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"Yes, we kissed," Hermione said stubbornly, sticking her chin out. "Is there a crime against that?"
"But it's MALFOY," Ron said weakly. "You know, that Slytherin scum that is always calling you a mudblood?"
"I know very well who he is, Ron," Hermione said coldly.
"YOU DON'T ACT LIKE IT. THIS IS THE GUY WHO HAS TEASED YOU FOR 6 YEARS, HERMIONE. THIS IS MALFOY."
Ron glanced at Harry for support, but Harry shook his head. "Hermione knows what she's doing."
Ron started to turn red in the face. "SO YOU'RE JUST GOING TO LET HER SNOG MALFOY?"
"Ron, calm down!" Hermione said sharply. "It was a three second kiss. Nothing to worry about." She left out the other kiss, not wanting to make Ron madder than he already was.
"Besides," Hermione said thoughtfully. "I was sleeping when he did it."
"YOU WERE SLEEPING?!" Ron said, laughing madly. "WHERE, MIGHT I ASK?"
When Hermione did not answer, Ron continued his rant.
"Not in his bedroom...you didn't Hermione..."
"Of course not!" Hermione shouted. "It was in the library."
Harry looked relieved, as did Ron.
"Well, I'm a bit tired," Hermione said wearily. "I'm heading to bed. See you all in the morning."
"Hermione and Draco," Harry said, shaking his head in wonder. "Who would of thought?"
Harry saw that Ron was looking miserable. Harry knew how he felt, because he had experienced some of the same emotions dealing with Cho Chang.
"Don't worry, mate!" Harry said, patting Ron on the back. "Maybe you can win her back?"
Ron laughed humorlessly. "Harry, compare me to Malfoy. He's rich, I'm not. He's handsome, I'm not. He's popular, I'm not. It's not hard to guess who Hermione will choose."
Ron bade Harry a good night and left for the dormitory. Harry sat alone on a couch, watching flames dance in the fireplace.
"I think Hermione will choose the guy that's right for her," Harry whispered to himself.
*
Hermione couldn't sleep. She tossed and turned in her bed, while images of Malfoy flashed across her mind.
Suddenly, Hermione saw nothing but blackness. Then a dream came to her.
***
"I don't love you Hermione," Draco said, looking sad.
"What is it then?" she asked him, eyes filling with tears.
"Lust. I want you," Draco replied.
"But I love you, Draco!" Hermione cried, tears spilling down her face.
"I can give you lust, but I can't give you love."
***
Hermione woke up, sweating. Was it a vision? A sign? Or just an ordinary dream?
As she closed her eyes, Hermione couldn't help feeling that there was something about that dream that would come back and haunt her.
*
Hermione sat in the common room waiting anxiously for Ron and Harry. She wanted to hurry and get to breakfast so she could see Malfoy.
"Are you guys coming or not?!" Hermione shouted.
"We're coming..." muttered Harry as he and Ron hobbled down the staircase rubbing their eyes.
"I thought you hated breakfast?" Ron mumbled to Hermione.
"Breakfast is the most important meal of the day. I love breakfast!" Hermione replied.
*
"Food!" Ron said happily. Gallons of plates had appeared, with crisp bacon, scrambled eggs, buttered toast...
Ron sat down and immediately started shoving food in his face, as did Harry. Hermione flipped her brown hair and searched the Great Hall for Malfoy.
"I wonder where he is..." she mumbled.
"Wonder where who is?" Ron asked suspiciously.
"I said I wonder where my appetite is. After watching you eat my appetite ran away," Hermione retorted.
Ron just shrugged and turned back to his food. Hermione liked his fiery red hair, and tall body build, but was he anything compared to Malfoy?
Hermione looked toward the Slytherin table and finally spotted Malfoy. His blonde hair was slicked back; his gray eyes open and alert.
His gray eyes met Hermione's brown ones, and for once she saw warmth and happiness in his. He motioned for her to join him, and she nodded back, smiling brightly.
"I'm going to go eat with Draco," Hermione told Ron and Harry.
"Eat - eat with - MALFOY?" Ron sputtered.
"Are you sure about this, Hermione? What will people think?" Harry asked wearily.
"They'll think that Malfoy and I enjoy each other's company," Hermione replied briskly.
"They'll think more than that...," Ron said darkly.
"Oh Ron," Hermione said sadly. "No one is going to think that! Everyone knows I'm smarter than that."
"Hermione, you don't know how people think!" Ron said.
"I know how you two think," Hermione replied. "And you are the only two - especially you Ron - that think like that."
"Hermione," Harry said urgently. "Just watch out for Pansy. She really likes Malfoy and I reckon she'll be peeved if you try to move in on her territory."
Hermione smiled at Harry, happy to see that he cared. "I can take care of myself," she informed them, and walked off to the Slytherin table.
"Budge up!" Malfoy said to Crabbe and Goyle as Hermione approached him.
"Morning, 'Mione," Draco said.
Hermione grinned. "Hello Draco."
Hermione sat down close to Draco. She liked feeling his warmth, smelling his cologne.
"Muffin?" Draco asked politely, holding out a chocolate chip muffin. He had gotten the inside information from one of Hermione's fellow Gryffindors that she loves muffins. Especially chocolate chip.
"I love chocolate chip muffins!" Hermione exclaimed.
Draco grinned. He was luring Hermione in, and she was falling for it.
"How did you know that?" Hermione asked, her brown eyes narrowed in suspicion.
"Know what?" Draco asked sweetly.
"Nothing..." Hermione replied.
"So how was your sleep?" Draco inquired.
"Now that you mention it, I had the most peculiar dream," Hermione said, remembering. "It was about us - Draco?"
Malfoy was looking to his right, frowning. Hermione turned to see whom it was.
"Not Pansy," Draco muttered under his breath.
Hermione turned back to her muffin, not caring about Pansy. She wasn't a threat and there was nothing Pansy could do to her.
"Get your filthy self away from this table," Pansy growled. Her plan was working too well...Malfoy actually looked mildly interested in Hermione.
"Excuse me?" Hermione asked bitterly.
"I said," Pansy said through her clenched teeth. "To get away from our table, you dirty mudblood!" With those words spoken, Pansy grabbed Hermione's shoulders and threw her on the ground.
Hermione, surprised by the sudden attack, fell on the ground her. Pain registered on her face, and tears of anger began to form in her eyes.
Malfoy jumped up, 6 years of Pansy-hatred running through his veins.
"APOLIGIZE TO HERMIONE!" he shouted.
All the talking stopped. Every pair of eyes was on Hermione, Draco, and Pansy, all of them watching anxiously to see what was happening. Professor McGonagall stood up, but Dumbledore motioned for her to remain seated.
"Let the students sort it out among themselves," Albus said firmly.
"Albus, I must object!" Minerva protested. "I do not want this to get out of hand!"
"It will end in a few moments, Minerva. Then you can punish Pansy however you wish," Dumbledore added, his eyes twinkling.
"What did you say?" Pansy hissed at Malfoy.
Draco pulled out his wand and held it right at Pansy's face. She paled and stepped backwards. Pansy turned to run but was caught by four muscular arms. She looked at Crabbe and Goyle (they grabbed her) and then at Draco.
"I'm sorry," she mumbled.
"What?" Draco asked mockingly, holding a hand to his ear. "Speak up Pansy!"
"I SAID I'M SORRY!" she screamed. "THERE! SATISFIED?! I apologized to your precious Granger!"
Pansy spat on one of Malfoy's shoes, tore out of Crabbe and Goyle's hold, and stormed out of the Great Hall.
Draco ran over to where Hermione was laying and offered a hand, but she refused.
"I don't need you to fight my battles, Malfoy!" Hermione said, annoyed. "You needn't try to be my knight in shining armor."
"'Mione..." Draco said weakly.
"Here's your muffin back!" Hermione shouted, thrusting the half-eaten muffin into Malfoy's hand. And then she stalked off, leaving Draco standing alone.
He ran a hand through his blonde hair and sighed. Then he took a bite of the muffin and dashed off after Hermione.
After just a few moments of jogging, Draco found Hermione sitting on a bench outside. She was gazing at the pale sunrise, the wind blowing her long, brown hair. He sat down next to her, waiting for her to speak.
"Draco..." Hermione said sadly. "I don't know if it is going to work between us."
Draco put his arm around Hermione, and she responded by snuggling close to him.
"What makes you say that?" he asked curiously.
Hermione bit her lip and decided to tell Draco about the dream.
"Is that it?" Draco asked, laughing. "It was a dream 'Mione. Nothing but a dream."
"Do you love me?" Hermione questioned.
"Do you love me?" Draco countered.
Hermione sat for a moment, contemplating.
"No," she confessed softly. "I don't."
"Nor do I love you," Draco whispered. "We haven't spent enough time together to fall in love."
Hermione smiled slightly. "I don't love you, but I really like you."
Draco leaned forward and kissed her. He pressed his lips hard against hers, and forced her mouth open with his tongue. They were both enjoying themselves until...
"Hermione?!" Ron shouted.
A/N: Chapter five is done! *claps* I hope you all like it :D I'm not very good at righting kissing scenes, but I try. Keep reviewing if you want more! I'm slowly getting more reviews and it pleases me to see that everyone likes my story so much. Even if I don't have a ton of reviews, I'll keep writing because there are people who really like this story xD Like Jay for instance, rofl. Anyway, I'm going to start working on chapter six right away!
Oh yes, being the idiot I am, would someone kindly inform me on what 'rn' means?
"Yes, we kissed," Hermione said stubbornly, sticking her chin out. "Is there a crime against that?"
"But it's MALFOY," Ron said weakly. "You know, that Slytherin scum that is always calling you a mudblood?"
"I know very well who he is, Ron," Hermione said coldly.
"YOU DON'T ACT LIKE IT. THIS IS THE GUY WHO HAS TEASED YOU FOR 6 YEARS, HERMIONE. THIS IS MALFOY."
Ron glanced at Harry for support, but Harry shook his head. "Hermione knows what she's doing."
Ron started to turn red in the face. "SO YOU'RE JUST GOING TO LET HER SNOG MALFOY?"
"Ron, calm down!" Hermione said sharply. "It was a three second kiss. Nothing to worry about." She left out the other kiss, not wanting to make Ron madder than he already was.
"Besides," Hermione said thoughtfully. "I was sleeping when he did it."
"YOU WERE SLEEPING?!" Ron said, laughing madly. "WHERE, MIGHT I ASK?"
When Hermione did not answer, Ron continued his rant.
"Not in his bedroom...you didn't Hermione..."
"Of course not!" Hermione shouted. "It was in the library."
Harry looked relieved, as did Ron.
"Well, I'm a bit tired," Hermione said wearily. "I'm heading to bed. See you all in the morning."
"Hermione and Draco," Harry said, shaking his head in wonder. "Who would of thought?"
Harry saw that Ron was looking miserable. Harry knew how he felt, because he had experienced some of the same emotions dealing with Cho Chang.
"Don't worry, mate!" Harry said, patting Ron on the back. "Maybe you can win her back?"
Ron laughed humorlessly. "Harry, compare me to Malfoy. He's rich, I'm not. He's handsome, I'm not. He's popular, I'm not. It's not hard to guess who Hermione will choose."
Ron bade Harry a good night and left for the dormitory. Harry sat alone on a couch, watching flames dance in the fireplace.
"I think Hermione will choose the guy that's right for her," Harry whispered to himself.
*
Hermione couldn't sleep. She tossed and turned in her bed, while images of Malfoy flashed across her mind.
Suddenly, Hermione saw nothing but blackness. Then a dream came to her.
***
"I don't love you Hermione," Draco said, looking sad.
"What is it then?" she asked him, eyes filling with tears.
"Lust. I want you," Draco replied.
"But I love you, Draco!" Hermione cried, tears spilling down her face.
"I can give you lust, but I can't give you love."
***
Hermione woke up, sweating. Was it a vision? A sign? Or just an ordinary dream?
As she closed her eyes, Hermione couldn't help feeling that there was something about that dream that would come back and haunt her.
*
Hermione sat in the common room waiting anxiously for Ron and Harry. She wanted to hurry and get to breakfast so she could see Malfoy.
"Are you guys coming or not?!" Hermione shouted.
"We're coming..." muttered Harry as he and Ron hobbled down the staircase rubbing their eyes.
"I thought you hated breakfast?" Ron mumbled to Hermione.
"Breakfast is the most important meal of the day. I love breakfast!" Hermione replied.
*
"Food!" Ron said happily. Gallons of plates had appeared, with crisp bacon, scrambled eggs, buttered toast...
Ron sat down and immediately started shoving food in his face, as did Harry. Hermione flipped her brown hair and searched the Great Hall for Malfoy.
"I wonder where he is..." she mumbled.
"Wonder where who is?" Ron asked suspiciously.
"I said I wonder where my appetite is. After watching you eat my appetite ran away," Hermione retorted.
Ron just shrugged and turned back to his food. Hermione liked his fiery red hair, and tall body build, but was he anything compared to Malfoy?
Hermione looked toward the Slytherin table and finally spotted Malfoy. His blonde hair was slicked back; his gray eyes open and alert.
His gray eyes met Hermione's brown ones, and for once she saw warmth and happiness in his. He motioned for her to join him, and she nodded back, smiling brightly.
"I'm going to go eat with Draco," Hermione told Ron and Harry.
"Eat - eat with - MALFOY?" Ron sputtered.
"Are you sure about this, Hermione? What will people think?" Harry asked wearily.
"They'll think that Malfoy and I enjoy each other's company," Hermione replied briskly.
"They'll think more than that...," Ron said darkly.
"Oh Ron," Hermione said sadly. "No one is going to think that! Everyone knows I'm smarter than that."
"Hermione, you don't know how people think!" Ron said.
"I know how you two think," Hermione replied. "And you are the only two - especially you Ron - that think like that."
"Hermione," Harry said urgently. "Just watch out for Pansy. She really likes Malfoy and I reckon she'll be peeved if you try to move in on her territory."
Hermione smiled at Harry, happy to see that he cared. "I can take care of myself," she informed them, and walked off to the Slytherin table.
"Budge up!" Malfoy said to Crabbe and Goyle as Hermione approached him.
"Morning, 'Mione," Draco said.
Hermione grinned. "Hello Draco."
Hermione sat down close to Draco. She liked feeling his warmth, smelling his cologne.
"Muffin?" Draco asked politely, holding out a chocolate chip muffin. He had gotten the inside information from one of Hermione's fellow Gryffindors that she loves muffins. Especially chocolate chip.
"I love chocolate chip muffins!" Hermione exclaimed.
Draco grinned. He was luring Hermione in, and she was falling for it.
"How did you know that?" Hermione asked, her brown eyes narrowed in suspicion.
"Know what?" Draco asked sweetly.
"Nothing..." Hermione replied.
"So how was your sleep?" Draco inquired.
"Now that you mention it, I had the most peculiar dream," Hermione said, remembering. "It was about us - Draco?"
Malfoy was looking to his right, frowning. Hermione turned to see whom it was.
"Not Pansy," Draco muttered under his breath.
Hermione turned back to her muffin, not caring about Pansy. She wasn't a threat and there was nothing Pansy could do to her.
"Get your filthy self away from this table," Pansy growled. Her plan was working too well...Malfoy actually looked mildly interested in Hermione.
"Excuse me?" Hermione asked bitterly.
"I said," Pansy said through her clenched teeth. "To get away from our table, you dirty mudblood!" With those words spoken, Pansy grabbed Hermione's shoulders and threw her on the ground.
Hermione, surprised by the sudden attack, fell on the ground her. Pain registered on her face, and tears of anger began to form in her eyes.
Malfoy jumped up, 6 years of Pansy-hatred running through his veins.
"APOLIGIZE TO HERMIONE!" he shouted.
All the talking stopped. Every pair of eyes was on Hermione, Draco, and Pansy, all of them watching anxiously to see what was happening. Professor McGonagall stood up, but Dumbledore motioned for her to remain seated.
"Let the students sort it out among themselves," Albus said firmly.
"Albus, I must object!" Minerva protested. "I do not want this to get out of hand!"
"It will end in a few moments, Minerva. Then you can punish Pansy however you wish," Dumbledore added, his eyes twinkling.
"What did you say?" Pansy hissed at Malfoy.
Draco pulled out his wand and held it right at Pansy's face. She paled and stepped backwards. Pansy turned to run but was caught by four muscular arms. She looked at Crabbe and Goyle (they grabbed her) and then at Draco.
"I'm sorry," she mumbled.
"What?" Draco asked mockingly, holding a hand to his ear. "Speak up Pansy!"
"I SAID I'M SORRY!" she screamed. "THERE! SATISFIED?! I apologized to your precious Granger!"
Pansy spat on one of Malfoy's shoes, tore out of Crabbe and Goyle's hold, and stormed out of the Great Hall.
Draco ran over to where Hermione was laying and offered a hand, but she refused.
"I don't need you to fight my battles, Malfoy!" Hermione said, annoyed. "You needn't try to be my knight in shining armor."
"'Mione..." Draco said weakly.
"Here's your muffin back!" Hermione shouted, thrusting the half-eaten muffin into Malfoy's hand. And then she stalked off, leaving Draco standing alone.
He ran a hand through his blonde hair and sighed. Then he took a bite of the muffin and dashed off after Hermione.
After just a few moments of jogging, Draco found Hermione sitting on a bench outside. She was gazing at the pale sunrise, the wind blowing her long, brown hair. He sat down next to her, waiting for her to speak.
"Draco..." Hermione said sadly. "I don't know if it is going to work between us."
Draco put his arm around Hermione, and she responded by snuggling close to him.
"What makes you say that?" he asked curiously.
Hermione bit her lip and decided to tell Draco about the dream.
"Is that it?" Draco asked, laughing. "It was a dream 'Mione. Nothing but a dream."
"Do you love me?" Hermione questioned.
"Do you love me?" Draco countered.
Hermione sat for a moment, contemplating.
"No," she confessed softly. "I don't."
"Nor do I love you," Draco whispered. "We haven't spent enough time together to fall in love."
Hermione smiled slightly. "I don't love you, but I really like you."
Draco leaned forward and kissed her. He pressed his lips hard against hers, and forced her mouth open with his tongue. They were both enjoying themselves until...
"Hermione?!" Ron shouted.
A/N: Chapter five is done! *claps* I hope you all like it :D I'm not very good at righting kissing scenes, but I try. Keep reviewing if you want more! I'm slowly getting more reviews and it pleases me to see that everyone likes my story so much. Even if I don't have a ton of reviews, I'll keep writing because there are people who really like this story xD Like Jay for instance, rofl. Anyway, I'm going to start working on chapter six right away!
Oh yes, being the idiot I am, would someone kindly inform me on what 'rn' means?