A/N: Hi everyone!! Sorry, sorry for the late post... I know its no excuse but I have been so very busy. I just got my GSCE results (YAY!), and have been visiting colleges and that. Anyhow, hope you guys enjoy this next chapter, because after much contemplation I've decided to go back to the old style! Hope you love it, please remember to tell me what you think!
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Disclaimer: No.. I don't own Harry Potter... . .
Draco stood awkwardly next to Granger, until she moved away and began to inspect the room. It was quite nice to be honest, but he'd never say that out loud, his pride wouldn't allow it, "Oh!" Granger exclaimed delightedly, "this is so plush! Its rather nice isn't it Malfoy?" She turned to him waiting for him to agree, her face lit brightly, Draco nodded back, his head stopped abruptly in mid-movement. She touched everything, everything. The filth off her soft, supple skin soiling the ruby and the emerald furniture. He averted his eyes, cursing her unclean blood silently.
He couldn't stand being in her precense any longer, "If you don't mind Granger," he drawled, "I'm going to examine my resting quaters." She looked up at him serious-faced, then when he turned to leave she broke into hysterics of sweet laughter, Draco's lips twiched, "What is it Granger? Whats so funny?" She pointed her finger at him, "What?! Did I break wind or something?!" That caused her laugh even more and before he knew it he was chortling along with her, his facial muscles ached after being vacant for so long, but surprisingly he felt good, a tepid fuzzy feeling grew achingly in his belly.
Hermione couldn't stop the loud cackling that left her mouth, and when Malfoy joined in with her laughter, she felt a strange warm sensation building gradually in her stomach. It felt good. She'd fallen onto the floor, grabbing at her aching belly. First time since the War, she felt good, and who would've known it'd be with Malfoy!
His name snapped her viciously back to reality. She ceased her laughter immediately and stood up, straightened her skirt, "Sorry Malfoy... I just erm.. remembered something.." She didn't linger in the suddenly very uncomfortable environment, instead she marched properly to what she assumed was her bedroom, leaving Malfoy confused in her wake.
Once inside her bedroom, she didn't pause to marvel at its beauty, instead she slammed the door shut then leaned heavily against it and sighed loudly. Then when she'd composed herself she took to examining her new resting quarters... the words made her blush, but a goofy smile stretched onto her rosy lips as she recalled the events prior to this. She'd felt so happy and it wasn't just Malfoy's funny remark, it was him, and his intoxicating presense that made her feel so unbelievably joyous. It was extremmely strange, Malfoy's presense should've made her feel angry or annoyed but it didn't.
A thought came to her, what if he cast a spell or a curse on me when I wasn't looking? Her mood darkened, of course he had, how very typical of that idiot ferret, how could she have possibly thought he'd changed, as if that would ever be possible!
Draco sat on the soft carpet, contemplating. "What just happened?" He said aloud to himself, a mischevious grin spead across his face, "I'm very good at my job is what just happened!" The he stood up and strolled over to his room, after opening the wooden door he paused slightly and inspected the room, then he entered it with a satisfied shrug. He unpacked his belongings from a large trunk, feeling guilty about leaving his Mother behind with a random Healer. Father wouldn't be happy. He stopped. Then he sighed and looked at his hands, they were wrapped around one of his shirts, as if trying to wring them dry. He loosened his grip while he sighed, then he put the shirt into the cupboard that sat by the window.
He looked out, at the Hogwarts grounds, acres of bottle green grass surrounded by darker shrub and tall leafy trees. It was nowhere near as beautiful as his garden at home, but its largeness and simplicity amazed him.
Loud knocking interupted his thoughts, he ignored it and decided to change out of his itchy uniform and into comfortable pyjamas. He unbuttoned his shirt, and paused when he realized the knocking had stopped, then he removed his shirt. It started again, but this time it was noisy thumping. His brow furrowed beause of a mixture of confusion and annoyance.
Hermione was angry. She'd been knocking on Malfoy's door for some time now and he refused to answer. Answers. That was all she wanted, had he cursed or spelled her? Or slipped some twisted death eater potion into her drink? She wanted to question him, only he wouldn't open up, she decided she'd had enough, she grabbed at the door handle with both shaking hands and twised it, then she pushed it open irritably, "Malfoy, what on earth are you up t-"
Malfoy's exposed chest made her stumble, she gasped and fumbled through her mind for something to say, to explain. He smirked at her, "I'm getting changed, is what I'm up to Granger!" She stood there, transfixed by his perfection, his definition. "Malfoy, I'm so s-sorry,I didn't realize.." He allowed her to feel uncomfortable then dismissed her apology with a wave of his right hand, "That's quite all-right, did you need something?" She looked up at him, weighing the situation in her metaphorical hands, "Erm... no... it was nothing." The she turned and left quickly, banging the door shut.
She released a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding, then licked her suddenly very arid lips, trying desperately to get her heavy breathing under control. She left the Head Common Room and headed toward the Gryffindor House instead, she needed to talk to someone about him. She blushed furiously as she recalled his undainted perfection, too perfect maybe, his skin was smooth and pale, translucent almost, the definition of his muscles clear like vines wall made her shudder, she tried not to think traitorous thoughts but it was a struggle, she glanced up at the portait of the Fat Lady and mumbled the password, ignoring her attempt at small talk. Once sat down on a squashy beanbag she waited for Ginny and thankfully not befor long Ginny entered the Common Roon with some sixth years Hermione didn't recognize.
She stumbled over to Ginny, who embraced her warmly, "Please Gin, can I talk to you please?" Ginny heard Hermione say please twice and thought that it must be urgent if she was mistaking her basic English language laws, she smiled apologetically at her friends and nodded kindly at Hermione, took her by the arm, and walked silently with her onto Hogwart Grounds and sat down with her under an isolated tree by the lake.
Hermione looked up at her concerned friend who spoke, breaking a long period of utter silence, "What' up, 'Mione? Why're you looking so flustered.......? And I want proper answers, Ok?" Hermione gazed at her for a second and then nodded. Ginny prodded some more, "Well..? What happened....? Boy trouble isn't it!" She recieved silence, "Speak woman!"
Hermione looked at her, willing her to understand, "Well..." She began..
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