Chapter 11
Hermione got dressed and walked herself to breakfast. A soft pitter-patter of rain could be heard from inside the castle. She entered the Great Hall and sat down at her usual spot. She figured that Harry probably had told Ron about her and Draco last night, but was hoping that he'd have the decency to keep it from the rest of the Gryffindors. She looked up at the enchanted ceiling, admiring the dim and overcast sky, watching the rain falling from the dark clouds. She snapped back into reality for a moment, and quickly glimpsed over to the Slytherin table. Draco wasn't there. As if he were reading her mind, he burst through the large doors at the same moment she had noticed his absence. Without looking up, he walked to his table and sat down. Her eyes stopped following Draco when the mail came. A small owl, most likely a school owl, dropped off a note and then flew off. Hermione unrolled the small piece of parchment and read it.
Meet me after dinner at the scene of the first crime.
It wasn't signed, but she knew who it was from. She lightly laughed, reading over "scene of the first crime" once again. Well, it was true. And quite the crime it had turned out to be.
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Draco waited anxiously all day. Time seemed to go by so slowly. He tried his best to keep himself busy, but he found he couldn't concentrate. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he finished eating dinner and went out to the lake. The rain had picked up throughout the day and by now the lake was almost overflowing and being violently attacked by the massive amount of water.
He felt a light tap on his shoulder and then turned around to see a wet Hermione with rosy cheeks and chattering teeth.
"W-w-why did you w-want to see me?" she asked, obviously freezing to death.
"To talk."
"Can we go somew-where a little warmer?"
"No, here's just fine."
"Ok. Well, start talking; and do it fast. I'm f-freezing."
"Hmm. I really don't have much to say," Draco shrugged.
Hermione looked about ready to kill him. Draco quietly laughed to himself, amused by the look on her face and then took her into his arms. He opened up his long coat and stuffed her inside. She seemed very pleased about this because she pecked him on the cheek. "Thank you sir," she said in her most courteous voice. Hermione was completely drenched from head to toe and showers of water combed through her hair. Draco kept her in his tight embrace and kissed her forehead. He really adored Hermione. For the first time in his life, he wasn't concerned with what a girl was willing to give to him. He was more concerned with what he could do for her, how he could make her happier, and what he could do to erase all of her problems away. He was very unsure about how she felt about him, though. Was he just a phase? Was he just a way to release all of her built-up stress? Was she doing this to get back at somebody? What if she had no true feelings for him? What if she was just pretending? Just pretending so that she could leave him with nothing and no one. Left to be a poor fool with an empty heart, yet able to have everything money could buy. Everything but her.
"Hermione. what was it that Harry said to you last night?"
"Oh.. he. um, he told me that he thought he was in love with me," she said against his chest, muffling the sound of her voice. Draco wasn't happy with the news that had just been released to him. What if she loved him back?
"And.. how do you feel about him?"
"I love him. But only like a brother. He's one of my best friends, you know."
"Yeah, I know," he said, relieved that Hermione only thought of Harry as a friend. Draco looked down at Hermione, and she looked right back up at him. It was still raining rather hard, and the water was beating down on them. Hermione leaned in and kissed him. Immediately, Draco felt a rush of adrenaline pumping throughout his body. He felt like he could do anything. But instead of flying, or break dancing, or running in a million mile marathon, he chose to stay with Hermione, her hips thrust directly into his and her small breasts held against his chest.
Several moments later, she pulled out of their deep kiss and looked up apologetically at him. "I.. I can't do this anymore. I'm sorry." She ran off, doing her best at dodging the large bullets of rain pouring out of the sky. Thunder rumbled, and Draco felt as if his heart had just shattered into a million pieces and fallen onto the wet ground.
A/N: Woo hoo. I love to leave little cliffhangers for you guys. It excites me. I have no idea how long I plan on making this story. As soon as I figure out how to make everything workout semi-nicely, I suppose that's when it will end. Which means no time soon. because as you can see.. I love little plot twists, and as soon as I clear one up, I make a new one. So yay.
Anywho. Review, please.
Hermione got dressed and walked herself to breakfast. A soft pitter-patter of rain could be heard from inside the castle. She entered the Great Hall and sat down at her usual spot. She figured that Harry probably had told Ron about her and Draco last night, but was hoping that he'd have the decency to keep it from the rest of the Gryffindors. She looked up at the enchanted ceiling, admiring the dim and overcast sky, watching the rain falling from the dark clouds. She snapped back into reality for a moment, and quickly glimpsed over to the Slytherin table. Draco wasn't there. As if he were reading her mind, he burst through the large doors at the same moment she had noticed his absence. Without looking up, he walked to his table and sat down. Her eyes stopped following Draco when the mail came. A small owl, most likely a school owl, dropped off a note and then flew off. Hermione unrolled the small piece of parchment and read it.
Meet me after dinner at the scene of the first crime.
It wasn't signed, but she knew who it was from. She lightly laughed, reading over "scene of the first crime" once again. Well, it was true. And quite the crime it had turned out to be.
- - - - - - - - - - -
Draco waited anxiously all day. Time seemed to go by so slowly. He tried his best to keep himself busy, but he found he couldn't concentrate. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he finished eating dinner and went out to the lake. The rain had picked up throughout the day and by now the lake was almost overflowing and being violently attacked by the massive amount of water.
He felt a light tap on his shoulder and then turned around to see a wet Hermione with rosy cheeks and chattering teeth.
"W-w-why did you w-want to see me?" she asked, obviously freezing to death.
"To talk."
"Can we go somew-where a little warmer?"
"No, here's just fine."
"Ok. Well, start talking; and do it fast. I'm f-freezing."
"Hmm. I really don't have much to say," Draco shrugged.
Hermione looked about ready to kill him. Draco quietly laughed to himself, amused by the look on her face and then took her into his arms. He opened up his long coat and stuffed her inside. She seemed very pleased about this because she pecked him on the cheek. "Thank you sir," she said in her most courteous voice. Hermione was completely drenched from head to toe and showers of water combed through her hair. Draco kept her in his tight embrace and kissed her forehead. He really adored Hermione. For the first time in his life, he wasn't concerned with what a girl was willing to give to him. He was more concerned with what he could do for her, how he could make her happier, and what he could do to erase all of her problems away. He was very unsure about how she felt about him, though. Was he just a phase? Was he just a way to release all of her built-up stress? Was she doing this to get back at somebody? What if she had no true feelings for him? What if she was just pretending? Just pretending so that she could leave him with nothing and no one. Left to be a poor fool with an empty heart, yet able to have everything money could buy. Everything but her.
"Hermione. what was it that Harry said to you last night?"
"Oh.. he. um, he told me that he thought he was in love with me," she said against his chest, muffling the sound of her voice. Draco wasn't happy with the news that had just been released to him. What if she loved him back?
"And.. how do you feel about him?"
"I love him. But only like a brother. He's one of my best friends, you know."
"Yeah, I know," he said, relieved that Hermione only thought of Harry as a friend. Draco looked down at Hermione, and she looked right back up at him. It was still raining rather hard, and the water was beating down on them. Hermione leaned in and kissed him. Immediately, Draco felt a rush of adrenaline pumping throughout his body. He felt like he could do anything. But instead of flying, or break dancing, or running in a million mile marathon, he chose to stay with Hermione, her hips thrust directly into his and her small breasts held against his chest.
Several moments later, she pulled out of their deep kiss and looked up apologetically at him. "I.. I can't do this anymore. I'm sorry." She ran off, doing her best at dodging the large bullets of rain pouring out of the sky. Thunder rumbled, and Draco felt as if his heart had just shattered into a million pieces and fallen onto the wet ground.
A/N: Woo hoo. I love to leave little cliffhangers for you guys. It excites me. I have no idea how long I plan on making this story. As soon as I figure out how to make everything workout semi-nicely, I suppose that's when it will end. Which means no time soon. because as you can see.. I love little plot twists, and as soon as I clear one up, I make a new one. So yay.
Anywho. Review, please.