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but remember: these characters are not E.D. Daiye's characters in any way,
shape, or form.
Author's Note: *does happy dance* YAY! my computers back up again and running! so sorry for the long wait!!! *does happy dance again* I can write my story now!!! YAY!!! and also... sorry people won't be mentioned for this chapter... I forgot to take names! But i guarantee if you reviewed chapter 9 and you review this chapter, you WILL be up by the next chapter!! .:*E.D.*:.
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"Ron?!" Hermione gasped, "What the fuck are you doing in here?!" She quickly ran into her bathroom, grabbing a robe. When she entered the room, she heard a barely audible creak, and the room was empty -- no Ron (if he even was Ron).
Hermione sighed deeply and crawled back into bed, snuggling tightly into the covers. An icy cold draft swept through the room, chilling her and sending a shiver up her spine.
She tossed and turned but still she couldn't manage to fall asleep.
"Granger?" she heard a quiet voice.
"Mmfh," she moaned. (Translation: "Go away.")
"Granger?" This time is was louder.
"MMFH!" she squealed, kicking in protest.
"Fine, fine... You were just being really loud... I wanted to make sure you weren't dying or anything... I guess you were having a nightmare..." and she heard footsteps tramping away.
She suddenly sat up. A nightmare? She hadn't even fallen asleep yet! Unless...
"It was only a dream!" she yelled joyously.
"Yeah, yeah... Whatever.." she heard from downstairs.
She leaped out of bed, dashed to her door, and flung it open wide. She then skipped down the stairs, and stopped.
"Malfoy! I need you to tell me that I was asleep two minutes ago!" she gasped.
"You were asleep two minutes ago... Why?" he turned around -- and grinned.
"Yes!" she screamed (quite loudly), and then she began to wonder why Malfoy was staring at her the way he was, his wicked smirk still plastered on his face... It took her only a moment to realize what she was wearing -- a thong made up of white lace, and a silky white camisole. It took her another moment to realize that she wasn't wearing a bra, and that the cold breeze from her bedroom was doing its job. She very quickly crossed her arms, and prayed that as long as she didn't turn her back to him, the lace on her panties would cover enough.
"You have quite a collection of pyjamas... Maybe you should tell me whenever you're going to wear stuff like *that*." Draco winked.
Hermione furrowed her brow, in an attempt to look angry. "I thought we were supposed to be mad at each other -- remember?" she asked, but she couldn't hide the shaky tone in her voice.
"Yeah... We are..." he replied in a low tone, "But when you wear that kind of an outfit, it's kind of hard..."
"I can see that," Hermione giggled slightly at her own joke, and glancing at Draco's boxers (midnight black again), which were growing tighter and tighter.
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Ron hurried down the corridor, looking here and there, hoping to find some sort of sign of where Hermione's room might be.
"I know Harry mentioned something about a fairy," he mumbled, "but it's not like *that's* going to make it easier!"
He was also trying to watch out for Mrs. Norris and Filch, both of them creeping through the shadows. Ron truly realized how hard sneaking about the school at night was without Harry's cloak to aid him.
Finally, he stopped short in front of a gorgeous portrait of a silver fairy beneath a waterfall...
~*~
"Oh really? Well it looks as if you aren't too upset with me, either, Miss Granger." Draco coyly smiled, taking a step closer to Hermione. She blushed a shade of rose.
"I guess not." she answered, running her hand through her thick, honey hair.
Draco finally closed the gap between them both, placing his hands around the small of her back, pulling her tightly to him. She responded by tilting her chin upward seductively. Draco leaned down as Hermione stood up higher and their lips met with a startling clash.
Hermione was so eager to kiss him again, she loved the way his tongue felt as it was exploring her mouth. She loved the way he ran one hand up her back and to her shoulder, holding her protectively.
Draco was so horny he was about to burst (literally), but he didn't want to ruin it with Hermione again... So he tried to contain himself -- at least until she gave a really good signal to go further. He loved the way she was so seemingly innocent, and how new she seemed to this. He loved the way that even though she was new to it, she wasn't afraid of it. When she began to delicately run her finger across the top of his boxers, he took it as a sign.
He slowly and tantalizingly started to slide his hand up her shirt, she groaned softly into his mouth, and pulled away, taking his other hand and she began to lead him up the spiraling staircase to his room when suddenly, loud knocking commenced at their entrance.
Draco whipped his head around quickly, "Who the hell would be trying to barge in at this hour?!" he seemed annoyed.
"It might be an emergency..." Hermione sighed exasperatedly. For once, she didn't want to deal with anything, but she still crept to the portrait, and cracked it slightly, peeking her face around it.
"Thank god this is the right room!" Ron forced his way into the common room. He at first was lit up, but then he saw what Hermione was wearing, and he glanced at Draco, and noticed what he was wearing as well... He turned bright red, and furiously, he glared at them both.
"Ron, it's not what it looks like." Hermione insisted.
"Unless it looks like we're about to have wild sex," Draco laughed.
Ron was speechless, but nevertheless, he managed to get out a few words before storming out: "How could you, 'Mione?"
When Hermione silently closed the portrait, she stared up at Draco. "Now what?" she questioned.
"I think that now we should do whatever you want. If you want to continue, as I do, then we shall. If you don't feel like it anymore, then I understand." he responded.
Hermione gave him a surprised look.
"Well it's not like I don't care at *all* about other people's feelings. Well... Maybe not Weasley's feelings, but still..." he said.
"I think I'm going to go to sleep," she muttered, "We have classes in the morning anyway.." She then clambered up the stairs to her room, and flopped on to her bed, snuggling once more into the covers...
~*~
Draco sat on the edge of his bed, and then he relaxed and fell back, his hands behind his head.
"Why did Weasley have to fuck that up?!" he wondered out loud.
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A/N 2: yea so I tried to make this one a little bit longer than the others I hope it worked!!!! *sighs* yep.... REVIEW!!!!!!! hey everyone guess what?!?!?!! EIGHT FREAKIN MORE DAYS UNTIL THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS IS RELEASED!!!!!!! YESSSSSSSSS! god i can't wait!!! DAN DAN DAN DAN DAN DAN DAN!!!!!! WOOOO HOOOOO! *ahem*... no i'm not excited at all.... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHA!!!!! so anyway *ReViEw* and make me the happiest camper of them all!!! hehe.. camping... with daniel... hehe... Dirty!Harry... hehehehe... yeah um... REVIEW!!!! tell me how happy you are that I'm writing once more!!!!!! *growls* .:*E.D.*:.
Author's Note: *does happy dance* YAY! my computers back up again and running! so sorry for the long wait!!! *does happy dance again* I can write my story now!!! YAY!!! and also... sorry people won't be mentioned for this chapter... I forgot to take names! But i guarantee if you reviewed chapter 9 and you review this chapter, you WILL be up by the next chapter!! .:*E.D.*:.
~*~
"Ron?!" Hermione gasped, "What the fuck are you doing in here?!" She quickly ran into her bathroom, grabbing a robe. When she entered the room, she heard a barely audible creak, and the room was empty -- no Ron (if he even was Ron).
Hermione sighed deeply and crawled back into bed, snuggling tightly into the covers. An icy cold draft swept through the room, chilling her and sending a shiver up her spine.
She tossed and turned but still she couldn't manage to fall asleep.
"Granger?" she heard a quiet voice.
"Mmfh," she moaned. (Translation: "Go away.")
"Granger?" This time is was louder.
"MMFH!" she squealed, kicking in protest.
"Fine, fine... You were just being really loud... I wanted to make sure you weren't dying or anything... I guess you were having a nightmare..." and she heard footsteps tramping away.
She suddenly sat up. A nightmare? She hadn't even fallen asleep yet! Unless...
"It was only a dream!" she yelled joyously.
"Yeah, yeah... Whatever.." she heard from downstairs.
She leaped out of bed, dashed to her door, and flung it open wide. She then skipped down the stairs, and stopped.
"Malfoy! I need you to tell me that I was asleep two minutes ago!" she gasped.
"You were asleep two minutes ago... Why?" he turned around -- and grinned.
"Yes!" she screamed (quite loudly), and then she began to wonder why Malfoy was staring at her the way he was, his wicked smirk still plastered on his face... It took her only a moment to realize what she was wearing -- a thong made up of white lace, and a silky white camisole. It took her another moment to realize that she wasn't wearing a bra, and that the cold breeze from her bedroom was doing its job. She very quickly crossed her arms, and prayed that as long as she didn't turn her back to him, the lace on her panties would cover enough.
"You have quite a collection of pyjamas... Maybe you should tell me whenever you're going to wear stuff like *that*." Draco winked.
Hermione furrowed her brow, in an attempt to look angry. "I thought we were supposed to be mad at each other -- remember?" she asked, but she couldn't hide the shaky tone in her voice.
"Yeah... We are..." he replied in a low tone, "But when you wear that kind of an outfit, it's kind of hard..."
"I can see that," Hermione giggled slightly at her own joke, and glancing at Draco's boxers (midnight black again), which were growing tighter and tighter.
~*~
Ron hurried down the corridor, looking here and there, hoping to find some sort of sign of where Hermione's room might be.
"I know Harry mentioned something about a fairy," he mumbled, "but it's not like *that's* going to make it easier!"
He was also trying to watch out for Mrs. Norris and Filch, both of them creeping through the shadows. Ron truly realized how hard sneaking about the school at night was without Harry's cloak to aid him.
Finally, he stopped short in front of a gorgeous portrait of a silver fairy beneath a waterfall...
~*~
"Oh really? Well it looks as if you aren't too upset with me, either, Miss Granger." Draco coyly smiled, taking a step closer to Hermione. She blushed a shade of rose.
"I guess not." she answered, running her hand through her thick, honey hair.
Draco finally closed the gap between them both, placing his hands around the small of her back, pulling her tightly to him. She responded by tilting her chin upward seductively. Draco leaned down as Hermione stood up higher and their lips met with a startling clash.
Hermione was so eager to kiss him again, she loved the way his tongue felt as it was exploring her mouth. She loved the way he ran one hand up her back and to her shoulder, holding her protectively.
Draco was so horny he was about to burst (literally), but he didn't want to ruin it with Hermione again... So he tried to contain himself -- at least until she gave a really good signal to go further. He loved the way she was so seemingly innocent, and how new she seemed to this. He loved the way that even though she was new to it, she wasn't afraid of it. When she began to delicately run her finger across the top of his boxers, he took it as a sign.
He slowly and tantalizingly started to slide his hand up her shirt, she groaned softly into his mouth, and pulled away, taking his other hand and she began to lead him up the spiraling staircase to his room when suddenly, loud knocking commenced at their entrance.
Draco whipped his head around quickly, "Who the hell would be trying to barge in at this hour?!" he seemed annoyed.
"It might be an emergency..." Hermione sighed exasperatedly. For once, she didn't want to deal with anything, but she still crept to the portrait, and cracked it slightly, peeking her face around it.
"Thank god this is the right room!" Ron forced his way into the common room. He at first was lit up, but then he saw what Hermione was wearing, and he glanced at Draco, and noticed what he was wearing as well... He turned bright red, and furiously, he glared at them both.
"Ron, it's not what it looks like." Hermione insisted.
"Unless it looks like we're about to have wild sex," Draco laughed.
Ron was speechless, but nevertheless, he managed to get out a few words before storming out: "How could you, 'Mione?"
When Hermione silently closed the portrait, she stared up at Draco. "Now what?" she questioned.
"I think that now we should do whatever you want. If you want to continue, as I do, then we shall. If you don't feel like it anymore, then I understand." he responded.
Hermione gave him a surprised look.
"Well it's not like I don't care at *all* about other people's feelings. Well... Maybe not Weasley's feelings, but still..." he said.
"I think I'm going to go to sleep," she muttered, "We have classes in the morning anyway.." She then clambered up the stairs to her room, and flopped on to her bed, snuggling once more into the covers...
~*~
Draco sat on the edge of his bed, and then he relaxed and fell back, his hands behind his head.
"Why did Weasley have to fuck that up?!" he wondered out loud.
~*~
A/N 2: yea so I tried to make this one a little bit longer than the others I hope it worked!!!! *sighs* yep.... REVIEW!!!!!!! hey everyone guess what?!?!?!! EIGHT FREAKIN MORE DAYS UNTIL THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS IS RELEASED!!!!!!! YESSSSSSSSS! god i can't wait!!! DAN DAN DAN DAN DAN DAN DAN!!!!!! WOOOO HOOOOO! *ahem*... no i'm not excited at all.... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHA!!!!! so anyway *ReViEw* and make me the happiest camper of them all!!! hehe.. camping... with daniel... hehe... Dirty!Harry... hehehehe... yeah um... REVIEW!!!! tell me how happy you are that I'm writing once more!!!!!! *growls* .:*E.D.*:.