A/N: I've changed my name, as you probably know. I hope it didn't cause you any problems. There were too many Silvers.
What is it about my writing that you guys like so much? What is it that I just can't see? I drives me nuts not knowing! Oh, well, I suppose I wasn't meant to know...
Thanks to Prongs, Kerr, Sophia Luna, panda pinke (your suggestion caused a bit of a stir in History), Becks, Krissy, Cat Sam wise, do you really care?!, Zoe, Gia, Hermione Malfoy, Wyvern, Bellerophon and Marisa!
Hermione groaned in her sleep. Oh God, not the dreams again. No, no, this couldn't be happening. She hadn't had one of these dreams in weeks. No. She was running her fingers through messy black hair. She felt soft lips on hers- NO! Her eyes snapped open in the dark. "Good dream?" a voice asked.
Hermione started and nearly had a heart attack. She narrowed her eyes, feeling the prickles of sudden fright in her shoulders fade. "What the hell are you doing here?" she hissed. Draco knelt by her bed.
"Don't worry, Granger. Your secret is safe with me," he whispered, smirking.
"What secret?"
"You're going out with Weasley and screaming his best friend's name in your sleep," he replied. His eyes sparkled with amusement.
"I had a nightmare, not that it's any of your business," she said haughtily, stubbornly ignoring the blush creeping across her face.
"Yes, of course. Everyone has nightmares about having sex with Harry Potter. I know I do," he laughed low, almost like a purr.
"What do you want?" she asked.
"I want to know why you hate me so much." Hermione stared at him in disbelief.
"Are you serious?" asked. He nodded. She laughed scornfully. "You want to know why I hate you? Let me think- could it have anything to do with the fact that you continually make fun of me?"
"Couldn't possibly," he replied thoughtfully, stroking his chin. "Especially since you ask for it."
"In what way do I ask to be ridiculed?"
"Your position is just so laughable."
"What do you mean?"
"You hang out with the Dynamic Duo of Hogwarts."
"What?"
"You have Harry- rich, athletic, orphaned at the hands of evil- and Weasley-well-meaning and hopeless. But no matter how much he bungles everything, he still gets credit while you hang in the shadows. They're Batman and Robin, and you, Granger, you're Alfred."
"Alfred?"
"Yes. If Harry wants it, you'll do it. You do all the research that lets Harry continue to save the world with an assist from Ron, and you don't get anything for it."
"H'm, and I suppose that makes you Catwoman?" asked Hermione. Draco smiled.
"Don't have the whip. I suppose that could be fixed-"
"Ew. I don't want to hear about whatever sick fantasies you have about Harry."
"You sure?" Draco asked innocently. "You certain that you don't want to hear about Harry in handcuffs? Or his naughty fascinating with dragon hide?" Hermione covered her ears.
"Stop! I don't want to hear anymore!"
"Deny it all you want. Maybe you can convince yourself, but you definitely can't convince me."
"You want to know why I hate you? You're rude, arrogant, obnoxious, cruel, self-centered, ruthless, and relentless!" she cried. "Not to mention you look like a girl," she added, hoping that last one would make him leave. He merely watched her, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "I've told you every reason I can think of. Now go!"
"No!"
"Wh- what? What do you mean no?"
"No, as in I'm not leaving yet."
"Why the hell not?"
"Because my presence annoys you."
"Which is exactly why you should sod off!"
"Which is exactly why I'm not," he said, crossing his arms.
"Did I mention I loathe you?"
"No," Draco replied, sitting on the edge of her bed. "Do tell."
***
^-^ There goes our boy Draco being a pest again. Suggestions? Comments? I'd love to hear them.
Luv ya!
Silver
What is it about my writing that you guys like so much? What is it that I just can't see? I drives me nuts not knowing! Oh, well, I suppose I wasn't meant to know...
Thanks to Prongs, Kerr, Sophia Luna, panda pinke (your suggestion caused a bit of a stir in History), Becks, Krissy, Cat Sam wise, do you really care?!, Zoe, Gia, Hermione Malfoy, Wyvern, Bellerophon and Marisa!
Hermione groaned in her sleep. Oh God, not the dreams again. No, no, this couldn't be happening. She hadn't had one of these dreams in weeks. No. She was running her fingers through messy black hair. She felt soft lips on hers- NO! Her eyes snapped open in the dark. "Good dream?" a voice asked.
Hermione started and nearly had a heart attack. She narrowed her eyes, feeling the prickles of sudden fright in her shoulders fade. "What the hell are you doing here?" she hissed. Draco knelt by her bed.
"Don't worry, Granger. Your secret is safe with me," he whispered, smirking.
"What secret?"
"You're going out with Weasley and screaming his best friend's name in your sleep," he replied. His eyes sparkled with amusement.
"I had a nightmare, not that it's any of your business," she said haughtily, stubbornly ignoring the blush creeping across her face.
"Yes, of course. Everyone has nightmares about having sex with Harry Potter. I know I do," he laughed low, almost like a purr.
"What do you want?" she asked.
"I want to know why you hate me so much." Hermione stared at him in disbelief.
"Are you serious?" asked. He nodded. She laughed scornfully. "You want to know why I hate you? Let me think- could it have anything to do with the fact that you continually make fun of me?"
"Couldn't possibly," he replied thoughtfully, stroking his chin. "Especially since you ask for it."
"In what way do I ask to be ridiculed?"
"Your position is just so laughable."
"What do you mean?"
"You hang out with the Dynamic Duo of Hogwarts."
"What?"
"You have Harry- rich, athletic, orphaned at the hands of evil- and Weasley-well-meaning and hopeless. But no matter how much he bungles everything, he still gets credit while you hang in the shadows. They're Batman and Robin, and you, Granger, you're Alfred."
"Alfred?"
"Yes. If Harry wants it, you'll do it. You do all the research that lets Harry continue to save the world with an assist from Ron, and you don't get anything for it."
"H'm, and I suppose that makes you Catwoman?" asked Hermione. Draco smiled.
"Don't have the whip. I suppose that could be fixed-"
"Ew. I don't want to hear about whatever sick fantasies you have about Harry."
"You sure?" Draco asked innocently. "You certain that you don't want to hear about Harry in handcuffs? Or his naughty fascinating with dragon hide?" Hermione covered her ears.
"Stop! I don't want to hear anymore!"
"Deny it all you want. Maybe you can convince yourself, but you definitely can't convince me."
"You want to know why I hate you? You're rude, arrogant, obnoxious, cruel, self-centered, ruthless, and relentless!" she cried. "Not to mention you look like a girl," she added, hoping that last one would make him leave. He merely watched her, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "I've told you every reason I can think of. Now go!"
"No!"
"Wh- what? What do you mean no?"
"No, as in I'm not leaving yet."
"Why the hell not?"
"Because my presence annoys you."
"Which is exactly why you should sod off!"
"Which is exactly why I'm not," he said, crossing his arms.
"Did I mention I loathe you?"
"No," Draco replied, sitting on the edge of her bed. "Do tell."
***
^-^ There goes our boy Draco being a pest again. Suggestions? Comments? I'd love to hear them.
Luv ya!
Silver