Disclaimer: Nope, no characters belong to me. Though I threaten to kill J.
K. and steal Harry Potter every chance I get!!
A/N: Okay, you rabid bunnies, here is Chapter Seven! Even though I have thought about updating it earlier, my muse is currently at 'zero'. But, here it is. You don't know how lucky you are!!
The pale eyes of Draco Malfoy stared at the wondrous sight that was before him. Hermione's sweat-glistened skin shone in the dull light, as her hair fell elegantly down her shoulders. And all though Draco knew that he wanted to plunge into her, he stopped, and spoke.
"Hermione...do you, I mean, do you want me to..."
Hermione paused, and locked eyes with Draco. Her naked chest was heaving with every husky breath. The Gryffindor's cheeks suddenly turned as red as a rose hip. Pushing Draco away, she slid off the bench, and onto the floor. As she picked up her formally discarded clothes, the Slytherin stared down at her, hard.
"What are you doing?" he asked, watching her every move.
"I should leave. You should leave," she muttered, pulling on her socks.
"But we...I was...You..." he drifted off.
"It would just be inappropriate, Malfoy. I have a very good chance of getting Head Girl next year, and I'm not going to lose it by being shagged into a desk in a random classroom!" the Gryffindor girl snapped, as she pulled on her socks. Draco couldn't help but stare at her, bewildered.
Draco slid off the desk, and followed Hermione's actions- quickly, and sharply, pulling their clothes back on. Draco couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. He wasn't a virgin- not by a long shot- but Hermione was the only person that he wanted to be with because he loved her.
Draco pulled on his robes in front of an impatient, fully clothed Hermione, who stood in front of him, almost as if she was checking him out.
"What?" he asked, trying to force his still-hard cock down.
"I'm making sure you won't do anything when I leave," she said simply, crossing her arms across her chest.
"Like what? Grab myself because you left me when I was ready to spill the yogurt truck?" he growled.
"Yes, exactly like that!" Hermione said, nodding. Pushing past her, Draco reached for the door, when it flung open.
"Hermione!" cried a voice.
"Draco!" another joined in.
Draco hissed at the two people that stood in front of him.
"Harry! Ron!" he heard Hermione cry behind him. Harry pushed back a strand of his ebony-colored fringe.
"What are you doing in here...with him?" Ron asked, nudging towards Draco.
"Don't panic Weasley- I wouldn't dare touch your Mudblood friend. I might get sick," Draco sneered. Ron's face began to match his bright-red hair.
"Ron! I...I caught him coming in here. I merely followed to tell him to get out," Hermione quickly lied, glancing nervously at Draco. Pulling his robes across him to hide any evidence of what actually happened, he kept the sneer on his face. Harry raised an eyebrow.
"What were you doing in here to begin with, Malfoy?" he asked, shifting his weight.
"No need for you to know, Potter. I didn't steal anything from Granger," Draco snickered at the irony of the quote, and walked briskly out of the classroom.
***
It was obvious it was going to be a bit of struggle to get through that dreary Sunday. The rain was pouring outside in buckets, and there was nothing to do but wander the halls, as the Slytherin Common Room had a crack in the wall, and the rain was pouring through almost as bad as it was pouring outside.
With little to nothing to do, Draco resorted to lurking along the corridors, in a Professor Snape fashion. He ran into the Golden Trio quite often, of course. If Draco had a Sickle for every time he had caught Ron's fists clenching, Harry staring at him oddly, or Hermione's cheeks growing red as a rose hip, Draco could swear he would have the same amount of money, if not more, that his father earned in one year. Several times, he caught Hermione still staring at him when they had past each other, although it was quite rarely.
Falling into boredom, Draco decided, walking into the library for possibly the sixth time that day, was the worse type of torture. And it was impossible to escape, even with Hermione locked in his mind. He still wanted to have sex with her. God lord, he doubted if that would ever change. Sighing inwardly, Draco glanced over at the two oafs, Crabbe and Goyle. They were virtually sitting upright at attention. Draco cleared his throat to get their attention.
"Why are you sitting like that?" he asked, his lip curled into a sneer.
"Er..." Crabbe thought for a moment. After a moment or two, he shrugged.
"Piss off," Draco grumbled, feeling an urge to be alone. Crabbe and Goyle shrugged at one another, stood up, and walked away. Good. He didn't want to be surrounded by apes.
TBC
***
A/N: Short chapter, I know. But I couldn't be bothered to write anymore. Just be happy I decided to write it at least, all right? Leave a review, when you leave, please!
A/N: Okay, you rabid bunnies, here is Chapter Seven! Even though I have thought about updating it earlier, my muse is currently at 'zero'. But, here it is. You don't know how lucky you are!!
The pale eyes of Draco Malfoy stared at the wondrous sight that was before him. Hermione's sweat-glistened skin shone in the dull light, as her hair fell elegantly down her shoulders. And all though Draco knew that he wanted to plunge into her, he stopped, and spoke.
"Hermione...do you, I mean, do you want me to..."
Hermione paused, and locked eyes with Draco. Her naked chest was heaving with every husky breath. The Gryffindor's cheeks suddenly turned as red as a rose hip. Pushing Draco away, she slid off the bench, and onto the floor. As she picked up her formally discarded clothes, the Slytherin stared down at her, hard.
"What are you doing?" he asked, watching her every move.
"I should leave. You should leave," she muttered, pulling on her socks.
"But we...I was...You..." he drifted off.
"It would just be inappropriate, Malfoy. I have a very good chance of getting Head Girl next year, and I'm not going to lose it by being shagged into a desk in a random classroom!" the Gryffindor girl snapped, as she pulled on her socks. Draco couldn't help but stare at her, bewildered.
Draco slid off the desk, and followed Hermione's actions- quickly, and sharply, pulling their clothes back on. Draco couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. He wasn't a virgin- not by a long shot- but Hermione was the only person that he wanted to be with because he loved her.
Draco pulled on his robes in front of an impatient, fully clothed Hermione, who stood in front of him, almost as if she was checking him out.
"What?" he asked, trying to force his still-hard cock down.
"I'm making sure you won't do anything when I leave," she said simply, crossing her arms across her chest.
"Like what? Grab myself because you left me when I was ready to spill the yogurt truck?" he growled.
"Yes, exactly like that!" Hermione said, nodding. Pushing past her, Draco reached for the door, when it flung open.
"Hermione!" cried a voice.
"Draco!" another joined in.
Draco hissed at the two people that stood in front of him.
"Harry! Ron!" he heard Hermione cry behind him. Harry pushed back a strand of his ebony-colored fringe.
"What are you doing in here...with him?" Ron asked, nudging towards Draco.
"Don't panic Weasley- I wouldn't dare touch your Mudblood friend. I might get sick," Draco sneered. Ron's face began to match his bright-red hair.
"Ron! I...I caught him coming in here. I merely followed to tell him to get out," Hermione quickly lied, glancing nervously at Draco. Pulling his robes across him to hide any evidence of what actually happened, he kept the sneer on his face. Harry raised an eyebrow.
"What were you doing in here to begin with, Malfoy?" he asked, shifting his weight.
"No need for you to know, Potter. I didn't steal anything from Granger," Draco snickered at the irony of the quote, and walked briskly out of the classroom.
***
It was obvious it was going to be a bit of struggle to get through that dreary Sunday. The rain was pouring outside in buckets, and there was nothing to do but wander the halls, as the Slytherin Common Room had a crack in the wall, and the rain was pouring through almost as bad as it was pouring outside.
With little to nothing to do, Draco resorted to lurking along the corridors, in a Professor Snape fashion. He ran into the Golden Trio quite often, of course. If Draco had a Sickle for every time he had caught Ron's fists clenching, Harry staring at him oddly, or Hermione's cheeks growing red as a rose hip, Draco could swear he would have the same amount of money, if not more, that his father earned in one year. Several times, he caught Hermione still staring at him when they had past each other, although it was quite rarely.
Falling into boredom, Draco decided, walking into the library for possibly the sixth time that day, was the worse type of torture. And it was impossible to escape, even with Hermione locked in his mind. He still wanted to have sex with her. God lord, he doubted if that would ever change. Sighing inwardly, Draco glanced over at the two oafs, Crabbe and Goyle. They were virtually sitting upright at attention. Draco cleared his throat to get their attention.
"Why are you sitting like that?" he asked, his lip curled into a sneer.
"Er..." Crabbe thought for a moment. After a moment or two, he shrugged.
"Piss off," Draco grumbled, feeling an urge to be alone. Crabbe and Goyle shrugged at one another, stood up, and walked away. Good. He didn't want to be surrounded by apes.
TBC
***
A/N: Short chapter, I know. But I couldn't be bothered to write anymore. Just be happy I decided to write it at least, all right? Leave a review, when you leave, please!
