This chapter isn't really good, so don't go commenting about how bad it was, I have a writer's block. And I have somewhat good news. My applications for my Final destination story are doing well, but I expect more people to apply. So far I only have the visionary and 6 others, so I need 7 more people and it would mean the a lot if you could apply, now continue and review.
Hermione woke up in darkness and felt like she was kidnapped. She felt the coldness of her soulmate's body and smiled at him as she watched him sleep. He was a sweet angel without that scowl on his face. The feel of her warm body against his cold made her feel relaxed. She looked at the clock behind Draco and it read the it was almost six-thirty.
"Drakie, wakey wakey," she poked at him. He groaned and opened his eyes and relaxed when it was only Hermione.
"Don't call me that, I thought you were Pansy. Just call be Draco or Drake, not Drakie."
Hermione nodded and walked out of his room to grabbed her uniform and walked into the bathroom and closed both doors the lead to each other's rooms. She took a shower and changed into her clothes and waited for Draco to be done. He walked down the staircase to the common room, his clothes showing his large muscles. Hermione's eyes bulged out of her head and looked down suddenly, blushing furiously.
"Ready to go?" Draco asked. Hermione took his hand and walked out the the Head's room.
"Wanna race?" Hermione suggested.
Draco nodded. He watched Hermione sprint down the hallway, and damn she was fast for her size. He used his speed to go past her three seconds later and was already at the Great Hall.
"That's unfair," Hermione giggled. Once they reached the door, Draco gave Hermione a little kiss on her cheek before going to his table. Hermione smiled to herself and watched him walk secretly until she reached her own table.
"Good morning," Harry and Ginny both greeted. Ron grunted but didn't look at her. She observed him and noticed he had very dark rings around his eyes and he looked like he was seconds away from passing out. He then looked Hermione in the eyes and scowled.
"So how are you and ferret-boy?"
"We are doing well, we began our reading with no problem, we talked as well."
"About what?"
"The war and how he was doing afterwards."
"WHY WOULD YOU CARE? HE'S A FUCKING DEATH EATER!" he screamed to the top of his lungs, gathering the attention of everyone in the Great Hall. Most people turned to them then turned to Draco, whose eyes were black of anger. Blaise noticed and tapped him and was immediately frightened when Draco's dark eyes turned to him.
"Draco what's with you? Everyone's staring."
"Let them," Draco growled. He turned back to Hermione's eyes and found that her eyes were already looking back at her. His anger took control and he stormed out of the room, knowing Blaise would be following him. He punched the marble wall and watched as his fist went through easily. Blaise stared at him in shock. No one, not even the strongest person could punch though the wall without breaking their hands. Even if the strongest person punched that wall, the wall will have a tiny scratch but with then go away. Then Draco turned his attention to Blaise, his eyes still black, but a bit calmer.
"I need to tell you something, but you can tell no one, I can trust you to say nothing."
"How did you do that?" he asked in shock.
"I did it because I am a vampire. And my mate is Granger."
"Granger? As in Hermione Bookworm Granger? Isn't she a muggleborn?" Blaise asked. He wasn't into the blood prejudice, even before the war. He knew Draco was over it, but he still wan't a fan about muggles or muggleborns. Draco nodded, he knew Blaise would take this calmly without any questions."
"Cool, she's pretty hot," Draco eyes went darker, "but she's not my type. Good for you, does she know already?"
"Yeah, she figured it out from a book Darius gave her. Because he and Tanya are also vampires as well."
"Cool. So you wen't mad about the Death Eater thing, but about Hermione?"
"I was still pretty upset about the Death Eater, but I was even madder at the Weasel."
They spent about ten minutes before students began coming out of Great Hall. He spotted Hermione with Weaslette and Pothead and walked towards them.
"After classes, we will meet in our dorms for our projects," he secretly winked at her causing her to blush. But little did Hermione know was that Ginny saw the whole thing while Harry was talking to Blaise, who decided to continue their little argument from yesterday.
"What the hell was that?" Ginny asked.
"What are your talking about?"
"I'm talking about you and Malfoy."
Hermione looked down and didn't know what they actually were.
"We are friends, only friends." Ginny's eyes narrowed.
"Uh huh," she said and walked away.
Classes were finally over and Hermione walked into her dorm and walked into the room, noticing Draco wasn't in there. She walked into her room and closed the door and pulled off her robe and took off her vest. She then put her arms in her button-up shirt and unstrapped itchy, strapless bra she decided to wear for the first time. She tossed her bra out and walked back down the stairs, looking at Draco, who was covered around her books. She sat beside him on the couch and leaned into him when he wrapped his very cold arm around him. She felt her nipples harden at the feel of his cold body. She began reading and moved closer to him. Later, she was basically sitting on his waist and felt something hard and large underneath her. She gasped and looked at Draco, who looked embarrassed.
"Did I cause that?"
He nodded and stared at something on her. She traced the direction of his eyes and noticed he was looking at her hardened nipples. The intense gaze from him caused something in her lower area and butterflies in her stomach. She turned around and looked him seriously in the eyes.
"Would my first time hurt?"
"Women bleed when their virginity are taken away from them. I'll wait until you are comfortable, but remember I have less than a year."
"I know, I just want my first time to be special."
"And it will be, I promise," he responded, kissing her forehead as she leaned down to his chest. They sat there for half an hour, Hermione sleeping on his shoulder. Suddenly, someone was knocking loudly, waking Hermione from her peaceful state. She got up from the couch and walked to the portrait door and opened it and there stood Pansy and Ron, who walked in as if they owned the place.
"What are you two doing here?" Hermione asked.
"We decided since we have the same topics, we might as well work together," Pansy said, taking the space by Draco, rubbing her hand up and down Draco's arm.
"Alright, let's just get this over with."
Pansy became annoying and kept asked Draco if he wanted to go up to his room every five second. Ron took it to far when his hand went up her skirt near her panties.
"What the fuck, Ron? GET OUT! BOTH OF YOU!" she yelled.
"Don't tell me what to do, you filthy little mudblood!"
"Get the fuck out of here Pansy!"
"But-"
"NOW!"
They both scrammed out of the room. But little did they know was that Ron had a planned a way to get Hermione, if someone found out, he would be screwed.
