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Stormie sat straight up in bed. She was breathing hard; she listened for a sound, but didn't get anything except the other five girls snoring. She sighed. What had woken her? A dream, no a nightmare, but now she couldn't remember anything about the nightmare. She glanced at her clock, you should be asleep, 2:03. She had finally gotten rid of that stupid muggle clock when Brite had sent her this one. She groped in the dark, looking for Rain. She found her near the bottom of the bed. She slipped her green fuzzy slippers on and grabbed her muggle zine that her mother had sent her; she held her wand in between her teeth as she quietly made her way out of Gryffindor Tower. Once she was outside of the portrait she set Rain down and took her wand out of her mouth. She tucked it into the waist band of her P.J. pants. She quietly made her way down to the kitchens; Ginny had once told her how to get down there.
She tickled the fruit and opened the door, intently searching for one specific elf, which she found by a large stove.
She walked towards the elf, Rain right beside her. "Dobby!" the Elf looked up, a wide grin breaking out.
"Misses Storms whats you out a bed this times of night for?" asked Dobby curiously.
Stormie sighed, she wished she knew. "I had a bad dream, can I sit down here for a while?" she asked.
Dobby nodded his large head, ears flipping wildly, "Yes, would misses like anything? Hot Chocolate maybe?" Stormie let out a smile, and nodded. She then made her way to a table right in front of the fire. Rain jumped up on the table beside her; suddenly a big cup of hot chocolate and a little saucer of milk appeared on the table, Stormie smiled again as Rain began to purr, lapping up the milk. She sighed and pulled out the zine, she wasn't even tired; this was going to be a long night.
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Draco lay in bed, the third night in a row that he was having trouble sleeping. Every time he fell asleep he would start to dream about Stormie, the night of the dance (A/N: this is set a couple of weeks later) the dream would start to get good, and than he would wake up. He sighed; he could hear Goyle snoring a few feet away from him. He tried to go back to sleep, but he couldn't, so he got up. Clad in only a pair of black silk pajama pants he made his way to the kitchen. He wanted coffee.
He opened the door and immediately asked one of the hundreds of elves for a cup of coffee. He than made his way to his table in the corner by the fire, but someone was already at his table, and that someone had a little tiger named Rain and had been keeping him up at night, he thought about turning and going back to bed, but she turned and smiled at him.
Draco slowly made his way to the table where Stormie sat. He eyed what she had on. A white tank-top with the face of a green monkey, the top was a little bit too small for her chest which caused cleavage to overflow the top of the snug shirt. Her pants were a light green with darker green monkeys with wings; her slippers matched the dark green monkeys.
~*~*~*~* Stormie looked up and saw Draco, no shoes, no shirt, hair tousled. She couldn't stop herself from thinking about how sexy he looked. 'Who am I kidding? He always looks sexy.' She smiled and beckoned him to join her. He had broad shoulders, nice muscular arms, and a very well chiseled chest. She had never seen a guy that had such a nice body, and statues didn't count. She wondered weather or not he was well proportioned in other, more private areas. Sure she had heard the rumors that the boy was hung like a horse, but they were just rumors, weren't they?
Draco sat down across from her. Eyeing the sleeping Rain. Stormie had returned to reading a muggle magazine. He looked at the article she was so interested in 'My most embarrassing moment.' There were hundreds of little subheadings. She wasn't even looking at him, she was reading.
"What are you doing down here?" he asked in a 'I can be here but you can't' voice
"I could ask you that same question." She said, not even looking up from her zine.
"I asked first." He stated.
"Big deal? I'll answer if you answer." She shut the zine and set it aside, waiting for his reply.
"I couldn't sleep." He said, "your turn."
"I had a nightmare, why couldn't you sleep?" she asked.
"Um. I had a couple of, odd dreams and couldn't get back to sleep. What did you dream about?"
"I um. Honestly I don't remember. What did you dream about?"
"Nice cat. Same one from the train?"
"Yes and your avoiding the question."
" I know. So um. How's life?"
"You can't ask a question until you answer my question."
"Who says?" "Me. So what did you dream about? Were they naughty dreams?" her eyes sparkled with mischief when he nodded. "Um. . . was it killing Potter naughty, or things you shouldn't be thinking about naughty?"
"Um. . . explain things I shouldn't be thinking about naughty."
"Well how about sex that you shouldn't be having at sixteen naughty."
"your one to talk, I know you can't possibly still be virgin."
"I never said I was."
"But you're fifteen."
"So?"
"Well I'm older, so why is it things I shouldn't be thinking about naughty?"
She smiled her 'your such an ass you have no idea what your getting yourself into' smile "oh, it has nothing to do with your age, it has to do with your having a girlfriend." She tried to control the giggles that came out, "because I'm more than sure if you were dreaming about Pansy that could be considered a nightmare."
He smiled, a true once in a life time smile. "oh so you got jokes huh?"
"With a brother like Brite and one Like Bradian, I got tons."
"Hm. . .. Who's Brite?" he asked.
"Bradian's twin brother. They are the funniest thing when you get them together!" she said with a sad smile.
"Where is Brite?" he asked kind of confused, I they were twins, shouldn't the other one be in school too?
"Oh, he's in Salem with my aunt." He smiled, finally understanding.
"So," she said, "you gonna tell me who you were having naughty dreams about?"
He sat there for a second debating on what to tell her, he could always tell her the truth, she was obviously flirting with him. He stood up, her eyes never left him. He slowly walked around the table. He pulled her into a standing position and sat in her chair, pulling her into his lap, he put a light butterfly kiss on her lips. Her eyes fluttered shut as he put another one, he pulled back looking at the small girl that now sat in his lap. He pulled her closer, liking the way she fit.
He leaned down and kissed her again, this time willing her to open her mouth, she did and his tongue slid into her mouth, playing and dancing with her tongue. He felt her shift and drew away she turned around, a leg on each side of him, she was straddling him. Her arms snaked around his neck, she leaned in and started the kiss, this time more demanding. He happily obliged.
She could feel his hand kneading the small of her back. Then his hand was under her shirt. She let out a small moan. He broke the kiss off, trailing little hot butterfly kisses (A/N: look it's me it's me! Srry I will let u get back to the story now) down her neck, nibbling on her collar bone. She let out a small yelp when he bit down a little too hard, but didn't make him stop. His lips found her face, planting the small kisses on the tip of her nose, her forehead, her eyelids, and finally her mouth again. He could feel his member rising to the occasion, was glade that they were alone in the little room off of the kitchen. He pulled back a moment looking at her small, pixie like face. She took his hand and put a small, feathery kiss in the middle of his palm. That was all the encouragement he needed.
He quietly pulled her shirt over head, letting it hit the floor. Feeling his skin against hers sent shivers up her spine. She felt him move. He stood, holding her in his arms, never breaking their kiss, she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist. He slid down onto the floor, careful not to hurt the small girl under him. He trailed more light kisses down her neck and over her chest, continuing down to her belly button sliding the soft material of her bottoms down as he went. He sat up looking down at the her, she was shivering, weather from cold or from excitement he couldn't tell. He than covered her body with his, they melted together as one, finding there own rhythm.
After they lay side by side, she had put her pjs back on, and he had simply watched the girl shamelessly get dressed in front of him. Every other girl, well almost every other girl, he had ever slept with had wanted to redress without him watching her. He felt her turn over next to him, laying a hand on his chest. He tilted his head to look at her. She smiled.
"Well? Was that naughty enough, or was I naughtier in your dream?" she asked.
He felt his lips twitch into a smile. "Who ever said it was you in my dream?" he asked. She simply rolled her eyes and placed a kissed on his cheek before getting up and gathering her cat, wand and zine. She left the kitchen with out a backwards glance.
As Stormie walked back to Gryffindor tower she couldn't help but think that the rumors had some truth behind them, the boy was loaded.
HEHEHEHE it is now 3:30 a.m. and I have to get up and go to school at 5:00, and this is not a complete smut story, well at least I don't think it is, I kinda have a little bit of a plot worked out. Why don't you all review and tell me what you thought. And you can't blame me for anything that happened in this chapter, it was all Draco and Stormie's raging hormones, can you believe my brother used that one on my mom the other night when his girlfriend's dad caught him and her getting their groove on? Ne way review
~*Kisses*~
Stormie sat straight up in bed. She was breathing hard; she listened for a sound, but didn't get anything except the other five girls snoring. She sighed. What had woken her? A dream, no a nightmare, but now she couldn't remember anything about the nightmare. She glanced at her clock, you should be asleep, 2:03. She had finally gotten rid of that stupid muggle clock when Brite had sent her this one. She groped in the dark, looking for Rain. She found her near the bottom of the bed. She slipped her green fuzzy slippers on and grabbed her muggle zine that her mother had sent her; she held her wand in between her teeth as she quietly made her way out of Gryffindor Tower. Once she was outside of the portrait she set Rain down and took her wand out of her mouth. She tucked it into the waist band of her P.J. pants. She quietly made her way down to the kitchens; Ginny had once told her how to get down there.
She tickled the fruit and opened the door, intently searching for one specific elf, which she found by a large stove.
She walked towards the elf, Rain right beside her. "Dobby!" the Elf looked up, a wide grin breaking out.
"Misses Storms whats you out a bed this times of night for?" asked Dobby curiously.
Stormie sighed, she wished she knew. "I had a bad dream, can I sit down here for a while?" she asked.
Dobby nodded his large head, ears flipping wildly, "Yes, would misses like anything? Hot Chocolate maybe?" Stormie let out a smile, and nodded. She then made her way to a table right in front of the fire. Rain jumped up on the table beside her; suddenly a big cup of hot chocolate and a little saucer of milk appeared on the table, Stormie smiled again as Rain began to purr, lapping up the milk. She sighed and pulled out the zine, she wasn't even tired; this was going to be a long night.
~*~*~*~*
Draco lay in bed, the third night in a row that he was having trouble sleeping. Every time he fell asleep he would start to dream about Stormie, the night of the dance (A/N: this is set a couple of weeks later) the dream would start to get good, and than he would wake up. He sighed; he could hear Goyle snoring a few feet away from him. He tried to go back to sleep, but he couldn't, so he got up. Clad in only a pair of black silk pajama pants he made his way to the kitchen. He wanted coffee.
He opened the door and immediately asked one of the hundreds of elves for a cup of coffee. He than made his way to his table in the corner by the fire, but someone was already at his table, and that someone had a little tiger named Rain and had been keeping him up at night, he thought about turning and going back to bed, but she turned and smiled at him.
Draco slowly made his way to the table where Stormie sat. He eyed what she had on. A white tank-top with the face of a green monkey, the top was a little bit too small for her chest which caused cleavage to overflow the top of the snug shirt. Her pants were a light green with darker green monkeys with wings; her slippers matched the dark green monkeys.
~*~*~*~* Stormie looked up and saw Draco, no shoes, no shirt, hair tousled. She couldn't stop herself from thinking about how sexy he looked. 'Who am I kidding? He always looks sexy.' She smiled and beckoned him to join her. He had broad shoulders, nice muscular arms, and a very well chiseled chest. She had never seen a guy that had such a nice body, and statues didn't count. She wondered weather or not he was well proportioned in other, more private areas. Sure she had heard the rumors that the boy was hung like a horse, but they were just rumors, weren't they?
Draco sat down across from her. Eyeing the sleeping Rain. Stormie had returned to reading a muggle magazine. He looked at the article she was so interested in 'My most embarrassing moment.' There were hundreds of little subheadings. She wasn't even looking at him, she was reading.
"What are you doing down here?" he asked in a 'I can be here but you can't' voice
"I could ask you that same question." She said, not even looking up from her zine.
"I asked first." He stated.
"Big deal? I'll answer if you answer." She shut the zine and set it aside, waiting for his reply.
"I couldn't sleep." He said, "your turn."
"I had a nightmare, why couldn't you sleep?" she asked.
"Um. I had a couple of, odd dreams and couldn't get back to sleep. What did you dream about?"
"I um. Honestly I don't remember. What did you dream about?"
"Nice cat. Same one from the train?"
"Yes and your avoiding the question."
" I know. So um. How's life?"
"You can't ask a question until you answer my question."
"Who says?" "Me. So what did you dream about? Were they naughty dreams?" her eyes sparkled with mischief when he nodded. "Um. . . was it killing Potter naughty, or things you shouldn't be thinking about naughty?"
"Um. . . explain things I shouldn't be thinking about naughty."
"Well how about sex that you shouldn't be having at sixteen naughty."
"your one to talk, I know you can't possibly still be virgin."
"I never said I was."
"But you're fifteen."
"So?"
"Well I'm older, so why is it things I shouldn't be thinking about naughty?"
She smiled her 'your such an ass you have no idea what your getting yourself into' smile "oh, it has nothing to do with your age, it has to do with your having a girlfriend." She tried to control the giggles that came out, "because I'm more than sure if you were dreaming about Pansy that could be considered a nightmare."
He smiled, a true once in a life time smile. "oh so you got jokes huh?"
"With a brother like Brite and one Like Bradian, I got tons."
"Hm. . .. Who's Brite?" he asked.
"Bradian's twin brother. They are the funniest thing when you get them together!" she said with a sad smile.
"Where is Brite?" he asked kind of confused, I they were twins, shouldn't the other one be in school too?
"Oh, he's in Salem with my aunt." He smiled, finally understanding.
"So," she said, "you gonna tell me who you were having naughty dreams about?"
He sat there for a second debating on what to tell her, he could always tell her the truth, she was obviously flirting with him. He stood up, her eyes never left him. He slowly walked around the table. He pulled her into a standing position and sat in her chair, pulling her into his lap, he put a light butterfly kiss on her lips. Her eyes fluttered shut as he put another one, he pulled back looking at the small girl that now sat in his lap. He pulled her closer, liking the way she fit.
He leaned down and kissed her again, this time willing her to open her mouth, she did and his tongue slid into her mouth, playing and dancing with her tongue. He felt her shift and drew away she turned around, a leg on each side of him, she was straddling him. Her arms snaked around his neck, she leaned in and started the kiss, this time more demanding. He happily obliged.
She could feel his hand kneading the small of her back. Then his hand was under her shirt. She let out a small moan. He broke the kiss off, trailing little hot butterfly kisses (A/N: look it's me it's me! Srry I will let u get back to the story now) down her neck, nibbling on her collar bone. She let out a small yelp when he bit down a little too hard, but didn't make him stop. His lips found her face, planting the small kisses on the tip of her nose, her forehead, her eyelids, and finally her mouth again. He could feel his member rising to the occasion, was glade that they were alone in the little room off of the kitchen. He pulled back a moment looking at her small, pixie like face. She took his hand and put a small, feathery kiss in the middle of his palm. That was all the encouragement he needed.
He quietly pulled her shirt over head, letting it hit the floor. Feeling his skin against hers sent shivers up her spine. She felt him move. He stood, holding her in his arms, never breaking their kiss, she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist. He slid down onto the floor, careful not to hurt the small girl under him. He trailed more light kisses down her neck and over her chest, continuing down to her belly button sliding the soft material of her bottoms down as he went. He sat up looking down at the her, she was shivering, weather from cold or from excitement he couldn't tell. He than covered her body with his, they melted together as one, finding there own rhythm.
After they lay side by side, she had put her pjs back on, and he had simply watched the girl shamelessly get dressed in front of him. Every other girl, well almost every other girl, he had ever slept with had wanted to redress without him watching her. He felt her turn over next to him, laying a hand on his chest. He tilted his head to look at her. She smiled.
"Well? Was that naughty enough, or was I naughtier in your dream?" she asked.
He felt his lips twitch into a smile. "Who ever said it was you in my dream?" he asked. She simply rolled her eyes and placed a kissed on his cheek before getting up and gathering her cat, wand and zine. She left the kitchen with out a backwards glance.
As Stormie walked back to Gryffindor tower she couldn't help but think that the rumors had some truth behind them, the boy was loaded.
HEHEHEHE it is now 3:30 a.m. and I have to get up and go to school at 5:00, and this is not a complete smut story, well at least I don't think it is, I kinda have a little bit of a plot worked out. Why don't you all review and tell me what you thought. And you can't blame me for anything that happened in this chapter, it was all Draco and Stormie's raging hormones, can you believe my brother used that one on my mom the other night when his girlfriend's dad caught him and her getting their groove on? Ne way review
~*Kisses*~