A/N- Hey, sorry it's been so long. Me and The Unidentified Malfoy, and
Draco's Dominatrix were updating our clubs and stuff. Long process. i hate
it. We are going to start a scheduale thing. Both me and them are going to
update a chapter or so on the same days since we are going to help each
other write chapters. If you like my stories, try some of theirs! Here we
go....
Chapter ??
"Draco, I'm scared."
"I know."
"Well, aren't you?"
"No."
Draco was most definatly not scared. He was a Malfoy, remember. Okay, so he was a little scared. OF HER! I mean, he hadn't heard anything, why should he be scared? Okay, so it was a little dark, and a little late, but that didn't make him scared. Very scared, at least.
Then, he heard it. There was a scratching sound and something that sounded screechy and scrapey. And it was coming from up the stairs.
Hermione grasped Draco's arm in fright, but he didn't seem to notice. Either that, or he didn't care. Hermione pressed her face in the sleeve of his upper arm. She could smell a scent that she had smelled before, but she couldn't place. It was a sweet cologne and soap. It drafted over her and she almost forgot about those sounds she had heard.
"Granger?"
Hermione didn't hear.
"Granger. Granger. Hermione?"
Hermione looked up. His steeley-grey eyes shone into hers.
"Are you alright?" he asked, a slight tone of sympathy in his voice as he looked at her.
Her skin glowed with a sort of sunlight, trapped in her face from that morning. Her hair flowed over her shoulders and down her back lightly like feathers. The light from the window above them hit her eyes and made them sparkle like he had never seen them before. Her rosy lips formed the words 'I'm fine' but he could only watch them move.
A loud scrape could be heard from the next level of the house and she jumped and grasped his arm harder, snapping him from his trance.
"Are you sure you're alright?" he asked.
"Yeah. Just a little scared is all."
"Yeah, well, don't worry. There probably isn't anything there anyways."
For some reason, he couldn't see himself being mean to her. All she had done this whole summer was try and be nice to him and he had shunned her away for no good reason, besides his father saying so.
Why had he even listened to him in the first place? For some reason, he had seen her in a different light just then. (a/n- and no, not just becaus ethey were only lit by the moon) She wasn't a conceeded, study buddy, brat that hated anyone who didn't spend their days in the library. She looked beautiful and she was caring and nurturing and kind.
Unlike the way he felt.
The top step creaked as they stepped onto it.
"Draco?" she asked, her nails digging into his arm as the sound got louder.
"Granger, do you mind? I need that arm for later."
"Sorry." she said, loosening her grip, "Do you know where it's doming from."
"No."
"Do you have any idea who-"
"Or what-"
"-Or what, it could be?"
"No, Granger."
They rounded another dark corner where the scraping sound got even louder. Then there was a thud. Draco pushed open a door slowly. It was lucky that the door was silent or they may have been heard. It was a storage room and was full of boxes, spare furnature, and tables. Draco pulled Hermione behind a large stack of boxes as the window was being opened by a dark, black sweatered and gloved hand.
A circle had been busted out of the window, where the person was fumbling with the lock near the top. Hermione let out a silent sob of terror and burried her into Draco's shirt.
The material was soft against her cheek. She could hear his heart beat racing in fear and suprise. She wrapped an arm around his slender waist and pulled the other up to the top of his shirt. She gripped and clenched her hands, afraid to look up and see what was happening.
Draco peered over the top box once more. Who -or what- ever it was still hadn't grasped the lock yet.
"Stay here, really quick, while I go see what it is."
"Draco-" she gasped, pulling her arms back to her sides.
Draco leaned down so he was fast to face with her.
"Don't worry. It can't be anything too terrible."
Draco's lips were close to hers and she could smell his minty breath on her face. His lips were so close that Hermione wanted to reach out and grasp his face, pulling him in to kiss him. He crept up to his feet and walked over to the window. He peered out at who -or what- ever it was before-
EOC
A/N- Oooooooooo cliffhanger. Maybe I'll get more reviews this way. As you can tell, romance soon. Hey, it is under romance. I think this story might be over soon. Don't worry, I'll update soon. But, it's only a matter of time.
CLICK HERE ! ! ! ! ! V
Chapter ??
"Draco, I'm scared."
"I know."
"Well, aren't you?"
"No."
Draco was most definatly not scared. He was a Malfoy, remember. Okay, so he was a little scared. OF HER! I mean, he hadn't heard anything, why should he be scared? Okay, so it was a little dark, and a little late, but that didn't make him scared. Very scared, at least.
Then, he heard it. There was a scratching sound and something that sounded screechy and scrapey. And it was coming from up the stairs.
Hermione grasped Draco's arm in fright, but he didn't seem to notice. Either that, or he didn't care. Hermione pressed her face in the sleeve of his upper arm. She could smell a scent that she had smelled before, but she couldn't place. It was a sweet cologne and soap. It drafted over her and she almost forgot about those sounds she had heard.
"Granger?"
Hermione didn't hear.
"Granger. Granger. Hermione?"
Hermione looked up. His steeley-grey eyes shone into hers.
"Are you alright?" he asked, a slight tone of sympathy in his voice as he looked at her.
Her skin glowed with a sort of sunlight, trapped in her face from that morning. Her hair flowed over her shoulders and down her back lightly like feathers. The light from the window above them hit her eyes and made them sparkle like he had never seen them before. Her rosy lips formed the words 'I'm fine' but he could only watch them move.
A loud scrape could be heard from the next level of the house and she jumped and grasped his arm harder, snapping him from his trance.
"Are you sure you're alright?" he asked.
"Yeah. Just a little scared is all."
"Yeah, well, don't worry. There probably isn't anything there anyways."
For some reason, he couldn't see himself being mean to her. All she had done this whole summer was try and be nice to him and he had shunned her away for no good reason, besides his father saying so.
Why had he even listened to him in the first place? For some reason, he had seen her in a different light just then. (a/n- and no, not just becaus ethey were only lit by the moon) She wasn't a conceeded, study buddy, brat that hated anyone who didn't spend their days in the library. She looked beautiful and she was caring and nurturing and kind.
Unlike the way he felt.
The top step creaked as they stepped onto it.
"Draco?" she asked, her nails digging into his arm as the sound got louder.
"Granger, do you mind? I need that arm for later."
"Sorry." she said, loosening her grip, "Do you know where it's doming from."
"No."
"Do you have any idea who-"
"Or what-"
"-Or what, it could be?"
"No, Granger."
They rounded another dark corner where the scraping sound got even louder. Then there was a thud. Draco pushed open a door slowly. It was lucky that the door was silent or they may have been heard. It was a storage room and was full of boxes, spare furnature, and tables. Draco pulled Hermione behind a large stack of boxes as the window was being opened by a dark, black sweatered and gloved hand.
A circle had been busted out of the window, where the person was fumbling with the lock near the top. Hermione let out a silent sob of terror and burried her into Draco's shirt.
The material was soft against her cheek. She could hear his heart beat racing in fear and suprise. She wrapped an arm around his slender waist and pulled the other up to the top of his shirt. She gripped and clenched her hands, afraid to look up and see what was happening.
Draco peered over the top box once more. Who -or what- ever it was still hadn't grasped the lock yet.
"Stay here, really quick, while I go see what it is."
"Draco-" she gasped, pulling her arms back to her sides.
Draco leaned down so he was fast to face with her.
"Don't worry. It can't be anything too terrible."
Draco's lips were close to hers and she could smell his minty breath on her face. His lips were so close that Hermione wanted to reach out and grasp his face, pulling him in to kiss him. He crept up to his feet and walked over to the window. He peered out at who -or what- ever it was before-
EOC
A/N- Oooooooooo cliffhanger. Maybe I'll get more reviews this way. As you can tell, romance soon. Hey, it is under romance. I think this story might be over soon. Don't worry, I'll update soon. But, it's only a matter of time.
CLICK HERE ! ! ! ! ! V
