Chapter 10
Hermione woke the next morning wearing a smile. She slowly rose from her bed, stretching. Why was she still in her dress? It was then that she remembered all that happened the previous night. Unfortunately, no real solutions had come to her in her deep, dreamless slumber. She quietly walked into the bathroom, undressed, and hopped in the shower. The water was exceptionally hot, but Hermione loved to take hot showers. Every now and then, she'd take a shower with water so hot that a small burn would develop and stay there for days. The thick, warm mist encircled her and rose up towards her face. Water pelted down on her, creating the effect of a million fingers massaging her bare skin. Immediately, she thought back to Draco. It was amazing the way he could make it seem like he was in a million places at once, as if he had more than 2 hands. Hermione sighed. "Why can't I stop thinking of him?" she asked herself. She knew the answer already though. It was everything about him that drove her wild. His strong jaw and perfect smile; the way his eyes could practically light up a dark room, and the way his silver-blonde hair fell in front of his face when it wasn't slicked back. She thought back to his strong arms and how it felt as if her stomach had dropped whenever he held her in them.
"No," she told herself, "no, no, no, NO!" She had to stop thinking of him. It just couldn't happen. It wasn't possible. A Gryffindor and a Slytherin. It went against everything she ever knew. Not to mention that her friends would definitely not accept a relationship.. if that's what it even was .. between herself and Draco Malfoy. Ron and Harry absolutely hated Draco, and Ron's entire family despised the Malfoys. And Harry.. well, Harry was in love with her. Or, he thought he was in love with her. At least, that's what he had told her last night. If she picked Draco over Harry, everyone would hate her. She sighed. Harry was an alright guy, really. She concentrated hard for a second, envisioning him in her mind. Well, he had pretty eyes. And... nice hair. She sighed again. She just wasn't attracted to Harry. She figured kissing him would be like kissing a brother or a cousin. She could always try and see what kissing him felt like, of course. But, that would be leading him on. She definitely didn't want to lead Harry on. He was one of her best friends, and she deeply cared for him. She just didn't like him "like that". She turned off the water, stepped out of the shower, and put on a towel. It seemed as if her only choices were to give Harry the old "let's just stay friends" talk and to ignore Draco, pretending that nothing had ever happened between them.
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Draco was already in the Great Hall when he saw him come in. Wasting no time, he got up from the table and strode to where the boy was. "We need to talk," he said with complete urgency. The two boys exited the Great Hall and walked down an empty corridor. When he was sure that they were completely alone, Draco stopped walking and turned to Harry. In his most serious and intimidating tone, he said, "Tell me right now what the hell you did to her last night. I swear Potter, if you did anything to hurt her I will.."
Before Draco could finish with his threat, Harry cut in, "Its none of your business. And since when do you care about Hermione so much? I should be the one telling you to back off, Malfoy! And I will. You stay away from her. Don't touch her, don't talk to her, and don't think about her."
"Sorry, Potter, didn't realized you owned the girl," he spat sarcastically. "I will continue to see her, and I will do whatever I please with Granger. I'm telling you now; if I see her crying again after talking with you, I will kick your sorry, scarred ass. Wand or no wand; you mark my words." Draco then turned around and walked briskly back into the Great Hall, leaving Harry to mutter foul words and rude phrases under his breath.
A/N: Hey, I know that when you've been reading a story for a while, your eyes start to hurt. Sooo... I don't know if this is common knowledge, or if its just something I do, but whenever it starts to get blurry, I highlight the paragraphs. This makes the background black and the letters white, in turn relaxing your eyes. So.. helpful hints from me. Woo hoo. By the way, REVIEW! Or I'm gonna kick you. Hard. In the face, bia!
Seriously though.. please.. pretty please.. review. I will be forever grateful.
Hermione woke the next morning wearing a smile. She slowly rose from her bed, stretching. Why was she still in her dress? It was then that she remembered all that happened the previous night. Unfortunately, no real solutions had come to her in her deep, dreamless slumber. She quietly walked into the bathroom, undressed, and hopped in the shower. The water was exceptionally hot, but Hermione loved to take hot showers. Every now and then, she'd take a shower with water so hot that a small burn would develop and stay there for days. The thick, warm mist encircled her and rose up towards her face. Water pelted down on her, creating the effect of a million fingers massaging her bare skin. Immediately, she thought back to Draco. It was amazing the way he could make it seem like he was in a million places at once, as if he had more than 2 hands. Hermione sighed. "Why can't I stop thinking of him?" she asked herself. She knew the answer already though. It was everything about him that drove her wild. His strong jaw and perfect smile; the way his eyes could practically light up a dark room, and the way his silver-blonde hair fell in front of his face when it wasn't slicked back. She thought back to his strong arms and how it felt as if her stomach had dropped whenever he held her in them.
"No," she told herself, "no, no, no, NO!" She had to stop thinking of him. It just couldn't happen. It wasn't possible. A Gryffindor and a Slytherin. It went against everything she ever knew. Not to mention that her friends would definitely not accept a relationship.. if that's what it even was .. between herself and Draco Malfoy. Ron and Harry absolutely hated Draco, and Ron's entire family despised the Malfoys. And Harry.. well, Harry was in love with her. Or, he thought he was in love with her. At least, that's what he had told her last night. If she picked Draco over Harry, everyone would hate her. She sighed. Harry was an alright guy, really. She concentrated hard for a second, envisioning him in her mind. Well, he had pretty eyes. And... nice hair. She sighed again. She just wasn't attracted to Harry. She figured kissing him would be like kissing a brother or a cousin. She could always try and see what kissing him felt like, of course. But, that would be leading him on. She definitely didn't want to lead Harry on. He was one of her best friends, and she deeply cared for him. She just didn't like him "like that". She turned off the water, stepped out of the shower, and put on a towel. It seemed as if her only choices were to give Harry the old "let's just stay friends" talk and to ignore Draco, pretending that nothing had ever happened between them.
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Draco was already in the Great Hall when he saw him come in. Wasting no time, he got up from the table and strode to where the boy was. "We need to talk," he said with complete urgency. The two boys exited the Great Hall and walked down an empty corridor. When he was sure that they were completely alone, Draco stopped walking and turned to Harry. In his most serious and intimidating tone, he said, "Tell me right now what the hell you did to her last night. I swear Potter, if you did anything to hurt her I will.."
Before Draco could finish with his threat, Harry cut in, "Its none of your business. And since when do you care about Hermione so much? I should be the one telling you to back off, Malfoy! And I will. You stay away from her. Don't touch her, don't talk to her, and don't think about her."
"Sorry, Potter, didn't realized you owned the girl," he spat sarcastically. "I will continue to see her, and I will do whatever I please with Granger. I'm telling you now; if I see her crying again after talking with you, I will kick your sorry, scarred ass. Wand or no wand; you mark my words." Draco then turned around and walked briskly back into the Great Hall, leaving Harry to mutter foul words and rude phrases under his breath.
A/N: Hey, I know that when you've been reading a story for a while, your eyes start to hurt. Sooo... I don't know if this is common knowledge, or if its just something I do, but whenever it starts to get blurry, I highlight the paragraphs. This makes the background black and the letters white, in turn relaxing your eyes. So.. helpful hints from me. Woo hoo. By the way, REVIEW! Or I'm gonna kick you. Hard. In the face, bia!
Seriously though.. please.. pretty please.. review. I will be forever grateful.