Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
A/N Hey guys! This song will be ÒBaby BoyÓ by Beyonce. IÕm going to cut Sean Paul out because IÕ having trouble deciphering what the hell heÕs talking about. LOL.
Thanks for all your reviews! You guys are so sweet!
~Zsa Zsa
~Baby Boy~
Hermione Granger had just woken up from a dream. Well, it was more of a nightmare. She was panting and sitting up in her four-poster bed, hands either side of her body, covers thrown off in horror.
She had been dreaming about him again.
She couldnÕt help it. It wasnÕt the first time sheÕd had dreams about him either. They happened every time her eyelids fluttered shut and the soft sound of breathing could be heard fro her delicate mouth. Sometimes, they were worse then just dreams. Sometimes, they were fantasies.
Hermione didnÕt know why she had fantasies about him. She had always been so virginal, so innocent and pure. Yet, when she slept, she could be found gripping the sheets, moaning slightly, her body tensed and her back arched.
She looked at the clock on her bedside table. 5:30 AM. ÔWell, I might as well get up. I am already awake.Õ She put her feet slowly on the marble floor and her feet jumped up again from the cold. She shivered. Hogwarts was always cold in the winter.
With the curtains drew back; she could see the snow falling outside, even though it was only the beginning of November. She shivered again, hugging herself tightly and put her feet on the ground again. This time, she succeeded in putting her feet firmly on the ground.
She got up slowly and stretched herself lazily. She walked slowly over to her wardrobe, her feet dragging lazily on the floor. She rubbed her eyes and with a sigh, opened the oak doors. She riffled through the clothes, searching for something to wear on a cold winterÕs weekend day. She decided upon thick, dark jeans and a black turtleneck. Once she had zipped up her boots and brushed her hair out, she turned to face the door.
She would have to see him at breakfast.
At once, all the memories of her dream the night before came flooding back. She staggered as she remembered their nightÕs escapades had taken place on each of the four house tables. She shivered, not form the cold, but from the thought of being with him like that.
She would never tell anyone of her secret desire. It was a secret she would most certainly take to her grave, and beyond. She was sure he did not notice her stare at him in the halls, in class, during meals. Her schoolwork had gotten worse. She was still top of the class in most subjects, but to her immense displeasure, two people had over taken her in two separate subjects. Her clumsy fellow Gryffindor friend was now actually better then her in Herbology and him. He was the new Potions Master.
She sighed and realized she had stopped walking. She hurried forward only to trip on something. She fell. Her hands slammed onto the floor and her knee banged painfully against the object in question. She cursed as she got up and brushed herself off. She looked down at what she had tripped over, and the site made her want to cry. It was a picture of Crookshanks.
The cat had died the previous year. Hermione took the picture in her hands and traced a finger across it slowly and gently. ÔCome to think of itÕ, she thought, ÔI think Crookshanks died on November 3rd. Today.Õ She clapped a hand to her mouth and she shook her head. Oh Merlin. She felt a tear threaten to escape her eye and she held the picture close to her heart.
After a few moments, she put the frame on her bedside table, next to her alarm clock and finally, she reached the door. Before she reached for the handle, she took a deep breath and tried to regain her senses. ÔI do not like him,Õ she kept trying to tell herself, though she knew she was lying.
She had been trying to deny this for the longest time, but she knew what was going on. She, Hermione Granger, was in love. She couldnÕt get him off her mind. He plagued her thoughts, haunted her dreams. He was the god of her idolatry. She would gaze longingly at him and secretly wrote the name she had once found hard to even speak, and when she did, it was bitter with contempt.
Draco Malfoy.
~~ Baby boy you stay on my mind
Fulfill my fantasies
I think about you all the time
I see you in my dreams
Baby boy not a day goes by
Without my fantasies
I think about you all the time
I see you in my dreams~~
Hermione finally made it out of the confining restraints of her private room. She shuddered slightly as she knew the thoughts she was bound to think again today, tomorrow and forever. She would never forget him.
She walked to the portrait, stopping briefly. She spun on her heel and looked up to the stairs on her Right. The door was closed, as it usually was. She wondered if Blaise was up yet.
Blaise Zabini had been chosen to be HermioneÕs counterpart, Head Boy. Quiet, reserved and studious, he was the picturesque Ravenclaw. The only reason the Sorting Hat had barked ÒSLYTHERIN!Ó his first year was because his family went back nearly as far as the Malfoys. Hermione shivered even when she spoke the name in her head.
She had never even really noticed Blaise before. She hadnÕt seen him much and he didnÕt have many friends as he usually kept to himself. He was a good Head Boy and she had become quiet friendly with him.
She decided upon running up the stairs to see if he had left yet. She knocked softly on his door, rapping her knuckles gently on the dark wood while reading the sign on the door that read ÔHead BoyÕ absently-mindedly. She jumped when the door opened and Blaise stood, bags under his eyes and an annoyed look on his face, in front of her, clad only in black silk boxers.
ÒWhat?Ó He barked, perhaps harder then he meant to because it was soon followed by, ÒSorry. IÕm just tired.Ó
Hermione stood frozen, too surprised to speak. Blaise was only wearing boxers! She smiled slightly and had to force herself to look away from his lower region. When her head finally rested upon him, she saw he was smirking slightly, ÒLike what you see, eh?Ó Blaise was nice, but he was till very much a boy.
Hermione hit him playfully and said, ÒI just wanted to see if you were up and whether you might want to walk to the Great hall with me.Ó
Blaise raised an eyebrow, but nodded. He turned back to face the insides of his room, but then he turned back to face her, ÒDo you want to come in?Ó Hermione hesitated, but nodded after a moment, although very shyly.
She stepped into his room and saw it was still very dark. On impulse, she walked over to his window and opened his curtains, allowing the light to pour in. She turned back to face him to see his eyebrow quirked slightly. She grinned, ÒIt was too dark!Ó Blaise nodded in amused agreement, and walked over to his wardrobe. He picked an outfit that greatly resembled HermioneÕs, except he wore a dark, forest green turtleneck and he offered her his arm in a gentlemanly gesture.
While Blaise was changing, Hermione glanced around, surveying the pictures on his desk and walls. She saw quite a few of Draco and Blaise when they were younger. She smiled as she traced a finger lightly over DracoÕs young and smiling face. He looked so innocent. Ha!
Draco Malfoy had never been innocent.
When she turned, Blaise had his arm out for her and she took it gladly, smiling slightly and they walked out. They had to abandon this position as the stairs were too narrow for them both to walk down together. Hermione waited at the top of the stairs while Blaise hurriedly ran down. He looked up at her expectantly and she mimicked his movement.
They, however, did not resume their arm-in-arm arrangement and just chose to walk silently side by side.
When they reached the Great Oak doors to the Great Hall, Hermione took a deep breath that was slightly out of character, and Blaise noticed. She only did that before a test. Why was walking through a room of people who knew her well so difficult?
She opened the door and stepped inside, so overcome by anticipation and fear that she forgot to hold the door open for Blaise. He opened the door, rather annoyed, rubbing his head. Hermione paid him no notice. Her eyes scanned the room for him. The man she longed to see.
They locked eyes and her insides melted. Why did he do this to her? He smiled slightly when he saw her in her state of panic and she was relieved to see he did not have his trademark smirk plastered on his face.
~~ Aah oh my baby's fly baby oh
Yes no hurt me so good baby oh
I'm so wrapped up in your love let me go
Let me breathe, stay out my fantasies~~
Hermione tore her gaze away from Draco, even though she did not really want to. She made her way to the Gryffindor table where her two best friends were seated opposite each other, laughing and chatting with Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan.
She approached them, eyeing the tall red head, Ron Weasley. His freckles had started to disappear, and though, still apparent, they looked far less noticeable. His deep blue eyes were crinkled with laughter and wet with tears. Harry Potter was smaller then Ron and his messy black hair now hid his scar well from prying eyes. He was also in a fit of laughter and his eyes sparkled when Hermione came into view.
ÒHey ÔMione!Ó He nearly giggled. That site alone made Hermione want to laugh. She sat down next to Harry, where she was sure she would have a view of Draco.
He smirked this time when she looked at him and blew a fake kiss at her and then laughed with his friends. Pansy put an arm around him, and he kissed her on the cheek. Hermione frowned and fell silent. The absence of her laughter made no dent in the roar now exploding form the Gryffindor table.
Hermione looked down at her food. She was close to tears and she had no idea why. Draco was just a fantasy, and she was a realist. She knew fantasies rarely came to be realities. She looked up at Draco and again. He was now staring intently at her, his expression unreadable.
She stayed locked in his gaze until she was snapped out of her trace by McGonagallÕs spoon clinking against a goblet.
Dumbledore stood up and smiled, ÒWe will be having our Yule Ball in the dungeons this year. Some of the ghosts have decided to make this night quite memorable for you all. The attire will be Muggle and we will have all different kinds of music. Dinner will also be served there. That will be all. You are dismissed.Ó
Hermione slipped off of the bench and walked slowly out of the Great Hall, her thoughts drifting from the Yule Ball back to Draco.
~~Baby boy you stay on my mind
Fulfill my fantasies
I think about you all the time
I see you in my dreams
Baby boy not a day goes by
Without my fantasies
I think about you all the time
I see you in my dreams~~
The night of the ball had come and Hermione was just putting the finishing touches on her outfit. She had on a pair of black leather pants and a red halter-top that exposed a good deal of skin. Parvati and Lavender had convinced her to wear these provocative clothes after much coaxing. Her hair was down and had red streaks in it. Her lips, bright red and the smoky eye look finished her ensemble.
She shook her head at her reflection, surprised she had the guts to where something like this. She was about to turn when she jumped. Had her mirror just whistled at her? She shook her head disbelievingly and exited her room. She saw Blaise waiting for her on the couch. He gaped at her, trying to hide the excitement in his pants.
Hermione just couldnÕt believe she was having this effect on people. Her mind wandered to Draco. HeÕd be impressed! She was dressed like the girls he usually went out with dressed.
ÒWow, Hermione. You look really good.Ó Blaise tried to force calmness to his voice, but he wasnÕt doing a very good job. Hermione just smiled slightly and held her hand out for Blaise to come. He got up and jogged over. He took her hand and they walked out of the portrait. She dropped his hand when they were about halfway to the dungeon.
ÒBlaise,Ó she whispered nervously. He could hear the slight fright in her voice so he stopped walking and turned to face her, ÒWhat can you tell me aboutÉaboutÉ Draco Malfoy.Ó
Blaise looked a little shocked by her question, but shrugged, ÒWell, we used to be pretty good friends, but weÕve kind of grown apart. I guess weÕve just become different people.Ó
Hermione nodded and bit her lip. She then blurted out, ÒWhat kind of girl is he interested in?Ó She looked slightly horrified that she had just said that. She looked down at her feet and began to wring her hands nervously.
Blaise laughed shortly and then grinned, ÒOur Hermione likes him, eh? Well, I hate to break it to you, but Malfoy most certainly wouldnÕt want to dateÉÓ He trailed off. He shouldnÕt have joked on this subject and he knew it. Her face had an offended expression on it and she bit her nail, biting back tears, ÒOh god! IÕm sorry Hermione. I didnÕt mean it like that. ItÕs just that, well, heÕs a Malfoy. Malfoys couldnÕt date Muggleborns even if they wanted to.Ó
Hermione nodded sadly and kissed Blaise on the cheek, ÒIs he the type toÉ defy his family for something heÕs passionate about?Ó
Blaise looked slightly uncomfortable, ÒWell, IÕm not sure. Probably for some things butÉÓ
ÒNot for a Mudblood like me.Ó Hermione finished for him. Blaise nodded awkwardly. Hermione tried to put a smile back on her face. ÒAre you sure?Ó
Blaise shook his head, ÒLetÕs go okay? DonÕt think about him. YouÕre too good for him anyway.Ó
Hermione laughed coldly, ÒI find that hard to believe. After all, IÕm only a Mudblood.Ó She smirked evilly and the glint in her eyes frightened Blaise slightly. She motioned for him to come closer with her finger. She whispered in his ear, ÒI need to get what I want. When I am passionate about something, I want to go for it. Please support me on this one, Blaise. I need to know I wonÕt make a complete fool of myself.Ó
Blaise shook his head. He pulled away from her slightly, ÒI know, Hermione. And you need him this much?Ó Hermione nodded, a look of love in her eyes that Blaise, being the perceptive boy he was, noticed all to well, ÒOkay. Go for it. IÕm behind you all the way.Ó
Hermione smiled and grabbed his head for him to follow her into the party.
When they arrived, most of the students were already there, dancing in a way most unlike Hogwarts. Hermione gaped when she spotted Ron in a very nasty position with Lavender Brown. She looked around for Harry, but instead she locked eyes with him. She sighed and smiled at Blaise, who saw her looking at Draco. With a squeeze of his hand, she began walking over to Draco.
Draco turned to face her completely. He was standing in a corner, and his back was now against the wall. He smiled at her. When she came close, he asked her, ÒCare to dance, Granger?Ó
Hermione smiled sadly, ÒCan you call me Hermione?Ó
Draco nodded and grabbed her hand. He stepped behind her and then began to rub against her backside. She grabbed his hand and placed it on her hip, pressing it into her skin. He smirked into her hair and they began to dance.
Hermione closed her eyes and she felt as if she and Draco were the only to people there, their bodiesÕ close and their sweat mingling. She sucked in a breath as his began to kiss her neck, sucking on the pieces on flesh every so often.
Hermione felt like she was in paradise. She was dancing with the boy she loved and nothing could ruin this moment.
~~Picture us dancing real close
In a dark, dark corner of a basement party
Every time I close my eyes
It's like everyone left but you and me
In our own little world
The music is the sun
The dance floor becomes the sea
Feels like true paradise to me~~
Then song ended, much to HermioneÕs dislike. She acted on an impulse she didnÕt know she had and turned to face him. Their bodiesÕ were pressed up close to each other and they were breathing raggedly. She looked into his blue eyes, wanting to melt into them. Standing on her tiptoes, she kissed him lightly.
Draco stood stunned when he felt her lips pressed against his. She began to push him towards the wall and then kissed him more, her mind a sea of thoughts of only him.
She was kissing him, reenacting one of her favorite fantasies with him. She was actually kissing Draco Malfoy. She smiled into his mouth and she felt him begin to respond. He probed her mouth with his tongue and she eagerly opened her mouth for him. His hands were roaming up and down her back and hers were tangled in his hair. Her mind was on overdrive as their kisses continued, increasing in passion by the second.
Draco finally pulled away and stared at her. Hermione looked back at him, breathing deeply and trying to regain composure. Suddenly, Draco leaned in and whispered in her ear, ÒIÕve been dreaming about you.Ó
Hermione sighed and smiled, ÒMe too.Ó
~~Baby boy you stay on my mind
Fulfill my fantasies
I think about you all the time
I see you in my dreams
Baby boy not a day goes by
Without my fantasies
I think about you all the time
I see you in my dreams~~
ÒYou know what?Ó Hermione asked.
ÒHmm?Ó Draco nestled his head into her hair.
ÒYouÕve been on my mind all year.Ó
ÒIÉÓ
ÒYouÕre the cutest boy IÕve ever seen.Ó
ÒIÉÓ
ÒBe mine.Ó
ÒGladly.Ó
~~Baby boy you stay on my mind
Baby boy you are so damn fine
Baby boy won't you be mine~~
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A/N Hey everyone! How are yÕall? Hope you like this story.
To all my reviewers:
Yanni: Hey sweetz! Aww, thank you for being my biggest fan. I love you too hunny!
Lily: Fromageagogoland sucks! Come back home! Thanks for the review and it wasnÕt my song, it was ÒVoodooÓ by Ashanti. Got any ideas for future stories? Any songs? Thanks!
Dark star: YouÕre too sweet. Thank you so much. :tears too: Oh no! Now weÕre both crying!
Skyleia: Thanks so much. As I e-mailed you, the song is ÒVoodooÓ by Ashanti. Hope you like this one like you did the last one. ItÕs a very different approach, huh? I donÕt like turning Hermione into slut extraordinaire, but I guess she wasnÕt too bad. Thank you so much!
Numberonenightowl: I havenÕt read any of your stories. Umm, I tried finding the one you were talking about, but couldnÕt. IÕm sorry if the ideas are similar. I didnÕt read your story, swear to God and Merlin. ThanksÉ
Krys: Thank you. Oh god, you are the first person whoÕs ever said they like my style and itÕs really nice to hear! Thank you!
Apollonia2: Thank you so much for your review! You are too sweet! Keep reading and reviewing please!
DanishGirl: Hope you like this one as much as you like the other one. Thank you!
Thank you all so much. Give me ideas via e-mail or review for another song. IÕm really looking for ideas! IÕve got a few in mindÉ oh, they can be R-rated if they must. :Giggle:
~Zsa Zsa