'ello all. I have returned from movie watching to write. Yes, more of this developing relationship between Draco and Hermione.
Oh yea, I don't own HP...pout but ya never know.
Dream sequence::::
First she felt the weight and warmth of another body on hers. She opened her eyes wide to find she was sitting on a bed and her assignment was laying on top of her with his eyes closed.
She tried to gently awaken him, stroking his face lovingly. And then she saw the blood...the warmth she had felt was his blood covering her body.
All she could hear was a dull ringing, she finally realized it was her own scream. She tried to escape, but Draco's body was pinning her. And the bed covered in red silk was stained crimson.
Then she looked out into the pitch black that surrounded the bed and felt something stir.
She could hear it, but couldn't see. Hermione had to stifle a whimper.
Draco's eyelids fluttered open. It was dark and the clock read 3:00 a.m. Why was he dreaming of the mudblood?
Hermione woke and pulled the covers around her shoulders. It was late and she still had a hangover from the night festivities. She looked at the drunken young man she had brought home.
Groaning in frustration, she walked to the kitchen to get a glass of water. She hated awkward moments like these.
Whenever something horrible happened in her life, she turned to dear Jack and it always got her in trouble.
So here she was in her bloomers out in her kitchen at 3:04 a.m. and she had no idea what to do. It was quite nippy now that she thought about it, too cold.
She turned around to see a full moon out her window, wide and deathly pale...almost blue. Somewhere someone else was looking at the moon too.
Draco without thinking got up out of bed and almost fell down the small rise that held his bed. No wait, he was walking!
He marveled at it for a moment then the hairs on the back of his neck pricked. He wasn't alone.
A hissing voice spoke from the dark recesses of his room and said amused," I see we are happy with gifts from the master..."
Draco blanched when he realized there is only one master...
Stubbing her toe on a old copy of Hogwart's a History Hermione made her way to the couch, feeling around for lumps.
She plopped down and felt a sharp pain. Reaching down she picked up a stiletto that she had thrown in the frenzy to get the blonde bloke into her room and bed him.
Embarassed at her lack of judgement when drunk, Hermione was suddenly lifted and jerked stiffly into a full body bind.
She looked at the wand and the eyes lit by the moon and was in shock. Those same blue eyes at the other end of the wand looked at her in amusement.
That was all she remembered before she heard her bedroom door open and her late night companion say,"he..." A flash of light and a dull thud as his body fell to the floor.
Hermione didn't know if he was dead, but she feared the worst. Her mind began to click with a plan, but she knew in the bind she was almost helpless.
She had also been stupid enough to leave her wand on the bedside dresser. Would lack of forethought be her downfall?
a/n: Yes, this one's a little short, but I felt like leaving you in suspense. Thanks for all the lovely reviews. And it's starting to heat up. Don't worry, we're mounting, we'll get to the action soon enough.
Oh yea, I don't own HP...pout but ya never know.
Dream sequence::::
First she felt the weight and warmth of another body on hers. She opened her eyes wide to find she was sitting on a bed and her assignment was laying on top of her with his eyes closed.
She tried to gently awaken him, stroking his face lovingly. And then she saw the blood...the warmth she had felt was his blood covering her body.
All she could hear was a dull ringing, she finally realized it was her own scream. She tried to escape, but Draco's body was pinning her. And the bed covered in red silk was stained crimson.
Then she looked out into the pitch black that surrounded the bed and felt something stir.
She could hear it, but couldn't see. Hermione had to stifle a whimper.
Draco's eyelids fluttered open. It was dark and the clock read 3:00 a.m. Why was he dreaming of the mudblood?
Hermione woke and pulled the covers around her shoulders. It was late and she still had a hangover from the night festivities. She looked at the drunken young man she had brought home.
Groaning in frustration, she walked to the kitchen to get a glass of water. She hated awkward moments like these.
Whenever something horrible happened in her life, she turned to dear Jack and it always got her in trouble.
So here she was in her bloomers out in her kitchen at 3:04 a.m. and she had no idea what to do. It was quite nippy now that she thought about it, too cold.
She turned around to see a full moon out her window, wide and deathly pale...almost blue. Somewhere someone else was looking at the moon too.
Draco without thinking got up out of bed and almost fell down the small rise that held his bed. No wait, he was walking!
He marveled at it for a moment then the hairs on the back of his neck pricked. He wasn't alone.
A hissing voice spoke from the dark recesses of his room and said amused," I see we are happy with gifts from the master..."
Draco blanched when he realized there is only one master...
Stubbing her toe on a old copy of Hogwart's a History Hermione made her way to the couch, feeling around for lumps.
She plopped down and felt a sharp pain. Reaching down she picked up a stiletto that she had thrown in the frenzy to get the blonde bloke into her room and bed him.
Embarassed at her lack of judgement when drunk, Hermione was suddenly lifted and jerked stiffly into a full body bind.
She looked at the wand and the eyes lit by the moon and was in shock. Those same blue eyes at the other end of the wand looked at her in amusement.
That was all she remembered before she heard her bedroom door open and her late night companion say,"he..." A flash of light and a dull thud as his body fell to the floor.
Hermione didn't know if he was dead, but she feared the worst. Her mind began to click with a plan, but she knew in the bind she was almost helpless.
She had also been stupid enough to leave her wand on the bedside dresser. Would lack of forethought be her downfall?
a/n: Yes, this one's a little short, but I felt like leaving you in suspense. Thanks for all the lovely reviews. And it's starting to heat up. Don't worry, we're mounting, we'll get to the action soon enough.