It's
Dejavu All Over Again
Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN NOTHING!!!! Except the plot!!!
Summary: Hermione's 20 years old and she's running away from her past.
Everything seemed to go wrong in her 7th year. What if she had a chance to
change her past...to be with that one 'someone' that's been haunting her
thoughts...what would she do? Change?
A/N: I just re-read my story—I have a lot of typos. If you have problems with them. . .by all means TELL me. I'm being lazy; I don't want to change them. I even put WORNG words in—yikes! Tehe. Wait, and get this. . .I forgot some word "endings" like "ing," "ed," and "s." Lol, whatever. I'll change it one day. . .
Again this is somewhat rated "R." Thank you once again for reading my story. Once again I'll tell you. . .ENJOY!
ADD: ^^^^^That was old ^^^ Not the "R" rated part. . .I've changed the typos!!! Well, I've changed most of the ones that I have found. I'm still searching!
Last time:
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They didn't fail her either. Harry's and Ron's jaws hit the floor. . .and their eyes seemed to pop out. She tweaked her nipple to see what else they would do. . .and someone sucked in a breath. Hermione looked up to see which one of the boys she aroused so much and it was. . .
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Chapter Seven: First Prefect Meeting of the Year
It wasn't one of her best fiends, that's for sure. Though they did seem to be in some sort of pain. It was the boy standing in the shadows outside the compartment door. The back of his head seemed to be rested on the door frame. He was having trouble breathing.
"Damn Granger. . .I didn't know you had it in you." The boy's voice came out from the shadows in a hoarse whisper. "Sorry to bother you. . .you're wanted in the Prefect compartment." The boy walked away quickly before his identity was discovered.
"Who was THAT?!" Ron fumed snapping out of his trance. "Whoever that was I'm going to kill them!"
"It's got to be someone that's a Prefect, couldn't be anyone else." Harry said sitting down on the bench near him.
"Guys! Don't worry about me! I'm fine!" Hermione told them, but their looks didn't look too reassuring.
Hermione walked out of the compartment and smiled. "See you guys later. Which way was the Prefect compartment again? I forgot."
"That-a-way." Ron pointed. "I can't believe you forgot, Miss Smarty-pants. Even I know that!"
"Shove it." Hermione grumbled. Her headache had come back, but it was much more painful. She never noticed that it had gone away in the first place. . .
"Ah, Miss Grange has finally blessed us with her presence. You're five minutes late. . .please explain." A voice greeted her as she walked into the Prefect compartment.
Hermione looked around trying to find the person who spoke, but she only found empty stares. Her eyes focused on a figure in the shadows.
"Miss Granger?" It came again. "Are you all right?"
'That voice. . .where have I heard it before? It always has a tone of hate and mockery in it.' Hermione thought to herself.
"Malfoy!" She spat. It was all too clear now. . .Draco Malfoy was speaking, Draco was the one standing in the shadows right now, Draco the one who seemed to be haunting her.
"So, Granger speaks. Everybody is dismissed. . .the meeting is over. . ." Draco paused at this thought, he smiled. His eyes gave Hermione a fleeting glance. "Except for you Miss Granger. I have unfortunate news for you. . .terrible news."
Hermione watched all the other Prefects leave, searching their faces for hints on what was to happen to her. She heard the compartment door close with a click.
*Terrible news, huh? Yeah right.*
Hermione laughed and smiled. She looked back at Draco who had a slight frown playing on his face. She thought it right to voice her thoughts.
"Terrible news? You got to be kidding me!" Hermione giggled and continued. "The most terrible news I heard was. . .well I didn't really hear, I found out for myself; was two days ago. . ." She paused to catch her breath from trying to had not to laugh. "It was two days ago when I saw to wearing a wedding ring. . .you're going to marry Pansy! Wait, and get this. . .were you the one standing outside "our" compartment door? The one to tell me there was a meeting in the Prefect compartment? It was you! I just know it. Everything is fitting together now. It's a bloody fucking round robin—whatever that is. . .I don't think I'm even saying the right things!" Hermione said in a laughing fit, acting very drunk. In some ways she was, her thoughts were all in jumbles and again her world began to spin. . .except this time someone stopped her from blacking out. She could hear someone talking, and that was all.
Warm arms wrapped around her. Heat washed through her body making her relax. She couldn't see, it was just the touch and feel of things. Hermione wrapped her arms around somebody's neck. She nuzzled her face into a shoulder. Strong hands gripped her waist, as if they never wanted to let go. Dropping her hands to two well muscled arms, she clung to someone's clothes.
Moving her face into the crook of a neck, Hermione found a perfect spot and began to suck gently. She heard a sharp intake of breath and a small, guttural moan. Shivers of pleasures rippled through the well muscled body that was holding Hermione.
"I guess the news isn't that terrible. . ." A male voice said. Hermione smiled and tried to remember the conversations she and someone had. She couldn't recall anything, only the warmth from the arms that held her.
"I can get used to this, you feel so good." The voice came again. "I'm not going to marry Pansy. . .where did you get that idea?"
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A/N: Oh, oh, oh my! Come on now, Draco shouldn't be taking ADVANTAGE of Hermione right now. Tehe. He's sooo bad. What did he tell Hermione while she was blacking out, you ask? I'm not TELLING. . .not yet. Well, adios.
ADD: I still agree with that. Men shouldn't be taking advantage of weak girls. It's not cool. Lol.
~Angel of Rage~
