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'Nana* I intend to finish, thank you. *Snogs CoT* *Shushes* I'm not KyKy...
*Shifty eyes* Alright then, on with the story!
Who Knew?
Chapter Four ------------
The next few nights of after-dinner sessions with Malfoy were Hell for Hermione. In fact, the next few days were Hell. Ginny seemed not to notice, or care, for that matter, that some people might be absolutely disgusted by hers and Harry's public display of affection. People like Hermione, for example. And the worst part was that she could do nothing about it. She had to sit and watch painfully as they hugged, snuggled, snogged, or anything of the sort. But she could occupy herself sometimes by thinking back to her own kissing incident. With who? Malfoy, of course.
It had been very sudden, and VERY unexpected. Hermione would deny under Chinese water torture that she had enjoyed it, but she couldn't lie to herself. The memory of his soft lips pressed gently against hers lingered in her mind late at night, and was on her mind as soon as she awoke. And going to tutoring sessions every night was not making it easier for Hermione to forget it.
This particular Wednesday night, the time seemed to be dragging by so slowly. One minute felt like an hour or two, and Hermione had finished her homework long before half-past six. Apparently, Draco had too, as his head was now laid on his arms, which were folded across the desk, his eyes closed peacefully. Hermione couldn't help but watch him take his nap. His face was almost angelic, Hermione thought, as a stray lock of silver-blond hair fell across Draco's face. It must have startled him, for he jerked awake immediately. Hermione snapped her gaze away from him, pretending to be fiddling with her bracelet.
"What time is it?" Draco asked groggily, squinting at the clock.
"Quarter to seven." She replied, gathering her things and placing them in a neat pile to occupy herself. She felt his eyes on her, a prickling sensation at the back of her neck. She shivered slightly and glanced over warily.
Hermione was startled to see that Draco was indeed staring at her, an odd expression on his face. Perhaps he, too, was remembering the first tutoring session they had had. She licked her lips involuntarily. She would never admit it, but she wanted badly to have Draco's pale pink lips press softly against her own once again. It might have turned into a fantasy, had Draco not spoken.
"Feel like telling me what's wrong with you?"
She nearly snapped back instantly, not considering the question. Now she turned it over in her mind. Would she feel better telling Draco than she had telling Ginny? Hmm. It was possible.
"I might." She responded simply. Draco grabbed her hands and pulled her up by her wrists, leaving his hands clasped tightly around them when she was standing.
"Yes or no."
"If I say yes, will you let go of me?" She squirmed, but Draco's hold on her was tight.
"Maybe."
She sighed. "C'mon Malfoy. This isn't funny." She fought harder than ever to get away, but Draco fought more than ever to hold her there.
"I know. Tell me and I'll let go."
"Ugh! Son of a bitch!" She whispered. Then she sighed. "Promise?"
"Promise." His grip eased slightly on her wrists, but he still held on firmly.
"This year, my mum told me she was going to have a baby. Of course, I was thrilled. Who wouldn't be? But then my father told me that they were getting a divorce. Do you know what that is?"
Draco nodded curtly. "Of course I do. Continue."
"Well, that's pretty much it. That's why I was so. . .out of it the first couple of weeks. That's why I went off at Pansy. That's why I've been ignoring my parents' letters. That's why I'm failing Potions. That's why you're here right now. That's why. . ." She trailed off, the lump in her throat and tears shimmering in her eyes keeping her from continuing further.
Draco shifted awkwardly, letting go of her as promised. "Oh. . ."
Hermione let a tear slide down her cheek and onto her blouse, looking down at the floor.
"Is there, err, anything I can do?" Draco nearly kicked himself for asking. What the hell was he doing? Offering help to Granger?! But she looked so helpless, lost, and oddly attractive. . .
"Anything you can do?" Hermione looked up, surprised. "What do you mean?"
Draco stepped closer, placing a hand on Hermione's waist. "Anything I can do to help. Anything I can do to make you feel better, maybe.."
Hermione shivered. Draco had his hand on her waist..by choice? She hadn't put it there, and no one else had. Draco must have.
"There might be.." As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Hermione felt Draco's hand under her chin, lifting her face to meet his.
"What would that be?" He asked in a slightly throaty voice that sent shivers down Hermione's spine.
"I think you know." She whispered. Her eyes fluttered shut as she felt Draco's lips on her own again. How she loved the way his body fit with hers perfectly. Her arms raised and wrapped around his neck as he brought his other hand to her waist. She felt his tongue slide into her mouth.
'Oh God. This is not happening. Oh my God.' Hermione's thoughts were all jumbled around, and she didn't bother trying to make sense of them. The only thing she was aware of was that she was kissing Draco Malfoy.
"'Mione?" A familiar voice echoed with shock in the nearly empty dungeon. Hermione froze.
No.
It couldn't be.
God couldn't be that cruel.
Could He?
Hermione pulled away instantly and nearly fell over the bench. Her gaze averted quickly, from Draco's frosty eyes and sexy smirk that had come over his face, to the figure in the doorway. She knew that figure. It was a tall, thin, red-headed figure with dull gray eyes.
Oh no.
"R-Ron?"
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A/N: Hmmm...well...that was fun to write. *Cackles* Review please!
Who Knew?
Chapter Four ------------
The next few nights of after-dinner sessions with Malfoy were Hell for Hermione. In fact, the next few days were Hell. Ginny seemed not to notice, or care, for that matter, that some people might be absolutely disgusted by hers and Harry's public display of affection. People like Hermione, for example. And the worst part was that she could do nothing about it. She had to sit and watch painfully as they hugged, snuggled, snogged, or anything of the sort. But she could occupy herself sometimes by thinking back to her own kissing incident. With who? Malfoy, of course.
It had been very sudden, and VERY unexpected. Hermione would deny under Chinese water torture that she had enjoyed it, but she couldn't lie to herself. The memory of his soft lips pressed gently against hers lingered in her mind late at night, and was on her mind as soon as she awoke. And going to tutoring sessions every night was not making it easier for Hermione to forget it.
This particular Wednesday night, the time seemed to be dragging by so slowly. One minute felt like an hour or two, and Hermione had finished her homework long before half-past six. Apparently, Draco had too, as his head was now laid on his arms, which were folded across the desk, his eyes closed peacefully. Hermione couldn't help but watch him take his nap. His face was almost angelic, Hermione thought, as a stray lock of silver-blond hair fell across Draco's face. It must have startled him, for he jerked awake immediately. Hermione snapped her gaze away from him, pretending to be fiddling with her bracelet.
"What time is it?" Draco asked groggily, squinting at the clock.
"Quarter to seven." She replied, gathering her things and placing them in a neat pile to occupy herself. She felt his eyes on her, a prickling sensation at the back of her neck. She shivered slightly and glanced over warily.
Hermione was startled to see that Draco was indeed staring at her, an odd expression on his face. Perhaps he, too, was remembering the first tutoring session they had had. She licked her lips involuntarily. She would never admit it, but she wanted badly to have Draco's pale pink lips press softly against her own once again. It might have turned into a fantasy, had Draco not spoken.
"Feel like telling me what's wrong with you?"
She nearly snapped back instantly, not considering the question. Now she turned it over in her mind. Would she feel better telling Draco than she had telling Ginny? Hmm. It was possible.
"I might." She responded simply. Draco grabbed her hands and pulled her up by her wrists, leaving his hands clasped tightly around them when she was standing.
"Yes or no."
"If I say yes, will you let go of me?" She squirmed, but Draco's hold on her was tight.
"Maybe."
She sighed. "C'mon Malfoy. This isn't funny." She fought harder than ever to get away, but Draco fought more than ever to hold her there.
"I know. Tell me and I'll let go."
"Ugh! Son of a bitch!" She whispered. Then she sighed. "Promise?"
"Promise." His grip eased slightly on her wrists, but he still held on firmly.
"This year, my mum told me she was going to have a baby. Of course, I was thrilled. Who wouldn't be? But then my father told me that they were getting a divorce. Do you know what that is?"
Draco nodded curtly. "Of course I do. Continue."
"Well, that's pretty much it. That's why I was so. . .out of it the first couple of weeks. That's why I went off at Pansy. That's why I've been ignoring my parents' letters. That's why I'm failing Potions. That's why you're here right now. That's why. . ." She trailed off, the lump in her throat and tears shimmering in her eyes keeping her from continuing further.
Draco shifted awkwardly, letting go of her as promised. "Oh. . ."
Hermione let a tear slide down her cheek and onto her blouse, looking down at the floor.
"Is there, err, anything I can do?" Draco nearly kicked himself for asking. What the hell was he doing? Offering help to Granger?! But she looked so helpless, lost, and oddly attractive. . .
"Anything you can do?" Hermione looked up, surprised. "What do you mean?"
Draco stepped closer, placing a hand on Hermione's waist. "Anything I can do to help. Anything I can do to make you feel better, maybe.."
Hermione shivered. Draco had his hand on her waist..by choice? She hadn't put it there, and no one else had. Draco must have.
"There might be.." As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Hermione felt Draco's hand under her chin, lifting her face to meet his.
"What would that be?" He asked in a slightly throaty voice that sent shivers down Hermione's spine.
"I think you know." She whispered. Her eyes fluttered shut as she felt Draco's lips on her own again. How she loved the way his body fit with hers perfectly. Her arms raised and wrapped around his neck as he brought his other hand to her waist. She felt his tongue slide into her mouth.
'Oh God. This is not happening. Oh my God.' Hermione's thoughts were all jumbled around, and she didn't bother trying to make sense of them. The only thing she was aware of was that she was kissing Draco Malfoy.
"'Mione?" A familiar voice echoed with shock in the nearly empty dungeon. Hermione froze.
No.
It couldn't be.
God couldn't be that cruel.
Could He?
Hermione pulled away instantly and nearly fell over the bench. Her gaze averted quickly, from Draco's frosty eyes and sexy smirk that had come over his face, to the figure in the doorway. She knew that figure. It was a tall, thin, red-headed figure with dull gray eyes.
Oh no.
"R-Ron?"
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A/N: Hmmm...well...that was fun to write. *Cackles* Review please!