A/N: another chapter….last one tonight…but I still wish I would get sum reviews…*tear* I'm starting to lose my gusto!
Disclaimer: nothing is mine…wish it was tho!
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The rest of the train ride was mostly in silence. Harry had gone to clean up his Firebolt as it had gotten a bit messy from sitting in his trunk for 3 months. Ron on the other hand was still fuming.
Hermione went to reading one of her new books and tried to ignore Ron's mumblings of "slimy git" and "stupid prat." Finally, she couldn't take it any more.
"Ron, will you just shut up! Draco is Head Boy, I'm Head Girl, GET OVER IT!" She yelled, Ron and Harry both looked up at her with mild surprise.
"What did you call him?" Ron managed to spit out, a look of horror on his face.
"I called him Draco Ron, Draco. That would be his name." She rolled her eyes and sat down.
"You never call him that! You always call him Malfoy! What's going on Mione, what aren't you telling us?" He asked, casting a suspicious look at her, then turning to look at Harry who was still in shock at Hermione's outburst.
Hermione had not yet told her two best friends about the fact that they were sharing a room, or that she was beginning to like him. Yet she never was going to revile that last fact to them.
"Well, I have to room with him, and so I figured that we would need to start speaking to each other on a first name basis." She said, it wasn't the full truth, but it wasn't a lie either.
"You have to room with him!? I pity you Hermione, I really do." Harry was the first to speak, but Ron's face told all. Hermione braced herself for impact.
"ROOM WITH HIM?! WHAT WAS DUMBLEDORE THINKING! HE COULD…PUT THE MOVES ON YOU! OH TRUST ME, THIS WILL NEVER PASS!" Ron yelled, his face horribly clashing with his hair.
"Ron, what if I do like him? What if I do fall in love with him? There's not much you can do to stop it." She said calmly, even though inside she was fuming.
Harry and Ron both gaped at her, not believing what they had just heard.
"Will you two grow up! I was just saying it to give an example, I really don't like him!" She lied, she really was a horrible liar.
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Draco had sat in the tub until it was too cold for him to bear. He got out and wrapped himself in a robe, getting some of the wetness out of his hair by attempting to dry it with a towel. He walked out to the common room and sat in the chair, glad to be alone with only his thoughts to accompany him. That also, was a bad thing.
'Your starting to like her Draco, you know it.'
'Oh shut up, I am not.'
'Yes you are, you know how bloody hott she looked with that robe on.'
'Will you just shut up! I can not like a Mudblood, father would have my head, and possibly some other more important body parts as well.'
"Oy, I'm arguing with myself in my head." He groaned, pushing the thought of his father removing his…well his manhood.
He got up from the chair and walked to his bedroom, putting on a pair of his favorite silky green boxers that had the Slytherin snake crawling over them. Combing through his hair he threw the robe down on the ground and laid on his bed. For the middle of summer the sheets were very cold, as well as the room. The Slytherin walked over to the fire and lit it, wishing that Hermione was there to keep him warm, or at least that he would have gone on the train with her.
'Wait a minute, what was the thought before the last one? No…no…no! I will not let myself fall in love with her. It's not worth it at all!'
He sighed and sat back in the chair, finally dozing off to sleep, he had the same dream as last time, but he seemed to enjoy it more this time.
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An aggravated Hermione stormed into the common room when she returned. Draco looked up and a small grin came onto his face, he had never seen her so mad, he could take advantage of this.
"Hermione, what's wrong?" He asked her, trying to put on his best concerned look.
She looked at him as though he had asked her what her bra size was, she seemed almost insulted that he wanted to know what was wrong.
"Not that its any of your business Draco, but Ron didn't take the news of you and I being Head Persons as well as I had hoped, and now he's being a prat about it." She spat.
"Well, he'll cool down eventually, don't worry." He smiled comfortingly.
'Why is he being so bloody…nice?!'
Draco's thoughts almost echoed hers. 'Why am I being so bloody…nice?! Why do I even care what's wrong with her!'
"Draco…" She paused, thinking over her next words.
"Yes?" He had moved closer to her and was now sitting on the arm of her chair.
"Draco…" She couldn't find the right words to say what she was feeling.
"Yes?" He said patiently, moving close enough so she could feel him breathing in her ear.
She looked up at him, her honey eyes blinking softly, but very wide.
"Draco…" She whispered, barely audible.
He kissed her softly on the lips, unaware of what he was doing. She pulled away very fast and he fell onto the chair as she got up.
"We really should get ready for the feast. I'll see you down there." She turned away quickly, trying to hide her cheeks which were now bright red.
'Oh Merlin, what just happened.'
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A/N…what do ya think? Hope ya don't hate it too much! More tomorrow!
Love and Fluff!
Natalie
Disclaimer: nothing is mine…wish it was tho!
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The rest of the train ride was mostly in silence. Harry had gone to clean up his Firebolt as it had gotten a bit messy from sitting in his trunk for 3 months. Ron on the other hand was still fuming.
Hermione went to reading one of her new books and tried to ignore Ron's mumblings of "slimy git" and "stupid prat." Finally, she couldn't take it any more.
"Ron, will you just shut up! Draco is Head Boy, I'm Head Girl, GET OVER IT!" She yelled, Ron and Harry both looked up at her with mild surprise.
"What did you call him?" Ron managed to spit out, a look of horror on his face.
"I called him Draco Ron, Draco. That would be his name." She rolled her eyes and sat down.
"You never call him that! You always call him Malfoy! What's going on Mione, what aren't you telling us?" He asked, casting a suspicious look at her, then turning to look at Harry who was still in shock at Hermione's outburst.
Hermione had not yet told her two best friends about the fact that they were sharing a room, or that she was beginning to like him. Yet she never was going to revile that last fact to them.
"Well, I have to room with him, and so I figured that we would need to start speaking to each other on a first name basis." She said, it wasn't the full truth, but it wasn't a lie either.
"You have to room with him!? I pity you Hermione, I really do." Harry was the first to speak, but Ron's face told all. Hermione braced herself for impact.
"ROOM WITH HIM?! WHAT WAS DUMBLEDORE THINKING! HE COULD…PUT THE MOVES ON YOU! OH TRUST ME, THIS WILL NEVER PASS!" Ron yelled, his face horribly clashing with his hair.
"Ron, what if I do like him? What if I do fall in love with him? There's not much you can do to stop it." She said calmly, even though inside she was fuming.
Harry and Ron both gaped at her, not believing what they had just heard.
"Will you two grow up! I was just saying it to give an example, I really don't like him!" She lied, she really was a horrible liar.
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Draco had sat in the tub until it was too cold for him to bear. He got out and wrapped himself in a robe, getting some of the wetness out of his hair by attempting to dry it with a towel. He walked out to the common room and sat in the chair, glad to be alone with only his thoughts to accompany him. That also, was a bad thing.
'Your starting to like her Draco, you know it.'
'Oh shut up, I am not.'
'Yes you are, you know how bloody hott she looked with that robe on.'
'Will you just shut up! I can not like a Mudblood, father would have my head, and possibly some other more important body parts as well.'
"Oy, I'm arguing with myself in my head." He groaned, pushing the thought of his father removing his…well his manhood.
He got up from the chair and walked to his bedroom, putting on a pair of his favorite silky green boxers that had the Slytherin snake crawling over them. Combing through his hair he threw the robe down on the ground and laid on his bed. For the middle of summer the sheets were very cold, as well as the room. The Slytherin walked over to the fire and lit it, wishing that Hermione was there to keep him warm, or at least that he would have gone on the train with her.
'Wait a minute, what was the thought before the last one? No…no…no! I will not let myself fall in love with her. It's not worth it at all!'
He sighed and sat back in the chair, finally dozing off to sleep, he had the same dream as last time, but he seemed to enjoy it more this time.
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An aggravated Hermione stormed into the common room when she returned. Draco looked up and a small grin came onto his face, he had never seen her so mad, he could take advantage of this.
"Hermione, what's wrong?" He asked her, trying to put on his best concerned look.
She looked at him as though he had asked her what her bra size was, she seemed almost insulted that he wanted to know what was wrong.
"Not that its any of your business Draco, but Ron didn't take the news of you and I being Head Persons as well as I had hoped, and now he's being a prat about it." She spat.
"Well, he'll cool down eventually, don't worry." He smiled comfortingly.
'Why is he being so bloody…nice?!'
Draco's thoughts almost echoed hers. 'Why am I being so bloody…nice?! Why do I even care what's wrong with her!'
"Draco…" She paused, thinking over her next words.
"Yes?" He had moved closer to her and was now sitting on the arm of her chair.
"Draco…" She couldn't find the right words to say what she was feeling.
"Yes?" He said patiently, moving close enough so she could feel him breathing in her ear.
She looked up at him, her honey eyes blinking softly, but very wide.
"Draco…" She whispered, barely audible.
He kissed her softly on the lips, unaware of what he was doing. She pulled away very fast and he fell onto the chair as she got up.
"We really should get ready for the feast. I'll see you down there." She turned away quickly, trying to hide her cheeks which were now bright red.
'Oh Merlin, what just happened.'
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A/N…what do ya think? Hope ya don't hate it too much! More tomorrow!
Love and Fluff!
Natalie