A/N: Hey, I know I don't usually update this soon, but I'm doing this for
my awesome beta whose birthday is tomorrow! You're the bestest Steffanie,
happy birthday!!! You should go read her story and review it for her on
her B-Day!!! Her pen name is KivaidensGirl, and her story Collision of two
worlds is really good! I'm so happy with my how my stories going, I hope
you can tell with how my writing has changed.
**Thank you to all of my readers, you people are the real reason I enjoy writing this so much!**
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"It was you?" she said too embarrassed to look at him.
"Yeah, it was me."
"Why'd you do it?"
"I don't know, it just felt right," said Draco not really having a reason, "do you regret it now?"
"Why?"
"Because you know it was me."
"No," she said as she slipped through the door, leaving Draco to comprehend what she just said.
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~Does that mean she likes me? If so, does that mean I have a chance?~ He thought as he tossed and turned in his bed.
~Why am I going crazy over her? I was raised not do want beneath me? What are you talking about, she's not beneath you! She beats you at everything! You could try all you want and she would and does kick your ass at it,~ thinking about that brought a smile to his face.
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~Oh Merlin, does this mean I like Malfoy? I can't like Malfoy, plus, Malfoy would never like me. He kissed me back, does this mean something? Why am I still thinking about this? It was just a kiss,~ thought Hermione but what was she kidding herself she liked that kiss, she could still feel the affects of that kiss. She wanted more of that kiss.
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She hadn't realized she had fallen asleep until she woke up from the sun light pouring through her window at her. She got dressed and went to see Harry. She felt so guilty about her actions, but she refused to tell him.
He looked so helpless in the hospital bed, his head wrapped in bandages along with his wrist and both his ankles. She walked closer to his bed and placed a small kiss in his forehead.
"Good morning, sleepy-head," she said when she saw him stir in discomfort in the bed and slowly open his eyes. Something just didn't feel the same. They both sensed it, but they happily ignored it.
"I'm hungry," he said, and she laughed.
"Well, I'll ask Madam Pomfrey if I can take you to the Great Hall to eat breakfast," she said as she left and returned a few minutes later, "she said it would be fine for you to go eat, but you'll have to return here for her to check you." They left to the Great Hall.
They spent most of their time talking with Ron. Fortunately, he didn't mention the "mysterious" boy he say Hermione leave with.
After she walked with Harry back to Madam Pomfrey, she ran into Ginny. She was full of questions that Hermione really didn't want to answer.
"Who was that boy last night, I mean, you did dance with him," she said in a very curious manner, "Did he tell you?"
"No, he didn't. He danced with me then he left, or at least I didn't run into him, sorry," she answered hastily, "Sorry, to cut this chat short but I have tons of work to do, catch you later."
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Malfoy had been thinking about Hermione all day. He had to tell her, and he had to be with her. Her birthday was coming up. He had asked her one day when they were doing Potion's homework, knowing it would come in handy. He left, as she entered, to plan.
Before he entered his room he made brief, friendly conversation with her. It just seemed to float of their mouths, like it was the most natural thing they have ever done. They just continued to talk the Sunday evening away. They learned a brief history about one another, nothing to personal but just enough to cure any curiosities.
Hermione caught in conversation totally, again, forgot about Harry. The more their words flowed the more she was drawn to his breathtaking lips. She hadn't even noticed herself get closer to him, inching closer and closer with each word spoken.
She could take it anymore she had to kiss him. She had to feel he knees go weak, and her breath grow short. She had to feel him. And before she knew she was kissing him. She wasn't sure who started the kiss, but she was sure she was going to continue it.
Their tongues danced together in perfect rhythm. They both knew they shouldn't be doing it, and that made is so much more desirable. She knew she had to meet Harry in less than an hour, and Draco knew his weekly update with his father was scheduled for tonight in the fire place right in front of them. Then the kiss was over as soon as it started, neither of them sure you pulled away. They both knew, though, that they wanted to continue this exciting, passionate experience.
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~Maybe, I won't have to work as hard at getting her after all,~ thought Draco. He grabbed her journal and started to write:
Dear Journal:
I'm going to plan Hermione a great birthday party in our common room. A small party, just me and her together for diner, maybe. I don't know how I'll be able to make plans with her on her birthday, because she's probably doing something with Potter. Maybe breakfast in bed. I'll get her a gift, something she'll like. I don't know what Hermione likes! I'll have to find that out, too. Hermione and I, will be together! I don't care if I have to kill Potter. I will have my sweet Hermione.
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Hermione spent the rest of the evening talking to Harry. It was nothing like talking to Draco. With Harry she had to force her words out, and think about what to say, she never noticed this before. Maybe she had changed, or because of new experiences she noticed what was all ready there. She was nervous around Harry now, she wasn't at all nervous with Draco.
~Blah, blah, blah....is quiditch the only thing Harry knows? That is all he has been talking about for two hours, you'd think he'd have something interesting to say,~ Hermione thought, trying not to fall asleep. ~Why am I being so impatient with him?~
"Harry it's getting kind of late, I'm going to go to bed," she got up to leave, "goodnight, sweet dreams," when she was done talking she kissed him on the lips lightly and walked to her dorm room. After the last few days she needed a lot of sleep.
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A/N Press that button and review me!!!! You know you want to! Sorry, got a little carried away! I really appreciate my readers, so you don't have to review as long as you read. THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!
**Thank you to all of my readers, you people are the real reason I enjoy writing this so much!**
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"It was you?" she said too embarrassed to look at him.
"Yeah, it was me."
"Why'd you do it?"
"I don't know, it just felt right," said Draco not really having a reason, "do you regret it now?"
"Why?"
"Because you know it was me."
"No," she said as she slipped through the door, leaving Draco to comprehend what she just said.
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~Does that mean she likes me? If so, does that mean I have a chance?~ He thought as he tossed and turned in his bed.
~Why am I going crazy over her? I was raised not do want beneath me? What are you talking about, she's not beneath you! She beats you at everything! You could try all you want and she would and does kick your ass at it,~ thinking about that brought a smile to his face.
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~Oh Merlin, does this mean I like Malfoy? I can't like Malfoy, plus, Malfoy would never like me. He kissed me back, does this mean something? Why am I still thinking about this? It was just a kiss,~ thought Hermione but what was she kidding herself she liked that kiss, she could still feel the affects of that kiss. She wanted more of that kiss.
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She hadn't realized she had fallen asleep until she woke up from the sun light pouring through her window at her. She got dressed and went to see Harry. She felt so guilty about her actions, but she refused to tell him.
He looked so helpless in the hospital bed, his head wrapped in bandages along with his wrist and both his ankles. She walked closer to his bed and placed a small kiss in his forehead.
"Good morning, sleepy-head," she said when she saw him stir in discomfort in the bed and slowly open his eyes. Something just didn't feel the same. They both sensed it, but they happily ignored it.
"I'm hungry," he said, and she laughed.
"Well, I'll ask Madam Pomfrey if I can take you to the Great Hall to eat breakfast," she said as she left and returned a few minutes later, "she said it would be fine for you to go eat, but you'll have to return here for her to check you." They left to the Great Hall.
They spent most of their time talking with Ron. Fortunately, he didn't mention the "mysterious" boy he say Hermione leave with.
After she walked with Harry back to Madam Pomfrey, she ran into Ginny. She was full of questions that Hermione really didn't want to answer.
"Who was that boy last night, I mean, you did dance with him," she said in a very curious manner, "Did he tell you?"
"No, he didn't. He danced with me then he left, or at least I didn't run into him, sorry," she answered hastily, "Sorry, to cut this chat short but I have tons of work to do, catch you later."
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Malfoy had been thinking about Hermione all day. He had to tell her, and he had to be with her. Her birthday was coming up. He had asked her one day when they were doing Potion's homework, knowing it would come in handy. He left, as she entered, to plan.
Before he entered his room he made brief, friendly conversation with her. It just seemed to float of their mouths, like it was the most natural thing they have ever done. They just continued to talk the Sunday evening away. They learned a brief history about one another, nothing to personal but just enough to cure any curiosities.
Hermione caught in conversation totally, again, forgot about Harry. The more their words flowed the more she was drawn to his breathtaking lips. She hadn't even noticed herself get closer to him, inching closer and closer with each word spoken.
She could take it anymore she had to kiss him. She had to feel he knees go weak, and her breath grow short. She had to feel him. And before she knew she was kissing him. She wasn't sure who started the kiss, but she was sure she was going to continue it.
Their tongues danced together in perfect rhythm. They both knew they shouldn't be doing it, and that made is so much more desirable. She knew she had to meet Harry in less than an hour, and Draco knew his weekly update with his father was scheduled for tonight in the fire place right in front of them. Then the kiss was over as soon as it started, neither of them sure you pulled away. They both knew, though, that they wanted to continue this exciting, passionate experience.
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~Maybe, I won't have to work as hard at getting her after all,~ thought Draco. He grabbed her journal and started to write:
Dear Journal:
I'm going to plan Hermione a great birthday party in our common room. A small party, just me and her together for diner, maybe. I don't know how I'll be able to make plans with her on her birthday, because she's probably doing something with Potter. Maybe breakfast in bed. I'll get her a gift, something she'll like. I don't know what Hermione likes! I'll have to find that out, too. Hermione and I, will be together! I don't care if I have to kill Potter. I will have my sweet Hermione.
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Hermione spent the rest of the evening talking to Harry. It was nothing like talking to Draco. With Harry she had to force her words out, and think about what to say, she never noticed this before. Maybe she had changed, or because of new experiences she noticed what was all ready there. She was nervous around Harry now, she wasn't at all nervous with Draco.
~Blah, blah, blah....is quiditch the only thing Harry knows? That is all he has been talking about for two hours, you'd think he'd have something interesting to say,~ Hermione thought, trying not to fall asleep. ~Why am I being so impatient with him?~
"Harry it's getting kind of late, I'm going to go to bed," she got up to leave, "goodnight, sweet dreams," when she was done talking she kissed him on the lips lightly and walked to her dorm room. After the last few days she needed a lot of sleep.
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A/N Press that button and review me!!!! You know you want to! Sorry, got a little carried away! I really appreciate my readers, so you don't have to review as long as you read. THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!