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Chapter Three- In which Hermione Feigns a Mistake
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And I know
When I gaze to the sun
No place to hide,
I've got nowhere to run from you, away from you *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
He tried with all his might to forget how good she tasted. When he was on a broomstick going at high speeds, his mind could not be stuck on a beauty sitting fathoms below. Still every now and then, when he lost track of the snitch, he caught himself thinking of how natural it felt to have her curled against him. 'God Malfoy snap out of it!' he scolded himself with a smile. Hermione had certainly not been his first kiss among other things, but compared to Pansy and the other whores of Slytherin House she was so much more. He had never dated out of his house before, it was odd that she would be the first non-Slytherin he would think about. 'Don't try and analyze it Malfoy old boy! It is beyond belief that Granger would even consider holding your hand let alone . . .' he trailed off as a flash of gold caught his eye. There it was, and Potter was already on its tail. 'Dammit' he thought as Scarhead placed a greasy hand on it. Slytherin had lost . . . again.
"Malfoy what were you thinking!" the Captain shouted at him.
He glanced to the stands dejectedly and found that Granger was not there. 'I was stupid to fall for her' he thought with a betrayed scowl.
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He had lost his focus for some girl. Sweeping his dark cloak about him, he stormed his way past the other common rooms toward his haven in the dungeons. For a second he had thought that perhaps the feeling was mutual. He had been played for a fool. 'And it's my fault for playing along.' As the portrait swung open he felt two soft arms wrap around his waist.
"You should not be so grumpy Malfoy. It will put lines on your face."
He whirled around crossly. Her arms were still wrapped around him and the smug smile encompassed her entire face. He wanted to kill her, he wanted to kiss her, but most of all he wanted to trust her. She was a Gryffindor, she was good-natured, and if she had sought only to distract him she would not have come to him in the middle of the night. 'Why is she here in the middle of the night' he thought suspiciously.
"Draco are you going to keep me out here all night? It's chilly."
He followed her eyes to the hardened nubs beneath her cloak. He smirked at the impish light in her eyes as she guided his hands underneath the black material. He gasped in surprise when he found barely more than organza there. Hermione was out on a mission. 'A very bold and indulgent mission' he thought as his other hand ran into a dip. 'I did not believe Gryffindors to be so . . .'
"Wanton?" she supplied.
He looked at her in astonishment. How had she read his mind? Well however it was, it didn't matter much right now. One leg was creeping up his side and she was soaked.
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Malfoy, or Draco as he was becoming accustomed to being called, gazed down in wonder at the beauty by his side. Her creamy skin was still flushed after a night of lovemaking and the brown curls he had once so violently despised framed her caring face. She looked like an angel, his angel. Glancing at the clothes stacked neatly on his chair he felt the sudden urge to get dressed. He felt exposed to the world and it was no wonder. 'You're naked you dolt!'
"Mmm . . . Draco? Where are you going?"
Her chocolaty eyes were alert and focused on the hand that reached for his trousers. He could see them, all the worries whirling around her pretty little head, could see the doubts of giving herself up to him. Dropping them back on the chair with ease he settled back under the covers pulling her apprehensive form toward him. Even as she cuddled up with him he could feel the tense way she held herself, she was so fearful of what would happen, and he wondered as he had many times that night what it would be like to love without holding anything back.
"How about we skip class today? Do you think you could give me that?"
She leaned on an elbow searching his eyes for something he could not be sure of. If it was love Hermione Granger was looking for he couldn't give it to her. Draco opened his mouth to speak, but she kissed him softly and he felt her essence invade him. Of all the things that Hermione knew, his soul was steadily becoming the most eminent. He could feel the patience, the developing fondness and dare he think it ::gulp:: love. 'She is so accepting, she won't even allow herself to consider coercing me to admit what feelings I have for her.' A loving hand stroked her back unconsciously. 'She does not think I have any feelings for her' he thought hotly.
"Now see here you little imp! You were the one who pushed me into bed. I would not have immediately gone for your pants!"
Hermione snorted as she pushed away from him coldly. Once again Draco gazed at her in astonishment. She made absolutely no sense whatsoever. He would think that after all that tenderness he had put into his movements she would at least stop thinking he despised her. He had made sure that he had pleased her in every way and form, he had even stayed awake for hours afterward just to hold her and whisper sweet things. This hadn't been just an ordinary roll in the hay, he had put time and effort into it!
"Dammit Draco I tried to let everything go. I thought that maybe if we got it out of our systems then everything could return to normal! But now I see it was just one colossal mistake. I am sorry I kept you awake!"
She was about to walk through the portrait hole when he bound forward and swung her around. There were actual tears in her eyes and he felt the scathing words drip away. He could not hurt her anymore. Perhaps she had expected things to go back to what she considered normal, but now Granger had changed everything irreparably. They had been joined, not only in body, but in what his mother's people had often called anima. Their minds were bound together for eternity, she could not just ignore that.
"Dammit Hermione it is not just a mistake! If you wanted to use me for your own sanity, that's fine, but the damage you have dealt to both of us irreversible. We will always be joined! When you go to Weasley's bed tonight, when he climbs on top of you ineptly, and starts pumping with only his own pleasure in mind, I will be there!"
Chapter Three- In which Hermione Feigns a Mistake
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And I know
When I gaze to the sun
No place to hide,
I've got nowhere to run from you, away from you *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
He tried with all his might to forget how good she tasted. When he was on a broomstick going at high speeds, his mind could not be stuck on a beauty sitting fathoms below. Still every now and then, when he lost track of the snitch, he caught himself thinking of how natural it felt to have her curled against him. 'God Malfoy snap out of it!' he scolded himself with a smile. Hermione had certainly not been his first kiss among other things, but compared to Pansy and the other whores of Slytherin House she was so much more. He had never dated out of his house before, it was odd that she would be the first non-Slytherin he would think about. 'Don't try and analyze it Malfoy old boy! It is beyond belief that Granger would even consider holding your hand let alone . . .' he trailed off as a flash of gold caught his eye. There it was, and Potter was already on its tail. 'Dammit' he thought as Scarhead placed a greasy hand on it. Slytherin had lost . . . again.
"Malfoy what were you thinking!" the Captain shouted at him.
He glanced to the stands dejectedly and found that Granger was not there. 'I was stupid to fall for her' he thought with a betrayed scowl.
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He had lost his focus for some girl. Sweeping his dark cloak about him, he stormed his way past the other common rooms toward his haven in the dungeons. For a second he had thought that perhaps the feeling was mutual. He had been played for a fool. 'And it's my fault for playing along.' As the portrait swung open he felt two soft arms wrap around his waist.
"You should not be so grumpy Malfoy. It will put lines on your face."
He whirled around crossly. Her arms were still wrapped around him and the smug smile encompassed her entire face. He wanted to kill her, he wanted to kiss her, but most of all he wanted to trust her. She was a Gryffindor, she was good-natured, and if she had sought only to distract him she would not have come to him in the middle of the night. 'Why is she here in the middle of the night' he thought suspiciously.
"Draco are you going to keep me out here all night? It's chilly."
He followed her eyes to the hardened nubs beneath her cloak. He smirked at the impish light in her eyes as she guided his hands underneath the black material. He gasped in surprise when he found barely more than organza there. Hermione was out on a mission. 'A very bold and indulgent mission' he thought as his other hand ran into a dip. 'I did not believe Gryffindors to be so . . .'
"Wanton?" she supplied.
He looked at her in astonishment. How had she read his mind? Well however it was, it didn't matter much right now. One leg was creeping up his side and she was soaked.
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Malfoy, or Draco as he was becoming accustomed to being called, gazed down in wonder at the beauty by his side. Her creamy skin was still flushed after a night of lovemaking and the brown curls he had once so violently despised framed her caring face. She looked like an angel, his angel. Glancing at the clothes stacked neatly on his chair he felt the sudden urge to get dressed. He felt exposed to the world and it was no wonder. 'You're naked you dolt!'
"Mmm . . . Draco? Where are you going?"
Her chocolaty eyes were alert and focused on the hand that reached for his trousers. He could see them, all the worries whirling around her pretty little head, could see the doubts of giving herself up to him. Dropping them back on the chair with ease he settled back under the covers pulling her apprehensive form toward him. Even as she cuddled up with him he could feel the tense way she held herself, she was so fearful of what would happen, and he wondered as he had many times that night what it would be like to love without holding anything back.
"How about we skip class today? Do you think you could give me that?"
She leaned on an elbow searching his eyes for something he could not be sure of. If it was love Hermione Granger was looking for he couldn't give it to her. Draco opened his mouth to speak, but she kissed him softly and he felt her essence invade him. Of all the things that Hermione knew, his soul was steadily becoming the most eminent. He could feel the patience, the developing fondness and dare he think it ::gulp:: love. 'She is so accepting, she won't even allow herself to consider coercing me to admit what feelings I have for her.' A loving hand stroked her back unconsciously. 'She does not think I have any feelings for her' he thought hotly.
"Now see here you little imp! You were the one who pushed me into bed. I would not have immediately gone for your pants!"
Hermione snorted as she pushed away from him coldly. Once again Draco gazed at her in astonishment. She made absolutely no sense whatsoever. He would think that after all that tenderness he had put into his movements she would at least stop thinking he despised her. He had made sure that he had pleased her in every way and form, he had even stayed awake for hours afterward just to hold her and whisper sweet things. This hadn't been just an ordinary roll in the hay, he had put time and effort into it!
"Dammit Draco I tried to let everything go. I thought that maybe if we got it out of our systems then everything could return to normal! But now I see it was just one colossal mistake. I am sorry I kept you awake!"
She was about to walk through the portrait hole when he bound forward and swung her around. There were actual tears in her eyes and he felt the scathing words drip away. He could not hurt her anymore. Perhaps she had expected things to go back to what she considered normal, but now Granger had changed everything irreparably. They had been joined, not only in body, but in what his mother's people had often called anima. Their minds were bound together for eternity, she could not just ignore that.
"Dammit Hermione it is not just a mistake! If you wanted to use me for your own sanity, that's fine, but the damage you have dealt to both of us irreversible. We will always be joined! When you go to Weasley's bed tonight, when he climbs on top of you ineptly, and starts pumping with only his own pleasure in mind, I will be there!"