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Hermione deposited her trunk in room # 17 in the Leaky Cauldron and pulled out a cigarette. She figured she'd better get going on her shopping, she needed to get some new robes and her list.
Diagon Alley was packed with Hogwarts students, none of them, luckily, recognized her. Her first stop was Madame Malkins, to pick up some new robes.
"Hermione Granger?" She looked up as she entered at Madame Malkin, the first person to recognize her yet.
"You've changed over the summer, and your hair!" Her spider-like hands stroked the once-brown locks.
"I got bored with my old style, so I had a little fun." Hermione had always liked Madame Malkin, it was like visiting a very busy, very rich aunt who had the most interesting personality and fun stories. She easily spent close to an hour there, talking about everything from school to politics. At around 3 o' clock she left, mentally put up her barriers and prepared to face the world.
In Flourish and Blotts, she felt at ease, books were her friend. She did change over the summer, but she still needed to submerge herself into the world of knowledge. She often found herself wondering aimlessly in bookstores and libraries, looking for a new interest. This time, Hermione found herself wondering into the dark arts section. Somewhere she always tried to avoid. But curiosity overcame her and she crossed the borders between the sections. For some reason, it was darker and colder in this section, but it fit. The air was menacing and the books seemed to be gazing at her. She glanced down the brooding aisles, until something caught her eye. Well, more like someone. Draco Malfoy. She quickly hide herself from sight, hoping he didn't see her, 'Shit.' He was the last person she wanted to meet here, in her condition. It was also odd, she noted, that he was here alone. Usually he only seen with his cronies Crabbe and Goyle.
He was scanning the titles in a somewhat bored fashion, his silver blonde hair falling dangerously into his emotionless eyes. She hated to admit it, but in that black shirt and slightly baggy pants, he looked good, no not good, hot. 'Stop it, Granger, this is your mortal enemy. No way in hell is he hot.' But she fixed her hair and adjusted her clothes anyway. She silently debated weather or not to go up to him. Wondering if he would recognize her. She decided to mess with his head slightly.
She casually took a few steps towards him, acting as if she was looking for a book. He didn't notice, she tried again, she was steps away now. Still her didn't notice. So she took a plunge and 'casually' brushed passed him, catching his attention and his belt. This she hadn't anticipated. She was wearing black low-rise jeans and a purple spaghetti strap with a black see-through over shirt with a gypsy scarf around her waist, which when she brushed past him, got caught on his belt.
"Sorry." She said, in a low, seducing whisper. He looked down at the scarf then up at her. She held his gaze for a moment, seeing the look of surprise in them, then unhooked herself from his belt. Drawing herself dangerously close to his face. Their eyes met, sparks flew as the sexual tension increased unbearably in them both.
"It's alright." He whispered in a sexy purr, a smirk faded onto his face. Suddenly she withdrew from him, quietly cursing herself for getting excited by Malfoy. Yet, he still didn't know who she was, thank god. Recovering, she smiled coyly and gave him a wink then turned to go. But his arm around her waist stopped her. Hermione met his gaze once again, this time she wasn't as secure, her breath stopped in her chest by the strength and uncanny warmth of his touch.
"What's you name?" She asked him, putting on the façade again.
"Draco, and yourself?" His eyes sparkled as she drew close to his face and whispered in her 'voice', "Your worst nightmare." Then she darted from his grasp and disappeared down one of the other aisles. Leaving him a bit put-out.
Hermione didn't look back or slow down until she was safely in her room back at the Leaky Cauldron. She wanted to laugh, Hermione Granger, mousy little mudblood had just enticed and excited Draco Malfoy, her arch-enemy. But it was a two edge sword. For some reason, she didn't want to leave him, it took all of her to run instead of ravish his mouth with hers. 'Dammit Granger! You can't be attracted to him. He hates you!' 'I think he forgot that little detail. He was undressing you with his eyes and you know it!' 'I won't let it happen.' She stopped her argument and lit up another cigarette, collapsing into an airchair.
Draco made his way through the crowed bookstore, reflecting on what just happened. She was familiar, yet mysterious. It was disconcerting, but he brushed it aside as he reached the muggle streets of London.
Last summer he bought a small flat in down town London. He couldn't stand his house anymore. He was barely seventeen, but he was ready to face the world, muggle and magical. Besides, his mother was still distressed over her husbands imprisonment and was pressuring him into joining Voldermorts ranks, something he never intended doing.
Once home, his thoughts were flooded once more by his mystery girl and who she was. He could recall every detail about her, her hips, her hands, her hair, her smell. All of it excited him beyond belief. If only he knew who she was.
He went into his bathroom and turned on his shower, throwing his clothes on the floor, he stepped into the cold shower. His thoughts of her vanished almost instantaneously as the ice cold water his skin, replaced by thoughts of school, which was due to start in two days. He was appointed Head Boy, much to his surprise, but he was proud nonetheless. He wondered who the head girl was, 'Probably that mudblood, Granger.' Even being away from his family, he still had deep resentment for muggle-borns. Especially know-it- all Gryffindor muggle-borns. He broded some more of other head girl possibilities as he got out of the shower and threw on some black boxers. It was only about 7 o' clock, but he was exhausted. He climbed into his bed, turned off his lights and his thoughts traveled to his mystery girl and their chance encounter earlier today.
Hermione had been berating herself all evening for he slight interest, even if only for fleeting second, in Malfoy. Life at Hogwarts was going to be hard enough with Harry and Ron, she didn't need a secret attraction to Malfoy to make it worse. It wasn't the fact that either Harry or Ron might be interested in her and would rip Malfoy to pieces if he so much as looked at her in the wrong way, on the contrary, Harry had a secret crush on Ron and vice versa. But they both were to proud to approach the other. Both had confided in her with this information, but she didn't get too involved, it made things a little awkward for her, so she kinda started to avoid the both of them by the end of the year. Something she seriously regretted very soon after coming home. But in the long run she felt it was for the best.
She packed up everything she bought ad got into the shower, trying to rinse away Draco's touch. But all it accomplished was her thinking about if she stayed and if he found out her name, how terrible it would be. But would it really? Wouldn't it actually make things better? Then she knew that absolutely nothing would happen between them, And that was a good thing. She ran many scenarios through her head as she put on some boxers and a spaghetti strap shirt and got into bed. 'It'll all work out' were her last thoughts before sleep took her wholly.
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Hermione deposited her trunk in room # 17 in the Leaky Cauldron and pulled out a cigarette. She figured she'd better get going on her shopping, she needed to get some new robes and her list.
Diagon Alley was packed with Hogwarts students, none of them, luckily, recognized her. Her first stop was Madame Malkins, to pick up some new robes.
"Hermione Granger?" She looked up as she entered at Madame Malkin, the first person to recognize her yet.
"You've changed over the summer, and your hair!" Her spider-like hands stroked the once-brown locks.
"I got bored with my old style, so I had a little fun." Hermione had always liked Madame Malkin, it was like visiting a very busy, very rich aunt who had the most interesting personality and fun stories. She easily spent close to an hour there, talking about everything from school to politics. At around 3 o' clock she left, mentally put up her barriers and prepared to face the world.
In Flourish and Blotts, she felt at ease, books were her friend. She did change over the summer, but she still needed to submerge herself into the world of knowledge. She often found herself wondering aimlessly in bookstores and libraries, looking for a new interest. This time, Hermione found herself wondering into the dark arts section. Somewhere she always tried to avoid. But curiosity overcame her and she crossed the borders between the sections. For some reason, it was darker and colder in this section, but it fit. The air was menacing and the books seemed to be gazing at her. She glanced down the brooding aisles, until something caught her eye. Well, more like someone. Draco Malfoy. She quickly hide herself from sight, hoping he didn't see her, 'Shit.' He was the last person she wanted to meet here, in her condition. It was also odd, she noted, that he was here alone. Usually he only seen with his cronies Crabbe and Goyle.
He was scanning the titles in a somewhat bored fashion, his silver blonde hair falling dangerously into his emotionless eyes. She hated to admit it, but in that black shirt and slightly baggy pants, he looked good, no not good, hot. 'Stop it, Granger, this is your mortal enemy. No way in hell is he hot.' But she fixed her hair and adjusted her clothes anyway. She silently debated weather or not to go up to him. Wondering if he would recognize her. She decided to mess with his head slightly.
She casually took a few steps towards him, acting as if she was looking for a book. He didn't notice, she tried again, she was steps away now. Still her didn't notice. So she took a plunge and 'casually' brushed passed him, catching his attention and his belt. This she hadn't anticipated. She was wearing black low-rise jeans and a purple spaghetti strap with a black see-through over shirt with a gypsy scarf around her waist, which when she brushed past him, got caught on his belt.
"Sorry." She said, in a low, seducing whisper. He looked down at the scarf then up at her. She held his gaze for a moment, seeing the look of surprise in them, then unhooked herself from his belt. Drawing herself dangerously close to his face. Their eyes met, sparks flew as the sexual tension increased unbearably in them both.
"It's alright." He whispered in a sexy purr, a smirk faded onto his face. Suddenly she withdrew from him, quietly cursing herself for getting excited by Malfoy. Yet, he still didn't know who she was, thank god. Recovering, she smiled coyly and gave him a wink then turned to go. But his arm around her waist stopped her. Hermione met his gaze once again, this time she wasn't as secure, her breath stopped in her chest by the strength and uncanny warmth of his touch.
"What's you name?" She asked him, putting on the façade again.
"Draco, and yourself?" His eyes sparkled as she drew close to his face and whispered in her 'voice', "Your worst nightmare." Then she darted from his grasp and disappeared down one of the other aisles. Leaving him a bit put-out.
Hermione didn't look back or slow down until she was safely in her room back at the Leaky Cauldron. She wanted to laugh, Hermione Granger, mousy little mudblood had just enticed and excited Draco Malfoy, her arch-enemy. But it was a two edge sword. For some reason, she didn't want to leave him, it took all of her to run instead of ravish his mouth with hers. 'Dammit Granger! You can't be attracted to him. He hates you!' 'I think he forgot that little detail. He was undressing you with his eyes and you know it!' 'I won't let it happen.' She stopped her argument and lit up another cigarette, collapsing into an airchair.
Draco made his way through the crowed bookstore, reflecting on what just happened. She was familiar, yet mysterious. It was disconcerting, but he brushed it aside as he reached the muggle streets of London.
Last summer he bought a small flat in down town London. He couldn't stand his house anymore. He was barely seventeen, but he was ready to face the world, muggle and magical. Besides, his mother was still distressed over her husbands imprisonment and was pressuring him into joining Voldermorts ranks, something he never intended doing.
Once home, his thoughts were flooded once more by his mystery girl and who she was. He could recall every detail about her, her hips, her hands, her hair, her smell. All of it excited him beyond belief. If only he knew who she was.
He went into his bathroom and turned on his shower, throwing his clothes on the floor, he stepped into the cold shower. His thoughts of her vanished almost instantaneously as the ice cold water his skin, replaced by thoughts of school, which was due to start in two days. He was appointed Head Boy, much to his surprise, but he was proud nonetheless. He wondered who the head girl was, 'Probably that mudblood, Granger.' Even being away from his family, he still had deep resentment for muggle-borns. Especially know-it- all Gryffindor muggle-borns. He broded some more of other head girl possibilities as he got out of the shower and threw on some black boxers. It was only about 7 o' clock, but he was exhausted. He climbed into his bed, turned off his lights and his thoughts traveled to his mystery girl and their chance encounter earlier today.
Hermione had been berating herself all evening for he slight interest, even if only for fleeting second, in Malfoy. Life at Hogwarts was going to be hard enough with Harry and Ron, she didn't need a secret attraction to Malfoy to make it worse. It wasn't the fact that either Harry or Ron might be interested in her and would rip Malfoy to pieces if he so much as looked at her in the wrong way, on the contrary, Harry had a secret crush on Ron and vice versa. But they both were to proud to approach the other. Both had confided in her with this information, but she didn't get too involved, it made things a little awkward for her, so she kinda started to avoid the both of them by the end of the year. Something she seriously regretted very soon after coming home. But in the long run she felt it was for the best.
She packed up everything she bought ad got into the shower, trying to rinse away Draco's touch. But all it accomplished was her thinking about if she stayed and if he found out her name, how terrible it would be. But would it really? Wouldn't it actually make things better? Then she knew that absolutely nothing would happen between them, And that was a good thing. She ran many scenarios through her head as she put on some boxers and a spaghetti strap shirt and got into bed. 'It'll all work out' were her last thoughts before sleep took her wholly.