Draco Malfoy

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"Cause you are this moment

One minute of one hour of one night

You might be the center of

Fresh faced from my fantasy

Of someone's who's a part of me

You'd help repeating the haunting of hearts

So perfectly."

The Ballad of Flo'z Kids by Jason Mraz

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Draco stood unnervingly in the outlandish clothes that Blaise had provided for him. They were traveling down an elevator with a burly black man, who looked like he had not smiled for fifteen years. Draco looked around cautiously before reaching his hands inside of his oversized sweatshirt to pull up his pants, which had fallen precariously to his knees. Blaise turned around to look at Draco and smirked. Draco rolled his eyes. The elevator jerked suddenly causing Pansy to fall rather sloppily onto Draco, she abruptly seized his arm firmly. Draco was about to say something patronizing to Pansy, when his attention was drawn to the door of the elevator. It opened to reveal absolutely mayhem.

"Welcome to Club Amnesia." The black man said haughtily.  Blaise laughed in excitement. "Look there's Bianca." He cried in anticipation. Draco hesitantly followed Blaise, Crabbe, Goyle and Pansy out onto the floor of the club.  Club Amnesia rested in the basement of a plain administrative building in London.  Draco could feel the heat being emitted from the throbbing mass of entangled and intertwined bodies, who were all swaying, jigging and grinding to the music.  Pansy, who had been looking around too, had already walked away, and Crabbe and Goyle followed.

Draco groaned when he realized that he was alone with Blaise. Blaise grabbed Draco's arm as they walked up to a slender blonde-haired woman.

"Hello Bianca." Blaise said loudly as if she was deaf. The blonde smiled and kissed both of Blaise's cheeks.

"Well Hello Blaise!" she smiled and hugged him, her french accent quite thick. She then noticed Draco standing by Blaise gawkily.  His eyes were still scanning the crowd. Draco was beginning to think this night was a bad idea.

"Bianca this is my buddy Draco Malfoy. He goes to Hogwarts too." Blaise said loudly over the loud bass line of the music. Bianca nodded.

"Well hello Draco." She smiled, kissing Draco on his cheeks. Draco nodded politely, his mind starting to mull over possible excuses he could tell Blaise when he was ready to leave.

"Ze have ze private table Blaise. Ze have ze table on ze top floor." Bianca said in her strong accent. Blaise started at her blankly, and asked her to repeat what she said. Bianca glared at him for a split second before repeating herself, then muttering something in French.

"Oh! I'm sorry Bianca! It's just that it's so LOUD in here!" Blaise shouted at the top of his lunch. Draco looked on in shame; just watching this git is making me lose I.Q. points.  Bianca said something else that Draco did not hear and she began to walk upstairs. Blaise fell behind her to walk beside Draco.

" D, I know my french is kind of rusty mate, but did she just call me a fucking git?"  Blaise whispered. Draco shook his head and remained silent until they reached the table. Before Draco even had the chance to sit down, Bianca had grabbed Blaise and dragged him off to the dance floor. Draco was alone; but of course, he liked it that way.   He could feel a slight headache coming on, and his mind begin to reel. Draco shook his head. I cannot have an attack.  He repeated to himself repeatedly, as he felt stress mounting upon him. Everything about this club was making him sick, the music, the noise, everything.  Draco grumbled a random curse, scanning the club for the nearest bar. He found it merely a few meters away. He got up from the empty table and stormed to the bar. He took a seat next to a man smelling heavily of alcohol.

Draco inhaled this scent, at first in confusion. He had not smelled a scent like that since he was a boy. His father had taken him to a small saloon, polluted with Muggles. They all smelled of the same exact scent Draco was inhaling at that precise moment. Draco felt his heart catch in his throat as he looked around; everyone around him appeared to be Muggles. Club Amnesia IS a Muggle club. Draco thought, piecing all the clues together. He could feel an anxiety attack coming upon him. Draco had been having them for years now, and his father constantly would harass and bother him for his mental problems. His father saw Draco's anxiety problem as a weakness. Flaws are things that a Malfoy should never have. Malfoys are not weak, and Malfoys do not have flaws. Draco saw it as the by-product of years of mental abuse from his dysfunctional family.

 He scanned the crowd desperately looking for Blaise. He spotted him snogging Bianca in the center of the throng of people who were gesticulating and grinding together in anyway imaginable. Draco had never witnessed this before. He could feel his airway constrict, his heart rate quicken, and a bead of sweat roll down his forehead. He stood up quickly, slamming his leg violently with the bar stools causing him to stumble and fall to the ground. The only person, who noticed this strange pale faced blonde haired kid, was standing at the now deserted Beauxbatons table.  She stood up and made her way towards the figure now sprawled out on the ground. The Muggles around them quickly glanced at him, assumed he was wasted, and went back to their mingling. She crouched down and smiled at him.

"Need some help?" the stranger giggled. Draco felt his face flush a sick shade of purple as he scrambled to his feet.  The girl stood up too, still smiling.

"So what were you doing on the floor?" she asked, in a sarcastic tone.  Draco could feel his face contort into a scowl. But he did not say anything; she was a Muggle. Something about Muggles made Draco nervous, maybe the fact that he could not intimidate them like he could intimidate magical folk by merely his name, or Muggle-borns by his haughty demeanor.

"You're a cute one. Dance with me." The girl grinned at him mischievously; Draco noticed a small glimmer in her dark brown eyes.  Draco finally took notice of this stranger's good looks. She had long thick black hair, firm light brown skin, and full crimson lips. She was wearing a plain, but appealing, dark satin dress, that hugged her every curve. Muggle. Draco said firmly to himself. She was a Muggle.  Muggle or not, he knew his father would disapprove of his little trip, and especially disapprove if he knew his son had been fraternizing with them too.

"Who gives a fuck what he says."  A different voice from deep within Draco's mind spoke up. Draco paused a second, but before he had the chance to turn down the girl, a different song had started and he was being led out to the dance floor.

The first thing Draco noticed when entering the dance floor was the heat. Then he noticed the pressing of bodies against his skin, the movement within the crowd was simultaneous, as if they all belonged to one living thing. The girl began to twirl and move sensually to the music. Draco was frozen at first, unsure of what to do. The girl turned around and pushed herself back into Draco. Draco began to drown out the voices screaming out inside of him as he felt his torso begin to contort rhythmically back and forth to the music, his pelvis following. Their bodies began to intertwine as their movements became more sexual.  Draco had never experienced this before. The heat in the crowd was immense, to the point where it was suffocating, but he continued rocking back and forth to the music. He could feel the silky wetness of this stranger's skin against his. The slower song soon changed into a faster paced song. The girl stepped back and started to dance wildly. She smiled at Draco, an uncultivated gleam in her eye.    Draco could feel his face twist into an actual, genuine, wholehearted boyish grin.  The girl began to dance with another girl, whom it appeared she knew, their arms and legs moving out of control, but their hips swaying seductively in sync to the deep bass line of the music. Draco could feel the crowd step back as all eyes fell on these girls. They danced until the song was complete and the girl returned to Draco's side. She smiled again. She leaned closer to him until their faces were touching.

"I didn't know I'd find a Malfoy in a Muggle club." She whispered. At first, Draco stared at her, unsure if he had heard what he thought he heard.

"What?" he said into her ear. The movement from the crowd was unwillingly jolting him and the stranger around.

"No offense or anything, but you are a lot less uptight then I thought a Malfoy would be." She said again. Draco looked around nervously to see if anyone was staring at them. He grabbed the girl, firmly, yet gently, by the arm out of the smothering crowd. He led her all the way back to the table before he spoke.

"Who are you?" his voice low.

"By who are you, do you mean who am I really? Or what am I?" the girl asked derisively.  The smile on Draco's face was erased. The girl laughed loudly, she turned away from him to call a strange man wearing an apron. She whispered something to him that Draco could not make out, the man smiled, nodded, and then exited from the table. Draco sat down at the table, suddenly feeling anxious. He began tapping his foot frantically against the cement floor,

 "I'm just joking. Calm down." She smiled. She sat down beside Draco in the cheap plastic chair and leaned closer to him.

"I'm Eva Harrison. I go to Beauxbatons."  She smirked.  Draco felt an immense relief, like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He could not afford for the girl to be someone who would tell his father of his activities.

"So your one of Bianca's friends?" Draco asked curiously.  Eva shook her head as the man returned with two abnormally large cups filled to the brim with a bright red liquid. Eva smiled at the man before turning to Draco. "I hate that bitch. I'm here for the free booze." The girl paused before speaking again.

"Draco Malfoy, you need to loosen up." She said slyly, she pushed the glass towards him. "Go head take a sip." She smirked. She grabbed her own glass and took a large swig of it.

Draco looked at her hesitantly, "What the hell." He muttered before taking a large sip of the drink.  The liquid felt like fire going down his throat, he blinked twice, his eyes watering. He gulped before taking another sip again. He instantly felt the knot that he had been feeling in his stomach for weeks now, begin to loosen. Draco felt a smile come across his face.

"How do you know my name?" Draco asked the girl after becoming more situated. He took another swig of his mystery drink.

"I'm a favorite of Madam Maxine. I spent a few months at Hogwarts during the Triwizard Tourney."  She replied. Draco lifted an eyebrow in mild interest.

"That's strange. I don't remember you." Draco said matter of factly.   Eva laughed.

"Your one cocky son of a bitch. Do you know that?" she took another sip of her drink.  Draco, in any normal circumstances would have been irritated and possibly set off by this comment, simply laughed it off.

"What did I say that was cocky?" Draco laughed. Eva smacked the table, howling in laughter, she took a large sip from her glass, finishing off it is contents. Draco looked at his own glass realizing it was still three quarters full.

"Oh! Never mind!" Eva chucked, her eyes tearing up.

"I like you Draco. We should hang out." Eva paused. "At Hogwarts."

"Excuse me?" Draco asked; the drink had shorted his attention span drastically.

"At Hogwarts. I'll…" Eva paused again, as if she forgot what she had been saying. "I'll be going there." Eva's words were beginning to slur.  "Exchange… student." She mumbled lethargically. Eva's head fell onto the table. Draco scooted closer.

"Uh- Eva? How many of these have you had?" Draco asked loudly. The girl shot up.

"What?" she began to laugh hysterically. Draco frowned.

"How many of these." Draco held up her empty glass. "Have you had?"

"Oh… just about." The girl held up her fingers, Counting over them several times. "Oh.. Just about eight. You know… I'm a heavyweight." The girl said, pounding her fist into the air. Draco smiled at her wearily. With Blaise, Crabbe, Goyle and Pansy nowhere to be found, and in the company of a very intoxicated Beauxbatons girl, Draco was still better off then sitting home alone feeling sorry and depressed for himself. He took another swig of his drink, then flashed Eva his own, very naughty smile.

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Hermione Granger

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"Watch the sun rise

Say your goodbyes

Off we go

Some conversation

No contemplation

Hit the road

Car overheats

Jump out of my seat

On the side of the highway baby

Our road is long

Your heart is strong

Please don't ever let go oh no

I know I don't know you

But I want you

So bad

Everyone has  a secret

Oh can they keep it?

Oh no they can't. "

'Secret' Maroon 5

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Two months had passed since the day Hermione had first met Sam in Flourish & Blotts. It was late August, and their new Hogwarts term were to begin in two weeks. Hermione had unknowingly spent most of her summer with Sam.  Their meetings at first were short, and kind of stiff, but as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks turned into months, Hermione and Sam grew into fast friends.

This meeting started no different as the other ones. Hermione, who had just earned her drivers license, had driven over to Sam's small apartment in a lush area of London.

"Hey Hermione." Sam smiled. Today he was wearing jeans and a random band t-shirt. Hermione smiled at Sam and stepped inside. Hermione loved this place. His father had only rented it for Sam to stay the summer in, but Hermione wished she could stay there year round. It was a small two-bedroom studio style apartment. Sam's father had it furnished lavishly, but Sam, being an average sixteen year old, did not do much to keep up with the apartment. Random articles of clothing, empty Chinese food cartons, and pizza boxes lay all over the apartment. Sam rubbed his head, in slight embarrassment.

"Sorry about the mess." He apologized. Hermione smirked at him and walked to the black leather couch in the center of the apartment, dropping her keys on a random table on the way.

"Have you gotten your Hogwarts things yet?" Hermione asked Sam curiously as she sat down. Sam followed her and sat down beside her.

"No. I'm not exactly in a big rush. Ya know?" he asked. Hermione found herself smiling at him, even if she didn't know why. That's what she loved about Sam, he made her happy and complete again. Something about his company that differed from Harry or Ron's comforted her. Sam also kept her from contemplating the fact that she could not avoid Draco once the school term began.

Hermione had been avoiding anything that could have reminded her of Draco. His letters kept coming constantly, and she kept constantly disposing of them. She knew if she had given in and read them, she would begin doubting herself. Hermione knew she couldn't get very far if she doubted herself, in any situation or endeavor. Doubt is what keeps a person from their own glory.

"Hermione, did you hear what I said?" Sam asked loudly, jerking Hermione out of her thoughts. 

"Oh- uh..What?" Hermione muttered, rubbing her forehead. The impending start of the term had causing Hermione's attention span to shorten drastically.

"I asked you, did you think I'd be able to bring my guitar." Sam repeated, slight irritation in his low voice.                      

"Oh, yeah." Hermione replied softly. Sam stood up suddenly.

"Oh Hermione! I just remembered!" he said abruptly. He ran into the back bedroom, and emerged from the room with his black song. Hermione smiled in anticipation. Another thing she loved about Sam's company was the countless songs that he had written. He loved to perform, and Hermione loved to listen.

"Ok. Hermione. I just wrote this last night. So it's somewhat rusty, but tell me if you like it.. Hate it… you know." Sam said quickly. He opened his plain black case and retrieved his acoustic guitar. He cleared his throat, and began to play. His fingers ran across the strings gracefully, yet quickly, playing the opening chords. Then he opened his mouth, and his sultry powerhouse voice emerged.

"After school walking home

Fresh dirt underneath my fingernails

I can smell hot asphalt

I cannot remember what life was like through photographs

Trying to recreate images life gives us from our pasts

Sometimes it's a sad song

But I cannot forget

Refuse to regret

So glad I met you and

Take my breath away

Make everyday

With all the pain I've gone through

And mamma I've been crying

Cause things ain't how they used to be

She said

The battles almost won

And we're only seven miles from the sun

Moving on

Down my street

See people I won't ever meet

I think of her

Take a breath

Feel the beat and the rhythm of my steps

Sometimes it's a sad song" The tone of Sam's voice changed eerily as he locked eyes with Hermione, his eyes boring into hers.

"The rhythm of a conversation, the perfection of her creation, the sex she slipped into my coffee, the way she felt when she first saw me, hate to love and love to hate her, like a broken record player, back and forth and forth and here and on, and on and on and on." Hermione watched Sam intently as he finished his song. He played a short guitar solo before closing out the song. Hermione stared at him in awe.

"Sam…" she managed to say. Sam looked at up her; his demeanor had suddenly changed.

"Did you just write that?" Hermione asked in admiration.  Sam flashed her an odd smile.

"It's about you." He smiled. Hermione's expression suddenly fell flat, her heart catching in her chest. She began racking her brain, trying to think of something clever to say.  Hermione could feel her own body unknowingly moving forward, and she could clearly see Sam doing the same.  He pressed his lips firmly against hers causing Hermione's back to stiffen. The warmness suddenly hit her and she relaxed into the kiss, when he moved his tongue into her mouth, Hermione suddenly felt a familiar sensation. Even though her eyes were closed, she could see a pair of familiar piercing gray eyes, they were crying. Hermione felt her insides grow warm again, the hurt that she had pent up inside of her started to loosen and disappear, Hermione could feel a hand slowly trace up her spine. She could still see the eyes in her mind, but then she recognized them. She knew those eyes; she had stared into them countless times before.  They belonged to Draco. Draco Malfoy.  Suddenly the entire intense liaison flashed quickly before her, still closed eyes. Hermione panicked and bit down…hard. . Sam shrieked in pain and fell back unto the couch.

"Fuck!" Sam screamed in agony. Blood was pouring from his mouth. Sam held up a hand to his mouth to touch the mysterious liquid, he looked at his hand and screamed again. "Goddammit!" he shouted again in his heavy Australian accent. Sam fell onto all fours on the floor.  Hermione started to cry hysterically as she fell to his side.

"Sam, I'm sorry!" she wailed. Sam was still shrieking in pain. Hermione begin to panic, his tongue obviously must be swelling so she got up and ran into the kitchen and grabbed a tray of ice cubes from the freezer. She ran to the opposite side of the kitchen and grabbed an entire roll of toilet paper. She returned to Sam who was now crying in pain.

"Uthe your Wand!" Sam managed to gurgle.

"I can't Sam! I can't use magic!"   Hermione said, still unable to compose herself. She hated seeing people hurt. She handed Sam the toilet paper and rubbed his back as he spat out massive amounts of blood.

"Lay back." Hermione commanded, her eyes puffy and red from crying. Sam obliged and Hermione spooned an ice cube into his mouth. Sam was still breathing quite heavily, but he had stopped moving. Hermione wrapped her arms around him protectively and kissed his cheek. Hermione sat there holding Sam for what seemed like hours, afraid to move, afraid to leave his side, afraid she would see those eyes again. But Hermione knew that Draco Malfoy was her past, her present and perhaps her future, and she was destined to see him again. What terrified Hermione the most about her kiss with Sam was that she was imaging Draco. On the outside, Hermione was denying her love for Draco, but her heart was telling her something different. She was yearning for his touch again, his love and his passion.

But when Hermione opened her eyes next morning, she was not holding her love, Draco, she was still clutching unto Sam.

Yeah! That was Part Two of the Warmth.  I don't know how long it's going to take me to write the next part because the next part will be them at Hogwarts. So Ehh!

But! On the bright side! I'd like to thank all my reviewers! Right before I received my first review I was complaining to my friend that I thought no one was reading it! It feels good to get positive reviews about my writing! Even though review or no  review, I write anyway! But thank you reviewers! I pulled out this chapter in one day for you guys!

~Alisha~