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Chapter nine: Small hands and pouty lips
For the past three weeks Hermione and Draco had been ignoring each other. They never spoke to each other unless they had to. And they kept their distance also.
Hermione had been spending all her time with her two best friends Ron and Harry. In the Gryffindor common room she would watch them play chess, maybe join in on a game of exploding snaps, and she also attended their quiditch (A/N: Is that how you spell it?) practices. When she wasn't with them she was in the library reading a book or studying for classes.
She thought back to what she had told Draco weeks earlier. 'Maybe I was a little harsh to say those things to him.' She thought to herself. 'He needed to know.' 'Why do I even care, he's a death eater anyway.' 'You just do, who knows why?' 'Only me I guess.' 'Yep.'
Hermione walked through the many bookshelves in the library looking for a book to read. She ran her finger across the books spines while checking for titles. "Let see," She said to herself. "The Truth About Werewolves, no, I don't so. Wonderful Love Potions, definite no. What's there to read in this school?" Hermione slowly but surely kept walking along the bookshelves with her finger running across every spine trying to find a book.
Standing at the end of the isle was no other than Draco Malfoy. He watched her skim through every single book looking for one that would interest her. He watched her delicate hand with its small finger touch every single spine of the books. This action some how intrigued him. He could imagine her small hands with their small fingers running over his body. Touching him and making him feel what he has never felt before. He imagined her long curly hair down and around her face. He could already see her body unclothed and sprawled on the bed, waiting for him. She would be waiting only for him.
'Get a hold of yourself, she only touching books.' 'But it's how she's touching them that makes you want her.' 'I don't want her, she's a filthy mudblood.' 'Then why the fantasy?' 'Because she's beautiful enough to turn me on with out even trying.' 'You want her.'
Hermione turned around to leave the library with no luck on finding a new book to read. Her head was still turned towards the shelves and she never noticed Draco. Draco didn't even notice she was heading his way. He was just so caught up in his thoughts about her, he didn't notice till it was to late.
Hermione stumbled into someone and was now on the floor with them. Her butt felt sore from landing on it so hard. She looked over to the person she bumped into and notice they had white blond hair, pale skin and that their deep silver eyes were staring right into her honey colored ones.
"Sorry Malfoy, I didn't see you." she said sincerely as he got up.
He reached his hand towards her in an effort to pick her up to her feet. She grabbed his hand and was getting up. She stumbled forward and fell into the arms of Draco. She looked up into his face and knew she was turning beat red from the embarrassment.
"I'm so sorry." She said quickly while still being held in his arms. "Thanks."
He looked down at her and said his simple reply. "It's okay."
He was still holding her and neither of them were letting go of each other. He realized he liked holding her and wished he could do it more often. 'I want her.' 'Now you acknowledge that fact." His mind said back teasingly.
Hermione was still looking up into Draco's eyes and she was still being held in his arms. 'Why am I not letting go?' She asked herself. 'Because you don't want to.' 'Yes, I do.' 'Then let him go.'
Try as thy might they both stayed in the same position of him holding her up with his arms. He looked into her soft beautiful face with her honey eyes, her small nose with freckles, and her pouty pink lips.
Hermione looked into Draco's face. She saw his defined bone structure, his perfect lips, and his deep silver eyes. She kept looking into his eyes and noticed that there was no malicious gleam in them. She unconsciously bit her bottom lip.
Draco stayed looking at her face wondering why he never noticed how beautiful she was years before. He noticed her bite her bottom lip and he thought 'I can't take this anymore.' 'Then do it.'
He leaned his head in closer to Hermione's. He smelled the same sweet scent that radiated off of her, strawberries and vanilla. H saw her lick and bite her lip in anticipation. He licked his lips and leaned in closer.
Their lips met gently at first each one savoring the feeling of the other. He put his hands on her waist no longer holding her up. He ran his tongue along her lips wishing for access. He was granted. He slowly probed her mouth tasting every part of it as she brought her hands up and around his neck. They kissed passionately but gently for a few minutes before they both broke apart in need of oxygen.
Hermione looked into Draco's eyes and smiled the sweetest smile he had ever seen. Then she seemed to realize exactly what had just happened and she grew panicked.
"I'm sorry Malfoy." She spoke softly looking at the floor. She looked back up into his eyes and spoke again. "But we can't do this." She ran away from him and out the library doors.
"What did I do wrong this time?" He asked himself out loud. He didn't tear his eyes away from the door hoping she would come back in and say she thought better of what she had said. He stared at the doors for almost five minutes before giving up hope. He walked toward the library doors and stepped out.
'What is going on with me?' He thought to himself. 'You like her.' 'I know.' 'See, I told you so, but no you don't listen to your own mind.' 'Shut up.'
"Drakie." Draco heard coming from a distance down the hall. 'Damn she found me.' He thought. He knew whom that annoying little voice belonged to. It was of the girl who had been stalking him since the day they met. 'GO AWAY!' He thought again.
"Draco dear, where have you been?" Pansy high pitched voice rang down the hall.
'Trying to get away from you.' He thought, but instead he said, "I was studying Pansy."
"You were studying, that's a laugh." She said and then proceeded to laugh her annoying squeal. "Drakie dear, why haven't you been looking for me? Because you know what we could do." She said trying to sound sexy and giving him hints.
"Look Pansy I got to go." Draco said turning away from her and walking.
"Draco, what the hell is the matter with you?" Pansy shrieked catching up to him. She grabbed his arm roughly and turned him to face her.
"Nothing is wrong with me." He said glaring at her. "I'm just bored of you and your sluty antics."
She stopped dead in her tracks and let go of his arm. "There's someone else isn't there?" She said scolding. "Who else have you got to become your whore?"
"No one yet, and she's not a whore like you." He said before turning around once again and taking his leave. He could hear her running away and crying. 'Thank god.' He thought to himself as he was heading back to his common room.
Chapter nine: Small hands and pouty lips
For the past three weeks Hermione and Draco had been ignoring each other. They never spoke to each other unless they had to. And they kept their distance also.
Hermione had been spending all her time with her two best friends Ron and Harry. In the Gryffindor common room she would watch them play chess, maybe join in on a game of exploding snaps, and she also attended their quiditch (A/N: Is that how you spell it?) practices. When she wasn't with them she was in the library reading a book or studying for classes.
She thought back to what she had told Draco weeks earlier. 'Maybe I was a little harsh to say those things to him.' She thought to herself. 'He needed to know.' 'Why do I even care, he's a death eater anyway.' 'You just do, who knows why?' 'Only me I guess.' 'Yep.'
Hermione walked through the many bookshelves in the library looking for a book to read. She ran her finger across the books spines while checking for titles. "Let see," She said to herself. "The Truth About Werewolves, no, I don't so. Wonderful Love Potions, definite no. What's there to read in this school?" Hermione slowly but surely kept walking along the bookshelves with her finger running across every spine trying to find a book.
Standing at the end of the isle was no other than Draco Malfoy. He watched her skim through every single book looking for one that would interest her. He watched her delicate hand with its small finger touch every single spine of the books. This action some how intrigued him. He could imagine her small hands with their small fingers running over his body. Touching him and making him feel what he has never felt before. He imagined her long curly hair down and around her face. He could already see her body unclothed and sprawled on the bed, waiting for him. She would be waiting only for him.
'Get a hold of yourself, she only touching books.' 'But it's how she's touching them that makes you want her.' 'I don't want her, she's a filthy mudblood.' 'Then why the fantasy?' 'Because she's beautiful enough to turn me on with out even trying.' 'You want her.'
Hermione turned around to leave the library with no luck on finding a new book to read. Her head was still turned towards the shelves and she never noticed Draco. Draco didn't even notice she was heading his way. He was just so caught up in his thoughts about her, he didn't notice till it was to late.
Hermione stumbled into someone and was now on the floor with them. Her butt felt sore from landing on it so hard. She looked over to the person she bumped into and notice they had white blond hair, pale skin and that their deep silver eyes were staring right into her honey colored ones.
"Sorry Malfoy, I didn't see you." she said sincerely as he got up.
He reached his hand towards her in an effort to pick her up to her feet. She grabbed his hand and was getting up. She stumbled forward and fell into the arms of Draco. She looked up into his face and knew she was turning beat red from the embarrassment.
"I'm so sorry." She said quickly while still being held in his arms. "Thanks."
He looked down at her and said his simple reply. "It's okay."
He was still holding her and neither of them were letting go of each other. He realized he liked holding her and wished he could do it more often. 'I want her.' 'Now you acknowledge that fact." His mind said back teasingly.
Hermione was still looking up into Draco's eyes and she was still being held in his arms. 'Why am I not letting go?' She asked herself. 'Because you don't want to.' 'Yes, I do.' 'Then let him go.'
Try as thy might they both stayed in the same position of him holding her up with his arms. He looked into her soft beautiful face with her honey eyes, her small nose with freckles, and her pouty pink lips.
Hermione looked into Draco's face. She saw his defined bone structure, his perfect lips, and his deep silver eyes. She kept looking into his eyes and noticed that there was no malicious gleam in them. She unconsciously bit her bottom lip.
Draco stayed looking at her face wondering why he never noticed how beautiful she was years before. He noticed her bite her bottom lip and he thought 'I can't take this anymore.' 'Then do it.'
He leaned his head in closer to Hermione's. He smelled the same sweet scent that radiated off of her, strawberries and vanilla. H saw her lick and bite her lip in anticipation. He licked his lips and leaned in closer.
Their lips met gently at first each one savoring the feeling of the other. He put his hands on her waist no longer holding her up. He ran his tongue along her lips wishing for access. He was granted. He slowly probed her mouth tasting every part of it as she brought her hands up and around his neck. They kissed passionately but gently for a few minutes before they both broke apart in need of oxygen.
Hermione looked into Draco's eyes and smiled the sweetest smile he had ever seen. Then she seemed to realize exactly what had just happened and she grew panicked.
"I'm sorry Malfoy." She spoke softly looking at the floor. She looked back up into his eyes and spoke again. "But we can't do this." She ran away from him and out the library doors.
"What did I do wrong this time?" He asked himself out loud. He didn't tear his eyes away from the door hoping she would come back in and say she thought better of what she had said. He stared at the doors for almost five minutes before giving up hope. He walked toward the library doors and stepped out.
'What is going on with me?' He thought to himself. 'You like her.' 'I know.' 'See, I told you so, but no you don't listen to your own mind.' 'Shut up.'
"Drakie." Draco heard coming from a distance down the hall. 'Damn she found me.' He thought. He knew whom that annoying little voice belonged to. It was of the girl who had been stalking him since the day they met. 'GO AWAY!' He thought again.
"Draco dear, where have you been?" Pansy high pitched voice rang down the hall.
'Trying to get away from you.' He thought, but instead he said, "I was studying Pansy."
"You were studying, that's a laugh." She said and then proceeded to laugh her annoying squeal. "Drakie dear, why haven't you been looking for me? Because you know what we could do." She said trying to sound sexy and giving him hints.
"Look Pansy I got to go." Draco said turning away from her and walking.
"Draco, what the hell is the matter with you?" Pansy shrieked catching up to him. She grabbed his arm roughly and turned him to face her.
"Nothing is wrong with me." He said glaring at her. "I'm just bored of you and your sluty antics."
She stopped dead in her tracks and let go of his arm. "There's someone else isn't there?" She said scolding. "Who else have you got to become your whore?"
"No one yet, and she's not a whore like you." He said before turning around once again and taking his leave. He could hear her running away and crying. 'Thank god.' He thought to himself as he was heading back to his common room.