Don't Let Me Be Lonely Tonight
4. The Train Game
The racket of the Hogwarts Express as it bounded along its course to the castle was enough to give anyone a headache, and Hermione was no exception. She pulled out a pillow from her luggage and laid across two chairs in the compartment she'd selected, mostly because it was quiet and afforded her time to read, and secondly because she'd hoped Harry and Ron wouldn't find her.
Harry Potter had developed a father-like disposition toward Hermione after Voldemort's defeat that she didn't quite appreciate or understand. All three had been useful in their victory, but Harry was, of course, the main component, and handsomely honored for it. Ron Weasley's crush on her compromised their friendship on occasion, jeopardizing their ability to get along platonically. Neither would take her relationship to Draco too well, and she didn't feel like fighting something so illogical, but so right.
Just as she had settled her head down, a hand parted the separating curtain from the aisle and let himself sit down across from her. Draco replaced the curtain as it had been, and proceeded to fumble with some parchment sheets containing lyrics and bars of music.
"I'd never known you to be one for muggle music. So James Taylor is your latest kick, eh?" Hermione spoke to him without ever opening her eyes to check if it had been Draco. They're love was unexplainable. She memorized his every movement, sound, quality. The way he shifted his weight could be felt through undetectable tremors on the floor, by which she could understand his temperament and nature....like when he was sneaking around, trying not to wake her up. Sometimes she let it go, she liked knowing he was watching her sleep. Other times she craved the timber of his voice. The stimulation of her ear, caressed by his soothing notes, often kept her up at night when absent.
"Don't worry, love. I think its just a passing phase," he smiled. He knew that she'd fallen for his darker tendencies, but she was a soft romantic at heart, and he enjoyed toying with that softer side of her. Her tendency to curve, to comply, to melt, where he preferred rigidity, rebellion, and solidity.
"I hope so. It's creeping me out." After all, she thought, since when do normal people, apart from choir, break out into random song?
"Hermione?"
"Yes?"
Draco sighed. He'd spent the last two weeks wrapping up his duties at the Ministry, not talking to Hermione as she began to shop and pack away her muggle-life for the return of witchcraft for their seventh and final year. Those were two weeks spent contemplating whether the promise they'd made to reveal their feelings publically was, first of all, still a course of action, but secondly, if it still made sense to do.
"When all of this comes out in the open, will you be proud of what we are- who I am- or ashamed?"
Hermione opened her eyes and slowly met Draco's gaze. A brief lapse of doubt skimmed her mind, but she put his heart to rest with a soft smile. Sitting up, she took her hand and touched his cheek, feeling the stubble that had begun to grow since he hadn't had time to shave since that morning.
"Draco, I have too much pride in who you are and what we are to ever be ashamed of our pasts. History is done and over with, and who is anyone to judge anyone else anymore? We've grown so much over the years that none of us are as we began. I love you. Don't question that," she assured him. Although he did look adorable when he was distraught.
"I know, but I have more a past to defend than you do."
She took his hand and pulled him to her, covering his lips with her own. As he sat down next to her, she moved onto his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck as his own held her waist. Their tongues gently moved in and out of their own mouths to explore each other's, and they broke apart only for fear of suffocation. He kissed the center of her throat, the tiny crevice between her clavicles, and she buried her nose in his hair. The scent was unique- but she knew it well, having given him the shampoo she'd found at her parent's home store.
Draco's hand crept between her robes, starting at her knee-high socks, traveling to her thighs, grazing her hips from under her skirt. She was prepared for this. When his hand went to find her panties, he pleasantly discovered more uncovered flesh. Journeying upwards to determine the width of her G-string, his fingers found themselves on her waist, on her back, and his eyes grew wide as his bulge began to grow.
"Welcome to Hogwarts! All students please have your luggage and belongings ready. Steady now- out with you all!" shouted the conductor as he opened all of the compartment curtains.
Jumping about a mile high each, Draco gave Hermione another ridiculously surprised grin at her boldness, as she attempted her best innocent "who me?" bashful smile. It didn't work. He could see the seductive witch straight through her guise.
"Welcome back indeed," she whispered as she brushed passed him, slipping her hand between his robes to cup his crotch ever so slightly before leaving the train.
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Virginia Beach here we come! CC for 2003! Don't own Potter and crew....but its ok. I'll screw around w. em anyway.
April 2-6: mission: find a Draco of my own to play with. Unless some random Professor, erm, Severus, happens to find me first!
4. The Train Game
The racket of the Hogwarts Express as it bounded along its course to the castle was enough to give anyone a headache, and Hermione was no exception. She pulled out a pillow from her luggage and laid across two chairs in the compartment she'd selected, mostly because it was quiet and afforded her time to read, and secondly because she'd hoped Harry and Ron wouldn't find her.
Harry Potter had developed a father-like disposition toward Hermione after Voldemort's defeat that she didn't quite appreciate or understand. All three had been useful in their victory, but Harry was, of course, the main component, and handsomely honored for it. Ron Weasley's crush on her compromised their friendship on occasion, jeopardizing their ability to get along platonically. Neither would take her relationship to Draco too well, and she didn't feel like fighting something so illogical, but so right.
Just as she had settled her head down, a hand parted the separating curtain from the aisle and let himself sit down across from her. Draco replaced the curtain as it had been, and proceeded to fumble with some parchment sheets containing lyrics and bars of music.
"I'd never known you to be one for muggle music. So James Taylor is your latest kick, eh?" Hermione spoke to him without ever opening her eyes to check if it had been Draco. They're love was unexplainable. She memorized his every movement, sound, quality. The way he shifted his weight could be felt through undetectable tremors on the floor, by which she could understand his temperament and nature....like when he was sneaking around, trying not to wake her up. Sometimes she let it go, she liked knowing he was watching her sleep. Other times she craved the timber of his voice. The stimulation of her ear, caressed by his soothing notes, often kept her up at night when absent.
"Don't worry, love. I think its just a passing phase," he smiled. He knew that she'd fallen for his darker tendencies, but she was a soft romantic at heart, and he enjoyed toying with that softer side of her. Her tendency to curve, to comply, to melt, where he preferred rigidity, rebellion, and solidity.
"I hope so. It's creeping me out." After all, she thought, since when do normal people, apart from choir, break out into random song?
"Hermione?"
"Yes?"
Draco sighed. He'd spent the last two weeks wrapping up his duties at the Ministry, not talking to Hermione as she began to shop and pack away her muggle-life for the return of witchcraft for their seventh and final year. Those were two weeks spent contemplating whether the promise they'd made to reveal their feelings publically was, first of all, still a course of action, but secondly, if it still made sense to do.
"When all of this comes out in the open, will you be proud of what we are- who I am- or ashamed?"
Hermione opened her eyes and slowly met Draco's gaze. A brief lapse of doubt skimmed her mind, but she put his heart to rest with a soft smile. Sitting up, she took her hand and touched his cheek, feeling the stubble that had begun to grow since he hadn't had time to shave since that morning.
"Draco, I have too much pride in who you are and what we are to ever be ashamed of our pasts. History is done and over with, and who is anyone to judge anyone else anymore? We've grown so much over the years that none of us are as we began. I love you. Don't question that," she assured him. Although he did look adorable when he was distraught.
"I know, but I have more a past to defend than you do."
She took his hand and pulled him to her, covering his lips with her own. As he sat down next to her, she moved onto his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck as his own held her waist. Their tongues gently moved in and out of their own mouths to explore each other's, and they broke apart only for fear of suffocation. He kissed the center of her throat, the tiny crevice between her clavicles, and she buried her nose in his hair. The scent was unique- but she knew it well, having given him the shampoo she'd found at her parent's home store.
Draco's hand crept between her robes, starting at her knee-high socks, traveling to her thighs, grazing her hips from under her skirt. She was prepared for this. When his hand went to find her panties, he pleasantly discovered more uncovered flesh. Journeying upwards to determine the width of her G-string, his fingers found themselves on her waist, on her back, and his eyes grew wide as his bulge began to grow.
"Welcome to Hogwarts! All students please have your luggage and belongings ready. Steady now- out with you all!" shouted the conductor as he opened all of the compartment curtains.
Jumping about a mile high each, Draco gave Hermione another ridiculously surprised grin at her boldness, as she attempted her best innocent "who me?" bashful smile. It didn't work. He could see the seductive witch straight through her guise.
"Welcome back indeed," she whispered as she brushed passed him, slipping her hand between his robes to cup his crotch ever so slightly before leaving the train.
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Virginia Beach here we come! CC for 2003! Don't own Potter and crew....but its ok. I'll screw around w. em anyway.
April 2-6: mission: find a Draco of my own to play with. Unless some random Professor, erm, Severus, happens to find me first!