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Chapter 10 Sweet Dreams Hermione laid awake in bed. She had dosed off, but had woken with a start for no reason. She had tried to go back to sleep, but the effort was useless. She was thinking of Draco.
Draco Malfoy rolled over again. He was lying on his black silk sheets in his double bed. His father had managed to get him a private room this year. Sometimes he liked it when his father got him things like that, but other times he wished he could be like a regular student. He always had trouble sleeping, but he found it especially hard tonight. He was to preoccupied by Hermione. They way she looked with the golden glow from the setting sun. He warm brown eyes, her heart felt words. Draco sighed and rolled over again.
Hermione sat up and rubbed her eyes. There was no denying it, she had fallen from Draco Malfoy. THE Draco Malfoy. Hermione got up and peered through the darkness at her clock. It was one thirty in the morning. She crossed the room silently and put on her black school robes over her night gown and opened the door. She walked out of her room and quietly shut the door so she wouldn't wake Maggie. Hermione walked through the eerily deserted common room to the door and climbed out into the hall. Hermione crossed her arms and shivered. Even walking around in the cold is better than lying awake in bed all night. She thought as she turned the corner and walked slowly down the hall way decorated with trophy cases. Hermione pause to look closely at one she found interesting. She had never really noticed them before. They were odd shaped trophies, one was a foot tall but half an inch wide. This had been Betty Rewus' Trophy for first place in the annual Famous Witch contest. She had recited 134 witches that had been burned at the stake. Hermione smiled and moved on. I'm glad they got rid of that contest Hermione thought as she neared the end of the hallway. Something caught her eye. It was a large fat Bronze trophy that sat in the very back of the top case. Hermione stood on her toes to get a closer look.
"Granger?" a voce called from the corridor from which Hermione had come causing her to jump and fall against the opposite wall. The owner of the voice came closer. Hermione relaxed slightly when she saw it was Draco. "Jeez," Hermione said breathing deeply. "You scared me!" She was still leaning against the wall trying to bring her heart back down to its normal pace.
Draco walked closer to her which didn't help her heart any. "Sorry." He said sheepishly helping her back to her feet.
"That's alright." Hermione said crossing her arms again as while she looked at Draco. He was wearing what appeared to be dark green boxers and a white muscle shirt.
Hermione began to walk down the corridor and into a room. "Do you always come out with so little clothing on, preppy?"
Draco smiled and followed her out of the hallway and into a room filled with old books, most of whom were snoring softly. The soft moonlight filtered in through the tall window on the opposite wall. The carpet was a midnight blue and walls were covered in book shelves.
"Most people aren't rooming the halls in the middle of the night do I don't worry about what I wear." Draco said walking next to Hermione. Draco watched her look up at the books in amazement. "Why do you call me preppy?"
Hermione smiled. "You're just preppy." Hermione looked at him and kept smiling. "In a weird gothic way. you're.."
"Preppy?" Draco interjected and they both smiled. Hermione moved to the next shelf of books and peered up. "So I take it you room the halls pretty often?" Hermione asked she wanted to prolong her conversation as long as she possibly could. It was nice when Draco acted like a normal person, speaking to her. treating her like a normal person. Hermione looked at Draco who was now interested in a dark maroon book. "I don't sleep well. Nerves I guess." Draco looked at her "That's not good." Hermione said turning her gaze from him to the next shelf of books. "It's not so bad." Draco said moving next to her to survey the shelf himself. "I know a lot about Hogwarts now." "Really," Hermione said interested. "What about the Prefects do you ever get caught?" Hermione shivered. Draco took one of her hand and rubbed it between his in an effort to warm it up. "Do you really think they patrol? Normally, they're in bed asleep like the rest of us." Draco switched hands. "I've only been caught once, by a Hufflepuff. He didn't report me though."
He looked up at Hermiopne and pulled her closer. She touched his arm. "Don't you every get cold?" She asked alarmed at how cold his skin felt. "No," Draco answered rubbing Hermione's shoulders gently. "I'm used to it." He stopped rubbing Her shoulders and gently placed his hands on her hips. Hermione shivered again, but not because she was cold. She put a hand around his neck and rubbed the back of his head. Draco leaned into kiss her, but Hermione place her finger tips on his soft pink lips. "Only if you swear not to tell anyone." Hermione said softly. Draco kissed her finger tips. "Swear." Hermione said looking directly into his steel blue eyes. "I swear." Hermione put her other hand around his neck and his Draco. She wasn't afraid this time. She was happy to submit to her growing feelings for Draco. Hermione felt Draco's tongue in her mouth ad she shivered again. The passion that had been boiling inside of her was flowing out of her. She didn't care what others would think. Hermione broke away and Draco began kissing her neck. Hermione felt Draco's hand on the small of her back pulling her closer. She could fell his muscular stomach against hers and she sighed. She had been waiting for this for so long. "Draco," Hermione said as he looked at her. "It's late I have to go." Draco kissed her softly and lifted his hands from her hips. Hermione walked to the door and turned to smile at him. "Sweet Dreams."
Chapter 10 Sweet Dreams Hermione laid awake in bed. She had dosed off, but had woken with a start for no reason. She had tried to go back to sleep, but the effort was useless. She was thinking of Draco.
Draco Malfoy rolled over again. He was lying on his black silk sheets in his double bed. His father had managed to get him a private room this year. Sometimes he liked it when his father got him things like that, but other times he wished he could be like a regular student. He always had trouble sleeping, but he found it especially hard tonight. He was to preoccupied by Hermione. They way she looked with the golden glow from the setting sun. He warm brown eyes, her heart felt words. Draco sighed and rolled over again.
Hermione sat up and rubbed her eyes. There was no denying it, she had fallen from Draco Malfoy. THE Draco Malfoy. Hermione got up and peered through the darkness at her clock. It was one thirty in the morning. She crossed the room silently and put on her black school robes over her night gown and opened the door. She walked out of her room and quietly shut the door so she wouldn't wake Maggie. Hermione walked through the eerily deserted common room to the door and climbed out into the hall. Hermione crossed her arms and shivered. Even walking around in the cold is better than lying awake in bed all night. She thought as she turned the corner and walked slowly down the hall way decorated with trophy cases. Hermione pause to look closely at one she found interesting. She had never really noticed them before. They were odd shaped trophies, one was a foot tall but half an inch wide. This had been Betty Rewus' Trophy for first place in the annual Famous Witch contest. She had recited 134 witches that had been burned at the stake. Hermione smiled and moved on. I'm glad they got rid of that contest Hermione thought as she neared the end of the hallway. Something caught her eye. It was a large fat Bronze trophy that sat in the very back of the top case. Hermione stood on her toes to get a closer look.
"Granger?" a voce called from the corridor from which Hermione had come causing her to jump and fall against the opposite wall. The owner of the voice came closer. Hermione relaxed slightly when she saw it was Draco. "Jeez," Hermione said breathing deeply. "You scared me!" She was still leaning against the wall trying to bring her heart back down to its normal pace.
Draco walked closer to her which didn't help her heart any. "Sorry." He said sheepishly helping her back to her feet.
"That's alright." Hermione said crossing her arms again as while she looked at Draco. He was wearing what appeared to be dark green boxers and a white muscle shirt.
Hermione began to walk down the corridor and into a room. "Do you always come out with so little clothing on, preppy?"
Draco smiled and followed her out of the hallway and into a room filled with old books, most of whom were snoring softly. The soft moonlight filtered in through the tall window on the opposite wall. The carpet was a midnight blue and walls were covered in book shelves.
"Most people aren't rooming the halls in the middle of the night do I don't worry about what I wear." Draco said walking next to Hermione. Draco watched her look up at the books in amazement. "Why do you call me preppy?"
Hermione smiled. "You're just preppy." Hermione looked at him and kept smiling. "In a weird gothic way. you're.."
"Preppy?" Draco interjected and they both smiled. Hermione moved to the next shelf of books and peered up. "So I take it you room the halls pretty often?" Hermione asked she wanted to prolong her conversation as long as she possibly could. It was nice when Draco acted like a normal person, speaking to her. treating her like a normal person. Hermione looked at Draco who was now interested in a dark maroon book. "I don't sleep well. Nerves I guess." Draco looked at her "That's not good." Hermione said turning her gaze from him to the next shelf of books. "It's not so bad." Draco said moving next to her to survey the shelf himself. "I know a lot about Hogwarts now." "Really," Hermione said interested. "What about the Prefects do you ever get caught?" Hermione shivered. Draco took one of her hand and rubbed it between his in an effort to warm it up. "Do you really think they patrol? Normally, they're in bed asleep like the rest of us." Draco switched hands. "I've only been caught once, by a Hufflepuff. He didn't report me though."
He looked up at Hermiopne and pulled her closer. She touched his arm. "Don't you every get cold?" She asked alarmed at how cold his skin felt. "No," Draco answered rubbing Hermione's shoulders gently. "I'm used to it." He stopped rubbing Her shoulders and gently placed his hands on her hips. Hermione shivered again, but not because she was cold. She put a hand around his neck and rubbed the back of his head. Draco leaned into kiss her, but Hermione place her finger tips on his soft pink lips. "Only if you swear not to tell anyone." Hermione said softly. Draco kissed her finger tips. "Swear." Hermione said looking directly into his steel blue eyes. "I swear." Hermione put her other hand around his neck and his Draco. She wasn't afraid this time. She was happy to submit to her growing feelings for Draco. Hermione felt Draco's tongue in her mouth ad she shivered again. The passion that had been boiling inside of her was flowing out of her. She didn't care what others would think. Hermione broke away and Draco began kissing her neck. Hermione felt Draco's hand on the small of her back pulling her closer. She could fell his muscular stomach against hers and she sighed. She had been waiting for this for so long. "Draco," Hermione said as he looked at her. "It's late I have to go." Draco kissed her softly and lifted his hands from her hips. Hermione walked to the door and turned to smile at him. "Sweet Dreams."