Well thanks to some extremely encouraging people I've been convinced to
continue this story. And I'd like to tell Selita-Malfoy that her threat to
hunt me down was particularly effective, lol, but don't worry, I get
threats all the time, and I know hers wasn't serious, anyway, on to the
story.
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"Hermione!"
Hermione sat bolt right up on the Gryffindor common room couch to see Ron peering at her, concern etched on his face.
"Why are you sleeping on the common room couch?" Ron's tone held worry.
Hermione shook her pounding head "I don't know; I have to get some water." She rose gracefully from her perch and scaled the steps to her bathroom. She splashed chill water onto her face three times, allowing the icy droplets to slide down her skin.
She sighed, got dressed for school, gathered her books and left the common room for breakfast.
She arrived in the Great Hall and glanced over at the Slytherin table. But there was one thing missing... Draco.
She swung her head to encompass the entirety of the hall, but with no result.
Dread welled within her as she sat down in between Harry and Ron. This did not bode well.
Draco detached his message from his eagle owls leg, and unrolled it lazily.
Dear Son,
The other governors and I are coming to inspect the school. Prepare for the arrival as a Malfoy and be certain that every Dark implement is well hidden.
Lucius Malfoy
Draco crumpled the letter in his fist and willed flames to consume the thin parchment. He scattered the ashes over the owlery and descended the stairs to the Great Hall.
He leaned against a side wall silently, his steel gaze fixed ahead of him as the students filtered from the Great Hall to their waiting classes.
He reached out and grasped Hermione's wrist, pulling her to him. As everyone else abandoned the corridors Draco turned to Hermione.
"Good morning."
Hermione raised her eyebrow. "Good morning? Try terrible morning."
Draco looked at her questionably.
She sighed, "Never mind."
He pressed his lips to hers, gently parting her lips. He raised his head "Better?"
The edge of her lips curved "Slightly."
He tasted her mouth again, running his tongue along her lower lip. He then moved down to her neck. He stroked his tongue across her pulse.
She gasped as he nibbled her earlobe. "My father's coming." He whispered.
"Why?" She asked breathlessly.
"To inspect the school, I got his owl this morning." Draco straightened back to his full height to probe her chocolate eyes with his molten ones. "We'll have to continue this some other time."
Hermione nodded "I'll see you later Draco." She leaned up and gave him a soft peck on the lips, her first move of affection towards him, before scampering off.
Draco sighed and began strolling in the opposite direction.
A pair of merciless grey eyes watched his slow strides. Thirty two pearl teeth gritted in anger, and two hands tightened on the stone banister of the stairway causing it to crack at the intensity of his rage.
Lucius Malfoy glared at his heir's retreating back. How dare he? Kiss a filthy Mudblood? He would be punished, but first the Mudblood had to be eliminated. He would be sure of that.
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"Hermione!"
Hermione sat bolt right up on the Gryffindor common room couch to see Ron peering at her, concern etched on his face.
"Why are you sleeping on the common room couch?" Ron's tone held worry.
Hermione shook her pounding head "I don't know; I have to get some water." She rose gracefully from her perch and scaled the steps to her bathroom. She splashed chill water onto her face three times, allowing the icy droplets to slide down her skin.
She sighed, got dressed for school, gathered her books and left the common room for breakfast.
She arrived in the Great Hall and glanced over at the Slytherin table. But there was one thing missing... Draco.
She swung her head to encompass the entirety of the hall, but with no result.
Dread welled within her as she sat down in between Harry and Ron. This did not bode well.
Draco detached his message from his eagle owls leg, and unrolled it lazily.
Dear Son,
The other governors and I are coming to inspect the school. Prepare for the arrival as a Malfoy and be certain that every Dark implement is well hidden.
Lucius Malfoy
Draco crumpled the letter in his fist and willed flames to consume the thin parchment. He scattered the ashes over the owlery and descended the stairs to the Great Hall.
He leaned against a side wall silently, his steel gaze fixed ahead of him as the students filtered from the Great Hall to their waiting classes.
He reached out and grasped Hermione's wrist, pulling her to him. As everyone else abandoned the corridors Draco turned to Hermione.
"Good morning."
Hermione raised her eyebrow. "Good morning? Try terrible morning."
Draco looked at her questionably.
She sighed, "Never mind."
He pressed his lips to hers, gently parting her lips. He raised his head "Better?"
The edge of her lips curved "Slightly."
He tasted her mouth again, running his tongue along her lower lip. He then moved down to her neck. He stroked his tongue across her pulse.
She gasped as he nibbled her earlobe. "My father's coming." He whispered.
"Why?" She asked breathlessly.
"To inspect the school, I got his owl this morning." Draco straightened back to his full height to probe her chocolate eyes with his molten ones. "We'll have to continue this some other time."
Hermione nodded "I'll see you later Draco." She leaned up and gave him a soft peck on the lips, her first move of affection towards him, before scampering off.
Draco sighed and began strolling in the opposite direction.
A pair of merciless grey eyes watched his slow strides. Thirty two pearl teeth gritted in anger, and two hands tightened on the stone banister of the stairway causing it to crack at the intensity of his rage.
Lucius Malfoy glared at his heir's retreating back. How dare he? Kiss a filthy Mudblood? He would be punished, but first the Mudblood had to be eliminated. He would be sure of that.
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