A/N: Draco is OOC a little because of the following reasons: he is so distraught about his home life that he has basically given up. Hermione has yet to really piss him off, for one thing, but he still does have his temper. I'm glad you all like my story, it means so much to me! Keep reviewing, and I'll keep writing every day.
Suddenly, the two heard footsteps coming toward them from down the hall. A look of panic was shown on Hermione's face, for she knew they would get in trouble for being out of dinner.
"Come with me," Draco whispered, and motioned for her to follow him. Hermione quickly nodded, and she followed him as he raced down the hall.
"Where are we going?" she said as quietly as she could, as he pointed toward Slytherin. Hermione looked shocked. "Why Slytherin?"
"No, we're not going there. Just follow me," he responded, and he turned an abrupt corner down a narrow corridor that Hermione had never taken before. He stopped running and leaned against a wall in the shadows. Hermione went next to him, and although she could not see him very well, she could hear his deep breaths and his steady, strong heartbeat. She guessed he could hear hers, because he turned his head to look at her. Neither of them could speak, so they just looked at each other.
They heard the footsteps approaching their corridor from the one they ran out of, and they both looked to see who the person they were running from was. Snape. Hermione let out a sigh of relief when he had walked past, and she almost fell over from exhaustion. She was surprised when two strong arms caught her, and pulled her up again. She looked into his eyes, and although she was standing, he did not stop holding her. He released his arms, and cleared his throat a little.
"Sorry….are you alright now," he said, not looking at her, but out at the corridor to see if anyone else was coming. Hermione, disappointed that he let go, sighed, but she nodded to indicate she was not going to pass out or anything. He nodded, and stepped out to see for once and all if they should go back out. Hermione guessed the coast was clear, because he motioned for her to follow him back out.
As they walked back to the Great hall, neither spoke. Hermione did look up to him once and a while, to study his exquisite face, and she had to draw her eyes away because he was that magnificent. What she would give…
When they reached the hall, they split apart, each walking to their own tables. Harry noticed that they came in together, and his hands balled into fists. Hermione took a seat next to him, and he turned away.
"Hello, guys…I just had to use the bathr…" she was cut off.
"Yeah, and was Malfoy in there with you? Helping you piss?" Harry angrily spat, leaving Ron and Hermione stunned. She winced.
"Wh-what? What did you say to me?" she asked, not wanting to believe what her best friend just said to her. Harry snorted.
"You heard me."
Ron looked at Hermione to Harry, and back again. His mouth was open, him being in complete disbelief also. Dinner ended then, and Hermione made an angry face, storming out. Ron went up next to Harry, wanting to ask him what just happened.
"Harry! Why did you say that to her?" Ron exclaimed, visibly shaken. Harry pushed his arm.
"You saw them come in with each other. You saw the way she looked at him this morning. It doesn't take a genius to put 2 and 2 together!" Harry yelled, and some people stared. Ron shook his head, and ran after Hermione. He needed to ask her what she was doing with Malfoy. It was very strange that she was with him, but he knew Harry was totally over reacting.
"Hermione!" Ron called, and Hermione stopped and turned to face him. She grabbed his hand.
"Not here. My room," she stated, and she dragged him up to Gryffindor as fast as possible. Harry watched from a distance, arms folded across his newly broaded chest. As soon as they reached Gryffindor, Hermione drug Ron into her room, locking the door. She sat on the bed, and he did the same. It took them a moment to catch their breath, but then Ron started in on the questions.
"Hermione, will you please tell me WHY you were with Malfoy?"
"It is not what you think, we just almost got into some trouble."
"And you came in together?"
"We had to hide from Snape, it was our only option."
"Well, why were you out there in the first place? You looked to the Slytherin table and out you went."
Hermione thought for a second. She wasn't sure if she wanted to admit her feelings to Ron, for she was afraid he might tell Harry.
"Ron, yes, I went to find him. I noticed he was gone, and that's why I left."
"But why? Harry hates Malfoy, and I thought you did too!"
Hermione sighed, and looked at Ron. He opened his eyes up wide.
"S-s-so what, is there something else?"
Hermione didn't say anything. Ron shook his head.
"No, please, no. Hermione, he's MALFOY! The one who teases you, the one who calls you all those filthy things! Have you forgotten, just because you see his beauty, that he is no less than what he has been to you, ever? He has not changed along with his looks! I can not believe you are that shallow!"
"Ron, no…he was different! I can just feel it!"
"Yeah, in your thighs.."
Hermione looked down at the floor.
"I didn't expect you to understand, Ron."
Ron looked at her with disgust, and he slammed the door on his way out. Hermione's eyes welled up with tears, and she fell back onto her bed. It was probably all for nothing; Draco probably felt nothing for her! Ron was probably right, he didn't change any. She knew this little obsession in her head had made her lose Harry and Ron in the same day, when Draco still most likely thought of their little escapade that night as nothing at all, just skipping trouble with the Mudblood. This thought made her cry even harder, and she realized soon the girls would be coming into the room to sleep. She needed to get out and think, or better yet, find that Malfoy and tell him how he screwed her friendship over.
Hermione dried her tears the best she could, and while hiding her face she left the Common room. She made her way downstairs to the library, for she knew no one else would be in there at this hour. She opened the heavy door, and closed it gently. The library was very dark, so she took our her wand, pointed it at a candelabra on a table, and said "Lumos!" As it lit up, she saw a figure standing directly behind it, dressed in all black…staring right at her…
Her heart leaped. She made an angry face, and stomped her foot like a little girl.
"You! You scared me half to death, do you know that?" Hermione exclaimed, and he did not even smile.
"Now don't tell me you followed me here, did you?" he asked, not taking his eyes off her. Hermione found it was very hard to speak with such eyes penetrating her body.
"N-n-no, I just needed to come and think," she stammered, and she remembered she was going to have it out with him when she found him as she planned in her bedroom. He nodded.
"I know. I saw you come here, actually. I just took the short cut so you would not see me come in. I thought you would not wish to come if you knew I was here," he stated, still not looking away. Hermione saw his skin, glowing in the soft candlelight, just lighting them up and no where else in the library. He looked even more gorgeous and seductive as she had ever seen him.
"That's not true…I did need to talk to you about something, but never mind," Hermione said, wanting to push aside the thought of telling him how she really felt. She was certain he would not care.
How I wish I could tell her how ravishingly beautiful she looks in this light....
She would turn away from me....
I have no chance....
"No, what is it? You found me, tell me what you needed to."
Hermione fidgeted embarrassingly, and cleared her throat. She tried to say it, oh yes she did. She could not make the right words come from her lips, and it was like a 5000 ton weight prevented her vocal cords from producing the necessary words.
"I-I-can't…" she whispered. He stepped closer to her, and her knees weakened.
"Please," he whispered so softly, so provocatively in the most peculiar way. His eyes were like darts through her soul, his presence enough to set her whole being on fire. Oh, she wanted him to say it so she would not have to, but she knew he could never feel that way about her.
"I-I…"
Draco stepped forward, so he was less than one foot in front of her, almost toughing her. Hermione struggled to breathe, and she looked down.
"Yes?" he whispered in the most delicate, gentle way. She felt his hand reach under her chin, so softly, and he tilted her head up ever so slightly so her eyes could meet with his. Their eyes locked, almost sending Hermione into complete oblivion at that second. She could feel his lips coming closer to her, closer so it was almost torturous and painful that they should not touch. She then felt his lips, and he kissed her so tenderly and soft, but all through her, she felt like she was shaking uncontrollably all over. Her body shuddered from the response. Hermione felt a fire within her loins, and it quickly spread all over her small framed body. His hand moved from her chin to her neck, and he began stroking it gently. Hermione moaned softly at his touch, having not experienced anything like it in her lifetime.
They broke away, their breathing each staggered. As their eyes met again, he took her in his arms, and he kissed her again, this time more forcefully, but he was still gentle on her lips. Hermione's hands traveled up to his face, where she ran her hands through his platinum hair. This drove him wild, and he tilted his head back at her touch. They looked into each other's eyes once more, and he brought his hand up to her face as she stroked his hair.
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Suddenly, the two heard footsteps coming toward them from down the hall. A look of panic was shown on Hermione's face, for she knew they would get in trouble for being out of dinner.
"Come with me," Draco whispered, and motioned for her to follow him. Hermione quickly nodded, and she followed him as he raced down the hall.
"Where are we going?" she said as quietly as she could, as he pointed toward Slytherin. Hermione looked shocked. "Why Slytherin?"
"No, we're not going there. Just follow me," he responded, and he turned an abrupt corner down a narrow corridor that Hermione had never taken before. He stopped running and leaned against a wall in the shadows. Hermione went next to him, and although she could not see him very well, she could hear his deep breaths and his steady, strong heartbeat. She guessed he could hear hers, because he turned his head to look at her. Neither of them could speak, so they just looked at each other.
They heard the footsteps approaching their corridor from the one they ran out of, and they both looked to see who the person they were running from was. Snape. Hermione let out a sigh of relief when he had walked past, and she almost fell over from exhaustion. She was surprised when two strong arms caught her, and pulled her up again. She looked into his eyes, and although she was standing, he did not stop holding her. He released his arms, and cleared his throat a little.
"Sorry….are you alright now," he said, not looking at her, but out at the corridor to see if anyone else was coming. Hermione, disappointed that he let go, sighed, but she nodded to indicate she was not going to pass out or anything. He nodded, and stepped out to see for once and all if they should go back out. Hermione guessed the coast was clear, because he motioned for her to follow him back out.
As they walked back to the Great hall, neither spoke. Hermione did look up to him once and a while, to study his exquisite face, and she had to draw her eyes away because he was that magnificent. What she would give…
When they reached the hall, they split apart, each walking to their own tables. Harry noticed that they came in together, and his hands balled into fists. Hermione took a seat next to him, and he turned away.
"Hello, guys…I just had to use the bathr…" she was cut off.
"Yeah, and was Malfoy in there with you? Helping you piss?" Harry angrily spat, leaving Ron and Hermione stunned. She winced.
"Wh-what? What did you say to me?" she asked, not wanting to believe what her best friend just said to her. Harry snorted.
"You heard me."
Ron looked at Hermione to Harry, and back again. His mouth was open, him being in complete disbelief also. Dinner ended then, and Hermione made an angry face, storming out. Ron went up next to Harry, wanting to ask him what just happened.
"Harry! Why did you say that to her?" Ron exclaimed, visibly shaken. Harry pushed his arm.
"You saw them come in with each other. You saw the way she looked at him this morning. It doesn't take a genius to put 2 and 2 together!" Harry yelled, and some people stared. Ron shook his head, and ran after Hermione. He needed to ask her what she was doing with Malfoy. It was very strange that she was with him, but he knew Harry was totally over reacting.
"Hermione!" Ron called, and Hermione stopped and turned to face him. She grabbed his hand.
"Not here. My room," she stated, and she dragged him up to Gryffindor as fast as possible. Harry watched from a distance, arms folded across his newly broaded chest. As soon as they reached Gryffindor, Hermione drug Ron into her room, locking the door. She sat on the bed, and he did the same. It took them a moment to catch their breath, but then Ron started in on the questions.
"Hermione, will you please tell me WHY you were with Malfoy?"
"It is not what you think, we just almost got into some trouble."
"And you came in together?"
"We had to hide from Snape, it was our only option."
"Well, why were you out there in the first place? You looked to the Slytherin table and out you went."
Hermione thought for a second. She wasn't sure if she wanted to admit her feelings to Ron, for she was afraid he might tell Harry.
"Ron, yes, I went to find him. I noticed he was gone, and that's why I left."
"But why? Harry hates Malfoy, and I thought you did too!"
Hermione sighed, and looked at Ron. He opened his eyes up wide.
"S-s-so what, is there something else?"
Hermione didn't say anything. Ron shook his head.
"No, please, no. Hermione, he's MALFOY! The one who teases you, the one who calls you all those filthy things! Have you forgotten, just because you see his beauty, that he is no less than what he has been to you, ever? He has not changed along with his looks! I can not believe you are that shallow!"
"Ron, no…he was different! I can just feel it!"
"Yeah, in your thighs.."
Hermione looked down at the floor.
"I didn't expect you to understand, Ron."
Ron looked at her with disgust, and he slammed the door on his way out. Hermione's eyes welled up with tears, and she fell back onto her bed. It was probably all for nothing; Draco probably felt nothing for her! Ron was probably right, he didn't change any. She knew this little obsession in her head had made her lose Harry and Ron in the same day, when Draco still most likely thought of their little escapade that night as nothing at all, just skipping trouble with the Mudblood. This thought made her cry even harder, and she realized soon the girls would be coming into the room to sleep. She needed to get out and think, or better yet, find that Malfoy and tell him how he screwed her friendship over.
Hermione dried her tears the best she could, and while hiding her face she left the Common room. She made her way downstairs to the library, for she knew no one else would be in there at this hour. She opened the heavy door, and closed it gently. The library was very dark, so she took our her wand, pointed it at a candelabra on a table, and said "Lumos!" As it lit up, she saw a figure standing directly behind it, dressed in all black…staring right at her…
Her heart leaped. She made an angry face, and stomped her foot like a little girl.
"You! You scared me half to death, do you know that?" Hermione exclaimed, and he did not even smile.
"Now don't tell me you followed me here, did you?" he asked, not taking his eyes off her. Hermione found it was very hard to speak with such eyes penetrating her body.
"N-n-no, I just needed to come and think," she stammered, and she remembered she was going to have it out with him when she found him as she planned in her bedroom. He nodded.
"I know. I saw you come here, actually. I just took the short cut so you would not see me come in. I thought you would not wish to come if you knew I was here," he stated, still not looking away. Hermione saw his skin, glowing in the soft candlelight, just lighting them up and no where else in the library. He looked even more gorgeous and seductive as she had ever seen him.
"That's not true…I did need to talk to you about something, but never mind," Hermione said, wanting to push aside the thought of telling him how she really felt. She was certain he would not care.
How I wish I could tell her how ravishingly beautiful she looks in this light....
She would turn away from me....
I have no chance....
"No, what is it? You found me, tell me what you needed to."
Hermione fidgeted embarrassingly, and cleared her throat. She tried to say it, oh yes she did. She could not make the right words come from her lips, and it was like a 5000 ton weight prevented her vocal cords from producing the necessary words.
"I-I-can't…" she whispered. He stepped closer to her, and her knees weakened.
"Please," he whispered so softly, so provocatively in the most peculiar way. His eyes were like darts through her soul, his presence enough to set her whole being on fire. Oh, she wanted him to say it so she would not have to, but she knew he could never feel that way about her.
"I-I…"
Draco stepped forward, so he was less than one foot in front of her, almost toughing her. Hermione struggled to breathe, and she looked down.
"Yes?" he whispered in the most delicate, gentle way. She felt his hand reach under her chin, so softly, and he tilted her head up ever so slightly so her eyes could meet with his. Their eyes locked, almost sending Hermione into complete oblivion at that second. She could feel his lips coming closer to her, closer so it was almost torturous and painful that they should not touch. She then felt his lips, and he kissed her so tenderly and soft, but all through her, she felt like she was shaking uncontrollably all over. Her body shuddered from the response. Hermione felt a fire within her loins, and it quickly spread all over her small framed body. His hand moved from her chin to her neck, and he began stroking it gently. Hermione moaned softly at his touch, having not experienced anything like it in her lifetime.
They broke away, their breathing each staggered. As their eyes met again, he took her in his arms, and he kissed her again, this time more forcefully, but he was still gentle on her lips. Hermione's hands traveled up to his face, where she ran her hands through his platinum hair. This drove him wild, and he tilted his head back at her touch. They looked into each other's eyes once more, and he brought his hand up to her face as she stroked his hair.
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