Break me, Shake me
Chapter eight
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A/N: I hate insomnia. o_o; I should be in bed for school tomorrow, but I'm not so oh well. :D! Uh.. Writers block sucks and Some 'steamy' scenes in this one, I think? ::Shrug:: And Hermione doesn't even have to handcuff Draco this time (Kacie. XD;) We'll see how it goes.
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The next few days the two avoided each other as much as possiable. Hermione kept her mind on studies and books and tried not to think of what she had done to Malfoy, the kiss and everything in relation, and Draco would keep his mind on other things as well - such as beating Hermione as top student at Hogwarts. More and more group projects and assignments were passed out to them though, making it harder for them not look at each other in the face, let alone talk to each other. While Draco was copying Hermione's notes and she was skimming a book a black owl came soaring through the open window to the blond. Untying the small piece of parchment to the bird's leg, he read over the letter careful before crumbling it up and writing a response of; "Thank you for telling me." before sending the owl back on its way.
Seeing the seriosuness on his face, Hermione closed the book gently and looked at him. "Malfoy?" she asked. No response. "Malfoy..?" she asked again, leaning in closer over his shoulder for some hope that she could read whatever made him upset. But without knowing he turned around and pinned her to the chair, anger flowing through his eyes. "What??" his voice was low and menacing. Hermione cringed as he put pressue on her wrists making it hurt more.
"What.. whats wrong? What happened?"
"What happened? What.. HAPPENED? Granger, you haven't the slightest idea do you?" he ran his hand through the blonde hair before glaring at the paper again, and throwing it in her direction. Catching it clumsly, she carefully opened it as her eyes got wide at what it said:
"Dear Mr. Draco Malfoy,
I'm regret to inform you but your mother has been brutally murdered. Her body will be kept until the burial. If you are planning to come to the funeral wear presentable clothes and owl me an answer. If so, I'll be telling the head master so he can make sure you get here safely.
Sincerely,
The Ministry of Magic"
Tears fell and soaked into the parchment as the girl began to cry. She haden't even known the woman and she was.. well, dead. And to make matters worse, Draco diden't seem to be taking things to well. Glancing up to him, she saw he was standing by window looking out into the moonlit sky. Slowly getting up, she made her way beside him, but looked to the floor.
"I'm sorry." Were the only words she spoke to him.
"You don't mean it, Granger. You never even knew the woman."
"I know.. but I do mean it, Malfoy. I really am sorry for your loss."
"Right. I'm going to bed. Don't bother trying to wake me up In the morning" The conversation had begun and ended just like that. Hermione watched as he was opening his door before calling out;
"Draco, If you need anyone to talk to, I'm always here.."
His reply was simple.
"I don't need your help, you filthy little mudblood. You don't know what its like to loose someone you love dearly. So just stay out of it and leave me the hell alone." And with that he slammed the door leaving her alone in the common room once more.
That night, Hermione coulden't sleep. All she could think about was Malfoy's dead mother lying on the floor. The expression on Draco's face when he read the news, and the anger and hate in his eyes when he pinned her to the chair. "It must be horriable to be a Malfoy.. All those rules and expectations.." she mumbled to herself, turning to her side but was surprised to find a pair of grey blue eyes staring right back at her. A hand covered her mouth before she could yell and a soothing "Shh.. Its just me." sound could be heard from the mystery person. As soon as he let her go, he jumped back staring wided eyed at him.
"Malfoy, what the hell are you doing here?" she demanded.
"I was about to take you up on your offer from eariler. You know, 'If you need anyone to talk to, I'm always here?' Hm. Should have known I'd find you talking to yourself, Granger. Have you got anything better to do besides wonder how my mother was killed and what goes on in my family?" suprisingly, the moon cast a low shine on his face - an it seemed as if he was smirking at her, but she wasen't quite sure.
"Its just sad, that's all. And you could have knocked, ya know!"
"I did. But no one answered. I saw it was unlocked so I stepped in. You were talking to yourself so I sat down untily uo ntoiced me. Simple as that. Or do I need to explain it to you more slowly, Granger?"
"Really? Well if that was the case, why am I the better student then you?"
No response.
Looking back at him, she saw he was frowning at her. She mumbed a quick "..sorry" before sitting back on the bed and was shocked when he sat next to her.
"Look Hermione, Can we just put our difference aside for one time? At least one night?"
Well heres one side of Draco she had sure as hell never seen before.
Glancing towards him, she looked him over up and down. "Is this another one of your tricks?" But her brain answered for her; 'Why would it be? His mother just died. Hes asking for your help.' And so she helped him out.
The girl took hold on his pale hand in hers and squeezed it gently. "It'll be alright, Malfoy." She reassured him. He half smiled in her direction. Once again he leaned into her and kissed her again. And she diden't resist. Pulling her arms around his neck once more, the boy put his arms around her waist and pulled her closer.
It was like magic for them. They were in their own world where nothing bad could happen. Just the two of them. He tugged at the bottom of her shirt as she tugged at his jeans, and belt. Pulling the shirts up, and the jeans off they were only left in under garments - which neither of them minded. Falling silently into his arms on the bed, Hermione drifted off into a peaceful sleep. Draco looked at her a minute, and for actually smiled. Hermione was his comfort zone right now. She was right. She would always be here when he needed her. There was no denying it. Without realizing it though, he fell asleep just as the first few rays of light were shining through the sky.
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A/N: Ahaha.. o_o; Yeah. It stopped where hes all sensative and stuff. o_O; Yay Draco? Hopefully I'll make the next one more.. angst or soemthing.. I have school tomorrow and I'm tired as hell.. Blah. @_@;
Chapter eight
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A/N: I hate insomnia. o_o; I should be in bed for school tomorrow, but I'm not so oh well. :D! Uh.. Writers block sucks and Some 'steamy' scenes in this one, I think? ::Shrug:: And Hermione doesn't even have to handcuff Draco this time (Kacie. XD;) We'll see how it goes.
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The next few days the two avoided each other as much as possiable. Hermione kept her mind on studies and books and tried not to think of what she had done to Malfoy, the kiss and everything in relation, and Draco would keep his mind on other things as well - such as beating Hermione as top student at Hogwarts. More and more group projects and assignments were passed out to them though, making it harder for them not look at each other in the face, let alone talk to each other. While Draco was copying Hermione's notes and she was skimming a book a black owl came soaring through the open window to the blond. Untying the small piece of parchment to the bird's leg, he read over the letter careful before crumbling it up and writing a response of; "Thank you for telling me." before sending the owl back on its way.
Seeing the seriosuness on his face, Hermione closed the book gently and looked at him. "Malfoy?" she asked. No response. "Malfoy..?" she asked again, leaning in closer over his shoulder for some hope that she could read whatever made him upset. But without knowing he turned around and pinned her to the chair, anger flowing through his eyes. "What??" his voice was low and menacing. Hermione cringed as he put pressue on her wrists making it hurt more.
"What.. whats wrong? What happened?"
"What happened? What.. HAPPENED? Granger, you haven't the slightest idea do you?" he ran his hand through the blonde hair before glaring at the paper again, and throwing it in her direction. Catching it clumsly, she carefully opened it as her eyes got wide at what it said:
"Dear Mr. Draco Malfoy,
I'm regret to inform you but your mother has been brutally murdered. Her body will be kept until the burial. If you are planning to come to the funeral wear presentable clothes and owl me an answer. If so, I'll be telling the head master so he can make sure you get here safely.
Sincerely,
The Ministry of Magic"
Tears fell and soaked into the parchment as the girl began to cry. She haden't even known the woman and she was.. well, dead. And to make matters worse, Draco diden't seem to be taking things to well. Glancing up to him, she saw he was standing by window looking out into the moonlit sky. Slowly getting up, she made her way beside him, but looked to the floor.
"I'm sorry." Were the only words she spoke to him.
"You don't mean it, Granger. You never even knew the woman."
"I know.. but I do mean it, Malfoy. I really am sorry for your loss."
"Right. I'm going to bed. Don't bother trying to wake me up In the morning" The conversation had begun and ended just like that. Hermione watched as he was opening his door before calling out;
"Draco, If you need anyone to talk to, I'm always here.."
His reply was simple.
"I don't need your help, you filthy little mudblood. You don't know what its like to loose someone you love dearly. So just stay out of it and leave me the hell alone." And with that he slammed the door leaving her alone in the common room once more.
That night, Hermione coulden't sleep. All she could think about was Malfoy's dead mother lying on the floor. The expression on Draco's face when he read the news, and the anger and hate in his eyes when he pinned her to the chair. "It must be horriable to be a Malfoy.. All those rules and expectations.." she mumbled to herself, turning to her side but was surprised to find a pair of grey blue eyes staring right back at her. A hand covered her mouth before she could yell and a soothing "Shh.. Its just me." sound could be heard from the mystery person. As soon as he let her go, he jumped back staring wided eyed at him.
"Malfoy, what the hell are you doing here?" she demanded.
"I was about to take you up on your offer from eariler. You know, 'If you need anyone to talk to, I'm always here?' Hm. Should have known I'd find you talking to yourself, Granger. Have you got anything better to do besides wonder how my mother was killed and what goes on in my family?" suprisingly, the moon cast a low shine on his face - an it seemed as if he was smirking at her, but she wasen't quite sure.
"Its just sad, that's all. And you could have knocked, ya know!"
"I did. But no one answered. I saw it was unlocked so I stepped in. You were talking to yourself so I sat down untily uo ntoiced me. Simple as that. Or do I need to explain it to you more slowly, Granger?"
"Really? Well if that was the case, why am I the better student then you?"
No response.
Looking back at him, she saw he was frowning at her. She mumbed a quick "..sorry" before sitting back on the bed and was shocked when he sat next to her.
"Look Hermione, Can we just put our difference aside for one time? At least one night?"
Well heres one side of Draco she had sure as hell never seen before.
Glancing towards him, she looked him over up and down. "Is this another one of your tricks?" But her brain answered for her; 'Why would it be? His mother just died. Hes asking for your help.' And so she helped him out.
The girl took hold on his pale hand in hers and squeezed it gently. "It'll be alright, Malfoy." She reassured him. He half smiled in her direction. Once again he leaned into her and kissed her again. And she diden't resist. Pulling her arms around his neck once more, the boy put his arms around her waist and pulled her closer.
It was like magic for them. They were in their own world where nothing bad could happen. Just the two of them. He tugged at the bottom of her shirt as she tugged at his jeans, and belt. Pulling the shirts up, and the jeans off they were only left in under garments - which neither of them minded. Falling silently into his arms on the bed, Hermione drifted off into a peaceful sleep. Draco looked at her a minute, and for actually smiled. Hermione was his comfort zone right now. She was right. She would always be here when he needed her. There was no denying it. Without realizing it though, he fell asleep just as the first few rays of light were shining through the sky.
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A/N: Ahaha.. o_o; Yeah. It stopped where hes all sensative and stuff. o_O; Yay Draco? Hopefully I'll make the next one more.. angst or soemthing.. I have school tomorrow and I'm tired as hell.. Blah. @_@;