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Ch. 3 Draco's Dream
Hermione sat at her desk, deeply concentrating on her Muggle Studies homework. As hard as she could though, the information was not sinking in. She could read the words, but all she could think of was the racy dream she had had of Draco the night before.
Flashback to dream.
She walked into the Forbidden Forrest, following the sounds of Mariah Carey's "I Don't Want to Cry". The pathway was foggy, giving the atmosphere an almost surreal, mystical effect. When she reached the clearing, there was a blanket set out next to a pond, also foggy. Candles floated in the air, and the music played on softly.
"I'm giving you my heart and soul, Hermione," Draco said, approaching her from behind. In his hands was a bouquet of brilliantly colored lilies. "Dance with me" he whispered. Hermione took the lilies and sat them down on the blanket. She wrapped her little hands around Draco's big, strong shoulders and placed her head against his chest. The aroma of his cologne filled the air, making Hermione feel lightheaded. He held her in his arms, and slowly they began to rise above the ground.
The moon was bright, not a cloud to block its view, and the stars shown brilliantly like diamonds in the sky. Slowly, the two swayed to the rhythm of the song. Hermione looked up to into Draco's brilliant blue eyes and slowly they began to lean into each other.
* * * * * *
Draco sat in the tub, frustration beside him. "What the hell Malfoy! She's a filthy little Mudblood; you shouldn't be having these kinds of thoughts about the priss!" But he was. He was thinking about Hermione, the curvature of her body (the bathing suit did wonders for her, he thought), the softness of her hair, (she had it permanently straightened during the summer), the delicacy of her face, and for the life of him, Draco couldn't convince himself to think of anything else but her.
Slowly he got out of the bath and peered into Hermione's room. Her head was down; she looked to be in deep concentration over her studies. How badly he wanted to go over and close her books and kiss her, hold her in his arms and feel the warmth emanating from her skin. It took all of his willpower to just stand by the door and watch her.
Hermione was suddenly aware that she was being watched, and turned to look to see Malfoy standing by the bathroom door.
"What the hell do you think your doing!" she screamed. "I'm trying to study you ass, leave me alone!" She walked over to the door and slammed it in his nose, but not before noticing his eyes. His beautiful baby blue eyes that could melt even the coldest glaciers of the Arctic. Draco jumped back, and old feelings of hatred rose again. He stalked back to his room, put on some loud music, so to annoy Hermione.
"Mudblood," he muttered under his breath. He walked over to his mirror and peered into it. "Nothing but a dirty blooded witch. Come on, Malfoy! What would father say if he knew you were having these thoughts about her?" Draco decided at that moment he was going to put every ounce of energy he had not to think about Hermione. He sprawled out onto his bed, and closed his eyes.
They were running. The leaves were beginning to change colors, falling to the ground gracefully. Draco was chasing Hermione, who was running away with his Remembrall "Give it back, Granger!" Draco yelled.
"You have to catch me first, Malfoy!". Hermione laughed as she ran as
fast as she could down the side of the castle yards. Her hair was bouncing in the wind, her smile was wide, and her eyes glittered with happiness.
Draco had caught up to her and pulled out his hand to grab her sweater when he tripped on a rock. He grabbed on to her to break his fall, bringing her down with him. They rolled down the hill until they finally reached a flat plane. Hermione tried her best to scramble away from him, but he had a firm grasp on her ankle. He pulled her under him. Hermione had a mischievous smile on her face.
"Where is it, Granger!?" Draco demanded. Hermione merely smiled and gave him her best innocent look. "If your not going to tell me, I'm going to have to tickle it out of you!" He went for her tickle spot, the sides of her stomach. Beside herself laughing, Hermione dropped the Remembrall and attacked Draco's underarms with her fingers. Surprised by this, he lost his balance and fell completely on top of her. The tickling stopped, and he was looking deep into her deep green/hazel eyes. And then, with out giving it a second though, he kissed her. He kissed her with such a passion, with such vigor, but with such tenderness. Sparks shot through her body as she responded his kisses with intense fervor. She broke off their kiss and looked up at him.
"I want you, Draco".
Draco shot straight up from his bed. He was sweating, his heart was pounding, and there was discomfort between his legs. He looked at his wall clock; it was nearly 2:30. He got up and shook his head.
"What the fuck?"
Ch. 3 Draco's Dream
Hermione sat at her desk, deeply concentrating on her Muggle Studies homework. As hard as she could though, the information was not sinking in. She could read the words, but all she could think of was the racy dream she had had of Draco the night before.
Flashback to dream.
She walked into the Forbidden Forrest, following the sounds of Mariah Carey's "I Don't Want to Cry". The pathway was foggy, giving the atmosphere an almost surreal, mystical effect. When she reached the clearing, there was a blanket set out next to a pond, also foggy. Candles floated in the air, and the music played on softly.
"I'm giving you my heart and soul, Hermione," Draco said, approaching her from behind. In his hands was a bouquet of brilliantly colored lilies. "Dance with me" he whispered. Hermione took the lilies and sat them down on the blanket. She wrapped her little hands around Draco's big, strong shoulders and placed her head against his chest. The aroma of his cologne filled the air, making Hermione feel lightheaded. He held her in his arms, and slowly they began to rise above the ground.
The moon was bright, not a cloud to block its view, and the stars shown brilliantly like diamonds in the sky. Slowly, the two swayed to the rhythm of the song. Hermione looked up to into Draco's brilliant blue eyes and slowly they began to lean into each other.
* * * * * *
Draco sat in the tub, frustration beside him. "What the hell Malfoy! She's a filthy little Mudblood; you shouldn't be having these kinds of thoughts about the priss!" But he was. He was thinking about Hermione, the curvature of her body (the bathing suit did wonders for her, he thought), the softness of her hair, (she had it permanently straightened during the summer), the delicacy of her face, and for the life of him, Draco couldn't convince himself to think of anything else but her.
Slowly he got out of the bath and peered into Hermione's room. Her head was down; she looked to be in deep concentration over her studies. How badly he wanted to go over and close her books and kiss her, hold her in his arms and feel the warmth emanating from her skin. It took all of his willpower to just stand by the door and watch her.
Hermione was suddenly aware that she was being watched, and turned to look to see Malfoy standing by the bathroom door.
"What the hell do you think your doing!" she screamed. "I'm trying to study you ass, leave me alone!" She walked over to the door and slammed it in his nose, but not before noticing his eyes. His beautiful baby blue eyes that could melt even the coldest glaciers of the Arctic. Draco jumped back, and old feelings of hatred rose again. He stalked back to his room, put on some loud music, so to annoy Hermione.
"Mudblood," he muttered under his breath. He walked over to his mirror and peered into it. "Nothing but a dirty blooded witch. Come on, Malfoy! What would father say if he knew you were having these thoughts about her?" Draco decided at that moment he was going to put every ounce of energy he had not to think about Hermione. He sprawled out onto his bed, and closed his eyes.
They were running. The leaves were beginning to change colors, falling to the ground gracefully. Draco was chasing Hermione, who was running away with his Remembrall "Give it back, Granger!" Draco yelled.
"You have to catch me first, Malfoy!". Hermione laughed as she ran as
fast as she could down the side of the castle yards. Her hair was bouncing in the wind, her smile was wide, and her eyes glittered with happiness.
Draco had caught up to her and pulled out his hand to grab her sweater when he tripped on a rock. He grabbed on to her to break his fall, bringing her down with him. They rolled down the hill until they finally reached a flat plane. Hermione tried her best to scramble away from him, but he had a firm grasp on her ankle. He pulled her under him. Hermione had a mischievous smile on her face.
"Where is it, Granger!?" Draco demanded. Hermione merely smiled and gave him her best innocent look. "If your not going to tell me, I'm going to have to tickle it out of you!" He went for her tickle spot, the sides of her stomach. Beside herself laughing, Hermione dropped the Remembrall and attacked Draco's underarms with her fingers. Surprised by this, he lost his balance and fell completely on top of her. The tickling stopped, and he was looking deep into her deep green/hazel eyes. And then, with out giving it a second though, he kissed her. He kissed her with such a passion, with such vigor, but with such tenderness. Sparks shot through her body as she responded his kisses with intense fervor. She broke off their kiss and looked up at him.
"I want you, Draco".
Draco shot straight up from his bed. He was sweating, his heart was pounding, and there was discomfort between his legs. He looked at his wall clock; it was nearly 2:30. He got up and shook his head.
"What the fuck?"