A/N: Thanks for those who reviewed! Love you guys.
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"Damn that Draco Malfoy." I muttered under my breath as I took my clothes off and lay them neatly on the rack. I slowly stepped into the tub of the Head's bathroom. More like swimming pool than tub, actually.
Once I got settled in the tub I calmed down. At least I wasn't fuming as much. I'm so tense. Harry. Harry likes me as a friend. Is that all he'll ever think of me as? A friend?
And what's with Malfoy doing that? That was so low of him! Damn him. I hate Malfoy. Like that would ever change. The day I'll like Malfoy is the day Ron proclaims his love for me. Ha! Oh, yeah. I wonder how Ron is doing. I mean, that guy's so. I don't know how to explain it. He's pretty much a woman hater. I mean, say Lavender's cute and he won't listen. Or like when there's a cute girl around and Harry and I tell him, he won't notice her. The last time Ron fell for someone was with Fleur. But she was half-Veela. That doesn't count.
I just sat there and closed my eyes. The water felt so good. It was warm and I couldn't help but drift off into sleep.
Suddenly someone yanked me from my peaceful floating. I ended up swallowing lots of soapy water. Thank God for the bubbles. At least I wasn't completely naked.
"What the-..!" I yelped. I desperately tried to stay in the water, not looking at my assailant.
"What do you think you're doing, Granger? Why are you trying to drown yourself?!"
Shit! Malfoy!
"What are you doing here?!" I shrieked. I know he's Head Boy, but still! I need my privacy.
"For your information, Malfoy, I'm taking a bath. So if you'd mind, get out!" I'm real pissed right now.
"Actually, I wanted to take a bath myself. So if you'd mind, Granger, hurry up." He smirked. Then he got up from his position beside the tub. But as he did, his lips brushed mine. What's with all the kisses?! And damn them all, they're all stolen kisses! I glared at his retreating figure. Why did he have to be Head Boy?! It should have been Harry. what on earth possessed Dumbledore to make that fucking asshole Head Boy?
I got my towel and dried myself off before I put on my clothes in front of the vanity area... I couldn't help admiring myself in the full length mirror. I mean, I have grown up.
I'm about 5'5, pale and I have a petite body. Not too small, yet not too curvy. Just right for me. I smiled at this. I was not in my underwear and I moved on to admiring my face and hair. Although my hair was still damp, it was straight, curling at the end. I like my hair now. Not like before, when it was bush. My eyes were large, and were a deep brown color, much like chocolate. Harry always said that I always looked innocent because of my features. I've got a baby face, and I like myself that way. My nose is slightly pointed, and my lips are full and pouty. Just like I like them. I could pass for beautiful if I just fixed myself up. This thought made me smile.
"Whoa, who knew Granger had such a lovely body?" I whipped my head back to see Draco Malfoy standing at the doorway leading to the tub. I looked down at myself and remembered I was in my underwear. Ooohh, that Malfoy sure has wrong timing!
I grabbed my robes then covered myself from his gaze. I glared long and hard before I stormed off.
"By the way, Granger, Nice ass."
"Fuck you Malfoy." I yelled at him. Why does he live to piss me off?
I ran into my room and jumped onto my bed and under the covers. My head hurts. I frowned some more then I tried to relax. Sigh, that was hard to do. After a couple of minutes of tossing and turning, I finally got to sleep.
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Fuck the sun for shining in my face. Fuck the curtains for not shielding me from t he sun. Fuck Draco Malfoy for being such a prick. Fuck today. Fuck. Fuck! What time is it?!
I jumped out of bed and searched for my alarm clock. Damn, damn, damn. finally! I found it under the bed and saw that it was 7:30. Sighing, I went to the bathroom to fix myself up for today.
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As I reached the common room, quite calm after the bath I had I spotted Malfoy lounging on the couch, reading a book.
"What are you doing here at this time? Aren't you supposed to be in the Great Hall? And why aren't you in your robes?" I asked Malfoy.
"Saturday." He didn't even bother looking up from his book. Nice talking, I thought. I took off my robe as I headed to my room so I could hang it back. So now I was in pretty much the same thing as yesterday. A white button-up blouse, plaid skirt and doll shoes.
"I'm going to the Great Hall," I called out to Malfoy. "Not that you're interested or anything." I muttered under my breath. Really, why was I being so nice when that prick did what he did to me last night? First he kisses me, then he drowns me, then he said what he said. And I'm being nice to him? Fuck today.
I walked down towards the Great Hall and made a bee-line to where Harry and Ron were sitting. They were, of course, playing Wizard's Chess.
"Hey guys. What's up?" I asked cheerfully. I didn't want them to be all worried and ask why I was pissed, do I? No. I don't. Both of them looked up and Ron grinned. "Hey Mione, I'm beating Harry again. That's what's up." I looked at their chessboard and noticed something.
"Harry, move your queen to D6." I whispered so Ron wouldn't hear. Harry's face lightened up when he noticed what I meant. Smiling at Ron, he followed my instructions. Moments later people heard Ron's anguished cry of defeat and Harry's whoop of triumph. I smiled at Harry and he smiled back. Damn that smile. I loved that smile. 'Thanks Hermione, you're such a great friend.' Harry's words ran through my head.
"Thanks Hermione, you're such a great friend." Harry said. Wow, how creepy. It's as if he read my mind. I smiled back and said, "No problem." Harry passed me a bowl of cereal and poured me some milk. "Thanks Harry. So what's our first class gonna be?" I asked them. Ron stared back at me with surprise and asked, "Mione, are you sick?"
"No Ron, I'm not. Really, what's the first class?" I asked, frowning at what Ron said. I'm not perfect, you know. How badly I wanted to tell everyone that.
"Mione, its Saturday. We don't have ay subjects." Ron said.
"Oh. I forgot. Even after Malfoy told me. I shook my head and glanced toward the Slytherin table. Malfoy wasn't there. Suddenly I remembered what happened last night and frowned. I frowned because of what Malfoy did to me, and also because I sorta liked it. I know, that's bad.
I shook my head, wishing that I also shook away the memory. I looked at Harry to try and forget Malfoy. There he was beside me, talking to Ginny about Quidditch. I sighed, thinking of Ginny's infatuation with Harry. And by the way Harry treats her; I guess he feels the same. I sighed. Why can't he be all sweet and stuff with me? Why can't he feel what I feel for him? I looked down at my empty bowl and glanced at Harry again. But my glance shifted to the blonde boy walking into the Great Hall.
If only he wasn't such a fucking asshole. Damn. The way he moves, it's like he's so confident with everything. It's like he knows exactly what's going to happen. I didn't notice I was staring at him until he looked at me at winked. I glared at him. Damn him! That prick's so full of himself!
I looked back at Harry and smiled at him. He looked pretty exasperated at explaining to Ginny the same thing over and over again. He was so cute when he was annoyed. I got up to go back to my room. I was getting pretty bored since no one was talking to me and at least Malfoy wasn't in our dorm. I said good-bye to my friends and walked out the hall.
Walking I kept on thinking about Harry and Ginny. They don't look good together. That's in my opinion, of course. Why can't Harry like me? I sighed. So there I was, walking down the corridor. Just walking and thinking about Harry, when someone grabbed me from behind and pinned me to the wall. What is it with all these assaults? Do I have a sign on my back that says "Grab Me"?
"Harry-.." I began. I turned to face Harry but. Wait a sec. Since when did Harry have grey eyes?
"Malfoy!"
"Hey Granger, didn't know you had a thing for Potter." Malfoy smirked. Ooohh, how I wish I could smack that smirk off. If only he wasn't holding onto my wrists. Damn him.
"I do not have a thing for Harry!" I yelled at him. Why aren't there any students in the corridors when you need them? And if I was Pinocchio I swear my nose would have been as long as my wand by now. I was getting nervous because of the position I was in. Malfoy pinned me to the wall and was holding both my wrists above me. Damn him.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" I glared at him.
"Nothing really. I just wanted to have some fun."
"At my expense?" I glared some more.
"No. I was thinking that you would enjoy it, actually."
"Really?"
"Really." He whispered in my ear. De ja vu. I glared at him and watched as he lowered his face and licked my earlobe. I gasped. What was he planning on doing?! I shivered at his touch. Malfoy started kissing from my ear down to my neck. I closed my eyes at the tingling sensation I felt caused my Malfoy's ministrations. He nibbled at my collarbone and flicked his tongue out, teasing the flesh of my neck. To my surprise, I let out a moan. I felt Malfoy smirk as he rose to my eye level.
"See? I told you you'd enjoy it." I opened my eyes and glared at him.
"Fuck you, Malfoy." Why'd he stop? Huh? Where'd that come from? Shit, I'm not thinking straight! Damn him!
"No, I'd rather fuck you." Then he kissed me. First he brushed his lips over mine, then flicked out his tongue, licking my lips. I unconsciously parted them and he slipped his tongue in, playing with my own tongue. One of his hands let go of my wrists but the other still held them together. His hand went down my back and lower till it reached my ass. I started squirming, but he closed the little gap between us. I couldn't move. Damn.
I don't know what came over me, but I just succumbed to the sensations Draco Malfoy was giving me. I didn't try to get away anymore; I just melted in his arms. I relaxed, and Malfoy let go of my wrists. Still locked in the kiss, I wrapped my arms around his neck and ran my fingers through his blonde hair.
Then he let go of me. I blinked. What the-? Then I realized why. I heard a familiar voice calling me. Damn. I hate interruptions.
"We'll finish this later, Hermione." Then he left. I shivered as he said my name. He said my name. He actually said my name. It wasn't Granger, or mudblood. He said Hermione.
"Mione! Where were you?" Ron spotted me and smiled. Harry followed him. "Where's Ginny?" I asked them. "She's in the common room." Harry answered. I looked at Harry, and correct me if I'm wrong but it looked like he was glad to get rid of her. But that look quickly disappeared when Harry asked me, "So where were you?"
"Oh, I was just wandering the halls, thinking of a theme for the Balls." My nose would be as long as a ruler by now. "How about Quidditch?" Ron suggested. "Ron, girls will b attending the Balls, you know." "Then Wizard's Chess. Girls play Wizard's Chess." Sigh. I shook my head at him and smiled.
"I'll be going to my room now, make sure Malfoy hasn't messed my things up yet." I waved good-bye and smiled as Ron said, "Mione, if he ever lays a finger on you, tell us. We'll make sure he would be Blast-ended Skrewt food when we're done with him." Harry nodded as if to agree with Ron. I laughed and hugged both of them, making sure I hugged Harry longer. "Thanks guys. See you later." I kissed them both on the cheek and noticed that both of them went red. Actually, I noticed Harry, not Ron. Please let Harry like me. I prayed over and over in my head.
I walked back to my dorm, thinking what was going to happen.
'We'll finish this later, Hermione.'
************ A/N: is it any good? Please tell me. And I need reviews. I'm not expecting a lot, it's just that I need feedback. I wanna know if I need to change something. Thanks to Serpent du feu for the tip. Thanks to Snapegirl for always reviewing! Love ya! Mwah! Please R&R.
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"Damn that Draco Malfoy." I muttered under my breath as I took my clothes off and lay them neatly on the rack. I slowly stepped into the tub of the Head's bathroom. More like swimming pool than tub, actually.
Once I got settled in the tub I calmed down. At least I wasn't fuming as much. I'm so tense. Harry. Harry likes me as a friend. Is that all he'll ever think of me as? A friend?
And what's with Malfoy doing that? That was so low of him! Damn him. I hate Malfoy. Like that would ever change. The day I'll like Malfoy is the day Ron proclaims his love for me. Ha! Oh, yeah. I wonder how Ron is doing. I mean, that guy's so. I don't know how to explain it. He's pretty much a woman hater. I mean, say Lavender's cute and he won't listen. Or like when there's a cute girl around and Harry and I tell him, he won't notice her. The last time Ron fell for someone was with Fleur. But she was half-Veela. That doesn't count.
I just sat there and closed my eyes. The water felt so good. It was warm and I couldn't help but drift off into sleep.
Suddenly someone yanked me from my peaceful floating. I ended up swallowing lots of soapy water. Thank God for the bubbles. At least I wasn't completely naked.
"What the-..!" I yelped. I desperately tried to stay in the water, not looking at my assailant.
"What do you think you're doing, Granger? Why are you trying to drown yourself?!"
Shit! Malfoy!
"What are you doing here?!" I shrieked. I know he's Head Boy, but still! I need my privacy.
"For your information, Malfoy, I'm taking a bath. So if you'd mind, get out!" I'm real pissed right now.
"Actually, I wanted to take a bath myself. So if you'd mind, Granger, hurry up." He smirked. Then he got up from his position beside the tub. But as he did, his lips brushed mine. What's with all the kisses?! And damn them all, they're all stolen kisses! I glared at his retreating figure. Why did he have to be Head Boy?! It should have been Harry. what on earth possessed Dumbledore to make that fucking asshole Head Boy?
I got my towel and dried myself off before I put on my clothes in front of the vanity area... I couldn't help admiring myself in the full length mirror. I mean, I have grown up.
I'm about 5'5, pale and I have a petite body. Not too small, yet not too curvy. Just right for me. I smiled at this. I was not in my underwear and I moved on to admiring my face and hair. Although my hair was still damp, it was straight, curling at the end. I like my hair now. Not like before, when it was bush. My eyes were large, and were a deep brown color, much like chocolate. Harry always said that I always looked innocent because of my features. I've got a baby face, and I like myself that way. My nose is slightly pointed, and my lips are full and pouty. Just like I like them. I could pass for beautiful if I just fixed myself up. This thought made me smile.
"Whoa, who knew Granger had such a lovely body?" I whipped my head back to see Draco Malfoy standing at the doorway leading to the tub. I looked down at myself and remembered I was in my underwear. Ooohh, that Malfoy sure has wrong timing!
I grabbed my robes then covered myself from his gaze. I glared long and hard before I stormed off.
"By the way, Granger, Nice ass."
"Fuck you Malfoy." I yelled at him. Why does he live to piss me off?
I ran into my room and jumped onto my bed and under the covers. My head hurts. I frowned some more then I tried to relax. Sigh, that was hard to do. After a couple of minutes of tossing and turning, I finally got to sleep.
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Fuck the sun for shining in my face. Fuck the curtains for not shielding me from t he sun. Fuck Draco Malfoy for being such a prick. Fuck today. Fuck. Fuck! What time is it?!
I jumped out of bed and searched for my alarm clock. Damn, damn, damn. finally! I found it under the bed and saw that it was 7:30. Sighing, I went to the bathroom to fix myself up for today.
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As I reached the common room, quite calm after the bath I had I spotted Malfoy lounging on the couch, reading a book.
"What are you doing here at this time? Aren't you supposed to be in the Great Hall? And why aren't you in your robes?" I asked Malfoy.
"Saturday." He didn't even bother looking up from his book. Nice talking, I thought. I took off my robe as I headed to my room so I could hang it back. So now I was in pretty much the same thing as yesterday. A white button-up blouse, plaid skirt and doll shoes.
"I'm going to the Great Hall," I called out to Malfoy. "Not that you're interested or anything." I muttered under my breath. Really, why was I being so nice when that prick did what he did to me last night? First he kisses me, then he drowns me, then he said what he said. And I'm being nice to him? Fuck today.
I walked down towards the Great Hall and made a bee-line to where Harry and Ron were sitting. They were, of course, playing Wizard's Chess.
"Hey guys. What's up?" I asked cheerfully. I didn't want them to be all worried and ask why I was pissed, do I? No. I don't. Both of them looked up and Ron grinned. "Hey Mione, I'm beating Harry again. That's what's up." I looked at their chessboard and noticed something.
"Harry, move your queen to D6." I whispered so Ron wouldn't hear. Harry's face lightened up when he noticed what I meant. Smiling at Ron, he followed my instructions. Moments later people heard Ron's anguished cry of defeat and Harry's whoop of triumph. I smiled at Harry and he smiled back. Damn that smile. I loved that smile. 'Thanks Hermione, you're such a great friend.' Harry's words ran through my head.
"Thanks Hermione, you're such a great friend." Harry said. Wow, how creepy. It's as if he read my mind. I smiled back and said, "No problem." Harry passed me a bowl of cereal and poured me some milk. "Thanks Harry. So what's our first class gonna be?" I asked them. Ron stared back at me with surprise and asked, "Mione, are you sick?"
"No Ron, I'm not. Really, what's the first class?" I asked, frowning at what Ron said. I'm not perfect, you know. How badly I wanted to tell everyone that.
"Mione, its Saturday. We don't have ay subjects." Ron said.
"Oh. I forgot. Even after Malfoy told me. I shook my head and glanced toward the Slytherin table. Malfoy wasn't there. Suddenly I remembered what happened last night and frowned. I frowned because of what Malfoy did to me, and also because I sorta liked it. I know, that's bad.
I shook my head, wishing that I also shook away the memory. I looked at Harry to try and forget Malfoy. There he was beside me, talking to Ginny about Quidditch. I sighed, thinking of Ginny's infatuation with Harry. And by the way Harry treats her; I guess he feels the same. I sighed. Why can't he be all sweet and stuff with me? Why can't he feel what I feel for him? I looked down at my empty bowl and glanced at Harry again. But my glance shifted to the blonde boy walking into the Great Hall.
If only he wasn't such a fucking asshole. Damn. The way he moves, it's like he's so confident with everything. It's like he knows exactly what's going to happen. I didn't notice I was staring at him until he looked at me at winked. I glared at him. Damn him! That prick's so full of himself!
I looked back at Harry and smiled at him. He looked pretty exasperated at explaining to Ginny the same thing over and over again. He was so cute when he was annoyed. I got up to go back to my room. I was getting pretty bored since no one was talking to me and at least Malfoy wasn't in our dorm. I said good-bye to my friends and walked out the hall.
Walking I kept on thinking about Harry and Ginny. They don't look good together. That's in my opinion, of course. Why can't Harry like me? I sighed. So there I was, walking down the corridor. Just walking and thinking about Harry, when someone grabbed me from behind and pinned me to the wall. What is it with all these assaults? Do I have a sign on my back that says "Grab Me"?
"Harry-.." I began. I turned to face Harry but. Wait a sec. Since when did Harry have grey eyes?
"Malfoy!"
"Hey Granger, didn't know you had a thing for Potter." Malfoy smirked. Ooohh, how I wish I could smack that smirk off. If only he wasn't holding onto my wrists. Damn him.
"I do not have a thing for Harry!" I yelled at him. Why aren't there any students in the corridors when you need them? And if I was Pinocchio I swear my nose would have been as long as my wand by now. I was getting nervous because of the position I was in. Malfoy pinned me to the wall and was holding both my wrists above me. Damn him.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" I glared at him.
"Nothing really. I just wanted to have some fun."
"At my expense?" I glared some more.
"No. I was thinking that you would enjoy it, actually."
"Really?"
"Really." He whispered in my ear. De ja vu. I glared at him and watched as he lowered his face and licked my earlobe. I gasped. What was he planning on doing?! I shivered at his touch. Malfoy started kissing from my ear down to my neck. I closed my eyes at the tingling sensation I felt caused my Malfoy's ministrations. He nibbled at my collarbone and flicked his tongue out, teasing the flesh of my neck. To my surprise, I let out a moan. I felt Malfoy smirk as he rose to my eye level.
"See? I told you you'd enjoy it." I opened my eyes and glared at him.
"Fuck you, Malfoy." Why'd he stop? Huh? Where'd that come from? Shit, I'm not thinking straight! Damn him!
"No, I'd rather fuck you." Then he kissed me. First he brushed his lips over mine, then flicked out his tongue, licking my lips. I unconsciously parted them and he slipped his tongue in, playing with my own tongue. One of his hands let go of my wrists but the other still held them together. His hand went down my back and lower till it reached my ass. I started squirming, but he closed the little gap between us. I couldn't move. Damn.
I don't know what came over me, but I just succumbed to the sensations Draco Malfoy was giving me. I didn't try to get away anymore; I just melted in his arms. I relaxed, and Malfoy let go of my wrists. Still locked in the kiss, I wrapped my arms around his neck and ran my fingers through his blonde hair.
Then he let go of me. I blinked. What the-? Then I realized why. I heard a familiar voice calling me. Damn. I hate interruptions.
"We'll finish this later, Hermione." Then he left. I shivered as he said my name. He said my name. He actually said my name. It wasn't Granger, or mudblood. He said Hermione.
"Mione! Where were you?" Ron spotted me and smiled. Harry followed him. "Where's Ginny?" I asked them. "She's in the common room." Harry answered. I looked at Harry, and correct me if I'm wrong but it looked like he was glad to get rid of her. But that look quickly disappeared when Harry asked me, "So where were you?"
"Oh, I was just wandering the halls, thinking of a theme for the Balls." My nose would be as long as a ruler by now. "How about Quidditch?" Ron suggested. "Ron, girls will b attending the Balls, you know." "Then Wizard's Chess. Girls play Wizard's Chess." Sigh. I shook my head at him and smiled.
"I'll be going to my room now, make sure Malfoy hasn't messed my things up yet." I waved good-bye and smiled as Ron said, "Mione, if he ever lays a finger on you, tell us. We'll make sure he would be Blast-ended Skrewt food when we're done with him." Harry nodded as if to agree with Ron. I laughed and hugged both of them, making sure I hugged Harry longer. "Thanks guys. See you later." I kissed them both on the cheek and noticed that both of them went red. Actually, I noticed Harry, not Ron. Please let Harry like me. I prayed over and over in my head.
I walked back to my dorm, thinking what was going to happen.
'We'll finish this later, Hermione.'
************ A/N: is it any good? Please tell me. And I need reviews. I'm not expecting a lot, it's just that I need feedback. I wanna know if I need to change something. Thanks to Serpent du feu for the tip. Thanks to Snapegirl for always reviewing! Love ya! Mwah! Please R&R.