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Chapter 2: Shared Denial
" Just what in the bloody hell had happened in there?" Draco thought. His mind kept flashing the all too vivid glimpse he had gotten earlier of Hermione, gloriously naked before the fire. "I'm only human. I wasn't really looking. It was right in front of me. It's not like I like the filthy mudblood." These thoughts streamed steadily through his guilty head. But in the end his conscience wouldn't let him rest. He felt himself becoming flushed every time he thought of the moment passed. His sheer humiliation at having become excited from her left him no choice but to make a hasty retreat back to his room.
At least she hadn't noticed the overly evident erection she had caused. That would have been devastating. "Granger slut" he said to himself. Though deep in his heart he knew that statement to be untrue. The only fault that Hermione possessed was that she was naive. She probably had no idea that a light or fire behind such flimsy fabric would cause it to seem see through to any viewer. "Damn". Just dwelling on the thought made his heart start pumping. Draco decided that a cold shower was probably in order if he wanted to sleep again tonight.
With a new fantasy firmly hidden deep in his subconscious Draco made his way to the joining bathroom.
Before finally slipping into sleep Draco's mind beheld one last image. A tear streaked face full of surprise, soft brown hair, and even softer brown eyes. He dreamt of kissing away the tears, of holding a slightly curvy body pressed against his as he soothed all fears. He dreamt he was a hero, for at least one person. Waking a few hours later he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he had dreamt of Hermione.
Confusion and resignation flared in him. He would ignore this ridiculous hormone induced dream, naming it as only that - hormone induced. He was stressed lately and had not had the time to purge himself of his built up tensions. Deciding that must be the cause, as it couldn't possible be any kind of budding feelings for the Granger girl.
Draco's lighthearted mood dramatically increased once he had made his somewhat biased conclusion. With an easier mind he hastily dressed himself in his newly acquired robes, and taking a deep breath he headed down for breakfast.
Hermioine, in the other room, was busy telling herself a totally different lie. She had relived the night over and over and had settled for It was just a play of the light. Draco never shows emotions so I must have imagined it. I am just exhausted. In her sleep deprived mind the excuse made perfect sense. After all, she hadn't been sleeping soundly with her nightmares returning every other night.
"Yes, that has to be it. It is the only logical explanation." She muttered to her reflection in the mirror. Feeling better with every heartbeat she dressed in her Gryffindor robes, dismissed the nocturnal meeting, and headed to breakfast, where Harry and Ron were waiting.
Chapter 2: Shared Denial
" Just what in the bloody hell had happened in there?" Draco thought. His mind kept flashing the all too vivid glimpse he had gotten earlier of Hermione, gloriously naked before the fire. "I'm only human. I wasn't really looking. It was right in front of me. It's not like I like the filthy mudblood." These thoughts streamed steadily through his guilty head. But in the end his conscience wouldn't let him rest. He felt himself becoming flushed every time he thought of the moment passed. His sheer humiliation at having become excited from her left him no choice but to make a hasty retreat back to his room.
At least she hadn't noticed the overly evident erection she had caused. That would have been devastating. "Granger slut" he said to himself. Though deep in his heart he knew that statement to be untrue. The only fault that Hermione possessed was that she was naive. She probably had no idea that a light or fire behind such flimsy fabric would cause it to seem see through to any viewer. "Damn". Just dwelling on the thought made his heart start pumping. Draco decided that a cold shower was probably in order if he wanted to sleep again tonight.
With a new fantasy firmly hidden deep in his subconscious Draco made his way to the joining bathroom.
Before finally slipping into sleep Draco's mind beheld one last image. A tear streaked face full of surprise, soft brown hair, and even softer brown eyes. He dreamt of kissing away the tears, of holding a slightly curvy body pressed against his as he soothed all fears. He dreamt he was a hero, for at least one person. Waking a few hours later he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he had dreamt of Hermione.
Confusion and resignation flared in him. He would ignore this ridiculous hormone induced dream, naming it as only that - hormone induced. He was stressed lately and had not had the time to purge himself of his built up tensions. Deciding that must be the cause, as it couldn't possible be any kind of budding feelings for the Granger girl.
Draco's lighthearted mood dramatically increased once he had made his somewhat biased conclusion. With an easier mind he hastily dressed himself in his newly acquired robes, and taking a deep breath he headed down for breakfast.
Hermioine, in the other room, was busy telling herself a totally different lie. She had relived the night over and over and had settled for It was just a play of the light. Draco never shows emotions so I must have imagined it. I am just exhausted. In her sleep deprived mind the excuse made perfect sense. After all, she hadn't been sleeping soundly with her nightmares returning every other night.
"Yes, that has to be it. It is the only logical explanation." She muttered to her reflection in the mirror. Feeling better with every heartbeat she dressed in her Gryffindor robes, dismissed the nocturnal meeting, and headed to breakfast, where Harry and Ron were waiting.