in the mirrors. Combing his hair and having a quick shave, Draco gave himself the ok to hit the outside world. After dressing in his room he checked the time again, it had only just reached seven, 'breakfast time.' Draco smiled and headed for the great hall.
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After a quiet breakfast, as no one was around, seven o'clock on a weekend is hardly a sociable hour, Draco headed back to his room to gather some books and head down to the library for a mornings revision session. Perfect time to sit in the library as all the usual giggling, gossiping gaggle of fourth year girls would be either still asleep or in breakfast. Draco was just appreciating the rarity of time to himself, and peaceful time at that when he reached the portrait and was nearly smashed into.
"Oy, watch it Boot!" Draco snarled as the portrait swung open, still not having forgiven him for stealing his common room last night.
"Sorry Malfoy," Terry replied, a massive grin on his face.
"Have you two finished now then?"
"You could say that," Terry responded rather mysteriously, his grin still in place and sauntered down the corridor on his way to breakfast.
Draco had merely meant was it safe for him to enter the common room, but there was something about the way Terry had said what he said that left him feeling a little suspicious. He quickly rejected these thoughts, entered the common room and went to get his books for the library.
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Hermione rolled over in bed arm outstretched expectantly reaching for her boyfriend. Finding only air and the warmth where a body once lay, she opened her eyes and looked around her room. Not a trace of Terry could be seen. 'That's odd' thought Hermione, 'perhaps he's gone to the great hall to get us some breakfast.' She closed her eyes and smiled again, as she drifted into peaceful dreams.
At nine o'clock Hermione's alarm went off, and she opened her eyes once more. She got out of bed and realised she had nothing on, feeling rather chilly and a little embarrassed she grabbed her dressing gown, tied it tightly round her and entered the common room. Seeing no sign of life, Hermione entered the bathroom, knocking gently first in case Draco was inside. Once within Hermione too was shocked by the exquisite bathroom they had to share. Deciding upon a shower also, she walked into the other cubicle and showered.
Once she had re-entered the main bathroom chamber Hermione noticed a door off to the right hand side, the same side her bedroom was, 'I wonder…' She opened the door, revealing her bedroom once more. 'Ah, well that's convenient.' Hermione thought, she had just regarded the door as some sort of closet. She too then dressed in her room and gathered some books and parchment for the library, realising it was too late for breakfast, she'd have to have an extra big lunch.
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Draco sat in the library at the back, in a large armchair by the window in the only patch of sun. He felt like a cat lazing in the sunshine, casually flicking though his new potions textbook. He was in no mood to read, having gotten up so early, so was just enjoying the peace and stillness of the library.
After about an hour he was thinking of having a quick nap, hoping Madame Pince wouldn't catch him. He shut his eyes gently to hear the sound of foot steps approaching him.
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Hermione had entered the library and was headed toward her favourite chair, knowing that at this time in the morning, it would be bathed in sunlight and perfect to start her Potions textbook.
She stopped abruptly and stood staring, slight anger boiling inside of her. 'He's in my chair. Why is he in my chair?'
"Why are you staring at me Granger? I thought we had discussed this." Malfoy had opened his eyes to see Hermione gaping at him, suppressing the urge to antagonise her he adopted a more laid back approach. He had decided to lay low this year, which meant no provoking the Gryffindors. Hermione snapped out of her daze and tried to form coherent, nonabrasive words.
"That's my chair." She managed to squeak, 'why does he make me so nervous?'
"Really? Well usually I'd tell you where to go, but I was about to leave, so I'll let it slide this time Granger." He smirked at her obvious anxiety and got up from the chair and started to leave the library.
"Thanks," Hermione managed to choke out, before sitting down. Draco stopped at this, 'Did she just thank me?' he felt strange. Pleasantry is not something he was used to with a Gryffindor, but it wasn't something he detested either. Ignoring the odd feeling welling in his stomach, he carried on out of the library. 'There is something weird going on with me lately; I honestly don't know who I am anymore.' Draco blinked these bizarre thoughts from his mind and decided a lie down would probably be best all-round.
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'Did I just thank him? Damn my good nature. I just wish things between us weren't so hostile. I completely blame his father, screwed up children are that way because of bad parenting! Being brainwashed from an early age to think all Muggles are evil hasn't done Dra-Malfoy any good.' Hermione sat in the comfy chair, her textbook pushed to one side. A permanent frown fixed upon her face as she reflected on her current circumstances. 'I'm sure if his Muggle prejudice were to disappear we'd have no problems getting along both being intelligent, mature young adults. Perhaps the demise of his father will have a positive affect on Draco's attitude towards Muggles from now on. He seems to be firmly against me though…. Perhaps its fear of the obligation he once had to his father that's still holding him back. I know there must be some good in him.' Hermione sat back in the chair and stared out of the window contemplating her next move concerning Draco, for whatever repulsive chemistry was going on between them at the moment, she could not put up with all year.
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Draco woke up; he was sweating and felt somehow bound. He panicked and no longer knew where he was. Suddenly reality hit him; he was merely sleeping in his bed the wrong way round and had gotten seriously tangled in his duvet.
After much wriggling Draco managed to almost set himself free to fall straight off the side of his bed with a rather large thump. Hermione, who had just entered the bathroom, came thundering through the door.
"Oh my goodness what was that noise? Are you ok? Draco? Where are you?" Hermione asked anxiously. Draco's head popped up from the far side of the bed looking rather ashamed and confused by her sudden appearance. Hermione saw where he was a quickly rushed to his side. "Are you alright? What happened?"
"I'm fine, I'm fine, get off me woman." Draco was still struggling in his duvet, disliking this situation by the second and was not being helped my Hermione's faffing. "I told you I'm fine-OWW!" Draco had finally gotten an arm free and tried to prop himself up on it, consequently the arm was broken.
"Draco, Language!" Hermione gasped after Draco spieled a long inventory of his finest swears and collapsed backwards off his broken arm.
"How about we break your arm and see what words you use Hermione." They both stopped at this. 'Did he just call me Hermione? Whoa that sounds weird.' By the look on Draco's face, she could tell he hadn't expected it either. Shaking out of it, Hermione provided Draco with a shoulder to lean on whilst they pulled the remaining blankets off of him. Draco had been sleeping topless and to Hermione's appreciation Draco was quite well-built. Once they had stood up he caught her looking and smirked.
"Like what you see then Granger?" He tried to intimidate her but suddenly she had stepped back from him and he started to fall onto his broken arm. Hermione grabbed his safe arm just in time and raised her eyebrows at him.
"We're back to Granger now are we?" she said mimicking his smirk. "Stop your arrogance and let me help you to Madame Pomphrey." Draco shrugged and allowed her to take his hand and lead him to the common room. Hermione realised he had merely broken his arm and not lost his vision; he did not need guiding, and let go of his hand. She looked at Draco and thought she had seen a trace of disappointment in his face. But whatever had been there was quickly gone as he realised she was looking at him and his face turned expressionless.
"I'm fine H-Hermione; I can get to Pomphrey by myself." Draco struggled to naturally say her name, but he didn't know what she'd try if he started being haughty with her again.
"Alright then," Hermione agreed knowing there was no real need for her to join him in the hospital wing. "I'll wait for you to get back though, to make sure everything's alright. You never can be too careful, oh but magic can heal most things can't it, not like Muggle remedies." She was beginning to babble and cut herself off as soon as she had realised. Draco smiled a small but genuine smile and backed away from her and headed out of the common room, his arm brought gently into his side. "Oh wait!" Hermione called. "Here," she tapped his arm gently with her wand and muttered something, immediately a sling formed round his broken arm and he could rest it properly.
"Feels like its come out of the socket." Draco offered. Hermione turned a green colour. "Oh no, it'll be fine! I get these kinds of things all the time from Quidditch. Don't worry about me go on with your day." And with that he turned and walked down the corridor to the hospital wing.
Hermione flopped down onto the couch, too tired to do any of the work she had planned. She lay back and relived what had just happened in her minds eye. She smiled, this had gone to plan, not that she had premeditated this, but breaking Draco was happening. He had even begun calling her Hermione! And to think, all it took was a little threatening. She breathed deeply and began to praise whoever in gods name had decided to introduce scrawny fifth years to Quidditch; it was turning out its fair share of totty.
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Draco walked down the corridors, up staircases and along a few secret passage ways, but still the walk to the infirmary was miles. He thought a lot about what had just gone on. 'Father would not have been pleased with that interaction with the mud…a muggle.' Draco could no longer bring himself to use the insult 'Mudblood'. 'The father I once knew is dead to me, and he meant little if nothing before then. Then why have I listened to him all these years?... Fear… Well, I'm afraid no more.' Draco declared in his mind. 'Well,' He thought. 'Now that's decided, I no longer despise muggles, Hermione and I get along quite well don't we? I need a woman in my life with some intellect; I was beginning to think there was no such thing, Pansy being a prime example. But she has a boyfriend, or does she? That Boot was being quite arrogant the other day. Maybe I could persuade her… What am I thinking? This is way too fast. How about I ease into this muggle thing, try being her friend perhaps? Perfect.' Draco entered the infirmary with a smile on his face; he had quite forgotten why he was here.
"Oh good gracious! What have you done to your arm child?" Madame Pomphrey had bustled in and had a very concerned look on her face. Draco looked down at his arm, 'maybe it is at a funny angle that would explain Hermione's change in colour.'
"I fell." He said simply.
"You kids, I just wished for once, you'd be honest about your injuries." Madame Pomphrey muttered in disapproval and Draco pulled a face.
"But – I, it's the truth!" he protested.
"That's what you said last time master Malfoy. I saw you run into that wall." Draco smiled, she did remember last time.
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