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He Called Her Amazing…
-Beginning Of The Week- Early Afternoon -
"Miss Granger? Miss Granger? Miss Granger, are you sleeping?" A squeaky voice asked from atop a pedestal at the front of the class room.
Hermione jutted upward.
"No Professor, I was merely picturing how to do the spell you're going over in my minds eye." Hermione lied quickly.
"But-but my dear Miss Granger, I wasn't going over any particular spell at this moment." Professor Flitwick looked at her strangely.
"Oh," Hermione said barely audible and flushed bright red.
"Unless of course, you went on reading ahead like I tell you not to, and merely thought that I was now going over it." Professor Flitwick, unknowingly, provided Hermione the perfect excuse, and all she had to do was agree with him; funny how that worked out.
"Well, yes that's exactly it. I'm so sorry Professor, I won't read ahead again. I'm just so eager to learn…" Hermione trailed off with a shy smile.
"It's alright Miss Granger." Professor Flitwick carried on with his lesson.
Hermione heard Draco in the back of the class room mimicking her and Professor Flitwick's conversation. She turned around to glare at Draco. He glared back, and when everyone wasn't look smirked and added a wink into the mix. Hermione blushed and turned back around, trying to hide a smile. She loved his stupid little daring moves like that, winking at her during class, or brushing against her through the hallways when they could be seen at any moment. For some reason it excited her.
The bell finally rang signaling class was over and Hermione decided to apologize to Professor Flitwick. She didn't want one of her favorite professors thinking she was a bad student.
Harry and Ron stopped next to her desk waiting for her to pack up her things.
"You go on; I'll catch up with you later. I just need to speak with Professor Flitwick about something." Hermione told them.
They nodded and left with out any protesting. Hermione turned around and spotted the professor heading towards the door.
"Professor Flitwick," Hermione got his attention before he left the class room.
"Oh, yes?"
"I just wanted to apologize for my behavior today during class."
"Oh Miss Granger, you've nothing to worry about. You're a perfectly good student, but you're bound to have a slip up or two." He squeaked.
"Uh, thanks Professor." Hermione wasn't sure whether to take that as a compliment or not.
"Of course, Miss Granger. Is that all?"
"Yes Professor."
"Good, good. I'll see you next class."
Hermione nodded as Professor Flitwick left the classroom. Hermione packed up the rest of her things, paused for a moment, thinking to herself, and then left the classroom as well.
She was walking down the hall yawning, when a hand reached out, grabbed her, and pulled her inside a closet.
She laughed as she felt lips meet her collar bone and travel up. Hermione had felt Draco's body against hers so many times that there was no mistake that this was him, and it was just like him to go straight to her neck.
"Thanks for making fun of me today during class." Hermione said jokingly as she pushed Draco away.
"Aw, come on Granger. Don't get all angry over it. I need to keep up a reputation, other wise someone might think something's going on." Draco said running a hand through his hair.
"I know, I know. I was joking." Hermione rolled her eyes at Draco's lack of humor.
"Right Granger," he huffed, "I'll never get your stupid sense of humor."
"And I for one don't expect you to." Hermione glared, straightened her clothes and turned to leave.
"Ha-ha, who's got the lack of humor now." Draco turned Hermione back around to face him, raising her arms above her and holding them in place.
Just as Hermione was about to protest how that wasn't remotely funny in any way Draco nipped at her lips.
"Merlin do I love making you angry." He whispered in ear, he grinded himself against her body, earning a moan from her.
"Screw you." Hermione said in heavy breaths as Draco's hand slid up her leg inside her robe, and underneath her school uniform skirt.
"Well I do believe that is what we both intend you to do." Draco smirked, and then kissed her passionately.
Hermione moaned through the kiss and pushed herself closer against Draco.
-Halfway into lunch- Great Hall-
Hermione came in, her cheeks still rosy from her previous shag in the closet, and her hair looked a bit more untamed than usual. Who would've thought shagging in a random closet would be the reason for Hermione Granger's frizzy appearance one day? Who would've thought that one day shagging in a random closet and Hermione Granger would ever be put together at all?
"Hermione, where have you been?" Harry asked.
"Yeah, you've missed almost all of lunch." Ron informed her while shoving food in his mouth.
"Yes, yes, I'm sorry." Hermione told them, but she didn't bother giving them an excuse to why it took so long.
Harry and Ron looked at each other with strange expressions.
"Are you alright? You look a bit," Harry looked for the right word, "disheveled."
Hermione feigned innocence.
"No, I'm quite alright." Hermione's cheeks began to tinge pink once more and she unconsciously ran a hand over her hair, smothering it down.
"If you say so Hermione," Harry said going back to his food.
Just at that moment Draco walked into the great hall with a grand entrance, a big smirk on his face. The entire golden trio turned to look at Draco as he walked to his table.
"What's with smirky mc smirky…jerk?" Ron tried to come up with some type of insult.
"Yeah that would've hurt him big time Ron." Hermione said sarcastically.
Ron sneered at Hermione.
"Oh bugger off." Ron turned away from Hermione to sulk.
"Don't be a big baby over it." Hermione said, finally taking a bite of her food.
The bell rang signaling classes. Hermione put her fork down disappointedly.
"Let's go to class."
-Herbology for the Gryffindors- Fourth Period –
"Oh dear, Miss Granger, would you be a dear and run this note to Professor Snape for me?" Professor Sprout asked Hermione.
Hermione hesitated, not liking the idea of having to go near Professor Snape when not absolutely needed.
"Sure, Professor," Hermione put on a fake smile and took the note begrudgingly from her hands, and then headed down to the dungeons.
She walked quickly, wanting not to miss much in Herbology, and wanting to get this over with as quick as possible.
She got to the dungeons soon enough and knocked on the door.
"Come in," Snapes voice called.
Hermione opened the door cautiously.
"Erm, Professor Snape," Hermione began.
"Yes, what is it?" He snapped at seeing Hermione.
"I have a note from Professor Sprout." Hermione held up the note.
"Put it on the desk." He demanded. She complied and stood there nervously not knowing what else to do.
"Is that all?" He asked, whipping his greasy hair out of his face.
Hermione nodded.
"Then be on your way." He hissed. Hermione turned around and hurried through the door. She leaned up against the wall breathing heavily, happy that she got away with no abducted points.
She was about to be on her way back to class when she heard voices down the hall. Being the nosey thing she was she went to check it out. There down the other hall Draco Malfoy and his two cronies walking right behind him. Hermione decided to eavesdrop in on their conversation.
No one said anything again for the three minutes Hermione was following them, which made Hermione suspicious. She hoped that she was quiet enough as not to get caught, she had no idea what Draco might do if he found her; but if they didn't start talking soon they'd, or just Draco might, notice an extra set of footsteps walking.
Hermione held in a gasp as they stopped suddenly in the middle of the hallway. She ducked quickly into a hiding place.
"Why'd we stop?" Crabbe asked in his oafish voice.
"Be quiet you nimrod, I thought I heard someone following us." Draco hissed.
Hermione blushed scarlet and decided that as soon as they start moving again she'd quit following and go back to Herbology.
"Keep walking I'm going to go back." Draco told them.
"Where should we go?" Goyle wanted to know.
"I don't know find somewhere, the Slytherin Common room for example. I'll meet you there in a while." Draco turned around and walked back down the hall.
'Pease let him pass me,' Hermione thought to herself, 'please let him pass me,' she repeated.
Sure enough he walked right by her, and the two goons kept walking forwards. Hermione gave it a few minutes before she decided to make sure the coast was clear and get back to class.
She followed in Draco's footsteps back passing several classrooms she was sure were unused at the moment. Suddenly someone snuck out of the classroom and pulled Hermione back in with them.
"Ah-ah-ah where do you think you're going?" Draco cornered her. "I think you have some explaining to do." He said with an eye brow raised.
"I don't have to explain anything to you." Hermione said defiantly.
"Oh? Here, I'll help you out. Why were you following me?" He leaned in closer to her, stroking his fingertips along her arm and whispering in her ear, "hmm?"
"Oh fine, I was hoping to catch you alone." Hermione said with a sigh.
"Why?" Draco pulled back confused. "What's wrong?" He asked with concern. Hermione just looked at him strangely.
"I was hoping to catch you alone for some, well, alone time." Hermione hinted.
"Oh I see. Well, don't want your efforts to go to waste now do we?" Draco smirked and then proceeded kissing her with haste.
Needless to say it was a little bit longer before Hermione finally got to class, explaining that the stairs wouldn't cooperate with her and it took her quiet some time until they finally let her leave in the right direction.
-Later on that Night- Slytherin Dungeons -
Draco was sitting on his bed in his dorm that he shared with some other Slytherin boys.
He was tossing a fake snitch up and down, not actually thinking about the path of the snitch. Thoughts of one girl ran through his head; thoughts of her body, her brown hair that he loved shoving his fingers into and holding her in place beneath him, and her smile, that beautiful smile that always lights up the room, or her eyes, oh those eyes…
Draco snapped out of it once he realized what he was doing.
'Stop it Draco. Why are you thinking things like this? You're only with her because of the fantastic lay that she is.' He sighed. 'But you felt something more a few weeks ago that one night, the night she first said your name.' He reminded himself. 'Remember how you felt that night?'
Draco groaned. It was shame that a mudblood was such an amazing lay, it only complicates things for him.
Draco put his head in his hands and breathed in deep.
Oh Merlin, his hands smelled just like her. He pulled his hands away with a groan and got up to go wash his hands.
He stopped before he got to the door due to the annoying tapping noise coming from the window.
Draco noted the family owl staring back at him and froze. He slowly walked over to the window, and opened it. The owl fluttered in, dropped the letter, and flew hurriedly back out.
Draco nervously opened the letter, afraid of what he'd read.
Draco,
Meet me in the forbidden forest now.
Father.
Draco closed his eyes. What could he possibly want now?
He grabbed his cloak and snuck out of the common room.
The walk to the forbidden forest was cold, windy, and apprehensive. Draco really had no interest in meeting his father out here now. He was actually hoping to catch Hermione on patrols for a late night rendezvous. Now that was shot, damn his father.
Or maybe it wasn't, maybe his father only wanted to say something he couldn't on paper, and then he'd have time to get back to Hermione.
Draco cursed himself for letting this girl control his thoughts.
He entered the forest silently, looking for any sign of his father. Draco heard a twig snap behind him and he whirled around whipping out his wand pointing it in the direction of the noise.
"Now, now son, you wouldn't want to harm your own father, especially on the night when he has a most special gift for you."
"Hello Father." Draco said glumly.
"Cheer up son; I have such a big honor to bestow upon you."
"What is it?" Draco asked, curiosity getting the best of him.
Lucius smiled and whipped out his wand, casting an immobilizing spell on Draco.
Draco was unable to move.
"Father, what are you doing?" Draco asked nervously.
"Granting you the greatest honor ever given to a wizard during our time. The Dark Lord doesn't want to wait until your wedding to make you a follower. He'll wait to begin his plan then, but you shall make your loyalty known now." Lucius grinned evilly with out knowing this wasn't what his son wanted.
"No, Father, please." Draco begged. "Please Father; don't make me do this, not yet. Please Father, I'm not ready."
"Enough!" Lucius barked. "You'll join the Dark Lord on this night Draco Lucius Malfoy!"
Draco looked into his fathers eyes and saw for the first time clearly something no child should ever see in the eyes of their parent. Or maybe it was the lack of something there that chilled Draco to the bone. There was no love in Lucius's eyes, none what so ever. Only hate and lust for power were there. Draco realized then that his father cared naught for him, only that he wished to turn his own flesh and blood into another mindless zombie working for a half breed, the very thing his father taught him to hate.
His father once told him that pure bloods were the most superior. And how does Lucius support his theory, by following a half breed. It was also that moment that Draco decided that no matter what, even if he was to be branded by this- this- this cult, he would not follow someone he did not believe was worth following; and it was all thanks to his father.
Plans raced through Draco's head. He wouldn't let this happen to him, but he had no choice. He must go through with it because of the spell, and if he backed out in front of the Dark Lord, he would surely be killed. No, he had to think of something. He could run after he got the Dark Mark. No, they'd find him. He could…bloody hell, what could he possibly do? His thoughts turned to Hermione. He couldn't tell her, no never. He could though, go to, and it killed him to think about this was his last option, but he could go to Dumbledore. Actually, that was the only thing he could do, and he'd be damned if he didn't go against his fathers wishes.
Fate smiled, though this was too early for this exact thing to be happening, it was all playing out into Fate's hands perfectly.
Lucius grabbed onto Draco and apparated them to a dark room, and he felt the spell his father had on him lift.
Draco shook in fear, not knowing what to expect, just that it wouldn't be good.
How could his father do this to him? How had he not known that his father didn't care for his well being? Draco grimaced at his stupidity. He just couldn't get over how his father had done this to him.
"Malfoy." A cold voice from the front of the room chilled Draco's body.
Draco felt a strange power forcing him to kneel. He fought it as much as he could but the power was just too strong, and he fell to the ground with a thud.
"You dare defy me?" The voice asked. Draco didn't respond. He heard a hiss come from where the voice was, confirming Draco's suspicion that the voice was the Dark Lord.
"Out!" The Dark Lord Commanded.
No one moved.
"Did you fools not hear me? I said out!" The Dark Lord hissed.
There was a shuffle of feet and Draco could see robes billowing of those who had already been in here, but he himself could not move. Lucius grabbed Draco and tried to pull him up.
"Leave the boy Malfoy, we're going to have a little chat, he and I."
Draco felt his blood run cold, felt his father leave him to be tortured, murdered, what ever the Dark Lord wanted, and felt for the first time completely hopeless.
After all the Death Eaters were out of the room, and it was only Draco and the Dark Lord, Draco felt the power holding him down lift up.
Draco stood slowly, afraid of what might happen.
"I don't understand, Malfoy." The Dark Lord said quietly, with no emotion in his voice. "Do you not want to be powerful? Do you not want to rule the world?"
Draco was silent.
"Malfoy, I know the greed is somewhere in you. I know you want the power I can give you. Think Malfoy, you'll be the most powerful of all my Death Eaters. You'll be my second in command. Don't you want that?"
Again, Draco was silent.
"You won't be following me per say Draco, and as soon as I'm gone you'll be completely in charge of everywhere and everyone."
The Dark Lord hissed.
"Let me show you Draco, what you could have. You could have what you most desired." The Dark Lord whispered as Draco's mind began to drift against his will. "Don't fight it Draco, just look…"
Draco gave in and saw how his future could be.
He saw images of Hermione and himself together, laughing, talking, making love, but it didn't matter to him what he saw them doing; all that mattered was that they were together and happy. Draco's brow furrowed in confusion. They weren't supposed to end up together; Draco knew that, so seeing them together in his future bewildered him.
"I know you want her Draco. I won't force you to be with Parkinson if you want this one. And you can have this one, but only if you join me! With all the power I'll give you, you'll be ten times better than her little golden boys. Think about it Draco, she'll choose you over them, and then you can destroy them."
More images flashed through Draco's head all of them with him and Hermione, but this time they were of him destroying the golden trio and ending the war between the Dark side and the Light side; his side winning, of course.
"So you see Draco, it can all be yours. All of it, the world," The Dark Lord paused momentarily then added silkily, "the girl." He promised. "Join me Draco, and take what's rightfully yours!"
Draco stared off silently thinking about what he just saw, how happy he felt with all the power he held, with Hermione at his side.
Did he want that? Oh Merlin, yes he did, especially now that he's seen he could have it. Thoughts of when he first arrived here came back. He pushed them away thinking that soon enough he'd be powerful enough to take out his father. And, with all the power he'll have why should he go to Dumbledore, that stupid old fool would not be able to help him. He just needed to think about it.
"Join me Draco." The Dark Lord repeated.
Draco shook his head lightly, "I need," he paused with a sigh, "I need more time."
Obviously the Dark Lord figured he had Draco pretty much won, for he smiled and gave the boy his time.
"I'll send a messenger to you everyday for the next four days. I want your answer at the end of the week Draco."
-Next Day- Hogwarts –Dinner-
Hermione sat talking with her friends, not really paying attention to the conversation. Hermione hadn't seen Draco all day and he wasn't at class. 'You're not supposed to be worrying about him Hermione! He's not someone you should care about.' And that's when it hit her. She cared about the bloody bastard. Damn him and his amazing skills to please her, damn his stupid little smirk, and his stupid caresses, damn everything that made her have feelings toward him.
How did this happen to her? She had been so careful hadn't she? She thought she had, but then again one would she had even seen it coming if she had known it was to happen?
"Stupid prick," Hermione mumbled to herself.
"What was that Hermione?" Ron asked.
"Oh nothing, sorry I need to go to the library, completely forgot about an assignment for Ancient Ruins." Hermione gathered her things and hurried out the door leaving the boys staring after her once again.
She pushed open the doors to leave the great hall, then turned around and shut them quietly. When she turned back around she came in contact with a tall, strong body and dropped her stuff.
"Oh sorry about that," She muttered as she bent down to pick up her stuff. When she stood back up she looked at the person she had run into and froze.
There stood Draco Malfoy, the man she just recently realized she cared about, but something was completely different about him, and she could tell by just looking in his eyes.
"Draco." Hermione whispered.
He stared back, a cold distant look in his eyes.
"Where-" she started in a whisper again but cleared her throat and said in a clear, level voice, "Where have you been?"
Again there were no words from him. She decided a new approach.
"I um, I missed you." Her voice got quieter with every syllable and she didn't dare meet his eyes. When he still said nothing she lifted her head to see him and noticed a tiny smirk on his face. This angered her, if he was just going to be a bloody bastard then fine let him be. She didn't need this.
"You're not even going to tell me where you've been?" She raised an eyebrow, this time looking directly into his eyes.
Silence.
Fine, she wasn't going to stand here and talk to a wall the entire day. She pushed past him, brushing against his shoulder shaking her head as she walked.
It was not even a minute after she had walked by him when she was grabbed from behind, forced through a closet door, and pressed up against a shelf in a completely black closet.
Her breath quickened, but relaxed when she felt Draco's body up against hers. His breath tickled her ear and her eyes shut at the feeling.
"It doesn't matter where I've been," he whispered, "only that I'm back, right?"
Hermione didn't respond.
"We promised we'd never wait longer than half a day to be together, remember?"
This time Hermione nodded.
"So why waste time with questions?" He then grabbed Hermione's head with his right hand and pulled her to him, kissing her passionately.
Hermione pushed off his robe and started unbuttoning his shirt while he pushed off her robe and worked on her shirt as well. Hermione ran her hands up Draco's chest and pushed his shirt off while he pulled off hers, then quickly unzipped her skirt and let it fall. He then placed both hands on the wall, one on either side of Hermione, as she fumbled with his pants. Finally she got them undone and pushed them down, then resumed kissing him. He pulled off her underwear, grabbed her legs, wrapped them around his waist and thrust into her hard and fast. Hermione moaned his name several times as she shoved her fingers through Draco's hair. Draco kissed his way down her neck and sucked at her collar bone.
Draco realized something while he was with her. He realized he could have this every day for the rest of his life, he could have her anywhere he pleased at any time, he could make her moan his name for the rest of her life. They could be happy together, all if he joined the Dark Lord. He couldn't tell her this though; oh no she'd go completely crazy on him.
Draco gave a final thrust, coming deep inside her. He looked at her, breathing heavily, and wiped a piece of hair of her face. It occurred to him then how much he actually wanted to be with her then. He buried his head into the crook of her neck and took in a deep breath.
"Merlin, Hermione, you're amazing." He whispered. Hermione's heart gave a flutter when he said her name.
"You just said my name." Hermione told him.
"I know." He whispered with a smirk, then he lifted his head and kissed her passionately.
Hermione smiled as Draco moved away and started getting dressed, only one thought crossing her mind: He called her amazing.
My dear, dear, faithful, and loyal, and completely amazing reviewers (yes I am sucking up can't you tell?) I am so incredibly sorry at how long it took to update. I wrote the chapter a few days ago and I decided it was not what I wanted and it wasn't good enough for you so I deleted four fifths of it and retyped something new. Hopefully you all liked this one. The first one I wrote moved things along way to quickly with the Dark Lord. This one's slower paced. Also, sorry about the not smutty enough scenes for those of you who wanted more smut. I just wasn't really in the mood to type up all that. Another thing, so sorry about the spelling and grammatical errors, I wanted this ready for you guys so bad that I didn't get to check over my work that much…:( sorry. Please forgive my lateness, and bad spelling. Also, please let me know what you thought of the chapter, I love hearing what you guys have to say about my story, whether its that you love the story or hate the story or just wish I'd update more often, please let me know. If you don't review that's fine, I can't force you, but I hope you enjoyed the chapter!
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