Chapter 3
There's not a day that passes by
I don't wonder why we haven't tried
It's not too late to change your mind
So take my hand, don't say goodbye
As Draco entered the Common Room, his worst nightmare came skipping up to him. Two words. Pansy Parkinson.
"Hola guapo muchacho!" Pansy greeted him. Her Spanish accent was FAR from what it should've sounded like. She hugged him tightly, but Draco pulled away.
"I told you to get the hell away! Shall I repeat that a little slower, since you are the ultimate definition of "Dumb Blonde"? I. told. you. to. get. the. hell. away. from. me! Pansy looked hurt, but continued.
"Draco, honey-poo, maybe this is a bad time. I'll get back to you later, when you're not as...cranky! Go take a nap, I'll tuck you in, sweetie." Draco shook his head, and thundered into his dorm room, leaving Pansy standing in her 5 in. platform shoes and cleavage-revealing tube top.
"What's his problem?" She muttered to herself, and sat in a chair before the fire.
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Draco lay in his bed, staring up at the dark green, velvet canopy. It had been a whole month since Draco and Hermione had last had the conversation about them "just being friends". Draco still stared at Hermione in Potions class, watching how she nibbled on her fingernails when they were taking a test, and when she stared at Harry lovingly. The guy didn't even notice her for heaven's sake! Why did she insist on him when she had Draco?
They had the whole school year ahead of them, it wasn't too late for Hermione to change her mind. Draco would always be there for her, no matter what. She could always turn to him when she finally realized that Harry wasn't the one. Draco sat up, wide-eyed. He had to do something before it was too late.
~*~
Hermione yawned delicately. The fire was crackling in the Common Room, setting off a moody air. At this time of night, only couples were out here, sitting in each other's laps, kissing, talking... Hermione longed to sit in someone's lap, for them to kiss her, and to whisper sweet words of love in her ear. Harry was marching up the stairs to his dormitory in boxers, revealing his strong chest and muscular body.
Hermione couldn't bare staying in the Common Room, and tip-toed up the stairs to her room.
She pulled the drapes all around her bed, to section off the rest of the world. She lay awake for a few hours, when she heard a strange rustling noise. It sounded like someone sneaking around, like muffled footsteps. She immediately thought it was Harry, because he used to sneak into her room and cuddle her.
Hermione eagerly awaited Harry to burst into her room, and through her drapes. Suddenly, there was a grunt, and a thud. Hermione poked her head out of the draperies, and saw someone lying on the ground. The figure was much thinner and more muscular than Harry.
"Hello? Who is it?" Hermione whispered into the shadows. There was another grunt.
"Draco," Draco murmured, and sat up with his hand on his forehead. Obviously he had tripped and hit his head on something.
"C'mon, come in here," Hermione motioned him onto her bed, and shut the curtains behind him. Draco looked dead sexy in the moonlight. Hermione brushed a curly strand of her hair behind her ear, and questioned, "Why are you here?"
Draco didn't use words to answer her. He leaned toward her, kissed her softly, and hugged her tightly against him. Her silk pajamas felt cool against his bare chest, and he nuzzled his chin in her hair. Hermione backed away a little bit, and smiled. She noticed that she didn't feel lonely anymore. Someone was there to hold her and wipe away all her thoughts and troubles.
Hermione threw her arms around Draco, and kissed him again. Draco framed her angelic face with his hands, and leaned into the kiss. After a few minutes, Draco pulled away, and muttered, "I love you, Hermione Granger."
"I love you too, Draco Malfoy," Hermione whispered back, and layed her head in Draco's lap, until she fell asleep.
"She looks so peaceful," Draco thought, as he kissed her forehead, and transferred her head from his lap to her pillow. "Good night, Hermione."
A/N: Sweet right? Well this is the end, and I will start on another story later. No flames, please review. Thanx! ~*Blue_Chick73*~
There's not a day that passes by
I don't wonder why we haven't tried
It's not too late to change your mind
So take my hand, don't say goodbye
As Draco entered the Common Room, his worst nightmare came skipping up to him. Two words. Pansy Parkinson.
"Hola guapo muchacho!" Pansy greeted him. Her Spanish accent was FAR from what it should've sounded like. She hugged him tightly, but Draco pulled away.
"I told you to get the hell away! Shall I repeat that a little slower, since you are the ultimate definition of "Dumb Blonde"? I. told. you. to. get. the. hell. away. from. me! Pansy looked hurt, but continued.
"Draco, honey-poo, maybe this is a bad time. I'll get back to you later, when you're not as...cranky! Go take a nap, I'll tuck you in, sweetie." Draco shook his head, and thundered into his dorm room, leaving Pansy standing in her 5 in. platform shoes and cleavage-revealing tube top.
"What's his problem?" She muttered to herself, and sat in a chair before the fire.
~*~
Draco lay in his bed, staring up at the dark green, velvet canopy. It had been a whole month since Draco and Hermione had last had the conversation about them "just being friends". Draco still stared at Hermione in Potions class, watching how she nibbled on her fingernails when they were taking a test, and when she stared at Harry lovingly. The guy didn't even notice her for heaven's sake! Why did she insist on him when she had Draco?
They had the whole school year ahead of them, it wasn't too late for Hermione to change her mind. Draco would always be there for her, no matter what. She could always turn to him when she finally realized that Harry wasn't the one. Draco sat up, wide-eyed. He had to do something before it was too late.
~*~
Hermione yawned delicately. The fire was crackling in the Common Room, setting off a moody air. At this time of night, only couples were out here, sitting in each other's laps, kissing, talking... Hermione longed to sit in someone's lap, for them to kiss her, and to whisper sweet words of love in her ear. Harry was marching up the stairs to his dormitory in boxers, revealing his strong chest and muscular body.
Hermione couldn't bare staying in the Common Room, and tip-toed up the stairs to her room.
She pulled the drapes all around her bed, to section off the rest of the world. She lay awake for a few hours, when she heard a strange rustling noise. It sounded like someone sneaking around, like muffled footsteps. She immediately thought it was Harry, because he used to sneak into her room and cuddle her.
Hermione eagerly awaited Harry to burst into her room, and through her drapes. Suddenly, there was a grunt, and a thud. Hermione poked her head out of the draperies, and saw someone lying on the ground. The figure was much thinner and more muscular than Harry.
"Hello? Who is it?" Hermione whispered into the shadows. There was another grunt.
"Draco," Draco murmured, and sat up with his hand on his forehead. Obviously he had tripped and hit his head on something.
"C'mon, come in here," Hermione motioned him onto her bed, and shut the curtains behind him. Draco looked dead sexy in the moonlight. Hermione brushed a curly strand of her hair behind her ear, and questioned, "Why are you here?"
Draco didn't use words to answer her. He leaned toward her, kissed her softly, and hugged her tightly against him. Her silk pajamas felt cool against his bare chest, and he nuzzled his chin in her hair. Hermione backed away a little bit, and smiled. She noticed that she didn't feel lonely anymore. Someone was there to hold her and wipe away all her thoughts and troubles.
Hermione threw her arms around Draco, and kissed him again. Draco framed her angelic face with his hands, and leaned into the kiss. After a few minutes, Draco pulled away, and muttered, "I love you, Hermione Granger."
"I love you too, Draco Malfoy," Hermione whispered back, and layed her head in Draco's lap, until she fell asleep.
"She looks so peaceful," Draco thought, as he kissed her forehead, and transferred her head from his lap to her pillow. "Good night, Hermione."
A/N: Sweet right? Well this is the end, and I will start on another story later. No flames, please review. Thanx! ~*Blue_Chick73*~