DISCLAIMER: I DID NOT COME UP WITH THE HARRY POTTER NOVELS, AND I DIDN'T CREATE THE CHARACTES; HOWEVER, I COME UP WITH THIS STORY IDEA.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'M SOOOO SORRY THAT I HAVEN'T UPDATED, BUT MY PARENTS ARE DIVORCED, AND THEY WERE SWITCHING ME AND MY SISTERS FROM WEEK TO WEEK ALL SUMMER AND MY DAD DOESN'T HAVE A COMPUTER SO I APOLOGIZE. (.-) SO NOW THAT SCHOOL IS STARTING AGAQIN I'LL BE BETTER AT UPDATING.
FORBIDDEN KISS PART 3
A CHANGE OCCURING
Draco stared at the sleeping Hermoine, and curled up beside her. The next morning he awoke early about 6 or 7, and to his surprise he was human again.
And in the most akward position. He was facing the sleeping girl, and her fingers were entangled in his blonde locks.
He tried to pry her hands loose, but it was no use. She just tightened her grip and rolled closer to him.
His heart started to race, and the stupid girl kept getting closer to him. The more he tried to escape the more she got closer, and at one point she was so close he could feel her wet breath on his face.
Her wild hair fell on her face, and he thought she reminded him of a Greek goddess, not like Aprodite he decided. But like the wise Artimis, and he brushed the strand of hair off her bruised cheek.
And he began to get angry, he didn't understand why this girl, this child prodejy was shoved around all the time. Of course she was a prude, but her parents ought to be overjoyed.
He was confused, and was angry with himself. Why did he care about her? After all she was a mudblood, and beneath him. His blue eyes became cold again, and he thought well we do share something in common with each other.
He layed his head on her pillow and fell asleep. He didn't go to sleep right away. For awhile he watched her sleep. He slowly faded into a deep sleep, and the last thing he saw was her sleeping.
Hermoine awoke to a sleeping Draco, and she wasn't sure weather to scream or puch him. She looked at her hand, and was suprised to see his blonde hair in her hands.
She didn't know why he was there, but she knew he was quite intriging. The one thing on her mind at that moment was why was he on her bed, no her pillow, and why in the hell was she gripping his hair.
Draco rolled close to her, and she rolled off the bed. She stared at the sleeping boy with confusion, and she was mostly angry. She touched her cheek and under her delicate fingers was the reminder of how life was after her mom's death. She shuddered and noticed that draco was sweating and shaking in his sleep.
He looked like he was having a nightmare, and a really bad one. Gently, Hermoine shook Draco's small but musculer body. His pale blues eyes opened. And there they were looking at each other, barely able to breathe.
Since both had hated each other they weren't sure how to act around each other. Suddenly Hermoine heard the sound of her father's boots comming up the stairs, and she instinctively began to panic.
" You've got to get out of here," she hissed. Draco watched her and didn't speak. Then anger began to boil inside him. " It's not like I wanted to be here with you Granger," Draco responded with rage.
" You don't undertand if you here it'll make it worse on me," she pleaded. Draco didn't say anything, but looked at Hermoine. She pointed at the closet, and that's were her went. The sound of heavy feet got closer, and her door opened.
To Be Continued