A/N: Whooo whooo! This chapter is where it starts to get interesting! I
want to take a second to thank Liz for helping my creative juices flow a
little faster with this story, some things happen because of her!!!! *mwAh*
enjoy and read on!
Chapter Four: Was it For Me?
At half-past ten, Hermione left the common room with her small black purse in hand. She strode purposefully and stealthily towards the prefects' bathroom. Once she entered, she positioned herself in front of the mirror and emptied her purse. She carefully checked and reapplied her make-up. When she was finished, she examined herself and smiled glumly. "If Harry and Ron ever knew about this." she said and trailed off. She didn't want to finish the thought, so instead she left and walked slowly and carefully towards the Potions dungeon, the designated meeting spot.
She got there a few minutes early, and was surprised to see Malfoy already waiting for her. She paused and surveyed him from afar, noticing the careful shave and the way he styled his hair. After a few moments of drooling over Malfoy, Hermione came to her senses and strode purposefully towards him.
"Geez, someone decided to be an overachiever and get here early," she snarled. Malfoy blushed a little as he walked closer to her, obviously surveying her. After a few moments, she started getting grossed out by how he was nearly drooling and snapped, "All right, let's go. Ferret-face."
"Yeah. Ok. Uhm, you look. nice," Malfoy muttered. Hermione's cheeks flushed maroon and she walked past Malfoy and towards the dungeon.
She turned around to see Malfoy still standing where she left him. "Come on! Let's go!"
They walked in silence for a half-hour until Malfoy spoke up. "I have a question for you."
"Allrighty then. Shoot." Hermione was expecting a question about school or something to that degree.
"So, who was that poem, that last poem, written about?" Hermione stopped dead and turned her head to look at him, flabbergasted.
"Wh-what does it matter?" she stuttered, purposely avoiding his gaze. Malfoy stepped carefully in front of her and gently pushed her chin up until her eyes met his.
"Who was it for, Granger?" He stepped a half an inch closer to Hermione, and her breath caught in her throat. They were almost touching. Blushing, she looked away again. "Was it for me?"
Without meaning to, Hermione looked up at the blonde Slytherin and met his gaze. He was about a head taller than her, and he was pretty muscular. Hermione tried to look away again, but their eyes were locked. His eyes were searching hers, looking for something. She didn't know what he was searching her.
"Was it for me, Hermione?" he whispered into her eyes. His breath gave her the chills, and, without meaning to, she gave a small noise of assent. Malfoy's eyes lit up, and Hermione took a step back away from him. He followed her until she was almost against the wall, and she realized she was trapped.
Malfoy gently put his hand on her cheek, causing her to shiver slightly. She couldn't believe how afraid she was at that moment. His hand gently caressed her cheek, and he whispered, "I know what you meant, Hermione. I know. I know what you want, and I can give it to you. Do you want it?"
Hermione didn't respond. She couldn't. She knew what was about to happen, and she was afraid to let herself fall back into it. At the same time, she was much more afraid to not do it.
"Do you want it?" he asked as his other hand went to the small of her back and gently pushed her closer to him. Another shiver ran through her.
"Yes," she whispered.
And with that, Malfoy nervously closed his eyes and kissed her. Hermione drew a single breath sharply and closed her eyes as well. The hand on Hermione's cheek moved down to her neck, giving her chills. His other hand pressed their bodies together as he deepened the kiss.
Hermione found herself winding her arms around his side, pressing them even closer. Malfoy started sliding his hand up and down her back slowly, and Hermione took a step back and pressed herself against the wall. Malfoy followed her, making sure as to not break the kiss, until they distinctly heard a voice mutter, "Oh, bloody hell! There's Malfoy and. and. Hermione???"
Hermione closed her eyes and jerked her face away. "Oh, shit!" she whispered. "It's Ron!"
COMING SOON: Find out what Ron and Harry have to say to this most unusual development in Chapter Five: Busted!
Chapter Four: Was it For Me?
At half-past ten, Hermione left the common room with her small black purse in hand. She strode purposefully and stealthily towards the prefects' bathroom. Once she entered, she positioned herself in front of the mirror and emptied her purse. She carefully checked and reapplied her make-up. When she was finished, she examined herself and smiled glumly. "If Harry and Ron ever knew about this." she said and trailed off. She didn't want to finish the thought, so instead she left and walked slowly and carefully towards the Potions dungeon, the designated meeting spot.
She got there a few minutes early, and was surprised to see Malfoy already waiting for her. She paused and surveyed him from afar, noticing the careful shave and the way he styled his hair. After a few moments of drooling over Malfoy, Hermione came to her senses and strode purposefully towards him.
"Geez, someone decided to be an overachiever and get here early," she snarled. Malfoy blushed a little as he walked closer to her, obviously surveying her. After a few moments, she started getting grossed out by how he was nearly drooling and snapped, "All right, let's go. Ferret-face."
"Yeah. Ok. Uhm, you look. nice," Malfoy muttered. Hermione's cheeks flushed maroon and she walked past Malfoy and towards the dungeon.
She turned around to see Malfoy still standing where she left him. "Come on! Let's go!"
They walked in silence for a half-hour until Malfoy spoke up. "I have a question for you."
"Allrighty then. Shoot." Hermione was expecting a question about school or something to that degree.
"So, who was that poem, that last poem, written about?" Hermione stopped dead and turned her head to look at him, flabbergasted.
"Wh-what does it matter?" she stuttered, purposely avoiding his gaze. Malfoy stepped carefully in front of her and gently pushed her chin up until her eyes met his.
"Who was it for, Granger?" He stepped a half an inch closer to Hermione, and her breath caught in her throat. They were almost touching. Blushing, she looked away again. "Was it for me?"
Without meaning to, Hermione looked up at the blonde Slytherin and met his gaze. He was about a head taller than her, and he was pretty muscular. Hermione tried to look away again, but their eyes were locked. His eyes were searching hers, looking for something. She didn't know what he was searching her.
"Was it for me, Hermione?" he whispered into her eyes. His breath gave her the chills, and, without meaning to, she gave a small noise of assent. Malfoy's eyes lit up, and Hermione took a step back away from him. He followed her until she was almost against the wall, and she realized she was trapped.
Malfoy gently put his hand on her cheek, causing her to shiver slightly. She couldn't believe how afraid she was at that moment. His hand gently caressed her cheek, and he whispered, "I know what you meant, Hermione. I know. I know what you want, and I can give it to you. Do you want it?"
Hermione didn't respond. She couldn't. She knew what was about to happen, and she was afraid to let herself fall back into it. At the same time, she was much more afraid to not do it.
"Do you want it?" he asked as his other hand went to the small of her back and gently pushed her closer to him. Another shiver ran through her.
"Yes," she whispered.
And with that, Malfoy nervously closed his eyes and kissed her. Hermione drew a single breath sharply and closed her eyes as well. The hand on Hermione's cheek moved down to her neck, giving her chills. His other hand pressed their bodies together as he deepened the kiss.
Hermione found herself winding her arms around his side, pressing them even closer. Malfoy started sliding his hand up and down her back slowly, and Hermione took a step back and pressed herself against the wall. Malfoy followed her, making sure as to not break the kiss, until they distinctly heard a voice mutter, "Oh, bloody hell! There's Malfoy and. and. Hermione???"
Hermione closed her eyes and jerked her face away. "Oh, shit!" she whispered. "It's Ron!"
COMING SOON: Find out what Ron and Harry have to say to this most unusual development in Chapter Five: Busted!