Disclaimer: Yeah…yada yada yada…it's all on the first chapter…no ones getting any money…I "borrowed" all the characters…please don't sue me.
A/N: Thank you to the twenty people who sent me reviews…I love you all. Umm…hmmm…I believe the most interesting thing about where we left off was Draco in just a towel…mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…well…here goes chapter 3…I hope you like it. Oh, and btw this'll be the last chapter for a while bcoz our computer broke in the middle of the year & we borrowed this one & now we have to give it back…so, yeah, there won't be any more chapters for a little while I'm sorry. & I'm as disappointed as you are, because I love writing this, its so much fun, especially when you send me reviews! (hint hint) oh…& I'm going to see HP & The Chamber of Secrets at the movies on Fri. 29th with all my friends & I'm so excited!
Chapter 3
Previously on OTT…. (A/N: that sounds so All Saints…does anybody watch that?…well it does…except they say previously on All Saints)
"He was a boy,
She was a girl,
Can I make it any more obvious?
He was a punk,
She did ballet,
What more can I say…"
Singing along to the music blaring from her headphones, Hermione was curled up in bed reading a book by her favourite author that had just come out. When she finished the chapter she was in the middle of, she picked up her Discman and went to the sink opposite the door to get a glass of water. Behind her, she heard a dull thud, and when she turned around, she found herself looking at a broad, muscle-bound chest that was glistening with droplets of water. Looking down, she praised The Lord that this Greek God impostor had a towel wrapped around his waist. Looking up, she discovered a head full of damp, spiky blonde hair, and an impish smile that would have tempted Mary herself…
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Hermione stared at Draco in shock and (though she hated to admit it) wonder.
"Oh my…."
"Your what?" Draco's self-satisfied drawl was all it took to shake Hermione from her awe-stricken state.
"Draco Malfoy! What the hell are you doing in my room wearing a towel?!?!"
"Oh, okay…you'd prefer I wasn't wearing the towel? I can fix that." Draco moved to release one end of the towel from where it was tucked, holding up the towel, and Hermione spun around and covered her eyes, terrified that she might see something she didn't want to.
"That's not what I meant and you know it! Now, are you decent? I want to turn around and yell at you properly."
"Am I decent? Hmmm… Am I decent? Well I suppose that depends on what you call decent. I think I'm quite decent. But if you want to know if I'm decent according to you then you'll have to turn around and find out for yourself. Or we could just stand here all night, because I want to ask you something…and I refuse to talk to your back any more." Draco grinned devilishly as he issued his ultimatum – she'd have to turn around soon…she couldn't stay like that all night. Could she?
Draco stared in surprise and horror as Hermione tipped her head back and drank the glass of water in her hand, then bent her knees an lay down on the floor, facing the wall. Then he noticed what such an action entailed. Her "pyjamas" consisted of a cornflower blue satin nightgown that had skimmed the middle of her thighs when she'd been standing. Now however, it had slipped up to skim the curve of her bottom. And it didn't look as though she had any intention of moving it.
As he stared at Hermione's long, slender legs and her bottom, Draco began to think that maybe this hadn't been such a good idea after all. Part of his body that he had no control over was moving, which could be very embarrassing should Hermione turn over. Then he thought of a way to make her as uncomfortable as he was.
"Well, I certainly don't intend to spend the night on the floor; but I really need to ask you this question. So I'm just going to lie down in your bed and wait for you to stop sulking."
Hermione heard Draco walk across the small room. Then she heard a gentle thud, as if something soft had been dropped on the floor.
"That was me dropping the towel, because I wouldn't want to get your sheets damp."
Hermione squeezed her eyes shut against the images that flooded her mind as his words sank in.
"And this is me," Hermione heard a rustle of sheets, "getting into your nice warm bed. Sleep sweet angel. Don't get too cold down there – feel free to join me if you do though."
Five minutes later Hermione heard the deep, even breathing that told her that Draco was asleep. Well, if he's going to sleep in my bed, then I'm going to sleep in his! Standing up, she deliberately didn't look at Draco's sleeping form, and stepped into the corridor. She was surprised, however, to find Draco's mother asleep in his cabin. Not wanting to disturb her, Hermione returned to her own room.
Tiptoeing into her cabin Hermione wondered what she could do. There was no way she was sleeping in her mother's cabin…Elspeth Granger talked in her sleep, and after sharing a tent with her when they went camping last summer, there was no way Hermione could even contemplate doing it again. So that left the top bunk in her room. Unfortunately though, she'd stripped that bed of its miniscule amount of sheets and blankets to add them to the lower beds also miniscule pile of blankets, which she'd been cold underneath.
Hermione moved towards the beds, fully intending to take some of the bedclothes off the lower bed. When she got there, however, she saw Draco, and remembered that he was stark naked underneath the blankets. This thought made her decide to leave all the blankets right where they were. Which meant she had to sleep in her dressing gown. Wonderful. Fan****ingtastic. Hermione grabbed the gown out of the small cupboard, and climbed up to the top bed. There, she lay shivering for half an hour before falling into a fitful sleep.
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Draco wasn't sure exactly what woke him up, but he figured it would have to be the fact that he couldn't breathe very well because of the heavy cloth partially covering his face. Pulling it aside, he switched on the bedside lamp and looked at the clock on the wall. 2am. Damn. He hadn't even meant to fall asleep. That was when he realised that Hermione was no longer on the floor. It was also when he heard a small whimpering sound, and another sound he couldn't quite distinguish; he then noticed a dip in the mattress above his head. Leaping out of the bed, he turned and found himself looking at Hermione, curled up in a tight ball on the top bunk, covered in nothing but her nightgown.
Shit. Her skin held a slightly bluish tinge –and was covered in goosebumps-, and the before indistinguishable noise now became clear as he saw her teeth chattering. Double shit. I'm sorry Hermione; I didn't mean this to happen. As he stared at Hermione, he realised that she needed to get warm, and quickly. The first solution that came to his mind was to get her into the bottom bunk. He discarded this idea as quickly as it came though, because he realised he'd have to wake her up to do that. The next idea seemed plausible, and so he grabbed all the sheets and blankets from the bottom bed, and climbed up next to Hermione.
He then rearranged the sheets around them both -nice and tight and cosy- and drew Hermione up against his body, running his hands up and down her arms in order to warm her up. Although he appreciated the fact that he was lying smack bang up against one of the most beautiful girls he'd ever seen –and that his body was reacting accordingly- he decided to ignore it and focus on warming Hermione up. After he felt that she was warm enough, he wrapped his arms around her and held her, delighting in the fact that she subconsciously snuggled closer and rested her head on his shoulder. He gently played with her hair as he drifted off to sleep, and the last thing he could recall thinking was how pleasant and comforting it was just to hold somebody while you slept.
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Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Hermione slowly drifted out of sleepland, and found herself in a cocoon of warmth, with dim sunlight streaming through the window onto her closed eyelids. For some reason that she couldn't quite figure out there was something warm and soft beside her. Caring only that it was warm and that it represented contentment, she snuggled closer and wrapped her arms around it. Confused, but willing to go along with whatever was happening, Hermione responded to the arms that wrapped around her and the lips that descended to touch hers. I must still be asleep after all. Oh well, I like this dream; I hope it doesn't stop soon.
"Mmmmm." Draco groaned into the lips that touched his, the sound reverberating through both of their bodies. I must be dreaming. Slowly and carefully –and because of lack of oxygen- he drew back to look down at the girl beside him.
Both Draco and Hermione opened their eyes at the same time, and both realised immediately that it was no dream. Hermione's eyes widened with a mixture of leftover excitement and lethargy, and horror at what she'd just done. Draco simply stared at her, and then the corners of his mouth started to tilt up in a small smile that was the embodiment of the mischief and smugness for which he was well known.
"Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God! I can't believe this is happening. Wait a second…WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY BED?!?! What possessed you to pull a stunt like that? I can't believe that even you would be that low! Last I saw you were only wearing a towel, and," here Hermione bent over the edge of the bed to see the towel still lying on the floor –and consequently over Draco-, "I see you're no longer wearing it. So what exactly are you wearing?"
"Well, let's see then shall we?" Draco flung back the covers as he said this, which resulted in Hermione squeezing her eyes shut tight for the second time in 10 hours. "Tut tut tut. Honestly Hermione, you have no faith whatsoever. It's okay to look."
Slowly and cautiously, Hermione opened her eyes, expecting –and not quite prepared for- the worst. Spread before her –and altogether too close to her for her comfort- was Draco's athletically toned body, resplendent in a pair of navy blue satin boxer shorts. She breathed a deep sigh of relief, and then finally registered that he was still in her bed.
"Well, clothed or not, you're still in my bed, which is one place you will never be again if I have anything to say about it." Taking a deep breath, Hermione gathered all her strength and pushed hard against Draco, sending him sprawling off the bed and onto the floor.
"Hey! That hurt!"
"Good. Now get out of my room before I tell our mothers' what you've been up to."
"Okay, okay, I'm going, I'm going. But would you be so good as to tell me what you've done with my bag? Unless you'd prefer me to wander around like this for the rest of the day, that is."
Hermione pursed her lips and scowled at him. "Is that the question you so desperately needed to ask me last night –which I might add kept me out of my bed?"
"Yep. Seemed pretty important to me at the time –that I had my clothes that is."
Hermione scowled again. "It's in the cupboard. Now get out before I hit you."
Draco opened the cupboard and grabbed his bag. He was just about to step through the door when her remembered that he hadn't done or said anything typical of himself in at least two days. So he left Hermione with a parting shot accompanied by a cheeky grin, before escaping from the firing range.
"You know, they say that violence in a woman can be quite explosive when transferred into passion."
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(A/N: Please note that I almost finished the chapter here, but decided I'd better get them off the train –finally!)
After shoving all her clothes into a bag, pacing up and down her cabin and having a shower, Hermione finally let herself think about what had happened the night before. Something about it was bothering her –apart from the obvious- and she couldn't figure out what it was. The last thing she could remember was curling up on the top bed and being extremely cold. The next thing she could remember was waking up pressed against Draco and kissing him like there was no tomorrow. Which is a memory I should really make every effort to remove from my brain completely as soon as possible.
Oh I don't know, said a mischievous little voice in her head, it seems by far one of the most exciting memories you have.
Shut up. You don't know what you're talking about.
Hermione thought further back. She could see Draco curled up in the bottom bed, underneath all the blankets… that's it! How did both he and all the blankets get up onto the top bed with me? Unless… Oh no. Please no. Don't tell me he did something nice. I remember being so cold…and then…warm. He had to have. How else would they have got up there? Oh God. I practically accused him of taking advantage of me. Which means I have to apologise to him…
A/N: Well, that was quite a long chapter, wasn't it? I hope you liked it. Please review.