Chapter Three
"Will you be quiet? You're gonna wake her up and I need to get back to Slytherin. It's pretty early for you to be up," Draco said, a bead of hot water trickling down his forehead.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY SHOWER?!" She commenced to screaming again, and he sighed, turning off the water and stepping out of the shower.
"You are NOT gonna walk around naked in my-" He stopped her this time, placing a hand over her mouth. The hand was still very hot and damp, and it smelled of Pegasus Mercury - a very expensive type of shampoo found in Hogsmeade. She was very aware of their closeness, as she could feel his breath slide past her cheek and tiny droplets of water hitting her bare feet. He stood before her, as clothed as the day of his birth, hot and wet from head to toe.
"I am not intending to walk around naked in your suite for long. I gotta dry off, get dressed, then get out of here before she wakes up and I will curse you if you wake her up. You like your hair, Hermione?" He popped his shoulders as if he was arranging an invisible jacket, and shook his hands a bit, removing his hand.
"Is that a threat?"
"No....a promise," he said. Draco took a few steps back, and walked out of the bathroom, her eyes following him. He DID have a nice body.
Draco said a few small words, and the water from his body was instantly dry as he grabbed his boxers off of Lisette's floor.
"Look....you're not gonna tell anyone I was here, right?"
"Give me one reason."
"Because I would get expelled, and your roomate would be brokenhearted. You wouldn't want to ruin a good relationship, would you?"
"Relationship? Draco, she's an easy lay for you just like three-quarters of this school. You won't talk to her again."
"Aw, c'mon, you sound a bit jealous, mudblood." He smirked.
"I will report you."
"I'm serious. This girl is different. I mean, this is the first excursion out of my room for anything involving my-"
"Don't even," she said, handing him the cloak she found on the ground near her feet. He smiled, and threw it on. "I owe you one, Granger."
"Go to Hell."
Hermione got dressed, and was completing a feeble attempt at getting her books together when she heard Lisette waking up. Oh Gosh, she thought, she's gonna be pissed. But instead she heard nothing, just the rustling of the sheets and the sounds of her roomate walking around dazedly. Hermione pushed her door open, and saw Lisette bouncing around, attempting to get on the Gryffindor slacks. She looked up, and smiled.
"Good morning," she said, smiling and brushing past her to enter the bathroom, and she began to brush her teeth.
"Lisette, um, can I ask you something?" Hermione asked nervously. Lisette nodded, and mumbled what sounded like "sure" from within the toothpaste.
"Did Draco stay the night last night?" Lisette turned off the water.
"What?"
"Did Draco stay the night?"
"Why? Did you see him or something?" She asked, spitting, and she turned on the water again.
"Yeah...he was in the- doorway."
"Oh, well, yeah. He left before I woke up, though."
"And that doesn't bother you?"
"No," she began, "I lived in the muggle world - guys are assholes. And it's not like he took advantage of me. We had fun together. Big deal - maybe it'll happen again, maybe not. Whatever." She pulled her hair into a ponytail, and slid on her cloak. "You comin' to breakfast?" Hermione sighed, leaving the room.
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"She had a tongue ring?" Crabb asked as Draco smiled, messing with the food on his plate. Something was on his mind. He wasn't hungry. He nodded.
"Well, does it make it...better?" He asked, and Draco laughed.
"What on earth do you mean, Crabb?"
"Um, you know."
"No, I don't. Could you explain it?" Crabb blushed, and Draco laughed, stating that it did. He looked up to where she sat, and she didn't look at him. He speared his toast. "I want to see her again, you guys?"
"You want a repeat? That's not your style, Draco."
"I know. Don't you think I've noticed?" He stated, and began to whisper slowly.
"Draco, what are you doing?"
He said, nothing, and continued to whisper the words softly as they ran together. It wasn't English, or Latin, or Parcelmouth. It wasn't a language that anyone near them recognized.
"Natasieth hymiondie tah du begiy, kalahuda giet fari mon degayo."
Goyle sat uneasily. "Draco...what was that?"
"Nothing you should concern yourself with, Goyle. A Malfoy thing. Why don't you eat? You're gonna need your strength for all walking back to the tower." He stood up, and left the room. Goyle looked toward the girl who Draco had accosted the other day at the meal. She looked up, her eyes looking almost possessed and they seemed to search the Great Hall frantically. But her body did not move.
"Oh shit," he said, and Crabb answered.
"What?"
"He cursed her."
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Lisette stood up, the colors of the Great Hall mixing insignificantly around her. She suddenly wished for him, wanted him like never before, but he was no where to be found. She felt a hand grab her cloak as she stood up, but she brushed it away as her feet carried her. To where, she didn't know, but her eyes never wandered, as if they had a target her mind did not yet conceive. Her hands hung dazedly, limply at her side as she located her direction being near the library. He was in there, somehow, she knew it. Her entranced legs walked to the Restricted section, her thin fingers tracing over the ancient book covers. And she saw him.
"Enter Ophelia," he said, standing up and walking to her, his arms wrapping around her as his left hand landed on her hip and his right hand gripped the back of her head as they kissed, her hands sliding into his shirt.
"I figured the library was a good place to raise some Hell," he said, and removed a cloak from his bag. He threw it over the two of them, and kissed her again.
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Hermione's eyes rose as Lisette entered the room, and went directly to hers. She had left breakfast abruptly, and had been acting odd and tired in all of her classes. It was now an hour or two before dinner....what was commonly known as study time. Lisette shut her door before Hermione could get a word out, and was alseep before any time had passed significantly. She was puzzled at her roomate's behavior, but thought nothing of it. This mudblood was odd.
She did look up, however, when the door opened. She expected to see Harry, but was shocked at the man who stood in front of her.
"Malfoy, get out."
"Excuse me?"
"She's been weird all day, and I don't think she wants to see you."
"Oh, please, she's seen me four or five times today."
"What?!" She asked, and a wily smile crept across his flawless face. "That's disgusting. No wonder she's been so weird," she replied, and he stood in front of her, stoic and unmoving. After a few seconds of this awkward silence, he walked towards her, and sat down on her bed, putting his hand in her bowl of every-flavor beans, and pulling a couple.
"What the Hell do you think you're doing?"
"Eating. Duh." He said, and took a bite, and began violently gagging.
"Tastes a lot like mucus, you'd be surprised," she said, hiding her smile as he spit in on the ground.
"Last time I eat with you, Granger."
"Why are you still here?" She asked, and her tilted his head towards Lisette's doorway. Hermione kicked him. "Get out, please. Your presence annoys me. I can't study."
"What are you studying?"
"GET OUT!"
"Transfiguration, huh?" He asked, smirking and looking around. He sprawled out on her bed, stretching. "Your room doesn't suck. Mine's better, but yours is okay."
"Draco..." He stopped, and rolled over to face her. His eyes were a sinister, milky blue, and they seemed to churn and stir and the pupils were like black holes, sucking everything in with no mercy.
"Are you a virgin?"
"What?"
"C'mon, answer the question."
"I don't need to," she said, pulling a few notes out of a black folder and highlighting them. "Besides, what does that have to do with anything?"
"It has to do with EVERYTHING. Whether or not you've had sex affects what you think about in Dark Arts class to how you tie your shoes."
"Why is it so important that you know?"
"Because!"
"FINE THEN YES!" She said, tossing her folder, and watching Malfoy explode with laughter. "Are you happy, now? My Dark Arts notes are now all over the room because you wanted to know the whereabouts of my virginity!"
"I just thought that...you and Potter....ya know...."
"Me and Harry? Ew, no. Just friends."
"Sure," he said, taking a cigarette out of his pocket. "Mind?"
"Yes," she said, and took it, breaking it.
"Hey! You could have just given that back."
"Why do you smoke? It's bad for your health and terrible for your lungs," she retorted, realizing what she had just said. She had shocked herself.
"You care about my lungs? I would have thought you'd have cursed them long ago."
"I don't hex, Malfoy. That seems like quite a family thing for you, though." He looked hurt for a bit, then laughed.
"Is there anything that you do that IS against school rules?" Draco, asked, sitting up on the sheets and grabbing a bean, examining it very carefully before placing it on his tongue.
"Um, well, I - nevermind."
"What?"
"It's not important." He lowered his eyes, looking at her convincingly.
"Fine - on full moons, I like to go up to the Astronomy tower and watch the world below me."
"Why?"
"It's amazing....there's werewolves and witches fly across the moon and the unicorns run and it's like life exists in triplicate for a few short hours," she said, and felt as if she'd said too much.
"That's deep, mudblood."
"You can go now."
"You'll tell Lisette that I came by?"
"I will," she answered, and he got up, taking a few beans as he turned to leave.
"Hey Granger, if you ever wanna watch a full moon from my room, just let me know," he said, and winked.
"Will you be quiet? You're gonna wake her up and I need to get back to Slytherin. It's pretty early for you to be up," Draco said, a bead of hot water trickling down his forehead.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY SHOWER?!" She commenced to screaming again, and he sighed, turning off the water and stepping out of the shower.
"You are NOT gonna walk around naked in my-" He stopped her this time, placing a hand over her mouth. The hand was still very hot and damp, and it smelled of Pegasus Mercury - a very expensive type of shampoo found in Hogsmeade. She was very aware of their closeness, as she could feel his breath slide past her cheek and tiny droplets of water hitting her bare feet. He stood before her, as clothed as the day of his birth, hot and wet from head to toe.
"I am not intending to walk around naked in your suite for long. I gotta dry off, get dressed, then get out of here before she wakes up and I will curse you if you wake her up. You like your hair, Hermione?" He popped his shoulders as if he was arranging an invisible jacket, and shook his hands a bit, removing his hand.
"Is that a threat?"
"No....a promise," he said. Draco took a few steps back, and walked out of the bathroom, her eyes following him. He DID have a nice body.
Draco said a few small words, and the water from his body was instantly dry as he grabbed his boxers off of Lisette's floor.
"Look....you're not gonna tell anyone I was here, right?"
"Give me one reason."
"Because I would get expelled, and your roomate would be brokenhearted. You wouldn't want to ruin a good relationship, would you?"
"Relationship? Draco, she's an easy lay for you just like three-quarters of this school. You won't talk to her again."
"Aw, c'mon, you sound a bit jealous, mudblood." He smirked.
"I will report you."
"I'm serious. This girl is different. I mean, this is the first excursion out of my room for anything involving my-"
"Don't even," she said, handing him the cloak she found on the ground near her feet. He smiled, and threw it on. "I owe you one, Granger."
"Go to Hell."
Hermione got dressed, and was completing a feeble attempt at getting her books together when she heard Lisette waking up. Oh Gosh, she thought, she's gonna be pissed. But instead she heard nothing, just the rustling of the sheets and the sounds of her roomate walking around dazedly. Hermione pushed her door open, and saw Lisette bouncing around, attempting to get on the Gryffindor slacks. She looked up, and smiled.
"Good morning," she said, smiling and brushing past her to enter the bathroom, and she began to brush her teeth.
"Lisette, um, can I ask you something?" Hermione asked nervously. Lisette nodded, and mumbled what sounded like "sure" from within the toothpaste.
"Did Draco stay the night last night?" Lisette turned off the water.
"What?"
"Did Draco stay the night?"
"Why? Did you see him or something?" She asked, spitting, and she turned on the water again.
"Yeah...he was in the- doorway."
"Oh, well, yeah. He left before I woke up, though."
"And that doesn't bother you?"
"No," she began, "I lived in the muggle world - guys are assholes. And it's not like he took advantage of me. We had fun together. Big deal - maybe it'll happen again, maybe not. Whatever." She pulled her hair into a ponytail, and slid on her cloak. "You comin' to breakfast?" Hermione sighed, leaving the room.
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"She had a tongue ring?" Crabb asked as Draco smiled, messing with the food on his plate. Something was on his mind. He wasn't hungry. He nodded.
"Well, does it make it...better?" He asked, and Draco laughed.
"What on earth do you mean, Crabb?"
"Um, you know."
"No, I don't. Could you explain it?" Crabb blushed, and Draco laughed, stating that it did. He looked up to where she sat, and she didn't look at him. He speared his toast. "I want to see her again, you guys?"
"You want a repeat? That's not your style, Draco."
"I know. Don't you think I've noticed?" He stated, and began to whisper slowly.
"Draco, what are you doing?"
He said, nothing, and continued to whisper the words softly as they ran together. It wasn't English, or Latin, or Parcelmouth. It wasn't a language that anyone near them recognized.
"Natasieth hymiondie tah du begiy, kalahuda giet fari mon degayo."
Goyle sat uneasily. "Draco...what was that?"
"Nothing you should concern yourself with, Goyle. A Malfoy thing. Why don't you eat? You're gonna need your strength for all walking back to the tower." He stood up, and left the room. Goyle looked toward the girl who Draco had accosted the other day at the meal. She looked up, her eyes looking almost possessed and they seemed to search the Great Hall frantically. But her body did not move.
"Oh shit," he said, and Crabb answered.
"What?"
"He cursed her."
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Lisette stood up, the colors of the Great Hall mixing insignificantly around her. She suddenly wished for him, wanted him like never before, but he was no where to be found. She felt a hand grab her cloak as she stood up, but she brushed it away as her feet carried her. To where, she didn't know, but her eyes never wandered, as if they had a target her mind did not yet conceive. Her hands hung dazedly, limply at her side as she located her direction being near the library. He was in there, somehow, she knew it. Her entranced legs walked to the Restricted section, her thin fingers tracing over the ancient book covers. And she saw him.
"Enter Ophelia," he said, standing up and walking to her, his arms wrapping around her as his left hand landed on her hip and his right hand gripped the back of her head as they kissed, her hands sliding into his shirt.
"I figured the library was a good place to raise some Hell," he said, and removed a cloak from his bag. He threw it over the two of them, and kissed her again.
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Hermione's eyes rose as Lisette entered the room, and went directly to hers. She had left breakfast abruptly, and had been acting odd and tired in all of her classes. It was now an hour or two before dinner....what was commonly known as study time. Lisette shut her door before Hermione could get a word out, and was alseep before any time had passed significantly. She was puzzled at her roomate's behavior, but thought nothing of it. This mudblood was odd.
She did look up, however, when the door opened. She expected to see Harry, but was shocked at the man who stood in front of her.
"Malfoy, get out."
"Excuse me?"
"She's been weird all day, and I don't think she wants to see you."
"Oh, please, she's seen me four or five times today."
"What?!" She asked, and a wily smile crept across his flawless face. "That's disgusting. No wonder she's been so weird," she replied, and he stood in front of her, stoic and unmoving. After a few seconds of this awkward silence, he walked towards her, and sat down on her bed, putting his hand in her bowl of every-flavor beans, and pulling a couple.
"What the Hell do you think you're doing?"
"Eating. Duh." He said, and took a bite, and began violently gagging.
"Tastes a lot like mucus, you'd be surprised," she said, hiding her smile as he spit in on the ground.
"Last time I eat with you, Granger."
"Why are you still here?" She asked, and her tilted his head towards Lisette's doorway. Hermione kicked him. "Get out, please. Your presence annoys me. I can't study."
"What are you studying?"
"GET OUT!"
"Transfiguration, huh?" He asked, smirking and looking around. He sprawled out on her bed, stretching. "Your room doesn't suck. Mine's better, but yours is okay."
"Draco..." He stopped, and rolled over to face her. His eyes were a sinister, milky blue, and they seemed to churn and stir and the pupils were like black holes, sucking everything in with no mercy.
"Are you a virgin?"
"What?"
"C'mon, answer the question."
"I don't need to," she said, pulling a few notes out of a black folder and highlighting them. "Besides, what does that have to do with anything?"
"It has to do with EVERYTHING. Whether or not you've had sex affects what you think about in Dark Arts class to how you tie your shoes."
"Why is it so important that you know?"
"Because!"
"FINE THEN YES!" She said, tossing her folder, and watching Malfoy explode with laughter. "Are you happy, now? My Dark Arts notes are now all over the room because you wanted to know the whereabouts of my virginity!"
"I just thought that...you and Potter....ya know...."
"Me and Harry? Ew, no. Just friends."
"Sure," he said, taking a cigarette out of his pocket. "Mind?"
"Yes," she said, and took it, breaking it.
"Hey! You could have just given that back."
"Why do you smoke? It's bad for your health and terrible for your lungs," she retorted, realizing what she had just said. She had shocked herself.
"You care about my lungs? I would have thought you'd have cursed them long ago."
"I don't hex, Malfoy. That seems like quite a family thing for you, though." He looked hurt for a bit, then laughed.
"Is there anything that you do that IS against school rules?" Draco, asked, sitting up on the sheets and grabbing a bean, examining it very carefully before placing it on his tongue.
"Um, well, I - nevermind."
"What?"
"It's not important." He lowered his eyes, looking at her convincingly.
"Fine - on full moons, I like to go up to the Astronomy tower and watch the world below me."
"Why?"
"It's amazing....there's werewolves and witches fly across the moon and the unicorns run and it's like life exists in triplicate for a few short hours," she said, and felt as if she'd said too much.
"That's deep, mudblood."
"You can go now."
"You'll tell Lisette that I came by?"
"I will," she answered, and he got up, taking a few beans as he turned to leave.
"Hey Granger, if you ever wanna watch a full moon from my room, just let me know," he said, and winked.
