Disclaimer: I'm flattered if you think I made all this up, I really am,
but I'm not that clever and it all belongs to JK Rowling except for the
plot.
Chapter 25
Hermione's POV
The next few weeks passed quickly, classes started, and everyone got back into the habit of their old routines. The excitement in the school grew as the promised class trip drew nearer, and it was the hottest topic of discussion.
One night in late February, I was curled up on a chair in the Gryffindor common room in front of the big fireplace, reading a book and listening to Ron beat Harry at wizard's chess. Again. It was so comfortable, sitting there with the fire crackling and the friendly chit- chat of my friends, that I was surprised when the clock struck 11:00.
Harry glanced up at it also, surprised, and Ron rubbed his eyes sleepily. "Oh wow," I said, getting up from my chair and stretching. "I didn't realize it was so late, I better be getting back. We've got double Potions with Slytherin tomorrow morning."
"Night, Mione," Harry and Ron chorused.
"Goodnight," I muttered, using the portrait to get back to my room. After changing into pajamas, I found that I wasn't really very tired. I walked down the stairs, planning on finding a good book and settling down on my couch for awhile. However, when I got to the bottom of the stairs, I saw Draco laying carelessly on his couch, one hand holding a book in front of him, one arm beneath his head. He looked up when he heard me enter the room, and grinned widely.
"Where're Terry and Hannah?" I asked cautiously.
He had already discarded his book and was walking toward me. "They're been sleeping for an hour." He whispered it, but I heard him just fine because his face was only inches from my own.
"Oh," I murmured, but didn't get a chance to go on, because he quickly closed the distance between us. He pressed his lips to mine, and his tongue slid into my mouth, demanding me to react. He backed me up until I was against the wall, kissing me passionately, myself reacting just as eagerly. It had been tough having to hide again when everyone came back from break, and I didn't like it one bit. The only time we got alone was when we were in one of each other's rooms, and I was always paranoid that someone would walk in.
I shivered a little as his hands ran up my sides, as I smoothed my hands across his firm stomach muscles underneath his shirt. We continued, caught up in the moment, and before I even knew what was happening, Draco's shirt was thrown carelessly to the floor and he was trying to get my spaghetti strap off. I finally came to my senses, but didn't seem to have the will power to push him away. Luckily, it seemed to dawn on Draco at the same time, and he pulled away, each of us breathing heavily, welcoming the fresh oxygen into our lungs.
"Too much," he gasped, turning to lean against the wall next to me, his eyes still closed. Without a word, he walked over and picked up his t- shirt, pulling it back over his head as I readjusted my own shirt. I followed him over to his couch, half laying down and leaning against his chest.
"I miss you," I murmured as he stroked my hair with one hand.
"I'm still here, Mione."
"I know," I sighed, "but I miss being with you. I miss not having to be afraid at all times that someone will find out about us, and spread it to the world, and your father will find out, and-" He silenced me with a hand over my lips. He didn't need me to finish the sentence to know what I was going to say. If his father ever found out he liked, maybe even loved, a 'filthy mudblood'... I shuddered, not even wanting to know what would happen.
"Ssshhh. That won't happen, Hermione," he said sternly. "I promise. Okay? I promise you, I won't let it."
I sighed, and snuggled closer to him. We lay there a while, and the last thing I remember before falling asleep was hearing the clock strike midnight.
Draco's POV
Hermione stirred on top of me, and I slowly opened my eyes, squinting against the sunlight flooding in through the windows, reflecting off the glistening white snow that covered the grounds. I groggily turned to look at the clock. 'Crap,' I thought, rather calmly for the situation I was in. 'Fifteen minutes to get to Potions.'
I looked at Hermione, sleeping peacefully, resting on my chest. She was so beautiful, her dark amber hair falling gracefully around her face. "Mione," I whispered. She stirred a little more, but still didn't wake up. "Hermione, it's time to wake up. Potions." When she heard that her eyes fluttered open, and she smiled at me.
"How long do we have," she asked, sitting up halfway.
"Fifteen minutes," I answered.
"Mmmm, k, I'll get up." She stumbled off the couch and up the stairs, and I followed. We both met back downstairs when we were dressed for the day's classes, Hermione's hair pulled back in a messy bun.
"It's too bad we missed breakfast, I'm hungry," I complained, drawing Hermione closer to me with my arms around her waist.
"Me too," she replied, before I kissed her softly. I held her for a moment longer, then released her, keeping her hand and intertwining my fingers with hers. It was a good thing Terry and Hannah were already at breakfast....
At first the thought passed through my head as a positive thing, but then I stopped dead in my tracks, my eyes wide. "What?" Hermione asked, concerned. "Draco, what is it?"
"Terry and Hannah," I told her flatly. She gasped, following my train of thought through. They were already at breakfast, and they couldn't have gotten there without passing through the common room, which we had so carelessly fallen asleep in, and they must've seen us both asleep on my couch, Hermione on top of me!
"Draco!" she exclaimed, her voice going high. "Draco, what if they know? What if they found out, what if they tell someone, what's gonna happen?"
My mind was racing with fear. If any of the Slytherins found out about my relationship with Hermione, there was no doubt my father would know within hours, and I was sure he'd be extremely... disappointed. And if that wasn't the understatement of the year, I couldn't imagine what was. I tried to reassure Hermione that nothing awful would happen as we rushed to Potions class. I only had to convince myself.
A/N: Again, another pointless chapter, but at least I got something out, right? Hopefully things will get better as I go, I'm working on it. Please review, the positive comments help me get chapters out faster. Thanx!
Chapter 25
Hermione's POV
The next few weeks passed quickly, classes started, and everyone got back into the habit of their old routines. The excitement in the school grew as the promised class trip drew nearer, and it was the hottest topic of discussion.
One night in late February, I was curled up on a chair in the Gryffindor common room in front of the big fireplace, reading a book and listening to Ron beat Harry at wizard's chess. Again. It was so comfortable, sitting there with the fire crackling and the friendly chit- chat of my friends, that I was surprised when the clock struck 11:00.
Harry glanced up at it also, surprised, and Ron rubbed his eyes sleepily. "Oh wow," I said, getting up from my chair and stretching. "I didn't realize it was so late, I better be getting back. We've got double Potions with Slytherin tomorrow morning."
"Night, Mione," Harry and Ron chorused.
"Goodnight," I muttered, using the portrait to get back to my room. After changing into pajamas, I found that I wasn't really very tired. I walked down the stairs, planning on finding a good book and settling down on my couch for awhile. However, when I got to the bottom of the stairs, I saw Draco laying carelessly on his couch, one hand holding a book in front of him, one arm beneath his head. He looked up when he heard me enter the room, and grinned widely.
"Where're Terry and Hannah?" I asked cautiously.
He had already discarded his book and was walking toward me. "They're been sleeping for an hour." He whispered it, but I heard him just fine because his face was only inches from my own.
"Oh," I murmured, but didn't get a chance to go on, because he quickly closed the distance between us. He pressed his lips to mine, and his tongue slid into my mouth, demanding me to react. He backed me up until I was against the wall, kissing me passionately, myself reacting just as eagerly. It had been tough having to hide again when everyone came back from break, and I didn't like it one bit. The only time we got alone was when we were in one of each other's rooms, and I was always paranoid that someone would walk in.
I shivered a little as his hands ran up my sides, as I smoothed my hands across his firm stomach muscles underneath his shirt. We continued, caught up in the moment, and before I even knew what was happening, Draco's shirt was thrown carelessly to the floor and he was trying to get my spaghetti strap off. I finally came to my senses, but didn't seem to have the will power to push him away. Luckily, it seemed to dawn on Draco at the same time, and he pulled away, each of us breathing heavily, welcoming the fresh oxygen into our lungs.
"Too much," he gasped, turning to lean against the wall next to me, his eyes still closed. Without a word, he walked over and picked up his t- shirt, pulling it back over his head as I readjusted my own shirt. I followed him over to his couch, half laying down and leaning against his chest.
"I miss you," I murmured as he stroked my hair with one hand.
"I'm still here, Mione."
"I know," I sighed, "but I miss being with you. I miss not having to be afraid at all times that someone will find out about us, and spread it to the world, and your father will find out, and-" He silenced me with a hand over my lips. He didn't need me to finish the sentence to know what I was going to say. If his father ever found out he liked, maybe even loved, a 'filthy mudblood'... I shuddered, not even wanting to know what would happen.
"Ssshhh. That won't happen, Hermione," he said sternly. "I promise. Okay? I promise you, I won't let it."
I sighed, and snuggled closer to him. We lay there a while, and the last thing I remember before falling asleep was hearing the clock strike midnight.
Draco's POV
Hermione stirred on top of me, and I slowly opened my eyes, squinting against the sunlight flooding in through the windows, reflecting off the glistening white snow that covered the grounds. I groggily turned to look at the clock. 'Crap,' I thought, rather calmly for the situation I was in. 'Fifteen minutes to get to Potions.'
I looked at Hermione, sleeping peacefully, resting on my chest. She was so beautiful, her dark amber hair falling gracefully around her face. "Mione," I whispered. She stirred a little more, but still didn't wake up. "Hermione, it's time to wake up. Potions." When she heard that her eyes fluttered open, and she smiled at me.
"How long do we have," she asked, sitting up halfway.
"Fifteen minutes," I answered.
"Mmmm, k, I'll get up." She stumbled off the couch and up the stairs, and I followed. We both met back downstairs when we were dressed for the day's classes, Hermione's hair pulled back in a messy bun.
"It's too bad we missed breakfast, I'm hungry," I complained, drawing Hermione closer to me with my arms around her waist.
"Me too," she replied, before I kissed her softly. I held her for a moment longer, then released her, keeping her hand and intertwining my fingers with hers. It was a good thing Terry and Hannah were already at breakfast....
At first the thought passed through my head as a positive thing, but then I stopped dead in my tracks, my eyes wide. "What?" Hermione asked, concerned. "Draco, what is it?"
"Terry and Hannah," I told her flatly. She gasped, following my train of thought through. They were already at breakfast, and they couldn't have gotten there without passing through the common room, which we had so carelessly fallen asleep in, and they must've seen us both asleep on my couch, Hermione on top of me!
"Draco!" she exclaimed, her voice going high. "Draco, what if they know? What if they found out, what if they tell someone, what's gonna happen?"
My mind was racing with fear. If any of the Slytherins found out about my relationship with Hermione, there was no doubt my father would know within hours, and I was sure he'd be extremely... disappointed. And if that wasn't the understatement of the year, I couldn't imagine what was. I tried to reassure Hermione that nothing awful would happen as we rushed to Potions class. I only had to convince myself.
A/N: Again, another pointless chapter, but at least I got something out, right? Hopefully things will get better as I go, I'm working on it. Please review, the positive comments help me get chapters out faster. Thanx!