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A/N: hi guys!!! sorry it took awhile to get this up...i'm really busy rite now...hope you guys like chapter! this is were the story takes a turn!!! for the good though!!! lol...don't forget to review!!! oh and don't forget anything in [ and ] are song lyrics!!!
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Draco was inside, laying on a bench, lifting weights in large shorts and a muslce top. He sat up after hearing the door open.
"Hermione," he was a bit surprised, "I would have thought that you would've gone to the convention."
She shook her head, "Remember, we have to help McGonagall re-organize the Prefect office tomorrow."
"Oh yeah, I forgot," he said remembering their promise. She nearly forgot why she was there as she was mesmorized by the striking appearance of Draco's body. The muscle top outlines every fine line of each shaped muscle, and his hair wasn't slicked back, but it hung loosely over his tempting silver eyes.
"Hermione?" Draco stood up, ending her trance, "Are you alright?"
"Yes," she smiled, "I just wanted to thank you for everything that you've done for me. I don't even know why you did it but-" she was stopped as Draco grabbed her and firmly kissed her. She returned the kiss, running her fingers through his semi-wet hair. His arms slithered slyly around her waist, as he sat on the edge of his bed, pulling her towards him. She remained standing as Draco's hands slipped under her shirt, his warm hands touching her cold skin, sending shivers up her spine. He let go, and grabbed the bottom of his own top, taking it off in one swift movement, releasing his lips from hers for only a second. Her hands gently touched his luscious chest. His hands found her waist and ran his hands up her stomach. She took her hands off his chest and began undoing the buttons of her three-quarter red top. Once the last button was undone, Draco slit the top off, touching her now bare lower back. The intense desire escalated as Draco lay down, pulling Hermione on top of him. He unhooked her black bra and untangled his lips from hers, moving down to the base of her neck. In a brief motion, he ended up overtop her, as he kissed his way down to her flawless abdomen. Her fingers stroked his string-like hair, while he continued to caress her. The passion deepened from there as the two nude bodies indulged in their lust for each other.
[Kiss me all over is all I can say
I've waited a lifetime to feel this way
You leave me breathless and out of my mind
I'm just so helpless so baby be kind]
Draco seperated his lips from hers and lifted his head, muttering a spell, dimming the lights of his green and silver room. He looked down at the gorgeous girl and grinned, placing his chin at the base of her neck.
"So what did you want to tell me?" He teased. She smiled, playing with his tosseled hair.
"Thank you," she mouthed, staring into those boisterous eyes.
"For what?" He asked, knowing the answer, but wanting to hear her voice.
"For you," she answered, kissing the tip of his nose. Draco pulled the covers overtop them, and protectively wrapped his arms around her as the two fell asleep.
As the sun peeked over the bedroom window, Draco's eyes slowly opened. He turned his body over to face the still sleeping Hermione. He lightly stroked her chocolate brown hair, until her eyes began to flutter open.
"Morning," he greeted in his husky voice.
"Hi," she whispered, cuddling into his chest. He kissed the top of her hear, his arms embracing her. Moments later, he pulled her away.
"Come on Hermione, we still have to help McGonagall today," he said, as he got up to stretch. She groaned and pulled the covers over her head. He chuckled, and grabbed his deep green bathrobe as he headed to the bathroom. He took a cool shower as he thought about the events of last night. His mind wandered through different subjects as he stopped out of the bathtub, a half an hour later. He slipped the bathrobe back on and walked back to his room. He shook his head, silently laughing as he saw that the same lump under the covers had not moved.
"Get up Hermione. We still have to get breakfast," he said, opening his closet to find something to wear. She peeked her head over the warm blankets and watched the hansome Slytherin pick out a pair of black jeans and another muscle top. He turned around with this clothes and saw her watching him.
"Morning sleepyhead," he teased, sitting on the edge of the bed. Her arms emmerged from underneath the blankets and wrapped themselves around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. His hair was still wet from the shower that it left tiny droplets of water on Hermione's forehead. Draco gently wiped them away with his fingers as he gave her an extra bathrobe. She left his room, with her clothes from the other night in her arms, and took a shower. Back in her room, she chose a stylish pair of red track pants and a black tank top to match. She felt comfortable and relaxed as she put her hair up in a ponytail. With her wand in her pocket, she met Draco in the common room.
"What's all this?" She asked him, talking about the table for two filled with breakfast and fresh flowers, which was set up in the middle of the common room.
"Breakfast," he answered with a smile.
"For someone special," he added.
"Am I invited?" She asked teasingly. He walked over and snaked his arms around her waist.
"Maybe," he murmured, his lips against hers as his tongue began to explore the familiar territory.
"Mmm," she hummed into his sweet kiss. They sat down and started to eat their breakfast. Neither of them knew what to say, so the meal was a quiet one. After the table was cleared (with magic of course), the two headed into the Prefect office, where Professor McGonagall had already began re-organizing things.
"Good morning Professor!" Hermione greeted cheerfully, kneeling beside the aged witch.
"Good morning Miss Granger, Mr Malfoy," McGonagall acknowlegded the two Heads.
"What should we do first?" Hermione anxiously asked.
"Miss Granger, you can start by sorting those boxes of paper. I only want anything dated from 1990 until now. Everything before just put them in the pile to your left," McGonagall instructed, "Mr Malfoy, you can take these boxes down to the front entrance. Mr Filtch will meet you there with further instructions."
Even with the use of their magic, it took the group a full day to finish re-organizing the Prefect office By 7:45pm, Draco and Hermione were officially dismissed and the exhausted pair headed to their common room. Together, they rested in front of the fireplace as Draco subconciously began stroking Hermione's silky, chocolate brown hair, then placed a soft kiss on her loving lips. She looked up at him, his silver eyes sparkled with mysterious vitality as he jumped to his feet.
"Come," he said, offering her a hand.
"Where?" She asked curiously.
"You'll see." Hermione had never seen him so alive before. The gleam in his eyes danced in the candle lit hallways as Draco hurridley led Hermione up staircases upon staircases, until they eventually reached a dark corridor. Draco placed his hands over her eyes, casting a spell on her, blinding her for an instant.
"Where are we?" Hermione whispered totally oblivious to her surroundings.
"Alohamora," Draco commanded. The closed door flung open, and Draco continued to lead Hermione. He suddenly stopped, muttering the counter-spell for the blindness and placing his hands over her eyes.
"Are you ready?" He murmured into her ear. His husky masculin voice sent shivers throughout her entire body as she slowly nodded her head. Draco took his hands away from her eyes. She gasped in awe, awashed with emotion, as she overlooked the ravashing view of the navy night sky and the thousands of twinkling starts that painted the sky. She had never seen anything like it before.
"It's beautiful Draco!" She breathed, turning to him. He threw her a small lopsided grin, placing his arm around her shoulders and bringing her closer to him.
"Do you know where we are?" He asked her. She shook her head.
"We're in the highest tower in this castle. For years, witches and wizards often wondered how to reach this place, but I found the way. The moving stairs led me to this place. I come here a lot. It's just to quiet," he told her. They sat in silence, taking in the calming beauty. She felt his chest rise with every breath he took, and leaned in further, tucking her head under his chin. The sweet scent of Hermione got to Draco as he wrapped his arms around her waist, never wanting to let go. She looked up at him, watching the serene look in his eyes, another first for her. She had never seen that look in his eyes before and wondered why, as he looked even more handsome with it. The couple stared at the cresent moon, both wishing on the same shooting star before heading back down to their common room. Hermione was so exhausted from that day's work, that Draco had to help her to her room. She didn't bother changing but lay down and pulled the covers over her. Draco sat on the edge of her scarlet and gold bed, stroking her hand, until her eyes slowly closed. He quietly got up, ready to leave, but was pulled back by a sleepy Hermione.
"Don't go," she whispered. He gazed into her tired hazel eyes, and couldn't help but comply with the request. He walked over to the other side of the bed and slid in next to her.
The Spring Break ended quickly and Hermione and Draco remained close to each other, shielding their relationship from everyone else.
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-Baby T
A/N: hi guys!!! sorry it took awhile to get this up...i'm really busy rite now...hope you guys like chapter! this is were the story takes a turn!!! for the good though!!! lol...don't forget to review!!! oh and don't forget anything in [ and ] are song lyrics!!!
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Draco was inside, laying on a bench, lifting weights in large shorts and a muslce top. He sat up after hearing the door open.
"Hermione," he was a bit surprised, "I would have thought that you would've gone to the convention."
She shook her head, "Remember, we have to help McGonagall re-organize the Prefect office tomorrow."
"Oh yeah, I forgot," he said remembering their promise. She nearly forgot why she was there as she was mesmorized by the striking appearance of Draco's body. The muscle top outlines every fine line of each shaped muscle, and his hair wasn't slicked back, but it hung loosely over his tempting silver eyes.
"Hermione?" Draco stood up, ending her trance, "Are you alright?"
"Yes," she smiled, "I just wanted to thank you for everything that you've done for me. I don't even know why you did it but-" she was stopped as Draco grabbed her and firmly kissed her. She returned the kiss, running her fingers through his semi-wet hair. His arms slithered slyly around her waist, as he sat on the edge of his bed, pulling her towards him. She remained standing as Draco's hands slipped under her shirt, his warm hands touching her cold skin, sending shivers up her spine. He let go, and grabbed the bottom of his own top, taking it off in one swift movement, releasing his lips from hers for only a second. Her hands gently touched his luscious chest. His hands found her waist and ran his hands up her stomach. She took her hands off his chest and began undoing the buttons of her three-quarter red top. Once the last button was undone, Draco slit the top off, touching her now bare lower back. The intense desire escalated as Draco lay down, pulling Hermione on top of him. He unhooked her black bra and untangled his lips from hers, moving down to the base of her neck. In a brief motion, he ended up overtop her, as he kissed his way down to her flawless abdomen. Her fingers stroked his string-like hair, while he continued to caress her. The passion deepened from there as the two nude bodies indulged in their lust for each other.
[Kiss me all over is all I can say
I've waited a lifetime to feel this way
You leave me breathless and out of my mind
I'm just so helpless so baby be kind]
Draco seperated his lips from hers and lifted his head, muttering a spell, dimming the lights of his green and silver room. He looked down at the gorgeous girl and grinned, placing his chin at the base of her neck.
"So what did you want to tell me?" He teased. She smiled, playing with his tosseled hair.
"Thank you," she mouthed, staring into those boisterous eyes.
"For what?" He asked, knowing the answer, but wanting to hear her voice.
"For you," she answered, kissing the tip of his nose. Draco pulled the covers overtop them, and protectively wrapped his arms around her as the two fell asleep.
As the sun peeked over the bedroom window, Draco's eyes slowly opened. He turned his body over to face the still sleeping Hermione. He lightly stroked her chocolate brown hair, until her eyes began to flutter open.
"Morning," he greeted in his husky voice.
"Hi," she whispered, cuddling into his chest. He kissed the top of her hear, his arms embracing her. Moments later, he pulled her away.
"Come on Hermione, we still have to help McGonagall today," he said, as he got up to stretch. She groaned and pulled the covers over her head. He chuckled, and grabbed his deep green bathrobe as he headed to the bathroom. He took a cool shower as he thought about the events of last night. His mind wandered through different subjects as he stopped out of the bathtub, a half an hour later. He slipped the bathrobe back on and walked back to his room. He shook his head, silently laughing as he saw that the same lump under the covers had not moved.
"Get up Hermione. We still have to get breakfast," he said, opening his closet to find something to wear. She peeked her head over the warm blankets and watched the hansome Slytherin pick out a pair of black jeans and another muscle top. He turned around with this clothes and saw her watching him.
"Morning sleepyhead," he teased, sitting on the edge of the bed. Her arms emmerged from underneath the blankets and wrapped themselves around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. His hair was still wet from the shower that it left tiny droplets of water on Hermione's forehead. Draco gently wiped them away with his fingers as he gave her an extra bathrobe. She left his room, with her clothes from the other night in her arms, and took a shower. Back in her room, she chose a stylish pair of red track pants and a black tank top to match. She felt comfortable and relaxed as she put her hair up in a ponytail. With her wand in her pocket, she met Draco in the common room.
"What's all this?" She asked him, talking about the table for two filled with breakfast and fresh flowers, which was set up in the middle of the common room.
"Breakfast," he answered with a smile.
"For someone special," he added.
"Am I invited?" She asked teasingly. He walked over and snaked his arms around her waist.
"Maybe," he murmured, his lips against hers as his tongue began to explore the familiar territory.
"Mmm," she hummed into his sweet kiss. They sat down and started to eat their breakfast. Neither of them knew what to say, so the meal was a quiet one. After the table was cleared (with magic of course), the two headed into the Prefect office, where Professor McGonagall had already began re-organizing things.
"Good morning Professor!" Hermione greeted cheerfully, kneeling beside the aged witch.
"Good morning Miss Granger, Mr Malfoy," McGonagall acknowlegded the two Heads.
"What should we do first?" Hermione anxiously asked.
"Miss Granger, you can start by sorting those boxes of paper. I only want anything dated from 1990 until now. Everything before just put them in the pile to your left," McGonagall instructed, "Mr Malfoy, you can take these boxes down to the front entrance. Mr Filtch will meet you there with further instructions."
Even with the use of their magic, it took the group a full day to finish re-organizing the Prefect office By 7:45pm, Draco and Hermione were officially dismissed and the exhausted pair headed to their common room. Together, they rested in front of the fireplace as Draco subconciously began stroking Hermione's silky, chocolate brown hair, then placed a soft kiss on her loving lips. She looked up at him, his silver eyes sparkled with mysterious vitality as he jumped to his feet.
"Come," he said, offering her a hand.
"Where?" She asked curiously.
"You'll see." Hermione had never seen him so alive before. The gleam in his eyes danced in the candle lit hallways as Draco hurridley led Hermione up staircases upon staircases, until they eventually reached a dark corridor. Draco placed his hands over her eyes, casting a spell on her, blinding her for an instant.
"Where are we?" Hermione whispered totally oblivious to her surroundings.
"Alohamora," Draco commanded. The closed door flung open, and Draco continued to lead Hermione. He suddenly stopped, muttering the counter-spell for the blindness and placing his hands over her eyes.
"Are you ready?" He murmured into her ear. His husky masculin voice sent shivers throughout her entire body as she slowly nodded her head. Draco took his hands away from her eyes. She gasped in awe, awashed with emotion, as she overlooked the ravashing view of the navy night sky and the thousands of twinkling starts that painted the sky. She had never seen anything like it before.
"It's beautiful Draco!" She breathed, turning to him. He threw her a small lopsided grin, placing his arm around her shoulders and bringing her closer to him.
"Do you know where we are?" He asked her. She shook her head.
"We're in the highest tower in this castle. For years, witches and wizards often wondered how to reach this place, but I found the way. The moving stairs led me to this place. I come here a lot. It's just to quiet," he told her. They sat in silence, taking in the calming beauty. She felt his chest rise with every breath he took, and leaned in further, tucking her head under his chin. The sweet scent of Hermione got to Draco as he wrapped his arms around her waist, never wanting to let go. She looked up at him, watching the serene look in his eyes, another first for her. She had never seen that look in his eyes before and wondered why, as he looked even more handsome with it. The couple stared at the cresent moon, both wishing on the same shooting star before heading back down to their common room. Hermione was so exhausted from that day's work, that Draco had to help her to her room. She didn't bother changing but lay down and pulled the covers over her. Draco sat on the edge of her scarlet and gold bed, stroking her hand, until her eyes slowly closed. He quietly got up, ready to leave, but was pulled back by a sleepy Hermione.
"Don't go," she whispered. He gazed into her tired hazel eyes, and couldn't help but comply with the request. He walked over to the other side of the bed and slid in next to her.
The Spring Break ended quickly and Hermione and Draco remained close to each other, shielding their relationship from everyone else.
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ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh.....what a chapter eh? well if you want to read more...review!!! the more reviews i get the faster the next chapter goes up! and reviews inpire me to write more!!! and don't be shy to e-mail me at babyt_3@hotmail.com ... but plz tell me you're from ff.net in the subject title, so i don't mistake it for junk mail... ciao
-Baby T