Hermione's eyes opened as she lay in her bed, half asleep. More awful
dreams had been racing through her mind during her slumber and she dreaded
Double Potions again with Snape and the horrible Slytherin students. After
her clothing had been chosen and her schoolbag had been stuffed with so
many books you'd think her arm would fall off, she was talking to Ron,
Harry, and the rest of the Gryffindor lot as they walked down the dim
hallway. Their first class of the muggy, humid day was Transfiguration. As
they entered the class a very unexpected clap of thunder made the
Gryffindors and the Ravenclaws (they were having Transfiguration with them
today) jump about a foot in the air, Neville Longbottom two or three feet,
and Hermione would've sworn that Professor McGonagall's fur stood on end as
she used her animagi powers to change into a tabby cat.
Hermione sat straight up in her seat, ears ready for more information and quill ready to take notes. Harry and Ron however were slumped over their desks, faces resting on their palms. They obviously hadn't gotten much sleep.
"I bet they were discussing my detention again,"
Hermione thought as she scratched some words out on her roll of parchment. Once again she thought about what her worst enemy, the person that she had the most hatred for out of any person in the entire world, Draco Malfoy had done. First of all, he had apologized to her. Second of all, he had kissed her. It seemed very strange but Hermione actually enjoyed the kiss.
"Miss Granger. Pay attention, please."
Hermione had been gazing out the window, a dazed expression on her face as she thought of the awkward events that had happened as of late. Little did she know, Draco had been thinking of the same thing that exact moment.
~*~*~*~
Draco wasn't paying any attention as Professor Binns droned on in his old croaky voice. Hermione's face constantly swirled through his head. Why had he kissed her? What id he mean by "I apologize"? Why was he suddenly thinking about Hermione as though she was the only person that he had seen for days? Even he couldn't answer these queries. Sighing he shook his head slowly.
"Seven hundred years ago Pirroli The Pessimistic Predictor saw that love would be found with enemies. One of the lovers would be a friend of a great young wizard. The other a power-hungry, wealthy boy. But, their lust would erupt the emotions of people that mean much to them."
Draco's ears picked up this particular tidbit of information. He thought that it was a complete coincidence. Waving this off in his mind, he went back to his half asleep, half awake condition. Draco was wrong about what he thought. It would not be a coincidence. It would be absolutely true. The second encounter would soon come into play.
The students filed out of the classrooms as dinner dawned upon them. Draco however waited until the halls were empty and the teachers had also gone to have their supper, he disappeared into the dark Charms class. He was sure that Hermione had stayed back in class to ask McGonagall something about her schedule; Draco had overheard the two talking at breakfast about the manner.
Hermione began walking down the corridor. Her eyes scanned the hall as she strode and something very peculiar caught her eye. A figure was moving from inside a room. Wand out and irises wary, she slowly stepped closer to the movement she had just witnessed. Now she was about a foot away from its threshold when the figure seemed to stir again. Suddenly Hermione had been pulled forcefully into the classroom.
She couldn't see a thing. Though she did notice her wand lying across the room. She tried to scream but a hand was covering her mouth.
"Shhhh.It's alright. I'm Draco. No need to worry."
Draco's hand moved away. Hermione sighed in relief but was soon engulfed in a passionate kiss. Breaking away from the kiss to breath, she pushed him away.
"What the hell are you doing?!"
Draco laughed and sat down in a chair. He then motioned for her to sit by him. Reluctantly Hermione plopped down in the seat suggested she sit in. Draco lifted his arm to put hi hand on her shoulder but she squirmed uncomfortably to avoid it. Her eyes were staring at Draco with fury and love at the same time. Draco ran his fingers through his hair, heaving an enormous sigh as they gazed at each other with lust along with fire.
"We need to talk, Hermione."
Smiling weakly he turned his head down then up again so he could speak better to Hermione. Hermione awaited the speech that was going to unfold in front her within seconds. So she thought. Draco had to prepare his words and work up the courage to say the astounding things he was about to let spill from his mouth.
"I apologized to you because I was rethinking my life. I was lying down in my bed one night and thought. I thought of what my relationships with everyone was like. I really didn't even have a relationship with anybody. My love life was nothing as was my friendship with anyone. I realized I needed friends desperately. I was miserable. The reason my life was becoming so awful was the fact that I was so obnoxious, rude, nasty, and downright horrible to everyone. Why? I was brought up that way. I thought of how awful I was to three certain Gryffindors. Potter, Weasley, and you. I remembered how I called you Mudblood and when I told you that you don't belong in this school and everything. The next time I saw you I-"
He stopped and gulped. The next words that he was going to say would perhaps be the hardest words he had ever said.
"I found my love for you."
Hermione's orbs now were void of any fury. She was staring, open mouthed at Draco. Lust lit up her face. A magical feeling lifted her heart. Their faces became nearer and nearer until they were kissing once again. They lay on a rather large table, lips pressed against each other. This kiss was not forced. Neither disagreed with this as was done before. Both melted into it. The kiss had as much passion as their lust for one another. Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger were in love.
Hermione sat straight up in her seat, ears ready for more information and quill ready to take notes. Harry and Ron however were slumped over their desks, faces resting on their palms. They obviously hadn't gotten much sleep.
"I bet they were discussing my detention again,"
Hermione thought as she scratched some words out on her roll of parchment. Once again she thought about what her worst enemy, the person that she had the most hatred for out of any person in the entire world, Draco Malfoy had done. First of all, he had apologized to her. Second of all, he had kissed her. It seemed very strange but Hermione actually enjoyed the kiss.
"Miss Granger. Pay attention, please."
Hermione had been gazing out the window, a dazed expression on her face as she thought of the awkward events that had happened as of late. Little did she know, Draco had been thinking of the same thing that exact moment.
~*~*~*~
Draco wasn't paying any attention as Professor Binns droned on in his old croaky voice. Hermione's face constantly swirled through his head. Why had he kissed her? What id he mean by "I apologize"? Why was he suddenly thinking about Hermione as though she was the only person that he had seen for days? Even he couldn't answer these queries. Sighing he shook his head slowly.
"Seven hundred years ago Pirroli The Pessimistic Predictor saw that love would be found with enemies. One of the lovers would be a friend of a great young wizard. The other a power-hungry, wealthy boy. But, their lust would erupt the emotions of people that mean much to them."
Draco's ears picked up this particular tidbit of information. He thought that it was a complete coincidence. Waving this off in his mind, he went back to his half asleep, half awake condition. Draco was wrong about what he thought. It would not be a coincidence. It would be absolutely true. The second encounter would soon come into play.
The students filed out of the classrooms as dinner dawned upon them. Draco however waited until the halls were empty and the teachers had also gone to have their supper, he disappeared into the dark Charms class. He was sure that Hermione had stayed back in class to ask McGonagall something about her schedule; Draco had overheard the two talking at breakfast about the manner.
Hermione began walking down the corridor. Her eyes scanned the hall as she strode and something very peculiar caught her eye. A figure was moving from inside a room. Wand out and irises wary, she slowly stepped closer to the movement she had just witnessed. Now she was about a foot away from its threshold when the figure seemed to stir again. Suddenly Hermione had been pulled forcefully into the classroom.
She couldn't see a thing. Though she did notice her wand lying across the room. She tried to scream but a hand was covering her mouth.
"Shhhh.It's alright. I'm Draco. No need to worry."
Draco's hand moved away. Hermione sighed in relief but was soon engulfed in a passionate kiss. Breaking away from the kiss to breath, she pushed him away.
"What the hell are you doing?!"
Draco laughed and sat down in a chair. He then motioned for her to sit by him. Reluctantly Hermione plopped down in the seat suggested she sit in. Draco lifted his arm to put hi hand on her shoulder but she squirmed uncomfortably to avoid it. Her eyes were staring at Draco with fury and love at the same time. Draco ran his fingers through his hair, heaving an enormous sigh as they gazed at each other with lust along with fire.
"We need to talk, Hermione."
Smiling weakly he turned his head down then up again so he could speak better to Hermione. Hermione awaited the speech that was going to unfold in front her within seconds. So she thought. Draco had to prepare his words and work up the courage to say the astounding things he was about to let spill from his mouth.
"I apologized to you because I was rethinking my life. I was lying down in my bed one night and thought. I thought of what my relationships with everyone was like. I really didn't even have a relationship with anybody. My love life was nothing as was my friendship with anyone. I realized I needed friends desperately. I was miserable. The reason my life was becoming so awful was the fact that I was so obnoxious, rude, nasty, and downright horrible to everyone. Why? I was brought up that way. I thought of how awful I was to three certain Gryffindors. Potter, Weasley, and you. I remembered how I called you Mudblood and when I told you that you don't belong in this school and everything. The next time I saw you I-"
He stopped and gulped. The next words that he was going to say would perhaps be the hardest words he had ever said.
"I found my love for you."
Hermione's orbs now were void of any fury. She was staring, open mouthed at Draco. Lust lit up her face. A magical feeling lifted her heart. Their faces became nearer and nearer until they were kissing once again. They lay on a rather large table, lips pressed against each other. This kiss was not forced. Neither disagreed with this as was done before. Both melted into it. The kiss had as much passion as their lust for one another. Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger were in love.