This fic is based on the W. Shakespeare Othello, with Herm and Draco etc,
and I really do not own that!!!
Harry Potter- Don't own it, don't get any money from the fic, you know the drill people
Note- This is a Hermione/Draco fic, and the first chapter gets straight into it (not like that! I know what you were thinking about!) This isn't one of those, suffering with no friends but our love survives, as there already together when the fic starts and that's not the point of the story, when I finish this maybe I'll do the prequel, if I get any feedback, but I'm afraid you'll have to live with it if you read ^_-
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It was late, past Hogwarts ten thirty curfew, in the library Hermione Granger sat on a desk behind high bookshelves. Moonlight streamed onto her face, bathing the room in a soft romantic pearly glow.
Would he come?
Hermione looked down at her bitten nails, each finger only a sliver of pink flesh, 'Of course he'll come' she thought, snapping her fingers at the doubtful side of her. 'He said he would, and he will.' The words weren't convincing enough, even as she thought them, they seemed transparent. 'But what if he doesn't?' The cowardly treacherous part of her mind asked her, as she picked up on her own uncertainty.
She growled furiously.
"We've been going out since July, we kept in contact for every day of the holidays, we've met like this for every day since we got back! Of course he'll come!" She hissed furiously.
"Who are you talking to?"
A smooth soft whisper stopped her rant, Hermione turned, feeling a flush creep over her face.
"Ummmm.me?"
Her voice trailed off, her face felt even hotter. He gave a low soft laugh.
"You're a nutcase, you know that Hermione."
He gestured over to the table she had been sitting on before, she followed suit and slid onto the polished surface easily. He sat up next to her. She rested her head on his shoulder; burying her nose in his robes she inhaled his personal smell. The crisp smell of clean robes, the sweet sachets he put in his draws to keep his clothes fresh, the smell of magic that tickled the back of her nose, and his smell, the way she knew he would smell without clothes, a soft dusky smell like liquorice.
"What was that?" He asked, looking down at her, bright blue eyes intense.
"I said I thought you weren't going to come." Now that he was here, her fears seemed silly. He smiled down at her, smoothing unruly snarled, tangled hair and kissed her forehead softly.
"I love Hermione, I'll always be here, with you."
"I know, but I was still worried,"
She cupped his face in her hands, tracing his stubborn jaw-line, smoothing the frown lines in-between his eyebrows, she stared into his eyes, trying to see behind them, trying to see into his head.
"I know things are hard for you, y-your father." She looked to the floor; Hermione always felt a rush of guilt when she questioned him about his family life
"The problems I have with him, they, they make us more important." He said softly, putting his fingers under her chin, tilting her face to wards his, he gave a half smile, but his were eyes sad, Hermione wanted to kiss away his hurt when he looked at her like that.
She snuggled up to him even more, knowing he needed the physical contact more than words, he wanted to be there for her, but she needed to be there for him too. They sat together for a while, bathed in silver moonlight, watching the waters of the lake glitter as the wind picked up outside. Hermione wasn't sure how long they sat together, she wanted to fall asleep in his arms, but the sweetness she felt inside made her stay awake. After a while, the grandfather clock in the library chimed midnight.
"Hermione?" His voice was soft in her ear, "Are you asleep?"
"Nuh-uh" She shook her head and sat up straight, as he slid off the table.
"Is it time to go?" She asked slightly sleepy.
"Not quite yet." He said, as she moved to slide off the table he put a hand on her chest to stop her.
"Wait stay there." He told her
Gingerly she shifted onto the table, wondering what was going on.
"I have a present for you," He said smiling at her, she grinned, still a little sleepy, she rubbed her eyes and smiled again.
"Happy Birthday." He handed her a thin package wrapped in delicate pink tissue paper. On the front of the paper was a swirling M in a circle painted in silver ink.
"Madame Milkins?" She frowned as she unfolded it carefully.
"Oh Draco," (a/n I really hope that wasn't a big surprise to anyone!!) she breathed softly, "It's beautiful." A soft pink silk scarf with silver patterns slid in between her fingers, she held it up, admiring the way the silver caught the light, a numb part of her brain wondered why it wasn't creased, the sensible Hermione replied there were probably spells you could put things to stop that happening.
"Are you sure you want me to have this?" He pulled the scarf gently from her hands and tied it around her neck.
"Of course, its for your birthday, I, I hope you like it." Hermione reached over and pulled Draco into a soft kiss. His lips were warm and soft; she felt a wave of giddiness sweep over her, as he wrapped his arms around her waist, his hands at the small of her back. As they broke apart she shivered with happiness.
"I-I guess we should leave." She said a little breathless, glad to see two pink spots on Draco's cheeks, he had enjoyed it as much as she had.
"I guess so, do you want me to walk you back to Gryffindor dorms?" She shook her head.
"I don't want to get you into trouble if I'm caught, besides, it's late and we both need our rest." He nodded.
"Your right, as usual." They leant in for another kiss. Before they drew apart Hermione pushed her self onto tiptoes.
"I love you Draco, always, and when you need me, I'll be right here." She whispered softly into his ear, before she kissed him again and they both fled out of sight.
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Okay, that was not actually as good as I thought it would be (doncha hate when that happens?) but please review, if you thought is was good, bad or really bad, also please tell me what I could do to improve!!! Also, I'm sorry for typo's and bad grammar!
PS. I think I need an editor or whatever to read my chapters over for me, if anyone is obliging enough, please say so in your review (leave e-mail!!) or mail me!
princess_snake_@hotmail.com
Harry Potter- Don't own it, don't get any money from the fic, you know the drill people
Note- This is a Hermione/Draco fic, and the first chapter gets straight into it (not like that! I know what you were thinking about!) This isn't one of those, suffering with no friends but our love survives, as there already together when the fic starts and that's not the point of the story, when I finish this maybe I'll do the prequel, if I get any feedback, but I'm afraid you'll have to live with it if you read ^_-
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It was late, past Hogwarts ten thirty curfew, in the library Hermione Granger sat on a desk behind high bookshelves. Moonlight streamed onto her face, bathing the room in a soft romantic pearly glow.
Would he come?
Hermione looked down at her bitten nails, each finger only a sliver of pink flesh, 'Of course he'll come' she thought, snapping her fingers at the doubtful side of her. 'He said he would, and he will.' The words weren't convincing enough, even as she thought them, they seemed transparent. 'But what if he doesn't?' The cowardly treacherous part of her mind asked her, as she picked up on her own uncertainty.
She growled furiously.
"We've been going out since July, we kept in contact for every day of the holidays, we've met like this for every day since we got back! Of course he'll come!" She hissed furiously.
"Who are you talking to?"
A smooth soft whisper stopped her rant, Hermione turned, feeling a flush creep over her face.
"Ummmm.me?"
Her voice trailed off, her face felt even hotter. He gave a low soft laugh.
"You're a nutcase, you know that Hermione."
He gestured over to the table she had been sitting on before, she followed suit and slid onto the polished surface easily. He sat up next to her. She rested her head on his shoulder; burying her nose in his robes she inhaled his personal smell. The crisp smell of clean robes, the sweet sachets he put in his draws to keep his clothes fresh, the smell of magic that tickled the back of her nose, and his smell, the way she knew he would smell without clothes, a soft dusky smell like liquorice.
"What was that?" He asked, looking down at her, bright blue eyes intense.
"I said I thought you weren't going to come." Now that he was here, her fears seemed silly. He smiled down at her, smoothing unruly snarled, tangled hair and kissed her forehead softly.
"I love Hermione, I'll always be here, with you."
"I know, but I was still worried,"
She cupped his face in her hands, tracing his stubborn jaw-line, smoothing the frown lines in-between his eyebrows, she stared into his eyes, trying to see behind them, trying to see into his head.
"I know things are hard for you, y-your father." She looked to the floor; Hermione always felt a rush of guilt when she questioned him about his family life
"The problems I have with him, they, they make us more important." He said softly, putting his fingers under her chin, tilting her face to wards his, he gave a half smile, but his were eyes sad, Hermione wanted to kiss away his hurt when he looked at her like that.
She snuggled up to him even more, knowing he needed the physical contact more than words, he wanted to be there for her, but she needed to be there for him too. They sat together for a while, bathed in silver moonlight, watching the waters of the lake glitter as the wind picked up outside. Hermione wasn't sure how long they sat together, she wanted to fall asleep in his arms, but the sweetness she felt inside made her stay awake. After a while, the grandfather clock in the library chimed midnight.
"Hermione?" His voice was soft in her ear, "Are you asleep?"
"Nuh-uh" She shook her head and sat up straight, as he slid off the table.
"Is it time to go?" She asked slightly sleepy.
"Not quite yet." He said, as she moved to slide off the table he put a hand on her chest to stop her.
"Wait stay there." He told her
Gingerly she shifted onto the table, wondering what was going on.
"I have a present for you," He said smiling at her, she grinned, still a little sleepy, she rubbed her eyes and smiled again.
"Happy Birthday." He handed her a thin package wrapped in delicate pink tissue paper. On the front of the paper was a swirling M in a circle painted in silver ink.
"Madame Milkins?" She frowned as she unfolded it carefully.
"Oh Draco," (a/n I really hope that wasn't a big surprise to anyone!!) she breathed softly, "It's beautiful." A soft pink silk scarf with silver patterns slid in between her fingers, she held it up, admiring the way the silver caught the light, a numb part of her brain wondered why it wasn't creased, the sensible Hermione replied there were probably spells you could put things to stop that happening.
"Are you sure you want me to have this?" He pulled the scarf gently from her hands and tied it around her neck.
"Of course, its for your birthday, I, I hope you like it." Hermione reached over and pulled Draco into a soft kiss. His lips were warm and soft; she felt a wave of giddiness sweep over her, as he wrapped his arms around her waist, his hands at the small of her back. As they broke apart she shivered with happiness.
"I-I guess we should leave." She said a little breathless, glad to see two pink spots on Draco's cheeks, he had enjoyed it as much as she had.
"I guess so, do you want me to walk you back to Gryffindor dorms?" She shook her head.
"I don't want to get you into trouble if I'm caught, besides, it's late and we both need our rest." He nodded.
"Your right, as usual." They leant in for another kiss. Before they drew apart Hermione pushed her self onto tiptoes.
"I love you Draco, always, and when you need me, I'll be right here." She whispered softly into his ear, before she kissed him again and they both fled out of sight.
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Okay, that was not actually as good as I thought it would be (doncha hate when that happens?) but please review, if you thought is was good, bad or really bad, also please tell me what I could do to improve!!! Also, I'm sorry for typo's and bad grammar!
PS. I think I need an editor or whatever to read my chapters over for me, if anyone is obliging enough, please say so in your review (leave e-mail!!) or mail me!
princess_snake_@hotmail.com
