limegreenelf- yes, sadly, they are kinky freaks.. im just kidding =D
i'll spare you from their kinkiness for..a chapter XD lol i hope u guys are enjoying and understanding the story line
thanks again to my reviewers
Hermione sat on his bed, watching Draco packing a bag. "So when are you leaving?" She asked, swinging her leg against the side of the bed. It was christmas morning, but instead of opening the overflowing amount of gifts she had at the foot of her bed, she waited as Draco finished packing.
"I'm leaving tomorrow morning for the funeral," He grunted shutting his trunk with amazing force. "I'll be back before classes start." He flung back on his bed, laughing as Hermione tackled him with an upside down kiss. "Come on, we have presents to open!" Draco took her small hand in his and the dashed down to the common room, both of them summoning their gifts from their rooms simultameously. Together, they opened their presents one at a time until they both had huge piles of newly opened presents. Hermione's pile included various articles of clothing (shirts, skirts, and such), accessories (rings, watches, bracelets, purses), sweets, and the infamous Weasley sweater. This year, her's was a dark maroon color, with the letter "H" stitched in silver. Draco's pile was full of sweets from his mother, a nice shirt from his aunt in New Zealand, a watch from his uncle in the Americas, and numerous books from his cousin (a dedicated scholar who thought Draco should be too).
"Hold on a sec, I have something for you." Draco smiled at the look on Hermione's face. From behind him, he pulled out a velvet box from which he produced beautiful bracelet. The rhinstones glimmered in the firelight, dancing off the reflecting pools of Hermione's eyes. "Like it?"
"Like it? I love it." Hermione lifted the bracelet from its dark confines.
Draco watched Hermione's face glowing with utter happiness. How he loved making her happy. "Here, let me put it on for you." He took the bracelet from Hermione, gently looping it around her wrist and fastening the clasp.
Hermione held her wrist at a distance, turning it this way and that, watching the reflection of the firelight bouncing off every which way. "Thank you, Draco." She murmured without ever taking her eyes off the extraordinary piece of jewelry on her wrist. "It must have cost a fortune." She whispered.
Draco lifted her chin with a finger. "It cost more than a fortune." He smiled, instead of his usual smirk, captured in the warm brown pools, reflecting more love than he had ever felt before.
The storm was getting worse, Draco noted as rain lashed against his window. Suddenly he saw a flash of light, and seconds later, he heard thunder. "Shut up! I'm trying to sleep," he screamed irritatedly at the window, and muffling his ears with his pillow jammed between his hands, he proceeded to block out the sound.
Hurried footsteps pounded through the bathroom as his bathroom door burst open and a small huddled figure jumped into his bed. Tears streamed down her face as she rocked back and forth holding her pillow, hiccuping from her tears. "WHAT THE HELL IS THIS, GRANGER?!" Draco bellowed, though a little pleased at the same time.
"I-hiccup-I'm scared." Just then, thunder crashed again, this time louder than before. Hermione wrapped her arms around Draco's neck, not seeming to care if he was her worst enemy. "Please -hiccup- don't make me leave. There's no where else to go, and everyone will think I'm a scaredy cat." She was squeezing Draco's neck so hard he felt like he was running out of oxygen.
Draco didnt know what to do, he didnt comfort girls, he 'bedded' them, but this was an exception. He thought back to when he was young and when his mother still pampered him like her little prince. Draco remembered his mom rubbing her hand in a circular motion around and around his back. That had always made him feel a little better, even after a severe beating from his father. Draco reached out slowly, and awkwardly started rubbing Hermione's back in a circular motion. The hiccups eventually died down, although she was still shivering from fright. With one arm supporting her, Draco managed to pull the comforter out from under the bed, and placed Hermione down beside him. He continued rubbing her back, accustomed to the feel, and watched as she fell asleep. When he was sure she had fallen asleep, he leaned in and kissed away a stray tear, unable to fight the urge. Even with her puffy eyes and messy hair, she looked like an angel to him. Outside, the thunder clapped in agreement.
Hermione had woken the next morning, screaming when she discovered the boy she was sleeping next to. Immediately, she grabbed a pillow, almost clobbering Draco to death. "You sick bastard! What did you do to me?" Draco grabbed both her arms before she could speak another word and pushed her back onto the bed, using his body to keep her from squirming. "Listen here, you came barging in last night, crying because you were so scared of the 'scawwy' thunder. Don't you accuse me of something you know I would never do." His eyes flashed menacingly, though somewhere behind those eyes, was a Draco who couldn't deny that he wouldn't shag her if he could.
Hermione struggled to get one hand free and slapped him across the face. "Let me go!" Draco winced, tenderly lifting a hand to feel his throbbing cheek. She took the chance and got away, running through the bathroom and into her room.
"Wasn't that a bloody brilliant way to start off a good day?" He said to himself sarcastically as he turned in the mirror, only to see his cheek had turned a bright red shade. The one good deed he decides to do, and it miserably backfires on him. Little did he know that that day would turned out to be one of the best days of his life.During her shower, Hermione had managed to calm down and process what had happened the night before. In potions, she had walked by, dropping a folded note in his robe pocket.
'Malfoy,
Sorry about this morning.
Thank you for last night.
Meet me in the room of Requirements at lunch, I have something of yours.
HG.'
It turns out that Hermione hadn't been asleep when Draco had left a kiss on her cheek, and she decided she had to repay the favor. What had started out as an innocent peck on the cheek ended up leading to a very heated snogging session.
That night, Draco couldn't stop thinking about her, and the next morning, Hermione woke up to find a bouquet of tulips and a sleeping Draco leaning against her bed. Hermione kneeled down next to him, brushing his stray hair away from his face.
"Ma-Draco." She shook him gently. "Wake up."
Draco snapped out of his deep sleep as a person snaps out of a trance. He looked up into a pair of sweet brown eyes, belonging to none other than Hermione Granger. He quickly cast his eyes down on the tulips he still held in his tight grasp. "Here, these are for you," Draco mumbled, thrusting the tulips at Hermione.
"Thanks," Hermione's eyes widened. "But what are they for?"
"Ilikeyou-"Draco blurted, his usually stolid face turned a shade of pink. "-alot." Out of all the girls at Hogwarts, and only one made him feel tongue-tied and embarrassed. His usually strong hard demeanor had vanished, leaving the true Draco completely defenseless.
Hermione smiled and said, "That's sweet-Draco. Thanks." With slight hesitation, she kissed him lightly on the lips and got up. "I like you, too." She smiled again, this time slightly bigger, and stepped into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.
From then on, they spent every spare moment they had together, hiding from the friends they knew would turn against them if they were to publicly display their affection.
Draco smiled, remembering how he had fallen accidentally in love with a mudblood that he had come to hate all these years.
A week back at the Malfoy Manor had flooded him with terrible memories, and Draco was grateful when it came time to leave. His father's funeral had been dull and the reading of the will hadn't been much better. Draco had kept himself occupied by comforting his mother. Sure, Lucius Malfoy had been a cruel Deatheater, known for his muggle torturing devices and spells, but somewhere along the line, he had also been a loving husband.
"Bye mother." Draco said before he stepped out of the Malfoy property and apparated back to Hogsmeade where he took a carriage back to Hogwarts.
"Take care, Draco!" His mother cried, waving her handkerchief goodbye.
Draco hopped off the carriage, tipped the driver generously, and took in a deep whiff of Hogwarts air. How nice it felt to be home! He ran up the stone steps and flung open the huge front doors, knocking the younger students off to the sides as he continued his rampage to the Head Common room.
"Uh.." Draco dug deep into his brain, although it had only been a week, he had already grown unaccustomed to repeating passwords. "Gold and silver!" The portrait swung open and Draco leaped in. "Hermione! Hermione!" He ran into the common room to find it deserted and as if no one had been there for days.
"Mr. Malfoy," A stern voice sounded above him, causing Draco to jump and look upwards. Madame Pomfrey was standing at the doorway, glaring at Draco. "Ms. Granger needs her rest, there is no need for the yelling and screaming." She descended the stairs, which creaked threateningly under her weight. "Is there anything wrong?" Draco suddenly turned very pale.
"Nothing to worry about Mr. Malfoy, with some rest, she will be her old self by tomorrow! I assure you." She crossed the common room and exited the portrait. "Good day."
As soon as her rotund bottom disappeared from view, Draco was jumping up the stairs, three at a time. He reached Hermione's doorway and peered in. The room was dark and cool, and in the middle of her bed lay Hermione. She appeared pale and weak, her huge brown eyes closed. Draco silently glided across the carpet and sat down next to Hermione on her bed. He took one of her hands, seemingly cold and stiff, between his hands. She stirred.
"Draco?" Hermione whispered, her voice weak.
"Shhh..it's alright, you need your rest." Draco stroked her damp brown hair. "I'll come back later when you get a little more rest, okay?"
Hermione grabbed his free hand as he stood up to leave. "I'm pregnant." Hermione said with a little more strength.