A/N: I don't put those stupid disclaimers on every chapter. If you'd like
to see a disclaimer for this story, read the first chapter. Well, gee, you
should start from the beginning, so yeah. Well, I started writing the
chapter with intentions for more evil, but it turned out different than I
thought. But that's ok. Here's Chapter Two!!!
Chapter Two: The First Night
The rest of the train ride was relatively uneventful. The group was shocked but relieved that Malfoy didn't come to taunt them.
Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny piled into a carriage and joked cheerfully on the way to the school. Hermione found herself zoning out, thinking of how terrible it would be that night in her new common room. She knew that she'd never hear the end of the stupid taunting that had been going back and forth since first year. She wanted it to stop that way she could enjoy her final year at Hogwarts.
Hermione came back to earth as the carriages were stopping in front of the school. She stifled a gasp. It never ceased to amaze her at how utterly breathtaking the school was. This was her home. This was where she was happiest. Surrounded by her friends and professors, she felt safe. Safer than she did with her parents. She loved them to pieces, but she knew that they were a liability should Voldemort decide to strike. She sighed heavily and walked up the steps, into the front entrance hall, and then followed Ron and Harry into the Great Hall.
They sat down and waited as the Sorting Ceremony began. It seemed to go on for hours. There were so many new first years. Hermione was ready with warm congratulations and welcomes for the Gryffindors.
Once the feast had ended, Dumbledore quickly announced the normal rules. Filch's list of banned items had increased once again, which was a surprise to no-one. Dumbledore also made the announcement about Head Boy and Girl. Hermione drew herself up, then stopped when she painfully remembered another Gryffindor who did the same in her third year- Percy Weasley.
The students were dismissed to bed, and Hermione said a very mournful goodbye to Ron, Harry and Ginny as she slowly worked her way towards the new suite.
When she entered, she gasped. The room was beautiful, decorated in reds and greens. The couch and armchairs were all velvet, and there was an immense table in the center. The four large mahogany bookshelves were full of books. Hermione started to study the titles as Malfoy sneered, "What a surprise. First night back and Granger's already diving into her books."
"Malfoy, would you just shut up? I swear you are going to drive me insane this year," Hermione said, exasperated.
"Hey, that could be a good thing," Malfoy smiled lecherously. "When girls go insane they do some very arousing things." His eyes slowly traveled up and down Hermione's body, and she felt very self-conscience.
"You are a disgusting pervert," she stated, wondering if she really minded all that much.
"And you certainly don't seem to be complaining," he smirked. His eyes were boring into hers, and she could barely breath. His steel gray eyes were hypnotizing, and they were beautiful. Hell, he was beautiful.
Hermione started smacking herself in the head. 'Why am I thinking like this? Eww. I am so gross! Can I go wash my brain?' she thought. She continued smacking herself in the head until Malfoy walked over to her and gently grabbed her arm, causing chills to travel through her body.
Hermione stared at his hand on her arm. His touch was amazing. "You know, you could probably kill brain cells hitting yourself like that. I actually would like some competition for the number one spot, and I hate to say it, but you're one hell of a component," Malfoy said. Hermione quickly wrenched her arm away from him, but was shocked that he was actually being nice. "It's late. We should probably go to sleep. Truce?"
Malfoy extended his arm to shake hands, which Hermione did. After they finished shaking hands, neither let go. She was once again shocked, but this time by how natural it felt to be holding his hand. "Truce," she whispered. Malfoy broke their hands apart as Hermione said, "Good night, Malfoy."
"Good night, Granger," he said as she turned and walked into her room.
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Malfoy went into his room, and sat on the ground. He couldn't believe that she had become so... breathtaking. He always thought of Granger as quiet, and a freak about school. She was always so, well, plain. The only time anybody really noticed her beauty was the Yule Ball in fourth year. Even he could admit that she looked stunning that night, free from the weight of about 8 books.
But, tonight, she looked even better. She had more confidence, and she looked comfortable in her body. Of course he noticed that her breasts were on the bigger side, and she never seemed comfortable with that until now.
Suddenly, and repulsively, he felt the urge to touch her again. Her creamy, tan skin felt smooth and silky against his hands. And her hands were so small and delicate. He didn't want to let go of her hand. When they were touching, he forgot everything. He forgot the letter he was bound to receive from his father, threatening him once again. He forgot the bruises on his chest from where his father beat him. All he could think about was the pretty girl in front of him.
He wasn't going to admit any of this to anyone. He wasn't going to admit it to himself. But, to him, Granger wasn't just the Mudblood, or the bookworm, or anything like that. She was just Granger. And Granger was someone that he knew was important to him, whether he wanted to admit or not. Granger was the girl that he wanted to be with, with or without his own consent.
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Once she got into the room, she collapsed on her bed, not even taking the time to appreciate the room. Hermione felt dizzy with, well, she didn't exactly know. But it was because of him. She couldn't understand why Malfoy was being so nice, or why it felt so good when he touched her, or when they were holding hands. She didn't know why his eyes were suddenly hypnotizing. She could get lost in his eyes, in his hair.
Hermione put her pillow over her head, hoping that he would disappear with the light. But he lingered on in her thoughts. She found herself not caring about the evil, dreadful past years of torture. All people knew how to forgive. She would never forget it, but somehow, she knew that he could make up for it, if she let him. She also didn't care about his supposed "sex god" stance in Slytherin. Who said she was going to be next on his list of Girls to Sleep With? Of course, she wouldn't mind if she was on that list. She wouldn't mind at all if he were to come into her room and kiss her, kiss her in a way that truth-or-dare with Harry and Ron wouldn't satisfy. She wanted him.
Hermione put a stop to her thoughts, and forced herself to go to sleep before she could admit to herself that she was starting to develop a crush on Draco Malfoy.
**************************************************** Well, that's it for chapter two. I'm gonna try to post every two days or something like that... Hope you enjoy, and don't forget to review!!!
***I'd like to say gracias to my reviewer(s)***
@}~~ Love, Your Favorite Band Nerd @}~~
~*)*~ Liz ~*(*~
Chapter Two: The First Night
The rest of the train ride was relatively uneventful. The group was shocked but relieved that Malfoy didn't come to taunt them.
Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny piled into a carriage and joked cheerfully on the way to the school. Hermione found herself zoning out, thinking of how terrible it would be that night in her new common room. She knew that she'd never hear the end of the stupid taunting that had been going back and forth since first year. She wanted it to stop that way she could enjoy her final year at Hogwarts.
Hermione came back to earth as the carriages were stopping in front of the school. She stifled a gasp. It never ceased to amaze her at how utterly breathtaking the school was. This was her home. This was where she was happiest. Surrounded by her friends and professors, she felt safe. Safer than she did with her parents. She loved them to pieces, but she knew that they were a liability should Voldemort decide to strike. She sighed heavily and walked up the steps, into the front entrance hall, and then followed Ron and Harry into the Great Hall.
They sat down and waited as the Sorting Ceremony began. It seemed to go on for hours. There were so many new first years. Hermione was ready with warm congratulations and welcomes for the Gryffindors.
Once the feast had ended, Dumbledore quickly announced the normal rules. Filch's list of banned items had increased once again, which was a surprise to no-one. Dumbledore also made the announcement about Head Boy and Girl. Hermione drew herself up, then stopped when she painfully remembered another Gryffindor who did the same in her third year- Percy Weasley.
The students were dismissed to bed, and Hermione said a very mournful goodbye to Ron, Harry and Ginny as she slowly worked her way towards the new suite.
When she entered, she gasped. The room was beautiful, decorated in reds and greens. The couch and armchairs were all velvet, and there was an immense table in the center. The four large mahogany bookshelves were full of books. Hermione started to study the titles as Malfoy sneered, "What a surprise. First night back and Granger's already diving into her books."
"Malfoy, would you just shut up? I swear you are going to drive me insane this year," Hermione said, exasperated.
"Hey, that could be a good thing," Malfoy smiled lecherously. "When girls go insane they do some very arousing things." His eyes slowly traveled up and down Hermione's body, and she felt very self-conscience.
"You are a disgusting pervert," she stated, wondering if she really minded all that much.
"And you certainly don't seem to be complaining," he smirked. His eyes were boring into hers, and she could barely breath. His steel gray eyes were hypnotizing, and they were beautiful. Hell, he was beautiful.
Hermione started smacking herself in the head. 'Why am I thinking like this? Eww. I am so gross! Can I go wash my brain?' she thought. She continued smacking herself in the head until Malfoy walked over to her and gently grabbed her arm, causing chills to travel through her body.
Hermione stared at his hand on her arm. His touch was amazing. "You know, you could probably kill brain cells hitting yourself like that. I actually would like some competition for the number one spot, and I hate to say it, but you're one hell of a component," Malfoy said. Hermione quickly wrenched her arm away from him, but was shocked that he was actually being nice. "It's late. We should probably go to sleep. Truce?"
Malfoy extended his arm to shake hands, which Hermione did. After they finished shaking hands, neither let go. She was once again shocked, but this time by how natural it felt to be holding his hand. "Truce," she whispered. Malfoy broke their hands apart as Hermione said, "Good night, Malfoy."
"Good night, Granger," he said as she turned and walked into her room.
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Malfoy went into his room, and sat on the ground. He couldn't believe that she had become so... breathtaking. He always thought of Granger as quiet, and a freak about school. She was always so, well, plain. The only time anybody really noticed her beauty was the Yule Ball in fourth year. Even he could admit that she looked stunning that night, free from the weight of about 8 books.
But, tonight, she looked even better. She had more confidence, and she looked comfortable in her body. Of course he noticed that her breasts were on the bigger side, and she never seemed comfortable with that until now.
Suddenly, and repulsively, he felt the urge to touch her again. Her creamy, tan skin felt smooth and silky against his hands. And her hands were so small and delicate. He didn't want to let go of her hand. When they were touching, he forgot everything. He forgot the letter he was bound to receive from his father, threatening him once again. He forgot the bruises on his chest from where his father beat him. All he could think about was the pretty girl in front of him.
He wasn't going to admit any of this to anyone. He wasn't going to admit it to himself. But, to him, Granger wasn't just the Mudblood, or the bookworm, or anything like that. She was just Granger. And Granger was someone that he knew was important to him, whether he wanted to admit or not. Granger was the girl that he wanted to be with, with or without his own consent.
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Once she got into the room, she collapsed on her bed, not even taking the time to appreciate the room. Hermione felt dizzy with, well, she didn't exactly know. But it was because of him. She couldn't understand why Malfoy was being so nice, or why it felt so good when he touched her, or when they were holding hands. She didn't know why his eyes were suddenly hypnotizing. She could get lost in his eyes, in his hair.
Hermione put her pillow over her head, hoping that he would disappear with the light. But he lingered on in her thoughts. She found herself not caring about the evil, dreadful past years of torture. All people knew how to forgive. She would never forget it, but somehow, she knew that he could make up for it, if she let him. She also didn't care about his supposed "sex god" stance in Slytherin. Who said she was going to be next on his list of Girls to Sleep With? Of course, she wouldn't mind if she was on that list. She wouldn't mind at all if he were to come into her room and kiss her, kiss her in a way that truth-or-dare with Harry and Ron wouldn't satisfy. She wanted him.
Hermione put a stop to her thoughts, and forced herself to go to sleep before she could admit to herself that she was starting to develop a crush on Draco Malfoy.
**************************************************** Well, that's it for chapter two. I'm gonna try to post every two days or something like that... Hope you enjoy, and don't forget to review!!!
***I'd like to say gracias to my reviewer(s)***
@}~~ Love, Your Favorite Band Nerd @}~~
~*)*~ Liz ~*(*~