A/N - Wow, I was surprised when I got 5 reviews for my first chapter, lol.
That's kinda corny sounding. Anyway, I hoped you liked the fire between
Draco and Hermione in the last chapter.
Chapter 2
~Library, 12:30~
Hermione skimmed the accelerated spell user book. It was so boring now. She thought reading was supposed to be fun. Reading used to be her hunger pain. Now it was something boring and dumb to her.
Hermione stood up, slamming the book down on the table. Mrs. Pince looked over at her. Her reading glasses slid down her scrawny nose. "Jesus, child. Next time you do that, you'll be serving a detention with me. A weeks worth at that matter." Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Sorry, Madam Pince. I had found an ingredient I needed for my memory potion. Mother seems to be losing hers." Hermione lied. She grabbed the book, walked over to the desk and set it down. "I won't be needing this anymore." Hermione waked out of the library feeling very stuck-up. It felt good though.
She entered the hall and saw Rouillard looking over some parchment. He looked up at Hermione as he started up the stairs.
"Hermione, I'm sorry for jumping on you like that this morning. It's only my first year and I didn't know how to act around the students here." Rouillard said. Hermione stopped in front of him.
"It's quite alright. It was my fault actually. I usually don't yell in class." Hermione said as Rouillard put his hand on her shoulder.
"You know, Hermione, not many young ladies your age are as smart as you." His hand ran down her arm. He was a perv. "I'd really like to test you on some of these things you know." He took her hand in his and looked down at it.
"You should really test Harry on those things. He's much better at that class than I am." His hands went down to her hips, sending chills up her spine and back down again.
"No, I think you should take it." He removed his left hand and then brought it up to her chin. "You're something spectacular, Hermione." He moved closer to her, tilting his head. And at that very second, Hermione saw Malfoy coming out from a door. He looked over at her and raised his eye brows.
Hermione made a dying face before Rouillard closed in on her. She kept her eyes open as Malfoy made his way up the stairs quietly. Finally he was in back of Rouillard. He grabbed Rouillard's coat and then swung him down the stairs. Rouillard moaned and then shouted at Malfoy on his way down the stairs.
"Shit, his breath is disgusting." Hermione said, spitting along.
"I can't believe he snogged you." Draco said. Hermione took that as an insult.
"You snogged me."
"No, I meant like, I couldn't believe a teacher snogged you." Hermione looked up at him with an anxious face. She had just realized what happened was terrible. Tears started to form in her eyes. "It's not something to worry about; it just means that you're beautiful. You didn't hear it from me though." Hermione made her lower lip stick out.
"Don't think I'm going to hug you, Granger." Hermione made a serious face and tilted her head to the right. It took him a few seconds to wrap his long arms around her.
Hermione buried her head into his chest. He smelt so good. And he was warm, like when an apple pie comes out of the oven. Draco also thought that Hermione smelt good. Like roses. He buried his head into her hair.
"What the hell are you doing, Malfoy?" Hermione muffled into his chest.
"Smelling your hair."
"You must be semi-retarded, Malfoy."
~Prefects Bathroom, 8: 52~
Hermione swam around the huge bath tub, feeling like a mermaid. Her hair was flowing so freely under the water, as if there was nothing to tear it from her.
Hermione came up from the water to breathe. She pulled her hair back and let it settle nicely on her back. Hermione walked on her tip toes to the end of the bath tub and then got out. She wrapped her towel around her and then wiped her face off.
Nobody but Rouillard and Malfoy knew about that disgusting snog. The thought of Malfoy made Hermione smile. The sight of him made her heart race. The sight from Draco's point of view made his jaw drop as he entered the bathroom.
"Shit, Malfoy! Why'd you have to come here tonight?" Hermione yelled getting up. Draco was in a green, velvet robe.
"I was gonna swim around the bath. But sense you're here, I guess I'll go swim with the squid." He got ready walk out, but Hermione wanted him to stay.
"Wait! Malfoy, get back here!" Hermione yelled. He turned around and went back in. "Stay with me." He shut the door and then walked over to her side. They sat down by each other.
Hermione looked at his robe, biting her lip.
"Jesus, don't look at me like that, Granger. If you want me to take the robe off, just tell me."
"God, freak out why don't you? Anyways, I was just looking at it. But you can take it off if you want to." Malfoy narrowed his eyes as he took it off. He was a well built boy.
"So . . . Aren't you turning 16 this year?" Malfoy asked her.
"Yeah, it's nothing special though. I won't be home or anything. It's like in two weeks I think."
"You don't even know when your birthday is and yet you remember every single spell and potion out there. Wow, that's a first."
"I didn't say I didn't remember when it was. I think it's in two weeks. Most likely in 12 days though."
"What are you gonna do?"
"For my birthday?" Malfoy nodded. "Nothing."
"Oh, that sucks. You should go out with Potter or Weasley."
"I don't want to. They're boring. All they'd do is talk about Quidditch. Besides, nobody wants to celebrate my birthday." Malfoy looked down at Hermione's feet, which were dancing around in the water. Then he looked back at her.
"I'm sure Weasley will want something out of you, or at least get in you." Hermione looked at him with serious eyes.
"I'm a virgin, Malfoy." His face started to turn red.
"Oh, I'm sorry." He looked down at her hand; it had a ring with a wolf head on the thumb. He moved his hand closer to hers and then touched it. He grabbed it and then took of the ring.
It was made of pure sliver. The eyes had diamonds for them. He looked back up at her, took her hand again and slipped it onto the ring finger.
He put his hand, still with hers, on the side of her face and then gently pressed his lips upon hers. She returned the kiss many times before falling onto the tile floor with him on top of her.
He pulled away with his hair framing his face nicely. He looked concerned.
"What's wrong?" Hermione asked.
"I think I should go, Granger. This isn't a picture many want to see. We have reputations to keep after all." He stood up, putting his robe back on. And with that he walked out.
Hermione thought about that through the night. He was right. She wasn't willing to lose her friends over him.
A/N - That chapter wasn't as funny as the last one because I had writers block for a little bit and I didn't know what to put down. So yeah, that one was kinda bad.
Chapter 2
~Library, 12:30~
Hermione skimmed the accelerated spell user book. It was so boring now. She thought reading was supposed to be fun. Reading used to be her hunger pain. Now it was something boring and dumb to her.
Hermione stood up, slamming the book down on the table. Mrs. Pince looked over at her. Her reading glasses slid down her scrawny nose. "Jesus, child. Next time you do that, you'll be serving a detention with me. A weeks worth at that matter." Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Sorry, Madam Pince. I had found an ingredient I needed for my memory potion. Mother seems to be losing hers." Hermione lied. She grabbed the book, walked over to the desk and set it down. "I won't be needing this anymore." Hermione waked out of the library feeling very stuck-up. It felt good though.
She entered the hall and saw Rouillard looking over some parchment. He looked up at Hermione as he started up the stairs.
"Hermione, I'm sorry for jumping on you like that this morning. It's only my first year and I didn't know how to act around the students here." Rouillard said. Hermione stopped in front of him.
"It's quite alright. It was my fault actually. I usually don't yell in class." Hermione said as Rouillard put his hand on her shoulder.
"You know, Hermione, not many young ladies your age are as smart as you." His hand ran down her arm. He was a perv. "I'd really like to test you on some of these things you know." He took her hand in his and looked down at it.
"You should really test Harry on those things. He's much better at that class than I am." His hands went down to her hips, sending chills up her spine and back down again.
"No, I think you should take it." He removed his left hand and then brought it up to her chin. "You're something spectacular, Hermione." He moved closer to her, tilting his head. And at that very second, Hermione saw Malfoy coming out from a door. He looked over at her and raised his eye brows.
Hermione made a dying face before Rouillard closed in on her. She kept her eyes open as Malfoy made his way up the stairs quietly. Finally he was in back of Rouillard. He grabbed Rouillard's coat and then swung him down the stairs. Rouillard moaned and then shouted at Malfoy on his way down the stairs.
"Shit, his breath is disgusting." Hermione said, spitting along.
"I can't believe he snogged you." Draco said. Hermione took that as an insult.
"You snogged me."
"No, I meant like, I couldn't believe a teacher snogged you." Hermione looked up at him with an anxious face. She had just realized what happened was terrible. Tears started to form in her eyes. "It's not something to worry about; it just means that you're beautiful. You didn't hear it from me though." Hermione made her lower lip stick out.
"Don't think I'm going to hug you, Granger." Hermione made a serious face and tilted her head to the right. It took him a few seconds to wrap his long arms around her.
Hermione buried her head into his chest. He smelt so good. And he was warm, like when an apple pie comes out of the oven. Draco also thought that Hermione smelt good. Like roses. He buried his head into her hair.
"What the hell are you doing, Malfoy?" Hermione muffled into his chest.
"Smelling your hair."
"You must be semi-retarded, Malfoy."
~Prefects Bathroom, 8: 52~
Hermione swam around the huge bath tub, feeling like a mermaid. Her hair was flowing so freely under the water, as if there was nothing to tear it from her.
Hermione came up from the water to breathe. She pulled her hair back and let it settle nicely on her back. Hermione walked on her tip toes to the end of the bath tub and then got out. She wrapped her towel around her and then wiped her face off.
Nobody but Rouillard and Malfoy knew about that disgusting snog. The thought of Malfoy made Hermione smile. The sight of him made her heart race. The sight from Draco's point of view made his jaw drop as he entered the bathroom.
"Shit, Malfoy! Why'd you have to come here tonight?" Hermione yelled getting up. Draco was in a green, velvet robe.
"I was gonna swim around the bath. But sense you're here, I guess I'll go swim with the squid." He got ready walk out, but Hermione wanted him to stay.
"Wait! Malfoy, get back here!" Hermione yelled. He turned around and went back in. "Stay with me." He shut the door and then walked over to her side. They sat down by each other.
Hermione looked at his robe, biting her lip.
"Jesus, don't look at me like that, Granger. If you want me to take the robe off, just tell me."
"God, freak out why don't you? Anyways, I was just looking at it. But you can take it off if you want to." Malfoy narrowed his eyes as he took it off. He was a well built boy.
"So . . . Aren't you turning 16 this year?" Malfoy asked her.
"Yeah, it's nothing special though. I won't be home or anything. It's like in two weeks I think."
"You don't even know when your birthday is and yet you remember every single spell and potion out there. Wow, that's a first."
"I didn't say I didn't remember when it was. I think it's in two weeks. Most likely in 12 days though."
"What are you gonna do?"
"For my birthday?" Malfoy nodded. "Nothing."
"Oh, that sucks. You should go out with Potter or Weasley."
"I don't want to. They're boring. All they'd do is talk about Quidditch. Besides, nobody wants to celebrate my birthday." Malfoy looked down at Hermione's feet, which were dancing around in the water. Then he looked back at her.
"I'm sure Weasley will want something out of you, or at least get in you." Hermione looked at him with serious eyes.
"I'm a virgin, Malfoy." His face started to turn red.
"Oh, I'm sorry." He looked down at her hand; it had a ring with a wolf head on the thumb. He moved his hand closer to hers and then touched it. He grabbed it and then took of the ring.
It was made of pure sliver. The eyes had diamonds for them. He looked back up at her, took her hand again and slipped it onto the ring finger.
He put his hand, still with hers, on the side of her face and then gently pressed his lips upon hers. She returned the kiss many times before falling onto the tile floor with him on top of her.
He pulled away with his hair framing his face nicely. He looked concerned.
"What's wrong?" Hermione asked.
"I think I should go, Granger. This isn't a picture many want to see. We have reputations to keep after all." He stood up, putting his robe back on. And with that he walked out.
Hermione thought about that through the night. He was right. She wasn't willing to lose her friends over him.
A/N - That chapter wasn't as funny as the last one because I had writers block for a little bit and I didn't know what to put down. So yeah, that one was kinda bad.