Malfoy POV
After our little library session, I held her hand, so soft and warm; looked into her beautiful, brown eyes, and said, in my sweetest voice, "No, really, it was...very kind of you, considering the way you and I have never gotten along."
I swore that for a fleeting second I saw her eyes soften, her mouth relax; I thought I was starting to get through. Then that damned woman hardened back up, shook my hand, and responded icily that it was no big deal. I felt myself starting to get really infuriated. I stomped out of the library and back to the Slytherin common room.
There I saw Crabbe and Goyle.
"Malfoy, where have you been? Been getting some action from one of the Hufflepuff girls, eh?" asked Goyle.
"Or maybe a Ravenclaw?" said Crabbe.
"Since you've already been through all of Slytherin." Goyle said with a snicker.
"No, you twits. Get lost. I've got some thinking to do and seeing as you know nothing about that, both of you need to go!"
I don't know where they get the idea that I've bedded half the girls in this school. Not that I couldn't, I'm just rather selective. After all, a Malfoy can't just waltz around shagging everything in sight. Thinking this way got me back to wondering about what I was doing with Granger. Thinking about what my fellow housemates would say. Thinking about what my father would say. It made me feel scared and shameful on the one hand, but free and exhilarated on the other. The more I thought about it, the more I knew I didn't want to be shackled down with what other people thought. I wanted to be near her, close to her. I wanted to touch her, to make her mine and to ruin her for all others. I was the Slytherin King and I would have what I wanted.
So, next day after Potions, I lingered behind after class and caught Granger's attention.
"Malfoy, can I help you?"
Still being icy, I saw. "Yes, I want to show you something tonight. Meet me in the entrance hall at 8:00."
"What do you want to show me?"
"It's just...a little thank you for your help last night."
"I told you it wasn't a big deal."
Great, here comes Potter. "Hey, Hermione, what's going on? He bothering you?"
"No, Harry. Everything's fine."
"Yeah, well, we should get off to next class." Potter said, looking very suspiciously at me.
"Don't worry Potter, I'm not going to break her. Listen, Granger, remember what I said."
"Uh, I don't know, Malfoy, I'll think about it." And she and Potter walked off. I could hear him asking her what I was talking about. Last thing I need is that git interfering. You see, I had planned something very special and, hopefully, very satisfying, for tonight.
"Make up your mind,
Decide to walk with me,
Around the lake tonight,
Around the lake tonight
By my side.
By my side.
I'm not gonna lie,
I'll not be a gentleman.
Behind the boathouse...
I'll show you my dark secret."
-The Toadies
Hermione POV
Oh my dear. What was I going to do? Part of me really, really wanted to meet him. And part of me didn't trust him at all. I reasoned with myself that there was really no reason to be scared of him. I was, after all, a very powerful witch and I had power to be reckoned with. After I realized this, I realized something else; the real reason I was afraid to meet him. I was worried I would do something silly.
The dreams hadn't stopped. My feelings for him hadn't gone away. Everytime I was around him, I felt his presence like electricity. In Potions class, I noticed the way he worked, the way his hands moved. He had long slender fingers, piano player's hands. I wondered if he played. I wondered how those fingers would feel moving over my body, sliding down my back, playing me. Just thinking about it gave me shivers, prompting Harry to ask if I were cold! I knew I had to get a grip on myself. Immediately after thinking that, my next thought was, "Wouldn't it be better if Malfoy had a grip on you?"
Yet, I knew it could never be. He would never be interested in me, a filthy Mudblood. And on the off chance he was, I feared I would become an outcast. Harry and Ron would never forgive me. I'd be sleeping with the enemy, for goodness sake. And I couldn't blame them, after all the shit he'd pulled. Not to mention the fact that I didn't think I could ever fully trust Draco Malfoy.
I fought with myself for the rest of the day. Finally, his pull was just too strong and I made my way down to the entrance hall at 7:55. And there he was, leaning against the wall, head back, eyes shut, hands in pockets. Damn, why did he have to look so effortlessly sexy? I made the litany, "Enemy, enemy, enemy" run through my head as I walked toward him. That is, until he opened his silvery eyes, smiled at me and said, "Aah, I thought I felt you near."
After our little library session, I held her hand, so soft and warm; looked into her beautiful, brown eyes, and said, in my sweetest voice, "No, really, it was...very kind of you, considering the way you and I have never gotten along."
I swore that for a fleeting second I saw her eyes soften, her mouth relax; I thought I was starting to get through. Then that damned woman hardened back up, shook my hand, and responded icily that it was no big deal. I felt myself starting to get really infuriated. I stomped out of the library and back to the Slytherin common room.
There I saw Crabbe and Goyle.
"Malfoy, where have you been? Been getting some action from one of the Hufflepuff girls, eh?" asked Goyle.
"Or maybe a Ravenclaw?" said Crabbe.
"Since you've already been through all of Slytherin." Goyle said with a snicker.
"No, you twits. Get lost. I've got some thinking to do and seeing as you know nothing about that, both of you need to go!"
I don't know where they get the idea that I've bedded half the girls in this school. Not that I couldn't, I'm just rather selective. After all, a Malfoy can't just waltz around shagging everything in sight. Thinking this way got me back to wondering about what I was doing with Granger. Thinking about what my fellow housemates would say. Thinking about what my father would say. It made me feel scared and shameful on the one hand, but free and exhilarated on the other. The more I thought about it, the more I knew I didn't want to be shackled down with what other people thought. I wanted to be near her, close to her. I wanted to touch her, to make her mine and to ruin her for all others. I was the Slytherin King and I would have what I wanted.
So, next day after Potions, I lingered behind after class and caught Granger's attention.
"Malfoy, can I help you?"
Still being icy, I saw. "Yes, I want to show you something tonight. Meet me in the entrance hall at 8:00."
"What do you want to show me?"
"It's just...a little thank you for your help last night."
"I told you it wasn't a big deal."
Great, here comes Potter. "Hey, Hermione, what's going on? He bothering you?"
"No, Harry. Everything's fine."
"Yeah, well, we should get off to next class." Potter said, looking very suspiciously at me.
"Don't worry Potter, I'm not going to break her. Listen, Granger, remember what I said."
"Uh, I don't know, Malfoy, I'll think about it." And she and Potter walked off. I could hear him asking her what I was talking about. Last thing I need is that git interfering. You see, I had planned something very special and, hopefully, very satisfying, for tonight.
"Make up your mind,
Decide to walk with me,
Around the lake tonight,
Around the lake tonight
By my side.
By my side.
I'm not gonna lie,
I'll not be a gentleman.
Behind the boathouse...
I'll show you my dark secret."
-The Toadies
Hermione POV
Oh my dear. What was I going to do? Part of me really, really wanted to meet him. And part of me didn't trust him at all. I reasoned with myself that there was really no reason to be scared of him. I was, after all, a very powerful witch and I had power to be reckoned with. After I realized this, I realized something else; the real reason I was afraid to meet him. I was worried I would do something silly.
The dreams hadn't stopped. My feelings for him hadn't gone away. Everytime I was around him, I felt his presence like electricity. In Potions class, I noticed the way he worked, the way his hands moved. He had long slender fingers, piano player's hands. I wondered if he played. I wondered how those fingers would feel moving over my body, sliding down my back, playing me. Just thinking about it gave me shivers, prompting Harry to ask if I were cold! I knew I had to get a grip on myself. Immediately after thinking that, my next thought was, "Wouldn't it be better if Malfoy had a grip on you?"
Yet, I knew it could never be. He would never be interested in me, a filthy Mudblood. And on the off chance he was, I feared I would become an outcast. Harry and Ron would never forgive me. I'd be sleeping with the enemy, for goodness sake. And I couldn't blame them, after all the shit he'd pulled. Not to mention the fact that I didn't think I could ever fully trust Draco Malfoy.
I fought with myself for the rest of the day. Finally, his pull was just too strong and I made my way down to the entrance hall at 7:55. And there he was, leaning against the wall, head back, eyes shut, hands in pockets. Damn, why did he have to look so effortlessly sexy? I made the litany, "Enemy, enemy, enemy" run through my head as I walked toward him. That is, until he opened his silvery eyes, smiled at me and said, "Aah, I thought I felt you near."