The Forbidden Love Chapter Two
The next morning, he got up from a very pleasant sleep. 'Wow, that dream was great,' he thought as he grinned.
*Flashback of the Dream*
He was alone, walking out towards the lake. He continued to walk when he saw a girl in the moonlight. It was Hermione for sure, in red velvet dress robes. The material of the robes cling to her every curve perfectly. He walks up to her and rests a cold hand on her warm, comforting shoulder. She turns around and smiles. She holds his hand in hers and turns around. Their lips meet, ice versus fire, cold versus warmth, evil versus good. As soon as their lips make contact, a burning passion is transferred through the kiss and they both want it.
At the edge of the lake, there is a four-poster bed. Draco smiles and picks Hermione up. He carries her over to the bed, kissing her with a fiery urge to make love. The kiss is very intense, the seven years of yearning, wanting, is trapped inside the kiss as their mouths lock for which seems to be forever. His hands explore the zippers on her dress robes and slowly unzips them. Her hands are on his back, fumbling with a zipper. Their kiss intensifies as his tongue penetrates through her guard of her teeth and their tongues entwine in a wanting frenzy. They yearn to explore each other's bodies, as they bump and grind their almost naked bodies.
She moans into his mouth and calls out to him. "Draco..." He replies by going down further down her body, trailing down with soft, wet kisses. He finds her special area and teases her with his tongue. "Draco..." She wants more as she tightened her thighs around Draco's head. He flicks his tongue faster and she hits her first wave of pleasure. He is brought back up towards her lips and they meet in a wonderful kiss..
*End of flashback*
'Oh man, only if that was real.' Draco grin got even wider as he got up and straightened his bed out. He fluffed up the pillows and walked towards the closet. He grabbed his house robes and went over to the restroom to grab a towel. He heads out of the dormitory. He doesn't see any sign of Hermione, so he shrugs and walks downstairs into the prefects' bathrooms. He walks over to a huge garden tub that was also surrounded by many other tubs, separated by walls and glass doors. He starts the water and puts his towel and his fresh house robes over on a stand. He walks over to the bath potion cabinet and takes out a sage bath oil and some bubble bath. He adds some of both potions into the warm, running water and puts the containers back into the bath supply cabinet. He takes off his robes and hangs them on a small rack on the side of the stand. He steps into the warm water and lays back, thinking about Hermione.
Neverless did Draco know that Hermione was also in the same bathroom. She was in the other side of his bathroom. She was laying back in the warm, running water with pleasant aromas of cinnamon and peppermint. Bubbles covered her chest and she relaxed, letting out a sigh of happiness.
Draco is relaxing when he hears this sigh. He carefully steps out of the tub and drains the tub out. He dries off his body with his towel and hurridely puts his fresh robes on. With the extra robes and towel in hand, he sneaks by into the next room. He is shocked to see his love, Hermione Granger, sitting in a tub naked before him. She didn't realize it of course because she had her eyes closed and was mesmerized by relaxation and comfort of the warm, frothy bath water.. Draco kept himself from talking and quietly left the room. As he shut the door, the hinge of the door unexpectedly creaked. Her eyes opened quickly as she practically flew out of the bathtub. She hurridely dried herself off and scrambled to put her robes on and she opened the door. She sees a figure that is currently running out of the prefects' bathroom. She quietly follows the figure out, which leads her back into the Head Boy and Head Girl dormitories. 'Did.. did he? Oh my god..' Hermione is stricken with embarrasement and fear that it was Draco Malfoy that had seen her. She was happy on the inside until suddenely her thoughts began to fly at her. 'Hermione, are you crazy? He's Malfoy! He'll probably make rude comments about you!' Hermione quickly muttered the password and went inside. She sees Draco, stepping back into his room quietly.
"Draco Malfoy!" She shouts as he turns around flabbergasted.
"What, Granger?" Draco thinks, 'Oh shit, she saw me. Fuck, fuck, fuck!'
"Did you look at me in the prefects' bathroom just a few minutes ago while I was naked in a tub?" She placed her hands on her hips and glared at him.
"So what?" Draco crossed his arms over his chest and smirks at her.
"I can't believe you! That was an invasion of my privacy!" Hermione now changed her normal glare to a death glare.
"Oh that was an invasion of your privacy? I'm not to one who was sighing in the next room!" Draco practically shouted this.
Hermione was silenced at the comment. Her jaw almost dropped, but didn't. She looked at the floor and then headed towards her room.
Draco stopped her and said, "There's nothing to be embarrased about, Granger."
Hermione turned around and slapped him across the face saying, "How dare you, Malfoy! What would the school think if they found out about this fiasco? What do you think?" She glared at him.
He didn't even bother to clutch his cheek in pain. It hurt, yes it did, but his face was at an angle, staring down at the ground as he said, "You're beautiful."
"What?!?" Hermione's jaw dropped and said, "What did you say?"
He turned his head to face her and said, "That you're beautiful. That I fell in love with a muggle born witch. That I fell in love with the know-it-all Hermione Granger." He looked hurt for once instead of with a mean smirk on his face. His expression was soft and he looked like an injured puppy.
Hermione fell silent and lost her ability to talk. "What the hell are you talking about? You can't.. You can't possibly.." Her eyes teared up.
"Yes, yes I can. I fell in love with you Hermione Granger, I did." He walked up to her closer and cupped her face, raising her face to his. He looked at her eyes silently and then he kissed her gently on the lips. He broke the kiss and whispered, "I love you."
Hermione was flattered that Draco Malfoy had feelings for her. Of course she did, too, but she didn't want to say it, but her heart convinced her to make out, "I love you, too." Hermione stood on her tip-toes and kissed him again with more passion.
Draco smiled and returned the kiss and then broke the kiss again.
"What's wrong, Malfoy?" She looked angry, in a soft way.
"I've been waiting a while to ask you this, but will you be my girlfriend?" Draco's cold, blue eyes pierced through her warm, brown eyes and seemed to be searching for an answer.
"I would love to be your girlfriend, Draco." She smiled and kissed him again. She then broke the kiss and then said hurridely, "Shit, I have class in an hour. Would you like to go to breakfast with me?" He nodded and they both went into their respective rooms to put their bath things away.
They held hands for the first time and they walked down the corridors, down the stairs, and they were soon in the Great Hall. As they entered, the jaw of Pansy Parkinson, Ron Wealsey, and Harry Potter's all dropped at the same time. They parted with a kiss and they went over to their respective table.
"Draky, what is that Gryffindor whore doing with you? Did she put a love potion on you or something?" Pansy was in a frantic mode.
"Stop calling me that. I'm not Draky, I'm Draco Malfoy. You acquire the many qualities of a typical bitch and I don't want anything to do with you. Lucius can't do anything about it either, so don't even try or I'll kill you. Just leave me the fuck alone, you whore! And if I you call Hermione a whore again, I'll rip your throat out!" With that said, he went over further down the table and ate in silence, leaving Pansy Parkinson running out of the Great Hall, sobbing.
"Hermione, are you out of your mind?" Ron exclaimed.
"No, I'm in love," she replied coolly, getting her food.
"Hermione, this is Malfoy we're talking about. No one else, the stuck-up, pureblood, Slytherin prat, Malfoy!" Harry exclaimed.
"Harry Potter, how dare you insult my boyfriend that way? Shame on you. He's changed." Hermoine looked like she was going to slap her best friend, The-Boy-Who-Lived.
"Hermione, you're his girlfriend? You traitor." Ron said crossly.
She gave Ron a death glare and said, almost shouting, "Ron, you're a red-headed git that cannot accept that I love Draco Malfoy. Oh, go and screw yourself." She stomped off to the far side of the table and began to eat.
Draco looked up from his food and looked across the hall at the Gryffindor table and saw Hermione sitting alone. 'Guess the same thing happened to her.' He then saw Hermione lifting her face and looking at him. She made out a short smile and then continued to eat. 'Sweet mother of Christ.' He grinned and finished his food. He got up and walked over to Hermione.
"Hey, guess that Potter and Weasel didn't take it too well?"
Hermione nodded. "Screw them, I could give a fuck less about what they think." She smiled as she finished her food and held his hand.
Draco returned a smile and said, "Let's get out of here." He held her hand and led her out of the Great Hall, heading towards their dormitories. They walked closely together and went inside to grab their school bags and headed back out towards the school ground to kill some time. They sat by the lake together, Hermione's head resting in his lap and the two of them staring out into the lake for the longest thirty minutes ever. Soon, Draco looked at his gold Rolex watch and it read 8:30 A.M. "Hermione, love, class is in thirty minutes. We should head off to class right about now," he said as he helped her up. He grabbed her school bag for her and got his as well. They walked back into the school building and Draco handed her bag back to her. "See you next period," she said as she gave him a light hug and headed off to Muggle Studies. He smiled and walked off into Charms.
The next morning, he got up from a very pleasant sleep. 'Wow, that dream was great,' he thought as he grinned.
*Flashback of the Dream*
He was alone, walking out towards the lake. He continued to walk when he saw a girl in the moonlight. It was Hermione for sure, in red velvet dress robes. The material of the robes cling to her every curve perfectly. He walks up to her and rests a cold hand on her warm, comforting shoulder. She turns around and smiles. She holds his hand in hers and turns around. Their lips meet, ice versus fire, cold versus warmth, evil versus good. As soon as their lips make contact, a burning passion is transferred through the kiss and they both want it.
At the edge of the lake, there is a four-poster bed. Draco smiles and picks Hermione up. He carries her over to the bed, kissing her with a fiery urge to make love. The kiss is very intense, the seven years of yearning, wanting, is trapped inside the kiss as their mouths lock for which seems to be forever. His hands explore the zippers on her dress robes and slowly unzips them. Her hands are on his back, fumbling with a zipper. Their kiss intensifies as his tongue penetrates through her guard of her teeth and their tongues entwine in a wanting frenzy. They yearn to explore each other's bodies, as they bump and grind their almost naked bodies.
She moans into his mouth and calls out to him. "Draco..." He replies by going down further down her body, trailing down with soft, wet kisses. He finds her special area and teases her with his tongue. "Draco..." She wants more as she tightened her thighs around Draco's head. He flicks his tongue faster and she hits her first wave of pleasure. He is brought back up towards her lips and they meet in a wonderful kiss..
*End of flashback*
'Oh man, only if that was real.' Draco grin got even wider as he got up and straightened his bed out. He fluffed up the pillows and walked towards the closet. He grabbed his house robes and went over to the restroom to grab a towel. He heads out of the dormitory. He doesn't see any sign of Hermione, so he shrugs and walks downstairs into the prefects' bathrooms. He walks over to a huge garden tub that was also surrounded by many other tubs, separated by walls and glass doors. He starts the water and puts his towel and his fresh house robes over on a stand. He walks over to the bath potion cabinet and takes out a sage bath oil and some bubble bath. He adds some of both potions into the warm, running water and puts the containers back into the bath supply cabinet. He takes off his robes and hangs them on a small rack on the side of the stand. He steps into the warm water and lays back, thinking about Hermione.
Neverless did Draco know that Hermione was also in the same bathroom. She was in the other side of his bathroom. She was laying back in the warm, running water with pleasant aromas of cinnamon and peppermint. Bubbles covered her chest and she relaxed, letting out a sigh of happiness.
Draco is relaxing when he hears this sigh. He carefully steps out of the tub and drains the tub out. He dries off his body with his towel and hurridely puts his fresh robes on. With the extra robes and towel in hand, he sneaks by into the next room. He is shocked to see his love, Hermione Granger, sitting in a tub naked before him. She didn't realize it of course because she had her eyes closed and was mesmerized by relaxation and comfort of the warm, frothy bath water.. Draco kept himself from talking and quietly left the room. As he shut the door, the hinge of the door unexpectedly creaked. Her eyes opened quickly as she practically flew out of the bathtub. She hurridely dried herself off and scrambled to put her robes on and she opened the door. She sees a figure that is currently running out of the prefects' bathroom. She quietly follows the figure out, which leads her back into the Head Boy and Head Girl dormitories. 'Did.. did he? Oh my god..' Hermione is stricken with embarrasement and fear that it was Draco Malfoy that had seen her. She was happy on the inside until suddenely her thoughts began to fly at her. 'Hermione, are you crazy? He's Malfoy! He'll probably make rude comments about you!' Hermione quickly muttered the password and went inside. She sees Draco, stepping back into his room quietly.
"Draco Malfoy!" She shouts as he turns around flabbergasted.
"What, Granger?" Draco thinks, 'Oh shit, she saw me. Fuck, fuck, fuck!'
"Did you look at me in the prefects' bathroom just a few minutes ago while I was naked in a tub?" She placed her hands on her hips and glared at him.
"So what?" Draco crossed his arms over his chest and smirks at her.
"I can't believe you! That was an invasion of my privacy!" Hermione now changed her normal glare to a death glare.
"Oh that was an invasion of your privacy? I'm not to one who was sighing in the next room!" Draco practically shouted this.
Hermione was silenced at the comment. Her jaw almost dropped, but didn't. She looked at the floor and then headed towards her room.
Draco stopped her and said, "There's nothing to be embarrased about, Granger."
Hermione turned around and slapped him across the face saying, "How dare you, Malfoy! What would the school think if they found out about this fiasco? What do you think?" She glared at him.
He didn't even bother to clutch his cheek in pain. It hurt, yes it did, but his face was at an angle, staring down at the ground as he said, "You're beautiful."
"What?!?" Hermione's jaw dropped and said, "What did you say?"
He turned his head to face her and said, "That you're beautiful. That I fell in love with a muggle born witch. That I fell in love with the know-it-all Hermione Granger." He looked hurt for once instead of with a mean smirk on his face. His expression was soft and he looked like an injured puppy.
Hermione fell silent and lost her ability to talk. "What the hell are you talking about? You can't.. You can't possibly.." Her eyes teared up.
"Yes, yes I can. I fell in love with you Hermione Granger, I did." He walked up to her closer and cupped her face, raising her face to his. He looked at her eyes silently and then he kissed her gently on the lips. He broke the kiss and whispered, "I love you."
Hermione was flattered that Draco Malfoy had feelings for her. Of course she did, too, but she didn't want to say it, but her heart convinced her to make out, "I love you, too." Hermione stood on her tip-toes and kissed him again with more passion.
Draco smiled and returned the kiss and then broke the kiss again.
"What's wrong, Malfoy?" She looked angry, in a soft way.
"I've been waiting a while to ask you this, but will you be my girlfriend?" Draco's cold, blue eyes pierced through her warm, brown eyes and seemed to be searching for an answer.
"I would love to be your girlfriend, Draco." She smiled and kissed him again. She then broke the kiss and then said hurridely, "Shit, I have class in an hour. Would you like to go to breakfast with me?" He nodded and they both went into their respective rooms to put their bath things away.
They held hands for the first time and they walked down the corridors, down the stairs, and they were soon in the Great Hall. As they entered, the jaw of Pansy Parkinson, Ron Wealsey, and Harry Potter's all dropped at the same time. They parted with a kiss and they went over to their respective table.
"Draky, what is that Gryffindor whore doing with you? Did she put a love potion on you or something?" Pansy was in a frantic mode.
"Stop calling me that. I'm not Draky, I'm Draco Malfoy. You acquire the many qualities of a typical bitch and I don't want anything to do with you. Lucius can't do anything about it either, so don't even try or I'll kill you. Just leave me the fuck alone, you whore! And if I you call Hermione a whore again, I'll rip your throat out!" With that said, he went over further down the table and ate in silence, leaving Pansy Parkinson running out of the Great Hall, sobbing.
"Hermione, are you out of your mind?" Ron exclaimed.
"No, I'm in love," she replied coolly, getting her food.
"Hermione, this is Malfoy we're talking about. No one else, the stuck-up, pureblood, Slytherin prat, Malfoy!" Harry exclaimed.
"Harry Potter, how dare you insult my boyfriend that way? Shame on you. He's changed." Hermoine looked like she was going to slap her best friend, The-Boy-Who-Lived.
"Hermione, you're his girlfriend? You traitor." Ron said crossly.
She gave Ron a death glare and said, almost shouting, "Ron, you're a red-headed git that cannot accept that I love Draco Malfoy. Oh, go and screw yourself." She stomped off to the far side of the table and began to eat.
Draco looked up from his food and looked across the hall at the Gryffindor table and saw Hermione sitting alone. 'Guess the same thing happened to her.' He then saw Hermione lifting her face and looking at him. She made out a short smile and then continued to eat. 'Sweet mother of Christ.' He grinned and finished his food. He got up and walked over to Hermione.
"Hey, guess that Potter and Weasel didn't take it too well?"
Hermione nodded. "Screw them, I could give a fuck less about what they think." She smiled as she finished her food and held his hand.
Draco returned a smile and said, "Let's get out of here." He held her hand and led her out of the Great Hall, heading towards their dormitories. They walked closely together and went inside to grab their school bags and headed back out towards the school ground to kill some time. They sat by the lake together, Hermione's head resting in his lap and the two of them staring out into the lake for the longest thirty minutes ever. Soon, Draco looked at his gold Rolex watch and it read 8:30 A.M. "Hermione, love, class is in thirty minutes. We should head off to class right about now," he said as he helped her up. He grabbed her school bag for her and got his as well. They walked back into the school building and Draco handed her bag back to her. "See you next period," she said as she gave him a light hug and headed off to Muggle Studies. He smiled and walked off into Charms.