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but in case your wondering, my imagination is my own. :)
Dear Reader,
Sinead or Shadster is a good friend of mine also, the person she refers to as TFA is the nickname I gave my Malfoy look-a- like. It stands for Totally F**kable, tehehe! love Taweret xoxox P.S. I have to use a program without spell-check cause microsoft word is playing up, so pardon my mistakes ;)
chapt 4
Draco sat in waiting for Hermione to return from Transfiguration, "she is gonna pay for landing me in dedention." A slight draft blew across his cheek and his memory flashed back to Hermione's frost bitten face and then he remembered how, although discolored and blistered, it still remained bright and beautiful. Draco's arms became raised with goose-bumps and he tried desperately to rub them away with his hands. "I'm angry at her, I hate her, she hates me to," he repeted in his head over and over.
Hermione stormed into the common room to find Draco with his head bowed and hugging himself. To see such a strong and out-going character sitting in such a humane position, weakened her anger towards him, but only slightly. Malfoy's eyes looked up at her soft and caring ones and he felt hardened to show anger, but he did so the best he could. "Well, I knew you had a thing for me but to be so desperate as to wanna see me half naked in class, tut tut." Hermione was shoked at this but quickly recovered, " but you, you went a step further mister, I was one step away from being naked," she didn't break eye contact and tried hard to remain in control. Draco shugged and Hermione tossed her milk chocolate colored hair through the air as she walked of to her room. " Oh yeah," she called back to him, "detention at 8, see ya then."
They walked close together through the cold hallways, only feeling warm when they passed the embers in splendid fire places, Draco muttered things like, "this is all your fault," and "if I have to do something foul, you'll be hearing from my father." "You listen to me Malfoy, your father couldn't touch me if he wanted to, it would look good if a 'past' worshiper of the dark lord was to, lets say, threaten a muggle born, and a child at that, he'd be in big trouble, if not from the ministry then from Dumbledore, so I suggest you stop it with your constant whining. And besides, your at fault just as much as I am." Smiling with satifaction, Hermione passed Draco with a shove and walked smoothly into the Transfiguration room.
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"After you left, Mr. Malfoy, Neville had a slight accident," Professor McGonagall said, looking, with little consern, towards a heap of wood in the middle of the room, "what you are looking at are the remains of several rows of desks. Now, you to are going to try a liltle carpentry, thats right Miss Granger, and as to be expected, NO magic, the tools are over there. This, I hope, will teach you to some cooperative skill. The head-master has requested my presence, I'll be back soon."
Hermione, picking up a carpentry book laying next to the muggle tools, said,"look Draco, I dont like you and you don't like me, so the sooner we finish this, well, you understand." Draco picked up a chair leg and screwed up his face, then looking over at hermione and seeing she wasnt watching, pulled out his wand and whispered, "magie de menuiserie," and wood began to soar though the air and began to fix itself.
"MALFOY!" Hermione screamed as she ducked as the bottom of a seat flew at her head. "No magic. Did you hear that or are you deaf? We are gonna be in more trouble than a guy who just got bitten by a werewolf if McGonagall sees this!" "Don't worry, you simpleton, do you really think a Malfoy would allow him or herself be caught? Honestly, I thought you knew me a bit better that that," Draco replied. At this point all the desks and chairs had been returned to their former glory. "secrects cachés," he said pointing his wand at them, " a liltle spell I picked up in France, the wizards there are big on this kind of muggle labour. The spell translates to 'hidden secrets' and it destroys all signs of simple incantations and spells."
Hermione, impressed at his knowledge of foreign magical techniques, leaned in close to him and whispered, "your bad-boy ways are intriguing but," and she lied, "you'll have to do better if you want praise." Her large amber-brown eyes drew malfoy closer, her soothinging voice cleared him of woe and her cherry-red lips spoke of nothing but freedom. "Your acually close to being sexy when your like this," Draco said, inches from her. "And you, you are almost handsome when you act controlling," she answered back. "But I'm always controlling," Draco snarled gently. "I know."
Draco ran a hand up her cheek and in though her silky hair. When his hand reached the back of her head he pulled her in to him and they kissed. It wasn't sexual, it was more romantic, picturesque. Hermione leaned into it and the kiss became fierce, a battle between right and wrong, good and evil. This kiss meant some thing, the beginning of the end for them, there was no turning back. They had both felt it, the spark. They seperated just in time for McGonagall's return.
Dear Reader,
Sinead or Shadster is a good friend of mine also, the person she refers to as TFA is the nickname I gave my Malfoy look-a- like. It stands for Totally F**kable, tehehe! love Taweret xoxox P.S. I have to use a program without spell-check cause microsoft word is playing up, so pardon my mistakes ;)
chapt 4
Draco sat in waiting for Hermione to return from Transfiguration, "she is gonna pay for landing me in dedention." A slight draft blew across his cheek and his memory flashed back to Hermione's frost bitten face and then he remembered how, although discolored and blistered, it still remained bright and beautiful. Draco's arms became raised with goose-bumps and he tried desperately to rub them away with his hands. "I'm angry at her, I hate her, she hates me to," he repeted in his head over and over.
Hermione stormed into the common room to find Draco with his head bowed and hugging himself. To see such a strong and out-going character sitting in such a humane position, weakened her anger towards him, but only slightly. Malfoy's eyes looked up at her soft and caring ones and he felt hardened to show anger, but he did so the best he could. "Well, I knew you had a thing for me but to be so desperate as to wanna see me half naked in class, tut tut." Hermione was shoked at this but quickly recovered, " but you, you went a step further mister, I was one step away from being naked," she didn't break eye contact and tried hard to remain in control. Draco shugged and Hermione tossed her milk chocolate colored hair through the air as she walked of to her room. " Oh yeah," she called back to him, "detention at 8, see ya then."
They walked close together through the cold hallways, only feeling warm when they passed the embers in splendid fire places, Draco muttered things like, "this is all your fault," and "if I have to do something foul, you'll be hearing from my father." "You listen to me Malfoy, your father couldn't touch me if he wanted to, it would look good if a 'past' worshiper of the dark lord was to, lets say, threaten a muggle born, and a child at that, he'd be in big trouble, if not from the ministry then from Dumbledore, so I suggest you stop it with your constant whining. And besides, your at fault just as much as I am." Smiling with satifaction, Hermione passed Draco with a shove and walked smoothly into the Transfiguration room.
~~
"After you left, Mr. Malfoy, Neville had a slight accident," Professor McGonagall said, looking, with little consern, towards a heap of wood in the middle of the room, "what you are looking at are the remains of several rows of desks. Now, you to are going to try a liltle carpentry, thats right Miss Granger, and as to be expected, NO magic, the tools are over there. This, I hope, will teach you to some cooperative skill. The head-master has requested my presence, I'll be back soon."
Hermione, picking up a carpentry book laying next to the muggle tools, said,"look Draco, I dont like you and you don't like me, so the sooner we finish this, well, you understand." Draco picked up a chair leg and screwed up his face, then looking over at hermione and seeing she wasnt watching, pulled out his wand and whispered, "magie de menuiserie," and wood began to soar though the air and began to fix itself.
"MALFOY!" Hermione screamed as she ducked as the bottom of a seat flew at her head. "No magic. Did you hear that or are you deaf? We are gonna be in more trouble than a guy who just got bitten by a werewolf if McGonagall sees this!" "Don't worry, you simpleton, do you really think a Malfoy would allow him or herself be caught? Honestly, I thought you knew me a bit better that that," Draco replied. At this point all the desks and chairs had been returned to their former glory. "secrects cachés," he said pointing his wand at them, " a liltle spell I picked up in France, the wizards there are big on this kind of muggle labour. The spell translates to 'hidden secrets' and it destroys all signs of simple incantations and spells."
Hermione, impressed at his knowledge of foreign magical techniques, leaned in close to him and whispered, "your bad-boy ways are intriguing but," and she lied, "you'll have to do better if you want praise." Her large amber-brown eyes drew malfoy closer, her soothinging voice cleared him of woe and her cherry-red lips spoke of nothing but freedom. "Your acually close to being sexy when your like this," Draco said, inches from her. "And you, you are almost handsome when you act controlling," she answered back. "But I'm always controlling," Draco snarled gently. "I know."
Draco ran a hand up her cheek and in though her silky hair. When his hand reached the back of her head he pulled her in to him and they kissed. It wasn't sexual, it was more romantic, picturesque. Hermione leaned into it and the kiss became fierce, a battle between right and wrong, good and evil. This kiss meant some thing, the beginning of the end for them, there was no turning back. They had both felt it, the spark. They seperated just in time for McGonagall's return.