~*~ Hi, this is my first solo fan fic. I love all Hermione/Draco fics so
keep them coming people. This chapter is pretty fluffy but hopefully as
time goes on it will have a plot. I have it all figured I just have to put
pen to paper!
Disclaimer: So obviously not mine there seems to be no point mentioning it! I love JKR's work and I would never want to steal any of her glory. (yeah right, like I could!)
Brief summary: Okay, so the basic gist is something weird is going on at Hogwarts and Draco and Hermione find themselves thrown into the muggle world without any magic. (I'm really sorry if that was someone else's idea as well but I promise I didn't know of it when I wrote this.)
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Hermione yawned and stared out her window at the green countryside flashing by. She felt pressure on her shoulder and, turning, she saw that her faithful friend, Ron, had fallen asleep with his head on her shoulder. She glanced across at her other best friend, Harry, who raised his eyebrows at her and went back to his book, Century of the Cannons. Hermoine returned her attention to the scenery and was soon lulled to sleep by the steady beat of the train on the tracks and the gentle rocking. When Ron awoke he realised that his head had slipped from Hermione's shoulder to her lap and that, in sleep, she had wrapped one slender arm around his waist. He looked up at her and his heart skipped a beat. Her previously bushy hair was now soft and wavy; surrounding her face with long locks that while mostly brown had been tinged with gold by the unusually warm summer they had just experienced. Her long, dark lashes fluttered against her smooth, creamy skin and her soft inviting lips were parted slightly revealing a couple of pearly white teeth. Ron grinned, how he would love to kiss those lips, just once.
***
Turning his head slightly Ron saw Harry regarding him coldly from the other side of the carriage. They had been rather distant from each other since the beginning of their fifth year when they had both noticed a significant difference in Hermione over the summer. Now at the start of their sixth year Ron realised that she was no longer simply pretty, she was stunning. Ron shot Harry a triumphant look. A look that plainly said:
'Yeah so you're Harry Potter but whose head is in her lap?'
Harry slammed his book shut with a loud bang that startled Hermoine awake. Ron quickly shut his eyes and pretended to be asleep while Harry fervently apologised to Hermoine for waking her up.
"How long have I been asleep?" she asked him in a whisper.
"Almost two hours, I think we are almost at Hogwarts." He whispered back.
"Should we wake Ron?"
"Well", answered Harry secretly grinning to himself, "it would probably be better. He needs to have time to get changed. And so do you." He added pointedly.
Hermione blushed slightly and tapped Ron gently on the head.
"Ron", she called softly, "Ron wake up, we're almost there." Ron's eyelids fluttered but he continued to pretend he was still asleep. Harry rolled his eyes then grabbed the edge of Ron's robes and yanked him off Hermione and onto the floor. Ron let out a yell of surprise and Hermione tried to control her giggles.
"Sorry Ron." Harry said, not sorry at all, "but Hermione needs to get changed."
Ron glared at him, then smiled sweetly at Hermione.
"Sure thing, 'mione, we'll just step outside.
"Thanks." Hermione already had her head stuck in the trunk, searching for her new robes.
***
In the train corridor Ron gave a Harry a death stare.
"Why'd you do that?" he growled.
Harry glared back
"Why do you think?" he answered.
Suddenly a voice broke through their concentration and they both turned, united in the face of a common enemy, Malfoy.
"What do you want?" they both demanded.
"Well, actually I want to speak to Granger, get out of the way." And, before either of them could stop him, Malfoy pushed past them and opened the carriage door. All three boys nearly fainted at the sight that greeted them.
***
Hermione whirled around as she heard the door open. Three boys were crammed in the small opening staring at her with obvious appreciation. She realised what they were looking at and with a small shriek of disgust she grabbed her robe to cover herself. She thanked her lucky stars that she had had only taken off her T-shirt and was still wearing her bra and jeans. Nobody moved or said anything for a few moments after Hermione had clutched the robe to her chest but the boys were looking crestfallen.
"Well," Hermione finally hissed, "aren't you going to leave?"
"Speaking for all three of us," Malfoy said slowly, "I think we'd all very much like to stay until you get the rest of your clothes off."
"You son of a …" Harry and Ron lunged at the Sytherin but Hermione got there first. She swung at him wildly but he caught her hand effortlessly and pulled her to him. They were so close their noses were almost touching and as Malfoy stared down into her sparkling eyes he felt his heart start to beat abnormally fast.
"Mudblood", he whispered shakily, "I let you hit me once before but you will never do so again." He let her go with a slight push so she stumbled against the seat, sitting down hard and breathing heavily. "Anyway, "Malfoy continued his voice louder and much steadier now he couldn't feel Hermione pressed up against him, "I came to tell you that Professor Dumbledore wants us in his office as soon as we arrive. See you then, mudblood." And he left, once more pushing past Ron and Harry and striding down the corridor.
***
"Are you okay, Hermione?" asked Harry. There was no answer and so he gently touched her shoulder.
"Hermione?" he asked, slightly louder this time.
She jumped up and smiled at her two concerned friends.
"I'm fine. But I would really like to finish getting changed now!"
Both boys blushed and backed out mumbling apologies. Hermione gave a sigh of relief as they left and sat down again; she glanced at her hands and saw that they were shaking. "Pull yourself together!" she whispered to herself, "he shouldn't have any effect on you." But he had, she knew he had. She was sure his silver eyes had been staring straight into her soul and Hermione could almost feel his strong yet smooth hand gripping hers hard enough so she couldn't escape but not hard enough to hurt her. Her head was still reeling slightly from his sharp and spicy scent and when he had whispered to her in his soft, husky voice she had thought she was going to faint.
"Why Malfoy?" she groaned.
***
Malfoy strode to the very end of the train where there were hardly any students and slid down the wall. He hung his head so some blonde wisps of hair covered his forehead and looked at his hands almost expecting to see something special in the one that had held Hermione's hand.
STOP IT!
He mentally slapped himself. But he could still see her eyes in his mind. Eyes, not filled with fear as he had expected but with…something else, he didn't know what. The soft strands of hair that had whipped his neck when he had grabbed her, the smooth hand in his and her slender body in her skimpy bra pressed against him were all burned into his memory as if they had been branded there.
"Urgh!" he groaned. This couldn't be happening! He, Draco Malfoy, refused to love Hermione Granger!
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~*~ Right. So any ideas? Good, bad? If you thought bad please send some CONSTRUCTIVE criticism. I love reviews they are very, very important. You hear me? Very important. So please review so I know whether to post some more chapters or not.
Happy reading, Star123
~*~
Disclaimer: So obviously not mine there seems to be no point mentioning it! I love JKR's work and I would never want to steal any of her glory. (yeah right, like I could!)
Brief summary: Okay, so the basic gist is something weird is going on at Hogwarts and Draco and Hermione find themselves thrown into the muggle world without any magic. (I'm really sorry if that was someone else's idea as well but I promise I didn't know of it when I wrote this.)
~*~
***
Hermione yawned and stared out her window at the green countryside flashing by. She felt pressure on her shoulder and, turning, she saw that her faithful friend, Ron, had fallen asleep with his head on her shoulder. She glanced across at her other best friend, Harry, who raised his eyebrows at her and went back to his book, Century of the Cannons. Hermoine returned her attention to the scenery and was soon lulled to sleep by the steady beat of the train on the tracks and the gentle rocking. When Ron awoke he realised that his head had slipped from Hermione's shoulder to her lap and that, in sleep, she had wrapped one slender arm around his waist. He looked up at her and his heart skipped a beat. Her previously bushy hair was now soft and wavy; surrounding her face with long locks that while mostly brown had been tinged with gold by the unusually warm summer they had just experienced. Her long, dark lashes fluttered against her smooth, creamy skin and her soft inviting lips were parted slightly revealing a couple of pearly white teeth. Ron grinned, how he would love to kiss those lips, just once.
***
Turning his head slightly Ron saw Harry regarding him coldly from the other side of the carriage. They had been rather distant from each other since the beginning of their fifth year when they had both noticed a significant difference in Hermione over the summer. Now at the start of their sixth year Ron realised that she was no longer simply pretty, she was stunning. Ron shot Harry a triumphant look. A look that plainly said:
'Yeah so you're Harry Potter but whose head is in her lap?'
Harry slammed his book shut with a loud bang that startled Hermoine awake. Ron quickly shut his eyes and pretended to be asleep while Harry fervently apologised to Hermoine for waking her up.
"How long have I been asleep?" she asked him in a whisper.
"Almost two hours, I think we are almost at Hogwarts." He whispered back.
"Should we wake Ron?"
"Well", answered Harry secretly grinning to himself, "it would probably be better. He needs to have time to get changed. And so do you." He added pointedly.
Hermione blushed slightly and tapped Ron gently on the head.
"Ron", she called softly, "Ron wake up, we're almost there." Ron's eyelids fluttered but he continued to pretend he was still asleep. Harry rolled his eyes then grabbed the edge of Ron's robes and yanked him off Hermione and onto the floor. Ron let out a yell of surprise and Hermione tried to control her giggles.
"Sorry Ron." Harry said, not sorry at all, "but Hermione needs to get changed."
Ron glared at him, then smiled sweetly at Hermione.
"Sure thing, 'mione, we'll just step outside.
"Thanks." Hermione already had her head stuck in the trunk, searching for her new robes.
***
In the train corridor Ron gave a Harry a death stare.
"Why'd you do that?" he growled.
Harry glared back
"Why do you think?" he answered.
Suddenly a voice broke through their concentration and they both turned, united in the face of a common enemy, Malfoy.
"What do you want?" they both demanded.
"Well, actually I want to speak to Granger, get out of the way." And, before either of them could stop him, Malfoy pushed past them and opened the carriage door. All three boys nearly fainted at the sight that greeted them.
***
Hermione whirled around as she heard the door open. Three boys were crammed in the small opening staring at her with obvious appreciation. She realised what they were looking at and with a small shriek of disgust she grabbed her robe to cover herself. She thanked her lucky stars that she had had only taken off her T-shirt and was still wearing her bra and jeans. Nobody moved or said anything for a few moments after Hermione had clutched the robe to her chest but the boys were looking crestfallen.
"Well," Hermione finally hissed, "aren't you going to leave?"
"Speaking for all three of us," Malfoy said slowly, "I think we'd all very much like to stay until you get the rest of your clothes off."
"You son of a …" Harry and Ron lunged at the Sytherin but Hermione got there first. She swung at him wildly but he caught her hand effortlessly and pulled her to him. They were so close their noses were almost touching and as Malfoy stared down into her sparkling eyes he felt his heart start to beat abnormally fast.
"Mudblood", he whispered shakily, "I let you hit me once before but you will never do so again." He let her go with a slight push so she stumbled against the seat, sitting down hard and breathing heavily. "Anyway, "Malfoy continued his voice louder and much steadier now he couldn't feel Hermione pressed up against him, "I came to tell you that Professor Dumbledore wants us in his office as soon as we arrive. See you then, mudblood." And he left, once more pushing past Ron and Harry and striding down the corridor.
***
"Are you okay, Hermione?" asked Harry. There was no answer and so he gently touched her shoulder.
"Hermione?" he asked, slightly louder this time.
She jumped up and smiled at her two concerned friends.
"I'm fine. But I would really like to finish getting changed now!"
Both boys blushed and backed out mumbling apologies. Hermione gave a sigh of relief as they left and sat down again; she glanced at her hands and saw that they were shaking. "Pull yourself together!" she whispered to herself, "he shouldn't have any effect on you." But he had, she knew he had. She was sure his silver eyes had been staring straight into her soul and Hermione could almost feel his strong yet smooth hand gripping hers hard enough so she couldn't escape but not hard enough to hurt her. Her head was still reeling slightly from his sharp and spicy scent and when he had whispered to her in his soft, husky voice she had thought she was going to faint.
"Why Malfoy?" she groaned.
***
Malfoy strode to the very end of the train where there were hardly any students and slid down the wall. He hung his head so some blonde wisps of hair covered his forehead and looked at his hands almost expecting to see something special in the one that had held Hermione's hand.
STOP IT!
He mentally slapped himself. But he could still see her eyes in his mind. Eyes, not filled with fear as he had expected but with…something else, he didn't know what. The soft strands of hair that had whipped his neck when he had grabbed her, the smooth hand in his and her slender body in her skimpy bra pressed against him were all burned into his memory as if they had been branded there.
"Urgh!" he groaned. This couldn't be happening! He, Draco Malfoy, refused to love Hermione Granger!
***
~*~ Right. So any ideas? Good, bad? If you thought bad please send some CONSTRUCTIVE criticism. I love reviews they are very, very important. You hear me? Very important. So please review so I know whether to post some more chapters or not.
Happy reading, Star123
~*~