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A/N: Okay... So, anywayz, the journals will play a part later, and I can always use suggestions! Chels is helping me, and I thank her plenty. So yeah, this chapter isn't as 'steamy' as the last, not that any of them really are (yet) so yeah, there's only two more weeks to write about, then I send them back to Hogwarts. Correction: They'll be in their final year there. So yep, I'll try and write a long chappie by Thursday.



Chapter 8

Hermione carefully pulled out her journal, now locked with a spell. Sitting up, she opens it, deciding it's better to write this way then to try and lie on her stomach with the bruise. She was able to heal it partially, but she was also bullheaded and wanted to prove she didn't need spells to deal with the pain. She took a muggle pen, preferring them to quills, and began writing.

Dear Journal-

‡ Today hasn't been a good day. Draco and me were sleeping in the same bed, and well, things got a little out of hand, I'd say. Other than that though… I finally got some sleep last night. For once. It was good. Draco had his arm around me when I woke up… I think it set something off in me, 'cause before I knew it, he was on me with nothing but clothes blocking us. It scared me when I realized it. I made him get off- I didn't want to though. I wanted to go further, and for that stupid thought, I asked him to quite the dare. It felt wrong though, when I was laying there. I couldn't sleep, so I got this out to write in. ‡

Draco really does surprise me. He did something I thought him incapable of.


† Flashback †


She sat at the chair quietly. She did not wish to be disturbed tonight. She was thinking. She was thinking about that small sliver of emotion she saw flicker through Draco's eyes when she asked him to quit the dare. More like told him to, she thought decisively. Engrossed in her book, she didn't even hear him come up to her. Not that she would've bothered to look at him anyways. She might have seen something to confuse her more. When he tapped her shoulder, she looked up at him impatiently.

He held a book, clumsily shoving it in her lap. She could see the tinge of red brushing his cheeks as he looked away. Thoughts were running through her head unorganized. Without realizing it, she pulled him down for a kiss. Little did either of them know how much they wanted each other. All
Hermione wanted was him with her for now. So when his lips came against hers, she felt the oddest sensations flow through her. Her other hand snuck up on him, cupping the nape of his neck with her hand. It ended all too soon, or so she thought. She whispered to him, pulling stands of bleach blonde hair from his face, "I wanted more… And why do you hide behind your eyes? You're beautiful with them obvious…"

She had mumbled it, hoping he wouldn't hear it. She had said that on impulse, and to cover it, she started looking at the book.

† End Flashback †

‡ It scared me. How I thought when he was that close to me. How he might have heard just how much I wanted him. That's what I got for letting it slip I guess. But as I sit here and listen to him breath in the other room, sleeping deeply, I can't help but realize just how much there's left to learn about him…
And when I pushed him off this morning- He looked hurt. Not like pride hurt, like no girl refuses me, more like her wanted to do something more with me…
But he couldn't, I'm just the damn mudblood. ‡

-Hermione J. Granger ‡

She cringed as she wrote the words, but still. It was how he felt, and she thought she should put that in her notebook. She sighs, setting it down, spelling it, and lying back. She tried to breathe easily, but as she slept, another dream set in, one which not even she expected…




‡ She sat at the Head Students table, in her quarters. She scribbled out an answer, looking quietly over to her bed. Almost disbelieving of what had just happened, she moved to the bed, sitting on the ruffled blankets edge. Edging her hand to the top of the blankets, she pulled them back from the silent form, her mouth slightly open as she notices who it is.

His lean muscled back shone as the first rays of day broke through the sky. His blond hair scattered messily on the pillow. As she was looking over him, he rolled over, pulling the blanket up to cover his lower stomach. He pulls her down gently by her neck, kissing her lightly on her lips, scaring her, but giving her a definite rush.

He was Draco Malfoy. And he had just told her he loved her. ‡







A/N: Another dream... Hehe

Fiery Slut: Yesh, they will eventually get some more going on between them, as shown in the dreams. Thanx for all the reviews!

Belladonna: Spelling? Anywayz, yeah, she'll get to beat him up, or embarrass him. Ahhh, the game of love. XD Thankies :P

So, next chapter... Revenge, more 'steamy scenes' and maybe a bit of horror? Dunno, making it up as I go. New charries ahead also!