A/N…well…I'll just start updating this one more often than the other considering that not many people are reading the other one…here the next chapter…im still deciding on a rating change so be ready! And the idea for the beginning of this chapter is thanks to Sidra1...she gave me the suggestion…thanks! (to Sidra…I used half of it…)
Disclaimer…do I have to do this EVERY time? Geez…you should know by now…I'm not JK Rowling and I don't own anything related to Harry Potter…now leave me alone!
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The next week was full of whispers in the halls when Hermione or Draco passed, Hermione dealt with this by taking points from anyone she saw pointing or whispering at her. Ron hadn't spoken to her since the ball and was being particularly stubborn towards Harry.
A week after the ball it was time for Hermione to do her normal Friday night patrol. She sighed as she put her wand in the pocket of her robe and walked out into the hallways. The halls were, as usual, quiet. She took points from Ravenclaw after she found a pair of 4th years snogging at the end of a corridor, but that was it.
Two hours later she returned to her room, deciding to take a hot bath when she got there. As she stepped into the common room she noted that Draco's door was closed and the bathroom door was open. She sighed again and walked into the bathroom, closing the door slowly and not turning on the light. The light of hundreds of miniature tea candles lit all along the countertops and floating in the bath reflected off the bathroom walls. There was steaming hot water and rose petals along with the candles floating in the bath, along with Hermione's favorite strawberry bubbles.
She smiled and picked up the note laying on the floor by the bath.
Hermione,
Thought you might be able to use this. Enjoy.
Draco
She placed the note on a bare spot on the counter, almost catching her hair on fire in the process. She disrobed and discarded her clothes in a pile near the toilet and got into the tub. A soft moan escaped her lips as the steaming hot water hit her skin.
She sank down to the point where she was up to her neck and finally submerged completely, soaking her hair. As she went under she felt a small tug at her leg and she opened her eyes. The water burned them and she came up to the surface and screamed before Draco's head popped up out of the water with a grin on his face.
"Draco!" She screamed again covering herself up.
"Oh lighten up Granger." He laughed in his usual drawl.
She made a movement to get out of the tub but he grabbed her arm, sliding over next to her, the feel of his silk boxers was evident on the skin of her thigh. Well at least he was wearing clothes, and the bubbles were enough to cover her.
"Come on, the bath is drawn and romantic, why waste it?" He smirked.
"Well, I'm not very comfortable with the fact that I'm sitting here naked while you at least have boxers on."
"Then go change." He offered.
Hermione nodded and forced him to close his eyes while she got out and wrapped a towel around her and went to her room. She grabbed the one swimsuit she had brought with her and put it on. It was a bikini that was of course gold and crimson, she took her wand from the bedside table and changed it to silver and green. Knowing this would please him.
She walked back into the bathroom and deposited the wet towel next to her pile of clothes and slid into the tub next to him.
"Do you approve?" She giggled.
"Very much so." He said, eyeing her.
"I'm glad."
He turned to her and kissed her softly, cupping her chin in his palm. She settled into his arms and sighed in contentment. They sat there until the candles began to die and the water turned cold and their skin resembled raisins.
They got out and wrapped themselves in white robes, which the house elves now warmed for them, and went to sit by the fire.
"Draco, why?"
"Why what?"
"Why me? Why is it that out of all the girls in 7th year, you fell in love with me?"
"Love knows no boundaries, maybe I just saw what I had missed before. I'm really not sure."
She snuggled against him, "Well, whatever it was, I'm glad it happened."
He ran his hand through her hair, "I am too."
*****
A confused Ron sat in the common room next to Harry and Ginny, Harry's arm was wrapped around her protectively and Ron's face was in his hands.
"I don't know why Ron." Harry tried to comfort his friend.
"Its just, not right. He has to have put a spell on her or something! She wouldn't do this to us!" The frustrated redhead cried.
"I think there is a spell on her Ron," Ginny said, "The spell of love. And there's really not much you can do about that."
Ron looked at the floor, "Why is it that I'm always in someone's shadow? First Harry's, now Malfoy's. When will I get the spot light?" He pounded his fist on the table.
"Come on mate, cheer up. Everything will turn out okay in the end." Harry said.
"No it won't, not as long as she's with Malfoy instead of me! She told me she loved me!" He began to cry, he didn't want to, but he couldn't hold it back any longer.
Ginny left Harry's arms and went over to hug her brother, "Don't worry Ron. Harry's right, everything will turn out okay in the end, and if its not okay, then its not the end."
*****
Hermione brushed her hair in front of the mirror in the bathroom. The curls straightened as she pulled the bore-bristle brush through them, but then sprung back to their original form as soon as she was done. Hopeless.
She sighed as she set the brush down and walked back into her bedroom, Draco was laying on the bed reading from what looked like a muggle book.
"What are you reading?" She asked, sitting next to him.
"Poetry, Byron." He said simply.
"Mmm, one of my favorites."
"She walks in beauty, like the night. Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright, Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellow'd to that tender light, Which heaven to gaudy day denies." He recited.
"One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impair'd the nameless grace, which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o'er her face; Where thoughts serenely sweet express, How pure, how dear their dwelling-place." She said in a stately manner as she waited for him to finish.
"And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, so soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent!" He finished the end of the poem and sat up to look at her.
"I never knew a Malfoy would spend time reading muggle literature," She giggled.
"Ah, that is where you are wrong, we Malfoy's pride ourselves our love of the arts, and I don't mean the dark ones. I spent half of my youth reading Shakespeare and Poe. Two great men if I say so myself." He smiled.
"Je fais confiance que vous parlez français puis aussi bien?" (I trust you speak French then as well?) She said.
"Oui, je l'ai appris à un jeune âge." (Yes, I learned it at a young age.)
She smiled, Merlin he was perfect.
"So exactly why are you laying on my bed reciting me poems from famous 19th century muggle poets?" She laughed.
"No reason really, just felt like a change of…colors." He glanced at the Gryffindor themed room and chuckled.
"Well, I need my beauty rest, so goodnight." She stood with her hands on her hips near the door and watched as he smirked at her and left the room, going and sitting on the couch in front of the fire and resuming his reading.
She closed the door softly and climbed into bed, covering herself up to her neck in the satin comforter. She drifted off to sleep for a bit until she heard a soft knock at the door.
Rubbing her eyes with her fists she called softly, "Come in."
Draco walked into the room wearing his infamous silken green boxers. "Seem to have a bit of a problem."
"What is it?"
"I'm locked out of my bedroom."
Hermione sighed, "Did you try alohamora?"
"Yes, it didn't work."
The bushy-haired witch got out of bed and went to the door of Draco's bedroom, trying the spell herself. He was right, it didn't work.
"Well, looks like you'll have to sleep on the couch tonight then Draco." She said, throwing a blanket at him.
"A Malfoy sleep on a couch? Are you mad?!" He smirked.
"Well then, where do you suggest you sleep?" She put her hands on her hips and yawned.
"With you?" The mischievous grin she had seen so long ago covered his face.
"Draco!"
"Oh, not like that. I just mean, well sleep with you. The bed is certainly big enough." He gestured toward her room.
She sighed and walked back to her room and turned to him, "Alright, but just for tonight."
He put the solemn schoolboy look on his face when he said, "Yes Ma'am!"
She crawled back into bed and he slid in beside her, she whispered, "Goodnight." Before saying "Nox." and turning off the lights. He sighed in contentment as he faced the same way she did, looking at her curly brown hair. He made a mental note to remember the unlockable spell next time he needed it. Chuckling to himself he drifted into a deep dreamless sleep.
*****
A/N…well…hope you all like it! Thanks to everyone who has stopped by in IM's to tell me about my little story and again…thanks for the reviews…you don't know how much it means to me!
Love and Fluff,
Natalie
PS…there will be a rating change within the next few chapters…probably to PG-13...but I'm not sure at the moment.
Disclaimer…do I have to do this EVERY time? Geez…you should know by now…I'm not JK Rowling and I don't own anything related to Harry Potter…now leave me alone!
*****
The next week was full of whispers in the halls when Hermione or Draco passed, Hermione dealt with this by taking points from anyone she saw pointing or whispering at her. Ron hadn't spoken to her since the ball and was being particularly stubborn towards Harry.
A week after the ball it was time for Hermione to do her normal Friday night patrol. She sighed as she put her wand in the pocket of her robe and walked out into the hallways. The halls were, as usual, quiet. She took points from Ravenclaw after she found a pair of 4th years snogging at the end of a corridor, but that was it.
Two hours later she returned to her room, deciding to take a hot bath when she got there. As she stepped into the common room she noted that Draco's door was closed and the bathroom door was open. She sighed again and walked into the bathroom, closing the door slowly and not turning on the light. The light of hundreds of miniature tea candles lit all along the countertops and floating in the bath reflected off the bathroom walls. There was steaming hot water and rose petals along with the candles floating in the bath, along with Hermione's favorite strawberry bubbles.
She smiled and picked up the note laying on the floor by the bath.
Hermione,
Thought you might be able to use this. Enjoy.
Draco
She placed the note on a bare spot on the counter, almost catching her hair on fire in the process. She disrobed and discarded her clothes in a pile near the toilet and got into the tub. A soft moan escaped her lips as the steaming hot water hit her skin.
She sank down to the point where she was up to her neck and finally submerged completely, soaking her hair. As she went under she felt a small tug at her leg and she opened her eyes. The water burned them and she came up to the surface and screamed before Draco's head popped up out of the water with a grin on his face.
"Draco!" She screamed again covering herself up.
"Oh lighten up Granger." He laughed in his usual drawl.
She made a movement to get out of the tub but he grabbed her arm, sliding over next to her, the feel of his silk boxers was evident on the skin of her thigh. Well at least he was wearing clothes, and the bubbles were enough to cover her.
"Come on, the bath is drawn and romantic, why waste it?" He smirked.
"Well, I'm not very comfortable with the fact that I'm sitting here naked while you at least have boxers on."
"Then go change." He offered.
Hermione nodded and forced him to close his eyes while she got out and wrapped a towel around her and went to her room. She grabbed the one swimsuit she had brought with her and put it on. It was a bikini that was of course gold and crimson, she took her wand from the bedside table and changed it to silver and green. Knowing this would please him.
She walked back into the bathroom and deposited the wet towel next to her pile of clothes and slid into the tub next to him.
"Do you approve?" She giggled.
"Very much so." He said, eyeing her.
"I'm glad."
He turned to her and kissed her softly, cupping her chin in his palm. She settled into his arms and sighed in contentment. They sat there until the candles began to die and the water turned cold and their skin resembled raisins.
They got out and wrapped themselves in white robes, which the house elves now warmed for them, and went to sit by the fire.
"Draco, why?"
"Why what?"
"Why me? Why is it that out of all the girls in 7th year, you fell in love with me?"
"Love knows no boundaries, maybe I just saw what I had missed before. I'm really not sure."
She snuggled against him, "Well, whatever it was, I'm glad it happened."
He ran his hand through her hair, "I am too."
*****
A confused Ron sat in the common room next to Harry and Ginny, Harry's arm was wrapped around her protectively and Ron's face was in his hands.
"I don't know why Ron." Harry tried to comfort his friend.
"Its just, not right. He has to have put a spell on her or something! She wouldn't do this to us!" The frustrated redhead cried.
"I think there is a spell on her Ron," Ginny said, "The spell of love. And there's really not much you can do about that."
Ron looked at the floor, "Why is it that I'm always in someone's shadow? First Harry's, now Malfoy's. When will I get the spot light?" He pounded his fist on the table.
"Come on mate, cheer up. Everything will turn out okay in the end." Harry said.
"No it won't, not as long as she's with Malfoy instead of me! She told me she loved me!" He began to cry, he didn't want to, but he couldn't hold it back any longer.
Ginny left Harry's arms and went over to hug her brother, "Don't worry Ron. Harry's right, everything will turn out okay in the end, and if its not okay, then its not the end."
*****
Hermione brushed her hair in front of the mirror in the bathroom. The curls straightened as she pulled the bore-bristle brush through them, but then sprung back to their original form as soon as she was done. Hopeless.
She sighed as she set the brush down and walked back into her bedroom, Draco was laying on the bed reading from what looked like a muggle book.
"What are you reading?" She asked, sitting next to him.
"Poetry, Byron." He said simply.
"Mmm, one of my favorites."
"She walks in beauty, like the night. Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright, Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellow'd to that tender light, Which heaven to gaudy day denies." He recited.
"One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impair'd the nameless grace, which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o'er her face; Where thoughts serenely sweet express, How pure, how dear their dwelling-place." She said in a stately manner as she waited for him to finish.
"And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, so soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent!" He finished the end of the poem and sat up to look at her.
"I never knew a Malfoy would spend time reading muggle literature," She giggled.
"Ah, that is where you are wrong, we Malfoy's pride ourselves our love of the arts, and I don't mean the dark ones. I spent half of my youth reading Shakespeare and Poe. Two great men if I say so myself." He smiled.
"Je fais confiance que vous parlez français puis aussi bien?" (I trust you speak French then as well?) She said.
"Oui, je l'ai appris à un jeune âge." (Yes, I learned it at a young age.)
She smiled, Merlin he was perfect.
"So exactly why are you laying on my bed reciting me poems from famous 19th century muggle poets?" She laughed.
"No reason really, just felt like a change of…colors." He glanced at the Gryffindor themed room and chuckled.
"Well, I need my beauty rest, so goodnight." She stood with her hands on her hips near the door and watched as he smirked at her and left the room, going and sitting on the couch in front of the fire and resuming his reading.
She closed the door softly and climbed into bed, covering herself up to her neck in the satin comforter. She drifted off to sleep for a bit until she heard a soft knock at the door.
Rubbing her eyes with her fists she called softly, "Come in."
Draco walked into the room wearing his infamous silken green boxers. "Seem to have a bit of a problem."
"What is it?"
"I'm locked out of my bedroom."
Hermione sighed, "Did you try alohamora?"
"Yes, it didn't work."
The bushy-haired witch got out of bed and went to the door of Draco's bedroom, trying the spell herself. He was right, it didn't work.
"Well, looks like you'll have to sleep on the couch tonight then Draco." She said, throwing a blanket at him.
"A Malfoy sleep on a couch? Are you mad?!" He smirked.
"Well then, where do you suggest you sleep?" She put her hands on her hips and yawned.
"With you?" The mischievous grin she had seen so long ago covered his face.
"Draco!"
"Oh, not like that. I just mean, well sleep with you. The bed is certainly big enough." He gestured toward her room.
She sighed and walked back to her room and turned to him, "Alright, but just for tonight."
He put the solemn schoolboy look on his face when he said, "Yes Ma'am!"
She crawled back into bed and he slid in beside her, she whispered, "Goodnight." Before saying "Nox." and turning off the lights. He sighed in contentment as he faced the same way she did, looking at her curly brown hair. He made a mental note to remember the unlockable spell next time he needed it. Chuckling to himself he drifted into a deep dreamless sleep.
*****
A/N…well…hope you all like it! Thanks to everyone who has stopped by in IM's to tell me about my little story and again…thanks for the reviews…you don't know how much it means to me!
Love and Fluff,
Natalie
PS…there will be a rating change within the next few chapters…probably to PG-13...but I'm not sure at the moment.