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Demona: thanks so much! Well, I don't usually write fanfics either, but I got so fed up with revising for exams so I figured I should use my time productively! By writing a fanfic! Haha, I think the idea of Draco and Hermione is pretty good too. Anyways, thank you again. Hope you like the following chapter.
Snapegirl: thank you so much, but sorry, I have to disappoint you, coz a lot of "cuddling" happens, oops, I can't give the chapter away!! Thanks again!!
Chapter Five - Early Morning Rendezvous
Draco woke up to find he was aching all over. His neck was killing him. He twisted is neck around to loosen the muscles, and when he turned, he found another head on his shoulders. 'What the hell?' Hermione's head was still resting against his shoulder. She was still sleeping. 'God, she looks like and angel.' Draco smiled, and, while she was still asleep, placed a soft kiss on her forehead. Hermione stirred a little. Draco retreated slightly, praying that she wouldn't wake. She didn't. Draco slowly eased himself away from Hermione's warm body and laid her head where he had been sitting. Hermione shuffled a bit and Draco wrapped the comforter around a petit frame. He slowly stood up and walked towards the window, it was still dark and Draco guessed that there were still a couple of hours before sunrise.
Draco turned back to Hermione's sleeping form. He walked towards her and, as gently as he could manage, he slipped an arm under her neck and an arm under her bent knees and picked her up. She was surprisingly light. He walked towards her door, then realised that he didn't know her password. He turned around and headed towards his own door and muttered his password, "Blue opal," and entered his room. He carried her to his bed and laid her on top. Draco removed the comforter from her and covered her with his green duvet. Hermione automatically snuggled up to the blanket. Draco let out a deep sigh and turned away from Hermione's sleeping form.
"Thank you Draco."
Draco turned to see Hermione facing him; eyes half open and a small smile playing on her lips. Draco smiled at her and walked back to her side. He crouched down so that his eyes were level with his.
"I was gonna take you into your own room, but I didn't know your password. You can stay in here if you want. It's a couple of hours before sunrise." Draco whispered this, still gazing into her brown eyes.
"I know. I've been awake for a while now." She placed two fingers to the spot where he had kissed her and looked into his blue eyes. A slight blush covered his cheeks and he glanced down.
"What changed, Draco? Why are you being so nice? It can't be because of what Dumbledore and Mcgonagall said. You don't work that way."
"And I suppose you know how I work?" Draco was slightly angered. He backed away and stood up. Hermione sat up in the bed and looked up at him.
"Look, I'm not trying to provoke you, or insult you. I just wanna know why."
"Nothing changed, Granger. I'm still the same person." He said.
Draco walked to the bed, picked up his t-shirt and pulled it over his head. He walked out of the room and into the bathroom. He closed the door behind him and walked towards the washbasin. He leaned on the sides and stared at his reflection. 'What did change? I'm still the same Draco Malfoy, aren't I? And why am I being so nice to her? She's nothing to me. So she's beautiful and sexy and a wonderful person, that doesn't make it necessary for me to be nice to her!' He turned the tap on and let the cold water run. He waited till the basin was filled and then dunked his entire head into the cold water.
At the sound of the door closing, Hermione got out of Draco's bed and went into the common room. She took hold of her book and went into her own room and collapsed onto her bed, still clutching the book. 'Why does he have to be so difficult?' She sighed deeply and stretched her arms over the side of her bed, releasing the book, which made a thud when it landed onto the wooden floor. Hermione grabbed one of her pillows and covered her face with it.
Draco lifted his head out of the basin and looked back at his reflection. He shook his head and his wet hair splashed onto the mirror in front of him. And as if by magic, the splash marks disappeared. He smiled and then shook his head again. 'I have changed. And it's definitely for the better!' This time, a huge grin spread across his face as he headed towards the door that led to Hermione's room. He gently opened the door and peeked in. he saw Hermione lying on her bed with a pillow on top of her head. He walked towards her bed, trying not to make a sound. He managed to reach the bottom of her bed without making a sound, and as gentle as he could manage, he took hold of her feet and massaged them tenderly.
Hermione had heard Draco enter her room; she just chose not to show it. But when he took hold of her feet, she became quite uneasy. She removed the pillow from on top of her head and looked up at Draco. She was in complete shock.
"What are you doing?" She asked, while supporting her upper body with her elbows.
"Massaging your feet, what does it look like?" Draco replied, grinning at her. Hermione found that she liked his smile very much. She looked back at him with a questioning look, but before she could say anything to him, he explained.
"I have changed Hermione, and I've changed for the better. I guess you don't know the full story, and I wanna tell you it. That is, if you wanna hear it?" Hermione nodded her head and Draco came and sat opposite her. Hermione moved her legs and crossed them beneath her. Draco did like wise and thus, he began.
"Well, I know it's not exactly the best excuse in the world, but it's the only excuse I have. I behaved in the way I did because of my father. To be truthful, he was an asshole. He was spiteful, vindictive fool who thought that he could run my life for me. And me being the cocky little bastard that I was, I let him. I let him control me. He took over my life. He made all of my decisions, and they weren't always the right ones. My mother tried to help me, she tried to get me out, but she didn't succeed. He used to beat my mother before I was born. And when I was born, the beatings came to me. I'm actually glad that they did, anything to stop him from beating my mother. Well, when I started here at Hogwarts I thought I had gotten away from him, but I couldn't have been more wrong. He had contacts everywhere and he still had an influence over my actions. He even tried to have a say in who I dated. The amount of times he tried to fix me up with Pansy was unbelievable. Anyways, everyone knew he was involved somehow with Voldermort, and when his downfall came, my father's also came. He was sent to Azkaban along with the other death-eaters. Since then my mother and I have been quite happy. She's even gone and got her self a boyfriend." Draco looked up at Hermione and grinned sheepishly.
Hermione had a look of awe on her face and it showed blatantly. She shook her head in amazement.
"Wow, that's a lot for one person to go through! And I swear if you're lying to me then I will beat the shit out of you." This time it was Draco's turn to be shocked. He stared at Hermione, mouth hanging open and eyes wide open.
"What? Why are you looking at me like that?"
"You swore, Hermione Granger swore! Whoa, did you just swear?"
"Oh, not you as well! I got an earful from Ron and Harry too. Jeez, why the hell is it so hard to believe that I swear?"
Hermione dropped her head down on her bed and sighed. This exposed her midriff and Draco had the urge to just stroke her bare tanned flesh. He reached out and stroked it, letting his hand linger around her bellybutton. Hermione took a sharp intake of breath and slowly lifted her head up to see Draco pull his hand back and looked down. She sat up and gazed at him.
"Draco Malfoy, are you trying to hint something to me?"
Hermione grinned as Draco looked up at her, blushing a ferocious red. Hermione got up on her knees and leant towards Draco. She placed her hands on his shoulders and gently pushed him back, making him land on her bed. She straddled him and leaned forward and folded her arms across his chest so that their faces were just mere inches apart. With her forefinger she rubbed his bottom lip, making him tremble slightly.
Draco just lay there dumbfounded. He never would have thought that Hermione Granger was like this. She was so blunt. And he liked it. When she straddled him he could feel the heat inside him. It was building rapidly. Her body against his was enough to make him want her, right there and then. And then her finger, god, she was toying with him so much. He lifted his head up and the space between their lips decreased ever so slightly. Draco took his hand and took hold of Hermione's finger, removing it from his lips. He raised his head a little more. When their lips were just a few millimetres apart, he spoke.
"I wasn't lying." And with that he moved his hands to her hips and easily lifted her from him and flipped her over. Now he was above her, supporting his weight with his hands, which were beside her head.
Hermione breathing was heavy and she couldn't look away from his penetrating gaze. God, she wanted to kiss him.
Draco took in the sight of this beautiful angel that lay beneath him. Her beautiful brown eyes, her cute button nose, those luscious lips. He wanted to kiss her so badly, but he knew it wasn't the time. He lifted himself off of her and got off of the bed. He stood by her bed, unable to move. Hermione sat up and stared at Draco, the confusion showing in her eyes. Draco couldn't take it anymore; he reached down and took hold of Hermione by the waste. He lifted her up quite easily and set her on her feet. Draco towered over her. He was at least seven or eight inches taller than her. Draco took hold of her face with both hands and tilted her head so that she was looking directly at him. He brought his lips down to hers and kissed her tenderly. Her lips were so soft.
Hermione couldn't believe it. She was kissing Draco, Draco Malfoy! And it was heaven. She loved it. She loved the feel of his warm rough hands against her face, she loved his lips; they were so gentle.
Draco ventured out and allowed his tongue to brush over her lips. Hermione instinctively parted her lips and allowed Draco's tongue to enter her mouth. Their tongues intertwined as the kiss became more forceful. Hermione's hands made their way up his back and up to his neck. She began playing with a few loose strands of hair. Draco pushed Hermione on to her bed, breaking the kiss. He got on top of her, supporting his weight. Their lips met again in a more ferocious way. Draco bit down onto her bottom lip, receiving a moan from Hermione. He continued to kiss her and nibble at her lip. Draco started kissing his way down her throat, planting kisses on her collarbone. Hermione tilted her head back and moaned softly as Draco continued to gnaw at her bare flesh. Draco directed his attention to the side of her throat, biting down and sucking at the flesh, leaving a slight bruise there. He then started nibbling on her earlobe, licking it and biting it. He pulled down on it, releasing another moan from Hermione. Suddenly, Hermione looked up and put a hand against Draco's chest, causing him to stop. He looked down at her, a hungry look in his eyes.
"If we don't stop now, I don't think we'll be able to later on." Hermione said, in a raspy voice.
"And what if we don't wanna stop?" Draco replied with a grin on his face.
"Draco, I can't." Hermione looked away in embarrassment and closed her eyes. Draco understood and he slowly got off of Hermione. He stood up and took hold of Hermione's hand and pulled her up. He put his arms around her waste and pulled her close into a warm hug. Hermione draped her arm around his shoulders and leaned her head onto his chest.
"Thank you." She whispered. Draco heard her.
"You're welcome." He whispered back.
Demona: thanks so much! Well, I don't usually write fanfics either, but I got so fed up with revising for exams so I figured I should use my time productively! By writing a fanfic! Haha, I think the idea of Draco and Hermione is pretty good too. Anyways, thank you again. Hope you like the following chapter.
Snapegirl: thank you so much, but sorry, I have to disappoint you, coz a lot of "cuddling" happens, oops, I can't give the chapter away!! Thanks again!!
Chapter Five - Early Morning Rendezvous
Draco woke up to find he was aching all over. His neck was killing him. He twisted is neck around to loosen the muscles, and when he turned, he found another head on his shoulders. 'What the hell?' Hermione's head was still resting against his shoulder. She was still sleeping. 'God, she looks like and angel.' Draco smiled, and, while she was still asleep, placed a soft kiss on her forehead. Hermione stirred a little. Draco retreated slightly, praying that she wouldn't wake. She didn't. Draco slowly eased himself away from Hermione's warm body and laid her head where he had been sitting. Hermione shuffled a bit and Draco wrapped the comforter around a petit frame. He slowly stood up and walked towards the window, it was still dark and Draco guessed that there were still a couple of hours before sunrise.
Draco turned back to Hermione's sleeping form. He walked towards her and, as gently as he could manage, he slipped an arm under her neck and an arm under her bent knees and picked her up. She was surprisingly light. He walked towards her door, then realised that he didn't know her password. He turned around and headed towards his own door and muttered his password, "Blue opal," and entered his room. He carried her to his bed and laid her on top. Draco removed the comforter from her and covered her with his green duvet. Hermione automatically snuggled up to the blanket. Draco let out a deep sigh and turned away from Hermione's sleeping form.
"Thank you Draco."
Draco turned to see Hermione facing him; eyes half open and a small smile playing on her lips. Draco smiled at her and walked back to her side. He crouched down so that his eyes were level with his.
"I was gonna take you into your own room, but I didn't know your password. You can stay in here if you want. It's a couple of hours before sunrise." Draco whispered this, still gazing into her brown eyes.
"I know. I've been awake for a while now." She placed two fingers to the spot where he had kissed her and looked into his blue eyes. A slight blush covered his cheeks and he glanced down.
"What changed, Draco? Why are you being so nice? It can't be because of what Dumbledore and Mcgonagall said. You don't work that way."
"And I suppose you know how I work?" Draco was slightly angered. He backed away and stood up. Hermione sat up in the bed and looked up at him.
"Look, I'm not trying to provoke you, or insult you. I just wanna know why."
"Nothing changed, Granger. I'm still the same person." He said.
Draco walked to the bed, picked up his t-shirt and pulled it over his head. He walked out of the room and into the bathroom. He closed the door behind him and walked towards the washbasin. He leaned on the sides and stared at his reflection. 'What did change? I'm still the same Draco Malfoy, aren't I? And why am I being so nice to her? She's nothing to me. So she's beautiful and sexy and a wonderful person, that doesn't make it necessary for me to be nice to her!' He turned the tap on and let the cold water run. He waited till the basin was filled and then dunked his entire head into the cold water.
At the sound of the door closing, Hermione got out of Draco's bed and went into the common room. She took hold of her book and went into her own room and collapsed onto her bed, still clutching the book. 'Why does he have to be so difficult?' She sighed deeply and stretched her arms over the side of her bed, releasing the book, which made a thud when it landed onto the wooden floor. Hermione grabbed one of her pillows and covered her face with it.
Draco lifted his head out of the basin and looked back at his reflection. He shook his head and his wet hair splashed onto the mirror in front of him. And as if by magic, the splash marks disappeared. He smiled and then shook his head again. 'I have changed. And it's definitely for the better!' This time, a huge grin spread across his face as he headed towards the door that led to Hermione's room. He gently opened the door and peeked in. he saw Hermione lying on her bed with a pillow on top of her head. He walked towards her bed, trying not to make a sound. He managed to reach the bottom of her bed without making a sound, and as gentle as he could manage, he took hold of her feet and massaged them tenderly.
Hermione had heard Draco enter her room; she just chose not to show it. But when he took hold of her feet, she became quite uneasy. She removed the pillow from on top of her head and looked up at Draco. She was in complete shock.
"What are you doing?" She asked, while supporting her upper body with her elbows.
"Massaging your feet, what does it look like?" Draco replied, grinning at her. Hermione found that she liked his smile very much. She looked back at him with a questioning look, but before she could say anything to him, he explained.
"I have changed Hermione, and I've changed for the better. I guess you don't know the full story, and I wanna tell you it. That is, if you wanna hear it?" Hermione nodded her head and Draco came and sat opposite her. Hermione moved her legs and crossed them beneath her. Draco did like wise and thus, he began.
"Well, I know it's not exactly the best excuse in the world, but it's the only excuse I have. I behaved in the way I did because of my father. To be truthful, he was an asshole. He was spiteful, vindictive fool who thought that he could run my life for me. And me being the cocky little bastard that I was, I let him. I let him control me. He took over my life. He made all of my decisions, and they weren't always the right ones. My mother tried to help me, she tried to get me out, but she didn't succeed. He used to beat my mother before I was born. And when I was born, the beatings came to me. I'm actually glad that they did, anything to stop him from beating my mother. Well, when I started here at Hogwarts I thought I had gotten away from him, but I couldn't have been more wrong. He had contacts everywhere and he still had an influence over my actions. He even tried to have a say in who I dated. The amount of times he tried to fix me up with Pansy was unbelievable. Anyways, everyone knew he was involved somehow with Voldermort, and when his downfall came, my father's also came. He was sent to Azkaban along with the other death-eaters. Since then my mother and I have been quite happy. She's even gone and got her self a boyfriend." Draco looked up at Hermione and grinned sheepishly.
Hermione had a look of awe on her face and it showed blatantly. She shook her head in amazement.
"Wow, that's a lot for one person to go through! And I swear if you're lying to me then I will beat the shit out of you." This time it was Draco's turn to be shocked. He stared at Hermione, mouth hanging open and eyes wide open.
"What? Why are you looking at me like that?"
"You swore, Hermione Granger swore! Whoa, did you just swear?"
"Oh, not you as well! I got an earful from Ron and Harry too. Jeez, why the hell is it so hard to believe that I swear?"
Hermione dropped her head down on her bed and sighed. This exposed her midriff and Draco had the urge to just stroke her bare tanned flesh. He reached out and stroked it, letting his hand linger around her bellybutton. Hermione took a sharp intake of breath and slowly lifted her head up to see Draco pull his hand back and looked down. She sat up and gazed at him.
"Draco Malfoy, are you trying to hint something to me?"
Hermione grinned as Draco looked up at her, blushing a ferocious red. Hermione got up on her knees and leant towards Draco. She placed her hands on his shoulders and gently pushed him back, making him land on her bed. She straddled him and leaned forward and folded her arms across his chest so that their faces were just mere inches apart. With her forefinger she rubbed his bottom lip, making him tremble slightly.
Draco just lay there dumbfounded. He never would have thought that Hermione Granger was like this. She was so blunt. And he liked it. When she straddled him he could feel the heat inside him. It was building rapidly. Her body against his was enough to make him want her, right there and then. And then her finger, god, she was toying with him so much. He lifted his head up and the space between their lips decreased ever so slightly. Draco took his hand and took hold of Hermione's finger, removing it from his lips. He raised his head a little more. When their lips were just a few millimetres apart, he spoke.
"I wasn't lying." And with that he moved his hands to her hips and easily lifted her from him and flipped her over. Now he was above her, supporting his weight with his hands, which were beside her head.
Hermione breathing was heavy and she couldn't look away from his penetrating gaze. God, she wanted to kiss him.
Draco took in the sight of this beautiful angel that lay beneath him. Her beautiful brown eyes, her cute button nose, those luscious lips. He wanted to kiss her so badly, but he knew it wasn't the time. He lifted himself off of her and got off of the bed. He stood by her bed, unable to move. Hermione sat up and stared at Draco, the confusion showing in her eyes. Draco couldn't take it anymore; he reached down and took hold of Hermione by the waste. He lifted her up quite easily and set her on her feet. Draco towered over her. He was at least seven or eight inches taller than her. Draco took hold of her face with both hands and tilted her head so that she was looking directly at him. He brought his lips down to hers and kissed her tenderly. Her lips were so soft.
Hermione couldn't believe it. She was kissing Draco, Draco Malfoy! And it was heaven. She loved it. She loved the feel of his warm rough hands against her face, she loved his lips; they were so gentle.
Draco ventured out and allowed his tongue to brush over her lips. Hermione instinctively parted her lips and allowed Draco's tongue to enter her mouth. Their tongues intertwined as the kiss became more forceful. Hermione's hands made their way up his back and up to his neck. She began playing with a few loose strands of hair. Draco pushed Hermione on to her bed, breaking the kiss. He got on top of her, supporting his weight. Their lips met again in a more ferocious way. Draco bit down onto her bottom lip, receiving a moan from Hermione. He continued to kiss her and nibble at her lip. Draco started kissing his way down her throat, planting kisses on her collarbone. Hermione tilted her head back and moaned softly as Draco continued to gnaw at her bare flesh. Draco directed his attention to the side of her throat, biting down and sucking at the flesh, leaving a slight bruise there. He then started nibbling on her earlobe, licking it and biting it. He pulled down on it, releasing another moan from Hermione. Suddenly, Hermione looked up and put a hand against Draco's chest, causing him to stop. He looked down at her, a hungry look in his eyes.
"If we don't stop now, I don't think we'll be able to later on." Hermione said, in a raspy voice.
"And what if we don't wanna stop?" Draco replied with a grin on his face.
"Draco, I can't." Hermione looked away in embarrassment and closed her eyes. Draco understood and he slowly got off of Hermione. He stood up and took hold of Hermione's hand and pulled her up. He put his arms around her waste and pulled her close into a warm hug. Hermione draped her arm around his shoulders and leaned her head onto his chest.
"Thank you." She whispered. Draco heard her.
"You're welcome." He whispered back.