Summary: For Harry Potter and the gang, it's their final year at Hogwarts.
Hermione is head girl, and Draco is head boy. Although they still hate each
other with a passion, after a few encounters between the two, it's getting
harder to resist what they really want.
A/N: This is my first Harry Potter story, so PLEASE be gentle with the feedback, but give it, nonetheless.
Disclaimer: I own nothing! Not even the storyline, because I'm sure it's been done many times.
Note: * Means someone is thinking.
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Hermione woke the next morning to someone shaking her, "Wake up Granger!"
She slowly opened her eyes, and groaned, "Oh, my head."
Draco smirked, "You're gonna be late."
"Why do you care?" She groaned.
"Come on, don't you want breakfast?"
At the sound of food, Hermione moaned, "Oh, don't talk about food."
"Oh come on, don't you want waffles, and eggs, and bacon?" He asked, with an evil grin on his face.
At the sound of that, Hermione jumped off her bed and ran into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. Getting the desired reaction out of her, Draco smiled to himself, and went down to breakfast.
An hour later, Hermione came out of the bathroom with a nauseated look on her face. She went back to her room, changed, then put her school robes on. She grabbed her books and headed to her first class. When she got to potions class, Snape was explaining the day's lesson. He took just enough time to glare at Hermione, before finishing his instructions. She dumped herself into her seat next to Draco and put her head on her desk.
Draco smirked, "Long night Granger?"
She lifted her head up slightly to glare at him, "Leave me alone." She tried to shift her legs, and groaned, "Ow."
"Sore muscles? I'd say so, considering those moves you pulled on the dance floor last night."
The memory of their dance came flooding back to her, and she smiled, "Oh yes, I remember that dance; the one where you couldn't keep your hands off me."
"Funny; I was just gonna say the same thing about you."
Hermione scoffed, "Please, I was trying to prove a point...that YOU want ME."
"Whatever you say; I think you just wanted to get Weasley off your mind." Draco smirked.
The memory of their little "talk" at the bar also came back to her, and she glared at him, "Leave Ron out of this." She hissed.
"You know I'm right." That was all he said, before getting up to get the ingredients for the potion.
Hermione looked at Ron on the other side of the room. He looked at her, and smiled. She smiled back, then put slammed her head back onto her desk.
*This is going to be a very long day.* She thought to herself.
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After morning classes were over, and lunch came; Hermione still didn't feel any better. She walked into the Great Hall and slumped into a seat between Ginny and Ron, and across from Harry. When Hermione looked at all the food on the table, she felt like she wanted to throw up; apparently, so did Ginny, because her plate was empty too.
"Hey 'Mione, you don't look so good." Harry noticed.
"Yea, you look kinda pale." Ron added.
"Thanks." Hermione mumbled.
"Are you ok?" Ron asked.
"Yes, I'll be fine. I'm just a little under the weather, I suppose."
Hermione could feel someone watching her from across the room, and knew right away who it was. She glanced over at the Slytherin table and locked eyes with Draco. He held her gaze for a minute, before she looked away. She looked at him again and he had that 'all knowing' smirk on his face, like he knew exactly what she was thinking.
*Damn you Malfoy!* She screamed to herself.
Suddenly, she turned to Ron, "Can we talk?"
"Yea, sure." Ron smiled.
"After classes are over."
"Ok, is something wrong?" Ron looked worried.
"No, everything's fine." She smiled and gave Ron a short, sweet kiss, before looking at Malfoy and scowling.
"I do have a headache though. I'm gonna go see Madame Pomfrey." She said goodbye to everyone, then left the Great Hall.
Halfway down the hall, she heard that annoying, yet sexy voice, "You looked pretty serious talking to Weasley back there."
She just kept walking and didn't turn around, "What's it to you, Malfoy?"
"I was right, wasn't I?" It was more of a statement than a question. "Everything I said to you last night was true, and now you're starting to doubt how Weasley feels about you." He finally caught up with her.
"Whatever you say." She was just not in the mood to argue with him.
"Do you have any idea how stubborn you are?"
"Yes." Was her reply.
Draco fell a step behind her, and leaned down to whisper in her ear, "Even if Weasley does want to get all down and dirty, what makes you think HE can give you what you crave?" He accentuated the last word.
Hermione's body temperature immediately shot up, but she did her best to keep her cool, "I suppose you think YOU could?"
Draco put his hands on Hermione's hips, and turned her around to face him, "You KNOW I could."
"Do I?" Hermione refused to let him get to her.
He backed her into the wall so slowly, she barely even noticed until she felt her back hit the wall, "Why do you keep denying this?"
"Denying what?"
"This...attraction between us. You felt it last night in Snape's room, and at the bar; we both did.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Really? So, you feel absolutely nothing when I do this." He put his hands on her shoulders and slowly removed her robe. She was wearing the same plaid skirt with a dark blue spaghetti strap tank top. He put one hand on her waist, and the other on her shoulder, then he pushed the thin shirt strap off her shoulder with a finger.
Hermione's breathing became shallow, "Draco...someone c-could see.....us."
He put his finger to her lips, "Shh."
He leaned down and trailed kisses all over he shoulder and neck. Hermione's entire body was on fire and she knew she couldn't fight him much longer.
Just then, they heard footsteps coming around the corner and they jumped apart. Hermione muttered what sounded like a spell, under her breath and her school robe started smoking.
At that exact moment, McGonagall came around the corner, "Ms. Granger, Mr. Malfoy, what's going on?"
"Umm, I said the wrong spell and my robe caught on fire. Malfoy was helping me put out the fire." Hermione quickly explained.
"Are you alright?" She asked.
"Yes, I'm fine."
"Very well then."
She gave the students a small smile, then disappeared around another corner. Hermione muttered another spell and the smoke went away.
"Your robe caught on fire?" Draco asked, with a snicker.
"It worked didn't it?" She spat at him. "I wouldn't have had to do it if you hadn't been groping me in the halls!"
"Yea, like you didn't enjoy it; you're face is still flushed." He smirked.
Hermione reached down and snatched her robe off the ground, "Your never gonna get me into your bed, so stop trying!"
Without another word, she pushed passed him, and stormed down the hall.
"Well just see about that." Draco smiled to himself, then went back to lunch.
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*I know this chapter was kinda short, but I wanted to get all the boring stuff out of the way for now.*
(I want feedback!) :o)
A/N: This is my first Harry Potter story, so PLEASE be gentle with the feedback, but give it, nonetheless.
Disclaimer: I own nothing! Not even the storyline, because I'm sure it's been done many times.
Note: * Means someone is thinking.
~~~
Hermione woke the next morning to someone shaking her, "Wake up Granger!"
She slowly opened her eyes, and groaned, "Oh, my head."
Draco smirked, "You're gonna be late."
"Why do you care?" She groaned.
"Come on, don't you want breakfast?"
At the sound of food, Hermione moaned, "Oh, don't talk about food."
"Oh come on, don't you want waffles, and eggs, and bacon?" He asked, with an evil grin on his face.
At the sound of that, Hermione jumped off her bed and ran into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. Getting the desired reaction out of her, Draco smiled to himself, and went down to breakfast.
An hour later, Hermione came out of the bathroom with a nauseated look on her face. She went back to her room, changed, then put her school robes on. She grabbed her books and headed to her first class. When she got to potions class, Snape was explaining the day's lesson. He took just enough time to glare at Hermione, before finishing his instructions. She dumped herself into her seat next to Draco and put her head on her desk.
Draco smirked, "Long night Granger?"
She lifted her head up slightly to glare at him, "Leave me alone." She tried to shift her legs, and groaned, "Ow."
"Sore muscles? I'd say so, considering those moves you pulled on the dance floor last night."
The memory of their dance came flooding back to her, and she smiled, "Oh yes, I remember that dance; the one where you couldn't keep your hands off me."
"Funny; I was just gonna say the same thing about you."
Hermione scoffed, "Please, I was trying to prove a point...that YOU want ME."
"Whatever you say; I think you just wanted to get Weasley off your mind." Draco smirked.
The memory of their little "talk" at the bar also came back to her, and she glared at him, "Leave Ron out of this." She hissed.
"You know I'm right." That was all he said, before getting up to get the ingredients for the potion.
Hermione looked at Ron on the other side of the room. He looked at her, and smiled. She smiled back, then put slammed her head back onto her desk.
*This is going to be a very long day.* She thought to herself.
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After morning classes were over, and lunch came; Hermione still didn't feel any better. She walked into the Great Hall and slumped into a seat between Ginny and Ron, and across from Harry. When Hermione looked at all the food on the table, she felt like she wanted to throw up; apparently, so did Ginny, because her plate was empty too.
"Hey 'Mione, you don't look so good." Harry noticed.
"Yea, you look kinda pale." Ron added.
"Thanks." Hermione mumbled.
"Are you ok?" Ron asked.
"Yes, I'll be fine. I'm just a little under the weather, I suppose."
Hermione could feel someone watching her from across the room, and knew right away who it was. She glanced over at the Slytherin table and locked eyes with Draco. He held her gaze for a minute, before she looked away. She looked at him again and he had that 'all knowing' smirk on his face, like he knew exactly what she was thinking.
*Damn you Malfoy!* She screamed to herself.
Suddenly, she turned to Ron, "Can we talk?"
"Yea, sure." Ron smiled.
"After classes are over."
"Ok, is something wrong?" Ron looked worried.
"No, everything's fine." She smiled and gave Ron a short, sweet kiss, before looking at Malfoy and scowling.
"I do have a headache though. I'm gonna go see Madame Pomfrey." She said goodbye to everyone, then left the Great Hall.
Halfway down the hall, she heard that annoying, yet sexy voice, "You looked pretty serious talking to Weasley back there."
She just kept walking and didn't turn around, "What's it to you, Malfoy?"
"I was right, wasn't I?" It was more of a statement than a question. "Everything I said to you last night was true, and now you're starting to doubt how Weasley feels about you." He finally caught up with her.
"Whatever you say." She was just not in the mood to argue with him.
"Do you have any idea how stubborn you are?"
"Yes." Was her reply.
Draco fell a step behind her, and leaned down to whisper in her ear, "Even if Weasley does want to get all down and dirty, what makes you think HE can give you what you crave?" He accentuated the last word.
Hermione's body temperature immediately shot up, but she did her best to keep her cool, "I suppose you think YOU could?"
Draco put his hands on Hermione's hips, and turned her around to face him, "You KNOW I could."
"Do I?" Hermione refused to let him get to her.
He backed her into the wall so slowly, she barely even noticed until she felt her back hit the wall, "Why do you keep denying this?"
"Denying what?"
"This...attraction between us. You felt it last night in Snape's room, and at the bar; we both did.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Really? So, you feel absolutely nothing when I do this." He put his hands on her shoulders and slowly removed her robe. She was wearing the same plaid skirt with a dark blue spaghetti strap tank top. He put one hand on her waist, and the other on her shoulder, then he pushed the thin shirt strap off her shoulder with a finger.
Hermione's breathing became shallow, "Draco...someone c-could see.....us."
He put his finger to her lips, "Shh."
He leaned down and trailed kisses all over he shoulder and neck. Hermione's entire body was on fire and she knew she couldn't fight him much longer.
Just then, they heard footsteps coming around the corner and they jumped apart. Hermione muttered what sounded like a spell, under her breath and her school robe started smoking.
At that exact moment, McGonagall came around the corner, "Ms. Granger, Mr. Malfoy, what's going on?"
"Umm, I said the wrong spell and my robe caught on fire. Malfoy was helping me put out the fire." Hermione quickly explained.
"Are you alright?" She asked.
"Yes, I'm fine."
"Very well then."
She gave the students a small smile, then disappeared around another corner. Hermione muttered another spell and the smoke went away.
"Your robe caught on fire?" Draco asked, with a snicker.
"It worked didn't it?" She spat at him. "I wouldn't have had to do it if you hadn't been groping me in the halls!"
"Yea, like you didn't enjoy it; you're face is still flushed." He smirked.
Hermione reached down and snatched her robe off the ground, "Your never gonna get me into your bed, so stop trying!"
Without another word, she pushed passed him, and stormed down the hall.
"Well just see about that." Draco smiled to himself, then went back to lunch.
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*I know this chapter was kinda short, but I wanted to get all the boring stuff out of the way for now.*
(I want feedback!) :o)