Should This Be A Hermione/Draco Story Or A Hermione/Blaise Story.Review
With Answer. By the way, I changed them to the 7th year. Ginny's no use. I
Hate Red Heads. HINT HINT. I Never Have Writer's Block, Or Else I'm Not A
True Writer. I Like Blaise/Hermione Ships.So Draco Has To Be Head Boy.
You'll See Why. Give Me A Review Quick On What Ships You Like Before It's
Too Late.
His firm hands roamed around her body, learning every curve and bump. He was enticed and hell-bent into making her his. Her delicate frame glistened in sweat as his skillful hands tenderly rubbed her sensitive bump. She moaned in ecstasy, demanding more.
Unknown to them, a man was standing outside filled with envy looking at this couple, wishing he were with this beauty instead.
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Draco Malfoy woke up with a jerk, his head beaded with sweat. He was sitting in his compartment, and noticed Blaise had a smirk on his face.
"So, whom have you been dreaming about?" Blaise asked with a hint of smugness.
"Shut it Zabini. I am a Malfoy and no one is competent to be in my dream except my mum." Draco lied with ease. However, in his mind Draco knew that the dream wasn't so simple. It was almost like a premonition. Almost.
"You shouldn't tell me that." Zabini, now his face was not even bothering to hide his smugness. "You should tell your dear friend down there."
Draco looked down, and to his horror, underneath his robes was a bulge.
"Now. Whom were you not dreaming about again?" Blaise choked with laughter as Draco simpered something that sounded like "Nobody".
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"Firs' 'ears! Firs' 'ears! Follow me!" shouted their hefty friend Hagrid. They just came off the train, and the three of them, Harry, Ron, and Hermione, were looking very forward to their 7th year. I take that back, Hermione was looking very forward to her 7th year at Hogwarts as being Head Girl.
"Hermione! Let's get into the carriages!" shouted Harry. Ron and Hermione rushed to were Harry was and boarded their carriage.
"Harry, Ron. I have great news to tell you guys! I'm Head Girl!" Hermione said as she jumped up being barely able to control her excitement.
"Who's Head Boy?" Ron asked with an allusion of jealousy in his voice. At the sound of Head Boy, Hermione fell back into her seat.
"Malfoy is." She responded as she paled again. 'Oh. My. Lord. Oh-My-Lord. What am I going to do? The son of a Death Eater and probably V-Voldemort's heir-in-waiting!'
"I swear! If that bloody ferret comes with in five meters of you I would kill him!" Ron shouted with fury.
"Ron! Calm down. Rage is not going to get you anywhere. Hermione, instead of sleeping in the Head Girl's room, sleep in the Gryffindor Common room. That way you'll be safe if Malfoy tries anything funny." Harry said with reassurance.
"Splendid idea Harry!" Hermione said filled with joy as they rode their way back to Hogwarts Castle in peace. Her face was filled with joy, but another predicament just hit her. She had seen the Thestrals. Thestrals didn't become visible only to you when you have seen death, you saw it too when you were about to see death soon.
I Am Nice Person And Decided To Continue The Chapter. Actually The Ideas Kept Coming To Me.
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Upon Arrival At Hogwarts
"I noticed the dislike she held for me once she saw me, Draco." Blaise said with a mockery of hurt on his face.
"You should really be talking. She has hated me all these years, and now I find myself lusting after her. Granger shall be my Dark Goddess, and me being one of the Dark Lords, she should find herself honored. A Mudblood like her should always feel honored when a Malfoy chooses her." Draco said.
"Aren't you full of yourself?" Blaise offended.
"You are too."
"Am not."
"Are too."
"Why the bloody hell are we fighting like 5 year olds?" Blaise asked with an amused face.
"The Quibbler quotes: Dark Lords In A Cat Fight!" Draco chuckled. Suddenly, he had an urge for a meal. "I need to go feed." He said as he got up from his seat and exited the Great Hall. As Draco ambled down the hallway, he came upon Susan Bones. He tapped her shoulder.
"Bones, you have something on your face." Draco stared deep into her eyes. Susan was too charmed by Draco's look that she did not realize her back was turned to him the whole time. As she stared into those gray eyes of orbs, she became mesmerized. He put his hands on her back as her knees buckled. Draco slowly lowered the body on to the floor, and with his fingernail made a cut by Susan's collarbone. As blood started pouring out, he put his mouth on the wound and started feeding.
Yes.I know.It sounds like Harsh Realities but it's not. Trust me. It'll sound more like it but as time goes on you'll know why I did it. I Made Malfoy A Vampire Because He Had Really Pale Skin, And I Do Too, And People Often Say I Look Like A Vampire So Blah, Blah, Blah. Seeing Death Does Not Necessary Mean You Die. So If Hermione Dies Than I Wouldn't Have A Story.
His firm hands roamed around her body, learning every curve and bump. He was enticed and hell-bent into making her his. Her delicate frame glistened in sweat as his skillful hands tenderly rubbed her sensitive bump. She moaned in ecstasy, demanding more.
Unknown to them, a man was standing outside filled with envy looking at this couple, wishing he were with this beauty instead.
~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~
Draco Malfoy woke up with a jerk, his head beaded with sweat. He was sitting in his compartment, and noticed Blaise had a smirk on his face.
"So, whom have you been dreaming about?" Blaise asked with a hint of smugness.
"Shut it Zabini. I am a Malfoy and no one is competent to be in my dream except my mum." Draco lied with ease. However, in his mind Draco knew that the dream wasn't so simple. It was almost like a premonition. Almost.
"You shouldn't tell me that." Zabini, now his face was not even bothering to hide his smugness. "You should tell your dear friend down there."
Draco looked down, and to his horror, underneath his robes was a bulge.
"Now. Whom were you not dreaming about again?" Blaise choked with laughter as Draco simpered something that sounded like "Nobody".
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"Firs' 'ears! Firs' 'ears! Follow me!" shouted their hefty friend Hagrid. They just came off the train, and the three of them, Harry, Ron, and Hermione, were looking very forward to their 7th year. I take that back, Hermione was looking very forward to her 7th year at Hogwarts as being Head Girl.
"Hermione! Let's get into the carriages!" shouted Harry. Ron and Hermione rushed to were Harry was and boarded their carriage.
"Harry, Ron. I have great news to tell you guys! I'm Head Girl!" Hermione said as she jumped up being barely able to control her excitement.
"Who's Head Boy?" Ron asked with an allusion of jealousy in his voice. At the sound of Head Boy, Hermione fell back into her seat.
"Malfoy is." She responded as she paled again. 'Oh. My. Lord. Oh-My-Lord. What am I going to do? The son of a Death Eater and probably V-Voldemort's heir-in-waiting!'
"I swear! If that bloody ferret comes with in five meters of you I would kill him!" Ron shouted with fury.
"Ron! Calm down. Rage is not going to get you anywhere. Hermione, instead of sleeping in the Head Girl's room, sleep in the Gryffindor Common room. That way you'll be safe if Malfoy tries anything funny." Harry said with reassurance.
"Splendid idea Harry!" Hermione said filled with joy as they rode their way back to Hogwarts Castle in peace. Her face was filled with joy, but another predicament just hit her. She had seen the Thestrals. Thestrals didn't become visible only to you when you have seen death, you saw it too when you were about to see death soon.
I Am Nice Person And Decided To Continue The Chapter. Actually The Ideas Kept Coming To Me.
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Upon Arrival At Hogwarts
"I noticed the dislike she held for me once she saw me, Draco." Blaise said with a mockery of hurt on his face.
"You should really be talking. She has hated me all these years, and now I find myself lusting after her. Granger shall be my Dark Goddess, and me being one of the Dark Lords, she should find herself honored. A Mudblood like her should always feel honored when a Malfoy chooses her." Draco said.
"Aren't you full of yourself?" Blaise offended.
"You are too."
"Am not."
"Are too."
"Why the bloody hell are we fighting like 5 year olds?" Blaise asked with an amused face.
"The Quibbler quotes: Dark Lords In A Cat Fight!" Draco chuckled. Suddenly, he had an urge for a meal. "I need to go feed." He said as he got up from his seat and exited the Great Hall. As Draco ambled down the hallway, he came upon Susan Bones. He tapped her shoulder.
"Bones, you have something on your face." Draco stared deep into her eyes. Susan was too charmed by Draco's look that she did not realize her back was turned to him the whole time. As she stared into those gray eyes of orbs, she became mesmerized. He put his hands on her back as her knees buckled. Draco slowly lowered the body on to the floor, and with his fingernail made a cut by Susan's collarbone. As blood started pouring out, he put his mouth on the wound and started feeding.
Yes.I know.It sounds like Harsh Realities but it's not. Trust me. It'll sound more like it but as time goes on you'll know why I did it. I Made Malfoy A Vampire Because He Had Really Pale Skin, And I Do Too, And People Often Say I Look Like A Vampire So Blah, Blah, Blah. Seeing Death Does Not Necessary Mean You Die. So If Hermione Dies Than I Wouldn't Have A Story.
