Lost Soul In The Crowd: Thank you... I hope it isn't all that confusing.... :/
Alyssium: I'm glad you share my same views on Hermione. Since they hate each other in the books, it would only seem natural for her to pull away...(At least at first)!!!
Callie: Thats exactly what I was going for.... Maybe there is more to the both of them then people think (Or maybe I just want to think that because they are my favorite characters) :D
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Chapter 6: All that it seems?
Hermione slowly climbed the stairs, listening for any signs that Draco was still awake. From under his door she could see the faint flickering of light from a candle so she was almost positive that he was. She gently tapped on the door.
No answer.
She pushed open the door to find Draco laying on his bed. The covers were pulled up to his waist, exposing his bare muscular chest. His hands layed behind his head. He was indeed awake and was staring at her. Hermione approached the bed and sat slowly on its edge.
"Draco, I'm..."
Draco sat up and climbed out of the bed, walking away from her towards his desk wearing only boxers. Even in the dim light she couldn't help but notice the 2 white lines that adorned his perfectly sculpted back on his right shoulder blade. "What is that?" Hermione asked.
"Compliments of you, hunni." Draco knew she was referring to the scars as he reached for his shirt that layed over the back of the desk chair. Hermione walked over and gently ran her fingers over them.
Draco shuddered as the pure figure touched his skin. He whipped around and grasped her wrist firmly "Don't pity me... you've done enough" he let go of her.
"I didn't do that" Hermione was shocked at the harshness in his voice.
"No, Lucius did it because of you. One, because I tried to defend you and second, because he grew tired of me being inferior to a muggle-born."
"Draco..." Hermione said in a sorrowful tone.
"Don't. You made well aware how you feel about me tonight." Draco's cold eyes burned into her.
"Thats not fair." Hermione said. Draco just stared at her.
"Why would you stand up for me when you hate me so?"
"I don't hate you. I hated the fact that I couldn't compete with you. Everything comes so easily to you and..." Draco sighed
"Nothing comes easily to me.... I spend all my spare time reading just so I can understand all of this..." Hermione waved her hands around the room "I work my ass of to be accepted in this world, and yet, there are people like you who degrade me because I am not a pureblood." Hermione yelled.
"I'm sorry Hermione" He hated to see her so upset. He hadn't realized just how much what he had said to her in the past had hurt her.
"Why did you kiss me?" Hermione asked once she had calmed down enough to get her voice on a normal level.
"Why did you run away?" Draco asked in return.
"It was unexpected. You hate me, or so I thought, then I am in the one place I never thought I would be..... your arms!" Hermione looked at him. His gaze was cast at the floor. Hermione put her finger under his chin and lifted it until his gaze met hers. "Care to try again?" She asked sweetly. His eyes were no longer cold and distant, but instead, they held warmth and compassion.
Hermione tipped her head to the side as their lips met again. Draco caressed her cheek then let his hand slide to the back of her head as he intended to deepen the kiss. Quite to his shock, her tongue ran along the bottom of his lip before you could ask for access with is own. Her taste was incredible, even better then he had imagined it to be.
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Hermione ran her hands over his smooth cream colored back. She had kissed boys, quite a few actually, but none compared to she sensual and exotic kiss she shared with this one. His kiss was slow and flawless, as his tongue massaged her. Hermione started backing up, pulling Draco with her as they kissed, towards the bed. Hermione stopped kissing him and stared into his eyes as she unclipped her school robe and let it fall to the floor at the edge of the bed. She sat on the bed and wrapped her hand around the back of Draco's neck pulling him towards her. As their kiss deepened again, Hermione began laying backwards, pulling Draco atop her.
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By positioning his one leg between hers and the other on the outside, and by putting his hand on the bed at her shoulders her was able to keep himself an inch off her, afraid that her meek form wouldn't be able to support his weight. He was quite surprised when her arms wrapped around his back and pulled him down. Draco began kissing and sucking down the right side of her neck as her hand roamed over his back and sides. Hermione lifted her knee and his hand immediately grasped it. His hand slid slowly up the thigh and to her ass.
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Hermione awoke drenched in in a cold sweat. She looked around the room for any signs of Draco. There were none. The balcony door was still open and her CD played had completed its cycle and stopped after the last song. *It was all a dream!* Hermione thought to herself as she climbed off her bed and walked out onto the balcony. Hermione sighed as she rested her elbows on the railing and buried her face in her hands. *It was all just a dream*
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Draco awake so suddenly, bolting up in bed and looked around for her. She wasn't anywhere in sight. His sheets were tangled around his ankles. Draco tried to remove the sheets from his legs when he noticed the door open a crack then close again. Draco froze. In the dim light cast by his almost burnt out candle he couldn't see anything. Then he felt something heavy drop at the end of his bed.
After a few moments, Draco caught sight of what it was, then laughed at himself for being foolish. "Crookshank, what are you doing in here." Draco asked as he reached for the ball of orange fur. Before he could grab it, the cat jumped off the bed and ran towards the balcony door, pawing and scratching at its pane.
"I don't know if you are allowed outside." Draco said as he managed to free himself from the Devil Snare like sheets. Crawling off the bed he opened the door and followed the cat outside.
Draco stood frozen. Hermione was leaning on the railing with her head in her hands. She wore the white shirt and the red shorts he had dreamed her in. He looked down at himself and realized, he too, was wearing what he had in the dream.
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A/N: I hope that wasn't too confusing. If it was I am sorry and I will explain it. Hope you like it!!!
Alyssium: I'm glad you share my same views on Hermione. Since they hate each other in the books, it would only seem natural for her to pull away...(At least at first)!!!
Callie: Thats exactly what I was going for.... Maybe there is more to the both of them then people think (Or maybe I just want to think that because they are my favorite characters) :D
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Chapter 6: All that it seems?
Hermione slowly climbed the stairs, listening for any signs that Draco was still awake. From under his door she could see the faint flickering of light from a candle so she was almost positive that he was. She gently tapped on the door.
No answer.
She pushed open the door to find Draco laying on his bed. The covers were pulled up to his waist, exposing his bare muscular chest. His hands layed behind his head. He was indeed awake and was staring at her. Hermione approached the bed and sat slowly on its edge.
"Draco, I'm..."
Draco sat up and climbed out of the bed, walking away from her towards his desk wearing only boxers. Even in the dim light she couldn't help but notice the 2 white lines that adorned his perfectly sculpted back on his right shoulder blade. "What is that?" Hermione asked.
"Compliments of you, hunni." Draco knew she was referring to the scars as he reached for his shirt that layed over the back of the desk chair. Hermione walked over and gently ran her fingers over them.
Draco shuddered as the pure figure touched his skin. He whipped around and grasped her wrist firmly "Don't pity me... you've done enough" he let go of her.
"I didn't do that" Hermione was shocked at the harshness in his voice.
"No, Lucius did it because of you. One, because I tried to defend you and second, because he grew tired of me being inferior to a muggle-born."
"Draco..." Hermione said in a sorrowful tone.
"Don't. You made well aware how you feel about me tonight." Draco's cold eyes burned into her.
"Thats not fair." Hermione said. Draco just stared at her.
"Why would you stand up for me when you hate me so?"
"I don't hate you. I hated the fact that I couldn't compete with you. Everything comes so easily to you and..." Draco sighed
"Nothing comes easily to me.... I spend all my spare time reading just so I can understand all of this..." Hermione waved her hands around the room "I work my ass of to be accepted in this world, and yet, there are people like you who degrade me because I am not a pureblood." Hermione yelled.
"I'm sorry Hermione" He hated to see her so upset. He hadn't realized just how much what he had said to her in the past had hurt her.
"Why did you kiss me?" Hermione asked once she had calmed down enough to get her voice on a normal level.
"Why did you run away?" Draco asked in return.
"It was unexpected. You hate me, or so I thought, then I am in the one place I never thought I would be..... your arms!" Hermione looked at him. His gaze was cast at the floor. Hermione put her finger under his chin and lifted it until his gaze met hers. "Care to try again?" She asked sweetly. His eyes were no longer cold and distant, but instead, they held warmth and compassion.
Hermione tipped her head to the side as their lips met again. Draco caressed her cheek then let his hand slide to the back of her head as he intended to deepen the kiss. Quite to his shock, her tongue ran along the bottom of his lip before you could ask for access with is own. Her taste was incredible, even better then he had imagined it to be.
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Hermione ran her hands over his smooth cream colored back. She had kissed boys, quite a few actually, but none compared to she sensual and exotic kiss she shared with this one. His kiss was slow and flawless, as his tongue massaged her. Hermione started backing up, pulling Draco with her as they kissed, towards the bed. Hermione stopped kissing him and stared into his eyes as she unclipped her school robe and let it fall to the floor at the edge of the bed. She sat on the bed and wrapped her hand around the back of Draco's neck pulling him towards her. As their kiss deepened again, Hermione began laying backwards, pulling Draco atop her.
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By positioning his one leg between hers and the other on the outside, and by putting his hand on the bed at her shoulders her was able to keep himself an inch off her, afraid that her meek form wouldn't be able to support his weight. He was quite surprised when her arms wrapped around his back and pulled him down. Draco began kissing and sucking down the right side of her neck as her hand roamed over his back and sides. Hermione lifted her knee and his hand immediately grasped it. His hand slid slowly up the thigh and to her ass.
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Hermione awoke drenched in in a cold sweat. She looked around the room for any signs of Draco. There were none. The balcony door was still open and her CD played had completed its cycle and stopped after the last song. *It was all a dream!* Hermione thought to herself as she climbed off her bed and walked out onto the balcony. Hermione sighed as she rested her elbows on the railing and buried her face in her hands. *It was all just a dream*
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Draco awake so suddenly, bolting up in bed and looked around for her. She wasn't anywhere in sight. His sheets were tangled around his ankles. Draco tried to remove the sheets from his legs when he noticed the door open a crack then close again. Draco froze. In the dim light cast by his almost burnt out candle he couldn't see anything. Then he felt something heavy drop at the end of his bed.
After a few moments, Draco caught sight of what it was, then laughed at himself for being foolish. "Crookshank, what are you doing in here." Draco asked as he reached for the ball of orange fur. Before he could grab it, the cat jumped off the bed and ran towards the balcony door, pawing and scratching at its pane.
"I don't know if you are allowed outside." Draco said as he managed to free himself from the Devil Snare like sheets. Crawling off the bed he opened the door and followed the cat outside.
Draco stood frozen. Hermione was leaning on the railing with her head in her hands. She wore the white shirt and the red shorts he had dreamed her in. He looked down at himself and realized, he too, was wearing what he had in the dream.
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!@#$%^&&*!@#$%^&*!@#$%^&*!@#$%^&*!@#$% ^&*
A/N: I hope that wasn't too confusing. If it was I am sorry and I will explain it. Hope you like it!!!