A/N: Okay, I don't own Harry Potter. I wish I could. but I don't.
Thanks for those who reviewed and thanks to Satine-C for the tip. =)
Anyways, from where we left off.
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"Harry!"
I saw the familiar emerald eyes of my best friend and smiled. "You scared me.! What you doing here at this time?" Remember, I'm not thinking properly. I know, I'm a pretty deep thinker. Harry let go of me and we started walking towards the Gryffindor common room.
"Hermione, its 9:30. Can't I stroll about here in Hogwarts? It isn't even curfew time." Harry smiled. I loved that smile. The way it's pouty and yet cheerful, and you know, I can't explain it. Oh well. I noticed it back in our first year, and I grew quite fond of it. But of course don't like Harry. He's my friend. And friends don't fall for each other. Wait a sec while I convince myself that.
"You're right. I was just thinking of my plans for the trips to Hogsmeade, and the Balls, Head stuff. Nothing really. You just surprised me. So what's new?" I asked.
"Nothing, really. It was getting pretty boring in the common room, plus Ron only wants to play Wizard's Chess. And I'm getting tired of losing." Harry said. I laughed. Gosh, those eyes are so entrancing; I could stare at them forever! Oh, and please do not get me wrong, I like Harry as a friend. He is sweet, funny, charming, and I should not think more about him or else I could start liking him. As in liking him. And I wouldn't like that to happen.
We talked some more and I was surprised at how talkative Harry really was. As soon as we reached the portrait of the Fat Lady I mumbled the password and we stepped in. unfortunately, I missed the step and tripped. Then again, fortunately Harry was there to catch me. Talk about falling for your best friend.
And that's what happened. I did fall for Harry at that moment. Physically and emotionally, I fell for Harry Potter.
"Oh, um. sorry Harry." I whispered as I realized the position I was in. Harry was hugging me, and my head was leaning against his broad chest. 'Thank God for Quidditch,' I thought as we stayed there for a few more moments when Harry let me go. "Are you alright, Hermione?" Harry asked, eyes searching for injuries.
"I only tripped, Harry. Nothing serious! Really, you're acting like I fell down the stairs or something." I smiled at him. He did that heartmelting smile again. "Don't worry, I won't break." I laughed. Harry laughed. I love that laugh. I love the way Harry's eyes sparkle.
"So, have you done your homework yet?" I day the worst things. Curse me for saying things like that. "No, actually. I need some help with my Transfiguration essay." Harry smiled sheepishly. Damn, he's cute. Hmm. Okay, Harry. I'll help you." I smiled at him. "Really? Thanks, Hermione! You're such a great friend." My heart felt like dropping to the bottom of the lake to swim with the giant squid. A great friend. That's what Harry thinks of me.
"Where do we start?" I asked, hiding my disappointment.
Harry got his things and we sat down in front of the fire. It would have been romantic, in a normal person's perspective, but my thoughts were on what Harry said. Okay, I guess I'm overreacting. But I can't help feeling a bit depressed. When I finally fall for someone, they think of me as a friend. I sigh, thinking that I guess I'm pathetic in the love life department.
"So, what incantation do I have to say again to turn a loaf of bread into a cloak?"
Sigh.
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I watched Harry as he worked on his essay. 'Thanks, Hermione! You're such a great friend.'
"Harry, am I important to you?"
He looked up from his work and gave me a funny look. Funny and cute. Very cute.
"Hermione, of course you're important to me. I love you Hermione."
Love?!
"You love me?"
"Yeah, Hermione. You're my best friend, why wouldn't I love you?"
There goes my heart out the window and towards the lake for another swim.
"Oh, okay." I said. "I see you're done with your essay. Can I read it?" I asked, trying to change the subject, especially because of the way Harry was eyeing me.
"Hermione, are you hiding something from me? Were you expecting an answer?"
I looked at Harry and smiled at him, saying, "You're my best friend, Harry. Why would I ever hide something from you? And no, I wasn't expecting anything more than what you said." I know, I lied.
Harry smiled back and handed me his paper.
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I got back to the Head's common room at around 12:30. I expected Malfoy to be asleep. The least I expected was bumping into him.
"Ouch.!" I muttered, getting up from the floor and dusting myself off. Malfoy stood a few feet away from me, looking amused.
"And what may our dear Granger be doing out of her dorm at this time?"
"Why would you want to know?" I answered back. I wanted to go to bed. I felt completely drained from what happened. Yeah, I know. It wasn't that big a deal, what happened there in the common room with me and Harry. But when I really confirm my feelings for Harry to myself, that's when he says I'm his friend. Just a friend. A damn friend. I frowned at this thought. Damn.
"Little Granger having troubles? I doubt that you're having problems with your grades. What's pissing you off?" Malfoy came closer to me.
"Nothing's pissing me off, Malfoy. Nothing but you."
He laughed. What gave him a right to laugh? I really wanted to sulk in my room now. "Please Malfoy, bother someone else. You're wasting my life."
"But we're not finished yet." He whispered in my ear. He's getting too close for comfort.
"Not finished with what?" I asked, frowning more. I squirmed a bit out of his reach but I was trapped. Behind me was an armchair and Malfoy was coming closer. Okay, now he's scaring me. I sat down on the armchair. I know, it was a bad move if I ever want to escape from Malfoy.
"With our little project."
"What project?" I swallowed.
"The Halloween Ball. It's in a month." Malfoy straightened up and smirked.
Oh. "Can't we work on that tomorrow? It's bloody 12 midnight Malfoy!" I was really in a bad mood. Why was he teasing me?
"I thought Granger would like to get a head start. Seems not. Oh, I had something interesting in mind. Guess it would have to wait till tomorrow." Malfoy turned to walk away.
"Wait." I called him. He had an idea, that was good.
I stood up and followed him. We were at his portrait door when I put my hand out to block his way. "What's your idea?" I was curious. At least I could add more details about it before I sleep.
"This." He bent down to kiss me. I was shocked. It was soft and gentle, not like how I imagined Malfoy to kiss. Not that I thought of kissing Malfoy! His hands went to cradle my back, running them up and down my back. Then he opened his mouth and teased my lips with his tongue. Surprised, I opened my mouth and he took the opportunity to force his tongue in my mouth, exploring every crevice. Then I came to my senses.
Malfoy pulled up, rubbing his cheek which was growing red rapidly.
"That was your idea?" I was angry at him. That was low! I glared at him as he smirked.
"Come on, Granger. I knew you liked it."
"Fuck you, Malfoy."
"I'd rather fuck you than myself, thank you."
"I thought you hated 'mudbloods' like me."
"I do."
"Then what's you're problem? Why are you going around kissing me like that?"
"Because I know you enjoy it." His smirk grew and my patience shortened.
"Fuck you, Malfoy." I stormed off to my room and made sure that I slammed the door. But before I was able to shut the door I heard Malfoy. "Good night Granger. Sweet Dreams."
Fuck him. I slammed the door, making sure he heard it. The girl in the portrait screamed from the sudden movement of her environment. Oh well, I'll apologize to the girl tomorrow. I need a bath.
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A/N: How was it? I guess you guys were expecting Draco, tight? =) R&R please. =)
Thanks for those who reviewed and thanks to Satine-C for the tip. =)
Anyways, from where we left off.
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"Harry!"
I saw the familiar emerald eyes of my best friend and smiled. "You scared me.! What you doing here at this time?" Remember, I'm not thinking properly. I know, I'm a pretty deep thinker. Harry let go of me and we started walking towards the Gryffindor common room.
"Hermione, its 9:30. Can't I stroll about here in Hogwarts? It isn't even curfew time." Harry smiled. I loved that smile. The way it's pouty and yet cheerful, and you know, I can't explain it. Oh well. I noticed it back in our first year, and I grew quite fond of it. But of course don't like Harry. He's my friend. And friends don't fall for each other. Wait a sec while I convince myself that.
"You're right. I was just thinking of my plans for the trips to Hogsmeade, and the Balls, Head stuff. Nothing really. You just surprised me. So what's new?" I asked.
"Nothing, really. It was getting pretty boring in the common room, plus Ron only wants to play Wizard's Chess. And I'm getting tired of losing." Harry said. I laughed. Gosh, those eyes are so entrancing; I could stare at them forever! Oh, and please do not get me wrong, I like Harry as a friend. He is sweet, funny, charming, and I should not think more about him or else I could start liking him. As in liking him. And I wouldn't like that to happen.
We talked some more and I was surprised at how talkative Harry really was. As soon as we reached the portrait of the Fat Lady I mumbled the password and we stepped in. unfortunately, I missed the step and tripped. Then again, fortunately Harry was there to catch me. Talk about falling for your best friend.
And that's what happened. I did fall for Harry at that moment. Physically and emotionally, I fell for Harry Potter.
"Oh, um. sorry Harry." I whispered as I realized the position I was in. Harry was hugging me, and my head was leaning against his broad chest. 'Thank God for Quidditch,' I thought as we stayed there for a few more moments when Harry let me go. "Are you alright, Hermione?" Harry asked, eyes searching for injuries.
"I only tripped, Harry. Nothing serious! Really, you're acting like I fell down the stairs or something." I smiled at him. He did that heartmelting smile again. "Don't worry, I won't break." I laughed. Harry laughed. I love that laugh. I love the way Harry's eyes sparkle.
"So, have you done your homework yet?" I day the worst things. Curse me for saying things like that. "No, actually. I need some help with my Transfiguration essay." Harry smiled sheepishly. Damn, he's cute. Hmm. Okay, Harry. I'll help you." I smiled at him. "Really? Thanks, Hermione! You're such a great friend." My heart felt like dropping to the bottom of the lake to swim with the giant squid. A great friend. That's what Harry thinks of me.
"Where do we start?" I asked, hiding my disappointment.
Harry got his things and we sat down in front of the fire. It would have been romantic, in a normal person's perspective, but my thoughts were on what Harry said. Okay, I guess I'm overreacting. But I can't help feeling a bit depressed. When I finally fall for someone, they think of me as a friend. I sigh, thinking that I guess I'm pathetic in the love life department.
"So, what incantation do I have to say again to turn a loaf of bread into a cloak?"
Sigh.
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I watched Harry as he worked on his essay. 'Thanks, Hermione! You're such a great friend.'
"Harry, am I important to you?"
He looked up from his work and gave me a funny look. Funny and cute. Very cute.
"Hermione, of course you're important to me. I love you Hermione."
Love?!
"You love me?"
"Yeah, Hermione. You're my best friend, why wouldn't I love you?"
There goes my heart out the window and towards the lake for another swim.
"Oh, okay." I said. "I see you're done with your essay. Can I read it?" I asked, trying to change the subject, especially because of the way Harry was eyeing me.
"Hermione, are you hiding something from me? Were you expecting an answer?"
I looked at Harry and smiled at him, saying, "You're my best friend, Harry. Why would I ever hide something from you? And no, I wasn't expecting anything more than what you said." I know, I lied.
Harry smiled back and handed me his paper.
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I got back to the Head's common room at around 12:30. I expected Malfoy to be asleep. The least I expected was bumping into him.
"Ouch.!" I muttered, getting up from the floor and dusting myself off. Malfoy stood a few feet away from me, looking amused.
"And what may our dear Granger be doing out of her dorm at this time?"
"Why would you want to know?" I answered back. I wanted to go to bed. I felt completely drained from what happened. Yeah, I know. It wasn't that big a deal, what happened there in the common room with me and Harry. But when I really confirm my feelings for Harry to myself, that's when he says I'm his friend. Just a friend. A damn friend. I frowned at this thought. Damn.
"Little Granger having troubles? I doubt that you're having problems with your grades. What's pissing you off?" Malfoy came closer to me.
"Nothing's pissing me off, Malfoy. Nothing but you."
He laughed. What gave him a right to laugh? I really wanted to sulk in my room now. "Please Malfoy, bother someone else. You're wasting my life."
"But we're not finished yet." He whispered in my ear. He's getting too close for comfort.
"Not finished with what?" I asked, frowning more. I squirmed a bit out of his reach but I was trapped. Behind me was an armchair and Malfoy was coming closer. Okay, now he's scaring me. I sat down on the armchair. I know, it was a bad move if I ever want to escape from Malfoy.
"With our little project."
"What project?" I swallowed.
"The Halloween Ball. It's in a month." Malfoy straightened up and smirked.
Oh. "Can't we work on that tomorrow? It's bloody 12 midnight Malfoy!" I was really in a bad mood. Why was he teasing me?
"I thought Granger would like to get a head start. Seems not. Oh, I had something interesting in mind. Guess it would have to wait till tomorrow." Malfoy turned to walk away.
"Wait." I called him. He had an idea, that was good.
I stood up and followed him. We were at his portrait door when I put my hand out to block his way. "What's your idea?" I was curious. At least I could add more details about it before I sleep.
"This." He bent down to kiss me. I was shocked. It was soft and gentle, not like how I imagined Malfoy to kiss. Not that I thought of kissing Malfoy! His hands went to cradle my back, running them up and down my back. Then he opened his mouth and teased my lips with his tongue. Surprised, I opened my mouth and he took the opportunity to force his tongue in my mouth, exploring every crevice. Then I came to my senses.
Malfoy pulled up, rubbing his cheek which was growing red rapidly.
"That was your idea?" I was angry at him. That was low! I glared at him as he smirked.
"Come on, Granger. I knew you liked it."
"Fuck you, Malfoy."
"I'd rather fuck you than myself, thank you."
"I thought you hated 'mudbloods' like me."
"I do."
"Then what's you're problem? Why are you going around kissing me like that?"
"Because I know you enjoy it." His smirk grew and my patience shortened.
"Fuck you, Malfoy." I stormed off to my room and made sure that I slammed the door. But before I was able to shut the door I heard Malfoy. "Good night Granger. Sweet Dreams."
Fuck him. I slammed the door, making sure he heard it. The girl in the portrait screamed from the sudden movement of her environment. Oh well, I'll apologize to the girl tomorrow. I need a bath.
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A/N: How was it? I guess you guys were expecting Draco, tight? =) R&R please. =)