A/N: Just so everyone knows, I'm changing Hermione and Draco and their
friends into 6 years, and they are prefects, kay? Okay, here's all the
thanx for everyone's reviews, i'm planning on thanking ppl every few
chapters, kay??
Kerbi: Thanx!! you know how they say 'eyes are the windows to a person's soul?'
Angel: Well, i guess chaps 2 3 and the current 4 are the 'more' you asked for! And I was going for a story with a plot....i actually have a plan for where this is going! (shocker of all shockers)
Chap2
HeatherMalfoy: Love ur name!!!! and thanx for calling my fic Bloody Wicked!!! I'm so flattered!!!
totallystellar: Thankyaz!!! i 3 ur fic too!!!
Uuuuuhhhhhhhh: thanks, i've never had someone 'please please please please' me to keep writing a story!
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One Week Later
"Hey Hermione," Draco said, "here's your book back."
"Oh, thanks. What did you think of it?"
"It was okay, though it was no 'Pride and Prejudice,'" he winked.
They were standing outside of the portrait-hole that lead to the Prefect's common room.
"Fitzwilliam," they said in unison, as the portrait hole slowly opened to admit them.
"Mione, come sit down with me," Draco gestured to his couch, green with silver pillows and a silver afghan.
When they were seated, Draco gulped, and asked, "Hermione, you know how Dumbledore announced the Halloween Ball today at dinner?"
She nodded and thought, 'Oh MERLIN, is he asking what I think he's asking? Or what I HOPE he's asking?'
"I was wondering if you would maybe possibly like to go with me? But, like a friend?" If it was a tv show, the studio-audience would have been 'oohing' and 'aahing' by now.
Hermione just stared at Draco, then blinked a few times, before answering, "Draco, of COURSE I'll go with you! But wait, won't this just make the Slytherin's angry, therefor making it dangerous for you?"
"I don't care. Besides, were you in a daze when Dumbledor said it was a masquerade?" He gave off a small smile.
Before either of them knew it, Hermione lunged forward and pushed her lips into his. After just a few moments, the two slowly pulled apart.
Hermione laid her head on his chest and said, "Then have my lips the sin that they have took!"
Draco recognized the line from 'Romeo and Juliet,' the book he had borrowed and answered with the following line, which ironically was, "Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again!"
Then, their lips met eachothers half-way. "That was a mistake, I'm sorry," Hermione said, and ran off to her room, taking the stairs by two.
An: that was short, really short. But i'm posting yet another chapter now, too, kay?? And if anyone can guess where the password came from and who fitzwilliam is, than, i'll ship off a clone of Oliver Wood through Fed- Ex! The original is mine!!!
Kerbi: Thanx!! you know how they say 'eyes are the windows to a person's soul?'
Angel: Well, i guess chaps 2 3 and the current 4 are the 'more' you asked for! And I was going for a story with a plot....i actually have a plan for where this is going! (shocker of all shockers)
Chap2
HeatherMalfoy: Love ur name!!!! and thanx for calling my fic Bloody Wicked!!! I'm so flattered!!!
totallystellar: Thankyaz!!! i 3 ur fic too!!!
Uuuuuhhhhhhhh: thanks, i've never had someone 'please please please please' me to keep writing a story!
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One Week Later
"Hey Hermione," Draco said, "here's your book back."
"Oh, thanks. What did you think of it?"
"It was okay, though it was no 'Pride and Prejudice,'" he winked.
They were standing outside of the portrait-hole that lead to the Prefect's common room.
"Fitzwilliam," they said in unison, as the portrait hole slowly opened to admit them.
"Mione, come sit down with me," Draco gestured to his couch, green with silver pillows and a silver afghan.
When they were seated, Draco gulped, and asked, "Hermione, you know how Dumbledore announced the Halloween Ball today at dinner?"
She nodded and thought, 'Oh MERLIN, is he asking what I think he's asking? Or what I HOPE he's asking?'
"I was wondering if you would maybe possibly like to go with me? But, like a friend?" If it was a tv show, the studio-audience would have been 'oohing' and 'aahing' by now.
Hermione just stared at Draco, then blinked a few times, before answering, "Draco, of COURSE I'll go with you! But wait, won't this just make the Slytherin's angry, therefor making it dangerous for you?"
"I don't care. Besides, were you in a daze when Dumbledor said it was a masquerade?" He gave off a small smile.
Before either of them knew it, Hermione lunged forward and pushed her lips into his. After just a few moments, the two slowly pulled apart.
Hermione laid her head on his chest and said, "Then have my lips the sin that they have took!"
Draco recognized the line from 'Romeo and Juliet,' the book he had borrowed and answered with the following line, which ironically was, "Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again!"
Then, their lips met eachothers half-way. "That was a mistake, I'm sorry," Hermione said, and ran off to her room, taking the stairs by two.
An: that was short, really short. But i'm posting yet another chapter now, too, kay?? And if anyone can guess where the password came from and who fitzwilliam is, than, i'll ship off a clone of Oliver Wood through Fed- Ex! The original is mine!!!
