Disclaimer: Nope, no characters belong to me. Though I threaten to kill J.
K. and steal Harry Potter every chance I get!!
A/N: Wow! Thanks to everyone who reviewed Chapter 1! I really appreciate all the reviews I get! It makes me feel better! Actually it makes me feel proud that people read my story, but you get what I mean.
The now Prefect Hermione Granger's coffee-brown eyes fluttered open early Saturday morning. She ran her fingers through her curly mass of brown hair, as she continued to lie in her comfortable red-and-gold bed. As the sixth- year Gryffindor thought of her dreams of the night before, an almost embarrassed smile crossed her face, although no one was watching. It was of Draco Malfoy and had made her, almost shockingly, aroused. Hermione knew it was wrong, but considering she was of the age where she was beginning to head further then the average peck on the cheek, or a friendly hug, she realised it was also right. If she wasn't thinking about sex-
'Hang on!' she thought, tugging at the sleeve of her dark purple pajamas. 'This is the snot of a wizard, Draco Malfoy! He can't possibly turn me on!'
But the almost uncontrollable stirring between her legs decided to go against her. She squeezed her legs together, making a silent vow that she was not going to go and scream out the despicable Slytherin boy's name as she gave herself an orgasm. But she had to admit; Malfoy had become quite attractive this year. Or was it because she had started to look at him differently?
Hermione rolled onto her stomach, and dug her hips into the mattress. She was not going to masturbate because of him. Especially in broad daylight! The seventeen-year-old groaned into her velvet pillow, and let her hand drift downwards. Maybe just a little. She couldn't go around all day in a flushed state. As her fingers began to creep into her soft pink underwear, the curtains to her four-post bed were ripped open.
"Hermione!" a female voice cried.
Hermione cursed under her breath, and turned her head to see the carrier of the voice.
"Hello, Lavender," she muttered, annoyance filling her voice. Lavender Brown didn't seem to notice, however.
"Get up!" the girl demanded, as she pulled at Hermione's arm, which was, thankfully, away from her nether regions.
"Why?" she grumbled, finally sitting up, and looking up. Her stirrings had finally left her, and the prefect let out a silent sigh of relief.
"Because it's almost breakfast. You don't want to be the only one left hungry, do you?"
Hermione had to admit she was feeling slightly hungry. She nodded, and jumped out of her bed.
"Just give me a few minutes to get changed, alright?" she said, going through her trunk. Lavender nodded, and sprinted out of the dorm, leaving Hermione by herself. She pulled off her pajamas, and bent down to find her school robes and clean underwear in her trunk.
As she stood up once more, she caught a glimpse of her half-naked self in the mirror. Clasping her robes and underwear in one hand, she just stared at her reflection. Her free hand reached up to her chest and stroked her rather small breasts. Possibly the only virgin out of the Gryffindor sixth- year females, Hermione felt a small stab of jealousy. No, that was the wrong word. Longing? Was that it? Her fingers finally left her chest, and she pulled on her clothes.
'No need to feel sorry for yourself, girl. At least you're not a bloody slut,' she thought, buttoning up her robes. Taking one last glimpse of herself in the mirror, she slid on her shoes, and walked out of the room and downstairs to the Common Room.
***
As Hermione walked down the empty corridor to the Great Hall, she saw him. Him being Draco Malfoy- the Slytherin boy whom she had dreamt of. She managed to catch his all-too-sexy pale eyes, and she flinched as he stalked over, for once, by himself. Hermione straightened her back, as she refused to be caught blushing.
"What are you looking at, Mudblood?" he hissed.
She felt herself beginning to become weak at the knees, but her Gryffindor courage shone through.
"Anything but you, Malfoy," she muttered, continuing on her way. "Who would want to look at your ugly face, anyway?"
'Ugly? Did I just call him ugly? Christ, I want to reach forward and kiss him all over his gorgeous face!'
Hermione was answered by a snort.
"Not that you are much of a looker, Granger. I bet the only reason you got that Prefect was because the teachers felt sorry for you!" Draco teased, grabbing her by her hair. He pulled her back to him, and a smirk crossing her face. Tears had sprung into the corner of eyes, yet she refused to give in. Draco had now grabbed her by the collar of the robes, making it difficult to escape his grasp.
"I became prefect from lots of hard work, Malfoy. Not that you would know- you probably get your way from shagging everyone in your house!"
A strange expression crossed the boys' face. Was it shock? Horror? Hermione stared up at him, as his grip loosened on her hair. For once, Draco seemed to be lost for words. Instead, he took a step back, and flinched. Hermione watched him, and frowned, rubbing her now-aching head. She watched, as the Slytherin seemed to be taking her in. A button had fallen off her robes, and was lying on the stone floor.
"Malfoy?" Hermione said, breaking the silence.
No reply. Draco just took one last look, and walked off, leaving Hermione feeling quite shocked.
She watched him turn a corner, as she bent down and picked up her button. Had he felt sorry for his actions? He seemed speechless. As she stared down to see where the button came from, she caught sight of her naked chest. That's probably what he had seen, Hermione realised, her heart beginning to pound. With a mix of horror and arousal, she muttered a quick repairing spell to her robes, and dashed the remainder of the way to the Great Hall. She couldn't tell if this was a good or bad way to start the day. Either way, she knew she couldn't really look Draco Malfoy in the eye for a while.
TBC
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A/N: Second chapter done. I find second chapters quite hard to write- if the first one was a success, you have to write the second to peoples expectations. And I consider my first chapter a small success. Did you like it? I'm sorry if Chapter 1 was a bit sickening, but I couldn't think of any other way to start it. I decided to step outside the clean-cut stories. And this is under the 'R' rating, so what do you expect? And I'm trying hard to keep my characters in character.
Oh, and just to warn you this isn't going to be fluffy. I hate fluff. It's to easy to write, and since I'm like writing challenges, so if you're into fluff piss off and don't come back!
A/N: Wow! Thanks to everyone who reviewed Chapter 1! I really appreciate all the reviews I get! It makes me feel better! Actually it makes me feel proud that people read my story, but you get what I mean.
The now Prefect Hermione Granger's coffee-brown eyes fluttered open early Saturday morning. She ran her fingers through her curly mass of brown hair, as she continued to lie in her comfortable red-and-gold bed. As the sixth- year Gryffindor thought of her dreams of the night before, an almost embarrassed smile crossed her face, although no one was watching. It was of Draco Malfoy and had made her, almost shockingly, aroused. Hermione knew it was wrong, but considering she was of the age where she was beginning to head further then the average peck on the cheek, or a friendly hug, she realised it was also right. If she wasn't thinking about sex-
'Hang on!' she thought, tugging at the sleeve of her dark purple pajamas. 'This is the snot of a wizard, Draco Malfoy! He can't possibly turn me on!'
But the almost uncontrollable stirring between her legs decided to go against her. She squeezed her legs together, making a silent vow that she was not going to go and scream out the despicable Slytherin boy's name as she gave herself an orgasm. But she had to admit; Malfoy had become quite attractive this year. Or was it because she had started to look at him differently?
Hermione rolled onto her stomach, and dug her hips into the mattress. She was not going to masturbate because of him. Especially in broad daylight! The seventeen-year-old groaned into her velvet pillow, and let her hand drift downwards. Maybe just a little. She couldn't go around all day in a flushed state. As her fingers began to creep into her soft pink underwear, the curtains to her four-post bed were ripped open.
"Hermione!" a female voice cried.
Hermione cursed under her breath, and turned her head to see the carrier of the voice.
"Hello, Lavender," she muttered, annoyance filling her voice. Lavender Brown didn't seem to notice, however.
"Get up!" the girl demanded, as she pulled at Hermione's arm, which was, thankfully, away from her nether regions.
"Why?" she grumbled, finally sitting up, and looking up. Her stirrings had finally left her, and the prefect let out a silent sigh of relief.
"Because it's almost breakfast. You don't want to be the only one left hungry, do you?"
Hermione had to admit she was feeling slightly hungry. She nodded, and jumped out of her bed.
"Just give me a few minutes to get changed, alright?" she said, going through her trunk. Lavender nodded, and sprinted out of the dorm, leaving Hermione by herself. She pulled off her pajamas, and bent down to find her school robes and clean underwear in her trunk.
As she stood up once more, she caught a glimpse of her half-naked self in the mirror. Clasping her robes and underwear in one hand, she just stared at her reflection. Her free hand reached up to her chest and stroked her rather small breasts. Possibly the only virgin out of the Gryffindor sixth- year females, Hermione felt a small stab of jealousy. No, that was the wrong word. Longing? Was that it? Her fingers finally left her chest, and she pulled on her clothes.
'No need to feel sorry for yourself, girl. At least you're not a bloody slut,' she thought, buttoning up her robes. Taking one last glimpse of herself in the mirror, she slid on her shoes, and walked out of the room and downstairs to the Common Room.
***
As Hermione walked down the empty corridor to the Great Hall, she saw him. Him being Draco Malfoy- the Slytherin boy whom she had dreamt of. She managed to catch his all-too-sexy pale eyes, and she flinched as he stalked over, for once, by himself. Hermione straightened her back, as she refused to be caught blushing.
"What are you looking at, Mudblood?" he hissed.
She felt herself beginning to become weak at the knees, but her Gryffindor courage shone through.
"Anything but you, Malfoy," she muttered, continuing on her way. "Who would want to look at your ugly face, anyway?"
'Ugly? Did I just call him ugly? Christ, I want to reach forward and kiss him all over his gorgeous face!'
Hermione was answered by a snort.
"Not that you are much of a looker, Granger. I bet the only reason you got that Prefect was because the teachers felt sorry for you!" Draco teased, grabbing her by her hair. He pulled her back to him, and a smirk crossing her face. Tears had sprung into the corner of eyes, yet she refused to give in. Draco had now grabbed her by the collar of the robes, making it difficult to escape his grasp.
"I became prefect from lots of hard work, Malfoy. Not that you would know- you probably get your way from shagging everyone in your house!"
A strange expression crossed the boys' face. Was it shock? Horror? Hermione stared up at him, as his grip loosened on her hair. For once, Draco seemed to be lost for words. Instead, he took a step back, and flinched. Hermione watched him, and frowned, rubbing her now-aching head. She watched, as the Slytherin seemed to be taking her in. A button had fallen off her robes, and was lying on the stone floor.
"Malfoy?" Hermione said, breaking the silence.
No reply. Draco just took one last look, and walked off, leaving Hermione feeling quite shocked.
She watched him turn a corner, as she bent down and picked up her button. Had he felt sorry for his actions? He seemed speechless. As she stared down to see where the button came from, she caught sight of her naked chest. That's probably what he had seen, Hermione realised, her heart beginning to pound. With a mix of horror and arousal, she muttered a quick repairing spell to her robes, and dashed the remainder of the way to the Great Hall. She couldn't tell if this was a good or bad way to start the day. Either way, she knew she couldn't really look Draco Malfoy in the eye for a while.
TBC
***
A/N: Second chapter done. I find second chapters quite hard to write- if the first one was a success, you have to write the second to peoples expectations. And I consider my first chapter a small success. Did you like it? I'm sorry if Chapter 1 was a bit sickening, but I couldn't think of any other way to start it. I decided to step outside the clean-cut stories. And this is under the 'R' rating, so what do you expect? And I'm trying hard to keep my characters in character.
Oh, and just to warn you this isn't going to be fluffy. I hate fluff. It's to easy to write, and since I'm like writing challenges, so if you're into fluff piss off and don't come back!
