SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG- MY DAD TOOK MY KEYBOARD AWAY FROM ME FOR A WHILE..
( but I stole it back and finished this. so if the chaps take a bit longer
im sorry but I have to steal the keyboard at times wen no ones home.. plus
im grounded.. blah.
Hey guys! All right, to start things all off, I'm sorry about how crappy all the chapters have been. Especially the last chapter. But when I was writing chapter 7 I wasn't in the mood for writing, but not wanting to leave you guys with nothing for almost 2 days I wrote anyway. And the crap resulted from it. That's why the kinda kinky scene wasn't very vivid. I'll make it up to you all though.
Oh, also, guys I decided I'm going to write a chapter for you on the Origin of the necklaces. You'll never guess how deep of a past is behind them. lol. Hermione and Draco don't know this of course, but you guys are so desperate for information that I decided I must. It will also describe a lot of the past. Aren't you all so happy now? I bet your just itching to find out.
-Eclipse
**Reviewers**
Silver.Shadow. - Yeah, I agree, more info really is necessary. But its fun to build up your anticipation like this lol. And sooner or later they're gunna be bombarded with probs. So for now im going to let them live in the simplicity. But once the hit Hogwarts, probs will definitely start sparking up again. Plus im open for ideas, as long as they fit the plot which I am so brutally stirring up.
ZanarkandGirl - Why thank you, I feel special! And sure there will be fluff, but it will start becoming evil fluff eventually. *grins*
Dracoishot777- Ehh, well, there not worried about the necklaces. They think the necklaces are warning them of sumtin. Plus the necklaces have a type of value to them both. The necklaces will be explained more in a later chapter. And well, I tried my best to make her take it badly, but eventually I have to let her accept it cause if she doesn't then the plot wont work out.Plus, the evil is starting to sink into her, helping her accept it a bit more. If outside forces weren't messing with her mind then she probably wouldn't accept it. I agree.
Chloe Riddle - Oh that one was long! And Hell yeah, if I had that much money and stores like that id probably die of shock, and extreme happiness. Yeah London and France probably do have big shopping centers like that. I was actually considering sending them to France, but then Hermione, having the spell on her, would be expected to speak French, since she had the accent and everything. SO I decided to send them to America, since the American witches and wizards probably don't know too much about England, and would speak the same language as the two of them. And, New York is a big fashion place. Onto the other questions- Yes, Voldy creeps me out too, but he knows everything that goes on with them. Really he doesn't care how kinky they get, but he watches them because of reasons which will make themselves known later.
Tc - Hermione naturally wouldn't be a very kinky character. But, she is older now, and as Voldemort said in an earlier chapter, the evil is starting to sink into her soul now. And in my interpretation of evil, comes naughtiness, as well as many other things. Kinky can come with the naughtiness I guess. And Hermione is brave and cunning (as a gryffindor should be) and is willing to try new things. And if your wondering how the evil is starting to sink into her, your questions will soon be answered.
And now, the not so long-awaited, but still necessary, chapter 8.
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Hermione lay, staring up at the ceiling, with a broad smile across her face. She had just spent a truly marvelous day with Draco, and was raking through the details in her mind. She had never before, in her life, gotten so completely kinky with a guy. It was actually rather fun, she thought.
It really didn't make sense to her why he liked her. Or why she liked him. They had been fatal enemies for the most part of 6 years, but within a few weeks were now sharing sexual encounters. Its strange how instantly things can happen. Strange, how quickly your life can change forever. Hermione was a living example of this. Things that are so unlikely can become so ordinary in a matter of minutes. She never imagined her life to be quite like this. Never had she dreamed a mortal enemy could mean so much to her. An opinion can be changed in an instant. Again, a part of her life was living proof.
But for Draco, she was immensely grateful. He was pretty much pulling her through all of this. Having him in her new life made things so much easier to accept. She had to admit to herself though, that she still fully hadn't accepted this change, although she doubted anyone would. She had shared 16 years of her life with the Grangers. You can't easily erase that many years of love and laughter from someone's mind. Unless of course you used magic. But deep down she knew that Voldemort was being truthful, and that he was her father. She couldn't blame it on dreams anymore, and had no excuses left.
*So I guess this is my life* she murmured aloud, mainly to herself, before wrapping herself in the comfortable sheets of her bed and falling into a relaxingly deep sleep.
She awoke with a start, during the darkest part of night.
Her dream had come again, the one of her running through the forest with the hooded man. She had almost forgotten about this dream due to the many events in her life, but now the taunting was back. She swallowed down the lump forming in her throat.
What did it all mean? Were her dreams sending her a sort of code she must decipher? Or was it something more? Or maybe just something less? She could just be making a big deal out of something small. A recurring dream was not uncommon. Yes, she tried to convince herself. That's it. I'm just blowing this whole thing out of proportion.
This, she told herself, although unable to ignore the disturbance in her mind and the odd feeling in her gut.
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The suns' rays penetrated through the hangings on Dracos' windows, which cast a bright light upon his face and heated his pallid skin. This newfound warmth on his cheek was enough to bring him to a state of wakefulness, and though he tried to fall back asleep, he could not. Reluctantly, Draco got up and sat on the foot of his goose-feather bed, eyeing the sun with somewhat of an annoyance. Eventually, however, he did give into the perfect morning. He stood up and dressed himself, deciding that after breakfast he would spend the day outside, possibly flying or horseback riding, or even swimming, if the day grew hot enough, which it un- doubtingly would.
Spending time at Voldemort's mansion was always fun. Even though he was usually alone, unless another child had been reluctantly brought with their parent, he always had a lot of fun. There was such a vast array of things to do here. The mansion was enormous, with lots of hidden rooms to stumble upon, and there were an infinite number of outdoor activities to enjoy.
Draco had gotten up rather early that morning. He was the first to arrive at breakfast. This was quite a nice experience though, because whenever they all ate together in a group, the tensions were soaring throughout the room, making it hard to eat. So, for a nice change, Draco was able to eat his meal in peace.
After breakfast he walked upstairs to his room and found his broomstick. It, of course, was in a case, for Draco kept his broom neat to perfection, and did not want any outside objects to harm it. He brought the room down to the field outside before mounting it and taking off into the cool, fresh air of the morning.
Flying was one of his favorite pastimes. Just to feel the way the wind encases your body as you soar through the clouds is utterly astonishing. No matter how often Draco flew his broom, he would never get bored of it. He had always wished that he could just have a set of wings so he could disappear into the horizon. But, life and worldly things seemed to make this quite impossible. He sighed, and flew up higher and higher towards the clouds. The higher he flew, the chillier things seemed to get. Draco regretted not wearing something warmer, because going this high up always got you wet and cold.
Eventually he really just couldn't take the temperature and fell into a slow descent back down to the ground.
It had gotten warmer out while Draco was up there. The cold that had been irritating him before had now left his body to be replaced with hot beads of sweat.
He had known it would be a perfect day to go in the pool.
Draco walked across the grass all the way to the other side of the mansion, where the pool was located. It was an extremely big pool complete with slides, diving boards, fake waterfalls and a hot tub off to the side.
He stripped himself down to his boxers and walked over to the diving board. He steadied himself, turned around and did a back flip into the pool. When he re-emerged from the water again he could hear a distant sound of clapping approaching. He turned to see none other then Hermione standing there clapping.
*Good job Draco* she smiled.
*Thanks. * He would have said more but couldn't. She was standing there, right in front of him, in the skimpiest black bikini he had ever seen. It didn't seem to leave anything to the imagination. Draco choked back a gasp.
He had to use all his self-control to not let his jaw drop. Instead, he took in exactly what she looked like. Hermione had definitely developed. Her body's luscious curves flowed so well into each other. Her stomach was flat and smooth, her legs long and lean, firm round breasts, strong slender arms, a long neck and a perfect ass in his perspective.
He definitely liked what he saw. Hermione put her towel down onto the ground, went to the ladder, and slowly descended into the pool.
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The water was just right. It wrapped around her body and she felt rather refreshed. Draco was a few feet away from her, staring. Hermione quite liked what she was doing to Draco. She could tell that he was trying very hard to pretend that he wasn't feeling even remotely aroused. Oh, was she going to toy with him. She started to readjust her bathing suit in a way that showed even more skin.
*Draco, could you tie this for me? * she asked, holding the strings that tied around her neck. He walked over to her, acting natural, and tied it.
She could feel his breathing, slightly ragged, as he tied her bathing suit up. She needed to think of more ways to toy with him. Then an idea came to her mind.
Hermione got up and went over to the diving board. But first she took the ponytail that was holding her hair up out of her hair, pretending like she needed to re-tie it. Then she dropped the ponytail into the water.
*Whoops! * She choked back her laughs.
She got on all fours on the diving board, and reached into the water to get the ponytail. But then decided to pretend she couldn't reach.
Draco was about a foot away from her. *Draco come here I can't reach it. * When he began to approach she made sure her breasts were right in front of his face, and since she was already bent over, he had a good view.
She could just feel his eyes on her. It was funny. He had forgotten about getting her ponytail.
*Umm, Draco it's over there, * she giggled.
*Oh, umm, right, * he responded and got it for her. He gave it to her extra slowly.
This was getting to easy, she thought.
Then she got up, tied her hair up and did the dive she hadn't gone up there to do. When finished, she swam up to Draco, and wrapped her arms around his neck. He smirked at her and then gave her a peck on the lips. Then he swam her over to the shallowest corner of the pool, which was about one or two feet deep. Draco sat himself down in the water and then pulled her on top of his lap. She could feel him underneath her, rock hard.
*Horny now aren't we? * She asked with a laugh.
*Only because I'm looking at you* he smirked.
Oh, did she love that smirk. It was so sexy, yet so reserved at the same time. It could mean just about anything, yet it was so readable. Sometimes you knew exactly what he meant by it, and sometimes you didn't. But it couldn't help but make you smile. Draco was just such a damned Malfoy. But she loved it.
Draco started to kiss her in the middle of her collarbone and work his way down to the strong crease of her cleavage. Then, completely unexpectedly, he blew a raspberry right in between her breasts.
Draco looked up and laughed. Hermione's expression must have looked hysterical. It was confusion mixed with the feeling of being taken aback. But, she soon snapped out of it, lowered her head to his abs and blew a raspberry on his strong, wet stomach.
*Im gunna get you. * He said as a mock threat.
Hermione squealed and started swimming away, but he was a fast swimmer. With arms like his how could he not be? Thinking fast Hermione jumped out of the pool, grabbed a towel and his broomstick and took of into the air, laughing at Draco, who had gotten out as well, and was underneath her looking helpless.
*Score! * she thought. She began to fly around in circles, still looking and laughing at Draco. However, Hermione still wasn't a very good flyer. She started to loose grip of the broom, since she wasn't paying much attention to her course, and plummeted right into the pool beneath her. There was a large splash as she and the broomstick fell into the cool water.
She rose from beneath the water gasping for breath. Lucky for her she had fallen into the deep end. She could have been seriously hurt it she hadn't. But through her thoughts she heard laughter. Draco put his arms around her and pulled her out of the pool, but continued to laugh. Once his broom was also safe, she asked, *What the hell is so funny? *
*You wouldn't make a very good thief Hermione, * was all he said.
*Hey! If I hadn't been paying attention to you standing down there completely helpless I wouldn't have fell! Plus, you're the one who taught me how to fly. Draco must not be a very good teacher. *
*I am not 'very good,' I am the best. *
*Prove it! * So, Draco did just that. He pulled her onto the broom and soared straight into the air. Draco began to dive, and it looked like he was going to hit the ground. Hermione shrieked, but then an instant before they hit the ground he pulled out of the dive and laughed at Hermione.
*Who's the best, huh? * He said with a smirk.
She just looked upon him with complete terror.
At lunchtime they went back up to the house to eat. Hermione, who was quite glad to have her feet firmly on the ground, was still rather taken aback. Her and Draco were talking quite animatedly about one thing or another when they heard voices. Draco peaked around the corner and saw that it was Lucius and Snape. They were walking towards them.
*Shit, * whispered Draco. *If Snape finds you, then it's all ruined! He pulled her into the nearest door and closed it quietly. *
Hermione's heart was racing. She slumped down into a corner. The room was old. It had a few plush chairs here or there, a frayed rug, a coffee table and an old wardrobe.
*What is Snape doing here? * Hermione questioned.
*Well, he stops by every now and then to chat. *
*You know he's a spy for Dumbledore right? * Shit, Hermione thought. Why did she say that? WHY?
*Oh, yeah, we've known for a long time. Voldemort and everyone else simply pretend to not know because this way they can give Dumbledore false information about whereabouts of things and what's going on with the plans. *
*Oh* Hermione thought, relived to know that she hadn't dispersed any classified information.
When they were sure that it was clear for them to go, they walked up the stairs to Draco's room. They had realized it wouldn't be safe in the Dining Hall, in case Snape got hungry. So they decided to have a house elf bring their lunch up to them.
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A/N - HaHa I am ending it right here because I know you all want to know what happens in DRACOS ROOM! Well, I decided to let you guys tell me. I think they should get Kinky up in there, but I'd like some honest viewer opinions on that. We don't want Ms. Granger to be TOO slutty now do we?
REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!
-eclipse
Hey guys! All right, to start things all off, I'm sorry about how crappy all the chapters have been. Especially the last chapter. But when I was writing chapter 7 I wasn't in the mood for writing, but not wanting to leave you guys with nothing for almost 2 days I wrote anyway. And the crap resulted from it. That's why the kinda kinky scene wasn't very vivid. I'll make it up to you all though.
Oh, also, guys I decided I'm going to write a chapter for you on the Origin of the necklaces. You'll never guess how deep of a past is behind them. lol. Hermione and Draco don't know this of course, but you guys are so desperate for information that I decided I must. It will also describe a lot of the past. Aren't you all so happy now? I bet your just itching to find out.
-Eclipse
**Reviewers**
Silver.Shadow. - Yeah, I agree, more info really is necessary. But its fun to build up your anticipation like this lol. And sooner or later they're gunna be bombarded with probs. So for now im going to let them live in the simplicity. But once the hit Hogwarts, probs will definitely start sparking up again. Plus im open for ideas, as long as they fit the plot which I am so brutally stirring up.
ZanarkandGirl - Why thank you, I feel special! And sure there will be fluff, but it will start becoming evil fluff eventually. *grins*
Dracoishot777- Ehh, well, there not worried about the necklaces. They think the necklaces are warning them of sumtin. Plus the necklaces have a type of value to them both. The necklaces will be explained more in a later chapter. And well, I tried my best to make her take it badly, but eventually I have to let her accept it cause if she doesn't then the plot wont work out.Plus, the evil is starting to sink into her, helping her accept it a bit more. If outside forces weren't messing with her mind then she probably wouldn't accept it. I agree.
Chloe Riddle - Oh that one was long! And Hell yeah, if I had that much money and stores like that id probably die of shock, and extreme happiness. Yeah London and France probably do have big shopping centers like that. I was actually considering sending them to France, but then Hermione, having the spell on her, would be expected to speak French, since she had the accent and everything. SO I decided to send them to America, since the American witches and wizards probably don't know too much about England, and would speak the same language as the two of them. And, New York is a big fashion place. Onto the other questions- Yes, Voldy creeps me out too, but he knows everything that goes on with them. Really he doesn't care how kinky they get, but he watches them because of reasons which will make themselves known later.
Tc - Hermione naturally wouldn't be a very kinky character. But, she is older now, and as Voldemort said in an earlier chapter, the evil is starting to sink into her soul now. And in my interpretation of evil, comes naughtiness, as well as many other things. Kinky can come with the naughtiness I guess. And Hermione is brave and cunning (as a gryffindor should be) and is willing to try new things. And if your wondering how the evil is starting to sink into her, your questions will soon be answered.
And now, the not so long-awaited, but still necessary, chapter 8.
*************************************
Hermione lay, staring up at the ceiling, with a broad smile across her face. She had just spent a truly marvelous day with Draco, and was raking through the details in her mind. She had never before, in her life, gotten so completely kinky with a guy. It was actually rather fun, she thought.
It really didn't make sense to her why he liked her. Or why she liked him. They had been fatal enemies for the most part of 6 years, but within a few weeks were now sharing sexual encounters. Its strange how instantly things can happen. Strange, how quickly your life can change forever. Hermione was a living example of this. Things that are so unlikely can become so ordinary in a matter of minutes. She never imagined her life to be quite like this. Never had she dreamed a mortal enemy could mean so much to her. An opinion can be changed in an instant. Again, a part of her life was living proof.
But for Draco, she was immensely grateful. He was pretty much pulling her through all of this. Having him in her new life made things so much easier to accept. She had to admit to herself though, that she still fully hadn't accepted this change, although she doubted anyone would. She had shared 16 years of her life with the Grangers. You can't easily erase that many years of love and laughter from someone's mind. Unless of course you used magic. But deep down she knew that Voldemort was being truthful, and that he was her father. She couldn't blame it on dreams anymore, and had no excuses left.
*So I guess this is my life* she murmured aloud, mainly to herself, before wrapping herself in the comfortable sheets of her bed and falling into a relaxingly deep sleep.
She awoke with a start, during the darkest part of night.
Her dream had come again, the one of her running through the forest with the hooded man. She had almost forgotten about this dream due to the many events in her life, but now the taunting was back. She swallowed down the lump forming in her throat.
What did it all mean? Were her dreams sending her a sort of code she must decipher? Or was it something more? Or maybe just something less? She could just be making a big deal out of something small. A recurring dream was not uncommon. Yes, she tried to convince herself. That's it. I'm just blowing this whole thing out of proportion.
This, she told herself, although unable to ignore the disturbance in her mind and the odd feeling in her gut.
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The suns' rays penetrated through the hangings on Dracos' windows, which cast a bright light upon his face and heated his pallid skin. This newfound warmth on his cheek was enough to bring him to a state of wakefulness, and though he tried to fall back asleep, he could not. Reluctantly, Draco got up and sat on the foot of his goose-feather bed, eyeing the sun with somewhat of an annoyance. Eventually, however, he did give into the perfect morning. He stood up and dressed himself, deciding that after breakfast he would spend the day outside, possibly flying or horseback riding, or even swimming, if the day grew hot enough, which it un- doubtingly would.
Spending time at Voldemort's mansion was always fun. Even though he was usually alone, unless another child had been reluctantly brought with their parent, he always had a lot of fun. There was such a vast array of things to do here. The mansion was enormous, with lots of hidden rooms to stumble upon, and there were an infinite number of outdoor activities to enjoy.
Draco had gotten up rather early that morning. He was the first to arrive at breakfast. This was quite a nice experience though, because whenever they all ate together in a group, the tensions were soaring throughout the room, making it hard to eat. So, for a nice change, Draco was able to eat his meal in peace.
After breakfast he walked upstairs to his room and found his broomstick. It, of course, was in a case, for Draco kept his broom neat to perfection, and did not want any outside objects to harm it. He brought the room down to the field outside before mounting it and taking off into the cool, fresh air of the morning.
Flying was one of his favorite pastimes. Just to feel the way the wind encases your body as you soar through the clouds is utterly astonishing. No matter how often Draco flew his broom, he would never get bored of it. He had always wished that he could just have a set of wings so he could disappear into the horizon. But, life and worldly things seemed to make this quite impossible. He sighed, and flew up higher and higher towards the clouds. The higher he flew, the chillier things seemed to get. Draco regretted not wearing something warmer, because going this high up always got you wet and cold.
Eventually he really just couldn't take the temperature and fell into a slow descent back down to the ground.
It had gotten warmer out while Draco was up there. The cold that had been irritating him before had now left his body to be replaced with hot beads of sweat.
He had known it would be a perfect day to go in the pool.
Draco walked across the grass all the way to the other side of the mansion, where the pool was located. It was an extremely big pool complete with slides, diving boards, fake waterfalls and a hot tub off to the side.
He stripped himself down to his boxers and walked over to the diving board. He steadied himself, turned around and did a back flip into the pool. When he re-emerged from the water again he could hear a distant sound of clapping approaching. He turned to see none other then Hermione standing there clapping.
*Good job Draco* she smiled.
*Thanks. * He would have said more but couldn't. She was standing there, right in front of him, in the skimpiest black bikini he had ever seen. It didn't seem to leave anything to the imagination. Draco choked back a gasp.
He had to use all his self-control to not let his jaw drop. Instead, he took in exactly what she looked like. Hermione had definitely developed. Her body's luscious curves flowed so well into each other. Her stomach was flat and smooth, her legs long and lean, firm round breasts, strong slender arms, a long neck and a perfect ass in his perspective.
He definitely liked what he saw. Hermione put her towel down onto the ground, went to the ladder, and slowly descended into the pool.
*******************
The water was just right. It wrapped around her body and she felt rather refreshed. Draco was a few feet away from her, staring. Hermione quite liked what she was doing to Draco. She could tell that he was trying very hard to pretend that he wasn't feeling even remotely aroused. Oh, was she going to toy with him. She started to readjust her bathing suit in a way that showed even more skin.
*Draco, could you tie this for me? * she asked, holding the strings that tied around her neck. He walked over to her, acting natural, and tied it.
She could feel his breathing, slightly ragged, as he tied her bathing suit up. She needed to think of more ways to toy with him. Then an idea came to her mind.
Hermione got up and went over to the diving board. But first she took the ponytail that was holding her hair up out of her hair, pretending like she needed to re-tie it. Then she dropped the ponytail into the water.
*Whoops! * She choked back her laughs.
She got on all fours on the diving board, and reached into the water to get the ponytail. But then decided to pretend she couldn't reach.
Draco was about a foot away from her. *Draco come here I can't reach it. * When he began to approach she made sure her breasts were right in front of his face, and since she was already bent over, he had a good view.
She could just feel his eyes on her. It was funny. He had forgotten about getting her ponytail.
*Umm, Draco it's over there, * she giggled.
*Oh, umm, right, * he responded and got it for her. He gave it to her extra slowly.
This was getting to easy, she thought.
Then she got up, tied her hair up and did the dive she hadn't gone up there to do. When finished, she swam up to Draco, and wrapped her arms around his neck. He smirked at her and then gave her a peck on the lips. Then he swam her over to the shallowest corner of the pool, which was about one or two feet deep. Draco sat himself down in the water and then pulled her on top of his lap. She could feel him underneath her, rock hard.
*Horny now aren't we? * She asked with a laugh.
*Only because I'm looking at you* he smirked.
Oh, did she love that smirk. It was so sexy, yet so reserved at the same time. It could mean just about anything, yet it was so readable. Sometimes you knew exactly what he meant by it, and sometimes you didn't. But it couldn't help but make you smile. Draco was just such a damned Malfoy. But she loved it.
Draco started to kiss her in the middle of her collarbone and work his way down to the strong crease of her cleavage. Then, completely unexpectedly, he blew a raspberry right in between her breasts.
Draco looked up and laughed. Hermione's expression must have looked hysterical. It was confusion mixed with the feeling of being taken aback. But, she soon snapped out of it, lowered her head to his abs and blew a raspberry on his strong, wet stomach.
*Im gunna get you. * He said as a mock threat.
Hermione squealed and started swimming away, but he was a fast swimmer. With arms like his how could he not be? Thinking fast Hermione jumped out of the pool, grabbed a towel and his broomstick and took of into the air, laughing at Draco, who had gotten out as well, and was underneath her looking helpless.
*Score! * she thought. She began to fly around in circles, still looking and laughing at Draco. However, Hermione still wasn't a very good flyer. She started to loose grip of the broom, since she wasn't paying much attention to her course, and plummeted right into the pool beneath her. There was a large splash as she and the broomstick fell into the cool water.
She rose from beneath the water gasping for breath. Lucky for her she had fallen into the deep end. She could have been seriously hurt it she hadn't. But through her thoughts she heard laughter. Draco put his arms around her and pulled her out of the pool, but continued to laugh. Once his broom was also safe, she asked, *What the hell is so funny? *
*You wouldn't make a very good thief Hermione, * was all he said.
*Hey! If I hadn't been paying attention to you standing down there completely helpless I wouldn't have fell! Plus, you're the one who taught me how to fly. Draco must not be a very good teacher. *
*I am not 'very good,' I am the best. *
*Prove it! * So, Draco did just that. He pulled her onto the broom and soared straight into the air. Draco began to dive, and it looked like he was going to hit the ground. Hermione shrieked, but then an instant before they hit the ground he pulled out of the dive and laughed at Hermione.
*Who's the best, huh? * He said with a smirk.
She just looked upon him with complete terror.
At lunchtime they went back up to the house to eat. Hermione, who was quite glad to have her feet firmly on the ground, was still rather taken aback. Her and Draco were talking quite animatedly about one thing or another when they heard voices. Draco peaked around the corner and saw that it was Lucius and Snape. They were walking towards them.
*Shit, * whispered Draco. *If Snape finds you, then it's all ruined! He pulled her into the nearest door and closed it quietly. *
Hermione's heart was racing. She slumped down into a corner. The room was old. It had a few plush chairs here or there, a frayed rug, a coffee table and an old wardrobe.
*What is Snape doing here? * Hermione questioned.
*Well, he stops by every now and then to chat. *
*You know he's a spy for Dumbledore right? * Shit, Hermione thought. Why did she say that? WHY?
*Oh, yeah, we've known for a long time. Voldemort and everyone else simply pretend to not know because this way they can give Dumbledore false information about whereabouts of things and what's going on with the plans. *
*Oh* Hermione thought, relived to know that she hadn't dispersed any classified information.
When they were sure that it was clear for them to go, they walked up the stairs to Draco's room. They had realized it wouldn't be safe in the Dining Hall, in case Snape got hungry. So they decided to have a house elf bring their lunch up to them.
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A/N - HaHa I am ending it right here because I know you all want to know what happens in DRACOS ROOM! Well, I decided to let you guys tell me. I think they should get Kinky up in there, but I'd like some honest viewer opinions on that. We don't want Ms. Granger to be TOO slutty now do we?
REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!
-eclipse