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Hermione stepped out of her shower smoothly, allowing the warm water to drip from her body as she took a towel from a basket and wrapped it about her mass of curls. She looked at herself in the mirror.
Something was still out of place in her world, she sighed thinking was tiring. She walked into her bedroom and picked up the dress she was wearing to the reunion that night. She slid the garment over her body securely and applied the correct shoes from her organized rack.
Then she proceeded to dig through her monstrosity of a closet in search of her broomstick. She found it and grasped it's handle reminiscing.
She hadn't used this thing in ten years, oh well, like riding a bike I guess. She laid it gingerly on the floor, held her hand over the aged item and whispered "Up." Obediently the broom flew into her open palm.
She attempted to straddle the object several times, but her dress prohibited her from climbing on. Eventually she just sat sidesaddle and, gripping the handle firmly, flew out her window towards Hogwarts.
The broom lowered down under Hermione's command in front of the familiar building she had grown to love. It hovered patiently until she dismounted. She then gripped the tool and carried it to a far wall where she propped it against the bricks carefully before turning to the Great Hall.
She took a deep breath and slowly walked up the steps to the entrance. Inside the Hall was packed with people. She noted the four tables had been removed for the occasion but the teacher's table was still in place. She saw Dumbledore and McGonagall and Snape. She smiled remembering her childhood.
"Hello Hermione."
Hermione spun around to look upon Harry. She smiled softly. "Hello Harry." They embraced.
"I've missed you." He told her honestly. "I've become a professional Quidditch player, I've won millions of dollars and caught 876 snitches but nothing has ever been able to replace my friends."
"Have you seen Ron?" Hermione asked. Harry pointed to the red head through the crowd and Hermione and he started to walk to Ron. "By the way Harry, what happened to your glasses?"
Harry smiled. "I found a man that solved my vision problem, he was a real wizard."
Hermione shook her head "That is the corniest joke I have ever heard in my life."
Harry shrugged. "Ron!"
Weasley jumped and whirled around. His startled features melted into amusement "Harry! Hermione!" He hugged both of them tightly. Ron had gotten taller, if possible and his freckles had vanished.
"What have you been up to Ron?" Hermione asked curiously. He was wearing a business suit.
"I own a candy shop now. It's called Weasley's Wonderful World."
Hermione laughed, "Okay that's the corniest thing I've ever heard." She corrected herself.
She had barely gotten her last word out when Dumbledore(who was still alive and kicking) stood and announced that it was time to award certificates and play games. After all the awards were distributed the games ensued. Once Harry had won 5 and Ron had won 2 Hermione decided it was time to go to bed.
She turned to leave and there before her was the youngest Weasley.
"Ginny!" Hermione ran to the smaller female and held her tightly.
"Hi Hermione, I've been trying to find you all evening, where are you off to?"
"Oh I'm tired I was going to bed."
Ginny nodded, recalling that they were staying for two nights. A look of horror crossed Ginny's face "I forgot my things!" With that the red head sped from the Hall and into the night.
Hermione shrugged and made her way to the head girl bedroom. She hadn't seen Draco all night. She shook her head. Why did she care? She didn't.
She opened her bedroom door and there sprawled on her bed was Draco Malfoy. Her heart jumped. He was drop dead gorgeous. His blonde hair looked golden in the darkness. He turned his eyes to her, glinting silver in the moonlight.
"It's about time Granger, I've been waiting here all night." His voice was so pure and deep she wanted to hold a wand to his head and make him talk for the rest of his life.
She found her voice "What are you doing here Malfoy?"
He shrugged lazily, smoothly raising himself from her bed. "I merely came in to inform you of your position with me."
She closed the door "Position? What position?" Her temper flared as she stomped over to glare into his cool eyes.
He smiled evilly "You know what position Granger." He ran his hand up her arm to rest on her shoulder.
She pulled away and backed into her bed, falling on it. She rolled quickly to the other side adjusting her dress in an attempt to remain appropriate. "I'm afraid I don't." She clarified heatedly.
He raised his eyebrows "Would you like me to spell it out for you?" He made a clean leap over her bed. Landing in a crouch. He straightened to his full height.
Hermione swallowed. "Listen Malfoy, I hate you and you hate me." She sounded desperate, apprehensive.
He leaned his head down so that their noses touched. "Would you like me to spell it out for you?" He whispered each word carefully and articulately.
She gazed into his heated stare and nodded slowly.
He raised his head slowly "F A T E."
Hermione's brow furrowed "Fate?"
He smiled "Yes Granger, fate. You and I were made for each other."
She shook her head "But I hate you."
"Perhaps." He agreed walking forward forcing her back until she hit a wall. "The question is can you resist me?"
Her breathing quickened and she swallowed the lump in her throat. She opened her mouth to speak but no sound came out. One thought entered her mind. Damn him. She didn't want to be attracted to him.
He continued smiling "Well? Can you?"
Her eyes narrowed "Yes I can." She said defiantly straightening.
"Care if I call your bluff on that?"
"Go right a head because it's not a bluff."
"So you wouldn't mind a test?"
"No." She spoke before she thought and mentally cursed herself for her lack of insight.
He didn't give her time to think. He brushed his lips across hers gently, parting her lips with his tongue. He felt her body tense underneath his hands as she kissed him back. Then he pulled away abruptly.
She glared daggers at him and pressed her fingers to her lower lip. "You cheat." She said it simply, solemnly.
He chuckled "So Granger, you fail the test, this of course means that I am right."
"And what does that mean for me?"
"I will do as I promised."
"What did you promise?"
He shook his head and clucked in reprimand "Don't you pay attention to your dreams?"
Her gaze shot from the ground to his piercing eyes "What did you say?"
"I will do as I promised?" He asked innocently.
She stomped through the narrow gap separating them and grasped his lapels "You bastard! Tell me what the hell you said now!" She growled.
He smiled "A little hostile tonight aren't we Granger?"
Her chocolate eyes flashed fire "Damn you!" She yelled furiously.
He threw his head back and laughed, "Now, now, remember we're in a school." He chastised.
Hermione closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She wouldn't get anywhere in this game if she gave him the satisfaction of making her so angry she couldn't think straight.
He stroked her hair back from her face. "In all seriousness Granger, I must claim you."
She shook her head "What does claim mean?"
"It means that all this will end and I can stop annoying you."
"Don't try to point out the good points and leave the bad out. What's the bad?"
"The bad is you lose your freedom, but you've had plenty of that already."
She hesitated not knowing exactly what she was about to do "Fine. Claim me." Her voice was a thread of sound.
"Good girl." He whispered into her ear drawing her into his arms. He cradled her small frame against his own as he ripped her dress from her body. She held perfectly still, terrified. She closed her eyes as she found herself lying on her back upon her bed with Draco over her. She noted he was now completely unclothed as was she. Then all thought flew from her mind as a sweet pressure began to curl wickedly through her.
She opened her eyes to see a green liquid dripping onto her stomach, it oozed over her body, leaving strange, exciting feelings everywhere it went. She opened her mouth to inquire to what it was but then the pressure became more intense and she moaned softly, unable to help herself.
Suddenly her hips began to move of their own accord as the pressure built. "That's it Granger, move against me, fight for breath, moan, gasp." He whispered nuzzling her ear.
She did all four helplessly, she couldn't stop herself. "Now Granger, tell me who has the power." He pressed into her harder and she felt the pressure almost peak. She gasped.
"That's not an answer, tell me who has the power." She tried to move her hips but he pinned them easily as he explored her. He circled her most sensitive spot and pressed harder.
"You do!" She screamed, frantic for relief.
"Good." He whispered as she let go with a gasp.
Hermione stepped out of her shower smoothly, allowing the warm water to drip from her body as she took a towel from a basket and wrapped it about her mass of curls. She looked at herself in the mirror.
Something was still out of place in her world, she sighed thinking was tiring. She walked into her bedroom and picked up the dress she was wearing to the reunion that night. She slid the garment over her body securely and applied the correct shoes from her organized rack.
Then she proceeded to dig through her monstrosity of a closet in search of her broomstick. She found it and grasped it's handle reminiscing.
She hadn't used this thing in ten years, oh well, like riding a bike I guess. She laid it gingerly on the floor, held her hand over the aged item and whispered "Up." Obediently the broom flew into her open palm.
She attempted to straddle the object several times, but her dress prohibited her from climbing on. Eventually she just sat sidesaddle and, gripping the handle firmly, flew out her window towards Hogwarts.
The broom lowered down under Hermione's command in front of the familiar building she had grown to love. It hovered patiently until she dismounted. She then gripped the tool and carried it to a far wall where she propped it against the bricks carefully before turning to the Great Hall.
She took a deep breath and slowly walked up the steps to the entrance. Inside the Hall was packed with people. She noted the four tables had been removed for the occasion but the teacher's table was still in place. She saw Dumbledore and McGonagall and Snape. She smiled remembering her childhood.
"Hello Hermione."
Hermione spun around to look upon Harry. She smiled softly. "Hello Harry." They embraced.
"I've missed you." He told her honestly. "I've become a professional Quidditch player, I've won millions of dollars and caught 876 snitches but nothing has ever been able to replace my friends."
"Have you seen Ron?" Hermione asked. Harry pointed to the red head through the crowd and Hermione and he started to walk to Ron. "By the way Harry, what happened to your glasses?"
Harry smiled. "I found a man that solved my vision problem, he was a real wizard."
Hermione shook her head "That is the corniest joke I have ever heard in my life."
Harry shrugged. "Ron!"
Weasley jumped and whirled around. His startled features melted into amusement "Harry! Hermione!" He hugged both of them tightly. Ron had gotten taller, if possible and his freckles had vanished.
"What have you been up to Ron?" Hermione asked curiously. He was wearing a business suit.
"I own a candy shop now. It's called Weasley's Wonderful World."
Hermione laughed, "Okay that's the corniest thing I've ever heard." She corrected herself.
She had barely gotten her last word out when Dumbledore(who was still alive and kicking) stood and announced that it was time to award certificates and play games. After all the awards were distributed the games ensued. Once Harry had won 5 and Ron had won 2 Hermione decided it was time to go to bed.
She turned to leave and there before her was the youngest Weasley.
"Ginny!" Hermione ran to the smaller female and held her tightly.
"Hi Hermione, I've been trying to find you all evening, where are you off to?"
"Oh I'm tired I was going to bed."
Ginny nodded, recalling that they were staying for two nights. A look of horror crossed Ginny's face "I forgot my things!" With that the red head sped from the Hall and into the night.
Hermione shrugged and made her way to the head girl bedroom. She hadn't seen Draco all night. She shook her head. Why did she care? She didn't.
She opened her bedroom door and there sprawled on her bed was Draco Malfoy. Her heart jumped. He was drop dead gorgeous. His blonde hair looked golden in the darkness. He turned his eyes to her, glinting silver in the moonlight.
"It's about time Granger, I've been waiting here all night." His voice was so pure and deep she wanted to hold a wand to his head and make him talk for the rest of his life.
She found her voice "What are you doing here Malfoy?"
He shrugged lazily, smoothly raising himself from her bed. "I merely came in to inform you of your position with me."
She closed the door "Position? What position?" Her temper flared as she stomped over to glare into his cool eyes.
He smiled evilly "You know what position Granger." He ran his hand up her arm to rest on her shoulder.
She pulled away and backed into her bed, falling on it. She rolled quickly to the other side adjusting her dress in an attempt to remain appropriate. "I'm afraid I don't." She clarified heatedly.
He raised his eyebrows "Would you like me to spell it out for you?" He made a clean leap over her bed. Landing in a crouch. He straightened to his full height.
Hermione swallowed. "Listen Malfoy, I hate you and you hate me." She sounded desperate, apprehensive.
He leaned his head down so that their noses touched. "Would you like me to spell it out for you?" He whispered each word carefully and articulately.
She gazed into his heated stare and nodded slowly.
He raised his head slowly "F A T E."
Hermione's brow furrowed "Fate?"
He smiled "Yes Granger, fate. You and I were made for each other."
She shook her head "But I hate you."
"Perhaps." He agreed walking forward forcing her back until she hit a wall. "The question is can you resist me?"
Her breathing quickened and she swallowed the lump in her throat. She opened her mouth to speak but no sound came out. One thought entered her mind. Damn him. She didn't want to be attracted to him.
He continued smiling "Well? Can you?"
Her eyes narrowed "Yes I can." She said defiantly straightening.
"Care if I call your bluff on that?"
"Go right a head because it's not a bluff."
"So you wouldn't mind a test?"
"No." She spoke before she thought and mentally cursed herself for her lack of insight.
He didn't give her time to think. He brushed his lips across hers gently, parting her lips with his tongue. He felt her body tense underneath his hands as she kissed him back. Then he pulled away abruptly.
She glared daggers at him and pressed her fingers to her lower lip. "You cheat." She said it simply, solemnly.
He chuckled "So Granger, you fail the test, this of course means that I am right."
"And what does that mean for me?"
"I will do as I promised."
"What did you promise?"
He shook his head and clucked in reprimand "Don't you pay attention to your dreams?"
Her gaze shot from the ground to his piercing eyes "What did you say?"
"I will do as I promised?" He asked innocently.
She stomped through the narrow gap separating them and grasped his lapels "You bastard! Tell me what the hell you said now!" She growled.
He smiled "A little hostile tonight aren't we Granger?"
Her chocolate eyes flashed fire "Damn you!" She yelled furiously.
He threw his head back and laughed, "Now, now, remember we're in a school." He chastised.
Hermione closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She wouldn't get anywhere in this game if she gave him the satisfaction of making her so angry she couldn't think straight.
He stroked her hair back from her face. "In all seriousness Granger, I must claim you."
She shook her head "What does claim mean?"
"It means that all this will end and I can stop annoying you."
"Don't try to point out the good points and leave the bad out. What's the bad?"
"The bad is you lose your freedom, but you've had plenty of that already."
She hesitated not knowing exactly what she was about to do "Fine. Claim me." Her voice was a thread of sound.
"Good girl." He whispered into her ear drawing her into his arms. He cradled her small frame against his own as he ripped her dress from her body. She held perfectly still, terrified. She closed her eyes as she found herself lying on her back upon her bed with Draco over her. She noted he was now completely unclothed as was she. Then all thought flew from her mind as a sweet pressure began to curl wickedly through her.
She opened her eyes to see a green liquid dripping onto her stomach, it oozed over her body, leaving strange, exciting feelings everywhere it went. She opened her mouth to inquire to what it was but then the pressure became more intense and she moaned softly, unable to help herself.
Suddenly her hips began to move of their own accord as the pressure built. "That's it Granger, move against me, fight for breath, moan, gasp." He whispered nuzzling her ear.
She did all four helplessly, she couldn't stop herself. "Now Granger, tell me who has the power." He pressed into her harder and she felt the pressure almost peak. She gasped.
"That's not an answer, tell me who has the power." She tried to move her hips but he pinned them easily as he explored her. He circled her most sensitive spot and pressed harder.
"You do!" She screamed, frantic for relief.
"Good." He whispered as she let go with a gasp.