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The past few nights had been to say the least, surprising. School was starting up again and he had yet to see her again since the train that day. However, he was... happy, he thought, to see that Dumbledore in order to mix the four houses and to create an inter-house friendship had mixed all the common rooms together. Sure, you still slept with the people you always slept with but the Gryffindors common room was mixed with the Slytherins. Draco knew that in time he would be with the one he longed for. And just because he hadnt seen her didn't mean that they hadnt talked. Their new mind link was proving to be QUITE helpful. Things were progressing exactly the way he wanted them to. The only problem was that she didn't think of the relationship quite the way he wanted her to yet. He knew it would take time before she would think of him as anything less than a friend but she would eventually think of him in the way he wanted her to. He took in his surrondings, the mix of green, gold, silver, and red in the common room clashing. It was 2 A.M. and he couldn't sleep. He looked up the stairs of the girls dormitory willing her to come out. He was alone and greatly wished to see her.
Hermione- come out, love. Come out so we can talk. He tried to get his thoughts to meet in her head. A beautiful voice echoed in his head.
I'm coming just let me grab my robe. Yes, for the first time they would see each other since the train.
Were you asleep? She heard the voice in her head as she was rushing to get herself... primped. Just because he dind't think she wanted more didn't mean she couldn't look her best, right?
Yes, I was. But obviously you can't go a minute without my full attention!. That ought to tame him. She grabbed her silk robe and slipped it over her shoulders purposely leaving it open to reveal her perfectly shaped breasts underneath so that he might realize how cold she was. She knew he wanted more so maybe, just maybe tonight would be the night. She still hadn't figured out what he meant by "Harry will die this year" Nothing could happen to Harry. He was supposed to kill Voldemort. That's what the prophecy said. No, wait. It said one of them would kill the other. But how did Draco know anyway?
The past few nights had been to say the least, surprising. School was starting up again and he had yet to see her again since the train that day. However, he was... happy, he thought, to see that Dumbledore in order to mix the four houses and to create an inter-house friendship had mixed all the common rooms together. Sure, you still slept with the people you always slept with but the Gryffindors common room was mixed with the Slytherins. Draco knew that in time he would be with the one he longed for. And just because he hadnt seen her didn't mean that they hadnt talked. Their new mind link was proving to be QUITE helpful. Things were progressing exactly the way he wanted them to. The only problem was that she didn't think of the relationship quite the way he wanted her to yet. He knew it would take time before she would think of him as anything less than a friend but she would eventually think of him in the way he wanted her to. He took in his surrondings, the mix of green, gold, silver, and red in the common room clashing. It was 2 A.M. and he couldn't sleep. He looked up the stairs of the girls dormitory willing her to come out. He was alone and greatly wished to see her.
Hermione- come out, love. Come out so we can talk. He tried to get his thoughts to meet in her head. A beautiful voice echoed in his head.
I'm coming just let me grab my robe. Yes, for the first time they would see each other since the train.
Were you asleep? She heard the voice in her head as she was rushing to get herself... primped. Just because he dind't think she wanted more didn't mean she couldn't look her best, right?
Yes, I was. But obviously you can't go a minute without my full attention!. That ought to tame him. She grabbed her silk robe and slipped it over her shoulders purposely leaving it open to reveal her perfectly shaped breasts underneath so that he might realize how cold she was. She knew he wanted more so maybe, just maybe tonight would be the night. She still hadn't figured out what he meant by "Harry will die this year" Nothing could happen to Harry. He was supposed to kill Voldemort. That's what the prophecy said. No, wait. It said one of them would kill the other. But how did Draco know anyway?