A/N: Hope you guys are liking it. I've just uploaded the first 3 chapters
in a single day. And now I'm writing a fourth. Sucks that it takes so long
for them to show up. Oh well, what can ya do? I want anyone who's reading
this (I wouldn't know if anyone has, no reviews yet) to know that there are
many chapters to come. Am I wasting my time? Who cares. I'm finishing it
anyways just to get this whole writing thing out of me. Never cared for
writing, but always thought I wasn't too bad at it. You be the judge of
that. Reviews would be cool. Ok, goodbye now.
Chapter 4
She was in the library again. This time, there was no Draco on lookout from a nearby shelf, and this time there was no Madam Pince. The space seemed smaller and smelled of potpourri while giving off a warm red glow. But it was still the same Hogwarts library. She felt a hot breath on the back of her neck and turned around to find Draco, his cold blue-gray eyes digging straight into her heart. She melted on the spot, feeling weak and slightly shaken. She inhaled his intoxicating expensive cologne and ran her hands up and down his arms, taking in the warmth of his body. He leaned towards her and gently kissed her, running his tongue along the bottom of her lip. She pulled him into her arms and immediately felt weak in the knees. He fingered through her thick brown hair and began to kiss her collarbone. Breathing heavily, she closed her eyes and began to whisper his name.
When she opened her eyes, she found that she was on the couch in the common room, surrounded by a large group of people, all looking down at her with mouths dropped. She eyed them nervously and sat up.
"What the hell!?" Ron mouthed frantically at her. Still tired and slightly confused, she got up off the couch and pushed through the small crowd holding onto Ron's wrist. Harry and Ginny followed. All 4 walked out of the portrait. After a few feet, she let go of his wrists and stopped. "Ok, what was that all about?" she asked.
"That's something we'd all like to know, Hermione."
"What?"
"We heard you. The entire house heard you."
"Ugh! I don't even know what you're talking about!" she screamed, very annoyed with Ron. Harry and Ginny continued to listen, but did not interrupt.
"Well, you better figure it out pretty fast Hermione. I can't believe you, honestly." And with that, Ron walked back into the common room, Harry and Ginny tagging behind him.
She looked at the now empty space that they had just been standing in. The Fat Lady sighed and looked at her disapprovingly. "FINE!" she shouted, and slowly stomped away. Her thoughts were a jumbled mess. She knew what they were on about, but had decided to pretend that she didn't. It wouldn't have changed the outcome of the argument if she had acknowledged the fact that they had heard her dreaming about Draco Malfoy. It was just a dream, anyway! She hadn't controlled it. She didn't sit down before she went to sleep and say, "Hello Hermione. Today's dream will consist of a fantasy with Draco Malfoy. Enjoy!" She sighed. Ron could be so stupid sometimes.
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After Draco had pushed Pansy off of him and she had stormed out looking very red in the face, he went to sit down on the couch Hermione had just been in. He could still smell her. What she smelled of, he didn't know. Cinnamon maybe? Vanilla? But it was nice, nonetheless. He closed his eyes and inhaled the faint scent; imagining her brown hair surrounding him. Why did it have to be so complicated? If he had dreams like this about Pansy, he could make those dreams come true in about 2 seconds, and nobody would think twice about it, or find it strange in the least bit. But with Hermione it was different. He couldn't just walk up to her and say, "Hey Hermione. Wanna go out with me some day?" He probably couldn't even say "Hey Hermione," without getting strange looks from other people. Head in his hands, he continued to think about his dilemma. It then came to him that Hermione may not even like him. They were dreams, after all. She had never seen what they could be together. The only words, in fact, that he had ever heard her say to him were snide little remarks. Usually stuff like, "Shut up Malfoy." He then and there, while on that couch, decided that Hermione definitely had no feelings for him, and he would definitely try his best to stop thinking of her. It was all he could do.
Chapter 4
She was in the library again. This time, there was no Draco on lookout from a nearby shelf, and this time there was no Madam Pince. The space seemed smaller and smelled of potpourri while giving off a warm red glow. But it was still the same Hogwarts library. She felt a hot breath on the back of her neck and turned around to find Draco, his cold blue-gray eyes digging straight into her heart. She melted on the spot, feeling weak and slightly shaken. She inhaled his intoxicating expensive cologne and ran her hands up and down his arms, taking in the warmth of his body. He leaned towards her and gently kissed her, running his tongue along the bottom of her lip. She pulled him into her arms and immediately felt weak in the knees. He fingered through her thick brown hair and began to kiss her collarbone. Breathing heavily, she closed her eyes and began to whisper his name.
When she opened her eyes, she found that she was on the couch in the common room, surrounded by a large group of people, all looking down at her with mouths dropped. She eyed them nervously and sat up.
"What the hell!?" Ron mouthed frantically at her. Still tired and slightly confused, she got up off the couch and pushed through the small crowd holding onto Ron's wrist. Harry and Ginny followed. All 4 walked out of the portrait. After a few feet, she let go of his wrists and stopped. "Ok, what was that all about?" she asked.
"That's something we'd all like to know, Hermione."
"What?"
"We heard you. The entire house heard you."
"Ugh! I don't even know what you're talking about!" she screamed, very annoyed with Ron. Harry and Ginny continued to listen, but did not interrupt.
"Well, you better figure it out pretty fast Hermione. I can't believe you, honestly." And with that, Ron walked back into the common room, Harry and Ginny tagging behind him.
She looked at the now empty space that they had just been standing in. The Fat Lady sighed and looked at her disapprovingly. "FINE!" she shouted, and slowly stomped away. Her thoughts were a jumbled mess. She knew what they were on about, but had decided to pretend that she didn't. It wouldn't have changed the outcome of the argument if she had acknowledged the fact that they had heard her dreaming about Draco Malfoy. It was just a dream, anyway! She hadn't controlled it. She didn't sit down before she went to sleep and say, "Hello Hermione. Today's dream will consist of a fantasy with Draco Malfoy. Enjoy!" She sighed. Ron could be so stupid sometimes.
- - - - - -
After Draco had pushed Pansy off of him and she had stormed out looking very red in the face, he went to sit down on the couch Hermione had just been in. He could still smell her. What she smelled of, he didn't know. Cinnamon maybe? Vanilla? But it was nice, nonetheless. He closed his eyes and inhaled the faint scent; imagining her brown hair surrounding him. Why did it have to be so complicated? If he had dreams like this about Pansy, he could make those dreams come true in about 2 seconds, and nobody would think twice about it, or find it strange in the least bit. But with Hermione it was different. He couldn't just walk up to her and say, "Hey Hermione. Wanna go out with me some day?" He probably couldn't even say "Hey Hermione," without getting strange looks from other people. Head in his hands, he continued to think about his dilemma. It then came to him that Hermione may not even like him. They were dreams, after all. She had never seen what they could be together. The only words, in fact, that he had ever heard her say to him were snide little remarks. Usually stuff like, "Shut up Malfoy." He then and there, while on that couch, decided that Hermione definitely had no feelings for him, and he would definitely try his best to stop thinking of her. It was all he could do.