A/N: Shit! This story is absolute shit! I really don't want to keep writing
this. I have an idea for another story. I need at least 20 reviews saying
they want this story to keep going or I'm starting a new one. Oh, and you
20 reviewers out there, PLEASE GIVE ME IDEAS!!! I am so lost with this
story and it makes me sad!!! I'm not doing this just to get reviews either.
I'm genuinely annoyed with this story.
Chapter 25: She Know's
Hermione and Draco had been dating in secret for almost 2 months now. He was still his arrogant old self and Hermione was still the innocent book lover. Nothing much had changed.
It was a Wednesday morning and Hermione was currently lying in her bed, waiting for the alarm to ring even though she was awake. Suddenly, she shivered and drew the blankets closer around her. She was still cold though. Hermione would have gone and got her wand except for the fear of being frozen. She breathed out and gasped. Her breath was crystallising in front of her.
"Who is here? Peeves?" she demanded still huddled up. "Whoever you are, go away. In case you hadn't noticed, I'm kind of cold," she said haughtily.
Still the cold presence didn't leave.
"I'm serious?" Hermione tried getting a little angry.
'So am I.' the words appeared through stranger cracks in her mirror. Hermione gasped and then looked more intently. That was, blood!
Hermione let out a bloodcurdling scream and ran to her nightstand grabbing her wand.
"Who, who are you. C come out right now, you c...c...coward," she said shakily.
"Coward am I? I do believe I'm not the one standing there shivering even unable to form two words!" the voice whispered fiercely.
"Are you a ghost?" she asked timidly.
"No," the thing said.
"Are you a poltergeist," she tried again.
"No."
"What are you?" she asked finally slowly inching towards the door.
"I'm your worst nightmare," the thing cackled and at that moment, Hermione wrenched on the door.
"Uh uh uh. You're not going anywhere," it said. She felt something whoosh past her. She spun around. Suddenly a pair of arms grabbed her tightly around the middle and began to squeeze the life out of her. She screamed faintly trying to draw in deep breaths.
"Hermione. Hermione." A distant voice was saying. Her eyes were drooping, there wasn't enough oxygen.
"Hermione! Wake up!" Draco said shoving her slightly.
Hermione woke with a jolt and then fell on the floor dragging in deep breaths, trying to fill her lungs with air and get her heart pumping again.
Draco jumped out and sat next to her holding her gently. When she had finally regained her breath they both sat up on her bed again.
"What happened," Draco asked.
"I had a horrible dream," she said shakily, still white as s ghost.
"Care to indulge?" he said slipping his arms around her and hugging her softly.
She recalled the story, still shivering out of cold. Draco noticed and pulled the blanket from the bed onto her.
"Freaky. But it was only a dream so there is nothing to worry about," he said grinning.
"Nothing to worry about!" Hermione shrieked. "I could have died unless you had woken me up you know!" she said hysterically.
"Shh, calm down. I'm sure it was nothing," he said hugging her tighter.
"Sure. Nothing to you. You weren't the one gasping for breath from a friggen DREAM were you?!" she said angrily. "Look just forget it. I'm going to go and get dressed," she said wearily and walked into her room.
She walked into the common room to find Draco sitting there in pants and a jacket. "We're not allowed to wear that in classes in case you hadn't realised," she said.
"And in case you hadn't realised, its Sunday today," he said smirking trying to put her in a good mood.
"Oh, shut up," she snapped and stomped back to her room to change again. Once she had finally dressed the second time that morning she walked down the stairs to find Draco still waiting for her. He walked over to her and gave her a kiss and a hug.
"So what are we going to do today baby?" he said quietly in her ear.
"Um, I actually decided to spend the day in Gryffindor. I haven't really been hanging out with them lately. I'll be back tonight though," she said and then walked out the door.
"PMS," Draco sighed and walked towards his own house common room.
Hermione didn't return to her room later that night though. In the morning she walked in quietly to find Draco still fulled dressed, sleeping on the couch. She quietly walked past him to get to her room.
"Where have you been," he said groggily.
"Oh, I decided to stay the night with Ginny. We were catching up and she invited me to stay over so I accepted.
"Hm. Ok. Why didn't you tell me then?" he said sitting up now.
"I guess it just slipped my mind. I was having so much fun the whole day with Harry and Ron, and I guess I just forgot."
"You spent the whole day with them?" he said raising one eyebrow.
"Yep. And it was great."
"How come I didn't see you at the quidditch pitch then at about 3 o clock when we had a mock match?" he said.
"Oh, I was with Neville."
"Neville was in the stands, cheering Saint Potter on," he grumbled.
"Right, well I was meeting so many people..."
"Save it ok," he said angrily and went into his room. Hermione closed her eyes as his door slammed. She waited a few minutes regretting ever leaving him and then walked quietly up his stairs. She reached his door and was about to knock when she heard him talking. Her curiosity got the better of her and so she leaned in and listened.
"It's not going too well. She got angry with me today. I need a lot more time, I don't think I have her full trust yet." She heard him say faintly through the door. There was silence and then...
"Well you really need to get a move on boy. Our master is not the most patient of people. You know how he longs for the mudblood's knowledge, her innocence, her blood." The last bit was said with menace and thirst. Hermione gasped and then quickly covered her mouth.
"What was that?" the foreign voice asked urgently.
"I don't know father. It was probably just the wind but I'd better go check," he said in an apprehensive tone. He opened his door and looked down the stairs. There was no one there. He walked briskly down the stairs and opened the door to find Hermione sitting at her desk reading a book. She turned around at the sound of his door.
"Look, I'm really sorry about before..." she started but Draco held a finger to his lips. He walked over to her and ran a long finger down her face. She gulped and looked at him in surprise.
"What are you reading," he said calmly.
"Oh, just a book from the library. It's called," she turned it over to look at the cover.
"The Art of Transfiguration," Draco read aloud, although he wasn't looking at the book. He watched her hands and saw them tremble slightly.
"Well, I have a lot of homework to do, so I'd better get to it," he said and leaned down capturing her face in a kiss. He pulled her up and held her tightly against him. His tongue forced its way into her mouth. He kissed her almost with malice. Hermione felt blood in her mouth and tried to pull away. He was holding her too tightly. He suddenly pulled away.
"Wow," was all he said as he licked a drop of blood of his lip. I didn't know kissing could be so intense," he said smirking and then walked back into his room.
He picked up the small paperclip. "She knows."
A/N: sorry it took me so long to update. I was avoiding the net coz I taped Survivor and I didn't want to find out what happened. Anyway, I can't believe Amber won!!!!!! Although I'm glad it was her and not Rob. I am so voting for Big Tom and Rupert especially Rupert in the online thing! I love Rupert! I so want a top like his! Anyway, back to the story, tell me where it's going, coz I'm pulling ideas out of my ass here!
Chapter 25: She Know's
Hermione and Draco had been dating in secret for almost 2 months now. He was still his arrogant old self and Hermione was still the innocent book lover. Nothing much had changed.
It was a Wednesday morning and Hermione was currently lying in her bed, waiting for the alarm to ring even though she was awake. Suddenly, she shivered and drew the blankets closer around her. She was still cold though. Hermione would have gone and got her wand except for the fear of being frozen. She breathed out and gasped. Her breath was crystallising in front of her.
"Who is here? Peeves?" she demanded still huddled up. "Whoever you are, go away. In case you hadn't noticed, I'm kind of cold," she said haughtily.
Still the cold presence didn't leave.
"I'm serious?" Hermione tried getting a little angry.
'So am I.' the words appeared through stranger cracks in her mirror. Hermione gasped and then looked more intently. That was, blood!
Hermione let out a bloodcurdling scream and ran to her nightstand grabbing her wand.
"Who, who are you. C come out right now, you c...c...coward," she said shakily.
"Coward am I? I do believe I'm not the one standing there shivering even unable to form two words!" the voice whispered fiercely.
"Are you a ghost?" she asked timidly.
"No," the thing said.
"Are you a poltergeist," she tried again.
"No."
"What are you?" she asked finally slowly inching towards the door.
"I'm your worst nightmare," the thing cackled and at that moment, Hermione wrenched on the door.
"Uh uh uh. You're not going anywhere," it said. She felt something whoosh past her. She spun around. Suddenly a pair of arms grabbed her tightly around the middle and began to squeeze the life out of her. She screamed faintly trying to draw in deep breaths.
"Hermione. Hermione." A distant voice was saying. Her eyes were drooping, there wasn't enough oxygen.
"Hermione! Wake up!" Draco said shoving her slightly.
Hermione woke with a jolt and then fell on the floor dragging in deep breaths, trying to fill her lungs with air and get her heart pumping again.
Draco jumped out and sat next to her holding her gently. When she had finally regained her breath they both sat up on her bed again.
"What happened," Draco asked.
"I had a horrible dream," she said shakily, still white as s ghost.
"Care to indulge?" he said slipping his arms around her and hugging her softly.
She recalled the story, still shivering out of cold. Draco noticed and pulled the blanket from the bed onto her.
"Freaky. But it was only a dream so there is nothing to worry about," he said grinning.
"Nothing to worry about!" Hermione shrieked. "I could have died unless you had woken me up you know!" she said hysterically.
"Shh, calm down. I'm sure it was nothing," he said hugging her tighter.
"Sure. Nothing to you. You weren't the one gasping for breath from a friggen DREAM were you?!" she said angrily. "Look just forget it. I'm going to go and get dressed," she said wearily and walked into her room.
She walked into the common room to find Draco sitting there in pants and a jacket. "We're not allowed to wear that in classes in case you hadn't realised," she said.
"And in case you hadn't realised, its Sunday today," he said smirking trying to put her in a good mood.
"Oh, shut up," she snapped and stomped back to her room to change again. Once she had finally dressed the second time that morning she walked down the stairs to find Draco still waiting for her. He walked over to her and gave her a kiss and a hug.
"So what are we going to do today baby?" he said quietly in her ear.
"Um, I actually decided to spend the day in Gryffindor. I haven't really been hanging out with them lately. I'll be back tonight though," she said and then walked out the door.
"PMS," Draco sighed and walked towards his own house common room.
Hermione didn't return to her room later that night though. In the morning she walked in quietly to find Draco still fulled dressed, sleeping on the couch. She quietly walked past him to get to her room.
"Where have you been," he said groggily.
"Oh, I decided to stay the night with Ginny. We were catching up and she invited me to stay over so I accepted.
"Hm. Ok. Why didn't you tell me then?" he said sitting up now.
"I guess it just slipped my mind. I was having so much fun the whole day with Harry and Ron, and I guess I just forgot."
"You spent the whole day with them?" he said raising one eyebrow.
"Yep. And it was great."
"How come I didn't see you at the quidditch pitch then at about 3 o clock when we had a mock match?" he said.
"Oh, I was with Neville."
"Neville was in the stands, cheering Saint Potter on," he grumbled.
"Right, well I was meeting so many people..."
"Save it ok," he said angrily and went into his room. Hermione closed her eyes as his door slammed. She waited a few minutes regretting ever leaving him and then walked quietly up his stairs. She reached his door and was about to knock when she heard him talking. Her curiosity got the better of her and so she leaned in and listened.
"It's not going too well. She got angry with me today. I need a lot more time, I don't think I have her full trust yet." She heard him say faintly through the door. There was silence and then...
"Well you really need to get a move on boy. Our master is not the most patient of people. You know how he longs for the mudblood's knowledge, her innocence, her blood." The last bit was said with menace and thirst. Hermione gasped and then quickly covered her mouth.
"What was that?" the foreign voice asked urgently.
"I don't know father. It was probably just the wind but I'd better go check," he said in an apprehensive tone. He opened his door and looked down the stairs. There was no one there. He walked briskly down the stairs and opened the door to find Hermione sitting at her desk reading a book. She turned around at the sound of his door.
"Look, I'm really sorry about before..." she started but Draco held a finger to his lips. He walked over to her and ran a long finger down her face. She gulped and looked at him in surprise.
"What are you reading," he said calmly.
"Oh, just a book from the library. It's called," she turned it over to look at the cover.
"The Art of Transfiguration," Draco read aloud, although he wasn't looking at the book. He watched her hands and saw them tremble slightly.
"Well, I have a lot of homework to do, so I'd better get to it," he said and leaned down capturing her face in a kiss. He pulled her up and held her tightly against him. His tongue forced its way into her mouth. He kissed her almost with malice. Hermione felt blood in her mouth and tried to pull away. He was holding her too tightly. He suddenly pulled away.
"Wow," was all he said as he licked a drop of blood of his lip. I didn't know kissing could be so intense," he said smirking and then walked back into his room.
He picked up the small paperclip. "She knows."
A/N: sorry it took me so long to update. I was avoiding the net coz I taped Survivor and I didn't want to find out what happened. Anyway, I can't believe Amber won!!!!!! Although I'm glad it was her and not Rob. I am so voting for Big Tom and Rupert especially Rupert in the online thing! I love Rupert! I so want a top like his! Anyway, back to the story, tell me where it's going, coz I'm pulling ideas out of my ass here!