Disclaimer ~ I realize I forgot this earlier, but I, in no way other than
personal copies of the books, I in no way own Harry Potter...
unfortunately. If I did I'd be rich. Oh, to dream... But to get to the
point, I don't own it.
~ AN ~ Sorry the last chapter was so short... I couldn't think of anything to write about... Thanks for the advice Nikki... and as I said in school, pick one or the other... lol... I'm just kidding... you can have them both... ;-) *~*Dangles*~*
"..." is talking '...' is thinking ~ ~ ~... ~ ~ ~ is a dream
*~* Evanescent Enchantment *~*
*~*~* Chapter Four: The Dream and the Questions *~*~*
It was six in the morning when Hermione woke up on Sunday. She remembered telling Draco about Dan, but it didn't make her feel better. If anything, it made her feel worse. She didn't want to talk about it ever again because she was ashamed of her behavior when she did.
Pulling on her robe, she walked into the common room. Glancing out the window, she noticed that it had been, and still was, pouring rain. 'So much for another walk,' she thought. She walked to the table to finish her letter, but found she had nothing else to write about.
After she sealed the letter, she went to her room and put on fresh robes. Then, with letter in hand, she left the common room and headed in the direction of the Owlry.
She selected an owl, told it where to take the letter, and watched it soar out of sight. The stone tower, she noticed, was very cold and drafty. She quickly left, and not knowing what to do, she decided to walk around the corridors.
She passed the Gryffindor Tower, and she for a second thought about going in, but chose to keep walking. She didn't want to risk running into Ron after what happened yesterday.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
~ ~ ~ Two cloaked figures were walking up to a large stone chateau, bowing their hooded heads, due to rain. The taller figure turned to look behind them, and he looked exactly like Draco, but older. They reached the enormous wooden door, and pushed it open.
"We're home," said the man. The woman removed her cloak, but her face remained concealed. A house elf ran to her side and helped her into what looked to be a large parlor, and the man began searching the house for something.
"Are they home, Gidget? Where are they?" he asked the elf.
"Master Draco, I was assured yous was sent Master a letter explaining where Master Lucius and Mistress Narcissa where being," the elf said quickly.
"Right... business in France. Thank you, Gidget,"
"Yes, Master Draco."
He walked into the parlor and sat next to the woman. "They're not here," he said softly.
"I know... I heard," said the woman.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have made you come here... I-"
"Don't worry. You shouldn't be sorry. I'm glad I came," the woman spoke, smiling and looking into the man's eyes. It was Hermione Granger.
At that second, Draco's parents apparated into the front hall, and Lucius shouted something which could not be understood.
"Mother, Father! Welcome home!" Draco said, hugging Narcissa.
"Draco, what are you doing here? I told you we weren't going to be here," she stammered.
"Oh. I was spending the holidays at a friend's house and stopped by here to get a few things that I forgot in September," he stated.
"Well get your things and get out. We didn't invite you back," Lucius snarled.
"Well, I thought I would be welcome in my house, but I guess not," Draco snapped.
"Who were you staying with, Dear?" his mother questioned.
"Hermione Granger," Draco muttered.
"You were staying at a Mudblood's house!?! GET OUT, NOW!" Lucius screamed.
Draco ran back to the parlor, grabbed a shocked Hermione by the wrist and ran out of the house. ~ ~ ~
Draco awoke, startled. 'Would he really act like that if I brought her to the house?' he asked himself.
Crawling out of bed, he hastily threw on his robes then walked quickly to breakfast. He saw Hermione talking to Ginny, she smiled at him and he winked. He'd have to tell her about the dream.
"He's so cute... Ginny... I told him about Dan," Hermione said.
"You did? What'd he do?" Ginny asked.
"Well, he was really sweet actually. We were patrolling, and I told him, and he took me back to our tower and finished up patrolling then when he came back and carried my to my bed. He's so... what's the word I'm looking for?"
"Dreamy? Romantic? Priceless?" Ginny suggested.
"Oh... yeah. School books... 25 Galleons, Wand... 15 Galleons... Sharing a tower with the hottest, most romantic guy in my year... priceless. God, I sound like that credit card commercial," Hermione said with a smile and began laughing.
"Isn't that like Eclectic money?" Ginny said with a puzzled face.
"Electric? Yeah... sort of," Hermione told her.
"So... have you talked to him today?" Ginny questioned.
"No... Not yet,"
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Draco watched Hermione leave the room, walking out with Harry and Ron. He chugged his last glass of pumpkin juice, then went to find her.
He walked slowly back to their tower, and found her sitting on the couch with her head in her hands. She hadn't appeared to hear him enter.
"Is something wrong?" he asked.
"Huh? Oh... no. I'm okay. Hey, about last night, that was really sweet of you," she said.
"What was? Carrying you to bed?"
"Yeah, I liked it. It showed that you have a romantic side," she stated. "Oh... Thanks, I guess. I have to tell you something," Draco said.
"Okay. What's up?" she questioned.
Sitting down next to her, similar to his dream, he told her every detail of his dream.
"Yeah... so? I mean, when am I ever going to go to your house?" Hermione said.
"I- I don't know. Just tell me that if I ask you to, promise you won't let me take you to my house. Please. I'm afraid of what Lucius might do to you if he found you there. Just promise me you won't go there," he begged.
"Okay. I won't let you take me home. I don't know why you're so scared though. You're father doesn't seem that bad," she said. 'What the hell am I thinking? He doesn't seem that bad? I'm mental!' she thought.
"Hermione, he's a Death Eater! You know, the guys who hate Muggle-borns! I can't believe you just said that!" he said, surprised at her words.
"I can't believe I said that either..." she whispered.
He leaned over and softly kissed her lips. "I would do anything to protect you," he said softly, and continued kissing her as she lay down on the couch.
He was lying on top of Hermione now, and she could feel his muscles through his shirt. When Draco pulled back briefly for air, he smiled at her. She smiled back and said, "I know you would." She grasped the back of his neck and pulled his head to hers, and she brought her head up to meet his. He slipped his tongue into her mouth as she positioned his head to align with her own.
The next time the two divided for air, Draco hastily shed his shirt, and he slowly unbuttoned Hermione's. She laughed at his seductive way of undoing her shirt, and lifted her head to kiss him once more.
Shifting to remove his pants, Hermione followed suit. Lying on the couch in her bra and panties, Hermione earned a genuine grin from Draco. "You know, the school robes do nothing for your body worthy of a goddess," he complimented her.
Standing up and blushing, she motioned for him to follow her into her bedroom. As they were walking, she carefully unhooked her bra, and let it slide from her shoulders and fall to the floor.
As she climbed into her bed, Draco couldn't take his eyes off of her breasts. "Are you going to look at anything else besides my boobs?" she asked with a grin.
"What? Oh... sorry," he said sheepishly as he climbed onto the bed next to her.
As their lips made contact, Hermione's hands traced Draco's sides, resting at the elastic of his boxers. She slowly started pushing them down his legs, and removed them from around his ankles with her toes, which made him snicker. He then, in similar fashion, removed her lace panties.
Then, slowly moving down her body, he bestowed kisses upon her gracefully. When he reached her stomach, he looked up at her. She could feel his hardness pulsing against her leg, and nodding to him, she reached for her wand on the night table. After muttering something under her breath, which Draco figured was a birth-control spell; he crawled over her body to kiss her lips.
They were going to boldly go where neither of them had gone before... All The Way. And he was nervous as hell.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Looking down, he noticed that he, Hermione, and the sheets were stained with blood. "So you really were a virgin?" he asked, breathing deeply.
"Yeah... I was. Why do you ask? Did you set me up?" she questioned him, feeling anger rise in her gut.
~ AN ~ Sorry the last chapter was so short... I couldn't think of anything to write about... Thanks for the advice Nikki... and as I said in school, pick one or the other... lol... I'm just kidding... you can have them both... ;-) *~*Dangles*~*
"..." is talking '...' is thinking ~ ~ ~... ~ ~ ~ is a dream
*~* Evanescent Enchantment *~*
*~*~* Chapter Four: The Dream and the Questions *~*~*
It was six in the morning when Hermione woke up on Sunday. She remembered telling Draco about Dan, but it didn't make her feel better. If anything, it made her feel worse. She didn't want to talk about it ever again because she was ashamed of her behavior when she did.
Pulling on her robe, she walked into the common room. Glancing out the window, she noticed that it had been, and still was, pouring rain. 'So much for another walk,' she thought. She walked to the table to finish her letter, but found she had nothing else to write about.
After she sealed the letter, she went to her room and put on fresh robes. Then, with letter in hand, she left the common room and headed in the direction of the Owlry.
She selected an owl, told it where to take the letter, and watched it soar out of sight. The stone tower, she noticed, was very cold and drafty. She quickly left, and not knowing what to do, she decided to walk around the corridors.
She passed the Gryffindor Tower, and she for a second thought about going in, but chose to keep walking. She didn't want to risk running into Ron after what happened yesterday.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
~ ~ ~ Two cloaked figures were walking up to a large stone chateau, bowing their hooded heads, due to rain. The taller figure turned to look behind them, and he looked exactly like Draco, but older. They reached the enormous wooden door, and pushed it open.
"We're home," said the man. The woman removed her cloak, but her face remained concealed. A house elf ran to her side and helped her into what looked to be a large parlor, and the man began searching the house for something.
"Are they home, Gidget? Where are they?" he asked the elf.
"Master Draco, I was assured yous was sent Master a letter explaining where Master Lucius and Mistress Narcissa where being," the elf said quickly.
"Right... business in France. Thank you, Gidget,"
"Yes, Master Draco."
He walked into the parlor and sat next to the woman. "They're not here," he said softly.
"I know... I heard," said the woman.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have made you come here... I-"
"Don't worry. You shouldn't be sorry. I'm glad I came," the woman spoke, smiling and looking into the man's eyes. It was Hermione Granger.
At that second, Draco's parents apparated into the front hall, and Lucius shouted something which could not be understood.
"Mother, Father! Welcome home!" Draco said, hugging Narcissa.
"Draco, what are you doing here? I told you we weren't going to be here," she stammered.
"Oh. I was spending the holidays at a friend's house and stopped by here to get a few things that I forgot in September," he stated.
"Well get your things and get out. We didn't invite you back," Lucius snarled.
"Well, I thought I would be welcome in my house, but I guess not," Draco snapped.
"Who were you staying with, Dear?" his mother questioned.
"Hermione Granger," Draco muttered.
"You were staying at a Mudblood's house!?! GET OUT, NOW!" Lucius screamed.
Draco ran back to the parlor, grabbed a shocked Hermione by the wrist and ran out of the house. ~ ~ ~
Draco awoke, startled. 'Would he really act like that if I brought her to the house?' he asked himself.
Crawling out of bed, he hastily threw on his robes then walked quickly to breakfast. He saw Hermione talking to Ginny, she smiled at him and he winked. He'd have to tell her about the dream.
"He's so cute... Ginny... I told him about Dan," Hermione said.
"You did? What'd he do?" Ginny asked.
"Well, he was really sweet actually. We were patrolling, and I told him, and he took me back to our tower and finished up patrolling then when he came back and carried my to my bed. He's so... what's the word I'm looking for?"
"Dreamy? Romantic? Priceless?" Ginny suggested.
"Oh... yeah. School books... 25 Galleons, Wand... 15 Galleons... Sharing a tower with the hottest, most romantic guy in my year... priceless. God, I sound like that credit card commercial," Hermione said with a smile and began laughing.
"Isn't that like Eclectic money?" Ginny said with a puzzled face.
"Electric? Yeah... sort of," Hermione told her.
"So... have you talked to him today?" Ginny questioned.
"No... Not yet,"
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Draco watched Hermione leave the room, walking out with Harry and Ron. He chugged his last glass of pumpkin juice, then went to find her.
He walked slowly back to their tower, and found her sitting on the couch with her head in her hands. She hadn't appeared to hear him enter.
"Is something wrong?" he asked.
"Huh? Oh... no. I'm okay. Hey, about last night, that was really sweet of you," she said.
"What was? Carrying you to bed?"
"Yeah, I liked it. It showed that you have a romantic side," she stated. "Oh... Thanks, I guess. I have to tell you something," Draco said.
"Okay. What's up?" she questioned.
Sitting down next to her, similar to his dream, he told her every detail of his dream.
"Yeah... so? I mean, when am I ever going to go to your house?" Hermione said.
"I- I don't know. Just tell me that if I ask you to, promise you won't let me take you to my house. Please. I'm afraid of what Lucius might do to you if he found you there. Just promise me you won't go there," he begged.
"Okay. I won't let you take me home. I don't know why you're so scared though. You're father doesn't seem that bad," she said. 'What the hell am I thinking? He doesn't seem that bad? I'm mental!' she thought.
"Hermione, he's a Death Eater! You know, the guys who hate Muggle-borns! I can't believe you just said that!" he said, surprised at her words.
"I can't believe I said that either..." she whispered.
He leaned over and softly kissed her lips. "I would do anything to protect you," he said softly, and continued kissing her as she lay down on the couch.
He was lying on top of Hermione now, and she could feel his muscles through his shirt. When Draco pulled back briefly for air, he smiled at her. She smiled back and said, "I know you would." She grasped the back of his neck and pulled his head to hers, and she brought her head up to meet his. He slipped his tongue into her mouth as she positioned his head to align with her own.
The next time the two divided for air, Draco hastily shed his shirt, and he slowly unbuttoned Hermione's. She laughed at his seductive way of undoing her shirt, and lifted her head to kiss him once more.
Shifting to remove his pants, Hermione followed suit. Lying on the couch in her bra and panties, Hermione earned a genuine grin from Draco. "You know, the school robes do nothing for your body worthy of a goddess," he complimented her.
Standing up and blushing, she motioned for him to follow her into her bedroom. As they were walking, she carefully unhooked her bra, and let it slide from her shoulders and fall to the floor.
As she climbed into her bed, Draco couldn't take his eyes off of her breasts. "Are you going to look at anything else besides my boobs?" she asked with a grin.
"What? Oh... sorry," he said sheepishly as he climbed onto the bed next to her.
As their lips made contact, Hermione's hands traced Draco's sides, resting at the elastic of his boxers. She slowly started pushing them down his legs, and removed them from around his ankles with her toes, which made him snicker. He then, in similar fashion, removed her lace panties.
Then, slowly moving down her body, he bestowed kisses upon her gracefully. When he reached her stomach, he looked up at her. She could feel his hardness pulsing against her leg, and nodding to him, she reached for her wand on the night table. After muttering something under her breath, which Draco figured was a birth-control spell; he crawled over her body to kiss her lips.
They were going to boldly go where neither of them had gone before... All The Way. And he was nervous as hell.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Looking down, he noticed that he, Hermione, and the sheets were stained with blood. "So you really were a virgin?" he asked, breathing deeply.
"Yeah... I was. Why do you ask? Did you set me up?" she questioned him, feeling anger rise in her gut.