AN: Okay, so I've posted three chapters today. I think I'll stop. I'm
becoming obsessed *DUN DUN DUN*
Thanks for the reviews! A whole lot more would be really cool!
***************************
Hermione stretched and yawned as she woke that morning. She couldn't remember any of the dreams she had that night, but she knew they had to be good... she seemed to be feeling cheerful. She sat upright in her bed slowly and looked around. The sun was shining brightly through a glass window across from her bed. Two of the beds were empty, which meant probably Lavender and Parvati were up and about already.
She threw off her covers and got up out of the warm embrace of her bed, then walked over to her drawers and opened the first one, pulling out a pair of clean undergarments, then proceeding to the second and third, where she grabbed one of her school shirts. "No... today's Saturday." she thought out loud as she tucked the shirt back into the drawer. Instead she took out a satin short sleeved dress shirt (basically the same thing) and hung it over her arm, then proceeded to go down to her last drawer. "Ahh... shorts... or a skirt?" she pondered to herself, looking curiously at either option.
"Skirt." she said finally, taking out a denim skirt that reached to about the middle of her thigh. She stood once more and looked at the ensemble she'd picked out, then nodded and grabbed a little lavender colored zip bag and headed toward the bathroom.
After putting herself together and tucking her pajama's back into a safe place, she made her way down to the common room, where Lavender, Parvati, and Ginny were sitting at a table and chatting. There heads were all close together, and they were talking quietly. "Good morning!" Hermione said cheerfully, bounding down the stairs happily. The three girls looked over at Hermione with a grin, then Ginny motioned her over. "Good morning Hermione, have a nice sleep?" Lavender asked her micheviously.
"In fact, it was wonderful. Why?"
"Well, I didn't hear you come in till about two-thirty this morning." Parvati told her. "We all figured you were going to sleep longer."
Hermione blushed as she sat down. "Are you trying to imply something?" she replied.
"Just wondering where you were, because I came into the common room about a quarter till two and you weren't there." Ginny said in mock innocent curiousity. Hermione laughed a little. "Ooh I see. You three were talking about me, were you?" she said, resting her chin in her elbows. The girls nodded. "We thought you might have been off somewhere with Harry or Ron, but they were both in the common room, so that was automatically struck from the list." Parvati explained, arching an eyebrow. "So we're curious now. Where were you?"
"Just somewhere, helping someone out."
"Who? How were you helping?" Lavender asked excitedly.
"Relax, I was helping someone with Muggle Studies. It wasn't anything serious."
"Muggle studies. Uh huh. Male or female?" Parvati asked.
Hermione laughed and stood up. "You girls are amazing. I'll tell you later, right now... I'm starved." she made her way away from the table and was a few feet away when Ginny called out, "I know who it was, and thats just plain odd."
She stopped dead in her tracks, then turned slowly to look at Ginny. "You know?"
"Oh yes, I was listening... well no, actually I was going to the library after you, but then I saw him come up to you and stayed behind to listen."
Hermione blinked. "Ginny, come to breakfast with me." she said, grabbing Ginny's arm and pulling her out of the seat. Ginny yelped quietly with pain, but followed quickly after Hermione as she made her way out of the common room. "So heard me and Dr... Malfoy talking then?" she asked in a hush voice.
"Yes, how could you do that?"
"He's really a nice guy Ginny. Sure... he's arrogant and self-righteous when he's around his Slytherin pals, but once you get him alone..."
"You like him, don't you?"
Hermione stopped immediately. "No, I just think he's not the stupid git most made him out to be."
Ginny stared at Hermione for a few moments, then finally nodded. "Okay... because you know how odd that'd be, right? I mean... Draco Malfoy?"
"Come off it." Hermione grumbled as they entered the Entrance Hall. Shockingly, there was a rather large group. Hermione had thought perhaps she was late, but seemed to be right on time. "Harry and Ron came down here about five minutes before you emerged. They're probably already inside." Ginny told her. She nodded and looked ahead, perhaps trying to catch a glimpse of Draco's blonde head from her distance. She felt a curious tug at her skirt from behind, then a familiar voice whisper, "You're skirt was riding up. You almost gave a couple second years a peep show."
Draco wisped away quickly after that, and seemed undetectable in the throng of people after that. Hermione gasped. Her skirt... up? She wheeled around to look at the group of twelve year old boys sniggering insanely. She blushed and soothed the skirt out a little, then realized how close Draco was to touching her arse. Even more so, how close he had been to her. She hadn't realized it at the time, of course, but he'd pressed his body against her back to tell her this small amount of news. Her heart fluttered as an after affect, but Ginny was staring in the direction Draco had gone.
"Sleazy slimy git, trying to raid your panties. I'dve slapped him if I were you Hermione..." Ginny said viciously. Hermione was only half listening. It'd been the second time in three years they'd made real contact... and it wasn't a slap to the face. The Great Hall was shining just as brightly as the dorm had been, and the sky was blue and cloud-free. Hermione took a seat next to Ron and immediately began piling her plate with eggs and bacon.
"That Malfoy character gets worse and worse everytime I see him. Like just now, he tried toying with Hermione's arse!" Ginny ranted as she sat next to Harry. The two boys looked to their friend in a mix of shock and rage. "That slimy git!" Ron said angrily, standing up. "NO! no, Ron... he was actually being friendly!" Hermione told him quickly, standing also and grabbing his arm. Ron arched an eyebrow at her. "And how exactly is toying with your arse 'being friendly', besides - of course - the obvious."
"W-well, my skirt had been riding up. He pulled it back down for me... a couple of second years were enjoying the view..." she answered, blushing. Ron gawked. "He was doing something nice? That's frightening. Someone should take Malfoy to the Hospital Wing." Ron sat back down and continued on his food. Hermione nodded and looked over at the Slytherin table, where Draco was also standing up. Their eyes locked for a moment, like a weird sort unseen connection.
'Amazing' she thought as she looked at him.
'Gorgeous... as usual.' he thought.
He watched as Hermione took her seat once more and frowned slightly. He'd been hoping they'd stay like that for a moment longer, just a moment longer so he could feel the butterflies in his stomach. He liked them quite frankly, and wished he'd felt them sooner in life.
He sat down finally and stared at his food. He wasn't hungry this morning, he wanted to go to his dorm and freshen himself up. He'd fallen asleep down by the lake, and hadn't woken till someone, a first year Slytherin he didn't really know, came over and shook him awake. He'd gone straight to breakfast after that. Pansy was staring at him, he could see out of the corner of his eye, with a look of lustiness. He sighed and paid full attention back to his food. "I'm not feeling good Pansy." he told her. She sighed and adjusted herself. "C'mon Draco, you've gave me a little taste yesterday... now I want a little more."
"Would you really like me to vomit all over you?" he grumbled.
She looked appalled by this response, and turned back to talk to one of her friends. He smirked. 'That worked.' he thought simply, then stood and looked back over toward Hermione. She was now animatedly talking about something, and laughing as she did so. He frowned slightly, feeling a wave of jealousy wash over him as he looked to Ron. He'd occasionally touch her, rest his head against her bosom, lean on her shoulder... 'Must be nice.' he thought angrily, then walked away from the Slytherin table quickly and headed out of the Great Hall.
Hermione was still laughing, but watched as Draco left the Hall in a rush. She couldn't help being curious of why he was leaving so quickly, especially since he had basically just got there. She wished she could go after him, say some words of condolence or something. But no, the image it'd give off wouldn't be one either of their friends need to see. She sighed inwardly and directed her attention back to Ginny, who was telling of some story about Fred, George, Ron, and a box of gnomes.
Thanks for the reviews! A whole lot more would be really cool!
***************************
Hermione stretched and yawned as she woke that morning. She couldn't remember any of the dreams she had that night, but she knew they had to be good... she seemed to be feeling cheerful. She sat upright in her bed slowly and looked around. The sun was shining brightly through a glass window across from her bed. Two of the beds were empty, which meant probably Lavender and Parvati were up and about already.
She threw off her covers and got up out of the warm embrace of her bed, then walked over to her drawers and opened the first one, pulling out a pair of clean undergarments, then proceeding to the second and third, where she grabbed one of her school shirts. "No... today's Saturday." she thought out loud as she tucked the shirt back into the drawer. Instead she took out a satin short sleeved dress shirt (basically the same thing) and hung it over her arm, then proceeded to go down to her last drawer. "Ahh... shorts... or a skirt?" she pondered to herself, looking curiously at either option.
"Skirt." she said finally, taking out a denim skirt that reached to about the middle of her thigh. She stood once more and looked at the ensemble she'd picked out, then nodded and grabbed a little lavender colored zip bag and headed toward the bathroom.
After putting herself together and tucking her pajama's back into a safe place, she made her way down to the common room, where Lavender, Parvati, and Ginny were sitting at a table and chatting. There heads were all close together, and they were talking quietly. "Good morning!" Hermione said cheerfully, bounding down the stairs happily. The three girls looked over at Hermione with a grin, then Ginny motioned her over. "Good morning Hermione, have a nice sleep?" Lavender asked her micheviously.
"In fact, it was wonderful. Why?"
"Well, I didn't hear you come in till about two-thirty this morning." Parvati told her. "We all figured you were going to sleep longer."
Hermione blushed as she sat down. "Are you trying to imply something?" she replied.
"Just wondering where you were, because I came into the common room about a quarter till two and you weren't there." Ginny said in mock innocent curiousity. Hermione laughed a little. "Ooh I see. You three were talking about me, were you?" she said, resting her chin in her elbows. The girls nodded. "We thought you might have been off somewhere with Harry or Ron, but they were both in the common room, so that was automatically struck from the list." Parvati explained, arching an eyebrow. "So we're curious now. Where were you?"
"Just somewhere, helping someone out."
"Who? How were you helping?" Lavender asked excitedly.
"Relax, I was helping someone with Muggle Studies. It wasn't anything serious."
"Muggle studies. Uh huh. Male or female?" Parvati asked.
Hermione laughed and stood up. "You girls are amazing. I'll tell you later, right now... I'm starved." she made her way away from the table and was a few feet away when Ginny called out, "I know who it was, and thats just plain odd."
She stopped dead in her tracks, then turned slowly to look at Ginny. "You know?"
"Oh yes, I was listening... well no, actually I was going to the library after you, but then I saw him come up to you and stayed behind to listen."
Hermione blinked. "Ginny, come to breakfast with me." she said, grabbing Ginny's arm and pulling her out of the seat. Ginny yelped quietly with pain, but followed quickly after Hermione as she made her way out of the common room. "So heard me and Dr... Malfoy talking then?" she asked in a hush voice.
"Yes, how could you do that?"
"He's really a nice guy Ginny. Sure... he's arrogant and self-righteous when he's around his Slytherin pals, but once you get him alone..."
"You like him, don't you?"
Hermione stopped immediately. "No, I just think he's not the stupid git most made him out to be."
Ginny stared at Hermione for a few moments, then finally nodded. "Okay... because you know how odd that'd be, right? I mean... Draco Malfoy?"
"Come off it." Hermione grumbled as they entered the Entrance Hall. Shockingly, there was a rather large group. Hermione had thought perhaps she was late, but seemed to be right on time. "Harry and Ron came down here about five minutes before you emerged. They're probably already inside." Ginny told her. She nodded and looked ahead, perhaps trying to catch a glimpse of Draco's blonde head from her distance. She felt a curious tug at her skirt from behind, then a familiar voice whisper, "You're skirt was riding up. You almost gave a couple second years a peep show."
Draco wisped away quickly after that, and seemed undetectable in the throng of people after that. Hermione gasped. Her skirt... up? She wheeled around to look at the group of twelve year old boys sniggering insanely. She blushed and soothed the skirt out a little, then realized how close Draco was to touching her arse. Even more so, how close he had been to her. She hadn't realized it at the time, of course, but he'd pressed his body against her back to tell her this small amount of news. Her heart fluttered as an after affect, but Ginny was staring in the direction Draco had gone.
"Sleazy slimy git, trying to raid your panties. I'dve slapped him if I were you Hermione..." Ginny said viciously. Hermione was only half listening. It'd been the second time in three years they'd made real contact... and it wasn't a slap to the face. The Great Hall was shining just as brightly as the dorm had been, and the sky was blue and cloud-free. Hermione took a seat next to Ron and immediately began piling her plate with eggs and bacon.
"That Malfoy character gets worse and worse everytime I see him. Like just now, he tried toying with Hermione's arse!" Ginny ranted as she sat next to Harry. The two boys looked to their friend in a mix of shock and rage. "That slimy git!" Ron said angrily, standing up. "NO! no, Ron... he was actually being friendly!" Hermione told him quickly, standing also and grabbing his arm. Ron arched an eyebrow at her. "And how exactly is toying with your arse 'being friendly', besides - of course - the obvious."
"W-well, my skirt had been riding up. He pulled it back down for me... a couple of second years were enjoying the view..." she answered, blushing. Ron gawked. "He was doing something nice? That's frightening. Someone should take Malfoy to the Hospital Wing." Ron sat back down and continued on his food. Hermione nodded and looked over at the Slytherin table, where Draco was also standing up. Their eyes locked for a moment, like a weird sort unseen connection.
'Amazing' she thought as she looked at him.
'Gorgeous... as usual.' he thought.
He watched as Hermione took her seat once more and frowned slightly. He'd been hoping they'd stay like that for a moment longer, just a moment longer so he could feel the butterflies in his stomach. He liked them quite frankly, and wished he'd felt them sooner in life.
He sat down finally and stared at his food. He wasn't hungry this morning, he wanted to go to his dorm and freshen himself up. He'd fallen asleep down by the lake, and hadn't woken till someone, a first year Slytherin he didn't really know, came over and shook him awake. He'd gone straight to breakfast after that. Pansy was staring at him, he could see out of the corner of his eye, with a look of lustiness. He sighed and paid full attention back to his food. "I'm not feeling good Pansy." he told her. She sighed and adjusted herself. "C'mon Draco, you've gave me a little taste yesterday... now I want a little more."
"Would you really like me to vomit all over you?" he grumbled.
She looked appalled by this response, and turned back to talk to one of her friends. He smirked. 'That worked.' he thought simply, then stood and looked back over toward Hermione. She was now animatedly talking about something, and laughing as she did so. He frowned slightly, feeling a wave of jealousy wash over him as he looked to Ron. He'd occasionally touch her, rest his head against her bosom, lean on her shoulder... 'Must be nice.' he thought angrily, then walked away from the Slytherin table quickly and headed out of the Great Hall.
Hermione was still laughing, but watched as Draco left the Hall in a rush. She couldn't help being curious of why he was leaving so quickly, especially since he had basically just got there. She wished she could go after him, say some words of condolence or something. But no, the image it'd give off wouldn't be one either of their friends need to see. She sighed inwardly and directed her attention back to Ginny, who was telling of some story about Fred, George, Ron, and a box of gnomes.
