Chapter 8: My Mysterious Lover Boy
AN: ELIEL IS BACK!!!!!! YAY!!!!
Eliel: Well, it's good to be back! I went to New York, New Jersy, and Connecticut over break, and I didn't get to write my precious fanfiction! Oh, while I was there, my mum knit me a Gryffindor scarf! It's perfect! So cute.
Story time, eliel!!!
Eliel: sorry. :)
Chapter 8 (again):
Hermione walked through the corridors towards the large heavy entrance doors with a book in hand. She walked silently along, musing to herself how peaceful it was. Although, if she wasn't mistaken, she thought she could here a faint singing voice, singing the strange muggle song "Amore". When the moon hits your eyes.... Strange, she thought to herself,I must be imagining things.
Pushing open the heavy door, she quietly sauntered down to the edge of the lake. The moon shone brightly in the lake and gave off a brilliant reflection.
Suddenly she walked straight into a warm, buff something-or-other. She started to fall backwards in surprise, but strong somethings, (they felt like hands), gripped her waist.
She slowly lifted her head in a dazed stupor to meet the amusement-filled, stony grey eyes. "Can't stand to not grope my firm chest? Can't seem to keep your hands off me."
"I-I....." Hermione jumped seeming to realize what-or who-she had bumped into.
"I know, I know, I am ^the^ one and only Sex God." Draco smugly stated.
"What!?! YOU AIN'T NOTHING BUT A HOUND DOG CRYIN' ALL THE TIME!" (AN: J/K. Let us redo that one.)
"What!?! You ain't nothing but a good-for-nothing womanizer." Hermione snarled in a fit of rage, (We both asked her to calm down, but she refused.)
"Did I just hear Ms. Perfect Prefect Granger say 'ain't'?" Draco pointed out, then he continued to run a pale hand through his loosely styled hair. Hermione almost fainted while thinking how much she wanted to run her hands through his Downy-goodness-soft/silky locks.
She paused from her crazy thoughtful reverie to look at her hands strangely.
Draco's pale cheek took on the slightest pink tinge as he looked down (a good foot) at Hermione. "I......erm...... Were you going to read in this cold night air?"
"Actually, yes." Hermione pronounced her first sentence, (although it is a fragment bear with us!).
"You look a bit chilly.......erm......would you like my cloak?" Draco offered graciously, not waiting for a reply before draping it around her goosebump-laden arms.
"Thank you," Hermione whispered softly looking up at him from under her thick lashes.
"Erm.....It was nothing."
"'S alright." Hermione replied, face getting flushed. They were sooo close, yet sooo far. (another cliche, urghlack, sorry Eliel!)
"Erm......erm......I was, erm, wondering, erm, woudjugotodadancewidme??" Draco muttered in a rush.
"Erm......yeah, sure.......well I gotta go." Hermione squealed trying desperately to hide her blissful ecstacy.
"I'll be going now.......see ya tommara." Hermione bounced off with a click of her heels in mid-air.(think Lucky Charms Leprechaun Dude. "They're Always Trying to Catch Me Lucky Charms!")
~*~*~*~
As Hermione entered the dorms, having left Draco in stunned silence, she danced into the Common Room.
She jigged her way into the dorms. On her way over, she failed to realise how much noise she was making, and she also failed to realise Draco gaping at her in disbelief.
Hermione yet again failed to hear him mumbling, "Bloody nutters!"
Hermione clapped her hands and spun around gleefully, as she sang out the password to her room, "Lover Lips!! I got me some Lover LIPS!! Hehehehehe!!"
Draco's mouth dropped as he silently slid into his own dorm.
"And just where have you been!?" Ginny giggled as she quirked her eyebrows, not realising she had just done a spot on impression of her dear mum.
Hermione brilliantly transitioned from a Scottish Jig into an Irish Jig.
Ginny, the ever-perceptive one of the Weasley clan, gasped as she saw the emerald green cloak with silver cording. She also squealed when she saw the Slytherin crest with the initials DM beside it.
"Interesting cloak you got there." Ginny said pointing at it.
"You should talk." Hermione answered, pointing at Ginny's cloak with the HP initials over the Hogwarts crest.
"Oh." Ginny replied, blushing.
"So I see we've got dates to the ball." Hermione whispered as she got into her jimjams. (Pajamas fer ye Americans.)
"Yessiree." Ginny replied as she jumped up and down before crawling into bed. Hermione smiled to herself whilst climbing into her own red bed.
Both girls' dreams were centered around their own respective dates.
EOC
AN:
DragonsGal & Eliel Radragon hereby swear across our Slytherin and Gryffindor hearts, that the following male specimens (pun intended) are double cool with knobs and/or gorgey!!! (As Eliel so eloquently put it, "These blokes are really dishy!")
1. Orlando Bloom (#1!!! The elf from LotR)
2. Sean Biggerstaff (The fabbity-fab Oliver Woods w/ the cute voice!!!)
3. Heath Ledger
4. Hayden Christiansen
5. Christian Coulson (Acts as the amazing guy named Tom Riddle)
6. Tom Felton (DragonsGal believes he *is* numero uno!)
7. Daniel Radcliffe (Eliel Radragons pick.)
8. Possibly Oliver Phelps.......hahahaha!
OK, since that was a super short we've bored you out of your minds with our mindless girltalk. Sooo.......on with your boring lives as we do our boring homework. (Mutters relentlessly about math and Engish".....On our first day back from the winter holidays!"
AN: ELIEL IS BACK!!!!!! YAY!!!!
Eliel: Well, it's good to be back! I went to New York, New Jersy, and Connecticut over break, and I didn't get to write my precious fanfiction! Oh, while I was there, my mum knit me a Gryffindor scarf! It's perfect! So cute.
Story time, eliel!!!
Eliel: sorry. :)
Chapter 8 (again):
Hermione walked through the corridors towards the large heavy entrance doors with a book in hand. She walked silently along, musing to herself how peaceful it was. Although, if she wasn't mistaken, she thought she could here a faint singing voice, singing the strange muggle song "Amore". When the moon hits your eyes.... Strange, she thought to herself,I must be imagining things.
Pushing open the heavy door, she quietly sauntered down to the edge of the lake. The moon shone brightly in the lake and gave off a brilliant reflection.
Suddenly she walked straight into a warm, buff something-or-other. She started to fall backwards in surprise, but strong somethings, (they felt like hands), gripped her waist.
She slowly lifted her head in a dazed stupor to meet the amusement-filled, stony grey eyes. "Can't stand to not grope my firm chest? Can't seem to keep your hands off me."
"I-I....." Hermione jumped seeming to realize what-or who-she had bumped into.
"I know, I know, I am ^the^ one and only Sex God." Draco smugly stated.
"What!?! YOU AIN'T NOTHING BUT A HOUND DOG CRYIN' ALL THE TIME!" (AN: J/K. Let us redo that one.)
"What!?! You ain't nothing but a good-for-nothing womanizer." Hermione snarled in a fit of rage, (We both asked her to calm down, but she refused.)
"Did I just hear Ms. Perfect Prefect Granger say 'ain't'?" Draco pointed out, then he continued to run a pale hand through his loosely styled hair. Hermione almost fainted while thinking how much she wanted to run her hands through his Downy-goodness-soft/silky locks.
She paused from her crazy thoughtful reverie to look at her hands strangely.
Draco's pale cheek took on the slightest pink tinge as he looked down (a good foot) at Hermione. "I......erm...... Were you going to read in this cold night air?"
"Actually, yes." Hermione pronounced her first sentence, (although it is a fragment bear with us!).
"You look a bit chilly.......erm......would you like my cloak?" Draco offered graciously, not waiting for a reply before draping it around her goosebump-laden arms.
"Thank you," Hermione whispered softly looking up at him from under her thick lashes.
"Erm.....It was nothing."
"'S alright." Hermione replied, face getting flushed. They were sooo close, yet sooo far. (another cliche, urghlack, sorry Eliel!)
"Erm......erm......I was, erm, wondering, erm, woudjugotodadancewidme??" Draco muttered in a rush.
"Erm......yeah, sure.......well I gotta go." Hermione squealed trying desperately to hide her blissful ecstacy.
"I'll be going now.......see ya tommara." Hermione bounced off with a click of her heels in mid-air.(think Lucky Charms Leprechaun Dude. "They're Always Trying to Catch Me Lucky Charms!")
~*~*~*~
As Hermione entered the dorms, having left Draco in stunned silence, she danced into the Common Room.
She jigged her way into the dorms. On her way over, she failed to realise how much noise she was making, and she also failed to realise Draco gaping at her in disbelief.
Hermione yet again failed to hear him mumbling, "Bloody nutters!"
Hermione clapped her hands and spun around gleefully, as she sang out the password to her room, "Lover Lips!! I got me some Lover LIPS!! Hehehehehe!!"
Draco's mouth dropped as he silently slid into his own dorm.
"And just where have you been!?" Ginny giggled as she quirked her eyebrows, not realising she had just done a spot on impression of her dear mum.
Hermione brilliantly transitioned from a Scottish Jig into an Irish Jig.
Ginny, the ever-perceptive one of the Weasley clan, gasped as she saw the emerald green cloak with silver cording. She also squealed when she saw the Slytherin crest with the initials DM beside it.
"Interesting cloak you got there." Ginny said pointing at it.
"You should talk." Hermione answered, pointing at Ginny's cloak with the HP initials over the Hogwarts crest.
"Oh." Ginny replied, blushing.
"So I see we've got dates to the ball." Hermione whispered as she got into her jimjams. (Pajamas fer ye Americans.)
"Yessiree." Ginny replied as she jumped up and down before crawling into bed. Hermione smiled to herself whilst climbing into her own red bed.
Both girls' dreams were centered around their own respective dates.
EOC
AN:
DragonsGal & Eliel Radragon hereby swear across our Slytherin and Gryffindor hearts, that the following male specimens (pun intended) are double cool with knobs and/or gorgey!!! (As Eliel so eloquently put it, "These blokes are really dishy!")
1. Orlando Bloom (#1!!! The elf from LotR)
2. Sean Biggerstaff (The fabbity-fab Oliver Woods w/ the cute voice!!!)
3. Heath Ledger
4. Hayden Christiansen
5. Christian Coulson (Acts as the amazing guy named Tom Riddle)
6. Tom Felton (DragonsGal believes he *is* numero uno!)
7. Daniel Radcliffe (Eliel Radragons pick.)
8. Possibly Oliver Phelps.......hahahaha!
OK, since that was a super short we've bored you out of your minds with our mindless girltalk. Sooo.......on with your boring lives as we do our boring homework. (Mutters relentlessly about math and Engish".....On our first day back from the winter holidays!"