Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling is not my daughter, and I am not hers.
Therefore, Harry Potter does not belong to me in any way (unless you
believe in the bible and Adam and Eve).
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"Hey, Hermione," Harry said. Hermione's eyes flew open and they stared at
Harry.
"What are you doing out here by yourself?" he inquired softly. Harry
examined Hermione closely.
"Just.thinking by myself. Life at the moment is just so.hectic and
confusing. I just needed to be away from.from people like you and Ron and
Lavender. I just needed a break to stare at the stars and calm down. I
didn't want any of you knowing because then you'd follow me. So I didn't
say anything, don't be angry, please. But, sometimes you and Ron are so.in
my face, sometimes I just need to chill out. I do this a fair bit, sitting
and relaxing. I'd prefer if you didn't stay, it just is something I need
to do," Hermione muttered. She looked at Harry and saw him nodding and he
replied rather sadly.
"Ok, but don't stay out too long. I don't want you getting ill." Hermione
nodded and sighing, he walked off. Hermione watched him disappear into the
doors and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Good work. Congratulations," Draco murmured next to her. Hermione turned
and when she saw Draco, she smiled. He pulled her closer to him, and
snaked his hand around her waist. Hermione put her hand across his face
and their lips met together, an exhilarating force of nature. Hermione
straddled Draco and he took off her cloak. He flung it aside and Hermione
found her legs joined together around his waist.
Their tongues were playing in each other's mouth and Hermione was groaning
softly in pleasure.
* I know that I was down here to meet him, but I shouldn't be, * Hermione
was thinking. Draco started undoing her tie and found that Hermione was
helping. She started to undo her buttons, just the top two, and Draco
closed his eyes.
*I wonder if he actually loves me? He's been my enemy for ages, but the way
that he's kissing me, I could lose my virginity now and I would love every
minute of it. But does he love me? I can't love him, him not love me back,
and well, do it. I can't. *
"I.love.you." Draco gasped.
* No, no, no! It's like he can read my mind. He can't love me, he can't!
I love him too, but he can't love me! *
"I.do.love.you.Hermione!" he lolled out. His mind was bombarded with
thoughts. How did she know that was exactly what she had thought? He
pulled away slightly and looked at the girl he had on top of him. She
opened her eyes, gasping a little for breath.
"What did.you pull.away for?" she said.
"I love you, Hermione. I do. But I can't have someone that is questioning
my love. Hermione, if you want to really do this then you have to relax
and realise that I love you," he put Hermione next to him.
"How does a relationship work without trust? If I trust that you love me,
and you trust that I'm telling you the truth, then this will work, won't
it?"
* Not necessarily. You have never really liked me and as much as you are
intoxicating, Draco, I can't understand.can't comprehend that you love me
too, * Hermione replied mentally. Draco had to think about it.
"Is there a way I can prove it?" he responded, licking his lips. Hermione
looked at him and looked away. He was teasing her, he had to be.
"I don't think you can, Draco. You have always called me names and I don't
think that anything can change that," she said, rather matter - of - fact.
He cradled her head and looked into her eyes. He leant over and kissed her
nose, her eyes closed. He cocked his head and Hermione collapsed onto the
ground. Draco lay on one arm and the other was still wrapped under her
head. Hermione opened her eyes slightly and traced his mouth, tickling it
slightly. She closed her eyes again, and bending down, Draco began to undo
the rest of her buttons. But Hermione tried to sit up and started
buttoning them up again. Draco looked at her, saddened by her sudden
dismissal.
"I can't do this, Draco. I'm sorry, I just can't. You are, and probably
always will be, an enemy. I can't stand the fact that I can't trust you
with my body. I can't," she said finally. She grabbed her cloak and ran
off back to the front doors. Draco started crying, figuring he had lost
the woman he loved.
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When Hermione got up to the common room she saw Harry and Ron playing
chess.
"Let me guess," she said, wandering over. "Ron won?" Harry looked at her
and nodded, a pained expression on his face.
"Just once, just once I want to beat him! He is so annoying though!
Academics, puh! But I wish I could just beat him once!" Harry said, sadly.
Ron smirked and continued setting up.
"Let me have a go!" Hermione exclaimed excitedly.
"You sure you don't have homework to do or something?" Ron asked
suspiciously.
"Nope. I'll play you! I am going to beat you or a change!" Hermione
stated. Harry moved aside and Hermione sat down. Ron made the first move,
as he was white.
"Pawn to F5," Hermione stared as the pieces moved. Within a couple of
moves, Hermione had Ron in check for the first time in his life. He tried
desperately to get away, but after a few more, he was finished. Ron's
mouth stretched so far, Hermione thought is jaw had snapped. Harry's eyes
were so wide that invisible beams must have supported them. Hermione
smiled from ear to ear and jumped up, walking happily off to her room.
Harry tried the same thing as Hermione, but again he was defeated.
Hermione fell into a fitful sleep that night, dreaming of what she had done
to Draco and how wrong it was to do that to her friends. She didn't know
what to do. She was lost.
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A/N: I know, I know. All my reviews are saying 'make them fall in love'.
Not too much longer, I don't think! I am having heaps of trouble thinking
up the plot line to make them fall in love, so if anyone has any ideas, I
am all ears!
