Hello everyone... First off, I just want to say that no, I don't own Harry Potter. This is my disclaimer for the entire story; don't expect to see anything more official. Next, this story is about Hermione and Draco. They are such a delicious couple. They probably won't end up together in the actual books, but that's why there's fanfiction.
In this fic, we'll explore a little bit of an artistic side to Draco and Hermione... just read...
The figure sat on the old wooden bench. A small yellow glow was the only light the room had to offer. The shadows encircled the figure, dancing the dance only the dark can learn. A grand piano stood before him, its ancient legs barely managing to support its weight. He had spent hours tuning the keys so that the notes sounded perfect to his ears.
A sigh of utter bliss escaped his lips as his nimble fingers darted across the keys in graceful, fluid motions. His eyes closed; there was no need for them to look at his hands. His fingers knew the location of every key.
When the last key was pressed and the melodic sound of the last note took flight, the figure withdrew his hand. He repositioned it on the handle of his lantern and slowly got to his feet. At the door, he gave the piano one last longing gaze before turning on his heel and retreating down the corridor.
Hermione raced to her next class trying desperately to keep hold of her books. If she didn't hurry, she would be late. That simply was not an option when dealing with Professor Snape.
"Come on," she muttered. "I can't be late."
The dungeon door loomed just ahead of her. She put on one last desperate burst of speed. She was so caught up in not being late for Potions that she didn't even think about collisions. There, standing right in her path, was the King of Slytherin himself, Draco Malfoy. Hermione didn't have any time to slow down. Their bodies collided... hard. The force sent them both to the ground in a pile of limbs. Hermione groaned as she raised her head. She was lying on top of Draco. She could feel every part of his body pressed firmly against her own. She blushed as she thought of what every "part" of his body included. Never had she imagined that she would one day be plastered along the length of Malfoy.
Draco slowly opened his eyes and tried to recall exactly how he had went from standing in his designer shoes to lying on his back under a girl on the cold dungeon floor.
"Kinky," he breathed.
Hermione's head snapped to attention as a very audible gasp broke free from her throat.
"Savor this, Mudblood, because you will never be on top again." This was said in a low and husky whisper that was for Hermione's ears only. It was followed by the sly grin that had lured so many girls into giving him their hearts.
Hermione hurriedly scrambled back to her feet and set to collecting her books and quills that had been scattered across the floor. She only stopped when she heard the quick intake of breath from Malfoy. It sounded as if he were in pain.
"Stupid Mudblood. When are you going to learn to watch what you're doing?!"
"It was just an accident!" Hermione screamed back. "It's not like I hurt you or anything!"
"You jammed my finger!" As if to prove that he was telling the truth, he put up his left hand to show that his ring finger was slightly swollen.
"You're upset about that?! It won't last long. It will be okay in a week."
"I can't wait a week! I need for it to be okay now!" Draco's furious voice rang throughout the Potion's room.
"Why? You're right-handed."
Draco let out a frustrated growl. "Just forget it!"
"I'm trying! You're the one that won't shut up!"
"That's enough, Miss Granger. I do believe that this class will progress a lot more smoothly without your incessant screeching."
"But Professor..." Hermione begin. However, she saw the glint in Snape's eyes, daring her to argue. "Yes, sir."
Hermione trudged over to her seat with Harry and Ron and sat down. Her shoulders slumped as she prepared herself for class. Something wasn't right. Why would Malfoy be so upset over a mere jammed finger? Her pondering over this question would have to wait. She couldn't risk being caught not paying attention.
Hermione was very relieved when Potions was finally over with. Malfoy kept sending her glares and making nasty comments about her. Of course, he had always been cruel to her, but never so... brutal. She was used to the Slytherins' taunts and jeers. She had learned a long time ago that she couldn't let them get to her, but, for some reason, it was getting harder to ignore them.
'Well, Hermione, you're going to have to learn to ignore them. It's not like they will be stopping anytime soon.' Hermione thought.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat at the Gryffindor table eating dinner. Harry and Ron were talking avidly about Quidditch. In other words, she was bored. The only interest she had in the sport was supporting her house team. Hermione allowed her eyes to wander around the room until they met with Malfoy's malicious glare. Never, had she seen him so angry. She could feel her body shiver. Abruptly, she stood and stormed out of the Great Hall. She just couldn't stay there anymore. She felt naked and vulnerable in front of his cold eyes, a feeling that she disliked very much. She headed in the direction of her only sanctuary, the library. It was the one place that she would be able to clear her head of the chilling look that has harnessed in her enemy's eyes.
Later that night, Hermione finally gave up and decided that she needed to go to sleep. She had spent hours among the books trying to forget all about Malfoy. All of her attempts were in vain, though. His eyes still haunted every blink she made. Hermione huffed angrily, frustrated that she let him take hold of her thoughts like this.
Hermione suddenly stopped walking down the shadowy corridors and let out a sigh.
'What's that sound?'
Hermione tilted her head so that she could hear the sound better. She slowly began walking in the direction that it was coming from as if she were in a trance. The sound grew louder and she eventually discovered that it was music. However, something was wrong. It sounded as if something were missing. She kept walking, intent on finding the source of the beautiful melody. Hermione finally came to the door that contained the music's origin. Slowly, she pushed it open just enough to see what was inside. Her eyes widened when she saw a lone figure bathed in the light of a lantern playing an old grand piano. Now, she understood what was missing from the song. The figure was only playing with one hand.
An angry growl suddenly erupted from the figure as he pulled his fingers from the keys.
"Stupid Mudblood!" The figure brought up his left hand and looked at it with disgust. Everything finally began to register to Hermione.
"Malfoy?"
In this fic, we'll explore a little bit of an artistic side to Draco and Hermione... just read...
The figure sat on the old wooden bench. A small yellow glow was the only light the room had to offer. The shadows encircled the figure, dancing the dance only the dark can learn. A grand piano stood before him, its ancient legs barely managing to support its weight. He had spent hours tuning the keys so that the notes sounded perfect to his ears.
A sigh of utter bliss escaped his lips as his nimble fingers darted across the keys in graceful, fluid motions. His eyes closed; there was no need for them to look at his hands. His fingers knew the location of every key.
When the last key was pressed and the melodic sound of the last note took flight, the figure withdrew his hand. He repositioned it on the handle of his lantern and slowly got to his feet. At the door, he gave the piano one last longing gaze before turning on his heel and retreating down the corridor.
Hermione raced to her next class trying desperately to keep hold of her books. If she didn't hurry, she would be late. That simply was not an option when dealing with Professor Snape.
"Come on," she muttered. "I can't be late."
The dungeon door loomed just ahead of her. She put on one last desperate burst of speed. She was so caught up in not being late for Potions that she didn't even think about collisions. There, standing right in her path, was the King of Slytherin himself, Draco Malfoy. Hermione didn't have any time to slow down. Their bodies collided... hard. The force sent them both to the ground in a pile of limbs. Hermione groaned as she raised her head. She was lying on top of Draco. She could feel every part of his body pressed firmly against her own. She blushed as she thought of what every "part" of his body included. Never had she imagined that she would one day be plastered along the length of Malfoy.
Draco slowly opened his eyes and tried to recall exactly how he had went from standing in his designer shoes to lying on his back under a girl on the cold dungeon floor.
"Kinky," he breathed.
Hermione's head snapped to attention as a very audible gasp broke free from her throat.
"Savor this, Mudblood, because you will never be on top again." This was said in a low and husky whisper that was for Hermione's ears only. It was followed by the sly grin that had lured so many girls into giving him their hearts.
Hermione hurriedly scrambled back to her feet and set to collecting her books and quills that had been scattered across the floor. She only stopped when she heard the quick intake of breath from Malfoy. It sounded as if he were in pain.
"Stupid Mudblood. When are you going to learn to watch what you're doing?!"
"It was just an accident!" Hermione screamed back. "It's not like I hurt you or anything!"
"You jammed my finger!" As if to prove that he was telling the truth, he put up his left hand to show that his ring finger was slightly swollen.
"You're upset about that?! It won't last long. It will be okay in a week."
"I can't wait a week! I need for it to be okay now!" Draco's furious voice rang throughout the Potion's room.
"Why? You're right-handed."
Draco let out a frustrated growl. "Just forget it!"
"I'm trying! You're the one that won't shut up!"
"That's enough, Miss Granger. I do believe that this class will progress a lot more smoothly without your incessant screeching."
"But Professor..." Hermione begin. However, she saw the glint in Snape's eyes, daring her to argue. "Yes, sir."
Hermione trudged over to her seat with Harry and Ron and sat down. Her shoulders slumped as she prepared herself for class. Something wasn't right. Why would Malfoy be so upset over a mere jammed finger? Her pondering over this question would have to wait. She couldn't risk being caught not paying attention.
Hermione was very relieved when Potions was finally over with. Malfoy kept sending her glares and making nasty comments about her. Of course, he had always been cruel to her, but never so... brutal. She was used to the Slytherins' taunts and jeers. She had learned a long time ago that she couldn't let them get to her, but, for some reason, it was getting harder to ignore them.
'Well, Hermione, you're going to have to learn to ignore them. It's not like they will be stopping anytime soon.' Hermione thought.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat at the Gryffindor table eating dinner. Harry and Ron were talking avidly about Quidditch. In other words, she was bored. The only interest she had in the sport was supporting her house team. Hermione allowed her eyes to wander around the room until they met with Malfoy's malicious glare. Never, had she seen him so angry. She could feel her body shiver. Abruptly, she stood and stormed out of the Great Hall. She just couldn't stay there anymore. She felt naked and vulnerable in front of his cold eyes, a feeling that she disliked very much. She headed in the direction of her only sanctuary, the library. It was the one place that she would be able to clear her head of the chilling look that has harnessed in her enemy's eyes.
Later that night, Hermione finally gave up and decided that she needed to go to sleep. She had spent hours among the books trying to forget all about Malfoy. All of her attempts were in vain, though. His eyes still haunted every blink she made. Hermione huffed angrily, frustrated that she let him take hold of her thoughts like this.
Hermione suddenly stopped walking down the shadowy corridors and let out a sigh.
'What's that sound?'
Hermione tilted her head so that she could hear the sound better. She slowly began walking in the direction that it was coming from as if she were in a trance. The sound grew louder and she eventually discovered that it was music. However, something was wrong. It sounded as if something were missing. She kept walking, intent on finding the source of the beautiful melody. Hermione finally came to the door that contained the music's origin. Slowly, she pushed it open just enough to see what was inside. Her eyes widened when she saw a lone figure bathed in the light of a lantern playing an old grand piano. Now, she understood what was missing from the song. The figure was only playing with one hand.
An angry growl suddenly erupted from the figure as he pulled his fingers from the keys.
"Stupid Mudblood!" The figure brought up his left hand and looked at it with disgust. Everything finally began to register to Hermione.
"Malfoy?"