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Chapter Four - Late Night Encounters With a Little Light Reading
Draco's pov
"Why can't I get to sleep?" Draco murmured to himself. It was 1am and he hadn't slept a wink. He paced around his room, occasionally glancing out of one of the windows. All he could see was the pitch-blackness of the grounds. He walked towards his bed and lay down on top of the comforter. As he lay there his thoughts occasionally returned to Hermione. There was something about her that he found quite enticing. So she had matured a bit, okay a lot. She was good looking, her body was pretty awesome and her hair was so, touchable, whenever he glanced at it he felt like running his hand through it. It was so inviting.
Draco shook his head of these strange thoughts. He thought back to when his father was still around, before the downfall of Voldermort. 'What would he have to say if he found out about Hermione?' Fortunately for him, as well as his mother, Lucious was brought down, as well as all the rest of the death-eaters. All that were captured were sent to Azkaban. And the rest were hunted down by groups of aurors. Draco was glad it had ended up this way. He didn't particularly like his father; he was always looking down at Draco, telling him how stupid and useless he was. Not to mention all the beatings. Ok so they weren't very often, but he still got them.
But that's all over now. His father was locked away and he was happier than he had ever been. This situation with Granger however will need to be sorted out. He sort of regretted calling her all those foul names. He could use the excuse that it was because of his father, but who was going to believe that? 'Oh well, no use dwelling about it now.' Draco stood up once again, removed the black t-shirt he was wearing and threw it onto his bed. His pale flesh glistened in the moonlight, his six-pack clearly visible. All that Quidditch playing had certainly paid off; a muscular body and his seeker skills had improved. His white blonde hair was no longer slicked back, but left on its own, occasionally falling in front of his face.
Draco continued to pace around his room, bare-footed, only wearing his black boxer shorts. He let out a deep sigh and turned to leave his room, but not before picking up his wand and comforter, and enter the common room that he shared with Hermione.
He opened his door and glanced outside; seeing nothing and no one he stepped into the common room and headed towards the fireplace. He pointed his wand towards it and muttered, "litae de flamo." The fire grew in the fireplace and Draco walked towards the bookshelf. He scanned the books and picked out a red, leather bound book that had the words "How to catch a fish" embedded in the spine. He took the book back to the fireplace and sat down on the couch, wrapping the comforter around him and began to read.
Hermione's pov
Hermione sat up in her bed, startled by the dream she had. She found that she was all sweaty and clammy and her breaths were short and raspy. She looked at her digital clock and saw that it was 1:45am. She got out of bed, grasped her wand and walked towards the bathroom door. Hermione opened the door and found it empty. 'What was I expecting? Draco: naked in the bathtub? Whoa did I just think that? Oh my god!' She walked in and muttered "lumos," and her wand lit up. She placed it on the side and turned on the cold-water tap at the washbasin. She splashed cold water over her face and poured some down her neck. The water trickled down her throat and made its way between her breasts. The cool water felt refreshing on her burning skin. She filled up the glass with cold water and gulped it down in one go.
"Did I really have that dream?" She wondered out loud to herself while taking in her appearance in the mirror in front of her. She let out a sigh and then attempted to calm down her hair. Although she had had it straightened out, it still got a little frizzy every now and again, especially when she woke up. Hermione managed to get it in a twist and while she was still holding it in place, she walked back into her room and grabbed a pencil and stuck it in her hair to hold it in place. She walked back into the bathroom and looked at her appearance again, focusing on her breasts. 'They're not that small, although it would be nice if they were a bit bigger. Oh well, can't do much about that.' Hermione thought to herself. She picked up her wand and left that bathroom
Hermione was wearing her pink flannel shorts and a white tank top. She slipped her feet into a pair of pink slippers and took a hold of a white satin nightgown that reached the floor. She wrapped it around her. She grabbed the book that she was in the middle of reading and left her room. She entered the common room to find a fire lit and Draco sitting in front of it with a book in his hands. She admired his glowing face and saw the concentration in his eyes as he read the page in front of him. She took a step and the floor creaked beneath her foot and she froze.
Draco knew she was there, he could feel her presence behind him. He continued reading until he heard the creak. He turned around to see a girl with an angelic essence, dressed in white with strands of brown hair hanging loosely around her glowing face. This image was demolished however when his eyes rested on the pink shorts she wore. He smirked at Hermione and then stood up.
"Why are you smirking Malfoy?" Hermione asked accusingly while walking towards him.
"Well, the pink shorts are a bit of a contrast to the rest of your ensemble." He smiled at her, a real smile that almost made Hermione weak at the knees. She returned the smile and rolled her eyes while taking a seat on the Gryffindor decorated armchair. Draco sat down again and picked up the book he was reading.
"What are you reading?" Hermione asked as she lifted her gaze from the fire and glanced at Draco.
"It's a muggle book, something about catching fish. Quite funny actually, they wear these thigh high boots and go out into the water and throw a large net out and they expect fish to swim into it." He looked up to find Hermione grinning. He raised a questioning eyebrow at her. She shook her head and looked back at the fire.
"And what are you reading?" He replied. She looked down at the book that was in her hands and then looked at Draco.
"It's a muggle play, it's called 'Romeo and Juliet' by William Shakespeare." Draco nodded his head. Hermione turned away and returned her gaze to the fire.
"Why are you out here?" It was Hermione who had spoken.
"I couldn't sleep."
"Oh." She replied, still looking at the fire.
"And you?"
"Had a strange dream." She looked up at Draco and he could see a slight blush in her cheeks. He decided to pursue her embarrassment.
"And what was the dream about?"
"You." She replied bluntly. She stood up and walked past Draco towards the window. Her strong scent entered his nose and all he could smell was the aroma of coco butter mixed with the smell of freshly laundered clothes. He turned to look at her and then stood up. He walked towards her and stopped when he was beside her. He leaned against the wall and looked at her. She turned to look at him and found that his expression was blank. She turned away and looked out the window.
"You do realise that you're only wearing boxers right?" She stated. His eyes didn't leave her face.
"Don't change the subject. What was your dream about, other than me." His tone wasn't mocking, but filled with curiosity. He softly took hold of one of her hands and led her to the couch. He sat down and pulled her down next to him. He searched her face and saw fear in her eyes.
"You don't have to be afraid of me. I'm not gonna hurt you." He said, still holding her hand.
"How do I know that for sure?" She replied. Draco reached out and took hold of her chin between his thumb and forefinger. 'Wow, her skin is so soft and silky.' He tilted her head up so that she was looking directly at him.
"I'm sorry." And he was sincere. He meant it, and Hermione realised this. She looked at him with a hint of curiosity in her eyes.
"What are you sorry for?" Draco sighed and let go of her chin. He should of known that she wouldn't have made it easy for him. Oh well, he may as well get it over and done with.
"I'm sorry for being so cruel to you. I'm sorry for abusing you and calling you foul names. I had no right to. You have the right to attend here as much as anyone else. I should never have called you a mudblood, you may be muggle born, but that doesn't make you unworthy. You're smart and intelligent, and you're beautiful." 'Whoops, that last part wasn't supposed to come out.' He turned away from her and blushed ferociously.
Hermione was still looking at him, but she now had an amused look on her face. Her smile was quite evident. She knew he was being honest with her. She could tell from the tone in his voice. Suddenly, she started chuckling. Draco turned towards her and looked at her accusingly.
"I tell you I'm sorry and you laugh at me? That's nice! Charming!" Draco exclaimed, outraged at her reaction. Once Hermione had calmed down and stopped laughing she explained to him.
"I'm not laughing at you, I'm laughing at me. At my stupid dream."
"Well tell me what it was about then, considering I was in it."
"Well, it was just a stupid dream, it doesn't mean anything. It was you and I. We were playing a muggle game. And that's it." She said.
"You're lying! Come on, tell me!" Draco protested.
"Seriously, that's all that happened!"
"Fine, keep your secrets! I couldn't care less!" He stood up to leave but stopped dead in his tracks when he felt Hermione's hand on his arm.
"Don't go, please?" the look on her face made him want to melt, right there and then. He sat back down next to her, facing her.
"Why not?" he questioned.
"Because,"
"Because what?"
"Because, because I was just beginning to enjoy myself," she replied, blushing slightly.
"Oh, really? Hermione Granger enjoying herself in the presence of Draco Malfoy? Impossible!" he said in a dismissive manner. He was playing with her. He was enjoying himself as well. He never knew Hermione could be so friendly.
"Yes, really. Please stay." Hermione put on her famous puppy dog look and knew instantly that it had worked as Draco's face had softened. Hermione lifted her legs onto the couch and wrapped her arms around herself to keep her warm.
"Read me a bit of your book, please." Hermione turned to see Draco looking at her intently. She opened her book and started reading. As she read, Draco continued to look at her, admiring her form. Her voice was beautiful; it was like music to his ears. She stopped reading and looked up to find Draco staring at her.
"Do you want to read a bit?" She asked, holding out the book. He took the book and shifted positions so that his side was touching Hermione's. She shivered at his touch and he looked at her.
"Are you cold?" Draco asked her. She nodded slightly and in a flash, the comforter that was around his shoulders was wrapped around both of their shoulders, making them even closer than before. Draco began to read and to make herself more comfortable; Hermione leaned into Draco's arm, resting her head on his shoulder. Draco looked down at her and smiled before he continued reading.
Snapegirl: thanks loads! Will be updating whenever I can! Serpent de feu: thank you! Lol, alright, no worries, I followed your instructions and am awaiting more reviews! Hehehe, hopefully you'll like the following, it's mostly about Draco! And Hermione!
Chapter Four - Late Night Encounters With a Little Light Reading
Draco's pov
"Why can't I get to sleep?" Draco murmured to himself. It was 1am and he hadn't slept a wink. He paced around his room, occasionally glancing out of one of the windows. All he could see was the pitch-blackness of the grounds. He walked towards his bed and lay down on top of the comforter. As he lay there his thoughts occasionally returned to Hermione. There was something about her that he found quite enticing. So she had matured a bit, okay a lot. She was good looking, her body was pretty awesome and her hair was so, touchable, whenever he glanced at it he felt like running his hand through it. It was so inviting.
Draco shook his head of these strange thoughts. He thought back to when his father was still around, before the downfall of Voldermort. 'What would he have to say if he found out about Hermione?' Fortunately for him, as well as his mother, Lucious was brought down, as well as all the rest of the death-eaters. All that were captured were sent to Azkaban. And the rest were hunted down by groups of aurors. Draco was glad it had ended up this way. He didn't particularly like his father; he was always looking down at Draco, telling him how stupid and useless he was. Not to mention all the beatings. Ok so they weren't very often, but he still got them.
But that's all over now. His father was locked away and he was happier than he had ever been. This situation with Granger however will need to be sorted out. He sort of regretted calling her all those foul names. He could use the excuse that it was because of his father, but who was going to believe that? 'Oh well, no use dwelling about it now.' Draco stood up once again, removed the black t-shirt he was wearing and threw it onto his bed. His pale flesh glistened in the moonlight, his six-pack clearly visible. All that Quidditch playing had certainly paid off; a muscular body and his seeker skills had improved. His white blonde hair was no longer slicked back, but left on its own, occasionally falling in front of his face.
Draco continued to pace around his room, bare-footed, only wearing his black boxer shorts. He let out a deep sigh and turned to leave his room, but not before picking up his wand and comforter, and enter the common room that he shared with Hermione.
He opened his door and glanced outside; seeing nothing and no one he stepped into the common room and headed towards the fireplace. He pointed his wand towards it and muttered, "litae de flamo." The fire grew in the fireplace and Draco walked towards the bookshelf. He scanned the books and picked out a red, leather bound book that had the words "How to catch a fish" embedded in the spine. He took the book back to the fireplace and sat down on the couch, wrapping the comforter around him and began to read.
Hermione's pov
Hermione sat up in her bed, startled by the dream she had. She found that she was all sweaty and clammy and her breaths were short and raspy. She looked at her digital clock and saw that it was 1:45am. She got out of bed, grasped her wand and walked towards the bathroom door. Hermione opened the door and found it empty. 'What was I expecting? Draco: naked in the bathtub? Whoa did I just think that? Oh my god!' She walked in and muttered "lumos," and her wand lit up. She placed it on the side and turned on the cold-water tap at the washbasin. She splashed cold water over her face and poured some down her neck. The water trickled down her throat and made its way between her breasts. The cool water felt refreshing on her burning skin. She filled up the glass with cold water and gulped it down in one go.
"Did I really have that dream?" She wondered out loud to herself while taking in her appearance in the mirror in front of her. She let out a sigh and then attempted to calm down her hair. Although she had had it straightened out, it still got a little frizzy every now and again, especially when she woke up. Hermione managed to get it in a twist and while she was still holding it in place, she walked back into her room and grabbed a pencil and stuck it in her hair to hold it in place. She walked back into the bathroom and looked at her appearance again, focusing on her breasts. 'They're not that small, although it would be nice if they were a bit bigger. Oh well, can't do much about that.' Hermione thought to herself. She picked up her wand and left that bathroom
Hermione was wearing her pink flannel shorts and a white tank top. She slipped her feet into a pair of pink slippers and took a hold of a white satin nightgown that reached the floor. She wrapped it around her. She grabbed the book that she was in the middle of reading and left her room. She entered the common room to find a fire lit and Draco sitting in front of it with a book in his hands. She admired his glowing face and saw the concentration in his eyes as he read the page in front of him. She took a step and the floor creaked beneath her foot and she froze.
Draco knew she was there, he could feel her presence behind him. He continued reading until he heard the creak. He turned around to see a girl with an angelic essence, dressed in white with strands of brown hair hanging loosely around her glowing face. This image was demolished however when his eyes rested on the pink shorts she wore. He smirked at Hermione and then stood up.
"Why are you smirking Malfoy?" Hermione asked accusingly while walking towards him.
"Well, the pink shorts are a bit of a contrast to the rest of your ensemble." He smiled at her, a real smile that almost made Hermione weak at the knees. She returned the smile and rolled her eyes while taking a seat on the Gryffindor decorated armchair. Draco sat down again and picked up the book he was reading.
"What are you reading?" Hermione asked as she lifted her gaze from the fire and glanced at Draco.
"It's a muggle book, something about catching fish. Quite funny actually, they wear these thigh high boots and go out into the water and throw a large net out and they expect fish to swim into it." He looked up to find Hermione grinning. He raised a questioning eyebrow at her. She shook her head and looked back at the fire.
"And what are you reading?" He replied. She looked down at the book that was in her hands and then looked at Draco.
"It's a muggle play, it's called 'Romeo and Juliet' by William Shakespeare." Draco nodded his head. Hermione turned away and returned her gaze to the fire.
"Why are you out here?" It was Hermione who had spoken.
"I couldn't sleep."
"Oh." She replied, still looking at the fire.
"And you?"
"Had a strange dream." She looked up at Draco and he could see a slight blush in her cheeks. He decided to pursue her embarrassment.
"And what was the dream about?"
"You." She replied bluntly. She stood up and walked past Draco towards the window. Her strong scent entered his nose and all he could smell was the aroma of coco butter mixed with the smell of freshly laundered clothes. He turned to look at her and then stood up. He walked towards her and stopped when he was beside her. He leaned against the wall and looked at her. She turned to look at him and found that his expression was blank. She turned away and looked out the window.
"You do realise that you're only wearing boxers right?" She stated. His eyes didn't leave her face.
"Don't change the subject. What was your dream about, other than me." His tone wasn't mocking, but filled with curiosity. He softly took hold of one of her hands and led her to the couch. He sat down and pulled her down next to him. He searched her face and saw fear in her eyes.
"You don't have to be afraid of me. I'm not gonna hurt you." He said, still holding her hand.
"How do I know that for sure?" She replied. Draco reached out and took hold of her chin between his thumb and forefinger. 'Wow, her skin is so soft and silky.' He tilted her head up so that she was looking directly at him.
"I'm sorry." And he was sincere. He meant it, and Hermione realised this. She looked at him with a hint of curiosity in her eyes.
"What are you sorry for?" Draco sighed and let go of her chin. He should of known that she wouldn't have made it easy for him. Oh well, he may as well get it over and done with.
"I'm sorry for being so cruel to you. I'm sorry for abusing you and calling you foul names. I had no right to. You have the right to attend here as much as anyone else. I should never have called you a mudblood, you may be muggle born, but that doesn't make you unworthy. You're smart and intelligent, and you're beautiful." 'Whoops, that last part wasn't supposed to come out.' He turned away from her and blushed ferociously.
Hermione was still looking at him, but she now had an amused look on her face. Her smile was quite evident. She knew he was being honest with her. She could tell from the tone in his voice. Suddenly, she started chuckling. Draco turned towards her and looked at her accusingly.
"I tell you I'm sorry and you laugh at me? That's nice! Charming!" Draco exclaimed, outraged at her reaction. Once Hermione had calmed down and stopped laughing she explained to him.
"I'm not laughing at you, I'm laughing at me. At my stupid dream."
"Well tell me what it was about then, considering I was in it."
"Well, it was just a stupid dream, it doesn't mean anything. It was you and I. We were playing a muggle game. And that's it." She said.
"You're lying! Come on, tell me!" Draco protested.
"Seriously, that's all that happened!"
"Fine, keep your secrets! I couldn't care less!" He stood up to leave but stopped dead in his tracks when he felt Hermione's hand on his arm.
"Don't go, please?" the look on her face made him want to melt, right there and then. He sat back down next to her, facing her.
"Why not?" he questioned.
"Because,"
"Because what?"
"Because, because I was just beginning to enjoy myself," she replied, blushing slightly.
"Oh, really? Hermione Granger enjoying herself in the presence of Draco Malfoy? Impossible!" he said in a dismissive manner. He was playing with her. He was enjoying himself as well. He never knew Hermione could be so friendly.
"Yes, really. Please stay." Hermione put on her famous puppy dog look and knew instantly that it had worked as Draco's face had softened. Hermione lifted her legs onto the couch and wrapped her arms around herself to keep her warm.
"Read me a bit of your book, please." Hermione turned to see Draco looking at her intently. She opened her book and started reading. As she read, Draco continued to look at her, admiring her form. Her voice was beautiful; it was like music to his ears. She stopped reading and looked up to find Draco staring at her.
"Do you want to read a bit?" She asked, holding out the book. He took the book and shifted positions so that his side was touching Hermione's. She shivered at his touch and he looked at her.
"Are you cold?" Draco asked her. She nodded slightly and in a flash, the comforter that was around his shoulders was wrapped around both of their shoulders, making them even closer than before. Draco began to read and to make herself more comfortable; Hermione leaned into Draco's arm, resting her head on his shoulder. Draco looked down at her and smiled before he continued reading.