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Ch. 7 Sunday
"Hermione, what's wrong with you?" Ron asked a bit concerned. Hermione had not said much during breakfast. Her head was down, and she was picking at her oatmeal. She looked tired. "Hermione?"
She looked up finally. "Huh, oh, yea, sorry, I'm just tired. I didn't sleep well; stayed up late studying for Arithmancy." It was only part of the truth. Indeed, she had difficulty falling asleep last night, but it was because all she could think about was the kiss. Her stomach fluttered a bit just thinking about it.
Ron and Harry, although not completely satisfied with her answer, went back to talking about quidditch. Their first game was in 2 weeks, and they had to spend every spare minute they had practicing new defense and offense strategies. Hermione blocked them out, and continued to play with her breakfast. She looked up at the Slytherin table to see Malfoy laughing with Pansy and Goyle. He looked up at her, and gave her a wink. She smiled at him and finished off her food.
It being Sunday, Hermione decided to take the time and catch up on some sleep. She said goodbye to her friends and walked back to her room. She fell over on her bed and instantly fell asleep.
* * * * *
Draco went to Hogsmeade that day with Goyle and Crabbe to pick up some sweets and to have a few butterbeers at The Three Broomsticks. His mind mostly brought him back to Hermione's and his sweet kiss from the night before. He did his best to push away the memory and to keep up with his friend's conversation- girls. He joined in when necessary, threw in his two cents worth now and then, but honestly thought nothing of their trivial dribble. They started back towards the castle when Pansy and two of her friends stopped them.
"Hey there you stud you," she said, sauntering up to Draco. He felt a bit uneasy, but tried his best to stay in control. She ran her hands over his chest and talked to him in a low, sultry voice. "I've been looking all over for you. The girls and I wanted to take you three to this great little spot in the Forbidden Forrest that we found the other day. Care to join us?
Crabbe and Goyle immediately jumped at the opportunity, but Draco hesitated. Pansy was attractive, and yes, he once had feelings for her, and they even shared a few intimate kisses. But he wasn't interested, not now.
"I uhh.I have to head back to the castle, I have some homework to catch up on, and I need to practice quidditch. Gotta beat Potty and Weasel." He kept his head down and quickly walked back to the castle, not looking back. He ran up the four flights of stairs and hurried into his room. He shut the door and walked over the bathroom door. Hermione's was closed, and he figured she was out, so he walked back to his desk and opened a book entitled "Divination for the Advanced Seer In You".
He looked down at his watch a few hours later. It was nearly 5:30, almost time for dinner. He walked over to Hermione's bathroom door and knocked lightly. He heard a shuffle and a few seconds later Hermione opened her door, with a sparkle in her eye and a smile on her face. Her hair was a bit mussed up, and her clothes were wrinkled, but he thought she looked sexier than ever.
There was an awkward silence between them before Hermione spoke. "Is there something I can do for you, Draco?"
"Draco? I'm Draco now am I?" He puffed up his chest, looking proud and smug, before Hermione lightly punched his abs, causing him to deflate.
"Seriously, Draco, what do you want?"
He wished instantly she didn't ask that. "What do I want? I want you, I want your clothes off, I want you in my bed, under me, where we can ravage one another until the sun comes up." He looked at her with a hint of seriousness in his voice. He did want her.
Hermione blushed, and then gave him a playful kiss on his cheek. "Perhaps some other time. I'm starving, and dinner is just starting. Care to walk me down?" Immediately she knew that if anyone saw them walking together, politely and not on their way to the hospital wing or detention (which happened quite often in Snape's class), they would be suspicious. A look of sadness swept her face, and she looked down at her feet. Draco cupped her chin and brought his lips to hers, where they share a soft, tender kiss. Not quite as long as the previous night, not quite as deep, but enough to make her knees weak. She felt her legs give way, but Draco caught her, and held her to him. He kissed her on her forehead.
"Sweep you off your feet do I?" he murmured playfully. She got back up and shot him a look of playful anger.
"I'm going to dinner, I shall see you later?" She got on her toes and gave him one last kiss on his lips before leaving. He stood in the doorway for a moment, holding back with every ounce of him not to grab her hand and pull her towards him. He decided to wait a few minutes, then headed towards the Great Hall.
Ch. 7 Sunday
"Hermione, what's wrong with you?" Ron asked a bit concerned. Hermione had not said much during breakfast. Her head was down, and she was picking at her oatmeal. She looked tired. "Hermione?"
She looked up finally. "Huh, oh, yea, sorry, I'm just tired. I didn't sleep well; stayed up late studying for Arithmancy." It was only part of the truth. Indeed, she had difficulty falling asleep last night, but it was because all she could think about was the kiss. Her stomach fluttered a bit just thinking about it.
Ron and Harry, although not completely satisfied with her answer, went back to talking about quidditch. Their first game was in 2 weeks, and they had to spend every spare minute they had practicing new defense and offense strategies. Hermione blocked them out, and continued to play with her breakfast. She looked up at the Slytherin table to see Malfoy laughing with Pansy and Goyle. He looked up at her, and gave her a wink. She smiled at him and finished off her food.
It being Sunday, Hermione decided to take the time and catch up on some sleep. She said goodbye to her friends and walked back to her room. She fell over on her bed and instantly fell asleep.
* * * * *
Draco went to Hogsmeade that day with Goyle and Crabbe to pick up some sweets and to have a few butterbeers at The Three Broomsticks. His mind mostly brought him back to Hermione's and his sweet kiss from the night before. He did his best to push away the memory and to keep up with his friend's conversation- girls. He joined in when necessary, threw in his two cents worth now and then, but honestly thought nothing of their trivial dribble. They started back towards the castle when Pansy and two of her friends stopped them.
"Hey there you stud you," she said, sauntering up to Draco. He felt a bit uneasy, but tried his best to stay in control. She ran her hands over his chest and talked to him in a low, sultry voice. "I've been looking all over for you. The girls and I wanted to take you three to this great little spot in the Forbidden Forrest that we found the other day. Care to join us?
Crabbe and Goyle immediately jumped at the opportunity, but Draco hesitated. Pansy was attractive, and yes, he once had feelings for her, and they even shared a few intimate kisses. But he wasn't interested, not now.
"I uhh.I have to head back to the castle, I have some homework to catch up on, and I need to practice quidditch. Gotta beat Potty and Weasel." He kept his head down and quickly walked back to the castle, not looking back. He ran up the four flights of stairs and hurried into his room. He shut the door and walked over the bathroom door. Hermione's was closed, and he figured she was out, so he walked back to his desk and opened a book entitled "Divination for the Advanced Seer In You".
He looked down at his watch a few hours later. It was nearly 5:30, almost time for dinner. He walked over to Hermione's bathroom door and knocked lightly. He heard a shuffle and a few seconds later Hermione opened her door, with a sparkle in her eye and a smile on her face. Her hair was a bit mussed up, and her clothes were wrinkled, but he thought she looked sexier than ever.
There was an awkward silence between them before Hermione spoke. "Is there something I can do for you, Draco?"
"Draco? I'm Draco now am I?" He puffed up his chest, looking proud and smug, before Hermione lightly punched his abs, causing him to deflate.
"Seriously, Draco, what do you want?"
He wished instantly she didn't ask that. "What do I want? I want you, I want your clothes off, I want you in my bed, under me, where we can ravage one another until the sun comes up." He looked at her with a hint of seriousness in his voice. He did want her.
Hermione blushed, and then gave him a playful kiss on his cheek. "Perhaps some other time. I'm starving, and dinner is just starting. Care to walk me down?" Immediately she knew that if anyone saw them walking together, politely and not on their way to the hospital wing or detention (which happened quite often in Snape's class), they would be suspicious. A look of sadness swept her face, and she looked down at her feet. Draco cupped her chin and brought his lips to hers, where they share a soft, tender kiss. Not quite as long as the previous night, not quite as deep, but enough to make her knees weak. She felt her legs give way, but Draco caught her, and held her to him. He kissed her on her forehead.
"Sweep you off your feet do I?" he murmured playfully. She got back up and shot him a look of playful anger.
"I'm going to dinner, I shall see you later?" She got on her toes and gave him one last kiss on his lips before leaving. He stood in the doorway for a moment, holding back with every ounce of him not to grab her hand and pull her towards him. He decided to wait a few minutes, then headed towards the Great Hall.