Ch.8 "Distraction"
A/N: for those of you who have emailed me and all that about the new character, thank you for the opinions! I think that I am not going to do the whole Vicki thing . . . but if I get up and finally decide to, it would be introducing her in later chaps . . . thanks
Disclaimer: Need I really do this for all the stinking chaps?! LOL. I am putting a disclaimer on the whole story now! I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!
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Draco Malfoy sat in potions class very distracted from Snape's lecture, and yelling randomly at Potter and Weasley for blowing kisses at other Gryffindor girls. He did not notice that Neville dropped all his parchment and quills, being his clumsy self, and Snape yelled at him too for that.
His only focus was on a black and purple haired girl with Hershey brown eyes and milky soft skin. How the candle light made her look like a glowing angel or how she jotted down notes lazily, and how cute she looked when she tensed up every time Snape took away another five points form the Gryffindor house because of either Harry or Ron.
He stared at her beautiful silky smooth hair, how it laid perfectly on her back, then to her face . . . with her cute cheeks and luscious, kissable lips and remembered when they kissed, how good it felt and how he saw fireworks when he did . . . then, to her delicate long neck. His eyes traveled down to her robes, which her body was hidden in the vast, bulky material, but her long silky legs, if only he could touch them, caress her succulent legs. He felt a tightening in his pants and decided to stop fantasizing about the stunning creature.
"Mr. Malfoy, do not day dream in my class . . . it is not wise" Snape growled, glaring at Draco who was staring at Hermione.
"Sorry Professor" Draco mumbled.
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It was lunchtime, and again Hermione and her succulent self distracted Draco Malfoy. And he knew that she knew that she could turn him on by only flipping her hair a certain way, or 'accidentally dropping her books' and picking them up to show Malfoy that he couldn't have her . . . well, at least not at that moment ((lol)). . .
He watched her carefully as she chewed her food, and drank her pumpkin juice . . . how she laughed and rolled her eyes when Harry and Ron fell backwards looking at a Ravenclaw girl with strawberry blonde hair, short skirt and a smirk for the pair.
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It was beginning to get very sad how unfocused and fixated Draco was, looking at Hermione when they were doing their homework in the Head Girl/Boy dormitory.
Hermione was sitting on one of the big black sofas, cross-legged and staring down at her DADA book, tapping her quill against her cheek. The very sight of the feather gliding on her skin sent chills up Draco's spine.
He simply could not take any more of the torture.
"Hermione, please" Draco said firmly.
"What? What am I doing?" Hermione protested, confused.
"You know exactly what you are doing, and you have been doing it all bloody day Miss Granger" Draco smirked.
"Oh" Hermione smiled "Whatever do you mean Mr. Malfoy?" Hermione asked innocently.
"You have been bloody distracting me all day, with your little smiles and you're tapping of the quill . . . and your little 'accidents' of dropping your books," Draco said, now he was standing up and glaring down at Hermione.
"You know Draco, I don't think I have any clue as to what you are talking about" Hermione said innocently again and stood up on the couch so she was staring down at Draco. She never really took the time before to notice how delectable he actually was. He was about six foot one and his hair was no longer glued to his head, but hung loosely in his face . . . he had a strong jaw line and his eyes more piercing than ever . . . his shoulders broad and his body more muscular form quiddage and obviously working out. She had to admit, Draco was totally hot, and his lips were so kissable.
Draco simply grinned at Hermione and lifted her over his left shoulder. Hermione giggled and kicked, screaming and laughing to let her go.
"Draco Malfoy! Let me go right now!" Hermione laughed, "Put me DOWN!"
Draco did put her down, but she landed in the rather large pool sized bathtub. Hermione swam up to the surface, feeling the warm water all over her body; she surfaced and glared at a smiling Draco before laughing.
"That wasn't very nice!" she yelled, and put her hand put so he could pull her back up. Draco laughed and held her hand, but was pulled into the warm bath. He came up sputtering water out of his mouth. Draco looked around for Hermione, but she was nowhere in the pool. He heard a giggle from the corner of the room and shot his head in that direction.
Hermione was standing at a corner of the pool, sopping wet. Draco could do nothing but stare at her. How the thin gray material of her tank top and jean shorts clung to her body. Her body! She was normal, you could not see her ribs . . . her legs, fuller and more succulent . . . her stomach, flat, but not sickly.
"See something you like Draco?" Hermione asked and giggled a bit.
"Yes . . . yes I do" Draco replied getting out of the bath. "Hermione, you're . . . your beautiful, you're back to your old self again, and . . . you're . . . well, beautiful," Draco said astonished.
"Please Draco, your making me blush!" Hermione giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck. She went on her tiptoes and lightly kissed Draco's bottom lip. Draco was hungry for more, he deepened the kiss. Hermione slowly parted her lips and let his tongue slip inside, she massaged her tongue against his, making him moan in the back of his throat. Hermione ran her hand through his soaking wet hair and stood on her tiptoes more, making her grind up against him, making him harder than ever.
"How do you do that?" Draco asked between kisses.
Hermione pulled back "Do what?"
"How do you turn me on so easily?" he asked kissing her neck, and gently nibbling on her collarbone.
"Like this" Hermione whispered. She pushed him against the wall and kissed him hard and long. He loved the feeling of her tongue against his, the feeling of her hands running over his body. Hermione smiled against his mouth and glided her index finger along Draco's jean waistband, which was actually rather low, below his hips, sagging below his green boxers. She glided a few fingers under the waistband of his boxers and lightly snapped them. Draco shuddered.
Draco picked up Hermione and set her against the wall. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him even closer. She glided her hands under his shirt and pealed it over his head, throwing the soaking wet shirt on the floor. Hermione ran her hands over his sculpted chest and looked him straight in his now steel blue eyes. She wanted him. He wanted her.
However, Hermione had second thoughts. This was Draco Malfoy, her friend now . . . she was not supposed to be doing this with a friend. She was supposed to be hanging out, talking and laughing . . . but she needed him. She loved being around him, she loved the comforted feeling she got when she was in his arms, she loved the way he looked at her . . . she loved . . . him.
She stopped kissing Draco and pulled back. Draco looked very confused as to what was going on.
"What's the matter Mione?" Draco asked in a husky voice
"I . . . I" Hermione began, but could not get out the words. Draco let her down and held her shoulders.
"What is it Mione? You can tell me" Draco re-assured.
Hermione's eyes welled up with tears; she moved away from Draco and put her hand on the back of her neck, looking away.
"I- I, I can't do this . . . I'm sorry" she sniffed and walked out of the bathroom, leaving Draco, confused, staring at her as she left.
A/N: Well, yes that was the end of that chappie! Umm . . . in the next chap, find out why Hermione left Draco like that . . . and what happens when Ron and Harry find out about Hermione and Draco.
A/N: for those of you who have emailed me and all that about the new character, thank you for the opinions! I think that I am not going to do the whole Vicki thing . . . but if I get up and finally decide to, it would be introducing her in later chaps . . . thanks
Disclaimer: Need I really do this for all the stinking chaps?! LOL. I am putting a disclaimer on the whole story now! I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!
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Draco Malfoy sat in potions class very distracted from Snape's lecture, and yelling randomly at Potter and Weasley for blowing kisses at other Gryffindor girls. He did not notice that Neville dropped all his parchment and quills, being his clumsy self, and Snape yelled at him too for that.
His only focus was on a black and purple haired girl with Hershey brown eyes and milky soft skin. How the candle light made her look like a glowing angel or how she jotted down notes lazily, and how cute she looked when she tensed up every time Snape took away another five points form the Gryffindor house because of either Harry or Ron.
He stared at her beautiful silky smooth hair, how it laid perfectly on her back, then to her face . . . with her cute cheeks and luscious, kissable lips and remembered when they kissed, how good it felt and how he saw fireworks when he did . . . then, to her delicate long neck. His eyes traveled down to her robes, which her body was hidden in the vast, bulky material, but her long silky legs, if only he could touch them, caress her succulent legs. He felt a tightening in his pants and decided to stop fantasizing about the stunning creature.
"Mr. Malfoy, do not day dream in my class . . . it is not wise" Snape growled, glaring at Draco who was staring at Hermione.
"Sorry Professor" Draco mumbled.
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It was lunchtime, and again Hermione and her succulent self distracted Draco Malfoy. And he knew that she knew that she could turn him on by only flipping her hair a certain way, or 'accidentally dropping her books' and picking them up to show Malfoy that he couldn't have her . . . well, at least not at that moment ((lol)). . .
He watched her carefully as she chewed her food, and drank her pumpkin juice . . . how she laughed and rolled her eyes when Harry and Ron fell backwards looking at a Ravenclaw girl with strawberry blonde hair, short skirt and a smirk for the pair.
~*~*~
It was beginning to get very sad how unfocused and fixated Draco was, looking at Hermione when they were doing their homework in the Head Girl/Boy dormitory.
Hermione was sitting on one of the big black sofas, cross-legged and staring down at her DADA book, tapping her quill against her cheek. The very sight of the feather gliding on her skin sent chills up Draco's spine.
He simply could not take any more of the torture.
"Hermione, please" Draco said firmly.
"What? What am I doing?" Hermione protested, confused.
"You know exactly what you are doing, and you have been doing it all bloody day Miss Granger" Draco smirked.
"Oh" Hermione smiled "Whatever do you mean Mr. Malfoy?" Hermione asked innocently.
"You have been bloody distracting me all day, with your little smiles and you're tapping of the quill . . . and your little 'accidents' of dropping your books," Draco said, now he was standing up and glaring down at Hermione.
"You know Draco, I don't think I have any clue as to what you are talking about" Hermione said innocently again and stood up on the couch so she was staring down at Draco. She never really took the time before to notice how delectable he actually was. He was about six foot one and his hair was no longer glued to his head, but hung loosely in his face . . . he had a strong jaw line and his eyes more piercing than ever . . . his shoulders broad and his body more muscular form quiddage and obviously working out. She had to admit, Draco was totally hot, and his lips were so kissable.
Draco simply grinned at Hermione and lifted her over his left shoulder. Hermione giggled and kicked, screaming and laughing to let her go.
"Draco Malfoy! Let me go right now!" Hermione laughed, "Put me DOWN!"
Draco did put her down, but she landed in the rather large pool sized bathtub. Hermione swam up to the surface, feeling the warm water all over her body; she surfaced and glared at a smiling Draco before laughing.
"That wasn't very nice!" she yelled, and put her hand put so he could pull her back up. Draco laughed and held her hand, but was pulled into the warm bath. He came up sputtering water out of his mouth. Draco looked around for Hermione, but she was nowhere in the pool. He heard a giggle from the corner of the room and shot his head in that direction.
Hermione was standing at a corner of the pool, sopping wet. Draco could do nothing but stare at her. How the thin gray material of her tank top and jean shorts clung to her body. Her body! She was normal, you could not see her ribs . . . her legs, fuller and more succulent . . . her stomach, flat, but not sickly.
"See something you like Draco?" Hermione asked and giggled a bit.
"Yes . . . yes I do" Draco replied getting out of the bath. "Hermione, you're . . . your beautiful, you're back to your old self again, and . . . you're . . . well, beautiful," Draco said astonished.
"Please Draco, your making me blush!" Hermione giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck. She went on her tiptoes and lightly kissed Draco's bottom lip. Draco was hungry for more, he deepened the kiss. Hermione slowly parted her lips and let his tongue slip inside, she massaged her tongue against his, making him moan in the back of his throat. Hermione ran her hand through his soaking wet hair and stood on her tiptoes more, making her grind up against him, making him harder than ever.
"How do you do that?" Draco asked between kisses.
Hermione pulled back "Do what?"
"How do you turn me on so easily?" he asked kissing her neck, and gently nibbling on her collarbone.
"Like this" Hermione whispered. She pushed him against the wall and kissed him hard and long. He loved the feeling of her tongue against his, the feeling of her hands running over his body. Hermione smiled against his mouth and glided her index finger along Draco's jean waistband, which was actually rather low, below his hips, sagging below his green boxers. She glided a few fingers under the waistband of his boxers and lightly snapped them. Draco shuddered.
Draco picked up Hermione and set her against the wall. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him even closer. She glided her hands under his shirt and pealed it over his head, throwing the soaking wet shirt on the floor. Hermione ran her hands over his sculpted chest and looked him straight in his now steel blue eyes. She wanted him. He wanted her.
However, Hermione had second thoughts. This was Draco Malfoy, her friend now . . . she was not supposed to be doing this with a friend. She was supposed to be hanging out, talking and laughing . . . but she needed him. She loved being around him, she loved the comforted feeling she got when she was in his arms, she loved the way he looked at her . . . she loved . . . him.
She stopped kissing Draco and pulled back. Draco looked very confused as to what was going on.
"What's the matter Mione?" Draco asked in a husky voice
"I . . . I" Hermione began, but could not get out the words. Draco let her down and held her shoulders.
"What is it Mione? You can tell me" Draco re-assured.
Hermione's eyes welled up with tears; she moved away from Draco and put her hand on the back of her neck, looking away.
"I- I, I can't do this . . . I'm sorry" she sniffed and walked out of the bathroom, leaving Draco, confused, staring at her as she left.
A/N: Well, yes that was the end of that chappie! Umm . . . in the next chap, find out why Hermione left Draco like that . . . and what happens when Ron and Harry find out about Hermione and Draco.