Summary: Hermione seeks comfort and finds it in
the least expected place. Everything changes and she can't cope on her own any
longer – Who shall she turn to?
Disclaimer: I, unfortunately, don't own Harry Potter or anything related
to the books or films (which are evil personified!), that is JK. Rowling's
envious delight!
Author's Note: Draco/Hermione – Not all love is easy.
Flying On Feathered Wings
Chapter 2: Bad Hair Days and Violent Pink.
Sighing Hermione dropped heavily to the large bed which occupied one side of the large room. She threw herself on her back staring up at the ceiling tears rolling steadily down her face. "Weak…" She murmured to herself, brushing the tears forcefully away.
Stop crying, he's a bastard. Don't let him get to you like this! He didn't know what he was saying and he had no right to say it. Pleaded the stronger half of her, while the other half, which lay in the center of a large emotional wreck, sobbed quietly.
"I wish it was so easy to forget…" She whispered to the silent room before turning over and trying, and failing miserably, to sleep.
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A few feeble rays of light made it through the cracks in the heavy curtains which clung to the window. Stirring slightly Hermione groaned and turned over, only waking up when a sharp object began to cut into the soft flesh of her stomach. A muffled protest was uttered as she pushed the offending object away and rolled on to her back, eyes still closed. She sat up, scrabbling around in the dark as she tried to find her watch. She groaned as she pressed the button on the digital watch, which her mother had gotten her for last Christmas.
10:30 AM
The bold numbers glared up at her, before she flung it to the other end of the bed and pushed the covers off of her legs. Muttering to herself, she dragged herself out of bed picking up her wand as she went.
"Lumos" Was quickly uttered with a flick of her wand, the candles which were scattered around the room jumped into life automatically. She smiled remembering it was Saturday, and the last day of term. "Mmmm, Christmas holidays!" She grinned as she dressed, dark blue jeans, with a black tank top then a heavy woolen jumper over the top. Shoving her wand in her pocket Hermione pushed open the door into the bathroom, before gasping in shock and racing back out.
Stood in front of her had been Draco, dripping wet and naked. A heavy blush settled over her checks as she blinked herself out of shock. Damn he looked hot…Mione!! What the hell did you just say?! She scolded herself before knocking on the bathroom door.
"Malfoy, are you done yet?" She asked, silently hoping he was still in there. She shook her head once there was no reply and once again entered the bathroom. Which was now empty, to her disappointment. After washing her face, and doing her hair, which she curled up into a twist with two hair sticks holding it up, she went about tiding her room and finishing any homework she may have, seeing as the holidays had started she was free to do as she wished.
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"Get a good look this morning did you Granger?" He sneered at the, once again, blushing Hermione from his place on the couch were he was sprawled out with a book, "Or would you like me to take another shower so you can get a better look?" He chuckled at her blush, a smirk still curling the corners of his lips.
"No, but you should go have a look in the mirror" She laughed, golden eyes falling on his normally perfect hair. "Seems your having a bad hair day" This caused a frown to flitter across Draco's features as a careful hand moved up to check his hair. He blinked, as his fingers gingerly brushed against a few strands of hair which stuck straight up in the air.
Hermione was now clutching her sides and trying, and failing, to stop laughing at his confused expression. "Want me to fix that Malfoy?" She giggled as she pulled out her wand aiming at his hair.
"Coma-oris" Her giggles had distorted the easy spell, causing Draco's hair to turn a violent shade of Pink. "Oops…" She giggled nearly falling on the floor from staring at the un-amused Draco as he sent glares at her.
"What did you do?!" He yelled jumping up to look in the mirror which hung over the ornate fireplace. "Ooh your going to pay for this Granger!" He hissed raising his own wand and pointing it to the helpless girl. "Coma-oris" Hermione gasped as she looked at the stray strand of hair which had, fortunately, fallen over her eyes. Once golden brown hair; was now a shocking turquoise. She blinked, her laughter having ceased she fingered her hair, shock in her eyes as she glared at him.
"I can't believe you!" She growled at the advancing Draco. "Look what you did to my hair!" She gasped near shoving a strand in his face. "LOOK" She yelled.
"I think it's an improvement Granger" He chuckled, not ready for the push she sent his way. After regaining his composure, he advanced towards her, causing her to step back, which in turn caused to her to fall on a, badly placed, side table. This sent her sprawling, flailing hands had grabbed on to the front of Draco's robes pulling him down with her.
After a few yells and curses the room fell into a deafening silence, the two victims of the fight lay on the floor. One on top of the other. Silver eyes, pierced golden as he stared down at her, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. She looks to beautiful…even with the turquoise hair. What the fuck! Bloody hell…must have been more then a hair changing spell she put on me! He growled quietly to himself while looking down at her with a secret longing, a longing to kiss those lips which were parted ever so slightly.
Oh god…he looks so hot…apart from the hair…Wish he'd kiss me…What the---no! Hermione pull yourself together! She ordered herself as she started wantonly up at him. Just one kiss, then I'll know not to care… She got her wish; both of them seemed to give into temptation at the same time, their lips finding each others in a fiery kiss which sent them both into the land of bliss. Light moans were uttered, while two tongues danced about each other. They finally broke the kiss gasping for breath. Hermione blinked and squeaked, quite literally, and pushed the heavy breathing Malfoy off her. She gasped for breath as she stared at him.
"You kissed me!" She accused as she stared at him out of disbelief.
"No –you- kissed –me- Granger get your facts right." Draco glared at her, cheeks flushed as he regained his breath. Damn she's a good kisser…Draco!! Groaning, he turned on his heel and stormed out. Leaving a surprised Hermione doing a fish impression.
