A/n: Run for your lives! I'M BACK! Jamie DaCarver here to say, Happy Halloween!
Genre: Romance
Title: Getting Time With Your Enemy
Summary: Forget everything I've wrote. This is one of my best ficcies EVER. And I mean it. Pairing: Draco and Hermione.
Disclaimer: Look. This says DIS clamer. I DISS the claimer, see? Oh, forget it...
Prologue-
At Hogwarts, two people were staying over the summer due to 'unfortunate' circumstances. Though the two had no clue the other was there, the both of them were suspicious...
Hermione Granger sat down in the library she thought was empty with a pad of paper and one golden quill. She was writing with a second one. "I see you sitting next to the window, breaking down, breaking down." She sang quietly, glancing around the library.
Draco Malfoy watched Granger from his hiding spot. His hiding spot was behind the shelf that was to the right of Hermione. He was wearing his normal robes, though his hair was spiked everywhere. Gel, who can live without it?
Surprisingly, the mudblood stood up and walked towards the 'D' section of the library. She pulled out a book about the Dark Arts and walked back to where she was sitting before.
Malfoy walked out of his hiding spot and walked towards Granger's table.
"Granger," He drawled lazily, catching her eye, "I need that book."
Hermione glared at him. "Well, you'll have to wait, Malfoy. Besides, what are you doing here in school now, anyway?"
Draco sat down beside her and watched her flip pages through her book in the corner of his eye. "I've been here for a while." He said conversationally, "How long have you been here?"
Hermione glanced over at him. "Just today," then she added quickly, "why are you so nice for once?"
"That damn Headmaster of ours said I had to." Draco replied lazily, still watching Granger flipping through pages of the book.
"I learned my parents were wanted wizards." Hermione said after a moment.
"Wanted wizards?" Draco inquired, looking over at her quizzically.
"Yes, wanted wizards. They weren't the Grangers before at first. They were the Potters..." Hermione looked away from Malfoy's piercing stare.
"So, you're related to Potty, eh?" Draco drawled, trying to catch Hermione to look at him and frowned when she didn't even look at him in the corner of her eye.
Hermione quickly changed the subject and handed Malfoy the book. "Here, I'm going. Just leave me alone..." Hermione stood up and when she was just about to push up her chair, Malfoy grabbed her wrist.
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That was how all this insanity had began. That was how Draco realized he was in love with a mudblood. The next day, he had stolen what she had written, and Hermione had a little bad luck in the girl's bathroom.
Hermione ran down the halls, her face a ghostly white. In her arms were two dead birds...
How this all happened, she had no clue. She had found the owls slaughtered in the girl's bathroom.
She didn't see where she was going and she ran straight into the back of Malfoy, who was-dare she even think it-singing?
"I see you sittin' next to the window, breakin' down, breakin' down. Falling over crying that you'd not be missed, but how?" His voice filled the hallway he assumed was empty.
What was he doing? That's what even he wanted to know. He had the urge to sing this song, though he had no clue what it had meant. It was, after all, what Granger had written. It didn't matter, right?
The girl behind him eyes widened. She knew that song. How the bloody hell did he know the lyrics?
"So, will you, will you love me tomorrow? And will you, if you can't, what about today? So will you, will you love-" Draco stopped singing when he felt a tap on his shoulder. His face became pale.
"Malfoy." Hermione said haughtily, surprising herself. Hadn't she always been such a nice girl?
"Granger." Malfoy muttered, turning around so he could face her, his face still as pale as paper.
Hermione suddenly became self-conscious that one of the dead birds in her arms was one of Malfoys. Seeing the situation, she held her breath and waited for the harassing she knew would come.
Draco's eyes had narrowed, since his favorite owl was dead.
"Mudblood, what did you do to him?" He glared at her, deep into her eyes, stepping forward, closing in the space between them.
In response to this action, the girl moved backward until she almost jumped out of her skin when she'd hit the wall. She was trapped and she immedently realized that and sobered up.
"I-I found him in the girls stalls. Don't you see that mine's dead, too?" She looked up reluctantly into his gray eyes, her chestnut ones pleading for him to believe her.
"I don't believe you." He spat, closing in the space between them again and put his hands above her shoulders on the wall, trapping her the whole way now. "You're a filthy mudblood-"
A loud crack echoed through the halls and Draco glowered down at Hermione, ignoring the aching red hand print on the left side of his face.
"Don't you dare call me a mudblood, Malfoy," She spat, leaning up so she could glare daggers into his eyes, "or I'll have to call you a Death Eater."
Draco seemed oblivious of how close he and Granger were and leaned closer. "You don't know a shit about me." He whispered, his angered gray eyes never leaving her infuriated chestnut ones.
"Maybe I could get to know you..." Hermione responded, staring deep into his eyes, since that was all she could do. They were so close their foreheads were touching.
"Don't count on it, Granger..." Malfoy whispered before pressing his lips hard against hers.
The kiss ended as quickly as Hermione had realized it. Draco and Hermione weren't in the same positions now; Draco's arms on Hermione's shoulders, Hermione's hands spread across the wall behind her, their mouths only a few inches apart.
Hermione heard a cough behind them and her eyes widened. 'No...' she mouthed.
Draco seemed to realize this too and closed his eyes and did something Hermione didn't expect. He kissed her again.
The kiss was more intense this time. Adding on to Draco pushing himself against Hermione, ( the girl had to stifle a moan), the kiss was mixed with Hermione's uneasiness and Draco's hunger. Hermione merely thought Draco was trying to hide him and her, since his black clothes completely camouflaged them... Hermione was very doubtful.
Draco ran his hands through her hair and she decided to do the same. After a few minutes, the two broke off to catch their breath.
"Hermione..." Draco breathed.
"Draco..." Hermione breathed back, her eyes wide with shock.
Draco finally tore his eyes away from Hermione and looked around them. What was that cough he had heard earlier? Did he want to know?
Hermione looked down at her-no their feet to see the two dead owls laying there. She smiled grimly and thought about she didn't realized that she dropped them. Letting her gaze shift to her feet, she saw she was standing on Draco's shoes. She blushed.
"S-sorry." she apologized, looking up so she could make eye-contact with him and tried to move her feet, but she just couldn't...
"Quiet..." Draco whispered, his eyes darting around them.
"Yes, that's right. You two aren't alone." A very familiar voice said, in an amused tone of voice. "You two know I don't permit other house relationships... But I must say, I'm glad you two are getting along, for once!" The figure of Albus Doumbledore walked towards them. He was dressed in formal purple robes, his tiny purple slippers squeaking through the hall. Hermione giggled at the sight of it.
Draco felt different about the situation. He sighed and reached down, grabbing Hermione's feet. In return. the girl grabbed his shoulders and felt herself being moved beside him.
"Light as a feather..." Draco smirked and leaned against the wall, standing very close to the flush Hermione.
"Speaking of feathers, Mr. Malfoy," A voice drawled behind the Headmaster, "isn't that your owl on the floor?"
Malfoy narrowed his eyes at Snape and looked down at his owl on the floor. Finally smelling the decay, he quickly picked up his owl and Hermione's and gave her hers and kept his own. This was not a very good day...
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Again, Happy Halloween... I hope everyone likes this. It was pretty fun to write... BTW, review!
Genre: Romance
Title: Getting Time With Your Enemy
Summary: Forget everything I've wrote. This is one of my best ficcies EVER. And I mean it. Pairing: Draco and Hermione.
Disclaimer: Look. This says DIS clamer. I DISS the claimer, see? Oh, forget it...
Prologue-
At Hogwarts, two people were staying over the summer due to 'unfortunate' circumstances. Though the two had no clue the other was there, the both of them were suspicious...
Hermione Granger sat down in the library she thought was empty with a pad of paper and one golden quill. She was writing with a second one. "I see you sitting next to the window, breaking down, breaking down." She sang quietly, glancing around the library.
Draco Malfoy watched Granger from his hiding spot. His hiding spot was behind the shelf that was to the right of Hermione. He was wearing his normal robes, though his hair was spiked everywhere. Gel, who can live without it?
Surprisingly, the mudblood stood up and walked towards the 'D' section of the library. She pulled out a book about the Dark Arts and walked back to where she was sitting before.
Malfoy walked out of his hiding spot and walked towards Granger's table.
"Granger," He drawled lazily, catching her eye, "I need that book."
Hermione glared at him. "Well, you'll have to wait, Malfoy. Besides, what are you doing here in school now, anyway?"
Draco sat down beside her and watched her flip pages through her book in the corner of his eye. "I've been here for a while." He said conversationally, "How long have you been here?"
Hermione glanced over at him. "Just today," then she added quickly, "why are you so nice for once?"
"That damn Headmaster of ours said I had to." Draco replied lazily, still watching Granger flipping through pages of the book.
"I learned my parents were wanted wizards." Hermione said after a moment.
"Wanted wizards?" Draco inquired, looking over at her quizzically.
"Yes, wanted wizards. They weren't the Grangers before at first. They were the Potters..." Hermione looked away from Malfoy's piercing stare.
"So, you're related to Potty, eh?" Draco drawled, trying to catch Hermione to look at him and frowned when she didn't even look at him in the corner of her eye.
Hermione quickly changed the subject and handed Malfoy the book. "Here, I'm going. Just leave me alone..." Hermione stood up and when she was just about to push up her chair, Malfoy grabbed her wrist.
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That was how all this insanity had began. That was how Draco realized he was in love with a mudblood. The next day, he had stolen what she had written, and Hermione had a little bad luck in the girl's bathroom.
Hermione ran down the halls, her face a ghostly white. In her arms were two dead birds...
How this all happened, she had no clue. She had found the owls slaughtered in the girl's bathroom.
She didn't see where she was going and she ran straight into the back of Malfoy, who was-dare she even think it-singing?
"I see you sittin' next to the window, breakin' down, breakin' down. Falling over crying that you'd not be missed, but how?" His voice filled the hallway he assumed was empty.
What was he doing? That's what even he wanted to know. He had the urge to sing this song, though he had no clue what it had meant. It was, after all, what Granger had written. It didn't matter, right?
The girl behind him eyes widened. She knew that song. How the bloody hell did he know the lyrics?
"So, will you, will you love me tomorrow? And will you, if you can't, what about today? So will you, will you love-" Draco stopped singing when he felt a tap on his shoulder. His face became pale.
"Malfoy." Hermione said haughtily, surprising herself. Hadn't she always been such a nice girl?
"Granger." Malfoy muttered, turning around so he could face her, his face still as pale as paper.
Hermione suddenly became self-conscious that one of the dead birds in her arms was one of Malfoys. Seeing the situation, she held her breath and waited for the harassing she knew would come.
Draco's eyes had narrowed, since his favorite owl was dead.
"Mudblood, what did you do to him?" He glared at her, deep into her eyes, stepping forward, closing in the space between them.
In response to this action, the girl moved backward until she almost jumped out of her skin when she'd hit the wall. She was trapped and she immedently realized that and sobered up.
"I-I found him in the girls stalls. Don't you see that mine's dead, too?" She looked up reluctantly into his gray eyes, her chestnut ones pleading for him to believe her.
"I don't believe you." He spat, closing in the space between them again and put his hands above her shoulders on the wall, trapping her the whole way now. "You're a filthy mudblood-"
A loud crack echoed through the halls and Draco glowered down at Hermione, ignoring the aching red hand print on the left side of his face.
"Don't you dare call me a mudblood, Malfoy," She spat, leaning up so she could glare daggers into his eyes, "or I'll have to call you a Death Eater."
Draco seemed oblivious of how close he and Granger were and leaned closer. "You don't know a shit about me." He whispered, his angered gray eyes never leaving her infuriated chestnut ones.
"Maybe I could get to know you..." Hermione responded, staring deep into his eyes, since that was all she could do. They were so close their foreheads were touching.
"Don't count on it, Granger..." Malfoy whispered before pressing his lips hard against hers.
The kiss ended as quickly as Hermione had realized it. Draco and Hermione weren't in the same positions now; Draco's arms on Hermione's shoulders, Hermione's hands spread across the wall behind her, their mouths only a few inches apart.
Hermione heard a cough behind them and her eyes widened. 'No...' she mouthed.
Draco seemed to realize this too and closed his eyes and did something Hermione didn't expect. He kissed her again.
The kiss was more intense this time. Adding on to Draco pushing himself against Hermione, ( the girl had to stifle a moan), the kiss was mixed with Hermione's uneasiness and Draco's hunger. Hermione merely thought Draco was trying to hide him and her, since his black clothes completely camouflaged them... Hermione was very doubtful.
Draco ran his hands through her hair and she decided to do the same. After a few minutes, the two broke off to catch their breath.
"Hermione..." Draco breathed.
"Draco..." Hermione breathed back, her eyes wide with shock.
Draco finally tore his eyes away from Hermione and looked around them. What was that cough he had heard earlier? Did he want to know?
Hermione looked down at her-no their feet to see the two dead owls laying there. She smiled grimly and thought about she didn't realized that she dropped them. Letting her gaze shift to her feet, she saw she was standing on Draco's shoes. She blushed.
"S-sorry." she apologized, looking up so she could make eye-contact with him and tried to move her feet, but she just couldn't...
"Quiet..." Draco whispered, his eyes darting around them.
"Yes, that's right. You two aren't alone." A very familiar voice said, in an amused tone of voice. "You two know I don't permit other house relationships... But I must say, I'm glad you two are getting along, for once!" The figure of Albus Doumbledore walked towards them. He was dressed in formal purple robes, his tiny purple slippers squeaking through the hall. Hermione giggled at the sight of it.
Draco felt different about the situation. He sighed and reached down, grabbing Hermione's feet. In return. the girl grabbed his shoulders and felt herself being moved beside him.
"Light as a feather..." Draco smirked and leaned against the wall, standing very close to the flush Hermione.
"Speaking of feathers, Mr. Malfoy," A voice drawled behind the Headmaster, "isn't that your owl on the floor?"
Malfoy narrowed his eyes at Snape and looked down at his owl on the floor. Finally smelling the decay, he quickly picked up his owl and Hermione's and gave her hers and kept his own. This was not a very good day...
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Again, Happy Halloween... I hope everyone likes this. It was pretty fun to write... BTW, review!