Disclaimer: I own nothing, besides the idea, I wish I did, but these are the ideas of the ever wonderful JK Rowling.
Thank you: to Jada for proof reading this all!
There was a knock on Hermione's door early the next morning. Hermione, on her way back to her room, stopped at the kitchen to visit Dobby and Winky. They looked older than she remembered, but acted exactly the same. Winky was still not over her state of depression, and Dobby was cheery as ever. They fed, and watered her before she went off to bed.
"Whosit?" Hermione muttered into her pillow. No answer, but another knock. She angrily threw off her covers, and stomped to the door. "This had better be good!" Hermione flung the door open, and was greeted by the same sly smile she had seem a million times. "This is a nightmare!" she slammed the door in his face, flopped back into bed, and pulled the covers back over her head. Unfortunately she didn't lock the door, and was greeted by someone crawling into bed with her. Maybe, if I stay under the covers long enough, it will all go away, Hermione thought to herself.
"What, no hello kiss?" the silky voice of Draco came through the layer of blankets covering her head.
"Get out of here, Malfoy!!!" Hermione rolled over so her back was facing the man beside her.
"I just want to talk," he said in his playful-trying-to-be-serious voice.
"Oh please, like I haven't heard that one before."
"I know, isn't it brilliant, the way I tricked you into coming to the Slytherin common room," Draco began to stroke Hermione's hair.
Hermione sat bolt upright, she wasn't going to all for his charm again. "Sod off Malfoy! I'm a different person now! And when I first saw you, I had hoped you were too! But, no I see you are the same, nasty annoying boy you were many years ago," she jumped out of her bed, and walked quickly to the door. She pulled it open and pointed out, "Leave."
Draco then used the same magical stare that got her in this situation, "you don't REALLY want me to leave now do you?"
"Draco, please, get out of my room," Hermione started to plead with the boy. She wad exhausted and didn't want to deal with him right now.
"Please, can we just talk about this, close the door, and come sit with me," he patted the bed beside him, pleading for her to come sit with him through the deep stare in his eyes.
~*~
More than anything, Hermione hated his eyes. She knew she couldn't say no to those eyes. They charmed her over five years ago when she fell into the pit that was his life. The two began talking in seventh year when they were in advanced potions together. Ron and Harry were useless at potions, and hated Snape with a passion, so she was left with the Slytherin boy. They were both at the top of the class from the get go. The two began to attend after class lessons, just the two of them with Snape. From there, they had decided to work in the library two times a week to keep on top of their work. Hermione hated the idea as much as the rest of the Gryffindors, but she didn't want to fall behind in any class, even if it did mean being with Draco after classes. The two became closer friends the more they were together.
After time, Draco began telling Hermione his uttermost secrets. It took the girl more time to open up to the boy, but as time wore on, she told him everything. How she wished just one boy, besides the ever travelling Viktor, would see her as a girl and fall in love with her, and how she was constantly stressed about school. The two started secretly meeting, not only at their study sessions, but at Hogsmeade, after Quidditch matches, and just any old time they felt like it. At first they laughed and joked along with their long secretive conversations, but as was expected their relationship evolved. Draco had sent her an owl saying he "just wanted to talk". So, Hermione being the friend to him she was, met him late that night. The night Draco made his first move on her.
Hermione walked the halls slowly and quietly, making sure not to be caught. She made her way to the great hall where Draco had told her to be. He put his finger to his lips signalling her silence as soon as she saw him, then he took her hand and made his way down to the dungeons. Once deep under the school Draco quickly took Hermione into a deserted room.
Hermione remembered what happened next as if it were only five minutes ago. "Where are we?" she had questioned him. Without an answer, Draco pushed her up against the wall and began kissing her. They continued to kiss passionately for some time. Hermione pushed him away, "what are you doing!?"
"I thought this is what you wanted," Draco said with confusion in his intense eyes.
"I - I have to go," Hermione hurried back to the Gryffindor common room.
For the next few weeks she was distant, until she received another owl, "I just want to talk." Of course, just to talk. Hermoine knew he wanted to do more than talk. She had intended to, that night, tell him their friendship was over. But when she met him, his eyes were too much for her, and she fell into the same passion as she had a few weeks prior. Their relationship was never the same again. They continued their secret late night meetings until the end of the year. Hermione knew it could not continue after grad, so she shut herself away from the wizarding community.
~*~
Hermione still stood at the door. She was so torn. Should she let him speak? Maybe after the years he had changed. Or should she stick her ground?
Well, that's all for now everyone!
Thank you: to Jada for proof reading this all!
There was a knock on Hermione's door early the next morning. Hermione, on her way back to her room, stopped at the kitchen to visit Dobby and Winky. They looked older than she remembered, but acted exactly the same. Winky was still not over her state of depression, and Dobby was cheery as ever. They fed, and watered her before she went off to bed.
"Whosit?" Hermione muttered into her pillow. No answer, but another knock. She angrily threw off her covers, and stomped to the door. "This had better be good!" Hermione flung the door open, and was greeted by the same sly smile she had seem a million times. "This is a nightmare!" she slammed the door in his face, flopped back into bed, and pulled the covers back over her head. Unfortunately she didn't lock the door, and was greeted by someone crawling into bed with her. Maybe, if I stay under the covers long enough, it will all go away, Hermione thought to herself.
"What, no hello kiss?" the silky voice of Draco came through the layer of blankets covering her head.
"Get out of here, Malfoy!!!" Hermione rolled over so her back was facing the man beside her.
"I just want to talk," he said in his playful-trying-to-be-serious voice.
"Oh please, like I haven't heard that one before."
"I know, isn't it brilliant, the way I tricked you into coming to the Slytherin common room," Draco began to stroke Hermione's hair.
Hermione sat bolt upright, she wasn't going to all for his charm again. "Sod off Malfoy! I'm a different person now! And when I first saw you, I had hoped you were too! But, no I see you are the same, nasty annoying boy you were many years ago," she jumped out of her bed, and walked quickly to the door. She pulled it open and pointed out, "Leave."
Draco then used the same magical stare that got her in this situation, "you don't REALLY want me to leave now do you?"
"Draco, please, get out of my room," Hermione started to plead with the boy. She wad exhausted and didn't want to deal with him right now.
"Please, can we just talk about this, close the door, and come sit with me," he patted the bed beside him, pleading for her to come sit with him through the deep stare in his eyes.
~*~
More than anything, Hermione hated his eyes. She knew she couldn't say no to those eyes. They charmed her over five years ago when she fell into the pit that was his life. The two began talking in seventh year when they were in advanced potions together. Ron and Harry were useless at potions, and hated Snape with a passion, so she was left with the Slytherin boy. They were both at the top of the class from the get go. The two began to attend after class lessons, just the two of them with Snape. From there, they had decided to work in the library two times a week to keep on top of their work. Hermione hated the idea as much as the rest of the Gryffindors, but she didn't want to fall behind in any class, even if it did mean being with Draco after classes. The two became closer friends the more they were together.
After time, Draco began telling Hermione his uttermost secrets. It took the girl more time to open up to the boy, but as time wore on, she told him everything. How she wished just one boy, besides the ever travelling Viktor, would see her as a girl and fall in love with her, and how she was constantly stressed about school. The two started secretly meeting, not only at their study sessions, but at Hogsmeade, after Quidditch matches, and just any old time they felt like it. At first they laughed and joked along with their long secretive conversations, but as was expected their relationship evolved. Draco had sent her an owl saying he "just wanted to talk". So, Hermione being the friend to him she was, met him late that night. The night Draco made his first move on her.
Hermione walked the halls slowly and quietly, making sure not to be caught. She made her way to the great hall where Draco had told her to be. He put his finger to his lips signalling her silence as soon as she saw him, then he took her hand and made his way down to the dungeons. Once deep under the school Draco quickly took Hermione into a deserted room.
Hermione remembered what happened next as if it were only five minutes ago. "Where are we?" she had questioned him. Without an answer, Draco pushed her up against the wall and began kissing her. They continued to kiss passionately for some time. Hermione pushed him away, "what are you doing!?"
"I thought this is what you wanted," Draco said with confusion in his intense eyes.
"I - I have to go," Hermione hurried back to the Gryffindor common room.
For the next few weeks she was distant, until she received another owl, "I just want to talk." Of course, just to talk. Hermoine knew he wanted to do more than talk. She had intended to, that night, tell him their friendship was over. But when she met him, his eyes were too much for her, and she fell into the same passion as she had a few weeks prior. Their relationship was never the same again. They continued their secret late night meetings until the end of the year. Hermione knew it could not continue after grad, so she shut herself away from the wizarding community.
~*~
Hermione still stood at the door. She was so torn. Should she let him speak? Maybe after the years he had changed. Or should she stick her ground?
Well, that's all for now everyone!