Chapter 4~What just happened?
Draco woke hours later to find himself lying on the chaise, and Hermione, who had dressed awhile ago, sitting behind her desk, reading. She was engrossed in the book, the spine of which lay flat against the blotter on her desk. Her hair had fallen in front of her face and she continued to hold it up with one hand, resting that elbow, to the right of the book, on the desk. Draco cleared his throat loudly.
"Mr. Malfoy," said she, "how wonderful that you are awake. Perhaps you would care for some lunch, seeing as you slept through it?"
"What did you do to me, Miss Marinetta, to make me fall asleep? A spell, perhaps?"
"Nay, children's tales, for Muggles at least, have been putting children to sleep for eons. It is as close to magic as they can get."
"Well, apparently it works on wizards as well."
"yes, and, judging from how quickly you fell asleep, I'm guessing that you haven't had much sleep lately. Have you?"
"No, I haven't," he admitted ruefully. "But you don't know what I've been going through lately."
"Probably the same sort of thing I've been getting from my bosses. Pressure, pressure, and -oh yeah- more pressure."
"Look, Hermione, I know you're an Auror, and you probably believe I'm a Death Eater. But there is something you don't know."
"Would that be that you are the infamous Saber? I checked your mark. If you ask me, Voldemort shouldn't have put anything extra on you. I never would have known except for the large blade and the 'S'."
"How dare you invade my personal space!" Draco cried. He got up and stalked (AN:there seems to be a lot of this in my fic. Perhaps it's a theme.) to where she sat, calmly waiting. "Would you like it if I invaded your personal space?" He leaned across the desk and left his face a few inches from hers.
"I don't like it. But that doesn't mean that I can't leave." She disapparated from the chair, leaving Draco fuming. He muttered a curse, and apparated to her side.
Hermione was in her chamber, sitting at her vanity when Draco appeared at her side.
"What do you think you're doing?" she got up from the chair and crossed the room, moving as far away from Malfoy as possible. Draco followed her, and called "Expellaramus!" (sp?) when she reached for her wand. He stuck it, along with his own, inside of his robes.
Draco strode across the room and grasped Hermione's upper arms, forcing her to look at him.
"What do you think you're do-" Her tirade was ended when Draco covered her mouth with his own. The was a bruising, hard kiss, but Hermione felt her knees grow weak all the same. Her senses were becoming fogged and her mind reeled from the fact that a Malfoy was giving her a kiss, and that she was enjoying it!
Draco pulled back, took his hands off her arms and disapparated before she had time to react. Why Hermione felt a sense of fulfillment when he was kissing her and loss when he left she did not know.
Draco woke hours later to find himself lying on the chaise, and Hermione, who had dressed awhile ago, sitting behind her desk, reading. She was engrossed in the book, the spine of which lay flat against the blotter on her desk. Her hair had fallen in front of her face and she continued to hold it up with one hand, resting that elbow, to the right of the book, on the desk. Draco cleared his throat loudly.
"Mr. Malfoy," said she, "how wonderful that you are awake. Perhaps you would care for some lunch, seeing as you slept through it?"
"What did you do to me, Miss Marinetta, to make me fall asleep? A spell, perhaps?"
"Nay, children's tales, for Muggles at least, have been putting children to sleep for eons. It is as close to magic as they can get."
"Well, apparently it works on wizards as well."
"yes, and, judging from how quickly you fell asleep, I'm guessing that you haven't had much sleep lately. Have you?"
"No, I haven't," he admitted ruefully. "But you don't know what I've been going through lately."
"Probably the same sort of thing I've been getting from my bosses. Pressure, pressure, and -oh yeah- more pressure."
"Look, Hermione, I know you're an Auror, and you probably believe I'm a Death Eater. But there is something you don't know."
"Would that be that you are the infamous Saber? I checked your mark. If you ask me, Voldemort shouldn't have put anything extra on you. I never would have known except for the large blade and the 'S'."
"How dare you invade my personal space!" Draco cried. He got up and stalked (AN:there seems to be a lot of this in my fic. Perhaps it's a theme.) to where she sat, calmly waiting. "Would you like it if I invaded your personal space?" He leaned across the desk and left his face a few inches from hers.
"I don't like it. But that doesn't mean that I can't leave." She disapparated from the chair, leaving Draco fuming. He muttered a curse, and apparated to her side.
Hermione was in her chamber, sitting at her vanity when Draco appeared at her side.
"What do you think you're doing?" she got up from the chair and crossed the room, moving as far away from Malfoy as possible. Draco followed her, and called "Expellaramus!" (sp?) when she reached for her wand. He stuck it, along with his own, inside of his robes.
Draco strode across the room and grasped Hermione's upper arms, forcing her to look at him.
"What do you think you're do-" Her tirade was ended when Draco covered her mouth with his own. The was a bruising, hard kiss, but Hermione felt her knees grow weak all the same. Her senses were becoming fogged and her mind reeled from the fact that a Malfoy was giving her a kiss, and that she was enjoying it!
Draco pulled back, took his hands off her arms and disapparated before she had time to react. Why Hermione felt a sense of fulfillment when he was kissing her and loss when he left she did not know.
