Disclaimer: Who is JK Rowling really? You honestly want to know? She is the
almighty of the fictional universe... aka: NOT ME!
Author's note: No Stacy yet again... I'm too happy to not keep writing! YAY! Good job everyone! I got reviews so quickly! *grins widely*! If you read my story and you are NOT reviewing.. Well... Let's just say you're in trouble... Special thanks to those who are good fic readers and REVIEW! Kinky Girl, Melon Delight, Chikata (I know I love the nightgown too!), Dracos Lover, bug-a-lugs926, and Lizzie (interior design is great stuff! i love to imagine perfect rooms! haha can you tell?)! So.. since you are all so nice, I wrote another chappie today! *bows* anywho... on with the story!!
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Hermione quietly tried to slip out of the common room. She needed to get to breakfast without Malfoy seeing her... It would be way too... Weird.
She padded across the wood floor, and reached the portrait. She gently pushed it open, skipped out, and slammed it shut. A heavy sigh escaped her body as she began to wander to the Great Hall.
Strong hands shot out from an abandoned classroom, and wrapped firmly around her shoulders, reeling her in. She let out a startled cry.
"Shh!" ordered a voice, as the door closed - it was too dark to tell who it was.
"Who are you?! Why is it so dark in here?!" Hermione asked nervously as a finger touched her lips. Hermione recognized the person's scent, but she couldn't figure it out.
"Who are you?" she tried again, more calmly.
Warm lips pressed against hers, sending a sweet sensation through her. A tongue brushed lightly across hers, and she felt a powerful hand running up her back. This was amazingly romantic. Hermione loved it. She wrapped her arms around the person's neck and tickled the short hairs on it.
She had only been kissed once before, and that was by Harry in 5th year. Harry made a bet with Fred that he would kiss Hermione at the Yule Ball, or he would have to eat a cockroach cluster. Needless to say, it was like a peck, but a little longer. This, however, was... Indescribable.
When the guy finally pulled away, Hermone breathed in deeply. Who smelled like this? The spicy, soapy scent was driving her wild.
Before Hermione could say another word, she could hear retreating footsteps in the distance.
"No, wait!" she called. The guy didn't leave through the door... He must know a secret passage. She fumbled through the pitch black room, but she wasn't having any success with finding another way out.
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"Hey! "Mione! Where've you been?!" Harry smiled, motioning for her to sit down beside him.
"Yeah, what took you so long to get down here?" said Ron, giving her a quizzical look.
"Um... I woke up late." she mumbled, lowering herself into the chair.
"Ah, I see... Good excuse! We'll pretend we believe you, for now," winked Ron.
"It sucks that you have to stay in your own room this year, and with Malfoy, no less!" huffed an annoyed Harry.
"And right on cue, there's the ass himself!" muttered Ron.
Hermione's face shot up, and she watched him saunter over to the Slytherin table. His hair was slightly tousled, and his lips were of a deeper than normal shade, like he was just recently kissed. Hermione suddenly felt light-headed. 'Malfoy?' she thought, 'No way...'
Then she considered the events from the night before. Could he really like her, but want to keep it a secret? "Fuck!" she whispered, and hurried out of the Great Hall, not noticing how Harry and Ron were calling after her.
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A/N 2: Yes, yes I see you guys glaring at me... A short chapter after I promised to try and write longer chappies! I'm sorry but I needed it to end that way to start the next chapter properly! Do you want to know a way to make the next chapter come out faster? REVIEW! *laughs evilly* ahem.. so would you be so kind and review for lil' ol' me? *flutters eyelashes*... *narrows eyes* i see you thinking about not reviewing.. not wise... so DO IT!
Author's note: No Stacy yet again... I'm too happy to not keep writing! YAY! Good job everyone! I got reviews so quickly! *grins widely*! If you read my story and you are NOT reviewing.. Well... Let's just say you're in trouble... Special thanks to those who are good fic readers and REVIEW! Kinky Girl, Melon Delight, Chikata (I know I love the nightgown too!), Dracos Lover, bug-a-lugs926, and Lizzie (interior design is great stuff! i love to imagine perfect rooms! haha can you tell?)! So.. since you are all so nice, I wrote another chappie today! *bows* anywho... on with the story!!
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Hermione quietly tried to slip out of the common room. She needed to get to breakfast without Malfoy seeing her... It would be way too... Weird.
She padded across the wood floor, and reached the portrait. She gently pushed it open, skipped out, and slammed it shut. A heavy sigh escaped her body as she began to wander to the Great Hall.
Strong hands shot out from an abandoned classroom, and wrapped firmly around her shoulders, reeling her in. She let out a startled cry.
"Shh!" ordered a voice, as the door closed - it was too dark to tell who it was.
"Who are you?! Why is it so dark in here?!" Hermione asked nervously as a finger touched her lips. Hermione recognized the person's scent, but she couldn't figure it out.
"Who are you?" she tried again, more calmly.
Warm lips pressed against hers, sending a sweet sensation through her. A tongue brushed lightly across hers, and she felt a powerful hand running up her back. This was amazingly romantic. Hermione loved it. She wrapped her arms around the person's neck and tickled the short hairs on it.
She had only been kissed once before, and that was by Harry in 5th year. Harry made a bet with Fred that he would kiss Hermione at the Yule Ball, or he would have to eat a cockroach cluster. Needless to say, it was like a peck, but a little longer. This, however, was... Indescribable.
When the guy finally pulled away, Hermone breathed in deeply. Who smelled like this? The spicy, soapy scent was driving her wild.
Before Hermione could say another word, she could hear retreating footsteps in the distance.
"No, wait!" she called. The guy didn't leave through the door... He must know a secret passage. She fumbled through the pitch black room, but she wasn't having any success with finding another way out.
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"Hey! "Mione! Where've you been?!" Harry smiled, motioning for her to sit down beside him.
"Yeah, what took you so long to get down here?" said Ron, giving her a quizzical look.
"Um... I woke up late." she mumbled, lowering herself into the chair.
"Ah, I see... Good excuse! We'll pretend we believe you, for now," winked Ron.
"It sucks that you have to stay in your own room this year, and with Malfoy, no less!" huffed an annoyed Harry.
"And right on cue, there's the ass himself!" muttered Ron.
Hermione's face shot up, and she watched him saunter over to the Slytherin table. His hair was slightly tousled, and his lips were of a deeper than normal shade, like he was just recently kissed. Hermione suddenly felt light-headed. 'Malfoy?' she thought, 'No way...'
Then she considered the events from the night before. Could he really like her, but want to keep it a secret? "Fuck!" she whispered, and hurried out of the Great Hall, not noticing how Harry and Ron were calling after her.
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A/N 2: Yes, yes I see you guys glaring at me... A short chapter after I promised to try and write longer chappies! I'm sorry but I needed it to end that way to start the next chapter properly! Do you want to know a way to make the next chapter come out faster? REVIEW! *laughs evilly* ahem.. so would you be so kind and review for lil' ol' me? *flutters eyelashes*... *narrows eyes* i see you thinking about not reviewing.. not wise... so DO IT!