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Author's Notes: Augh! Big hugs and extra thanks to Haille Jade Potter, Alquamore, Hermione18, voidsenshi, Kagami, Walking Contridiction, Darcel, Midnight Rain, skinny, and DMLGAL. Heehee, reviews tend to get my chapters up more quickly if you hadn't noticed :) a head's up, remember that stuff that was sort of sparking between Draco and Hermione? Well let's blow on that flame a bit :)
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Hermione started towards the library where she was supposed to meet Draco. It was Monday and at the last minute, Draco had canceled because "some stuff came up." Hermione reminded herself over and over again that she had only been unhappy because it was twenty five extra points gone. Hermione strided through the halls of Hogwarts, trying not to let her self- consciousness show. Her skirt had been let down, she didn't think she could stand another comment like the one she got on Saturday. She lingered for a short while, trying to force herself to be late. Five minutes passed...then ten minutes...after fifteen minutes, Hermione couldn't stand it. Punctuality was one of her best traits and she wasn't going to lose it to some blond daddy's boy. Hermione pushed open the heavy, mahogany doors to the library and stepped in, breathing the woody, old scent of books. She looked around and swore under her breath. Draco wasn't there. Then suddenly, there was a voice right by her ear.
"You're late Granger." It was Draco but when Hermione turned around, there wasn't a look of malice, rather a look of playful teasing...but that smirk was still there.
"Some stuff came up," said Hermione, coldly. Draco laughed.
"Angry about yesterday? I swear, Hermione, if you ever get mixed up with a girl like Pansy-" Hermione shook her head.
"I don't need to hear it," she said, interrupting him. "But you need to bring up your grades, come on."
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Draco actually was telling the truth, about how things came up. Things did come up. More specifically someone came up. He groaned inwardly, thinking about Sunday. It had started when Pansy had sauntered up to him and he had told her to stop for a second time that weekend.
"Draco," she pouted, her bottom lip sticking out. It made her look more like a pug than ever. "You haven't given me a proper snog in a month." She batted her eyelashes and Draco was checking his watch. If he wanted to meet Hermione in time, he'd have to leave now.
"I can't, Pansy, I'm busy," he growled. Pansy wouldn't let him go. She would make sure that the sexiest boy at Hogwarts would not turn down her charm. Charm? What charm? Pansy looked deep into Draco's light blue eyes, icy at the moment, though they would warm and turn darker at the sight of a certian Gryffindor.
"I want you, Draco," she whispered. Draco was about to tell her off when he noticed that many of the Slytherins were watching them. Damn, he thought. How strange would it look if he said to Pansy that he had to leave because he had to meet Hermione? Obviously it wouldn't look too good. He couldn't lie, Crabbe and Goyle would try and follow him like the two idiot dogs they were.
"I have places to go Pansy," he said.
"Cancel them," said Pansy, smiling at Draco, a wild look in her eyes. Draco had no choice and he raised his head and forced himself to kiss Pansy, in front of all the Slytherins.
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"So what do you think you learned today?" Draco looked at her and raised an eyebrow.
"I don't know, Granger," he drawled. "Aren't you supposed to be the one with all the answers?" Hermione stood up, disgusted. Draco was just impossible. There wasn't anything decent about him.
"I have to go to class."
"Transfiguration? With McGonagall?" Hermione nodded.
"That's my next class too, come on, Granger, I'll walk you there." They started gathering their books and walking there when suddenly Draco pulled Hermione's arm and led her down another corridor.
"This isn't the way to-"
"Come on, I'm going to teach you a lesson. I owe you." Hermione felt a knot form in her stomach. Sure he was Slytherin but he wouldn't do anything that
would put her in danger? No reason why he wouldn't. That made her shudder slightly. He led her into an empty classroom.
"So you changed your skirt length for me?" he asked, a teasing tone in his voice. Hermione felt her cheeks heat up.
"No," she retorted. "It's a drafty day, I wouldn't want to get a cold." Draco laughed.
"First of all, Granger, if you're gonna lie, do it but say it to my face, not at the ground." Hermione frowned slightly.
"What were you going to teach me?"
"Anything you'd like to learn, Granger. How to control people, how to influence teachers," he smirked slightly. "How to kiss."
"I don't need to control people and I think I have teachers under control."
"Do you? You didn't answer me about the last one." Hermione wished that her face would stop feeling like it was on fire.
"I know enough. And I'm sure I'd be better at it than Pansy. She practically drools."
"So you've been watching me, have you?" Before Hermione could snap at him, Draco leaned forward and kissed Hermione. Oh my, thought Hermione. There were sparks, there was the pounding of the ocean, the secret of the stars, the lush of flowers, all rolled into one firey kiss. Victor was absolutely nothing compared to this, thougth Hermione. She would have pushed Draco away and told him to stop if she could ever control her arms again. But she found that she just couldn't and let herself enjoy the kiss.
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Hermione was right, again. Pansy is sloppy, always slobbering. Disgusting, thought Draco. But Hermione, she tasted sweet, like vanilla. She just tasted better. Draco was amazed. The world seemed to tilt slightly beneath his feet. He could have stood there, his lips on Hermione's, forever.
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Draco had put his arms around Hermione and she had started to lean into him when they both broke apart.
"What was that?" she snapped, immediately, as if she did not have the most intoxicating moment in her life. Draco smirked.
"You're right," he said.
"About what."
"You are a better kisser than Pansy."
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"Harry, where's Hermione? She never misses a class!" Ron whispered loudly. Professor McGongall was currently talking to Professor Snape who had walked in earlier in their classtime.
"I haven't seen her almost all weekend," Harry whispered back. He shook his shaggy black hair out of his face. Then the door opened. In came Draco and Hermione, Draco looking as cool as ever, Hermione looking...pink.
"What are they doing late? Together?" Ron hissed, almost trottling Harry.
"Easy there," Harry muttered, massaging his neck. "I saw them come in too."
"Mr. Malfoy? Ms. Granger? Can you explain why you are late for class," asked Professor McGonagall. Before Hermione could say anything, Draco said, "Well, Professor McGonagall, our tutoring session went a little over."
"Well then, did you learn?" Professor McGonagall was staring at them, almost burningly, and Hermione felt as if she could die.
"I don't know but I think it's Hermione who's learning more," said Draco with a smirk. Snape jumped in.
"Learning about what, Draco?" he asked. Draco shrugged with that look on his face that said that he knew more than he was going to say.
"Things," he said. "But I can assure you that our sessions are very...entertaining. To us, anyways." Ron almost spluttered in the back.
"Did you hear him, Harry?" he whispered loudly. Harry jumped to the side to avoid being shaken by the neck again.
"What do you have to say about this, Ms. Granger?" asked Snape, looking at them venomously. Hermione then did something that shocked even her. She shrugged casually and said, "I've had better." This time, it was Snape who nearly choked.
"Enough of this nonsense," snapped Professor McGonagall. "Ten points each from both Slytherin and Gryffindor for the tardiness, now sit down." They both did so. The rest of class went smoothly and as soon as Professor McGonagall dismissed the class, Ron pounced on Hermione.
"What were you talking about, up there?" he asked. Hermione shrugged again.
"Nothing really," she said. But when Ron and Harry both had their heads down, trying to get all their books, Hermione looked towards the door where Draco was heading out. He looked up at the same time and their eyes locked...and they both smiled.
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Ah, i just luv to torture Snape. I wonder what's going on in that mind of his. Well....you'll find out next chappy! muahahaha! heehee...please R&R and tell me if this is getting good or not... :) thanks for reading!
Author's Notes: Augh! Big hugs and extra thanks to Haille Jade Potter, Alquamore, Hermione18, voidsenshi, Kagami, Walking Contridiction, Darcel, Midnight Rain, skinny, and DMLGAL. Heehee, reviews tend to get my chapters up more quickly if you hadn't noticed :) a head's up, remember that stuff that was sort of sparking between Draco and Hermione? Well let's blow on that flame a bit :)
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Hermione started towards the library where she was supposed to meet Draco. It was Monday and at the last minute, Draco had canceled because "some stuff came up." Hermione reminded herself over and over again that she had only been unhappy because it was twenty five extra points gone. Hermione strided through the halls of Hogwarts, trying not to let her self- consciousness show. Her skirt had been let down, she didn't think she could stand another comment like the one she got on Saturday. She lingered for a short while, trying to force herself to be late. Five minutes passed...then ten minutes...after fifteen minutes, Hermione couldn't stand it. Punctuality was one of her best traits and she wasn't going to lose it to some blond daddy's boy. Hermione pushed open the heavy, mahogany doors to the library and stepped in, breathing the woody, old scent of books. She looked around and swore under her breath. Draco wasn't there. Then suddenly, there was a voice right by her ear.
"You're late Granger." It was Draco but when Hermione turned around, there wasn't a look of malice, rather a look of playful teasing...but that smirk was still there.
"Some stuff came up," said Hermione, coldly. Draco laughed.
"Angry about yesterday? I swear, Hermione, if you ever get mixed up with a girl like Pansy-" Hermione shook her head.
"I don't need to hear it," she said, interrupting him. "But you need to bring up your grades, come on."
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Draco actually was telling the truth, about how things came up. Things did come up. More specifically someone came up. He groaned inwardly, thinking about Sunday. It had started when Pansy had sauntered up to him and he had told her to stop for a second time that weekend.
"Draco," she pouted, her bottom lip sticking out. It made her look more like a pug than ever. "You haven't given me a proper snog in a month." She batted her eyelashes and Draco was checking his watch. If he wanted to meet Hermione in time, he'd have to leave now.
"I can't, Pansy, I'm busy," he growled. Pansy wouldn't let him go. She would make sure that the sexiest boy at Hogwarts would not turn down her charm. Charm? What charm? Pansy looked deep into Draco's light blue eyes, icy at the moment, though they would warm and turn darker at the sight of a certian Gryffindor.
"I want you, Draco," she whispered. Draco was about to tell her off when he noticed that many of the Slytherins were watching them. Damn, he thought. How strange would it look if he said to Pansy that he had to leave because he had to meet Hermione? Obviously it wouldn't look too good. He couldn't lie, Crabbe and Goyle would try and follow him like the two idiot dogs they were.
"I have places to go Pansy," he said.
"Cancel them," said Pansy, smiling at Draco, a wild look in her eyes. Draco had no choice and he raised his head and forced himself to kiss Pansy, in front of all the Slytherins.
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"So what do you think you learned today?" Draco looked at her and raised an eyebrow.
"I don't know, Granger," he drawled. "Aren't you supposed to be the one with all the answers?" Hermione stood up, disgusted. Draco was just impossible. There wasn't anything decent about him.
"I have to go to class."
"Transfiguration? With McGonagall?" Hermione nodded.
"That's my next class too, come on, Granger, I'll walk you there." They started gathering their books and walking there when suddenly Draco pulled Hermione's arm and led her down another corridor.
"This isn't the way to-"
"Come on, I'm going to teach you a lesson. I owe you." Hermione felt a knot form in her stomach. Sure he was Slytherin but he wouldn't do anything that
would put her in danger? No reason why he wouldn't. That made her shudder slightly. He led her into an empty classroom.
"So you changed your skirt length for me?" he asked, a teasing tone in his voice. Hermione felt her cheeks heat up.
"No," she retorted. "It's a drafty day, I wouldn't want to get a cold." Draco laughed.
"First of all, Granger, if you're gonna lie, do it but say it to my face, not at the ground." Hermione frowned slightly.
"What were you going to teach me?"
"Anything you'd like to learn, Granger. How to control people, how to influence teachers," he smirked slightly. "How to kiss."
"I don't need to control people and I think I have teachers under control."
"Do you? You didn't answer me about the last one." Hermione wished that her face would stop feeling like it was on fire.
"I know enough. And I'm sure I'd be better at it than Pansy. She practically drools."
"So you've been watching me, have you?" Before Hermione could snap at him, Draco leaned forward and kissed Hermione. Oh my, thought Hermione. There were sparks, there was the pounding of the ocean, the secret of the stars, the lush of flowers, all rolled into one firey kiss. Victor was absolutely nothing compared to this, thougth Hermione. She would have pushed Draco away and told him to stop if she could ever control her arms again. But she found that she just couldn't and let herself enjoy the kiss.
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Hermione was right, again. Pansy is sloppy, always slobbering. Disgusting, thought Draco. But Hermione, she tasted sweet, like vanilla. She just tasted better. Draco was amazed. The world seemed to tilt slightly beneath his feet. He could have stood there, his lips on Hermione's, forever.
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Draco had put his arms around Hermione and she had started to lean into him when they both broke apart.
"What was that?" she snapped, immediately, as if she did not have the most intoxicating moment in her life. Draco smirked.
"You're right," he said.
"About what."
"You are a better kisser than Pansy."
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"Harry, where's Hermione? She never misses a class!" Ron whispered loudly. Professor McGongall was currently talking to Professor Snape who had walked in earlier in their classtime.
"I haven't seen her almost all weekend," Harry whispered back. He shook his shaggy black hair out of his face. Then the door opened. In came Draco and Hermione, Draco looking as cool as ever, Hermione looking...pink.
"What are they doing late? Together?" Ron hissed, almost trottling Harry.
"Easy there," Harry muttered, massaging his neck. "I saw them come in too."
"Mr. Malfoy? Ms. Granger? Can you explain why you are late for class," asked Professor McGonagall. Before Hermione could say anything, Draco said, "Well, Professor McGonagall, our tutoring session went a little over."
"Well then, did you learn?" Professor McGonagall was staring at them, almost burningly, and Hermione felt as if she could die.
"I don't know but I think it's Hermione who's learning more," said Draco with a smirk. Snape jumped in.
"Learning about what, Draco?" he asked. Draco shrugged with that look on his face that said that he knew more than he was going to say.
"Things," he said. "But I can assure you that our sessions are very...entertaining. To us, anyways." Ron almost spluttered in the back.
"Did you hear him, Harry?" he whispered loudly. Harry jumped to the side to avoid being shaken by the neck again.
"What do you have to say about this, Ms. Granger?" asked Snape, looking at them venomously. Hermione then did something that shocked even her. She shrugged casually and said, "I've had better." This time, it was Snape who nearly choked.
"Enough of this nonsense," snapped Professor McGonagall. "Ten points each from both Slytherin and Gryffindor for the tardiness, now sit down." They both did so. The rest of class went smoothly and as soon as Professor McGonagall dismissed the class, Ron pounced on Hermione.
"What were you talking about, up there?" he asked. Hermione shrugged again.
"Nothing really," she said. But when Ron and Harry both had their heads down, trying to get all their books, Hermione looked towards the door where Draco was heading out. He looked up at the same time and their eyes locked...and they both smiled.
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Ah, i just luv to torture Snape. I wonder what's going on in that mind of his. Well....you'll find out next chappy! muahahaha! heehee...please R&R and tell me if this is getting good or not... :) thanks for reading!