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Someday
Ch. 5 The Storm
"Well, I guess that takes care of that then, now doesn't it?" Draco replaced the phone back onto its receiver and looking around him. The power was out, and Hermione looked at him with a face of "now what the fuck do I do?"
"Um, I guess the first thing we should do is close the door," Hermione stammered. She walked over the threshold and looked up in the sky. The clouds were darkening to an almost eerie color, and she shuddered. She closed and locked the door, then walked around the house locking windows and doors.
"If you want to help you can gather some candles and start lighting them. I don't know how long it's going to be until we get power back, but better safe than sorry."
"Yea.where are the candles?" Draco was suddenly aware of her calmness.
"They should be in the basement. Bring up a couple of flashlights too, just in case."
"As you wish, master," Draco muttered under his breath.
"Excuse me?" Hermione demanded.
"I'll be right back, Granger," he replied grumpily. Hermione smiled, knowing Draco had no choice but to listen to her.
As Draco made his way through the basement, Hermione ran into her bedroom to change into something more comfortable. She opted for a pair of blue jeans and a plain white t-shirt that showed off her figure beautifully. She tied her wavy hair up into a messy pony tail and let a few tendrils of blond highlight tumble down. Simply sexy, she thought.
"Granger I can't find the candles!" Draco yelled.
"Hold on, I'll be down in a second!" Hermione gave herself another quick glance in the mirror and proceeded to the basement. She walked over to the big glass doors that over looked the lake and viewed the sky. The sun was completely obliterated by the menacing blackness of the clouds, and a shiver ran down Hermione's spine. She shrugged off the chills and headed to the downstairs.
"Where are you Malfoy?" she yelled at the top of the staircase.
"Near the bottom of the stairs, it's darker than hell down here, go grab a flashlight."
"Don't tell me what to do! I'm being nice to allow you to stay here; the least you can do is be a bit more polite! Or is that word not even registering on your vocabulary radar?"
"Fine! Hermione," he pleaded sarcastically, "would you be so very kind as to locate a lighting device so that I may continue my search for a box of candles?"
"See, now that wasn't so hard, now was it?" Draco muttered something profane, but nonetheless inaudible, and Hermione headed back upstairs to grab a flashlight. One sat on the kitchen counter, and after checking to see if the batteries worked, Hermione went back towards the basement. "Found one!"
She walked down the basement and found Draco searching through a pile of boxes when a large clap of thunder shook the house, scaring the shit out of Hermione. Draco jumped up from the boxes with a look of surprise and terror in his eyes, in just time to see Hermione trip over herself and fall.
"Jesus Merlin!" He ran over and caught her in midair. Unfortunately, Draco lost his balance as he caught her and they both fell backwards, Hermione landing on top of Draco. A flash of lightening brightened the skies outside before another boom of thunder shook rolled through the skies.
The electricity that emanated from their touch could have sparked wild fires. Hermione gazed into Draco's eyes as his hands held her arms from where he caught her. She lay partially on top of him, and their lips were inches apart.
Hermione looked into Draco's blazing blue eyes and felt her heart skip a beat. She wanted so badly to kiss him; his lips teased her with their softness and fullness. His muscles ripped through his thin shirt. Oh to have those arms wrapped around her, holding her tightly and keeping her safe. Her breasts grazed Draco's torso as she collected herself and regained her thoughts.
"Um, thank you for uh, catching me. You, you didn't have to," Hermione stammered as she brushed her self off and got back to her feet. Draco still lied on the floor, and she reached out her hand. "Here," she offered.
Draco grabbed her hand and together they hoisted him up onto his feet. Her hands were soft and delicate, but strong. He towered over her and looked down upon into her gaze. There were only a few centimeters between them, and he breathed in her light, flowery scent. The urge to take her back into his arms and make love to her was more than any man could possibly handle, and the bulge in his jeans was proof of that. He bent down and picked up the flashlight.
"You're welcome. Let's say we find those candles?" He finally broke the silence.
"Um, yea, it looks like we're going to need them." The rain had not fallen yet, but the thunder and lightening continually rolled.
Hermione only looked for a moment when she found the box of candles.
"You can stop looking now, I found them, Malfoy," she said absently.
"Then I'm going to go up and wash up a bit, if you don't mind," he replied. He headed towards the stairs and Hermione watched as his tight ass ascended the staircase. How is it possible to want some one who pissed you off so much, she thought. Something occurred to her.
"Malfoy I don't know if the water is going to work. It's not a good idea to run it anyways with all the lightening," she yelled up.
"That's fine, I found baby wipes up here. Are you coming up or what? It's getting darker out," he bellowed.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" she muttered exasperated. The box was heavier than she remembered. She reached the top of the stairs to find the room almost completely blackened by the lack of sunlight. The clouds were as dark as she had ever seen them, and she was beginning to get nervous.
"Don't worry, it's only a thunderstorm," Draco stated.
"Huh, what?" Hermione snapped out of her reverie.
"You have a look on your face, you look worried. It's just a storm. Besides," he puffed up his chest, "I'm here to protect you, remember?"
Hermione shoved the box into Draco's inflated torso. "Fine, almighty protector, light some candles." Draco let out a slight gasp of surprise as shoving the box at him caused him to double over slightly.
"Yes ma'am," he gasped, pretending to have had the wind knocked out of him.
Silence passed between the two as Hermione watched Draco light the candles and charmed them to float around the lake house. She looked at him with a small daydreamy look in her eyes. He certainly was a catch. She wondered how many girls he had been with, and wondered what it'd be like to be with him.
"I bet you're thinking about me naked, aren't ya?" Draco surprised her with a smug smile spread across his face.
"In your dreams, Malfoy," she retorted, slightly caught by surprise.
"I don't blame you, I'm pretty damn sexy if I do say so myself." He wiggled his eyebrows.
"Draco Malfoy, you are insufferable!" The fire in Hermione's eyes returning.
"Yea, but you still want me in bed with you!" he teased.
"Fuck you!" and she threw a pillow at him as hard as she could. Unfortunately he caught it and was able to deflect her throw.
"Ya know, I wouldn't be getting to you as much if it weren't true," he countered. He threw the pillow back at her.
"God you are so annoying!" and with that she rushed to her bedroom, very flushed and locked the door. She grabbed the candles that were still in her bathroom and lit them to fill the room, and she opened her blinds. She picked up the book she was reading and sat down in the chair hammock hanging in her room in a huff, very distressed and very flustered.
Someday
Ch. 5 The Storm
"Well, I guess that takes care of that then, now doesn't it?" Draco replaced the phone back onto its receiver and looking around him. The power was out, and Hermione looked at him with a face of "now what the fuck do I do?"
"Um, I guess the first thing we should do is close the door," Hermione stammered. She walked over the threshold and looked up in the sky. The clouds were darkening to an almost eerie color, and she shuddered. She closed and locked the door, then walked around the house locking windows and doors.
"If you want to help you can gather some candles and start lighting them. I don't know how long it's going to be until we get power back, but better safe than sorry."
"Yea.where are the candles?" Draco was suddenly aware of her calmness.
"They should be in the basement. Bring up a couple of flashlights too, just in case."
"As you wish, master," Draco muttered under his breath.
"Excuse me?" Hermione demanded.
"I'll be right back, Granger," he replied grumpily. Hermione smiled, knowing Draco had no choice but to listen to her.
As Draco made his way through the basement, Hermione ran into her bedroom to change into something more comfortable. She opted for a pair of blue jeans and a plain white t-shirt that showed off her figure beautifully. She tied her wavy hair up into a messy pony tail and let a few tendrils of blond highlight tumble down. Simply sexy, she thought.
"Granger I can't find the candles!" Draco yelled.
"Hold on, I'll be down in a second!" Hermione gave herself another quick glance in the mirror and proceeded to the basement. She walked over to the big glass doors that over looked the lake and viewed the sky. The sun was completely obliterated by the menacing blackness of the clouds, and a shiver ran down Hermione's spine. She shrugged off the chills and headed to the downstairs.
"Where are you Malfoy?" she yelled at the top of the staircase.
"Near the bottom of the stairs, it's darker than hell down here, go grab a flashlight."
"Don't tell me what to do! I'm being nice to allow you to stay here; the least you can do is be a bit more polite! Or is that word not even registering on your vocabulary radar?"
"Fine! Hermione," he pleaded sarcastically, "would you be so very kind as to locate a lighting device so that I may continue my search for a box of candles?"
"See, now that wasn't so hard, now was it?" Draco muttered something profane, but nonetheless inaudible, and Hermione headed back upstairs to grab a flashlight. One sat on the kitchen counter, and after checking to see if the batteries worked, Hermione went back towards the basement. "Found one!"
She walked down the basement and found Draco searching through a pile of boxes when a large clap of thunder shook the house, scaring the shit out of Hermione. Draco jumped up from the boxes with a look of surprise and terror in his eyes, in just time to see Hermione trip over herself and fall.
"Jesus Merlin!" He ran over and caught her in midair. Unfortunately, Draco lost his balance as he caught her and they both fell backwards, Hermione landing on top of Draco. A flash of lightening brightened the skies outside before another boom of thunder shook rolled through the skies.
The electricity that emanated from their touch could have sparked wild fires. Hermione gazed into Draco's eyes as his hands held her arms from where he caught her. She lay partially on top of him, and their lips were inches apart.
Hermione looked into Draco's blazing blue eyes and felt her heart skip a beat. She wanted so badly to kiss him; his lips teased her with their softness and fullness. His muscles ripped through his thin shirt. Oh to have those arms wrapped around her, holding her tightly and keeping her safe. Her breasts grazed Draco's torso as she collected herself and regained her thoughts.
"Um, thank you for uh, catching me. You, you didn't have to," Hermione stammered as she brushed her self off and got back to her feet. Draco still lied on the floor, and she reached out her hand. "Here," she offered.
Draco grabbed her hand and together they hoisted him up onto his feet. Her hands were soft and delicate, but strong. He towered over her and looked down upon into her gaze. There were only a few centimeters between them, and he breathed in her light, flowery scent. The urge to take her back into his arms and make love to her was more than any man could possibly handle, and the bulge in his jeans was proof of that. He bent down and picked up the flashlight.
"You're welcome. Let's say we find those candles?" He finally broke the silence.
"Um, yea, it looks like we're going to need them." The rain had not fallen yet, but the thunder and lightening continually rolled.
Hermione only looked for a moment when she found the box of candles.
"You can stop looking now, I found them, Malfoy," she said absently.
"Then I'm going to go up and wash up a bit, if you don't mind," he replied. He headed towards the stairs and Hermione watched as his tight ass ascended the staircase. How is it possible to want some one who pissed you off so much, she thought. Something occurred to her.
"Malfoy I don't know if the water is going to work. It's not a good idea to run it anyways with all the lightening," she yelled up.
"That's fine, I found baby wipes up here. Are you coming up or what? It's getting darker out," he bellowed.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" she muttered exasperated. The box was heavier than she remembered. She reached the top of the stairs to find the room almost completely blackened by the lack of sunlight. The clouds were as dark as she had ever seen them, and she was beginning to get nervous.
"Don't worry, it's only a thunderstorm," Draco stated.
"Huh, what?" Hermione snapped out of her reverie.
"You have a look on your face, you look worried. It's just a storm. Besides," he puffed up his chest, "I'm here to protect you, remember?"
Hermione shoved the box into Draco's inflated torso. "Fine, almighty protector, light some candles." Draco let out a slight gasp of surprise as shoving the box at him caused him to double over slightly.
"Yes ma'am," he gasped, pretending to have had the wind knocked out of him.
Silence passed between the two as Hermione watched Draco light the candles and charmed them to float around the lake house. She looked at him with a small daydreamy look in her eyes. He certainly was a catch. She wondered how many girls he had been with, and wondered what it'd be like to be with him.
"I bet you're thinking about me naked, aren't ya?" Draco surprised her with a smug smile spread across his face.
"In your dreams, Malfoy," she retorted, slightly caught by surprise.
"I don't blame you, I'm pretty damn sexy if I do say so myself." He wiggled his eyebrows.
"Draco Malfoy, you are insufferable!" The fire in Hermione's eyes returning.
"Yea, but you still want me in bed with you!" he teased.
"Fuck you!" and she threw a pillow at him as hard as she could. Unfortunately he caught it and was able to deflect her throw.
"Ya know, I wouldn't be getting to you as much if it weren't true," he countered. He threw the pillow back at her.
"God you are so annoying!" and with that she rushed to her bedroom, very flushed and locked the door. She grabbed the candles that were still in her bathroom and lit them to fill the room, and she opened her blinds. She picked up the book she was reading and sat down in the chair hammock hanging in her room in a huff, very distressed and very flustered.