Hey! I want to thank everyone who reviewed the last chapter, Soft Kisses and Confused Tears!! I'm happy that you enjoyed it! ^^! Sorry it took so long for this part to come out… I had exams and than came the holidays. But I worked almost till midnight on New Years eve to get this on the ff.net. Anyhow! I wish you a merry(whatever you celebrate) and a Happy New Year. I do not own any of the characters, if I did, the sex and corruption(Malfoy in chains) WOULD have started in the first book!^^! The lyrics, which are italicized, are from Shiver, by Coldplay. PS. There's a little unexpected scene (surprise) in here… please ignore it … if u want.
Part 3:
Hermione POV
I dashed through the empty hallways and moving staircases but I didn't appear to be getting near. It seemed forever before I reached my room. Subsequent to locking the latch of my door I slumped down to the floor and laid my head against my knees. How could I be so blind? The hair and the matching grey eyes. I cursed myself unceasingly. Crying gently, while attempting to suffocate my misery, I blocked all exterior sounds.
Ten minutes after the shock departed, I forced myself to stand up and dress up. Ice did not ease the pain originating from the bruise concealing my wrist.
It was only one in the morning when there was an abrupt deafening knock on my door. Glancing at the mirror, I saw the same monotonous "Hermione Granger" trembling with perplexity. I strolled over to the door, my hands quivering. What happens if it is Malfoy? I paused at the door, contemplating on if it was a good idea to answer the door.
"Herm, it's me. Com'on answer the door, I know you're there," Harry soft voice said behind the door.
I sighed in relief and opened the door. Ginny, Ron and Harry stood there, worrying over me.
Harry rushed inside and embraced me in his arms.
"What's wrong?" Ron asked, closing the doors behind him and Ginny.
"Were you at the dance?" Harry said, removing my tears with his thumb.
"Who was it?" Ginny said softly, holding my hand, clearly noticing the bruise.
"Yes I was. I need to be alone," I said strenuously, pushing away from Harry.
He examined me carefully and whispered, "Come to me, if you need to talk."
Ron approached and hugged me, "Same here."
They quietly left my room and I locked the door. A few minutes after I changed into my nightgown, I walked onto my balcony and watched the stars illuminating the velvet sky. I could hear Malfoy banging rudely on my door and screaming my name. Then everything became silent again. He probably gave up. However I was wrong once more. The door to his balcony yanked open and he ran outside.
So I look in your direction
but you pay me no attention, do you?
"Granger! Can't you answer your door?!" he hissed, clutching his fists.
"Relax, I'm not planning to tell anyone," I said angrily, starting to leave.
"Will you just listen!" he yelled, gracefully leaping over into my balcony.
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Malfoy's POV
She opened the door but I quickly caught her by the waist. I had no clue whatsoever what I was doing. What the hell made me jump over that fucking balcony. Her vulnerability. She's merely irresistible when she is vulnerable. I shook my head. Mudblood Granger. That's all she is. She had changed her clothes… to a flimsy nightgown. The strap of her nightgown slipped off her shoulder. I observed the pale skin that was revealed. I was appalled with my urge to feel her.
I know you don't listen to me
'cos you say you see straight through me, don't you?
"Will you stop looking at me like that," Granger barked.
"Only a few hours and I have had an influence on you! Me, looking at you? Woman you must be joking! Who would even want to look at you! Not even your dear Potter does!" I said smirking. I knew this wasn't a bit true. She was gorgeous. But just only a little, not worthy of my taste.
She growled in agony and slapped me unexpectedly. She marched off into her room and slammed the doors shut on my face.
"The little bitch!" I said angrily, caressing my cheek. She is quite strong compared to Parkinson. This is the second time she slapped me tonight, and the second time I allowed her to get away. I definitely cannot forget the first time she slapped me. It completely surprised me! I shook my head, " Granger, you'll be back for more."
There was a small silence in her room and a blaring voice said, "I would rather die!!"
"Yes, what a transition! Your anger impresses me Granger!" I said mockingly. If I was right, I could hear her tiny sobs crying out in the loneliness of her room.
" Fuck off, will you!" she screamed at me, from behind the door.
"Women," I said frustratingly, returning to my room.
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Next day, Saturday : Draco's room
Crabbe and Goyle walked to me as I was reflecting sitting on a black armchair.
"Uhh…duhhh…," Crabbe said.
"Don't you have anything intelligent to say besides 'uhhh' and 'duhhh,'" I said, standing up and walking to his trunk.
"You wanted to see us?" Goyle said, embarrassed.
"Women," I said in scorn, grabbing a black book of dark magic my father had sent. "How the fuck can anyone understand them."
"Ummm…" said Crabbe, trying to think.
"Why the fuck am I asking you? You're bloody morons," I yelled kicking my trunk closed.
"Are you having problems with Pansy," Goyle asked, playing with his fingers.
"Why does everyone think I love her?" I said annoyed, throwing open the book.
"But you love her," Crabbe said.
"You stupid idiot, what the fuck did I just say! Women. They can't make up their mind!" I yelled at them, flipping roughly through the pages. "Especially one particular bitch. She… I cannot understand her! Bloody hell! Any fucking bitch would want to be associated with a Malfoy. The name, the money, the power," I sneered at them, looking up from the book. "But not her."
"Uh… why don't you use your power to get her… umm… Draco… who is she," Crabbe asked.
But on and on
from the moment I wake
to the moment I sleep
"That is the most intelligent thing you have said in five years!" I complimented him, tediously reading through one of the pages. My father always said to use my power and name to acquire the things I wanted. "Fuck I love her," I whispered underneath my breath, partly disgusted and ashamed of myself. The other part of me did not know what to say. I stared at the ceiling. Gradually, I went to my closet and seized a bottle of hard liquor I had previously stolen from my father's cabinet. I poured a whole glass as Crabbe and Goyle watched, dumbfounded. I gulped it down, letting it slowly drift down. "My money nor my name will be a help. She detests both actually," I smirked, "That's why I like her."
I'll be there by your side
just you try and stop me
"Draco, what will your father think?" Goyle asked, scratching his head.
"I don't fucking care what the bastard thinks! Let me be, GO!" I yelled at them furiously, slamming the door on them.
I'll be waiting in line
just to see if you care
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Meanwhile in the Gryffindor common room, Hermione's POV
I sat near Harry, Ron and Ginny. Miraculously, Harry and Ron hadn't asked me again about last night. Ginny was still begging me to tell her who was my 'charming' knight.
"Slytherin doesn't know what is coming towards them! We'll beat them rotten!" Ron said triumphantly.
"Malfoy has been practicing a lot," Harry said, while polishing his Firebolt.
"You'll kill him! Smother him, beat him to the snitch!" Ron said proudly, his eyes narrowing as if he were visualizing Malfoy's defeat already.
"WILL YOU SHUT UP!" I shouted at them, aiming my book at Ron's head.
"Careful!" Ron said protecting his head.
"What's wrong, Herm?" Harry asked.
"It's probably that time of the month again!" Ron said rolling his eyes. Ginny watched him coldly.
"Men! Dumb as a door knob! They never know how to start a conversation. Cold-hearted bastards!"I said, gritting my teeth.
"You swore!" Ron said, looking at me in disbelief.
" Herm, does this have to do with last night?" Harry asked, putting away his brrom.
"Yes, it seems as though Malfoy has had a major effect on you. Throwing books, swearing… actually, do you think that there might be a chance that Malfoy has been PMS'ing for the past few years?" he asked coincidentally.
I stopped what I was doing and threw my book once more in his face, "Malfoy is the biggest cold hearted son of a bitch," I said, walking towards the door. That doesn't even explain why I like him. No. I liked the person I met with the mask, not Malfoy. Than why the fuck do I want to see him so badly.
"Herm wait up!" Harry called out.
I turned around and directed my finger towards him, "And don't you dare 'Herm' me!"
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Hermione's POV, Her room
Later on that day, I was reading a book on my bed about the history of dark magic, while Ginny continually gazed up from painting her nails and stared at me.
"What?!" I said exasperated. Luckily Harry and Ron or anyone else for that matter weren't present.
"Com'on, Herm! Talk to me! Who was with you during the ball! I mean… you looked so cute together. If Harry knew it was you, I bet his ears would be as red as Ron's! You even won the title of Queen and King… well if you didn't run away… " said Ginny, trying to look entirely innocent.
"Trust me you wouldn't want to know who he was. This spell is very interesting… look it has.." I said quickly.
"Trying to change the topic, aren't we? Did you kiss?""
I nodded, try to remember his sweet taste. I told her about the man with the mask and the wonderful time that I had before everything got screwed up.
"Who is it?" she asked anxiously.
"The worst person possible," I said, sighing deeply, "Guess."
Thirty minutes later
"I've named almost everyone. Herm, I have no clue who you're talking about!" Ginny said, giving up.
"Ginny, you've named all the Slytherins, except for one!" I said lazily lying back on my bed.
Ginny thought back and said, "Draco Malfoy?"
"It took you thirty minutes! Yes Malfoy!" I said throwing one of my pillows over my head.
"You ran away from Draco Malfoy? Are you crazy?"she said, throwing herself on a nearby pillow.
"What?! Ron would kill you if he heard you," I laughed, peering from my pillow.
"Every girl in Hogwarts would like to date him. You kissed Draco Malfoy!" she said, entering her own dream world.
"Yes and I fucking ran away from him as well! Slapped him twice in a night! Pretty damn good, I must say," I said proudly, offering her a box of chocolates.
She took the box in her hands. She looked up, her eyes gleaming and said, "Why, any woman who can say that they spanked a Malfoy twice in one night, should be contented with herself."
"Ginny!" I yelled, hitting her with my pillow.
Ginny laughed and played around with the pillow, and asked, "Have you seen him after the ball?"
"Yes, after you guys left my room… but not after that," I said, "I made sure that I didn't see him."
"You still like him" she said, throwing chocolate wrappers at me.
"I most certainly do not! He's such a self arrogant bastard!" I said.
"Definitely!" she responded.
"He's a -,"
"Malfoy," Ginny added.
"Correct! However, most of all, he's a damn-,"
"good kisser with a seductive character to add to his sexy body?" Ginny said, searching for a particular chocolate.
"Correct!" I said, nodding my head. "HEY!"
"I wonder what Harry would say…"Ginny said, picking a chocolate.
"Harry? Harry is not my boyfriend and he has no right to tell me who I like!" I said, striving to stop my hands from shaking.
"So than you do like him…" Ginny said again.
"No I don't!" I said, staring at the trunk where I had locked my dress from last night and my crown. I thought back to the cruel intentions I had in the back of my mind when Malfoy and I met on the balcony after the ball. I reflected on the dream I had… where I taking pleasure from removing Malfoy's shirt and his soft kisses down my chest. "I like him," I said shocked, as I threw myself against my bed.
"I knew it!" Ginny said in triumph.
"Fuck! What am I going to do?" I said desperately.
"Relax!" Ginny said calmly, holding a chocolate high in the air. "Draco Malfoy is like a dark chocolate…dark on the outside," she continued, slyly taking a bite into the chocolate… "but creamy on the inside."
"GINNY!!!!" I screamed at her before howling her out of my room. To make my day even better, Malfoy walked into the hallway at the same moment. His eyes quickly locked in with mine. For just a second, I thought that I could see the slight shimmer in his eyes, and it quickly disappeared before I could have a good look at it.
"Isn't it way past you bedtime?" he asked maliciously, walking proudly to his room's door. He stopped, and turned to us and said to me in the same tone, "Surprising, or rather hopefully, you've learned to keep your mouth shut in front of your retarded friends." He entered his room and shut the door behind him.
Ginny nudged me in the ribs and said, "Taking a bite of that dark chocolate tonight?"
"GINNY!!" I yelled furiously. She ran off giggling to the end of the hallway. I looked towards Malfoy's door. I returned solemnly to my room, not willing to accept the strong emotions that invaded my head, and perhaps even my heart.
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Next Day
I had not even seated myself at my regular seat next to Harry, the next morning when Ron and Harry were anxiously parading me.
"Herm, talk to us!" Ron pleaded desperately.
"Sorry, if I said anything wrong," Harry said, sitting down next to me.
I found this ridiculously funny, considering that at this moment most of the female body was enviously spying on us because I had the pleasure of having Harry and Ron practically beg on their knees for me to talk to them. I laughed at them, "I'm not angry at you! I was angry at someone else."
"Who?" Ron asked, relieved that he wouldn't have to suffer under my abominable eyes for a month.
"It doesn't matter now," I said hastily, "Can you please pass me the bread?"
Harry passed me the bread and said, "Tell us later."
"Sure!" I lied. I would eventually find a way to hide it from them and slowly they would forget it. Harry grinned at me oddly and astonished me by actually kissing me on the cheek. Of course this went unnoticed on some other tables. However, many of the Gryffindors noticed it. Ron cleared his throat and proceeded to eat. I could feel my cheeks blushing, but there was no sensual feeling except for surprise. (Note: this is not my surprise) If it had happened a few months back, I would probably choke on my food and cough it up on him. I felt completely uncomfortable. It wasn't only the fact that Harry had kissed me… but the feeling of a pair of eyes watching me. I glanced quickly across the room to where Malfoy sat and saw him glaring at me with no expression on his face. It was yet again the same expression that he had when watching the lake. I could hear Ron and laughing near me. I felt Harry arms enwrap me and gently lay me down on his chest. Malfoy's eyes changed rapidly, and he examined Harry or me, it was too hard too tell, with the utmost disgust.
"Herm, I've never seen you so much in the moon! What are you looking at?" he said, trying to follow my eyes.
I hastily turned my eyes towards him and said, "Oh, nothing. Can we leave?"
"Sure thing!" Harry said, standing up and motioning to Ron.
I glanced back at Malfoy, but he was busy chatting with Crabbe and Goyle. We walked out of the hallway and went to the library. When we were walking to the Gryffindor common room, Malfoy was blocking the staircase with his cronies. He was deep into conversation with another boy in our grade from Slytherin. They were talking about a certain amulet, but I had difficulty comprehending what they were saying.
"Talking about the next Death Eater meeting, Malfoy?" Ron asked, interrupting their conversation.
"None of your concern. Staying here again for the holidays, Weasley?" he sneered, sliding a brown package into his robes. "Oh, that's true. Wouldn't allow your poor mama to sacrifice the last coins in the tea tin."
"Malfoy!" Ron yelled, jumping on him and grabbing his collar.
"Ron!" I screamed at him, getting Harry to help me pull Ron off while the Slytherins laughed.
Malfoy gave Ron a horrible punch in the face, and pushed him on Harry. Everything was happening so quickly… I tripped on Harry's leg while trying to catch on to the wall for support and fell directly on Malfoy and we got completely tangled up on the floor. One of my legs was wrapped around his, while his other leg was lying in between my legs. My chest was lying flat on his and the only thing that was separating it was his hand. His other hand was on my lower back.
"Get your hands off my ass!" I yelled in his ear. Meanwhile, Harry tried to help me, but Malfoy managed to punch him.
"So Potter! Are you visiting your parents? Oh, that's true you don't have any!" he said.
"That's it!" Harry's voice said, before jumping on top of my back and trying to reach for Malfoy's neck.
Ron started pulling Malfoy's legs apart. The few Slytherins were asking Malfoy if he needed help, but were quite afraid to join in what resembled more like an orgy than anything else. Ron pushed us over and we all rolled over together. Next, Malfoy held me with one hand and punched poor Harry and Ron from behind. This just added to the pressure! Malfoy and Harry were both on top of me, beating the crap out of each other, whether they saw each other or not. Malfoy was breathing heavily down my neck and cursing loudly. To add to this all, Ron was partly tickling me from his position, and I accidentally kicked Malfoy and Harry in the crotch and hit Ron in the face with my shoe. They all cried out in pain and were magically thrown off of me. I got up to notice Professor Snape with his wand set out and McGonagall observing us angrily. He dismissed the other Slytherins, and watched us, especially me.
"Explain," Snape said plainly.
"He said something bad about my family," Ron said, pointing at Malfoy.
"Same here," Harry said quietly, shooting Malfoy his worst death glare.
"Miss. Granger, why are you a part of this?" McGonagall asked, brushing away Harry and Ron's explanations easily.
"I fell on him," I said, motioning my head towards Malfoy.
"He was trying to take advantage of her, sir!" Harry said, finally looking at the teachers.
"Is that so! Mr. Malfoy trying to take advantage of Miss. Granger!" said Snape.
I could feel myself blushing.
Snape seemed ready to give a harsh punishment to us when McGonagall spoke out, "Severus."
Snape stopped what he was about to say and instead she said, "I'm sure that Miss, Granger suffered enough with that excess weight on her."
Snape continued to remark, "In addition, Miss Granger's peculiar act of defense, seems to have punished all you boys."
I couldn't keep a straight face, when all three of them looked up at me. Ron was rubbing his cheek. Harry's face seemed in agony but dismissed the 'punishment' easily. Malfoy, who had accepted the full strength of the kick, seemed in agony also. He looked at me and it seemed that his lips twirled in a small laugh.
"Mr. Malfoy and Miss. Granger, please follow me. I have some information concerning a certain event," Professor McGonagall said.
I smiled and apologized to Harry and Ron before walking away with McGonagall.
After Malfoy had finished speaking with Snape, he walked hurriedly to catch up. When he finally caught up with us, he said to me in a low whisper, "I discover more and more shocking things about you each day." I wasn't sure if he meant it sarcastically or if it was a compliment but I ignored it. We entered an empty room where the Head Boy, Head Girl and the Prefects had their meetings.
McGonagall turned to us and said, "Professor Dumbledore would like you to get together and write up a list of things you would like to organize for the students remaining at Hogwarts for the Christmas holidays. Therefore I hope that you can meet as soon as possible. I shall leave you, hoping that you will take this matter seriously and maturely." She left us in silence.
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Malfoy's POV
Me? Meet up with her. I certainly did not want to speak with her, especially after that embarrassing scene. Well, I guess it is better to know that she also kicked Harry in the same spot.
She just stood in front of me, ignoring my eyes and playing around with her hair, and biting her lower lip. The little bitch is nervous! I wonder what she was so nervous about. Potter. He was looking at her in that stupid obnoxious way Pansy looks at me- well a little less. He likes her, I noticed. But why so sudden? They were in a fight, according to my sources. Potter might not be so stupid after all if he likes it when she gets angry. He's quite smart, trying to pick on her when she's very vulnerable. I knew she was. Granger was not even listening in class! That is something big.
"Will you stop looking at me like that?" she said, irritated.
oh, did you want me to change?
well I'd change for good
and I want you to know
that you'll always get your way
I wanted to say...
She'd make a perfect Slytherin wife. I wonder how she would look in chains. "I'll look at you how ever I want," I hissed.
She observed me disgustingly and said, "When do you want to meet?"
"You don't have to sound as if it's going to kill you, Granger…. although I can't believe I have to meet with you," I answered, circling her.
"Will you please stop that!" she said angrily, moving away. "How about tomorrow at lunch."
"Can't. I'm busy the whole week with Quidditch practices for the final game before the Christmas season," I said, looking at her hand as she brought it up to her forehead in frustration.
"Quidditch ," she said rather sickly. Her arm showed a bluish mark that was definitely given by me the night of the ball. Her face was full of agony at the simple gesture of raising her hand and it was probably disturbing her a lot. She noticed that I was examining the bruise and quickly lowered her arm.
As much as I hated to say it, but I felt deeply inclined to help her. I shouldn't have hurt her like that. Than again, who can blame me for being a Malfoy.
so you know how much I need you
but you never even see me, do you?
and is this my final chance of getting you?
"Tonight, I have a practice… but if you can wait till eleven at night, on the grounds, I can meet up with you," I said quietly, grasping the package in my pocket to make sure it was still there. I watched the expression of surprise on her face. "What?!"
"Nothing, she said hastily, "Sure, I'll be there."
I nodded and started to exit the room, when I was reminded about one thing.
"Oh yes," I called out to her, "Granger." I ran my hands through my hair and tilting my head downwards. I peered over at her and said, "Don't tell anyone, especially Potter and Weasley. I don't want to talk to you with them babysitting our conversation." I left before she could answer
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Nightime … 10pm
Hermione's POV
I was sitting with Harry and Ron, reflecting on what Malfoy had said in the room about Harry and Ron babysitting me. It's true that Harry and Ron were overprotective. Ginny was more excited than I was. She thought that Malfoy and I would be doing more than talking. I wasn't frightened at the thought that Malfoy was going to do something to me. In fact, I didn't believe that anything in peculiar was going to happen tonight, but I was nervous like shit. I would have to look at those mysterious dark eyes I had grown fond of since the night of the ball despite knowing who he was. I packed my things in my bag and decided to take a small book for reading while I waited for him. I got up quietly and started to leave the Gryffindor room, hoping that Ron and Harry would continue with their conversation on Quidditch.
"Where are you going?" Harry asked.
I hated to lie to them, but otherwise they would just tag along and get upset about my meeting with Malfoy before I told them what it was about.
" I'm very tired. I'll see you tomorrow," I said, pretending to yawn and walked away.
I briskly fixed my hair and appearance in my room before going to the grounds. The Slytherins were already busy practicing. Malfoy was deep in concentration and I couldn't help but stop reading my book. He appeared different when he was playing Quidditch. He caught the snitch that he was practicing with and held it up in glory. The expression on his lips formed into a twisted smile when he found me watching him. I quickly threw back my hair and walked away, not wanting to admit to myself that Malfoy was more interesting to watch than Harry or Ron. He had improved in the past few years to the extent that he was catching up to Harry's level. I walked further from the field, attempting to read my novel with great difficulty.
I'll be there by your side
just you try and stop me
I'll be waiting in line
just to see if you care, if you care
Time passed and the grounds seemed to have quieted down and I couldn't hear the loud obscene voices of the Slytherins. I checked my watch and noticed that it was eleven thirty. I couldn't believe that he had stood me up… absolutely like Malfoy!
Something came behind me at an accelerating speed and snatched my novel. Malfoy was flying on his broom, while holding my book high up in the air. He was almost at ground level with his broom, trying to intimidate me as I jumped up to grasp my book.
"Malfoy!! Give it back at once!!" I yelled, waving my arms. "You're a real idiot!"
"Really?" he said, continuing to keep the book out of my reach. "What else am I?" He was practically enjoying this. I had never seen him in a good (it was pretty good for him) mood.
"A spoiled brat!" I said, now attempting to throw him off his broom, even if it was a little dangerous. "A ferret."
"Is that the best you can do, Granger?" he said, pretending to get tired of the little game.
"You're the son of a bitch!" I said, frustrated. I stopped myself right after, because I knew that he would hurt me if I continued. I bit my lower lip, and preparing my wand if he would try anything.
He ceased what he was doing and observed me in pure hatred. Nevertheless, it only lasted a few seconds, because he was back to his regular mood. He stroked his cheek as if he were thinking and said, "No. Actually, I'm the bastard son of my bastard father and bitch mother. Continue."
"Malfoy, I have no fucking idea of what you are trying to do, but -,"I said and was stopped short by his warm lips pressed against mine. The rest could be explained as bliss or a certain desire that I had tried to resist but ended caving into. The arms that were once in the air wrapped tightly around his neck as he slid his hands across my lower back. I fell lightly on him on the ground as we both fell off the broom. I moved my hands across his hair and gave in entirely to him. I enjoyed the sweet taste of his cold lips against mine as his hands moved underneath my garments and over my legs. The warmth of his hands danced underneath my robes. He pushed the top of my robes much below my neck and continued to caress my upper chest with soft kisses. Pure coincident or not, it started to rain, softly at first, until we were practically bathing in the water.
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Malfoy's POV
I stopped what I was doing and looked at her. She was incredibly divine when she laughed. I couldn't help but laugh at the sight of Granger completely wet with mud splashed across her forehead.
"If you were only to see yourself presently in front of a mirror," she screamed so I could hear her.
The rain was coming down pretty hard. I shifted my hands across her face and moved her hair away from her eyes. I quickly kissed her neck and helped her to stand up.
She tilted her head and let the rain come down on it as I pulled her towards me.
Oh, did you want me to change?
Well I'd change for good
and I want you to know
that you'll always get your way
and I wanted to say...
"So Granger, what do you say?" I said. Her delightful expression changed back to its normal state. She covered her chest and started to walk off hurriedly.
"Where are you going?" I asked her, running after her.
"It's raining," she said, trying to ignore my face. Women, I said to myself, you can never tell what they want.
I grabbed her by the waist and forced her to stay in her place. "So what happened to the girl that told me she enjoyed the rain?"
She looked up at me in desperation, and pressed her lips against my neck. She was shivering underneath her drenched thin robes. She gave me a slight push and started walking away towards the castle.
yeah I'll always be waiting for you
yeah I'll always be waiting for you
yeah I'll always be waiting for you
for you, I will always be waiting
"Is that a yes?" I asked loudly, so she could hear me. She stopped dead in her tracks. She seemed to doubt her previous decision to walk away from me, but even than, I wasn't sure. Not once had a girl ever turned her back on me, probably because of the Malfoy prestige and charm. Granger, or should I say Hermione, broke into a run and headed straight to the tower doors until I couldn't see her figure through the rain. I kicked the ground in frustration, "Fuck!"
and it's you I see
but you don't see me
and it's you I hear
so loud and so clear
I sing it loud, and clear
and I'll always be waiting for you
so I look in your direction
but you pay me no attention
and you know how much I need you
but you never even see me
I think Malfoy was too nice. Anyhow. I hope you enjoyed it. I suck at love scenes… so there goes the sex scene… Question: Should Harry be after Hermione in the next chapter? It depends on you! Hint. Don't forget about the brown package, that Malfoy was carrying^^! The next chapter will be shorter. The little tangling up incident… ummm I was a little high on um… sugar… and well…(that wasn't supposed to be there). Excuse me for the dark chocolate thing… yes this story was crazy. The next chapter will be up in late Jan. cause I have a major Math exam ~ ~'. Pauvre moi. If anyone wants me to e-mail them when the next chapter comes out, I'll do it… cause I know how bad it is now to look up for stories…Oh… Malfoy will be in leather pants in the next chapter… for anyone who requested for it!Plz review