LuvlyAngel22: Thank you, I am so glad that you like it. I agree with you that Draco is hot. (Aren't the evil guys usually hot though?)
X-2love4ever: Awww... (blushes uncontrollably). Thank you. Please keep reading because I think it only gets better.
Alyssium: It was nice talking to you on AOL, hope we can do it again real soon. I just hope that it wasn't too confusing to where it doesn't make sense anymore. And yes, it was fun to write, I love writing no matter what its on. (Unless its for school, cuz then its just boring!)
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Chapter 7: Do confess?
Crookshank rubbed up against Hermione's leg startling her. She reached down to pet the cat but stopped mid-movement as she seen another figure on the other side of the balcony. Draco took a few steps toward her stepping into the light that emitted from her room.
"Up kinda late, aren't you, Granger?" Draco asked.
"As are you."
"Yes, well your bloody cat awoke me from quite a pleasant dream." Draco said with a smile.
"At least yours was pleasant, mine was a bit unnerving to say at the least."
"About what?"
Hermione laughed, "I'm not telling you."
"Why not?" Draco sounded hurt.
"Because I'm not?"
"Com'on, here how about you tell me yours and then I will tell you about mine. I promise not to utter a word to another soul." Draco gave her one of his famous Malfoy grins.
"Not a chance, besides I'm sure I don't want to know what yours was about."
"I'm sure when you find out you were in it you'll want to know." Draco laughed
"You had a pleasant dream about me?" Hermione was shocked. "What, did I die or something?"
"Not exactly..." The wind picked up, blowing Hermione's hair aside, Draco gasped.
"What?" Hermione asked as she seen the look on Draco's face.
"What's on your neck?" Draco asked.
"Nothing, what do you mean?" Hermione asked as she rubbed her neck.
Draco busted out laughing. "Who have you been kissing?"
Hermione's face reddened. "No one, what are you talking about?"
"Go look in the mirror...!" Draco laughed as he followed Hermione through her room and into the bathroom. Hermione gasped in horror as she saw two huge purplish-red blotches on the right side of her neck.
Draco was now laughing uncontrollably.
"Who'd you get the hickeys from?" Draco asked as he tried to control his laughing. Hermione was running her hand under water and vigorously rubbing the marks to see if she could get them off. Maybe it was her make-up which she left in her bed, or maybe it was the new ink she had bought and it spilled on her bed and she layed in it. No matter how hard she rubbed, they didn't go away, it only reddened the surrounding area. Hermione pushed Draco out of her way and marched to her bed to see if she could find anything on her pillow that would have given her the marks.
"So, who are they from?" Draco asked as he crossed his arms across his chest and leaned against one of the poles of her 4-poster bed. Hermione glared at him a moment then continued to tear apart her bed. Finding nothing, she walked around Draco towards her closet, but stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Draco's back. Before now, other than in her dream, she had not seen Draco with out a shirt on.
"What is that?" Hermione asked trying to keep her voice from cracking and exposing how nervous she had become.
"What's what?"
"The marks on your right shoulder?" Hermione asked fearing his answer.
"Compliments from you, hunni." Draco said without turning around.
Hermione's heart sank, but before she could stop herself she had walked over and gently ran her fingers over them. Draco whipped around and grabbed her but before he could speak she spoke.
""Don't pity me...you've done enough." That's what you were going to say is it not?"
Draco didn't know what to say. That's exactly what he said in the dream, and was about to say it again. He let go of Hermione's wrist who walked over to the bed and sat clutching her pillow to her chest with her knees pulled up.
X-2love4ever: Awww... (blushes uncontrollably). Thank you. Please keep reading because I think it only gets better.
Alyssium: It was nice talking to you on AOL, hope we can do it again real soon. I just hope that it wasn't too confusing to where it doesn't make sense anymore. And yes, it was fun to write, I love writing no matter what its on. (Unless its for school, cuz then its just boring!)
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Chapter 7: Do confess?
Crookshank rubbed up against Hermione's leg startling her. She reached down to pet the cat but stopped mid-movement as she seen another figure on the other side of the balcony. Draco took a few steps toward her stepping into the light that emitted from her room.
"Up kinda late, aren't you, Granger?" Draco asked.
"As are you."
"Yes, well your bloody cat awoke me from quite a pleasant dream." Draco said with a smile.
"At least yours was pleasant, mine was a bit unnerving to say at the least."
"About what?"
Hermione laughed, "I'm not telling you."
"Why not?" Draco sounded hurt.
"Because I'm not?"
"Com'on, here how about you tell me yours and then I will tell you about mine. I promise not to utter a word to another soul." Draco gave her one of his famous Malfoy grins.
"Not a chance, besides I'm sure I don't want to know what yours was about."
"I'm sure when you find out you were in it you'll want to know." Draco laughed
"You had a pleasant dream about me?" Hermione was shocked. "What, did I die or something?"
"Not exactly..." The wind picked up, blowing Hermione's hair aside, Draco gasped.
"What?" Hermione asked as she seen the look on Draco's face.
"What's on your neck?" Draco asked.
"Nothing, what do you mean?" Hermione asked as she rubbed her neck.
Draco busted out laughing. "Who have you been kissing?"
Hermione's face reddened. "No one, what are you talking about?"
"Go look in the mirror...!" Draco laughed as he followed Hermione through her room and into the bathroom. Hermione gasped in horror as she saw two huge purplish-red blotches on the right side of her neck.
Draco was now laughing uncontrollably.
"Who'd you get the hickeys from?" Draco asked as he tried to control his laughing. Hermione was running her hand under water and vigorously rubbing the marks to see if she could get them off. Maybe it was her make-up which she left in her bed, or maybe it was the new ink she had bought and it spilled on her bed and she layed in it. No matter how hard she rubbed, they didn't go away, it only reddened the surrounding area. Hermione pushed Draco out of her way and marched to her bed to see if she could find anything on her pillow that would have given her the marks.
"So, who are they from?" Draco asked as he crossed his arms across his chest and leaned against one of the poles of her 4-poster bed. Hermione glared at him a moment then continued to tear apart her bed. Finding nothing, she walked around Draco towards her closet, but stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Draco's back. Before now, other than in her dream, she had not seen Draco with out a shirt on.
"What is that?" Hermione asked trying to keep her voice from cracking and exposing how nervous she had become.
"What's what?"
"The marks on your right shoulder?" Hermione asked fearing his answer.
"Compliments from you, hunni." Draco said without turning around.
Hermione's heart sank, but before she could stop herself she had walked over and gently ran her fingers over them. Draco whipped around and grabbed her but before he could speak she spoke.
""Don't pity me...you've done enough." That's what you were going to say is it not?"
Draco didn't know what to say. That's exactly what he said in the dream, and was about to say it again. He let go of Hermione's wrist who walked over to the bed and sat clutching her pillow to her chest with her knees pulled up.