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RATING HAS BEEN CHANGED TO R FOR, WELL, OBVIOUS REASONS THAT ARE COMING SOON! Be warned that it gets slightly graphic but I swear Hermione is keeping (most of) her innocence!
Well, it's great to be back again, reading another chapter of this beautiful, sexy story. *pauses* Can a story be sexy? *ponders* Hmm... well, anyways. Enjoy the chapter and don't forget to review!!! I (as of the time I wrote this) haven't gotten any reviews on chapter six. *tear*
---Chapter Seven: Wait and Flee---
"Wait." Hermione couldn't stop the word from coming out of her mouth. She tried to fight all of her urges to call out for him, but it didn't work.
Malfoy turned around, and Hermione beckoned him to come closer. He raised an eyebrow and walked over to the couch. Hermione stood up about two or three feet away. She fought the desire to plaster her lips on to his. Her heart was racing. Malfoy's throat went dry as he took a step forward. Hermione's eyes widened slightly, but she didn't move. Malfoy gently wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him.
She could now feel his heart beat. It sped up as he used his other hand to raise her chin up so she would look at him. Their eyes met and butterflies flew in Hermione's stomach. Their wings beat faster and faster as he slowly closed the distance between them.
She gasped as she felt his warm lips touch hers. She never knew that a kiss could hold so much emotion. She could feel his tongue asking for entrance into her mouth, and she parted her lips, letting his tongue meet hers while chills went down her spine. They continued on like this until Hermione could no longer breathe.
She gently broke the kiss apart and smiled at the Slytherin, intoxicated by his scent. She had kissed a few guys before, but it had never held the intensity that this kiss did. Malfoy smiled back at her and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close for another amazing kiss. Hermione melted at the feel of his lips, his tongue, his hands, everything. She felt safe in his arms. She felt happy in his arms. She felt like she belonged in his arms. She felt like she was coming home.
They slowly maneuvered themselves back on the couch, Malfoy on top of Hermione. He started kissing down her neck, unbuttoning her blouse as he went. Hermione cried out when he bit her, and he went up and kissed her again, letting his hands roam her body.
Hermione didn't exactly know what to do with her hands, so she just played with his hair as he kissed her. She heard a small warning siren go off in her head as he slid her shirt off, but didn't say anything. She was kind of curious to see where this would lead. She felt his hands expertly unlatch her bra, and she gasped when her bra came off, leaving her cold and half naked.
His lips moved down her again, onto her breast, and she jerked away. She didn't want it to go this far yet. She felt uncomfortable as he groaned slightly but let his lips find hers again, embarking on a passionate tango.
He shifted so he wasn't completely on top of her. She felt his hand slowly travel to the waistband of her jeans. Her warning sirens went ballistic at this, and she snatched his hand away. She jerked away from him, sending him flying off the couch.
She grabbed her bra and quickly put it on, followed by her shirt. Malfoy sat on the ground, glaring at her. Hermione tried to avoid his stare as long as she could, but she was mad, which prevented her from thinking rationally. "What are you looking at Malfoy?"
"What the fuck, Granger?!?!?! You fucking called me back out her for this?"
"Oh, so me saying 'wait' means that I'm giving you permission to use my body as a bloody playground? Funny, that's most certainly NOT what I meant when I said, 'Wait.'"
"So you're playing mind games with me? Is that it, Granger?"
"Where the fuck did you get that from?"
"I come back out here, knowing that you want something, and I figure it's something from me, considering the fact that I had almost just kissed you!"
"So you think that I meant that I wanted you to try and get down my pants?!?!?!"
"No. I never said that. I don't normally lose control like that-"
"Yeah, okay."
"Granger! I am a GUY. I have a PENIS. I tend to think with SAID BODY PART. My God, do you expect me to keep a level head when we're talking about YOU? You might not have noticed, but you are most likely the most beautiful girl at this school. Everybody knows that. What do you expect me to do when I'm kissing you? God, you made me-" He cut himself off, afraid to delve into all of the emotions he had felt.
"Screw you, Malfoy," Hermione whispered.
"What?"
"Sorry, didn't mean to say that. What I meant to say was, PISS OFF!"
Hermione got up off the couch and stormed into her room, slamming the door behind her. She was not about to sleep on that couch after all of... that. It was bad enough that his taste lingered on her lips. She wanted desperately to believe what he said about her, but she knew that, in the end, it wasn't true. She started to tear up, and cursed herself for caring about that thing that lived across the hall.
She brooded on her thoughts and wound up crying herself to sleep that night, feeling alone and pathetic.
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Malfoy sat on the ground, the sound of the slammed door echoing through his head. He couldn't believe that he had gone so terribly wrong. He had let himself get carried away with her. He lost complete control over his own thoughts, his own mind, his own body, even his cold heart had betrayed him and saw the light. He couldn't concentrate in classes anymore. His homework looked like an ode to her name.
He sighed heavily. Since when had he actually cared? He didn't understand why he suddenly cared for that- that- that- Good God; he couldn't even call her that name.
A lone tear fell down his cheek and he bowed his head in shame. Malfoys weren't supposed to cry; neither were Slytherins. And yet, there he sat, a Malfoy and a Slytherin to boot, crying over a Gryffindor, who happened to be a Mudblood.
He wanted to puke at the thought of what he was doing. But, at the same time, it felt completely right. When the girl was in his arms, his problems disappeared. That stupid Gryffindor bitch made him happy. Damn it to hell, Malfoy was going to have to curse himself to oblivion tonight because of this. A sick part of him realized how much he had enjoyed the experience. Yes, enjoyed.
Malfoy suddenly felt like he was hit with a dozen Bludgers. A sick, cold realization set in. He felt so sick he could puke.
In that instant, all the thoughts he had about Granger made sense. The reasons he started taunting her daily were explained. The weird way his stomach would lurch whenever he saw Granger was suddenly clarified. His carefully hidden obsession over the girl was easy to understand now.
He was in love with Hermione Granger.
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So there you have it. Another chapter. If anyone tried to review and it didn't send, let me know OK? My e-mail is: Bandcampreject14@aol.com! I would love to hear from you, seriously!!!
Until next time, Liz
(don't forget to review!!!)
RATING HAS BEEN CHANGED TO R FOR, WELL, OBVIOUS REASONS THAT ARE COMING SOON! Be warned that it gets slightly graphic but I swear Hermione is keeping (most of) her innocence!
Well, it's great to be back again, reading another chapter of this beautiful, sexy story. *pauses* Can a story be sexy? *ponders* Hmm... well, anyways. Enjoy the chapter and don't forget to review!!! I (as of the time I wrote this) haven't gotten any reviews on chapter six. *tear*
---Chapter Seven: Wait and Flee---
"Wait." Hermione couldn't stop the word from coming out of her mouth. She tried to fight all of her urges to call out for him, but it didn't work.
Malfoy turned around, and Hermione beckoned him to come closer. He raised an eyebrow and walked over to the couch. Hermione stood up about two or three feet away. She fought the desire to plaster her lips on to his. Her heart was racing. Malfoy's throat went dry as he took a step forward. Hermione's eyes widened slightly, but she didn't move. Malfoy gently wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him.
She could now feel his heart beat. It sped up as he used his other hand to raise her chin up so she would look at him. Their eyes met and butterflies flew in Hermione's stomach. Their wings beat faster and faster as he slowly closed the distance between them.
She gasped as she felt his warm lips touch hers. She never knew that a kiss could hold so much emotion. She could feel his tongue asking for entrance into her mouth, and she parted her lips, letting his tongue meet hers while chills went down her spine. They continued on like this until Hermione could no longer breathe.
She gently broke the kiss apart and smiled at the Slytherin, intoxicated by his scent. She had kissed a few guys before, but it had never held the intensity that this kiss did. Malfoy smiled back at her and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close for another amazing kiss. Hermione melted at the feel of his lips, his tongue, his hands, everything. She felt safe in his arms. She felt happy in his arms. She felt like she belonged in his arms. She felt like she was coming home.
They slowly maneuvered themselves back on the couch, Malfoy on top of Hermione. He started kissing down her neck, unbuttoning her blouse as he went. Hermione cried out when he bit her, and he went up and kissed her again, letting his hands roam her body.
Hermione didn't exactly know what to do with her hands, so she just played with his hair as he kissed her. She heard a small warning siren go off in her head as he slid her shirt off, but didn't say anything. She was kind of curious to see where this would lead. She felt his hands expertly unlatch her bra, and she gasped when her bra came off, leaving her cold and half naked.
His lips moved down her again, onto her breast, and she jerked away. She didn't want it to go this far yet. She felt uncomfortable as he groaned slightly but let his lips find hers again, embarking on a passionate tango.
He shifted so he wasn't completely on top of her. She felt his hand slowly travel to the waistband of her jeans. Her warning sirens went ballistic at this, and she snatched his hand away. She jerked away from him, sending him flying off the couch.
She grabbed her bra and quickly put it on, followed by her shirt. Malfoy sat on the ground, glaring at her. Hermione tried to avoid his stare as long as she could, but she was mad, which prevented her from thinking rationally. "What are you looking at Malfoy?"
"What the fuck, Granger?!?!?! You fucking called me back out her for this?"
"Oh, so me saying 'wait' means that I'm giving you permission to use my body as a bloody playground? Funny, that's most certainly NOT what I meant when I said, 'Wait.'"
"So you're playing mind games with me? Is that it, Granger?"
"Where the fuck did you get that from?"
"I come back out here, knowing that you want something, and I figure it's something from me, considering the fact that I had almost just kissed you!"
"So you think that I meant that I wanted you to try and get down my pants?!?!?!"
"No. I never said that. I don't normally lose control like that-"
"Yeah, okay."
"Granger! I am a GUY. I have a PENIS. I tend to think with SAID BODY PART. My God, do you expect me to keep a level head when we're talking about YOU? You might not have noticed, but you are most likely the most beautiful girl at this school. Everybody knows that. What do you expect me to do when I'm kissing you? God, you made me-" He cut himself off, afraid to delve into all of the emotions he had felt.
"Screw you, Malfoy," Hermione whispered.
"What?"
"Sorry, didn't mean to say that. What I meant to say was, PISS OFF!"
Hermione got up off the couch and stormed into her room, slamming the door behind her. She was not about to sleep on that couch after all of... that. It was bad enough that his taste lingered on her lips. She wanted desperately to believe what he said about her, but she knew that, in the end, it wasn't true. She started to tear up, and cursed herself for caring about that thing that lived across the hall.
She brooded on her thoughts and wound up crying herself to sleep that night, feeling alone and pathetic.
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Malfoy sat on the ground, the sound of the slammed door echoing through his head. He couldn't believe that he had gone so terribly wrong. He had let himself get carried away with her. He lost complete control over his own thoughts, his own mind, his own body, even his cold heart had betrayed him and saw the light. He couldn't concentrate in classes anymore. His homework looked like an ode to her name.
He sighed heavily. Since when had he actually cared? He didn't understand why he suddenly cared for that- that- that- Good God; he couldn't even call her that name.
A lone tear fell down his cheek and he bowed his head in shame. Malfoys weren't supposed to cry; neither were Slytherins. And yet, there he sat, a Malfoy and a Slytherin to boot, crying over a Gryffindor, who happened to be a Mudblood.
He wanted to puke at the thought of what he was doing. But, at the same time, it felt completely right. When the girl was in his arms, his problems disappeared. That stupid Gryffindor bitch made him happy. Damn it to hell, Malfoy was going to have to curse himself to oblivion tonight because of this. A sick part of him realized how much he had enjoyed the experience. Yes, enjoyed.
Malfoy suddenly felt like he was hit with a dozen Bludgers. A sick, cold realization set in. He felt so sick he could puke.
In that instant, all the thoughts he had about Granger made sense. The reasons he started taunting her daily were explained. The weird way his stomach would lurch whenever he saw Granger was suddenly clarified. His carefully hidden obsession over the girl was easy to understand now.
He was in love with Hermione Granger.
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So there you have it. Another chapter. If anyone tried to review and it didn't send, let me know OK? My e-mail is: Bandcampreject14@aol.com! I would love to hear from you, seriously!!!
Until next time, Liz
(don't forget to review!!!)