"Break me, Shake me"
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A/N: Won't be here this weekend. Figured this would be a good time to update. Not really in the mood to write, but whatever. A lot's been happening with my family and what not. If things go as I think they're gonna go.. then I may not be updating for a long time. x_x; Two to four weeks, perhaps. o.o; Oh the joys of having a messed up life.. x.x;
Haha.. My motivation hasn't returned to me, neither has ideas. :D So the next chapter might take a little longer to think and type up. ;
I'm listening to DeathBoy by the way ("Valentine" - How ironic), so if this chapter turned out weird, It's the music's fault o_o;
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For the next few days, no one noticed the glances across the room towards each other. Or the insults that they said to one another, giving a glimpse of what they were feeling ("You can take her Weasel, not like I'd want her." Draco would say, though deep down he knew he really did.), and the shade of crimson she would turn when she thought about him. Thoughts of before came back to her, making a smile cross her lips.
Draco.
Outside.
Voldemort.
Hatred.
Lovers.
Enemies.
Violation.
Apologies.
And so much more that led up to where they were now. Sitting at the rightful tables and houses, she heard part of what Ron was talking about - Quidditch, and his favorite team. Harry listened attentively, but glanced over to Hermione who was picking at her food, and looking around at times. "Hermione?" he asked, a quizzical look coming over his face.
No answer. A smile crossed her face as she stared out into space.
Ron had stopped talking, and looked at the girl too, a worried expression crossing his features.
"Hermione??" he called out, waving a hand in front of her face.
"What's wrong with her??" the redhead asked, looking to Harry. The boy shrugged, still looking at Hermione.
"Daydreaming, I guess. Wonder about who?" he slightly poked Ron's ribs which made his ears blush to the shade of his hair. It was true; Ron did have a little crush on Hermione, but was too scared to tell, afraid that she wouldn't like him back.
Finally fed up with Hermione not answering, Harry lightly shook her shoulder, sending her back to reality. "What!" she called out rather loudly, having most of the Gryffindor table look at her. Blushing a little, she hit Harry lightly, after he snickered at the sudden silence at the table. "Shut up Harry." She said, a light tone in her voice, the smile not going away.
"So who where you daydreaming about, 'Mione?" Harry asked, glancing to Ron who looked mortified. The girl shook her head, as a gleam appeared in her eye.
"Not telling," she replied and got up from the table, a small grin on her face now and walked out of the Great Hall to get her things for class that morning. Ron and Harry stared after her, shaking their heads lightly. "I'll never figure that girl out." Ron muttered before stuffing himself with pancakes.
He looked at her for the first time that morning. A small shade of crimson shown over her face as she looked down. He smiled to himself. Hermione was so sweet. Never would he ever have thought that, but now he thought everything about her was great. 'Including things that shall not be mentioned,' he thought to himself as he saw her get up, a small grin plastered on her face as she left the Hall. Where was she going? And why was she leaving? Deciding to find the answers out himself, the boy got up ignoring the questions and "Hey Draco..? Class is gonna start soon. You'll be late." Making his way out of the Hall as well, he glanced around quickly wondering where she could be. The library? No, why would she be there this early in the morning? To a teacher, maybe? No, That didn't seem possible. Then an idea stuck his mind as he quickly walked up the stairs to the Head Boy and Girl's room hoping he would find her there.
Just as he had hoped, she was in her room getting her things, about to come back downstairs when she noticed the figure leaning about the frame of the door. ""Draco? What are you doing here?" the girl asked. Slowly walking over to her, he sat down on her bed and looked back up to her.
"I was wondering where you went," was the reply.
"Well you found me, so now you can go wait outside for a few seconds while I get the rest of my books."
"I was hoping we could stay here for a few more minutes. So what if we're late for class? It'll be for a good cause." He smiled which sent her lightly laughing at his remark.
"We can't," she said.
He took her hand looking hopeful at her. It had been so long since.. well, it had only been a few weeks or so, but he wanted her and vice versa. Staring down at him, she saw his grey eyes clouded over with.. love? Passion? Before she knew it, she was lying on her bed, kisses being exchanged as hands roamed bodies once more. Her brain was telling her to stop, but her body wouldn't listen. In just a matter of minutes his vest was off, and shirt open while both their faces flushed as they stared at one another for a few seconds. He could tell in her eyes that they would have to wait a while longer for anything else to happen. Hermione pushed him off of her, grabbing her things as he buttoned up his shirt and pulled his vest over his head again. They left the room once more making their way to class - Potions. The thought came to Draco as he smiled inwardly to himself again. Now he could stare at her some more and wait (or try to?) until later.
They had just made it in the room when Snape entered glaring at Hermione, but having a blank if not approving look for Draco.
"Now," Snape started looking around. "Today we'll be copying notes off the board as usual, and I'll be teaching you how to make a very strong sleeping potion.." he droned on through class giving instructions and what not. All the while the blonde boy kept looking at her. She glanced back a few times, the crimson still showing in her cheeks. Snape's voice calling out: "Time to go. Pack your things and leave," got his attention very quickly as Hermione did as she was told walking out of the door slowly. He figured she wanted to wait up for him, telling Potter and Weasley that she'd be down for lunch in a few minutes. His evil side started to show as thoughts ran through his mind. How it would take much longer then just 'a few minutes'. Chuckling lightly he followed her out the door, surprised when he saw a smile on her face and motioned for him to follow her upstairs.
He did as he was told, but didn't wait until they were up the stairs. Actually he started kissing her while they here halfway up, hands roaming again, not caring what the paintings thought or said about the two making out in front of them. All he cared about at the moment was Hermione, her room, and other deeds. Once more his shirt was unbuttoned, as was hers. Lips locked and small noises coming from each of them when a loud voice gasped and dropped something hard to the floor below them.
"Hermione?!?!" they called out, instantly making her break the kiss and look to see who it was. Hues went wide as she tried to re-button her shirt back, but as for Draco he didn't seem to notice anyone voice - only kept at it. Watching the spectator's eyes look at them with shock and confusion made her uncomfortable in which sadly, she had to make Draco get a grip and dressed back up again. Turning back around to say something to the person who watched them, Hermione stood shocked and scared seeing there was no one there. "Where did they go..?" she asked.
"Where did who go?" Draco asked looking around.
"..It was.." she knew who it was. They knew what they had seen. Hermione and Draco almost screwing in the hallways without a care in the world. Would this get around the school? Would he even tell? What about Harry? And all the other Gryffindors? She didn't want to think about that just yet. Running back downstairs, Hermione tried to locate the student but had no such luck. She started to run off into another direction, but Draco caught her arm and turned her back around to face him.
"What's going, Hermione? Who was that?" he asked, slight anger and disappointment filling his grey hues. She sighed and motioned towards the stairs they had just left.
"Someone came and saw us making out. I'm assuming they were either scare, confused, shocked, and angry.. Possibly all of the above and more," she replied counting off the options on her finger. He let her go and glanced around. "I have to go find him." She added softly before starting back on her way.
"Wait," he said making her turn around again surprised when she was looking at the floor. "Who was it?"
She sighed once more looking up at him slowly. Drawing in a breath, Hermione let it out and told him the name.
"It was Ron."
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A/N: Yes, its been done before, I know. But it was the only thing that made some sense to me so I decided to put it in. Next chapter: Will Ron blab to Harry and everyone else? Will the Gryffindors hates Hermione or will she dump Draco for their friendship in return? Read and see. Should be here soon. I'm finally (almost) caught up with my studies, so that's good.
Read and Review. Thanks again.
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A/N: Won't be here this weekend. Figured this would be a good time to update. Not really in the mood to write, but whatever. A lot's been happening with my family and what not. If things go as I think they're gonna go.. then I may not be updating for a long time. x_x; Two to four weeks, perhaps. o.o; Oh the joys of having a messed up life.. x.x;
Haha.. My motivation hasn't returned to me, neither has ideas. :D So the next chapter might take a little longer to think and type up. ;
I'm listening to DeathBoy by the way ("Valentine" - How ironic), so if this chapter turned out weird, It's the music's fault o_o;
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For the next few days, no one noticed the glances across the room towards each other. Or the insults that they said to one another, giving a glimpse of what they were feeling ("You can take her Weasel, not like I'd want her." Draco would say, though deep down he knew he really did.), and the shade of crimson she would turn when she thought about him. Thoughts of before came back to her, making a smile cross her lips.
Draco.
Outside.
Voldemort.
Hatred.
Lovers.
Enemies.
Violation.
Apologies.
And so much more that led up to where they were now. Sitting at the rightful tables and houses, she heard part of what Ron was talking about - Quidditch, and his favorite team. Harry listened attentively, but glanced over to Hermione who was picking at her food, and looking around at times. "Hermione?" he asked, a quizzical look coming over his face.
No answer. A smile crossed her face as she stared out into space.
Ron had stopped talking, and looked at the girl too, a worried expression crossing his features.
"Hermione??" he called out, waving a hand in front of her face.
"What's wrong with her??" the redhead asked, looking to Harry. The boy shrugged, still looking at Hermione.
"Daydreaming, I guess. Wonder about who?" he slightly poked Ron's ribs which made his ears blush to the shade of his hair. It was true; Ron did have a little crush on Hermione, but was too scared to tell, afraid that she wouldn't like him back.
Finally fed up with Hermione not answering, Harry lightly shook her shoulder, sending her back to reality. "What!" she called out rather loudly, having most of the Gryffindor table look at her. Blushing a little, she hit Harry lightly, after he snickered at the sudden silence at the table. "Shut up Harry." She said, a light tone in her voice, the smile not going away.
"So who where you daydreaming about, 'Mione?" Harry asked, glancing to Ron who looked mortified. The girl shook her head, as a gleam appeared in her eye.
"Not telling," she replied and got up from the table, a small grin on her face now and walked out of the Great Hall to get her things for class that morning. Ron and Harry stared after her, shaking their heads lightly. "I'll never figure that girl out." Ron muttered before stuffing himself with pancakes.
He looked at her for the first time that morning. A small shade of crimson shown over her face as she looked down. He smiled to himself. Hermione was so sweet. Never would he ever have thought that, but now he thought everything about her was great. 'Including things that shall not be mentioned,' he thought to himself as he saw her get up, a small grin plastered on her face as she left the Hall. Where was she going? And why was she leaving? Deciding to find the answers out himself, the boy got up ignoring the questions and "Hey Draco..? Class is gonna start soon. You'll be late." Making his way out of the Hall as well, he glanced around quickly wondering where she could be. The library? No, why would she be there this early in the morning? To a teacher, maybe? No, That didn't seem possible. Then an idea stuck his mind as he quickly walked up the stairs to the Head Boy and Girl's room hoping he would find her there.
Just as he had hoped, she was in her room getting her things, about to come back downstairs when she noticed the figure leaning about the frame of the door. ""Draco? What are you doing here?" the girl asked. Slowly walking over to her, he sat down on her bed and looked back up to her.
"I was wondering where you went," was the reply.
"Well you found me, so now you can go wait outside for a few seconds while I get the rest of my books."
"I was hoping we could stay here for a few more minutes. So what if we're late for class? It'll be for a good cause." He smiled which sent her lightly laughing at his remark.
"We can't," she said.
He took her hand looking hopeful at her. It had been so long since.. well, it had only been a few weeks or so, but he wanted her and vice versa. Staring down at him, she saw his grey eyes clouded over with.. love? Passion? Before she knew it, she was lying on her bed, kisses being exchanged as hands roamed bodies once more. Her brain was telling her to stop, but her body wouldn't listen. In just a matter of minutes his vest was off, and shirt open while both their faces flushed as they stared at one another for a few seconds. He could tell in her eyes that they would have to wait a while longer for anything else to happen. Hermione pushed him off of her, grabbing her things as he buttoned up his shirt and pulled his vest over his head again. They left the room once more making their way to class - Potions. The thought came to Draco as he smiled inwardly to himself again. Now he could stare at her some more and wait (or try to?) until later.
They had just made it in the room when Snape entered glaring at Hermione, but having a blank if not approving look for Draco.
"Now," Snape started looking around. "Today we'll be copying notes off the board as usual, and I'll be teaching you how to make a very strong sleeping potion.." he droned on through class giving instructions and what not. All the while the blonde boy kept looking at her. She glanced back a few times, the crimson still showing in her cheeks. Snape's voice calling out: "Time to go. Pack your things and leave," got his attention very quickly as Hermione did as she was told walking out of the door slowly. He figured she wanted to wait up for him, telling Potter and Weasley that she'd be down for lunch in a few minutes. His evil side started to show as thoughts ran through his mind. How it would take much longer then just 'a few minutes'. Chuckling lightly he followed her out the door, surprised when he saw a smile on her face and motioned for him to follow her upstairs.
He did as he was told, but didn't wait until they were up the stairs. Actually he started kissing her while they here halfway up, hands roaming again, not caring what the paintings thought or said about the two making out in front of them. All he cared about at the moment was Hermione, her room, and other deeds. Once more his shirt was unbuttoned, as was hers. Lips locked and small noises coming from each of them when a loud voice gasped and dropped something hard to the floor below them.
"Hermione?!?!" they called out, instantly making her break the kiss and look to see who it was. Hues went wide as she tried to re-button her shirt back, but as for Draco he didn't seem to notice anyone voice - only kept at it. Watching the spectator's eyes look at them with shock and confusion made her uncomfortable in which sadly, she had to make Draco get a grip and dressed back up again. Turning back around to say something to the person who watched them, Hermione stood shocked and scared seeing there was no one there. "Where did they go..?" she asked.
"Where did who go?" Draco asked looking around.
"..It was.." she knew who it was. They knew what they had seen. Hermione and Draco almost screwing in the hallways without a care in the world. Would this get around the school? Would he even tell? What about Harry? And all the other Gryffindors? She didn't want to think about that just yet. Running back downstairs, Hermione tried to locate the student but had no such luck. She started to run off into another direction, but Draco caught her arm and turned her back around to face him.
"What's going, Hermione? Who was that?" he asked, slight anger and disappointment filling his grey hues. She sighed and motioned towards the stairs they had just left.
"Someone came and saw us making out. I'm assuming they were either scare, confused, shocked, and angry.. Possibly all of the above and more," she replied counting off the options on her finger. He let her go and glanced around. "I have to go find him." She added softly before starting back on her way.
"Wait," he said making her turn around again surprised when she was looking at the floor. "Who was it?"
She sighed once more looking up at him slowly. Drawing in a breath, Hermione let it out and told him the name.
"It was Ron."
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A/N: Yes, its been done before, I know. But it was the only thing that made some sense to me so I decided to put it in. Next chapter: Will Ron blab to Harry and everyone else? Will the Gryffindors hates Hermione or will she dump Draco for their friendship in return? Read and see. Should be here soon. I'm finally (almost) caught up with my studies, so that's good.
Read and Review. Thanks again.