Harry Potter Fanfiction
Chapter Five: A Loss for Talk
The next day things were on the communication level they were before the night that Hermione and Draco had talked. Hermione had been able to finish her paper at two pages by exaggerating a bit of her material.
Everybody was awake already except for one person. Hermione was soundly sleeping in her bed, her eyes softly closed. She looked like an angel to the two onlookers.
Next to her bedside was a plate of fruit and a roll. Next to the plate was a goblet of orange juice.
The sun was starting to peep in through the window and the deep scarlet was turning a lighter red.
One of the persons stood up from the place that they were seated next to her bed and went to her bedside and kneeled.
He pushed back the hair that was covering Hermione's face and placed it gently behind her ear. She moved a bit but remained in her place in her bed. "Sweet cakes, it's time to get up. You're going to be late for class if you don't get up now."
Hermione fluttered her eyes open as she spoke, "Draco?"
"Draco? Why would you think Draco would call you Sweet cakes?"
Hermione quickly opened her eyes and after the sun had finished blasting her eyesight, came to the realization that it was Ron and Harry, not Draco.
"Oh! How did you get in the Prefect's dorms? I thought it was Draco because he is in this dorm! What bloody time is it?" She sat up, but quickly realized what she was wearing and lay back down so that the sheets covered her.
"Hermione, this isn't the first time we've seen you dressed like this. You have nothing to cover up from us," Harry retorted from behind Ron.
"Oh I don't, do I? Why have you been in my room? And me not know about it! And am I supposed to take it no offensively that I have 'nothing to cover up'? God, Ron, what is the bloody hell time?"
"9:30."
"Oh! I still have to wash up and get dressed and pack up my stuff and.OH! I have missed breakfast."
"Honey, honey, wow! Slow down. We've brought you breakfast." He motioned towards the food on the table.
Hermione jumped out of bed, not caring what her two friends saw anymore. She went into her bathroom, closed the door, and started to wash up.
"What are our classes for the day?" she shouted through the door.
"Magical Creatures with Hufflepuff and Potions with-"
"POTIONS! WITH SLYTHERIN? GREAT! NO, BETTER!" she yelled loud and clear and cut off Harry.
Hermione came back out; towel wrapped around her and went to her dresser drawers.
"Whoo-hoo! My baby's hot!" Ron whistled as Hermione came out to get her clothes.
"You won't have a hot baby if you keep that up. Either only talk when I ask you a question or leave," she paused for a second, "And thank you for flattering me," and she continued to pull out her clothes and went back into the bathroom to change.
When she came back out she looked very stylish for hurrying but for one thing, her hair.
She glanced in the mirror and noticed immediately that it was still wet and ugly. She grabbed her wand and with a quick charm and wrist flick, her hair was straight down her back, dry, with soft layers.
"Well, my darling, you look very nice today."
"Thank you. Now I just have to wait for my pulse to slow down."
"Well, I'm sorry, but I'm afraid that it will speed up when I do this," Ron dipped down and kissed her smack on the lips. He then continued to lay her down on the bed and kiss her collarbone.
"Oh God, you two do know, this is school and we will be late if you don't hurry. No, I rephrase that, you will be late, I'm leaving."
"Oh yeah! Come on, I'll finish with you later," and with that Hermione pushed herself up and grabbed Ron's shirt collar in one hand and an apple in the other and gently pulled Ron towards the door.
~*~*~*~*~
Care of Magical Creatures went well as usual. Classes with Hufflepuffs were always fine, and it made the class even better that Hagrid was teaching it.
Hermione, Ron, and Harry sat at the Gryfinndor table eating their lunch, talking like they always did of the first Quidditch match and the upcoming school year.
Harry looked over to the Slytherin table like he had on the opening night of the school year and noticed once again that Malfoy was flirting with the girl. It was the same girl as the night before. There was a difference now though. This time he acted worse, he even giggled once. This was really odd for a Malfoy.
"So, you ready to go to potions, Harry?"
Harry snapped back into reality, "How could anybody be ready?"
With that, the trio trudged off to the dungeons. They found seats, Harry and Ron sitting next to each other and Hermione sitting at the table next to them.
"OH! I must've left my book back in the great hall. I'll be right back," and with that she got up and left.
She was on her way back when somebody pulled her into an empty classroom and locked the door.
"Granger, I need to know something."
"What? Did your dad do something to you?"
"No, but he might after I do this." He went up to her and kissed her passionately on the lips.
"Oh, yes, he would punish you for that."
"Did you feel anything?"
"Sparks between our lips like fireworks bursting in the sky, you?"
"God damn it! You're poetic, too! I felt the same thing. I didn't want to feel it, but I knew that there was something between us last night when we were talking. I thought maybe I was just loosing my mind, but I knew there was something when I couldn't even flirt properly."
"Oh God. I'm in love with Ron though. I can't be in love with two guys, I just can't. I couldn't have felt anything for you, it is-"
He grabbed her shoulders and gently kissed her again. He looked into her eyes, entrancing her in his. He gently stroked her cheek.
"Amazing," she said to finish her sentence. They kissed again but this time she gave way to his weight and leaned back on the desk. She couldn't believe she was doing this.
He started to kiss her cheek and neck and collarbone. He looked at her face again and noticed that she was in total heaven and had a look of serenity. He looked at his watch. "We have to go. Shape will kill us."
"CLASS! RON! HARRY! Oh, I'm sorry Draco, I really am, but I can't love you. Not now, not ever. I really want to, but it wouldn't work out. I'm a Gryfinndor and you're a-"
"Slytherin. The curse of the Malfoys." Draco and Hermione got up and straightened their clothes and hair. "Promise me one thing, just one."
"Go ahead."
"Well, I'll tell you after class, we have to run."
They ran to class as fast as they could. Draco stopped for a few seconds so that Hermione could get ahead of him so they wouldn't be suspicious. When he walked into the classroom, he noticed all of the seats were taken except the one right next to Hermione. He had no choice but to sit there. He didn't want to, he knew he'd have to sit there all year and he didn't want to have to suffer through the pain if she put him down, but he had no choice. He sauntered to the seat and flopped down.
Snape went through his usual shpeel and before the class knew it, it was over and no pain had been inflicted.
Everyone quickly left the class, fearing homework might be assigned if they stayed.
As Hermione, Ron, and Harry left the class together, Draco pushed by Hermione in a large rush and stuffed something in her hand as he passed.
Once she was alone, she opened up the note from Draco and read it.
She wouldn't believe then what she was going to do next would effect so much.
Chapter Five: A Loss for Talk
The next day things were on the communication level they were before the night that Hermione and Draco had talked. Hermione had been able to finish her paper at two pages by exaggerating a bit of her material.
Everybody was awake already except for one person. Hermione was soundly sleeping in her bed, her eyes softly closed. She looked like an angel to the two onlookers.
Next to her bedside was a plate of fruit and a roll. Next to the plate was a goblet of orange juice.
The sun was starting to peep in through the window and the deep scarlet was turning a lighter red.
One of the persons stood up from the place that they were seated next to her bed and went to her bedside and kneeled.
He pushed back the hair that was covering Hermione's face and placed it gently behind her ear. She moved a bit but remained in her place in her bed. "Sweet cakes, it's time to get up. You're going to be late for class if you don't get up now."
Hermione fluttered her eyes open as she spoke, "Draco?"
"Draco? Why would you think Draco would call you Sweet cakes?"
Hermione quickly opened her eyes and after the sun had finished blasting her eyesight, came to the realization that it was Ron and Harry, not Draco.
"Oh! How did you get in the Prefect's dorms? I thought it was Draco because he is in this dorm! What bloody time is it?" She sat up, but quickly realized what she was wearing and lay back down so that the sheets covered her.
"Hermione, this isn't the first time we've seen you dressed like this. You have nothing to cover up from us," Harry retorted from behind Ron.
"Oh I don't, do I? Why have you been in my room? And me not know about it! And am I supposed to take it no offensively that I have 'nothing to cover up'? God, Ron, what is the bloody hell time?"
"9:30."
"Oh! I still have to wash up and get dressed and pack up my stuff and.OH! I have missed breakfast."
"Honey, honey, wow! Slow down. We've brought you breakfast." He motioned towards the food on the table.
Hermione jumped out of bed, not caring what her two friends saw anymore. She went into her bathroom, closed the door, and started to wash up.
"What are our classes for the day?" she shouted through the door.
"Magical Creatures with Hufflepuff and Potions with-"
"POTIONS! WITH SLYTHERIN? GREAT! NO, BETTER!" she yelled loud and clear and cut off Harry.
Hermione came back out; towel wrapped around her and went to her dresser drawers.
"Whoo-hoo! My baby's hot!" Ron whistled as Hermione came out to get her clothes.
"You won't have a hot baby if you keep that up. Either only talk when I ask you a question or leave," she paused for a second, "And thank you for flattering me," and she continued to pull out her clothes and went back into the bathroom to change.
When she came back out she looked very stylish for hurrying but for one thing, her hair.
She glanced in the mirror and noticed immediately that it was still wet and ugly. She grabbed her wand and with a quick charm and wrist flick, her hair was straight down her back, dry, with soft layers.
"Well, my darling, you look very nice today."
"Thank you. Now I just have to wait for my pulse to slow down."
"Well, I'm sorry, but I'm afraid that it will speed up when I do this," Ron dipped down and kissed her smack on the lips. He then continued to lay her down on the bed and kiss her collarbone.
"Oh God, you two do know, this is school and we will be late if you don't hurry. No, I rephrase that, you will be late, I'm leaving."
"Oh yeah! Come on, I'll finish with you later," and with that Hermione pushed herself up and grabbed Ron's shirt collar in one hand and an apple in the other and gently pulled Ron towards the door.
~*~*~*~*~
Care of Magical Creatures went well as usual. Classes with Hufflepuffs were always fine, and it made the class even better that Hagrid was teaching it.
Hermione, Ron, and Harry sat at the Gryfinndor table eating their lunch, talking like they always did of the first Quidditch match and the upcoming school year.
Harry looked over to the Slytherin table like he had on the opening night of the school year and noticed once again that Malfoy was flirting with the girl. It was the same girl as the night before. There was a difference now though. This time he acted worse, he even giggled once. This was really odd for a Malfoy.
"So, you ready to go to potions, Harry?"
Harry snapped back into reality, "How could anybody be ready?"
With that, the trio trudged off to the dungeons. They found seats, Harry and Ron sitting next to each other and Hermione sitting at the table next to them.
"OH! I must've left my book back in the great hall. I'll be right back," and with that she got up and left.
She was on her way back when somebody pulled her into an empty classroom and locked the door.
"Granger, I need to know something."
"What? Did your dad do something to you?"
"No, but he might after I do this." He went up to her and kissed her passionately on the lips.
"Oh, yes, he would punish you for that."
"Did you feel anything?"
"Sparks between our lips like fireworks bursting in the sky, you?"
"God damn it! You're poetic, too! I felt the same thing. I didn't want to feel it, but I knew that there was something between us last night when we were talking. I thought maybe I was just loosing my mind, but I knew there was something when I couldn't even flirt properly."
"Oh God. I'm in love with Ron though. I can't be in love with two guys, I just can't. I couldn't have felt anything for you, it is-"
He grabbed her shoulders and gently kissed her again. He looked into her eyes, entrancing her in his. He gently stroked her cheek.
"Amazing," she said to finish her sentence. They kissed again but this time she gave way to his weight and leaned back on the desk. She couldn't believe she was doing this.
He started to kiss her cheek and neck and collarbone. He looked at her face again and noticed that she was in total heaven and had a look of serenity. He looked at his watch. "We have to go. Shape will kill us."
"CLASS! RON! HARRY! Oh, I'm sorry Draco, I really am, but I can't love you. Not now, not ever. I really want to, but it wouldn't work out. I'm a Gryfinndor and you're a-"
"Slytherin. The curse of the Malfoys." Draco and Hermione got up and straightened their clothes and hair. "Promise me one thing, just one."
"Go ahead."
"Well, I'll tell you after class, we have to run."
They ran to class as fast as they could. Draco stopped for a few seconds so that Hermione could get ahead of him so they wouldn't be suspicious. When he walked into the classroom, he noticed all of the seats were taken except the one right next to Hermione. He had no choice but to sit there. He didn't want to, he knew he'd have to sit there all year and he didn't want to have to suffer through the pain if she put him down, but he had no choice. He sauntered to the seat and flopped down.
Snape went through his usual shpeel and before the class knew it, it was over and no pain had been inflicted.
Everyone quickly left the class, fearing homework might be assigned if they stayed.
As Hermione, Ron, and Harry left the class together, Draco pushed by Hermione in a large rush and stuffed something in her hand as he passed.
Once she was alone, she opened up the note from Draco and read it.
She wouldn't believe then what she was going to do next would effect so much.