Head Girl and Head Boy Love
Chapter eight.
Hermione walked briskly through the hall car ways of the train when she was nearly mowed down by a large object colliding with her.
"Ow! Hey Mudblood watch where you're going! Some people are trying to walk here." Pansy barked.
"Sor-ree." Hermione muttered. She stood up and straightened her clothes before heading to the car. She opened the door to find the Head Boy staring thoughtfully out the window. She casually walked over to his side and touched his shoulder.
"What's up?" she asked
"Nothing. Pansy was in here, upset me a little." He said not looking away from the window.
"I'm sorry, I ran into her......literally. "Hermione said smiling at him. Draco turned and half-smiled at her.
"So why are you back?" Draco asked.
"To change into my robes. And to get away from Ron." She said
"What happened between you two anyways?"
"Nothing." Hermione said sharply. Draco gave her a skeptical look, but said nothing. Hermione went and gathered up he robes and walked into the small changing room/bathroom at the front of the car. When she came out Draco was staring out the window again.
"What's wrong? And don't you say nothing." Hermione said quietly. Draco looked at her, wondering if he could trust her with what was on his mind.
"My mo...."
"Draco! What are you doing with her!" A very angry Pansy screeched.
"Having conversation. Ever heard of one?" Draco said coldly sneering. Hermione glared at Pansy
"What do you want Parkinson?" She asked angrily. She wanted to know what Draco was going to say and she didn't have much patience.
"To know why he's being so civil to a mudblood like you!" Pansy exclaimed
"I don't know Pansy, perhaps it's because she's Head girl and I'm Head boy? Would that be the most obvious reason? Hmmm?" Draco said sarcastically.
"I thought you took care of that already."
"Get out Pansy. It isn't any of your business anyway, if you must know we might have a dance." Hermione lied quickly.
Pansy glared threateningly at Hermione but left muttering curses under her breath. When she had slammed the door and her footsteps died away, Draco again turned to Hermione.
"What were we talking about?"
"You were telling me what was bothering you." she answered.
"Right. I'm worried about my mother."
"Why?"
"I don't like the thought of her being all alone in that house." Draco said truthfully.
" You really love her don't you?" Hermione was mildly interested.
"Of course I do!. She's my mother! She's all I have." He said sadly turning away.
"Draco." Hermione said softly and went and put her arms around him. He slid his arms around her slender form and pressed his face in her hair. They stayed that way a long time. When Draco finally pulled away, he held her at arm's length and studied her face a moment.
"Something's different about you." He said
Hermione didn't answer but turned her face downward. Draco took two fingers and gently tilted her face towards him, forcing her to look him in his eyes. He gently brushed a few stray hairs from her face. Hermione put a hand on his chest as he bent an gently kissed her. Her pulled back a little and then kissed her harder and more passionately. His kisses became faster and more intense. He bit her bottom lip and she opened her mouth and their tongues entwined in an age old dance. It lasted for what seemed an eternity each trying to dominate the other. When finally Draco pulled back gasping he sat and pulled Hermione to him. She curled up on her side and lay her head on his lap. His fingers gently played with her chestnut locks. ' People didn't need words' Hermione thought sleepily as Draco's fingers moved down her back. Her breath became slower and steadier as she fell into a welcome sleep. Draco felt himself drifting into the loving arms sleep with her with him. A load noise woke them both up.
"Whoa! Oh. Draco wake up! Get up we're at school." Hermione said jumping up and running to the bathroom. She quickly ran her fingers through her hair and straightened her clothes. Draco rubbed the sleep from his eyes and stood up yawning. He brushed of his pants and stretched. When Hermione emerged, Draco offered her his arm and together they walked off the train and into he carriage that would take them to their last year at Hogwarts.
Chapter eight.
Hermione walked briskly through the hall car ways of the train when she was nearly mowed down by a large object colliding with her.
"Ow! Hey Mudblood watch where you're going! Some people are trying to walk here." Pansy barked.
"Sor-ree." Hermione muttered. She stood up and straightened her clothes before heading to the car. She opened the door to find the Head Boy staring thoughtfully out the window. She casually walked over to his side and touched his shoulder.
"What's up?" she asked
"Nothing. Pansy was in here, upset me a little." He said not looking away from the window.
"I'm sorry, I ran into her......literally. "Hermione said smiling at him. Draco turned and half-smiled at her.
"So why are you back?" Draco asked.
"To change into my robes. And to get away from Ron." She said
"What happened between you two anyways?"
"Nothing." Hermione said sharply. Draco gave her a skeptical look, but said nothing. Hermione went and gathered up he robes and walked into the small changing room/bathroom at the front of the car. When she came out Draco was staring out the window again.
"What's wrong? And don't you say nothing." Hermione said quietly. Draco looked at her, wondering if he could trust her with what was on his mind.
"My mo...."
"Draco! What are you doing with her!" A very angry Pansy screeched.
"Having conversation. Ever heard of one?" Draco said coldly sneering. Hermione glared at Pansy
"What do you want Parkinson?" She asked angrily. She wanted to know what Draco was going to say and she didn't have much patience.
"To know why he's being so civil to a mudblood like you!" Pansy exclaimed
"I don't know Pansy, perhaps it's because she's Head girl and I'm Head boy? Would that be the most obvious reason? Hmmm?" Draco said sarcastically.
"I thought you took care of that already."
"Get out Pansy. It isn't any of your business anyway, if you must know we might have a dance." Hermione lied quickly.
Pansy glared threateningly at Hermione but left muttering curses under her breath. When she had slammed the door and her footsteps died away, Draco again turned to Hermione.
"What were we talking about?"
"You were telling me what was bothering you." she answered.
"Right. I'm worried about my mother."
"Why?"
"I don't like the thought of her being all alone in that house." Draco said truthfully.
" You really love her don't you?" Hermione was mildly interested.
"Of course I do!. She's my mother! She's all I have." He said sadly turning away.
"Draco." Hermione said softly and went and put her arms around him. He slid his arms around her slender form and pressed his face in her hair. They stayed that way a long time. When Draco finally pulled away, he held her at arm's length and studied her face a moment.
"Something's different about you." He said
Hermione didn't answer but turned her face downward. Draco took two fingers and gently tilted her face towards him, forcing her to look him in his eyes. He gently brushed a few stray hairs from her face. Hermione put a hand on his chest as he bent an gently kissed her. Her pulled back a little and then kissed her harder and more passionately. His kisses became faster and more intense. He bit her bottom lip and she opened her mouth and their tongues entwined in an age old dance. It lasted for what seemed an eternity each trying to dominate the other. When finally Draco pulled back gasping he sat and pulled Hermione to him. She curled up on her side and lay her head on his lap. His fingers gently played with her chestnut locks. ' People didn't need words' Hermione thought sleepily as Draco's fingers moved down her back. Her breath became slower and steadier as she fell into a welcome sleep. Draco felt himself drifting into the loving arms sleep with her with him. A load noise woke them both up.
"Whoa! Oh. Draco wake up! Get up we're at school." Hermione said jumping up and running to the bathroom. She quickly ran her fingers through her hair and straightened her clothes. Draco rubbed the sleep from his eyes and stood up yawning. He brushed of his pants and stretched. When Hermione emerged, Draco offered her his arm and together they walked off the train and into he carriage that would take them to their last year at Hogwarts.