In celebration of the new Harry Potter movie, here is a new chapter! I hope you enjoy it! And haha, I will be going to see HP at midnight like the nerd I am.
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Fools Fall In Love, Enemies Fall In Lust
By: Chibi Neko-Chan2
"Talking"
Thoughts
Dream
Emphasis
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Last Chapter Summary:
After finishing Draco's three papers for Ancient Ruins, Hermione didn't have enough time to complete her own. She then finds out that Malfoy turned in his 'in case you fuck up' papers for her. Hermione then has some time for some 'me' time and realizes that she is falling for her arch nemesis! Hermione then finds out that the next step is to share with him something personal that you haven't shared with anyone else. She decided to invite Malfoy to go visit her house, which none of her other friends at Hogwarts had seen before. After being challenged he agrees. The day the train leaves, Draco almost misses his train but manages to get on at the last moment. When they reach Hermione's home, the doorbell rings and Hermione introduces her friend CJ. Malfoy is jealous of him. Cj then leaves and Hermione gives Malfoy the tour of the bedroom. She explains that he will be sleeping on an air mattress. Malfoy then meets Hermione's mother Priscilla, who is a fortuneteller, and her father Derek, who is the high school's drama teacher who dresses up as their mascot- Trix the Rabbit. After a very interesting dinner, Hermione and Draco decide to watch Twilight. Draco comments on how gay Edward is and Hermione tells him he wouldn't know romance if it slapped him in the face. Hermione then reads Malfoy's palm which explains he doesn't fall in love easily but when he does, he falls hard. Hermione and Draco then get into a heated argument and they end up locking lips! The chapter ends with Draco leaving Hermione in the living room all alone.
This Chapter:
A yawn escaped Hermione's lips as she twisted from her side to her stomach on her bed. Not wanting to get up and face the day just yet, Hermione flipped her pillow over and snuggled her face in the cool fabric. After a dreamless night, Hermione's thoughts traced back to last night happenings.
Draco and her still hadn't conversed since he had left her in the living room alone the night before. Hermione remembered returning to her bed chamber later that night to see the air mattress already blown up and the blond boy resting on top with it. She noticed that Malfoy was unable to locate where the spare blankets and pillows were, so she ended up placing the warm comforter on top of his lean frame. Her fingers tingled when the memory of Draco's silky blond hair on her fingertips filled flooded back into her mind as she lifted his head to place a pillow beneath him. A satisfied sigh had left the boy's lips and tickled her arm when she finished.
Hermione was not surprised that she had drifted off into a dreamless slumber since she was up for half the night. It somehow became impossible for her to sleep properly when, in the back of her mind, she knew that her crush slept beside her. The Gryffindor found herself looking at Malfoy from the corner of her eye many times the night before. It was hard to ignore Draco's vulnerable state when he kept his barriers up all the time.
It was like she was able to see a hidden part of Malfoy that he kept from the rest of humanity. Hermione was not going to let that opportunity pass.
Hermione ran a hand through her tangled hair as she glanced at the Slytherin one last time. A blush tinted her cheeks when her cinnamon brown eyes landed on his thin lips. However thin they might be, they certainly did not impede Malfoy's kissing abilities. Last night, the tall blond had left her breathless and, damn him for this, wanting more.
Kicking her comforter off her, the brunette beauty got up from her warm bed and silently made her way towards the door. The wooden floor creaked softly under her light weight and she glanced over her shoulder to make sure Draco didn't stir from his slumber. When he didn't, Hermione continued to make her way towards her bedroom door until she was in front of her brown book bag that was beside her bedroom's entrance.
As quietly as possible, Hermione kneeled down in front of her school bag and unbuckled it. Hermione made her way inside the bag and pulled out the well-known purple, furry book. After securely locking the book in her arms, Hermione stood back up and exited her room. She couldn't help but glance at the sleeping male as she softly shut her bedroom door behind her.
A blue index card caught Hermione's attention as she ambled into the kitchen. Hermione placed her purple book down on the counter before ripping the taped index card off the refrigerator door. Her mother's cursive stated that Hermione's father and her left to attend the Renaissance festival for the day. Hermione guessed that the two dressed up as pirates when she read the last line. It stated to 'have fun mateys!'.
The seventh-year threw away the index card in the trashcan and then proceeded to open her book. Barbie appeared on top of the book's pages moments later. She looked spectacular, as usual. Her blonde hair was styled in French-braided pigtails and she was dressed in a pair of short, jean overalls with a pink tank top underneath. White and pink sketchers covered her feet and the exposed part of her body was tan.
Hermione was a bit jealous that Barbie could still hold class even when she was dressed as a simple farmer's girl.
"Good morning darling," Barbie greeted, swinging a basket of freshly picked strawberries in her hands, "Sleep well?"
"Not really," Hermione answered, keeping her voice level down so that Malfoy would be unable to hear her from upstairs. Barbie frowned as she placed her basket on a small, white end table beside her.
"How unfortunate," The blonde miniature commented sadly, "Why?"
Hermione bit down on her lip and momentarily glanced away at Barbie's question. The blush from earlier crept back up her face when the thought of Malfoy kissing her became a picture in her mind. Barbie was going to flip.
"Malfoy kissed me last night," Hermione answered sheepishly; her cinnamon brown eyes glancing at the miniature blonde on the page. Hermione awaited for her friend's reaction.
Hermione was right. Barbie flipped.
"Holy Jeebees! Are you serious?! I mean, of course you are serious or the lie detectors would be going off! OMG, Hermione! Congrats! You must be capturing his heart!" Barbie said so quickly that it seemed like one long run on sentence instead of a couple separate sentences. The blush on Hermione's cheeks grew slightly when Barbie mentioned that Hermione was capturing Malfoy's heart.
Was that even possible?
"Barbie, even if Malfoy has a heart, I am almost positive that I am the last person he would give it too," Hermione remarked, unconsciously rubbing her hand up and down her arm for comfort. She shouldn't have cared that Malfoy didn't like her. The fact that he didn't, however, made her heart feel heavy and it dampened her mood.
"Awww honey. Don't be such a pessy-pants! Why should you care anyways? He likes you, not the other way around," Barbie concluded. Her bright blue eyes then scanned Hermione's face and Barbie realized that she had been wrong.
"OM DOUBLE G. You are falling for Malfoy too! How incredibly sweet!" She squealed, cupping her hands around the frame of her face. Hermione brought her hands up in defense. If Barbie, of all people, could tell what type of position she was in- what about Malfoy himself?
"What? Fall for Malfoy? There's not even fall in Malfoy… well technically, yes there is but its scrambled up and spelled incorrectly," Hermione argued, blurting out the first thing that came to her mind. She realized she didn't make much sense, but who cared? She was talking to someone who didn't understand common sense herself.
"You are absolutely smitten, which is fantastic because the next step is to go on an official date with him!" Barbie stated and Hermione felt her stomach flop, "I would have advised you to try to get a kiss from him, but you two are already locking lips! This makes me think you'll be sleeping together before you even get to step ten!"
"Oh no. I am not getting into bed with Malfoy anytime soon," Hermione rationalized as she shook her head back and forth, "I am going to extend that deadline as much as I can."
"We'll see about that," Barbie said and then blinked when an idea came into her mind, "You should let me meet this handsome fellow! Where is he?"
"In my bedroom-" Hermione tried to snap her mouth shut as soon as she realized what she just said, but Barbie already jumped on the bandwagon.
"In your bedroom!? Oh la la. Hermione, you naughty girl, what else did you guys do besides kiss?" Barbie inquired, placing her pale hands on her hips and cocking her blonde head to the side curiously.
"We didn't do anything else! Will you please not be so vulgar?" Hermione said as her hand found the edge of the book, "I'm going to go since this conversation is getting out of hand. Goodbye."
Hermione sighed as she shut the purple book. She ran a hand through her unruly brown hair. Everyone was on her case about liking Malfoy and Hermione didn't know how much she could handle. The situation was driving her insane.
"What in the Merlin is that girl thinking?" Hermione asked herself quietly.
"What in the Merlin are you thinking, Granger?" Hermione nearly jumped out of her skin at the sudden icy, masculine tone, "and whom in the bloody hell are you talking to?"
"Talking to? Malfoy, you are funny. I'm talking to no one because nobody else is here," Hermione answered, her face clearing spelling out the word 'duh.' Malfoy's slate eyes narrowed as he took a step closer to the petite girl.
"Hmmhm."
His pale hand reached out. Hermione froze in place, not prepared for what he was about to do. Instead of touching the Gryffindor, however, his hand snaked around her and grabbed the furry book on the counter.
"Are you bloody kidding me? You're still reading this thing?" Malfoy questioned, balancing the book's weight in one hand. Hermione tried to snatch the book away from the tall male but he pulled it back slyly, "What's so great about it anyway? There has to be something interesting in it if you've been keeping it for months."
Hermione remained frozen in place. Was Malfoy about to open the book? Her plan would be ruined if he did! She couldn't wrestle it from him like she did last time or he would really suspect something wasn't right. She quietly prayed that Malfoy would just shrug it off and give her back the book.
"Are you going to answer me or what?" Malfoy pushed, his eyes scanning Hermione's wide, cinnamon brown eyes. The Gryffindor girl flushed in response, her mind going blank and she was unable to answer him.
Malfoy rolled his eyes as he opened the book, "I'll just find out myself."
Hermione's throat dried and she was still incapable to move. Well, that was that. Barbie was going to pop up, blurt the secret out of her lip-glossed mouth, and it would be over. Hermione, at least, wouldn't have to sleep with Malfoy then. That was a perk… right?
What the bloody hell!? Why was she questioning herself about THAT?
Hermione watched as Malfoy raised a light eyebrow. His slate eyes then fell back on Hermione's face, "A cook book? Trying to get away from that peanut butter spaghetti your mom made? I don't blame you."
Malfoy shut the book and shoved it towards Hermione. Hermione took the book in her hands, grateful that she was the only one who could see what the book truly held inside. The brunette felt her blood pressure decrease as relief swept over her body.
"Ye-Yeah. A cook book," Hermione answered, a ring of questioning in her voice. Malfoy, fortunately, didn't catch it as he crossed his lean arms over his chest.
"So, not that I'm looking forward to it at all, but what are we going to do today?" He asked. Hermione glanced away from him, placing the book back on the counter.
"We're going on a date," She answered simply before glancing over her shoulder at him, "So, what do you want for breakfast?"
"You and me…on a date?" Malfoy decided to tread on the topic they avoided all morning, "Granger, just because I kissed you, it doesn't mean we're serious. Far from, actually."
"Malfoy, I'm not insipid. I know that… kiss… meant nothing," It was hard for Hermione to say but she swallowed her pride, "And when I said date, I didn't mean a romantic one. A definition of a date is a social gathering and that was what I meant to imply."
Malfoy's eyes narrowed at her words. When any girl asked him out on a date, he knew it was suppose to have a romantic atmosphere to it. He also knew Hermione was lying through her teeth; she just didn't want to face outright rejection. Malfoy found this interesting, so he decided to play along.
"I see. Tell me, what would we do if I agreed to this date?" Malfoy questioned. Hermione felt her hopes lift when he didn't reject her on the spot.
"I was thinking about going to the movies or something," Hermione answered, pulling out some pans and other supplies in order to make breakfast. Hermione then grabbed a rolled up newspaper on the counter and handed it to Malfoy, "You could pick the movie."
Malfoy didn't say anything as he took the newspaper out of Hermione's grasp. The blond boy pulled out a chair from the table and took a seat. His eyes scanned the front page, where it informed him to flip to page four to see movie times and showings.
"What movie theatre?" Hermione heard Malfoy ask as she placed bacon in the frying pan.
"Ocean Lakes 12."
"Hmm," Malfoy responded. Hermione started making the pancake batter as the room grew quiet. Malfoy's eyes scanned the paper, reading the reviews and summaries of the movies. A clever grin crossed his face when he read about a movie that was 'bone-chilling' and 'the best horror of the year!'. It had five stars and the picture sent goose bumps up his arm. If he was able to get chills, Hermione would probably piss her pants.
"I agree to this so-called social gathering if we go to this one," Malfoy informed when Hermione walked to the table with two plates in her hand. She handed Malfoy his before taking the seat across from him.
"Oh really?" Hermione asked, grabbing the maple syrup that was placed in the middle of the table, "Which one? The Kitty Meows?"
"No," Malfoy answered harshly as Hermione laughed at her joke. He took a jab at his pancakes as he answered, "The Bloody Horror."
Malfoy smirked as he watched the Gryffindor's face pale. If she was already this scared, he couldn't wait to see her reaction at the theatre. He took another bite of his food before saying, "We're going to the five o'clock showing. I better start getting ready after eating breakfast."
Hermione raised a dark eyebrow as she turned slightly in her chair. Her cinnamon brown eyes momentarily scanned the clock before turning back to the blond male, "But it's only ten in the morning."
"My point exactly," Malfoy stated and Hermione shook her head. This guy was the biggest prima donna she knew! She watched as Malfoy hurriedly finished off the rest of his breakfast, not able to manage to get a piece of her own breakfast in her mouth because she was fascinated with how fast Malfoy was eating. It was so out of character for the male.
"I'll see you around four," Malfoy announced as he got up from the kitchen table and placed his dishes in the dishwasher. Hermione remained in shock as the Slytherin fled from the room.
Guess I should take a nap since I barely got any rest last night… Hermione thought as she ate another piece of her pancake.
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Draco, somehow, successfully avoided Hermione before the time for their date. Hermione would have thought that the task would have been deemed impossible because they were in the same house and shared the same bedroom, but Draco managed. When she had been downstairs napping, he was upstairs in her bedroom. When the brunette was in the shower, the tall blond would be in her room getting ready, and when she was in her room getting prepared, Draco lounged downstairs. The two had effectively ignored each other until the cat clock meowed four in the afternoon.
Hermione closed her Paramore and Spice girl covered door and made her way downstairs. Her dress attire was casual but appropriate for a date. A sexy black top covered her top portion, cutting off in a u-shape so her chest was shown modestly. The sleeves covered around two inches of her thin shoulders and a decorative, silver clasp pinched the middle of each strap. Dark denim jeans covered her lower half and black wedged heels covered her feet. Her toenails were painted a sapphire blue and a jeweled belt circled around her hips. Hermione's hair was curled into a low side ponytail and a blue ribbon held her thick hair together. Her makeup made her eyes pop and she smelled like cool water.
Hermione carried a small, black wallet purse in her pale hand. It contained her license and some money if Draco didn't man up to the job. Hermione's heels clicked their way into the kitchen and Draco made his way out of the bathroom, where he had been gelling back his sun-kissed blond hair. He wore an emerald long-sleeve, button up shirt and black jeans. Dress shoes covered his feet and he smelled of rich cologne.
"You clean up well," Malfoy stated, trying his best to sound casual although his stomach knotted up when he saw her. He had never seen someone look so flawless… well, besides himself.
"Wow, I'm impressed. How many girls have you charmed with that one?" Hermione asked, a bit of sarcasm dripping off her tongue as she painted her lips a rouge color. She turned towards him and mentally slapped herself when her eyes landed on his light pink lips.
"Just one," Malfoy answered, giving Hermione a look that clearly explained that he meant her. Hermione rolled her eyes as she walked towards the entrance of the door with Malfoy ambling behind her. She hoped she smelt as intoxicating as he did.
Hermione opened the front door and locked it when Malfoy passed by her. She could feel his eyes on her back as she pulled out the car keys and made her way to her vehicle. It was a small, beat-up brown and white volks wagon, but it was Hermione's baby. She unlocked her side of the car, climbed in, and pulled the small bar up on the passenger side door to let Malfoy in.
"This is Hank," Hermione explained, placing her car key in the ignition and turning it on. Malfoy turned towards Hermione with a look of skepticism. She furrowed her light brown eyes together as she placed her seatbelt on and pulled out of her driveway.
"What?" She asked defensively.
"You named your car?" He asked, his slate eyes narrowing slightly, "and you named it Hank?"
"Is that a crime?" Hermione shot back as she flicked her turn signal on and switched lanes. Draco tilted his head down and pinched his nostrils in annoyance. How did he get himself into this situation again?
"Oh, and put your seatbelt on," Hermione ordered, glancing up at the review mirror to make sure no one was riding her tail. When Malfoy didn't move, it was clear to the Gryffindor that he had no idea what she was talking about. She placed her two fingers beneath her seatbelt and pulled the seatbelt slightly up. Hermione then let go and let it snap back into place, hoping her demonstration showed Malfoy what she meant.
A small smile crossed Hermione's lips when Malfoy reached back and placed his seatbelt securely around him, "This movie better be good."
"You're the one who picked it," Hermione shot back. She was not in the mood to listen to Malfoy complain the whole ride there, "What do you want to listen to? I have a couple CD's but they're old. I have a Dashboard Confessional one, The Wicked Soundtrack, and a CD filled with classical compositions."
"What a variety," Malfoy joked, placing his arm above Hermione's head and pulling out the Dashboard Confessional CD from the CD holder that hung off the sun visor, "Where do I put this?"
"In the CD player….?" Hermione answered smartly and Malfoy glared at her.
"Excuse me for not having this piece-of-crap machine back where I live."
"Hank is not a piece of crap," Hermione retorted defensively, putting a bit too much force in her turn. The car nearly tipped off the road and Malfoy felt his heartbeat accelerate.
"Are you trying to kill me?" Draco asked as he passed the CD to Hermione. She rolled her eyes at him as she placed it in the player.
"Believe me Malfoy, if I was trying to kill you, your death would have been a tad more tragic," Hermione responded as Dashboard's Confessional's 'Hand's Down' song started to play softly from the radio. From the corner of her eye, Hermione watched as Draco leaned back and relaxed.
"Touching."
The rest of the car ride was pretty much silent with the exception of Malfoy's remarks about the lyrics or style of a song. The brunette girl watched as Malfoy placed his long, pale finger on the seek button and flip to other songs if the one playing didn't satisfy him. The last song on the Dashboard Confessional CD was playing when Hermione pulled into the movie theatre parking lot and parked Hank.
Hermione and Draco unbuckled their seatbelts and climbed out of Hermione's car without sharing a word. Hermione wasn't crazy about horror films, since she had faced her fair share of horror stories in her own life. Her only advantage was that she didn't get as scared easily watching them now. Draco, however, could already feel his stomach tying in knots and sweat gathering on the back of his neck. Why had he suggested a horror film?
The Kitty Meows looked promising right about now.
Hermione stepped up to buy her ticket in line, but Malfoy gently pushed her aside. She remained quiet as he ordered two tickets to The Bloody Horror.
"Wow, an act of kindness. You're on a roll, Malfoy," Hermione commented, opening the door to the movie theatre and making her way with Malfoy into the grand lobby.
"Don't be so hopeful. I just know you need to save your money for other things. Like a new wardrobe, " Hermione sighed as Malfoy eyed her, "You, however, don't look so bad tonight. You should dress like this more often. Weasal would probably slobber all over himself like the dog he is."
"I know this might be hard for you Malfoy, but do not talk about my friends so negatively," Hermione said, waiting in the concession stand line. She hadn't eaten since breakfast and her stomach was growling, "Especially Ronald."
"Why? Don't tell me you have affectionate feelings for Ronald McDonald," Malfoy nearly laughed as Hermione placed her order for two large cokes, a hotdog, and a pair of sour patch kids.
"Why? Jealous?" The employee at the movie theatre raised an eyebrow as she filled the two large cups with soda. Malfoy gave her a cold stare and the employee tilted her head down shyly.
"That's laughable and if you did, then your taste in guys is horrible," Malfoy remarked as he handed the tickets to the employee collecting them. Hermione argued that Ron was a nice guy with a good heart as they found a seat near the back of the theatre.
"Sounds like Weasel is such a thrill," Malfoy said sarcastically, taking a seat next to Hermione. Hermione bit down on her lip to keep herself from saying smart as the lights dimmed and the previews started to play. She glanced at Malfoy from the corner of her eye and he was nervously rubbing the back of his neck.
"Oh, I know. Isn't the dancing popcorn always the scariest commercial?" She joked playfully and Malfoy couldn't help but smirk.
"Shut your mouth, Granger."
"Or what?" Hermione challenged back in a whisper. She felt a sudden rush of bravery course through her body and she said the first thought that filled her mind, "Are you going to kiss me again?"
Malfoy didn't say anything in response as the opening credits for the horror movie started to play. It started out with a group of teenagers, who were actually played by a group of actors in their early twenties, in a forest. They were having a bonfire party and getting drunk. Malfoy rolled his eyes at their lameness and Hermione rolled her eyes at their stupidity.
"The blonde girl is going to be the first to die," Hermione commented softly so only Malfoy could hear her, "after showing loads of cleavage and the shredding of clothes, of course."
Hermione was right, the blonde girl faced a very bloody death after sharing an intimate moment with her cheating boyfriend. When the movie only got more brutal and gruesome, Malfoy's cheeks flushed. He felt like he was about to throw up as he squirmed uncomfortably in his seat. Hermione, however, seemed her usual self as she took a bite of her hotdog.
"This is getting good," Hermione muttered under her breath, watching one of the male character's head getting chopped off. Draco looked at the Gryffindor in repugnance, how in the Merlin was she staying so calm? For all he knew, she probably found death appealing. A cold sweat ran down Malfoy's pale forehead as he got up. Hermione turned towards him, a look of confusion on her face.
"Stop looking at me like that. I just have to go to the bathroom," Malfoy snapped at her before walking out of the aisle. Hermione simply shook her head as she focused back on the movie.
An hour and twenty-five minutes later, Malfoy reappeared. Hermione had her thin arms crossed casually over her chest as the credits rolled on the movie screen. She was one of the only people left in the theatre. Malfoy played with the collar of his shirt as he sat back down. His slate eyes studied the screen for a moment before turning to Hermione.
"So, what did I miss?" He asked in a nonchalant tone.
Hermione gave him a skeptical look before answering, "The movie."
"Bloody hell, I was looking forward to more cleavage," Malfoy joked, standing up. Hermione continued to give Malfoy a cynical look as she walked out of the movie theatre behind him.
"You were the one who wanted to see the movie and then you leave me alone," Hermione complained.
"I can't help it if I had to go to the bathroom," Malfoy responded. His slate eyes landed on her face and noticed it was as flushed as his was an hour and a half ago, "You're scared, aren't you?"
"Who wouldn't be after watching that?" Hermione asked, her voice sincere as a shiver ran down her spine, "I'm not going to be able to sleep for weeks."
"Come on Granger, it probably wasn't as bad as you're making it seem."
"Maybe I would have considered your opinion if you had watched the movie," Hermione stated before climbing into her car and unlocking Draco's side, "I can't get the picture of the murderer out of my head."
Malfoy let out a deep sigh, knowing that the Gryffindor would only continue to rant on about the movie if he didn't calm her down in some way. Before she reversed her automobile out of the parking lot, the Slytherin placed his hand on Hermione's shoulder and gave it a comforting squeeze.
"Just picture the murderer doing or looking like something funny," Malfoy told her softly as he rubbed his thumb in circles on her shoulder blade, "For example, like the murderer looking like Weasal. Isn't that just hilarious?"
Hermione, who had her head bent slightly downward, let out a small laugh before punching Malfoy in the arm, "You're a jerk."
"Someone has to fill the spot," Malfoy replied, slowly taking his hand off her shoulder and leaning back on the car seat, "Seriously; you want to see something comical? It'll definitely keep the killer off your mind."
Hermione placed a hand to forehead sheepishly as she let out another laugh, "Why not?"
"You asked for it," Malfoy turned towards Hermione and she lifted her head up so that she was staring directly at him. Her cinnamon brown eyes took in his slate ones and Hermione felt the heat rising on her cheeks.
Then Malfoy did something to Hermione that left her awestruck. It was as just as thrilling as his kiss and it definitely had her heart hammering in her chest. What was it that exactly blew her away?
Draco Malfoy was genuinely smiling at her and he had the most attractive smile. His white teeth stood out against his light pink, thin lips and his slate eyes never looked so alive. As cheesy as it sounded, his eyes sparkled like fireworks.
Then the sparkle was gone when his smile was. Hermione frowned when Malfoy glanced away from her, "Funny, huh?"
"Actually, I don't see what's so funny about your smile," Hermione replied softly as she reversed the car and started to drive back home, "but you were right about one thing."
Malfoy turned towards Hermione with one eyebrow raised, "And what is that, Granger?"
"That it will definitely keep the killer off my mind," Hermione answered, turning towards Malfoy for a moment and giving him a small smile, "So what do you want to listen to on the way home?"
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Malfoy placed his hand over his eyes, rubbing the sleep out of them as he woke up from his afternoon nap. His slate eyes adjusted to the light in the room. The lights to the room were off, but the great fire in the fireplace lit the room in an orange, fluorescent color. The sheets around him were cold, but the warm fire evened the temperature out.
Malfoy sat up in his bed, running his hands through his un-gelled, sun-kissed blonde hair. He closed his eyes, trying to remember what day it was and what he did before he took his nap.
"You're finally up," a feminine voice said tenderly. Malfoy's eyes shot open, instantly recognizing the voice. He turned his head towards the left side of the room, where the voice was coming from. Malfoy's breath caught in his throat as he took in the other person's appearance.
"I was getting lonely," Hermione responded. Her brunette hair was styled in soft ringlets and it cascaded down her petite shoulders. She was dressed in a dark purple nightgown that fell to the middle of her creamy thighs. She looked stunning.
Malfoy's eyes grew wide. Where the hell was he? It didn't look like the Slytherin's boys dormitory and Granger wouldn't have been able to sneak into there anyway. Why was Granger with him, anyway? It wasn't a problem for him, but he had no clue what was going on.
"Explain to me what's going on, Granger," Malfoy said, pulling the covers closer to his cold body. He glanced down to see that he was shirtless and dressed only in a pair of silk white boxers.
"Why does it matter?" Hermione responded slyly as she walked slowly to where Malfoy was sitting. She giggled as she placed her hands on either side of his legs and ached her back forward. Her warm breath tickled his ear as she whispered, "All that matters is that we're together."
"Have you gone bloody insane-" Malfoy was interrupted when a soft moan escaped Hermione's painted lips. He looked down at her and watched as she climbed onto the bed. The Gryffindor then straddled him as she rubbed her hands smoothly up and down his built arms.
"As much as I love our conversations, Malfoy, I'm not really in the mood for a discussion," Hermione said. Her hands stopped their vertical movement and they gripped him roughly. Malfoy looked towards Hermione's face and saw that she was staring intensely at him.
"I need you inside of me."
A smirk crossed her pretty face when Malfoy's lower half answered her need. Granger was too tempting and it was hard for Malfoy to resist. He placed his hot mouth on her neck and started to kiss her there as she tugged his white boxers off.
Malfoy could feel the Gryffindor's breast harden as he started to kiss her passionately in the same place. He started to work on giving her a hickey as she positioned herself on top of him. It slightly surprised him that she hadn't been wearing anything underneath her nightgown.
"Lean back and relax, Malfoy," Hermione managed to say as he finished kissing her neck. Malfoy complied and softly groaned when he slipped deeper inside of her, "I'm about to give you the ride of your life."
Oh Merlin, Hermione was not holding back tonight. Her shyness was completely gone and if she continued saying these things, Malfoy didn't know how he would handle himself. His hands gripped her slender hips as she rocked her body forward.
"Oh Malfoy… Malfoy…"
"Malfoy…"
"Granger," Malfoy replied softly as he straightened his body out. Hermione rolled her eyes at the sleeping boy.
"Malfoy!"
Malfoy's eyes shot open and he nearly screamed when he saw Granger kneeling in front of the air mattress. Malfoy hurriedly rearranged the blankets near the bottom half of the bed as he muttered, "What is it, Granger?"
"…I'm still afraid," Hermione confessed, tilting her head down timidly. She had her comforter wrapped around her petite frame and her small hands held her pillow. Malfoy rubbed his eyes and saw that it was almost two in the morning.
"Did you picture my smile?" He asked, his voice still sleepy as he tried to keep his eyes open. He watched Hermione's head nod.
"Nothing's worked. I tried picturing funny things, counting sheep, listening to music on my Ipod…" Hermione responded, before glancing over her shoulder in a state of paranoia.
"Okay, but I have no idea how any of this includes me. It's not my fault that you got scared," Malfoy said, his interruption of sleep now getting to him and making him crabby. Besides, his dream was keeping him entertained in the least.
"Technically, it is your fault. So you're responsible for my overreaction phase," Hermione felt her shoulders slightly fall when Malfoy glanced coldly at her.
"What do you suppose I do then?" Malfoy asked. Hermione glanced back down at the floor and Malfoy could read from her expression what she had in mind.
"You want to sleep with me, don't you?" Malfoy asked. Hermione didn't answer him and he knew that she was embarrassed that he had figured it out. He let out a sigh, deciding to be nice just this once. She was letting him stay at her house, after all.
He didn't say anything as he wrapped his arm around her forearm. She looked at him and felt her heart flutter when he pulled down the blankets on the other side of him, letting her get the inside to feel more secure. Hermione kept quiet as she made herself comfortable on the air mattress. Malfoy had his back turned towards her after he let go of her arm.
"I'd feel safer if you were turned towards me," Hermione remarked as she pulled the blankets around her. Draco sighed; knowing that arguing with the brunette would be a helpless scenario. He flipped his body on the other side so that he was now facing her.
"Would you feel safer if I placed my arm around you, too?" Malfoy asked his tone clearly sarcastic. When silence filled the air, Draco knew that his request was one she considered. For show, he would have rolled his eyes at this, but he felt his heart skip a beat when Hermione didn't protest against his question.
A small shiver ran down Hermione's thin frame when her supposed arch nemesis's warm breath tickled her bare neck. She then felt a strong arm wrap around her body and pull her closer to him.
"Now stop complaining. I need my beauty rest," Draco ordered as he made himself more comfortable in his new position. He took in a deep breath and the scent of Hermione's hair surrounded him. It smelt like lavender.
"…Thank you, Malfoy," Draco heard Hermione say softly as she dug her head deeper into her pillow, "good night."
"Night, Granger."
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After a teary eyed goodbye from her mother, mainly because Draco was leaving, and a hug from her father, Draco and Hermione took the morning train to Hogwarts. The train ride was quiet with barely any other passengers aboard. Hermione busied herself by reading the newspaper as Draco napped on the seat across from her. Hermione couldn't help but notice how Draco looked so…pure… when he slept.
When the train came to a stop, Draco was still peacefully sleeping. Hermione didn't want to be the person to have to awake him from his soothing slumber, but she didn't have much of a choice. Hermione gently placed her hand on Malfoy's shoulder and gave it a slight shake.
"Malfoy, wake up. It's time to go."
A slight moan escaped Malfoy's thin mouth and Hermione felt herself blushing. Malfoy slowly opened his eyes as he reluctantly sat up.
"This is the second time you've woke me up in less than twenty-four hours," Malfoy commented as he stood up and grabbed his luggage, "You better not be making this a habit."
"Oh, I apologize. Next time I'll just abandon you and let you miss your stop," Hermione replied as she also fished her luggage out of the overhead bin. The Gryffindor then made her way out of the compartment and off the train. Draco followed behind her as they climbed into the carriage that would transport them to the castle.
"You ready to face school?" Hermione asked casually as the carriage started to take off. Malfoy glanced out the window, taking in the green scenery as he answered her.
"I'm never ready. Plus, I am still recovering from this crazy weekend. The muggle world wasn't what I pictured," Draco explained before turning towards her, "But I'm starting to come to realize I, surprisingly, have been wrong in some of my assumptions. These include ones from years ago."
"Oh really?" Hermione questioned, surprised that the Slytherin male was opening up to her in such a way. She didn't mind Draco's deeper side though; she actually found the blond male very interesting, "An example being?"
"An example being you, Granger," Draco answered. He smirked when she sent him a perplexed look, "Over these past couple of months, you made me realize that my earlier judgments about you were incorrect."
Hermione felt her face flush when Draco finished his statement. Was he falling for her the way she hoped? She felt her heart beat accelerate and hoped she was right. If she was falling- which wasn't her job in the first place, Hermione needed to know that Malfoy was right there beside her.
"Well you're not the only one who's been mistaken," Hermione stated quietly as the carriage came to halt in front of Hogwarts , "My judgment about you has also changed lately. Anyway, I guess it's back to hating each other."
Draco grinned at the petite brunette as he opened the doors to the entrance, "Who said I ever stopped? I'll see you around, Granger."
Hermione gave Malfoy a small wave as she rolled her cinnamon brown eyes at him. She started to make her way towards the Gryffindor common room as she mumbled, "Until we meet again."
Which I hope isn't too soon… or too late.
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