Untold Desires
By ElfMan
Summary: In their detention Hermione discovered the true Draco, and after an extensive kissing session they're even more aware of each other then before.
Exclaimer: I still don't own Harry Potter and I guess I never will, I'll have to give up with my dream, move on, and dream higher expectations. Please keep reviewing, if it wasn't for the reviews I wouldn't continue. And I would like to dedicate to absolutely no one. "No-one?" oh shut up conscience I don't need you "all right, but I'll eat away at your soul if you don't admit that you've got a problem" oh shut up...all right. I dedicate this chapter to Random Babblings for introducing me to fanfiction.net.happy now? "very".
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Chapter Three: Disturbing Thoughts
Hermione returned to her bed that evening and rolled around it with glee. She grabbed her pillow and squeezed it, imagining every single bit of inch of it to be Draco's body. She smiled and lay on the pillow. And even now she could feel his soft touch, his lips against hers. She lay there for some time thinking about them together, and the possibilities, and giggled to herself at the thought of some of them.
"Well maybe if I borrowed Harry's invisibility cloak" she said to herself. She giggled even harder and had to hold her breath to stop herself snorting. She rolled onto her back and looked up at top of her bed.
He really wasn't that evil, he was really kind and sensitive underneath. He most proably put on a show to keep his father happy. He most didn't even choose Crabbe and Goyle to be his friends. His father most probably 'employed' them. She sighed for her poor little Draco. She wanted to pull him up and hug him tightly until all the bad things were all gone.
Draco sat, staring into the fire. He pulled back his hair and sighed. What did he think he was doing, kissing her the .. mudbl..he couldn't even insult hurt, not even to himself. He hadn't thought of what eh was doing he just.did it! At it had been good, for someone that had never kissed in her life she sure knew how too. Maybe it just came naturally too her, a natural born lover. If only life was really like that.
Draco thoughts were interrupted by a grunt. Crabbe was standing behind him looking at him. Draco turned and waved his hands. Crabbe tilted his head and grunted again. Draco turned angrily snarling
"Go away". Crabbe grunted again and walked off. 'Thank god' he thought. Then he heard a squealing rent the air.
"DRACKEY" said the voice "OH MY DARLNIG DRACKEY WHERE ARE YOU?". Draco gasped with horror and sank into the chair hiding himself from view. Then suddenly a podgy pink beanbag came bounding over.
"Oh there you are Drackey" said Pansy almost jumping with joy. "What do you think of my new dress?". Draco looked, Pansy had obviously spent a lot of time squeezing herself into the small dress, as small bits of fat were showing through the waist and sleeves. Draco went over a bit queasy, at the sight of Pansy he felt literally sick.
"So what do you think?" she asked again. Draco ignored her, perhaps she'll go away. Pansy waited a few seconds.
"So what do you think you ungrateful git, I spend over a hour getting into this dress just to impress you" she shouted. At this point, Draco blew his top
"Just shut up and go away you fat hag, and stop bothering me. I've seen less fat on a mother elephant" he bellowed. Pansy did shut up. At this comment her eyes began to brim with tears, and she ran off absolutely bawling.
Draco leaned back, and smacked his forehead. This was going to be complicated. He'd lose his respect, his so called friends.but at that moment he realised that he didn't care. All he cared about was when he'd see Hermione next. Hermione was all that mattered, he needed to talk to her, it wasn't just a physical yearning it was a mental one too. He wanted to hug her he wanted to talk to her, he wanted her to comport him and tell him it was alright. He needed her. he needed.. Hermione.
The next time they saw each other was at breakfast the next day. With every other bite Draco looked up at Hermione then dug back into his meal. And Hermione looked up at Draco on every other bite, and each time they somehow never made eye contact.
Harry watched, it was pathetic. So see Hermione, loose her whole wit over some greasy haired slimy git, who couldn't see water if you dumped him in a lake. Harry couldn't see what Hermione saw in him, when he compared him to Ron. Ron beat him all the way. And Ron deserved her so much more then Malfoy did. I mean, Ron had always given her subtle hints and flirted with her. But one detention and she's suddenly slobbering over him.
Harry watched Hermione miss her mouth and impale it on her cheek. She didn't seem to noticed as the mashed potato slowly trickled down her cheek. Harry tapped her on the shoulder and she jumped slightly and turned
"What?" she asked. Harry pointed to Hermione's cheek. Hermione raised an eyebrow and felt her cheek. She gasped when she felt the mashed potato and hastily wiped it off.
"Oh, thank you Harry, if anyone has seen I'd be a laughing stock" she said thankfully. And quickly gave a friendly peck on the cheek then turned back to her lunch. Harry blushed rapidly and looked around to see if anyone had noticed. He sighed with relief and went back to his thoughts. Well he certainly knew what Draco saw in Hermione. He turned to Ron who was wearing an angry expression, and crushing his food with his fork.
The next day at the end of the day the Gryffindors headed for the charms corridor. Hermione looked nervous on the way there, it was the first time she'd been there since her 'incident' with Draco. They all took their seats quietly and she moaned at the fact that Ron had taken the desk that she and Draco had kissed on.
Ron noticed Hermione's expression and wondered what was wrong. He lay his head on the table and tapped his desk. Hermione looked him, he gave her a jovial wave. Hermione turned once more to her own desk and moaned again.
"Whats up with Hermione?" asked Ron. Harry knew exactly what was wrong.
"Most probably the memory of the detention, it was in this classroom remember" explained Harry. He decided to tell Ron something to keep him occupied, but not enough to make him go on a Draco killing spree.
"Oh yeah" said Ron "we better keep quiet about it then"
"yeah we'd better" replied Harry. He noticed that Hermione kept looking at Ron's desk then moaning slightly. A lot of dirty thoughts passed through his mind, could they of? On that table? Nah they couldn't of! Could they?
"I wouldn't lean on that table if I were you!" said Harry warningly.
"Why" said Ron sitting back up again.
"Er.because.It might have been Malfoy's desk from the detention" he finished. Ron gasped and wiped his face quickly.
"I feel so dirty" he joked. Harry shivered at the word, his thoughts of Malfoy and Hermione were becoming more vivid.
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Thanks for your reviews! I love em, I love em, I love em! Please review so I know your comments! Anyone know where this is going, because I don't! I'll write chapter four soon. I hope you like this scene, and I'd of loved to see Harry's face when he's thinking of those 'vivid thoughts'! "Oh you naughty man" shut up conscience I don't need you anymore "yes you do, I prevent you from brainwashing the readers with your genius" oh do you? Now who's big headed? This was a rather rubbish chapter, what they in the business call a character building session.
ElfMan
"And consciences"
Summary: In their detention Hermione discovered the true Draco, and after an extensive kissing session they're even more aware of each other then before.
Exclaimer: I still don't own Harry Potter and I guess I never will, I'll have to give up with my dream, move on, and dream higher expectations. Please keep reviewing, if it wasn't for the reviews I wouldn't continue. And I would like to dedicate to absolutely no one. "No-one?" oh shut up conscience I don't need you "all right, but I'll eat away at your soul if you don't admit that you've got a problem" oh shut up...all right. I dedicate this chapter to Random Babblings for introducing me to fanfiction.net.happy now? "very".
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Chapter Three: Disturbing Thoughts
Hermione returned to her bed that evening and rolled around it with glee. She grabbed her pillow and squeezed it, imagining every single bit of inch of it to be Draco's body. She smiled and lay on the pillow. And even now she could feel his soft touch, his lips against hers. She lay there for some time thinking about them together, and the possibilities, and giggled to herself at the thought of some of them.
"Well maybe if I borrowed Harry's invisibility cloak" she said to herself. She giggled even harder and had to hold her breath to stop herself snorting. She rolled onto her back and looked up at top of her bed.
He really wasn't that evil, he was really kind and sensitive underneath. He most proably put on a show to keep his father happy. He most didn't even choose Crabbe and Goyle to be his friends. His father most probably 'employed' them. She sighed for her poor little Draco. She wanted to pull him up and hug him tightly until all the bad things were all gone.
Draco sat, staring into the fire. He pulled back his hair and sighed. What did he think he was doing, kissing her the .. mudbl..he couldn't even insult hurt, not even to himself. He hadn't thought of what eh was doing he just.did it! At it had been good, for someone that had never kissed in her life she sure knew how too. Maybe it just came naturally too her, a natural born lover. If only life was really like that.
Draco thoughts were interrupted by a grunt. Crabbe was standing behind him looking at him. Draco turned and waved his hands. Crabbe tilted his head and grunted again. Draco turned angrily snarling
"Go away". Crabbe grunted again and walked off. 'Thank god' he thought. Then he heard a squealing rent the air.
"DRACKEY" said the voice "OH MY DARLNIG DRACKEY WHERE ARE YOU?". Draco gasped with horror and sank into the chair hiding himself from view. Then suddenly a podgy pink beanbag came bounding over.
"Oh there you are Drackey" said Pansy almost jumping with joy. "What do you think of my new dress?". Draco looked, Pansy had obviously spent a lot of time squeezing herself into the small dress, as small bits of fat were showing through the waist and sleeves. Draco went over a bit queasy, at the sight of Pansy he felt literally sick.
"So what do you think?" she asked again. Draco ignored her, perhaps she'll go away. Pansy waited a few seconds.
"So what do you think you ungrateful git, I spend over a hour getting into this dress just to impress you" she shouted. At this point, Draco blew his top
"Just shut up and go away you fat hag, and stop bothering me. I've seen less fat on a mother elephant" he bellowed. Pansy did shut up. At this comment her eyes began to brim with tears, and she ran off absolutely bawling.
Draco leaned back, and smacked his forehead. This was going to be complicated. He'd lose his respect, his so called friends.but at that moment he realised that he didn't care. All he cared about was when he'd see Hermione next. Hermione was all that mattered, he needed to talk to her, it wasn't just a physical yearning it was a mental one too. He wanted to hug her he wanted to talk to her, he wanted her to comport him and tell him it was alright. He needed her. he needed.. Hermione.
The next time they saw each other was at breakfast the next day. With every other bite Draco looked up at Hermione then dug back into his meal. And Hermione looked up at Draco on every other bite, and each time they somehow never made eye contact.
Harry watched, it was pathetic. So see Hermione, loose her whole wit over some greasy haired slimy git, who couldn't see water if you dumped him in a lake. Harry couldn't see what Hermione saw in him, when he compared him to Ron. Ron beat him all the way. And Ron deserved her so much more then Malfoy did. I mean, Ron had always given her subtle hints and flirted with her. But one detention and she's suddenly slobbering over him.
Harry watched Hermione miss her mouth and impale it on her cheek. She didn't seem to noticed as the mashed potato slowly trickled down her cheek. Harry tapped her on the shoulder and she jumped slightly and turned
"What?" she asked. Harry pointed to Hermione's cheek. Hermione raised an eyebrow and felt her cheek. She gasped when she felt the mashed potato and hastily wiped it off.
"Oh, thank you Harry, if anyone has seen I'd be a laughing stock" she said thankfully. And quickly gave a friendly peck on the cheek then turned back to her lunch. Harry blushed rapidly and looked around to see if anyone had noticed. He sighed with relief and went back to his thoughts. Well he certainly knew what Draco saw in Hermione. He turned to Ron who was wearing an angry expression, and crushing his food with his fork.
The next day at the end of the day the Gryffindors headed for the charms corridor. Hermione looked nervous on the way there, it was the first time she'd been there since her 'incident' with Draco. They all took their seats quietly and she moaned at the fact that Ron had taken the desk that she and Draco had kissed on.
Ron noticed Hermione's expression and wondered what was wrong. He lay his head on the table and tapped his desk. Hermione looked him, he gave her a jovial wave. Hermione turned once more to her own desk and moaned again.
"Whats up with Hermione?" asked Ron. Harry knew exactly what was wrong.
"Most probably the memory of the detention, it was in this classroom remember" explained Harry. He decided to tell Ron something to keep him occupied, but not enough to make him go on a Draco killing spree.
"Oh yeah" said Ron "we better keep quiet about it then"
"yeah we'd better" replied Harry. He noticed that Hermione kept looking at Ron's desk then moaning slightly. A lot of dirty thoughts passed through his mind, could they of? On that table? Nah they couldn't of! Could they?
"I wouldn't lean on that table if I were you!" said Harry warningly.
"Why" said Ron sitting back up again.
"Er.because.It might have been Malfoy's desk from the detention" he finished. Ron gasped and wiped his face quickly.
"I feel so dirty" he joked. Harry shivered at the word, his thoughts of Malfoy and Hermione were becoming more vivid.
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Thanks for your reviews! I love em, I love em, I love em! Please review so I know your comments! Anyone know where this is going, because I don't! I'll write chapter four soon. I hope you like this scene, and I'd of loved to see Harry's face when he's thinking of those 'vivid thoughts'! "Oh you naughty man" shut up conscience I don't need you anymore "yes you do, I prevent you from brainwashing the readers with your genius" oh do you? Now who's big headed? This was a rather rubbish chapter, what they in the business call a character building session.
ElfMan
"And consciences"