thank you to all of you who reviewed!! keep up the good work!! i would just like to say that i began writing this story sometime ago and then i stopped when i ran out of inspiration. so here's what i'm thinking. i will post as much as the story that i have, and then if people wish to give me suggestions of what they want to happen to the characters, i can possibly incorporate them into the story. i have a few endings in mind and im not sure which one i want to go with yet... but the ending isnt for some time, so for now, read, review, and enjoy! oh, p.s- i will indicate when i start writing new stuff.
"are you sure you don't want me to come in?" Harry asked as he and Hermione stood in front of the portrait to the Head's Dorms.
"I'll be fine Harry, he can't do anything to me," she said and kissed him. "I'll meet you in the Great Hall at dinner."
"I love you," Harry said and kissed her again.
"I love you too," she replied. She watched as Harry walked away before she stated the password and walked through the portrait. When she wasn't talking, or thinking about the wedding, she loved to be with Harry, everything that had attracted him to her still remained true five years later. His looks, and personality, and courage, and resilance. She knew Harry was the kind of guy every girl wanted, someone who truly loved her, she thought her self to be the luckiest girl that he felt the same way, but at the same time, how come she couldn't picture it? Hermione was the kind of girl who picutured what she wanted, lived life through images in her head, yet she couldn't picture Harry at her wedding, and it scared her, terrified her to even admit it, so she didn't. or tried not to.
as she rounded the corner into the common room, she immedaitly heard moans of pleasure and instinctively put her hand to her eyes as she saw Malfoy and some sixth year Ravenclaw making out passionately and undressing each other. The girls was standing in her skirt and bra, while Malfoy's shirt had been torn off of him and his pants hung around his ankles. His hands were just moving for her bra when Hermione walked in.
"Malfoy, what the hell do you think you are doing?" she screamed at him. Malfoy and the Ravenclaw parted, the girl looked embaressed. She quickly grabbed her shirt and put it on.
"I think its pretty explainable Granger," he replied, he had been so furious earlier that he had to release in some girl, she was the first one that he found. Hermione peeled her hand away from her eyes and had to force her self not to stare at Malfoy's chest. It was so well sculpted everything about his upper body was, and suddenly she could see why every girl threw them selves at him, Draco Malfoy was definitely the most handsom man and Hogwarts, easy.
Mentally slapping her self for thinking that and pulling her gaze up to meet his eyes, he had a smirk of satisfaction, as he opened his mouth to make a comment, Hermione beat him to it.
"I suggest that you get back to your dorm unless you would like me to inform McGonagal of your actions with Mr. Malfoy here," Hermione said in her most 'Head-Girlish' way possible. The girl nodded, realizing she was off the hook and with a wink from Malfoy left the common room through the portrait. Malfoy had leaned down and picked up his pants, buttoning them and fixing his belt.
"you're even luckier that I don't tell McGonigal," Hermione said the idea of him not being Head-Boy pleasing her to no extent.
"you wouldn't do it," he said knowing he was stairing at his chest. He didn't care if he was staring at his worst enemy, no girl could resist his muscles.
"one more act like that Malfoy, and I'll make sure I do it," she said, peeling her gaze away from his abs and heading for the stairs to her bed-room. She only reached the first stair when he spoke.
"I never did get to congratulate Potty and you on your engagement," he said and her blood went cold, some how, having someone outside of her circle of friends say it made it feel like she was a plagued with a disease. She turned around and forced her self to look at him in the eyes. he wore the expression he always wore when he was trying to bug her. Smirk plastered to his face, eyes stormy and meanacing. He would have usually been crossing his arms at this moment, but Hermione knew he wasn't just so that she could keep her eyes on his chest.
"listen hear you little ferret," she said walking off the step and standing in front of him. He was taken aback by her comment.
"when did we start to get into name calling, Mudblood," he said and watched her nose scrunch up as she tried to control her anger, how she hated this man with a passion.
"I don't want any congratulations from you Malfoy," she said stairing into his eyes.
"now here-here," he said placing his hand on her shoulder. It was the first time he had touched the girl in seven years, her touch was so warm and comforting, at that moment he wanted nothing more than to take her into his arms and kiss her. But she pulled away before he even got the chance to take the fantasy any farther in his head.
"don't touch me," she said in such a way that a person would have Malfoy's touch toxic.
"Granger you and I both know that you don't want any congratulations from me only because by doing so you realize what your missing out from," he said and as much as her eyes wanted to travel down his body, she kept them glaring into Malfoy's eyes.
"lets see Malfoy, I'm missing out on a pig-headed, pureblooded, inbred, spoiled little brat who has absolutely no regard for anyone but him self, almost the spitting image of his father!" Hermione cried and Malfoy became more enraged then he ever thought possible.
"what did you just call me you filthy mudblood?" he screamed at her, almost scaring her.
"I'm not afaraid of you Malfoy, don't think I am. You know exactly what I said, and you know exactly well that its true!" Hermione screamed back at him. Malfoy wanted to grab her arms and slap her, it took everything in his body not to do so.
"if I ever hear you insult my family, or another pureblood wizard again Granger, you'll regret it," he said his voice coming back down to its normal tone again. Hermione rolled her eyes and turned for the stairs, he wouldn't touch her, couldn't, Harry would kill him within an instant if he did.
"what ever you say Ferret," she replied as she began walking up the stairs. Malfoy followed suit.
"and Granger," he began. "don't think I didn't catch you stairing at me, you like what you see?" he said knowing it would really get to her. Hermione was blushing so much now that she was just glad she was not facing him.
"don't put your self too high on a pedastool Malfoy, Harry has a better package than you any day," she said, knowing men were sensitive about that. Malfoy knew she was lieing, but had to cover his bases to be sure.
"Granger no man, not even Potter would want to take you to bed," he said, knowing Girls were sensitive about their image. Hermione turned around as she reached her door.
"you'd be surprised Malfoy, just how many men would," she opened the door to her room. "and Malfoy, keep your personal affairs in the privacy of your own room, for everyone's sake," Hermione said and closed the door in his face.
'Had Granger and Potter had sex together?' Malfoy thought as he slammed the door shut to his room. It was decorated in his house colors, with a queen sized bed. He flopped down of it, filled with emotions of rage, embaressment, longing and lust, not a good combonation in his book. 'Granger had sex? She wouldn't, to virginal to do such a thing,' he decided and closed his eyes. a little nap before dinner was what he needed to get the thoughts of her out of his head.
Across the hall Hermione stand with her back against the door, she listened until she heard Malfoy's slam shut.
'I put him in his place,' she thought with a smile as she walked to her desk to begin some home work. She had lied though, not that it mattered, she won the fight, but Harry had no where near the package that Malfoy had. Malfoy was a head taller than Hermione, and his muscles in his chest in arms had looked so inviting. Harry was only just barely the same height as her, and although he was the strongest man she knew, had no where near the body shape that her enemy had. Hermione could only imagine what Draco's package was like, just looking at his chest led her to wonder what normal girls her age would. She blushed at the thought. While Harry wasn't lacking anything by any means, she was pretty sure he was nothing like Malfoy.
Hermione also thought about one of the last things she had said to Malfoy, about how many men wanted her. She had never told that to anyone, not even to Ginny, about all the times guys caught her alone and said that if she ever wanted a taste of something different or got lonely when Harry was gone, they would be more than happy to help out. Hermione didn't think she was pretty, average she guessed, but with the amount of guys that had come up to her, there had to be something attracting them to her. Her chest was average sized, a lot of girls in her year had a bigger chest, and otherwise Hermione didn't know what guys looked for when looking for a girl to bang, but she guessed personality and brain wasn't something on top of their list.
By the time that she had finished her Home work, it was time for dinner. Hermione organized her school work before running a brush threw her hair, as she opened her bedroom door she was met by a rejunivated looking Malfoy, his hand in a fist as if he was about to knock on the door.
"what?" she said, surprised to see him there. They had had more conversation today than they had had all week long.
"I was letting you know dinner was about to start, I didn't know if you fell asleep or not," he said, and realized how soft that made him sound. "I didn't need you complaining when we did rounds tonight," he added. Hermione stood there hiding the expression of dumbfoundness that she was sure plastered on her face.
"thanks for caring Malfoy, but I'm a big girl, I can take care of my self," she said and with that closed her door and walked past him and down the stairs and out to the portrait, pushing Malfoy's actions out of her mind.