Wonderwall
By tearsofher
Disclaimer: don't own characters, just the plot.
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author's note: thanks to all the reviewers!!! And thanks to Ann, again. Thanks for not being pissed about me being madly in love with Tom Felton, teehee. Oh, and to answer one of you guys' question, the book that Hermione was reading in the past (it comes up, in this chap.) is not an actual book. I just made it up.. Okay, on with the story.
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Dying Fire
Hermione entered the common room, book in hand. She smiled warmly, as she saw that the fire was again, blazing and flickering. She silently closed the door, still staring at the dancing flames. The room was dark, the fire only giving out a lazy yellow light, which was not entirely good for reading. Just then, she saw Draco's door open, and he came out. He froze as his heart stopped for a second at the sight of her. He smirked wildly at her, as he shut the door behind him. She smiled back at him, her eyes sparkling.
Draco a breath seize in his throat, as he saw how beautiful she looked, even with the little light. It amazed him how she could be so beautiful in any light, in any place. He walked over to her, as her eyes trailed him, smiling. Once he got close enough, he wrapped his arms around her, and Hermione smiled even wider, feeling his warmth embracing her, her world swirling into colors as she saw only him again. He grinned at her, as he leaned in, their lips almost touching. Draco rose up one of hands and stroked her cheek, feeling her smooth skin against his fingertips. He could feel his heartbeats get quicker and louder, as he marveled at her. She stared up into his dark silver eyes; she was almost sure everything inside her was dissolving. Hermione raised her hands, hugging his waist. Everything had disappeared. Everything was gone. Everything except Draco and her. She felt as if an exuberant wave had passed her when he finally kissed her, his mouth so sweet against hers. Draco pulled her closer, trying to close the invisible gap between them, every part of her body pressed against his. The room had gotten warmer, hotter, as if the fire was roaring and thriving. Hermione let her hands trail up and entwine themselves in his silky hair, as he kissed her deeper, more passionately. She didn't know how he could do it. She didn't know how he could just take her away from all her problems, from the reality she lived in her whole life. It was if everything would just fade away when he held her, when he kissed her. And all she could do was let him take her, beg him to take her, for he was where she found the complete peace she'd been looking for all her life. It was in his eyes she saw the eternity where she wanted to be trapped in her whole life. And he did manage to trap her, in his mysterious deep silver eyes.. She never wanted to let go. She never wanted to come back.
She didn't realize that he had been leading her backwards, until she felt the soft cushions of the couch press against her back, molding against her. They were closer to the fire, and it seemed to be tiring, but the heat traveled through her skin, through her veins. She felt a whimper get caught in her throat, as she felt his hands running up and down her waist, her shirt riding up from the motion. Draco felt so lost.. He was kissing her so deeply,. So passionately and intensely, that he couldn't even tell if his lips were numb. Her mouth was hot and sweet, addicting. His tongue massaged hers, dancing, as he felt her fingers in his hair pull him in deeper to her. He pressed his lean and lanky body against her, as his mouth traveled from her mouth to her neck. He kissed her saccharine skin, never tasting anything so sweet like it before. He heard her moan, her fingers digging into his scalp, her legs shifting beneath him.. The fire seemed to have transferred to inside of him. It was growing bigger and bigger, ferocious and roaring; the passion and the urge and need of her not seeming to fade or even alter. Hermione's breathing was rapid and heavy, as Draco's sweet lips covered her neck, leaving behind a sweet musk she knew that she could never wash out.. Love and passion was never someone could erase.
Draco paused for a second, and caught her mouth again for another fervent kiss. He pulled back, and looked at her. She was flushed, strands of hair had fallen over her face, her eyes were filled with longing and desire.. He could feel her chest rising and falling underneath him, breathing deeply and rapidly. He leaned in and gave her a gentle kiss; his heart seemed to be having a seizure because of the passion and intensity between them. Draco smiled at her, as he caught her hands and entwined his fingers with hers. Hermione smiled at him.
Draco grinned. Who knew she tasted so good? He raised one of her hands, and brought it to his lips. He kissed it softly, as Hermione's heart fluttered.
"I take it you came out here to read?" he grinned at her.
"well.. Yes, that was my plan. Until you came out." He smirked.
"Because I'm so irresistible." Hermione smile at him, her brown eyes glittering.
"I believe you were the one who kissed me first," she said, lightly chuckling.
"But, you kissed me back."
"Of course." He flashed her one more smile, as he shifted positions; he sat behind her, as she leaned against him, her eyes closed. They faced the fire, watching it as the lazy flames danced and flickered. He grabbed the book from beside him; it was the book she had been holding, and handed it to her. She smiled appreciatively.
"Your little red book," he said to her, wrapping his arms around her waist, holding her close. He smiled, s she opened it, revealing the filled pages.
"You never did tell me what happened to the little fool and the princess." She grinned, as she slowly flipped through the pages.
"The 'fool,' manages to impress the princess, but he realizes he gets this weird fluttery feeling in his stomach whenever he's with Anna Margaret, and it confuses him."
He leaned his cheek against the side of her face, inhaling her scent that always succeeded in making him feel lightheaded. In a good way, mind you. "Mmm.." He said to her.
"Then, one day out in the orchard, he realizes his feelings for Anna Margaret, and kisses her. She's surprised, but kisses him back."
"Did the writer agree that the princess was too good for the idiot? Because I can't help but think that he's right." Hermione laughed lightly, her graceful laughter filling his ears.
"It's not like that, Draco. Maybe she was, maybe she wasn't. It's just because he realized that Anna Margaret was the one for him; he was happy with her, and he had fun with her, laughed along with her. With the princess, all she did was talk gossip and act like a prick." Draco snorted.
"I take it you don't like princesses."
"I do. But in her case, no. The author made her such a witch." Draco chuckled lightly, raising his hand to stroke her tresses, running his hands through her silky waves. There was a moment of silence, before she spoke again. This time, her voice was quiet and serious, the laughter and joy in her seeming to disappear from just a moment ago.
"Draco, I made up with Harry today." Draco felt his heart sink at the mention of his name.
"Yeah, that was quite a show you three put up in the Great Hall," he drawled. " I was so excited I couldn't stay still."
"Draco," she sighed. "Ron is an idiot at times, yes, I agree. But he's still my friend, no matter how much I try to deny it. And Harry.. Harry's just.. Harry." Draco let his hands fall, no longer tangled in her hair.
She let out another ragged sigh. "I just don't know how they'll take it."
"I think 'bad's not out of the question."
"I wish I knew they could just understand. But I don't. In fact, I really doubt it." Draco sighed, and snaked his arms around her again.
"Just don't think about it right now. You're here with me. Surely I'm not that boring, am I?'' Hermione smiled. She turned around in his arms, so that she was facing him. She leaned in, and wrapped her hands around his neck.
"What do you suggest we do to solve the problem?" Draco grinned, as he pulled her closer.
"Well, gee, Ms. Granger.. I don't have a clue," he said to her.
"Well, I was thinking-" before she could finish, Draco's lips had already crashed into hers.
Hermione smiled, as she kissed him back, pulling him closer.
The fire died, slowly, as the flames wore out and shrank, until it vanished into smoke. Hermione and Draco paid no attention to it, for they hadn't even noticed the flames were no longer lazily flickering here and there. The room was still awfully warm. For them.
By tearsofher
Disclaimer: don't own characters, just the plot.
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author's note: thanks to all the reviewers!!! And thanks to Ann, again. Thanks for not being pissed about me being madly in love with Tom Felton, teehee. Oh, and to answer one of you guys' question, the book that Hermione was reading in the past (it comes up, in this chap.) is not an actual book. I just made it up.. Okay, on with the story.
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Dying Fire
Hermione entered the common room, book in hand. She smiled warmly, as she saw that the fire was again, blazing and flickering. She silently closed the door, still staring at the dancing flames. The room was dark, the fire only giving out a lazy yellow light, which was not entirely good for reading. Just then, she saw Draco's door open, and he came out. He froze as his heart stopped for a second at the sight of her. He smirked wildly at her, as he shut the door behind him. She smiled back at him, her eyes sparkling.
Draco a breath seize in his throat, as he saw how beautiful she looked, even with the little light. It amazed him how she could be so beautiful in any light, in any place. He walked over to her, as her eyes trailed him, smiling. Once he got close enough, he wrapped his arms around her, and Hermione smiled even wider, feeling his warmth embracing her, her world swirling into colors as she saw only him again. He grinned at her, as he leaned in, their lips almost touching. Draco rose up one of hands and stroked her cheek, feeling her smooth skin against his fingertips. He could feel his heartbeats get quicker and louder, as he marveled at her. She stared up into his dark silver eyes; she was almost sure everything inside her was dissolving. Hermione raised her hands, hugging his waist. Everything had disappeared. Everything was gone. Everything except Draco and her. She felt as if an exuberant wave had passed her when he finally kissed her, his mouth so sweet against hers. Draco pulled her closer, trying to close the invisible gap between them, every part of her body pressed against his. The room had gotten warmer, hotter, as if the fire was roaring and thriving. Hermione let her hands trail up and entwine themselves in his silky hair, as he kissed her deeper, more passionately. She didn't know how he could do it. She didn't know how he could just take her away from all her problems, from the reality she lived in her whole life. It was if everything would just fade away when he held her, when he kissed her. And all she could do was let him take her, beg him to take her, for he was where she found the complete peace she'd been looking for all her life. It was in his eyes she saw the eternity where she wanted to be trapped in her whole life. And he did manage to trap her, in his mysterious deep silver eyes.. She never wanted to let go. She never wanted to come back.
She didn't realize that he had been leading her backwards, until she felt the soft cushions of the couch press against her back, molding against her. They were closer to the fire, and it seemed to be tiring, but the heat traveled through her skin, through her veins. She felt a whimper get caught in her throat, as she felt his hands running up and down her waist, her shirt riding up from the motion. Draco felt so lost.. He was kissing her so deeply,. So passionately and intensely, that he couldn't even tell if his lips were numb. Her mouth was hot and sweet, addicting. His tongue massaged hers, dancing, as he felt her fingers in his hair pull him in deeper to her. He pressed his lean and lanky body against her, as his mouth traveled from her mouth to her neck. He kissed her saccharine skin, never tasting anything so sweet like it before. He heard her moan, her fingers digging into his scalp, her legs shifting beneath him.. The fire seemed to have transferred to inside of him. It was growing bigger and bigger, ferocious and roaring; the passion and the urge and need of her not seeming to fade or even alter. Hermione's breathing was rapid and heavy, as Draco's sweet lips covered her neck, leaving behind a sweet musk she knew that she could never wash out.. Love and passion was never someone could erase.
Draco paused for a second, and caught her mouth again for another fervent kiss. He pulled back, and looked at her. She was flushed, strands of hair had fallen over her face, her eyes were filled with longing and desire.. He could feel her chest rising and falling underneath him, breathing deeply and rapidly. He leaned in and gave her a gentle kiss; his heart seemed to be having a seizure because of the passion and intensity between them. Draco smiled at her, as he caught her hands and entwined his fingers with hers. Hermione smiled at him.
Draco grinned. Who knew she tasted so good? He raised one of her hands, and brought it to his lips. He kissed it softly, as Hermione's heart fluttered.
"I take it you came out here to read?" he grinned at her.
"well.. Yes, that was my plan. Until you came out." He smirked.
"Because I'm so irresistible." Hermione smile at him, her brown eyes glittering.
"I believe you were the one who kissed me first," she said, lightly chuckling.
"But, you kissed me back."
"Of course." He flashed her one more smile, as he shifted positions; he sat behind her, as she leaned against him, her eyes closed. They faced the fire, watching it as the lazy flames danced and flickered. He grabbed the book from beside him; it was the book she had been holding, and handed it to her. She smiled appreciatively.
"Your little red book," he said to her, wrapping his arms around her waist, holding her close. He smiled, s she opened it, revealing the filled pages.
"You never did tell me what happened to the little fool and the princess." She grinned, as she slowly flipped through the pages.
"The 'fool,' manages to impress the princess, but he realizes he gets this weird fluttery feeling in his stomach whenever he's with Anna Margaret, and it confuses him."
He leaned his cheek against the side of her face, inhaling her scent that always succeeded in making him feel lightheaded. In a good way, mind you. "Mmm.." He said to her.
"Then, one day out in the orchard, he realizes his feelings for Anna Margaret, and kisses her. She's surprised, but kisses him back."
"Did the writer agree that the princess was too good for the idiot? Because I can't help but think that he's right." Hermione laughed lightly, her graceful laughter filling his ears.
"It's not like that, Draco. Maybe she was, maybe she wasn't. It's just because he realized that Anna Margaret was the one for him; he was happy with her, and he had fun with her, laughed along with her. With the princess, all she did was talk gossip and act like a prick." Draco snorted.
"I take it you don't like princesses."
"I do. But in her case, no. The author made her such a witch." Draco chuckled lightly, raising his hand to stroke her tresses, running his hands through her silky waves. There was a moment of silence, before she spoke again. This time, her voice was quiet and serious, the laughter and joy in her seeming to disappear from just a moment ago.
"Draco, I made up with Harry today." Draco felt his heart sink at the mention of his name.
"Yeah, that was quite a show you three put up in the Great Hall," he drawled. " I was so excited I couldn't stay still."
"Draco," she sighed. "Ron is an idiot at times, yes, I agree. But he's still my friend, no matter how much I try to deny it. And Harry.. Harry's just.. Harry." Draco let his hands fall, no longer tangled in her hair.
She let out another ragged sigh. "I just don't know how they'll take it."
"I think 'bad's not out of the question."
"I wish I knew they could just understand. But I don't. In fact, I really doubt it." Draco sighed, and snaked his arms around her again.
"Just don't think about it right now. You're here with me. Surely I'm not that boring, am I?'' Hermione smiled. She turned around in his arms, so that she was facing him. She leaned in, and wrapped her hands around his neck.
"What do you suggest we do to solve the problem?" Draco grinned, as he pulled her closer.
"Well, gee, Ms. Granger.. I don't have a clue," he said to her.
"Well, I was thinking-" before she could finish, Draco's lips had already crashed into hers.
Hermione smiled, as she kissed him back, pulling him closer.
The fire died, slowly, as the flames wore out and shrank, until it vanished into smoke. Hermione and Draco paid no attention to it, for they hadn't even noticed the flames were no longer lazily flickering here and there. The room was still awfully warm. For them.