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Chapter 3: A Beginning
"So, what do we have first Hermione?" asked a very sleepy looking Ron the next morning at breakfast.
"Uh, oh great, potions first," replied Hermione, looking at her schedule.
"Are you kidding me? What a start to our last year! Probably even with the Slytherins. If I have to listen to Snape go on and on about how I shouldn't get so much 'special attention' so help me I will." Harry was cut off by Hermione reciting the rest of the day's schedule to him and Ron.
"After potions we have Care of Magical Creatures with Hagrid. Tomorrow we start off with DADA, and then to transfiguration. So at least tomorrow we can look forward to class with yet another new DADA teacher," dictated Hermione. "But I think Professor Stratton will be a good teacher."
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"Everyone sit down and shut up," commanded the voice of Professor Snape, the potions master. "If I here anyone say anything, that's an automatic 20 points from their house and a weeks detention with Filch. Now, pass in your holiday homework."
The class went like it usually does though Gryffindor lost fewer points then usual, much to Snape's dismay. Draco's thoughts were filled with Hermione. He couldn't get her face out of his head. It could be because she sat across from him, but he didn't think that was really why. Even when Snape asked him a question, he missed the answer because of his daydreams. 'She's beautiful. Of course, there are a lot of other beautiful girls here also. So why does she fill my thoughts?'
Hermione was having problems concentrating. 'I must not have slept well last night' thought Hermione to herself. Throughout class, she kept glancing at Malfoy. 'What a prat, he's not even paying attention to the lesson. He thinks he can get away with anything, just because of his name.'
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In Hermione's opinion, the day went by quickly. She had no homework to do so she decided to take a look at some of the head girl duties she had to do. The first was to get everything ready for Halloween. She still had time to work on that, since it wasn't for another month. She made a few lists of decorations they would need, along with what food should be served. After she finished, she spent some time reading Hogwarts: A History, the second edition. Malfoy sat at the desk on the other side of the room, trying to work on Charms homework however he could not concentrate. 'She looks absolutely beautiful just sitting there reading. She is totally unaware of her beauty, which is completely different from my choice of girls. Not to mention the fact that I could hold a decent conversation with her'. Malfoy cut himself off, 'What the bloody hell am I thinking? A mudblood be beautiful, and. smart?! It's unheard of in our household'.
Without thinking, Malfoy got up and walked towards Hermione and sat himself down on the arm of her chair.
"Still reading I see Granger, isn't there something better you could be doing?" said Malfoy.
"You know, we are going to have to live with each other all year long, why don't we go on a first name basis? I will call you Draco, and you will call me Hermione, not Granger, or mudblood," replied Hermione.
"Fine, Hermione, have it your way," said Draco without moving from the edge of the chair.
Hermione was just about to comment on this, but as she looked up, Draco was overcome with a passion he had never felt for another girl, let alone a muggle-born. He kissed her fully and deeply, like he had never before. He was a bit surprised when she returned the kiss, just as hard, and just as passionately. He brushed her straight, untidy hair away from her beautiful, amber eyes, as she did the same to him. They stood up together, without breaking the kiss, and immediately wrapped their arms around one another. He was also surprised when she abruptly broke the kiss and darted to her room, leaving her book on the chair.
A startled Draco thought 'Why did I do that!! I'm so stupid! I should not be feeling this for her. Where is Pansy when you need her! I need someone to take away these feelings, someone who father would approve of, and someone who will take away any good feeling I have'. With this thought he dashed out of the common room towards the Slytherin dungeons. But he did not succeed; even with Pansy, his thoughts remained with Hermione.
Meanwhile, Hermione was laying spread out on her bed. She had never kissed anyone like that before, not even Viktor Krum. And worse yet, she had enjoyed it! 'Sure, Draco is good looking and all, but I could never love, or even like, someone with his background and family. He has made his allegiance to the Dark Lord well known'. As she drifted off to sleep, thoughts of the dove on the painting, and the sorting hat's song drifted through her mind.
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When Draco returned that night, some time after curfew, he found the common room empty except for the book that Hermione was reading earlier that day still laying on the floor. This meant that she still hadn't left her room. All of the emotion and passion returned and hit Draco at full force. He decided it would be best to end the evening with a bath. He soon regretted this because he was now trapped with his thoughts. All that filled his mind was Hermione. On accident, he turned on the faucet with the scent of strawberries. 'Great, now I'm even going to smell like her. How can I not think about her when I smell like her?'
This was probably the quickest bath he had ever taken. When he opened the door, Hermione was walking by. He smacked her in the face with the door.
"I'm so sorry Hermione! I had no idea that you were standing there, otherwise I would have been more careful," said Draco.
"Look, we need to talk," started Hermione. "I need to know if that kiss earlier meant anything to you, or if you were just taking what you could get."
Draco looked a little startled by this sudden confrontation, but he replied, "Actually, I wasn't taking advantage. Let's go sit by the fireplace and talk."
So the two walked over to the fire and sat down. Hermione was still in her stripped gold and red silk pajamas, and Draco sat in the other chair in his boxers, wet hair, and a towel around his neck.
"I know this will sound a little strange coming from me, given my reputation and all," started Draco, "but I really like you. I've never felt like this about any other girl before."
Hermione sat there thinking for a little while thinking, which made Draco quite nervous. He had just told her how much he liked her, and she had to sit here and think about it.
"Look, if you don't feel the same way," said and uncertain Draco as he stood up, "then."
But he was never able to finish that sentence because at that moment, Hermione stood up and kissed him long and hard. She did feel the same way; she just didn't know how to put it into words, so she figured this would get her point across. But suddenly, she pulled her lips away from his. Just her lips though, not her body.
"Did you know you smelled like strawberries?" asked Hermione.
"Uh, ya, I had a little problem with the pumps," replied Draco going a little pink.
Hermione kissed him again before going up to bed. She had left Draco downstairs, still processing this new information. He felt like he was on top on the world. 'She could have had Potter or Weasel, and she chose me.' Draco fell asleep in the chair with thoughts much like these.
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AN: Well, how do you like this chapter? I'm trying to move things along a little quicker so things will pick up in the next chapter. Please review!! I work hard on these chapters and I would love it if you would review them to tell me what you think. CUNSTRUCTIVE criticism is very helpful. Thanks!
Chapter 3: A Beginning
"So, what do we have first Hermione?" asked a very sleepy looking Ron the next morning at breakfast.
"Uh, oh great, potions first," replied Hermione, looking at her schedule.
"Are you kidding me? What a start to our last year! Probably even with the Slytherins. If I have to listen to Snape go on and on about how I shouldn't get so much 'special attention' so help me I will." Harry was cut off by Hermione reciting the rest of the day's schedule to him and Ron.
"After potions we have Care of Magical Creatures with Hagrid. Tomorrow we start off with DADA, and then to transfiguration. So at least tomorrow we can look forward to class with yet another new DADA teacher," dictated Hermione. "But I think Professor Stratton will be a good teacher."
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"Everyone sit down and shut up," commanded the voice of Professor Snape, the potions master. "If I here anyone say anything, that's an automatic 20 points from their house and a weeks detention with Filch. Now, pass in your holiday homework."
The class went like it usually does though Gryffindor lost fewer points then usual, much to Snape's dismay. Draco's thoughts were filled with Hermione. He couldn't get her face out of his head. It could be because she sat across from him, but he didn't think that was really why. Even when Snape asked him a question, he missed the answer because of his daydreams. 'She's beautiful. Of course, there are a lot of other beautiful girls here also. So why does she fill my thoughts?'
Hermione was having problems concentrating. 'I must not have slept well last night' thought Hermione to herself. Throughout class, she kept glancing at Malfoy. 'What a prat, he's not even paying attention to the lesson. He thinks he can get away with anything, just because of his name.'
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In Hermione's opinion, the day went by quickly. She had no homework to do so she decided to take a look at some of the head girl duties she had to do. The first was to get everything ready for Halloween. She still had time to work on that, since it wasn't for another month. She made a few lists of decorations they would need, along with what food should be served. After she finished, she spent some time reading Hogwarts: A History, the second edition. Malfoy sat at the desk on the other side of the room, trying to work on Charms homework however he could not concentrate. 'She looks absolutely beautiful just sitting there reading. She is totally unaware of her beauty, which is completely different from my choice of girls. Not to mention the fact that I could hold a decent conversation with her'. Malfoy cut himself off, 'What the bloody hell am I thinking? A mudblood be beautiful, and. smart?! It's unheard of in our household'.
Without thinking, Malfoy got up and walked towards Hermione and sat himself down on the arm of her chair.
"Still reading I see Granger, isn't there something better you could be doing?" said Malfoy.
"You know, we are going to have to live with each other all year long, why don't we go on a first name basis? I will call you Draco, and you will call me Hermione, not Granger, or mudblood," replied Hermione.
"Fine, Hermione, have it your way," said Draco without moving from the edge of the chair.
Hermione was just about to comment on this, but as she looked up, Draco was overcome with a passion he had never felt for another girl, let alone a muggle-born. He kissed her fully and deeply, like he had never before. He was a bit surprised when she returned the kiss, just as hard, and just as passionately. He brushed her straight, untidy hair away from her beautiful, amber eyes, as she did the same to him. They stood up together, without breaking the kiss, and immediately wrapped their arms around one another. He was also surprised when she abruptly broke the kiss and darted to her room, leaving her book on the chair.
A startled Draco thought 'Why did I do that!! I'm so stupid! I should not be feeling this for her. Where is Pansy when you need her! I need someone to take away these feelings, someone who father would approve of, and someone who will take away any good feeling I have'. With this thought he dashed out of the common room towards the Slytherin dungeons. But he did not succeed; even with Pansy, his thoughts remained with Hermione.
Meanwhile, Hermione was laying spread out on her bed. She had never kissed anyone like that before, not even Viktor Krum. And worse yet, she had enjoyed it! 'Sure, Draco is good looking and all, but I could never love, or even like, someone with his background and family. He has made his allegiance to the Dark Lord well known'. As she drifted off to sleep, thoughts of the dove on the painting, and the sorting hat's song drifted through her mind.
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When Draco returned that night, some time after curfew, he found the common room empty except for the book that Hermione was reading earlier that day still laying on the floor. This meant that she still hadn't left her room. All of the emotion and passion returned and hit Draco at full force. He decided it would be best to end the evening with a bath. He soon regretted this because he was now trapped with his thoughts. All that filled his mind was Hermione. On accident, he turned on the faucet with the scent of strawberries. 'Great, now I'm even going to smell like her. How can I not think about her when I smell like her?'
This was probably the quickest bath he had ever taken. When he opened the door, Hermione was walking by. He smacked her in the face with the door.
"I'm so sorry Hermione! I had no idea that you were standing there, otherwise I would have been more careful," said Draco.
"Look, we need to talk," started Hermione. "I need to know if that kiss earlier meant anything to you, or if you were just taking what you could get."
Draco looked a little startled by this sudden confrontation, but he replied, "Actually, I wasn't taking advantage. Let's go sit by the fireplace and talk."
So the two walked over to the fire and sat down. Hermione was still in her stripped gold and red silk pajamas, and Draco sat in the other chair in his boxers, wet hair, and a towel around his neck.
"I know this will sound a little strange coming from me, given my reputation and all," started Draco, "but I really like you. I've never felt like this about any other girl before."
Hermione sat there thinking for a little while thinking, which made Draco quite nervous. He had just told her how much he liked her, and she had to sit here and think about it.
"Look, if you don't feel the same way," said and uncertain Draco as he stood up, "then."
But he was never able to finish that sentence because at that moment, Hermione stood up and kissed him long and hard. She did feel the same way; she just didn't know how to put it into words, so she figured this would get her point across. But suddenly, she pulled her lips away from his. Just her lips though, not her body.
"Did you know you smelled like strawberries?" asked Hermione.
"Uh, ya, I had a little problem with the pumps," replied Draco going a little pink.
Hermione kissed him again before going up to bed. She had left Draco downstairs, still processing this new information. He felt like he was on top on the world. 'She could have had Potter or Weasel, and she chose me.' Draco fell asleep in the chair with thoughts much like these.
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AN: Well, how do you like this chapter? I'm trying to move things along a little quicker so things will pick up in the next chapter. Please review!! I work hard on these chapters and I would love it if you would review them to tell me what you think. CUNSTRUCTIVE criticism is very helpful. Thanks!