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Author's Notes: Augh! I really do luv all of you who reviewed, honestly! wowie! eighty-seven reviews?? *faints* i never thought i'd see that number in my stats column thingymajig but there it is like two number like thingys like..um..things.....ah, i think i've gone completely bonkers which is probably because my english prof has selfishly put the finals on monday so i hafta study all turkey break, grrr...not that i've exactly been studying, heehee.. but hugs to all of u! and thanks for reading! hope u guys like this chappy, and yes...a certain annoying person gets involved....
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It was morning and Draco woke up dazily, surprised that he was still next to Hermione. Before he had fallen back asleep, he had convinced himself that this was a dream, a beautiful, wonderful dream. But it wasn't. He turned over and slowly kissed Hermione's forehead gently. The sun was starting to rise, coloring the sky in blush pinks and cream oranges. Hermione mumbled quietly in her sleep and snuggled next to Draco, putting her head on his chest. Draco closed his eyes too. It was only dawn. They had the whole day in front of them.
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When Hermione woke up, realization hit her suddenly and panic started to bubble inside of her. Oh god, what would she tell her mom? and how would she be able to keep this a secret from Harry and Ron? But then Hermione looked over at Draco, who's lean body stretched out next to her like a cat and the panic started to subside. She did it and it was absolutely and completely her choice.
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KNOCK KNOCK! Hermione jumped up in surprise.
"Hermione Granger, open the door this instant!" Hermione jumped out of bed and quickly put on her robe. Draco rolled off the bed and went underneath it, concealed. Hermione opened it and swore silently under her breath. There standing in front of her was Professor McGonagall, looking angry. Professor McGonagall's eyes expertly scanned the room. She saw the tangled sheets and pillows half on the bed, half on the floor, the spilled, blood- red wax of the candle hardened on the carpet and rugs, the Scotch also spilled, champagne glasses thrown in haste. Hermione swore again, silently, when she saw a bit of Draco's robes peeking from the side of the bed. Please, please don't let McGonagall see the, prayed Hermione. But Professor McGonagall didn't need to see them to confirm her suspicions. The scent of alcohal- and the feeling of love- was thick in the air.
"Get dressed, Ms. Granger, and come to my office immediately. And if you happen to run into Mr. Malfoy, which i highly doubt you won't, bring him with you," she snapped. Professor McGonagall turned sharply on one heel and left. Hermione closed the door and leaned against it, then, unexpectantly, a giggle started to bubble from inside her throat and escaped. Draco came back out from under the bed and Hermione ran to him, knocking him back onto the bed.
"We're in trouble," he whispered into Hermione's ear. Ah, that delicious smell and feel of his skin. Hermione kissed him for a while, suddenly realized something. She got onto her knees and checked by her headboard of her bed.
"Shit," she muttered, suddenly realizing a mistake she had made.
"What?" Draco came from behind her, his arms encircling her waist, mouth close to her ear.
"I forgot to turn off the sound bug." Oh, so that was what greeted Harry and Ron in thier bedroom...uh oh. Draco chuckled and kissed her again, softly, just brushing his lips against the skin of her neck.
"It's okay. People were going to find out sooner or later." Hermione giggled and turned around to face Draco. She loved the way he licked her lips, like licking the salt off the rim of a margerita glass.
"Let's go before McGonagall gets even more angry," she said. She pulled on a skirt and a rumpled blouse and hurriedly ran a brush through her hair. Draco, having nothing else to wear but his dress robes, borrowed from Hermione some shorts and shirts that Hermione had taken from Harry and Ron to wear because they were comfy. Ron's clothes were too long for even Draco's lanky form but Harry's fit him quite nicely.
"The bad-boy resident of Hogwarts wearing golden-boy's clothes? I never thought I'd see the day," said Hermione. Draco pulled her back onto the bed and both of them conviently forgot that at that very moment, Professor McGonagall was fuming in her office, along with some other people.....
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"Where is my boy? I want to see him this instant!" demanded Lucius.
"He's coming, Lucius, patience is a virtue," said Snape, silkily. Professor McGonagall refused to join their bickering and kept to tapping her fingers impatiently.
"The girl is late," she said. "And so is the boy." Finally, Hermione and Draco tumbled through the door, both looking relaxed, not knowing the enormity of the situation. Then, Draco's eyes settled on his father and he blanched. Hermione squeezed Draco's hand for support and Draco smiled in gratitude but dropped her hand. His father would kill him if he saw him lay a finger on a mudblood.
"Draco Malfoy," said Lucius, his voice quiet and whispery, just like a snake's. So condescending, luring people into a sense of security then attacking the minute thier guards are down. But Draco already knew all of his father's tricks. He's had to live with him all his life.
"Good morning, father," said Draco. He ordered his eyes to stay on his fathers.
"I've been hearing stories, Draco. Perhaps you can set them straight?" Draco only blinked at his father, not pretending not to understand.
"I received this in the mail yesterday," Lucius spat, throwing Draco a piece of parchment. In a handwriting that he nor Hermione recognized was written all about all the times Hermione and he had met, how their 'study sessions' were much more than studying for classes. Draco didn't want to deny it. It would be a complete and absolute lie, and it was no use trying to lie to his father, he saw right through them anyways.
"This is all wrong," said Hermione, her eyes dark and expressionless. "I never met Dra- Malfoy. It wasn't him I've been skipping classes to be with all this time."
"And who is it then?" Lucius asked. Hermione's face slightly contorted. She hated that man standing before her. He had the same white-blond hair and gray eyes but his weren't sparkling like Draco's, they were cloudy and malicious. When Hermione didn't answer, Lucius lunged towards her, wand outraised.
"You defile our family! And that bastard who calls himself my son lets you!" Draco jumped in front of Hermione and Snape pulled Lucius back.
"Don't be stupid, Lucius," said Snape, breathing hard. "What were you really going to do anyways? Kill that girl? In front of all these witnesses?" Lucius roughly shook himself off Snape and looked at him.
"You are so pathetically weak, Severus," said Lucius. "You're no longer that Slytherin, the one with that passion for the Dark Arts. You're nothing but Dumbledore's little bitch." The wand in Snape's hand twirled through his fingers and was raised to point at Lucius' throat.
"At least I'm not Voldemort's servant," he said. "You can't sink lower than that." Lucius' face rippled with disgusted emotion then suddenly, that calm mask slid back over it.
"I plan to stay here, give my boy and me a private chamber, I wish to keep my eye on him now."
"This is a boarding school, Master Malfoy," said Professor McGonagall, icily. "And I believe you should trust your son enough that he'd keep out of trouble." Draco held his breath.
"Fine then. But I must speak to my son privately." Snape stepped between them.
"May I offer to be a chaperone?" he asked, eyes looking straight at Lucius. "To make sure that, how should I say this? Ah, accidents do not occur."
"This is completely absurd," said Lucius. "That a man can not even speak to his own son." Snape raised his eyebrows.
"Fine then," hissed Lucius. "I will depart now, but remember my words, my boy, we will have a very long chat during Christmas break." With that, Lucius whirled around and disappeared, his footsteps heard padding down the stone hallway, echoing eerily.
"Thanks Professor Snape, Professor McGonagall," said Draco, blowing the hair out of his eyes. He didn't care if he sounded like a scared little boy who had just gotten out of a beating from a bully. He was just relieved that he was here in the chamber with people he knew rather than being dragged along the hallway by the ear by his father.
"But I must say, Lucius did have a point," said McGonagall. "Skipping class? Ms. Granger, I never thought I'd see the day." Hermione hung her head, face red with shame.
"I know friendships can be valuble but this is pushing the line. I think Mr. Malfoy will be assigned another tutor and I believe it would be best if you two would stay apart from each other. Times are troubling and to see a Gryffindor and a Slytherin walk down the hallway together? Although that may be a great accomplishment for you two, to finally break the barrier between those two rivaling houses, it's too much for the others. Both of you will end up getting hurt. I'm sorry but you should both say your last words now but keep it at that." Professor McGonagall gave them both another pointed look and walked out of the room, pulling Snape out with her.
Alone, Draco and Hermione looked at each other.
"You really think we can't see each other again?" asked Hermione. She fiddled with the hem of her skirt. Draco smirked.
"You really think I'm gonna let a prof keep us apart?" he whispered. Hermione felt a pleasant shiver run up her back.
"But she said we could get hurt," she whispered back. "The Slytherins could beat you up badly. They could hurt me too." Their faces were so close their noses were almost rubbing. Draco grinned.
"But will that keep you from seeing me?" Hermione had to smile back.
"No."
"That's what I thought." Draco kissed Hermione so sweetly Hermione thought she'd melt like an icicle under warmth.
"So, east tower tonight? At one?" Hermione shivered again.
"I miss you already," she said, smiling.
"You couldn't think of something more original to say, after all, you are a brain." Before Hermione could protest, Draco kissed her again, cutting off her words.
"I miss you too," he said, and gave her a wink (A/N *i am meeeeltting.....*) Hermione turned to go and walk out of the room but Draco grabbed her hand and pulled her back. He kissed her one last time.
"Could you wear that black wool skirt of your's? You do look nice in that one." Hermione gave him a playful smack and kissed his cheek and walked out. Draco watched her leave. Suddenly, the day seemed to grow incredibly long. He couldn't wait until the sun went down and everyone was asleep.
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* I just love forbidden love, heehee....oh and just to tell you all, that isn't the last of good 'ol Lucius we see. He's coming back with vengeance....heehee, thank u all for reading, please R&R!
Author's Notes: Augh! I really do luv all of you who reviewed, honestly! wowie! eighty-seven reviews?? *faints* i never thought i'd see that number in my stats column thingymajig but there it is like two number like thingys like..um..things.....ah, i think i've gone completely bonkers which is probably because my english prof has selfishly put the finals on monday so i hafta study all turkey break, grrr...not that i've exactly been studying, heehee.. but hugs to all of u! and thanks for reading! hope u guys like this chappy, and yes...a certain annoying person gets involved....
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It was morning and Draco woke up dazily, surprised that he was still next to Hermione. Before he had fallen back asleep, he had convinced himself that this was a dream, a beautiful, wonderful dream. But it wasn't. He turned over and slowly kissed Hermione's forehead gently. The sun was starting to rise, coloring the sky in blush pinks and cream oranges. Hermione mumbled quietly in her sleep and snuggled next to Draco, putting her head on his chest. Draco closed his eyes too. It was only dawn. They had the whole day in front of them.
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When Hermione woke up, realization hit her suddenly and panic started to bubble inside of her. Oh god, what would she tell her mom? and how would she be able to keep this a secret from Harry and Ron? But then Hermione looked over at Draco, who's lean body stretched out next to her like a cat and the panic started to subside. She did it and it was absolutely and completely her choice.
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KNOCK KNOCK! Hermione jumped up in surprise.
"Hermione Granger, open the door this instant!" Hermione jumped out of bed and quickly put on her robe. Draco rolled off the bed and went underneath it, concealed. Hermione opened it and swore silently under her breath. There standing in front of her was Professor McGonagall, looking angry. Professor McGonagall's eyes expertly scanned the room. She saw the tangled sheets and pillows half on the bed, half on the floor, the spilled, blood- red wax of the candle hardened on the carpet and rugs, the Scotch also spilled, champagne glasses thrown in haste. Hermione swore again, silently, when she saw a bit of Draco's robes peeking from the side of the bed. Please, please don't let McGonagall see the, prayed Hermione. But Professor McGonagall didn't need to see them to confirm her suspicions. The scent of alcohal- and the feeling of love- was thick in the air.
"Get dressed, Ms. Granger, and come to my office immediately. And if you happen to run into Mr. Malfoy, which i highly doubt you won't, bring him with you," she snapped. Professor McGonagall turned sharply on one heel and left. Hermione closed the door and leaned against it, then, unexpectantly, a giggle started to bubble from inside her throat and escaped. Draco came back out from under the bed and Hermione ran to him, knocking him back onto the bed.
"We're in trouble," he whispered into Hermione's ear. Ah, that delicious smell and feel of his skin. Hermione kissed him for a while, suddenly realized something. She got onto her knees and checked by her headboard of her bed.
"Shit," she muttered, suddenly realizing a mistake she had made.
"What?" Draco came from behind her, his arms encircling her waist, mouth close to her ear.
"I forgot to turn off the sound bug." Oh, so that was what greeted Harry and Ron in thier bedroom...uh oh. Draco chuckled and kissed her again, softly, just brushing his lips against the skin of her neck.
"It's okay. People were going to find out sooner or later." Hermione giggled and turned around to face Draco. She loved the way he licked her lips, like licking the salt off the rim of a margerita glass.
"Let's go before McGonagall gets even more angry," she said. She pulled on a skirt and a rumpled blouse and hurriedly ran a brush through her hair. Draco, having nothing else to wear but his dress robes, borrowed from Hermione some shorts and shirts that Hermione had taken from Harry and Ron to wear because they were comfy. Ron's clothes were too long for even Draco's lanky form but Harry's fit him quite nicely.
"The bad-boy resident of Hogwarts wearing golden-boy's clothes? I never thought I'd see the day," said Hermione. Draco pulled her back onto the bed and both of them conviently forgot that at that very moment, Professor McGonagall was fuming in her office, along with some other people.....
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"Where is my boy? I want to see him this instant!" demanded Lucius.
"He's coming, Lucius, patience is a virtue," said Snape, silkily. Professor McGonagall refused to join their bickering and kept to tapping her fingers impatiently.
"The girl is late," she said. "And so is the boy." Finally, Hermione and Draco tumbled through the door, both looking relaxed, not knowing the enormity of the situation. Then, Draco's eyes settled on his father and he blanched. Hermione squeezed Draco's hand for support and Draco smiled in gratitude but dropped her hand. His father would kill him if he saw him lay a finger on a mudblood.
"Draco Malfoy," said Lucius, his voice quiet and whispery, just like a snake's. So condescending, luring people into a sense of security then attacking the minute thier guards are down. But Draco already knew all of his father's tricks. He's had to live with him all his life.
"Good morning, father," said Draco. He ordered his eyes to stay on his fathers.
"I've been hearing stories, Draco. Perhaps you can set them straight?" Draco only blinked at his father, not pretending not to understand.
"I received this in the mail yesterday," Lucius spat, throwing Draco a piece of parchment. In a handwriting that he nor Hermione recognized was written all about all the times Hermione and he had met, how their 'study sessions' were much more than studying for classes. Draco didn't want to deny it. It would be a complete and absolute lie, and it was no use trying to lie to his father, he saw right through them anyways.
"This is all wrong," said Hermione, her eyes dark and expressionless. "I never met Dra- Malfoy. It wasn't him I've been skipping classes to be with all this time."
"And who is it then?" Lucius asked. Hermione's face slightly contorted. She hated that man standing before her. He had the same white-blond hair and gray eyes but his weren't sparkling like Draco's, they were cloudy and malicious. When Hermione didn't answer, Lucius lunged towards her, wand outraised.
"You defile our family! And that bastard who calls himself my son lets you!" Draco jumped in front of Hermione and Snape pulled Lucius back.
"Don't be stupid, Lucius," said Snape, breathing hard. "What were you really going to do anyways? Kill that girl? In front of all these witnesses?" Lucius roughly shook himself off Snape and looked at him.
"You are so pathetically weak, Severus," said Lucius. "You're no longer that Slytherin, the one with that passion for the Dark Arts. You're nothing but Dumbledore's little bitch." The wand in Snape's hand twirled through his fingers and was raised to point at Lucius' throat.
"At least I'm not Voldemort's servant," he said. "You can't sink lower than that." Lucius' face rippled with disgusted emotion then suddenly, that calm mask slid back over it.
"I plan to stay here, give my boy and me a private chamber, I wish to keep my eye on him now."
"This is a boarding school, Master Malfoy," said Professor McGonagall, icily. "And I believe you should trust your son enough that he'd keep out of trouble." Draco held his breath.
"Fine then. But I must speak to my son privately." Snape stepped between them.
"May I offer to be a chaperone?" he asked, eyes looking straight at Lucius. "To make sure that, how should I say this? Ah, accidents do not occur."
"This is completely absurd," said Lucius. "That a man can not even speak to his own son." Snape raised his eyebrows.
"Fine then," hissed Lucius. "I will depart now, but remember my words, my boy, we will have a very long chat during Christmas break." With that, Lucius whirled around and disappeared, his footsteps heard padding down the stone hallway, echoing eerily.
"Thanks Professor Snape, Professor McGonagall," said Draco, blowing the hair out of his eyes. He didn't care if he sounded like a scared little boy who had just gotten out of a beating from a bully. He was just relieved that he was here in the chamber with people he knew rather than being dragged along the hallway by the ear by his father.
"But I must say, Lucius did have a point," said McGonagall. "Skipping class? Ms. Granger, I never thought I'd see the day." Hermione hung her head, face red with shame.
"I know friendships can be valuble but this is pushing the line. I think Mr. Malfoy will be assigned another tutor and I believe it would be best if you two would stay apart from each other. Times are troubling and to see a Gryffindor and a Slytherin walk down the hallway together? Although that may be a great accomplishment for you two, to finally break the barrier between those two rivaling houses, it's too much for the others. Both of you will end up getting hurt. I'm sorry but you should both say your last words now but keep it at that." Professor McGonagall gave them both another pointed look and walked out of the room, pulling Snape out with her.
Alone, Draco and Hermione looked at each other.
"You really think we can't see each other again?" asked Hermione. She fiddled with the hem of her skirt. Draco smirked.
"You really think I'm gonna let a prof keep us apart?" he whispered. Hermione felt a pleasant shiver run up her back.
"But she said we could get hurt," she whispered back. "The Slytherins could beat you up badly. They could hurt me too." Their faces were so close their noses were almost rubbing. Draco grinned.
"But will that keep you from seeing me?" Hermione had to smile back.
"No."
"That's what I thought." Draco kissed Hermione so sweetly Hermione thought she'd melt like an icicle under warmth.
"So, east tower tonight? At one?" Hermione shivered again.
"I miss you already," she said, smiling.
"You couldn't think of something more original to say, after all, you are a brain." Before Hermione could protest, Draco kissed her again, cutting off her words.
"I miss you too," he said, and gave her a wink (A/N *i am meeeeltting.....*) Hermione turned to go and walk out of the room but Draco grabbed her hand and pulled her back. He kissed her one last time.
"Could you wear that black wool skirt of your's? You do look nice in that one." Hermione gave him a playful smack and kissed his cheek and walked out. Draco watched her leave. Suddenly, the day seemed to grow incredibly long. He couldn't wait until the sun went down and everyone was asleep.
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* I just love forbidden love, heehee....oh and just to tell you all, that isn't the last of good 'ol Lucius we see. He's coming back with vengeance....heehee, thank u all for reading, please R&R!