Wow, I got a lot of reviews on that one little kiss. I think they might
have to kiss more often. But that means my mom can't read this story
anymore. Because who knows, it might become a porno. I'm happy right now,
because I'm not getting expelled! Having good grades, good attendance, and
goals helped. So I am in a very good mood. Well, anyway, read, review, and
enjoy.
Chapter 10:Confusion
Outside the library doors, Hermione stopped running. She leaned against the wall in an adjoining corridor and took a deep breath to gather her thoughts. 'What the hell just happened in there?' She thought to herself as she started walking towards the Gryffindor common room. 'You got a little snogging session going on with Draco, that's what.' Her mind thought back. 'That's so wrong, it's Malfoy! I can't want Malfoy like this.' 'And why can't you think of Draco like that?' 'Because it's Malfoy, that's why!' Her mind screamed back.
Hermione looked up and realized she was already in front of the Fat Lady's portrait. "Password?" It spoke looking at Hermione quizzically.
"Blue Moon." Hermione spoke taking a step back to allow the portrait to swing open. She stepped in looking around the familiar common room she spent 6 years of her life in. She spotted Harry and Ron playing a game of wizard's chess in the corner with Ginny watching them. Hermione found her way through the groups of Gryffindor students to her three friends.
"Hey Mione." Ginny said cheerfully, looking up from the game board.
"Hi Ginny," Hermione smiled back, "Ron, Harry."
"Hi Mione." Ron and Harry said back in unison without looking up from the chessboard.
"Who's winning?" Hermione asked somewhat interested.
"I am." Ron said proudly. "Check mate." Then he got up and did his victory dance.
"You always win Ron." Ginny said trying not to boost his ego.
"Hey Hermione, what took you away from the library?" Harry asked finally meeting Hermione's eyes with his own.
"Oh nothing," Hermione said with a smile on her face, "I just wanted a break."
"You're taking a break Mione?" Ron said with sarcastic humor. "Oh Merlin, call the Daily Profit."
"Ron, shut up, leave her alone." Ginny said trying not to crack a smile.
"So what are we going to do today, its Saturday?" Harry asked.
"Let's go to Hagrid's." Ron spoke up.
"No, let's go to the lake." Ginny added.
"The lake sounds okay." Hermione said.
"Okay, the lake then." Harry said.
They walked out of the common room and headed towards the kitchen. After grabbing a picnic basket to feed the four of them, they walked out side into the warm breeze and went to the lake.
That night, Draco sat in his room after dinner contemplating what he would do with Hermione. He knew he had a few options. He could use her and get what he wants. He could turn her evil and still get what he wants. He could forget about her. Or he could become good and keep her. He had no idea what he was going to do.
He was about to leave his room when he heard a tapping sound on his window. He walked over to his window and opened it, letting in what he recognized to be his father's owl. He untied the letter from the owl's leg. He unrolled it and read he contents.
Draco, Time is coming quickly upon us. Soon everything will be the way it should be. You will return home this Christmas and receive what is your birth rite. Do not disappoint me! Father
Draco looked at the letter a moment in shock before ripping it up. He walked out into the common room thinking, 'How dare he try to control my life. I control my life.' He stomped over to the fireplace and threw the ripped up letter into the orange flames.
"What's wrong Malfoy?" Hermione spoke up from the couch.
He turned around only to see her sitting with a book perched open on her lap. She looked so good to him. She wore a pair of midnight blue sweats and a white tank top. Her dark hair was braided down her back and he could clearly smell familiar scent, strawberries and vanilla.
"Why would you care Granger?" Draco said glaring at her.
"Don't answer a question with a question." She said not removing her gaze from Draco's eyes. "I'm serious, what's wrong?" Then she thought to herself, 'Why am I being nice to Malfoy?' 'Because you can tell he need's a friend.' 'Would he even want me as a friend?' 'You never know until you ask.' 'And how would I go about doing that?' "You could start by calling him by his first name.'
Draco looked into Hermione's face considering whether or not he could tell her. 'What would happen if I told her? How would she react? Does she need to know? Would this benefit me? Does she even care?' He thought to himself wondering what to do. He was brought out of his thoughts by Hermione's voice.
"Draco, what's wrong?" She asked him with concern written all over her.
'She said my name." He thought that that was the best word he had ever heard uttered before. Just hearing her speak his name brought a tingle.
"It's just family bull shit." Draco said sitting down next to Hermione on the couch.
There was a long quiet silence while they both kept to their thoughts. There was so much tension and anxiety in the room that it could have been cut by a knife. Hermione decided that silence wasn't golden.
"So," She started not knowing what else to say. "Why haven't I seen Pansy in here at all."
"I hate Pansy." He said with a plain disgusted look on his face. "I hate her annoying little voice, her annoying shrunken brain, and just her period."
"Oh, so what, you guys brake up or something?"
"We were never together. But my father approved of her, and she just assumed I was hers. It was like I had no say in my life."
"Oh." Hermione said again at a loss for words. She didn't think this was how Draco thought about his life. It seems he really doesn't like it at all. Not knowing what else to say, she said, "Well, it's late I'm going to bed." She started to get up before she felt Draco grabs her arm to stop her.
Looking into her face he spoke, "Why do you always run away?" He asked. He looked down at the floor before looking into her eyes. "Especially when I'm being nice."
Hermione stood there dumbstruck. He was right, he was actually being nice. She looked into his eyes with the familiar feeling returning to her body. She looked at his mouth and noticed him lick his lips. She felt more of the strange feeling return. It created a shiver throughout her entire body begging for those lips.
Draco was looking into her whole face when he licked his lips. He noticed that a second later Hermione bit her lip in thought. He couldn't take this; he wanted her too much.
He stood up and leaned against Hermione who was slowly starting to slouch into the couch. He put his arms around her back and held her up to him. He brought one hand up to stroke her cheeks while she stared, mouth slightly ajar, into his face. He bought his lips closer to their destination and soon had his lips lightly brushing hers. She reached her hands up to intertwine around his neck.
He lightly brushed his lips across hers again and heard the slight moan she gave off. It was all he needed to proceed with his ministrations. He let his mouth linger over hers as he lightly toughed them with his tongue begging for entrance. When her mouth opened to receive him she lightly massaged his tongue with hers. She heard him groan and that noise was enough to make her moan.
He stopped kissing her mouth and heard her whimper without the touch. He quickly brought his lip to her throat and tenderly kissed it leaving a trail of slightly wet kisses to her ear. He heard he moan again as he started to gently tug on her earlobe. He left her neck to kiss her once again on the mouth. He brought his hand to make lazy circles on her side while he slowly inched upward. The kiss was passionate and filled with the lust they both shared.
Draco stopped the kiss before it got too far. He regretted it when he looked into her unsatisfied face. But he knew he was right. He didn't know what he was going to do with his life yet, and he didn't want to do anything that might cause her pain. He just cared about her somehow and he couldn't explain it.
"Look, we better stop." He said as soon as he caught his breath.
She looked at him quizzically before asking the question that had been bothering her. "Why?"
"Why what?" He asked with confusion evident in his voice.
"Why everything?" She said. "Why this, why now, why us, why everything?"
"In all honesty Hermione." He said leaving a slight pause. "I really don't know. I just know that I don't want to make you regret anything."
"Its okay." She spoke looking up into Draco's silver eyes that seemed to be tainted with a new sparkle. "But I guess that now we need to go to bed."
"Yeah, that would be a good idea."
They both walked to their respected rooms and fell asleep thinking about each other.
Chapter 10:Confusion
Outside the library doors, Hermione stopped running. She leaned against the wall in an adjoining corridor and took a deep breath to gather her thoughts. 'What the hell just happened in there?' She thought to herself as she started walking towards the Gryffindor common room. 'You got a little snogging session going on with Draco, that's what.' Her mind thought back. 'That's so wrong, it's Malfoy! I can't want Malfoy like this.' 'And why can't you think of Draco like that?' 'Because it's Malfoy, that's why!' Her mind screamed back.
Hermione looked up and realized she was already in front of the Fat Lady's portrait. "Password?" It spoke looking at Hermione quizzically.
"Blue Moon." Hermione spoke taking a step back to allow the portrait to swing open. She stepped in looking around the familiar common room she spent 6 years of her life in. She spotted Harry and Ron playing a game of wizard's chess in the corner with Ginny watching them. Hermione found her way through the groups of Gryffindor students to her three friends.
"Hey Mione." Ginny said cheerfully, looking up from the game board.
"Hi Ginny," Hermione smiled back, "Ron, Harry."
"Hi Mione." Ron and Harry said back in unison without looking up from the chessboard.
"Who's winning?" Hermione asked somewhat interested.
"I am." Ron said proudly. "Check mate." Then he got up and did his victory dance.
"You always win Ron." Ginny said trying not to boost his ego.
"Hey Hermione, what took you away from the library?" Harry asked finally meeting Hermione's eyes with his own.
"Oh nothing," Hermione said with a smile on her face, "I just wanted a break."
"You're taking a break Mione?" Ron said with sarcastic humor. "Oh Merlin, call the Daily Profit."
"Ron, shut up, leave her alone." Ginny said trying not to crack a smile.
"So what are we going to do today, its Saturday?" Harry asked.
"Let's go to Hagrid's." Ron spoke up.
"No, let's go to the lake." Ginny added.
"The lake sounds okay." Hermione said.
"Okay, the lake then." Harry said.
They walked out of the common room and headed towards the kitchen. After grabbing a picnic basket to feed the four of them, they walked out side into the warm breeze and went to the lake.
That night, Draco sat in his room after dinner contemplating what he would do with Hermione. He knew he had a few options. He could use her and get what he wants. He could turn her evil and still get what he wants. He could forget about her. Or he could become good and keep her. He had no idea what he was going to do.
He was about to leave his room when he heard a tapping sound on his window. He walked over to his window and opened it, letting in what he recognized to be his father's owl. He untied the letter from the owl's leg. He unrolled it and read he contents.
Draco, Time is coming quickly upon us. Soon everything will be the way it should be. You will return home this Christmas and receive what is your birth rite. Do not disappoint me! Father
Draco looked at the letter a moment in shock before ripping it up. He walked out into the common room thinking, 'How dare he try to control my life. I control my life.' He stomped over to the fireplace and threw the ripped up letter into the orange flames.
"What's wrong Malfoy?" Hermione spoke up from the couch.
He turned around only to see her sitting with a book perched open on her lap. She looked so good to him. She wore a pair of midnight blue sweats and a white tank top. Her dark hair was braided down her back and he could clearly smell familiar scent, strawberries and vanilla.
"Why would you care Granger?" Draco said glaring at her.
"Don't answer a question with a question." She said not removing her gaze from Draco's eyes. "I'm serious, what's wrong?" Then she thought to herself, 'Why am I being nice to Malfoy?' 'Because you can tell he need's a friend.' 'Would he even want me as a friend?' 'You never know until you ask.' 'And how would I go about doing that?' "You could start by calling him by his first name.'
Draco looked into Hermione's face considering whether or not he could tell her. 'What would happen if I told her? How would she react? Does she need to know? Would this benefit me? Does she even care?' He thought to himself wondering what to do. He was brought out of his thoughts by Hermione's voice.
"Draco, what's wrong?" She asked him with concern written all over her.
'She said my name." He thought that that was the best word he had ever heard uttered before. Just hearing her speak his name brought a tingle.
"It's just family bull shit." Draco said sitting down next to Hermione on the couch.
There was a long quiet silence while they both kept to their thoughts. There was so much tension and anxiety in the room that it could have been cut by a knife. Hermione decided that silence wasn't golden.
"So," She started not knowing what else to say. "Why haven't I seen Pansy in here at all."
"I hate Pansy." He said with a plain disgusted look on his face. "I hate her annoying little voice, her annoying shrunken brain, and just her period."
"Oh, so what, you guys brake up or something?"
"We were never together. But my father approved of her, and she just assumed I was hers. It was like I had no say in my life."
"Oh." Hermione said again at a loss for words. She didn't think this was how Draco thought about his life. It seems he really doesn't like it at all. Not knowing what else to say, she said, "Well, it's late I'm going to bed." She started to get up before she felt Draco grabs her arm to stop her.
Looking into her face he spoke, "Why do you always run away?" He asked. He looked down at the floor before looking into her eyes. "Especially when I'm being nice."
Hermione stood there dumbstruck. He was right, he was actually being nice. She looked into his eyes with the familiar feeling returning to her body. She looked at his mouth and noticed him lick his lips. She felt more of the strange feeling return. It created a shiver throughout her entire body begging for those lips.
Draco was looking into her whole face when he licked his lips. He noticed that a second later Hermione bit her lip in thought. He couldn't take this; he wanted her too much.
He stood up and leaned against Hermione who was slowly starting to slouch into the couch. He put his arms around her back and held her up to him. He brought one hand up to stroke her cheeks while she stared, mouth slightly ajar, into his face. He bought his lips closer to their destination and soon had his lips lightly brushing hers. She reached her hands up to intertwine around his neck.
He lightly brushed his lips across hers again and heard the slight moan she gave off. It was all he needed to proceed with his ministrations. He let his mouth linger over hers as he lightly toughed them with his tongue begging for entrance. When her mouth opened to receive him she lightly massaged his tongue with hers. She heard him groan and that noise was enough to make her moan.
He stopped kissing her mouth and heard her whimper without the touch. He quickly brought his lip to her throat and tenderly kissed it leaving a trail of slightly wet kisses to her ear. He heard he moan again as he started to gently tug on her earlobe. He left her neck to kiss her once again on the mouth. He brought his hand to make lazy circles on her side while he slowly inched upward. The kiss was passionate and filled with the lust they both shared.
Draco stopped the kiss before it got too far. He regretted it when he looked into her unsatisfied face. But he knew he was right. He didn't know what he was going to do with his life yet, and he didn't want to do anything that might cause her pain. He just cared about her somehow and he couldn't explain it.
"Look, we better stop." He said as soon as he caught his breath.
She looked at him quizzically before asking the question that had been bothering her. "Why?"
"Why what?" He asked with confusion evident in his voice.
"Why everything?" She said. "Why this, why now, why us, why everything?"
"In all honesty Hermione." He said leaving a slight pause. "I really don't know. I just know that I don't want to make you regret anything."
"Its okay." She spoke looking up into Draco's silver eyes that seemed to be tainted with a new sparkle. "But I guess that now we need to go to bed."
"Yeah, that would be a good idea."
They both walked to their respected rooms and fell asleep thinking about each other.