Ok everybody, this is my first Harry Potter fic and I'm just a little
nervous. I've got to warn you-First and Foremost, Harry Potter doesn't
belong to me. No way No how. It belongs to J.K. Rowling and all the other
smart people who decided to jump on it when they had a chance. Don't sue me
I'm a poor waitress who's trying to get back to school (and pay her overdue
phone bill). Second- I realize that anything I'm going to write could quite
possibly be already clichéd and the such. Third- I'm a big Draco and
Hermione fan. If you look at my profile, it's a cornucopia of fanfiction
revolving around them. I only hope to be as great as some of my favorite
authors. Fourth- I don't really mind flames, in fact I welcome them but I
consider most small-minded comments as a reflection of the person who wrote
it.(and if you didn't get that then don't read on, I don't want my work
wasted on such a plebian mind) I don't mind constructive criticism and I
don't mind praise. I do mind blatantly ignorant drabble people care to pass
off as a review. You will warrant no response and I will ignore you. Fifth-
I have a nasty tendency to not to respond to my reviewers. Its nothing
against you I swear! I love each and every single one of you and I respond
in my own way. So please don't be offended if you receive no response. Six-
I'm working my way to number 7. Its my lucky number! And lastly Seven- I
have a nasty tendency not to finish my work. I hate it when other authors
never update (I understand they have lives but 6 months for a friggin
update come on!) So I'm going to really try and update! Onto the story.
Hermione had enough of it. Her head was pounding, her ears were ringing, her cramps were killing and she forgot to bring a feminine product with her. She wanted to go home. She didn't want to go home now; she wanted to go home five minutes ago. Feeling a world class temper tantrum coming on she took a deep breath, composed herself a little and made her way through the crowd. Did I say crowd? What I meant to say was a hot, sweaty, boisterous mob that barely gave an inch as Hermione made her way through. By the time she made her way to the other side she was groped a total of 15 ½ times. The half because as one guy was reaching for her, she stepped on his toe with her 4 inch stiletto heel. Oh did I forget to mention that her feet hurt as well. She didn't like wearing heels but they made her feet look cute which in turn made her jeans look cute which in turn made her bum look cute. At the time it was a win-win situation but looking back on her decision, she wished she opted for the more sensible boots that were actually comfortable.
But back to her original dilemma, making her way across the mob to find her friends who by the looks of things were quite cozy where they were. Where you may ask, why sitting right in the D.J.s booth being chummy with the D.Js. Letting out a small sigh she made her way there. But before she could take a step to the platform a bodyguard stepped in front of her with his arms crossed.
"No entry." The brick said.
Rubbing her temple in frustration, she smiled at the brick and in her clipped British accent responded. "Listen, I want nothing more then to go home and fall into bed, well not before a night cap, and oh before I brush my teeth, and well you get my drift." She smiled up at him.
The brick just raised his eyebrow at her.
"Well, maybe you don't but anyway, I just want to get my friends and tell them I'm leaving. I don't want to stay anymore, I want to go home. So if you don't mind, please let me tell them, I swear I wont stay longer then absolutely necessary."
The brick looked over once, twice, thrice before finally moving and giving her the go ahead with a nod. Heaving a sigh of relief, she mumbled thank-you and made her way up to her friends.
"Diedra, Sandra!" Hermione shouted to them waving her arm in the air grabbing their attention.
"Her-my-o-knee! You found ush! I thought I had losh you!" Diedra shouted.
"Oh dear... Diedra, Sandra, its been a blast, it really has but I'm not feeling up to this anymore and to make a long story short, I'm going home." Hermione said.
As Hermione was turning around Sandra grabbed her arm and held onto her shoulders speaking loudly in her face.
"You cant go yet! We jush were coming to look for you! We got invited to the after party! You cant leave ush now!"
Prying her Sandra's hands off her shoulders, Hermione smiled at her, gave her a peck on the cheek, and was off.
"Her-my-o-knee! Come back! You sure yous gonna be ok!" Diedra shouted at her retreating back. Receiving no response she shrugged her shoulders and made her way back to the booth.
As soon as Hermione stepped out of the club a blast of cold air assaulted her face and she couldn't be more grateful for it. She wrapped her coat around her more firmly and made her way off to her flat a few blocks away. She was careful to watch out for the ice spots that occasionally graced the sidewalk. She should have been more careful where she walking because just as she was pulling her hair into a messy bun to allow the wind to dry her sweat drenched neck, her heel gave out and she went down. She went down hard and fast. She went down so hard and fast...Ok you get my point.
"Of all the rotten luck!!!" she mumbled to herself. "At least it wasn't in front of anybody."
Just as she was about to get up, she noticed that her heel broke off her shoes.
"In the name of all things holy! This cant be happening to me. Ok Hermione, chin up, there's a brave girl. You can just walk lopsided all the way home. Its not that far." She said dejectedly to herself.
As you can tell for Hermione, tonight just wasn't her night. She didn't even want to go out tonight. She just wanted to curl up with a hot cup of tea, a blanket and 'Hogwarts, a history.' But no, her neighbors in 24A (Diedra and Sandra) saw her by her mailbox and invited her to go out with them tonight. Seeing how she never really went out and she really didn't know her neighbors that well she took them up on their invite. Now it would be a very long time before she even considered stepping out of her flat again.
Ok so what if she were being a tad bit melodramatic? I would say after tonight she deserved to act however she wanted to act. But alas fates intervention wouldn't give her that time because just as she was making her way, (lopsided) down the street, a taxicab rolled up right beside her. And to add salt to the wound it just had to be him. The bane of her existence. Well the bane of her existence this year. Besides what was he doing here in the muggle world anyway!
"Well I definitely wasn't expecting this." Drawled the voice from the cab.
"Coincidently, nor was I. Now if you excuse me, I have to go home and completely forget about this night. Good day and Good night!" Hermione snapped at the person.
"I never knew you walked lopsided. I suppose it's from all those books you carried on your shoulder while at school." The voice said maliciously which stopped Hermione right in her tracks. She turned around ready to give him a piece of something but her good shoe caught on the ice again and she unceremoniously landed on her rear. A hearty laugh came roaring from the cab.
Hermione struggled to keep her composure. All she wanted to do was go home and sleep. Was it that hard? But no, instead she was freezing her bum off with a broken shoe in her hands and her pride severely wounded. She couldn't quite help the tears that were gathering in the corner of her eyes. She was so lost in cursing her bad luck she never heard the door open and the footsteps approach. She sighed heavily and just as she was about to get up a gloved hand appeared in front of her face.
"Well your certainly not a swan are you now?" Drawled the voice that was supposed to be in the cab driving down the street, completely avoiding her.
Hermione looked up through her mop of curls starting from the bottom. Perfectly polished black leather shoes, check. Warm wool trousers, check. A warm black pea-coat covering a thick cashmere sweater, check. Perfectly polished black leather gloves, check. Grey eyes that were like those steely brillo pads one uses to get rid of gunk on pots and pans, check. Platinum blond hair that looked like it came from one of those manufactured boy bands that were just the rage in the states, check. A beak-shaped nose with high cheekbones and a strong chin, check, check, and check. And all checkmarks lead to one impossibly infuriating man; Draco Malfoy.
"Sod off Malfoy." Hermione said through her gritted teeth.
Draco just laughed his trademark laugh and offered his hand again. "It doesn't bite Granger, I on the other hand do."
Hermione just glared up at him then at his hand before finally accepting it. "Thank you." She grinded out.
"Oh not a problem, none at all. In fact I should be the one thanking you! The look on your face was priceless when you went down! I wish I had taken a picture. And not those blasted muggle ones. I'm talking about the wizarding ones. I would have cherished the thought of looking back on that 50 years from now!" Draco replied.
"Oh poor Malfoy wont get a chance to humiliate me. Well you could just bring up all the OTHER stories you love to share with everybody about my humiliating moments." She snapped right back at him.
"Touchy aren't we Granger. Well I'll make sure I wont disappoint you at work then. I'm sure Parkinson would LOVE to hear about this one." Draco responded.
"Didn't I tell you to Sod Off Malfoy!" Hermione replied back testily as she started to hobble her way home.
"Oh Granger get back here!" Draco yelled after her. But she hobbled a good distance away.
The taxi driver beeped his horn at him and Draco went back to him gave him some money and went after Hermione. Hearing footsteps behind her she quickly reached into her purse and pulled out her whistle. Just as she was about to blow the whistle, the person put their hand on her shoulder to turn her around.
"Granger...what are you doing?" Malfoy questioned her.
Breathing a sigh of relief she took the whistle from her mouth and responded. "Its my rape whistle. See I would blow it to warn neighbors if I was being attacked. Oh why am I explaining this to you. What do you want?"
Ignoring her question he responded with one of his own. "Granger, you're a witch, why don't you just take out your wand and hex them into oblivion"
"Malfoy, in case you haven't realized, this is the muggle world where wands and magic don't exist to them. They probably think it's a sword type thing and pull out their gun and shoot me. And once again, what do you want!"
"Sword type thing eh Granger. I assume you mean a knife. You graduate with top honors at Hogwarts and all you can come up with is Sword type thing. I didn't know coming in second meant correcting you." He smirked at her.
Glaring at him before turning around she started to make her trek home. But before she could take one more step forward she felt somebody grasp her from behind her knees and lift her up to the threshold position.
"MALFOY!!!" Hermione screeched. "What in Merlins name are you doing! Put me down right this instant! YOU BRUTE! You foul, loathsome BRUTE!"
"Do shut-up Granger and tell me where you're heading off too." Draco said ignoring her name-calling.
"Weren't you riding in a taxi before Malfoy?" Granger asked ceasing her flailing.
"Yes, Yes I was riding in a nice, warm taxi before running into you, and I got out to follow you to make sure you weren't getting into trouble." He replied.
"Let me get this straight, you had a cab, a nice, warm taxi around this time at night, well this time in the morning and you got out of it! What are you? Daft!!"
"Granger...what did I tell you about shutting up? Ok so maybe I messed up with not staying in the cab. Just tell me where you're heading off to and we'll forget this night ever happened." He replied aggravated.
Sensing his anger and realizing that he wasn't going to put her down until she told him where her destination is she told him just that.
"Go up 3 more blocks and make a left and then walk down the alley. The main door isn't open at this time but the side door is." She answered quietly.
"Thank you. Was it that hard now?"
"Yes."
"It was a rhetorical question Granger."
"Here we are Granger. At the side door just like you said. How do we get in?"
Hermione snorted. "We Malfoy. When did me become we?"
"Well I thought you would invite me up for a night cap..."Draco was about to finish until he saw the look in Hermione's eyes before he changed it up with," no night cap? Well at the very least a spot of tea then?"
Hermione glared at him a bit longer before relaxing her shoulders and mumbled out a fine.
"Put me down Malfoy so I can get my key." Hermione demanded.
"Say the magic words." He replied.
"Now Malfoy or you wont get that spot of tea." She threatened.
"So moody. Hey I wonder, is it that time of month for you? You've been acting really crabby lately." Draco trailed off as Hermione patted herself down looking for her key. "What, lost your key?"
"Mind your manners AND your business Malfoy. Ah here it is!" and with a triumphant grin on her face she put the key in the keyhole and turned. "Follow me this way please." Hermione told him as she slipped off her shoes from her feet and through them in the trashcan nearby.
Draco watched her do so and couldn't help but to ask, "Whats wrong Cinderella, not leaving your shoe for your prince charming?"
"Very funny Malfoy, if you keep it up I might put some extra poison in your tea."
"Oh you don't have to do that for ME Granger, two scoops should be just fine." He responded with a smile on his face.
"Oh Bollocks! The elevator's out of order!" Hermione moaned.
"Sod, Bollocks, Bloody. What's next Granger, Damn?" Draco commented.
Hermione, who was resting her head on the elevators doors, turned to look at him sideways.
"I guess not."
"Listen Malfoy, as much as your enjoying this verbal sparring match, I'm tired, my head hurts and I don't feel like walking up 10 flight of stairs. So if you don't mind, I think I'm going to fall asleep right here. You can take a rain check for that cup of tea." Hermione said.
Draco rolled his eyes at her before going over to her now hunched over form on the floor and picking her up again. "You're too melodramatic for your own good, you know that Granger?" He responded.
"Malfoy, what are you doing? Just leave me here and let me be!" Hermione pleaded with him as he started walking up the flight of stairs.
"As much as I would love too, something about being your knight in shining armor is something I could really ride you for later on. Its too good of an opportunity to pass up!" He said.
When Hermione just groaned at his statement he adjusted her in his arms and replied, "Granger...It was a joke. Do you really think I want people to know I lend a helping hand?"
"Malfoy...You know it would do you a world of good!" Hermione was about to start her rant before Draco interrupted her.
"Granger that too was a joke." He said flatly.
"Oh."
"Yes, Oh."
It was silent as Draco made his way up to the 10th floor. His arms were getting tired but he wouldn't admit that to her. And from her deep breathing he assumed she was asleep. Deciding to take a quick break he stopped at the 6th floor.
"Tired are we?" Hermione spoke.
"Merlin Granger! You scared me! You're voice sounded like one of Hagrids beasts we had to examine in 7th year." Draco responded to her bait.
"Hey! They weren't beasts! They were beautiful animals! You're still sore about 3rd year."
"Just as I was beginning to forget that incident you just had to remind me. Thanks Granger. Thanks a bunch."
"Oh anytime Malfoy."
"What are you doing awake? I thought you were asleep."
"So did I, but with all that jostling I woke up. Can't you carry a girl properly? Or if your arms are getting tired and weak I can walk the rest by myself." Hermione challenged him with a smirk.
"Tired and weak, I think not Granger." He replied. And with that he was on his way again up to the 10th floor. An uncomfortable silence settled over the duo and the only sound that was being made was the Draco's boots on the concrete steps. All conversation ceased to exist until he finally made his way up to their destination.
"Well which door are you?" He asked.
"Malfoy, please put me down. Your arms have to be killing you by now and I'm positive my feet aren't killing me anymore." Hermione pleaded with him.
"Wasn't it you who said earlier that I cant carry a girl properly? Now tell me how proper it is for me to put you down now when were not even by your door yet?" Draco asked.
Rolling her eyes, she tried a different angle. "Malfoy, I'm sick of this bantering, thank you for carrying me up the steps and thank you for carrying me home but please, lets just can the snide comments and just put me down. I'm fine and I can walk myself to the door."
Draco took a moment to pause in contemplation before relenting his hold on her and setting her down delicately.
"Thank you." Hermione said as she opened the door that led to the hallway. "After you."
He nodded his head towards her and walked through standing in the middle of the hallway waiting for her. She silently walked down the hall due to her not wearing shoes and she could hear Draco softly padding behind her. She stopped at door 20A, fiddled with the lock for a moment and opened the door.
"Welcome to my humble abode." She said as she opened the door for him.
Draco walked in assessing her home, making a complete 360. He turned to look at her." Not bad Granger. And here I thought you'd be living in a single with the kitchen and living room joined together."
"Malfoy...what did I tell you about snide comments. Quit it!" she snapped defensively.
"Oh don't get your panties in a bunch. You've done well. Surprisingly well in fact."
"Coming from you, I'll take that as a compliment. Here give me your coat and gloves, the bathroom is down your hall towards the right and the kitchen is on your left. I'll be right back, make yourself comfy." Hermione said as she gathered their outerwear and headed towards the closet.
"Did you want me to start the kettle Granger or have you got everything under control?" Draco called out from the living room. He walked over to her fireplace and checked out the pictures on the mantel. Most of them appeared to be of family and friends. Behind the pictures there were plaques and her certificates.
Her living room had a comfortable feel to it. Hard wood floors that appeared to be of a Maple finish, Cream color couches and a chair. A well sized T.V. screen appeared to be in the corner sitting atop a moveable cart. Magazines littered the coffee table. Garden plants of different varieties adorned strategic parts of her walls. The walls were painted a midnight blue which went nicely with her furniture. Draco made his way over to the kitchen without waiting for a reply from her and started to check out the kitchen.
He flicked the light on and was surprised on how small it was in contrast to the living room. It had an opening in it that allowed you to see the living room. She had no dining table only stools for what he assumed was her eating space along the other side of the kitchen. A tiny island was placed in the middle of the floor. Her fridge was small and quaint. From the kitchen he went down the hall towards the bathroom, cute, small, quaint. And from the bathroom he went towards the center room which he only assumed was Hermione's room.
"Malfoy...Are you done examining everything?" Hermione called from the kitchen.
Startled from his reverie he headed back towards the kitchen where he found Hermione standing on her tiptoes for the tea packets.
"Need help with that?" he said behind her causing her to jump. She turned around with her hand to her heart and a surprised look on her face.
"You scared me! I didn't even realize you came in."
"I have that affect on people." He said with a smile. "Need any help with that?"
Hermione looked at him for a second about to ask him help with what when she realized she couldn't quite reach the tea without jumping up on the counter.
"Oh yes...yes. Thank you." She said as he made his way to her. His 6'4 frame easily reached the tea packets as he stood next to her. He brought them down and handed it to her still standing close to her. She looked up at him from her 5'5 frame and took the tea packets from him. They stood there close to one another for a few more moments before the tea's boiling brought them back.
"So about that rat poison Malfoy..."Hermione said recovering quickly.
"If you mean sugar as in rat poison then I take 4 spoonfuls, no cream thank you." He responded with a smile on his face.
Hermione handed his tea and he took it gratefully. They both sipped their tea in silence as they stood across from each other; Draco against the dishwasher and Hermione against the island.
"So..." They both began in unison.
"You go first Malfoy."
"Ladies first Granger."
"I Insist Malfoy."
"Its your flat Granger." Draco said smiling into his cup when he won that round.
"I would ask you how you've been doing, but since I've seen you Friday its pretty pointless." She began.
"Oh I wouldn't say that Granger. A lot of things can happen in 48 hours."
"Has anything happened in 48 hours?"
"No. Nothing."
Another silence enveloped the two as they continued to drink their tea.
"Christmas is about a month and a half away." Draco finally said jolting Hermione.
She looked up sharply at him before turning back to her tea.
"Oh really Hermione..."Draco began as he placed his cup on the countertop. "Its not the end of the world is it?"
"Oh no Draco, the end of the world would be Voldermort making a return, Not a bet made 10 years ago." Hermione responded bitterly.
"Granger..." Draco warned.
"What Malfoy?"
"I'm sick and tired of this game your playing with me. I've tried everything to be nice to you. I've even tried going back to the way we used to be. But nothings good enough for you. And nothing ever will be. I'm not Potter and I'm certainly not Weasley so you need to get over it." Draco said in a huff as he made his way past Hermione.
Hermione had her eyes closed as she held her tea in both of her hands sighing deeply.
"Are you even listening to a word I said?" He started angrily but before he said anything else he turned away from her, his arms folded across his chest breathing heavily.
It was a few more minutes before Draco spoke again.
"You know Hermione, I made that bet with you with every intention of keeping it. You just keep on refusing me at every turn. Every time I try to make things right with you, you go into your self righteous hissy fits and always walk away in a huff." Hermione was about to interrupt but Draco beat her to it by holding his hand out to her in a stopping motion. "Well not this time. This time you get to watch ME walk away from YOU." And with that he gathered his things from the coat rack and slammed the door open walking out.
Hermione stood there before throwing her tea against the wall and went after Draco.
She jumped down the steps two at a time barefoot. She knew that when he got into one of his 'angry' moods he liked to walk fast and far as quick as he could. Cursing that the elevator was broke with every step she jumped from, she quickly made her way down the flight of stairs hoping to catch up to him.
She finally made it down to the first floor only to see his platinum blond hair walk out through the side door.
Jumping the last 3 steps she cursed loudly as she landed awkwardly on her ankle. She fell to the ground in a crumpled heap of limbs before getting back up again and running after him. She turned to the left then to the right not knowing which way to go. Taking a deep breath she went to the right, that lead her to the main street. She ran or well ran as best as she could with her ankle bothering her towards the club she came from.
Her feet were bare and her ankle was sore but she ran on hoping to catch up with him. After 20 minutes of searching she leaned against a building catching her breath. Tears were forming in her eyes again but this time she didn't try to hold them back. Limping her way back to her apartment she wrapped her arms around her body trying to regain some semblance of warmth. With tears running down her face and ruining her mascara she wiped angrily at her eyes.
"Stupid Hermione...stupid stupid stupid!' she scolded herself. She didn't mean to hurt him. She never meant too. With Christmas looming ahead and the bet's deadline nearly up, she went in self defense mood. For the past 3 months she acted just how she did in Hogwarts. Always giving Draco the cold shoulder. Always bickering with him. But through it all he saw through it and still treated her kindly. She just didn't want to accept the fact that he would actually keep his end of the bet. Sniffling as she made her way to her apartment building, she unwrapped her arms from her torso to search her pockets for her keys. Realizing she left them on the coffee table she let out a groan of defeat and started to cry harder as she slid down the brick wall.
"Granger...?" A tentative voice asked.
Looking up she saw Draco standing towards her left with a concerned expression on his face.
"Granger... what the bloody hell are you doing out here with no coat and gloves on...and what the hell is this! You're not wearing any shoes! Are you trying to make yourself sick!" Draco started to reprimand her as he made his way to where she was but when he saw her tear stained face and her shivering body his expression softened a bit.
"Hermione what are you doing out here like this?" he asked softly.
She kept her head bowed down while responding. "I decided to take a little stroll... that's all. What are you doing back here?"
"You always were a terrible liar you know that." He responded while bending down to lift her up but stopped when she yelped when she put weight on her ankle.
"What did you do to yourself!!" He said while looking her over with a shocked expression on his face." You're freezing cold and you're face is a mess!"
And that's all it took to destroy Hermione's strong front she was trying to put on for Draco. She collapsed in his arms a tearful, shivering mess.
And that's when it all came out in a big jumble of strewn together words.
"YouleftandhiccupandididntwantthingstohiccupendthewaytheydidandIdidntwan tyoutohatehiccupme." She started but Draco wrapped his arms and his coat around her holding her close against his chest making shushing noises in the back of his throat. When most of the hiccups finally died down and her breathing turned somewhat normal from the gentle rocking she took a deep breathe and looked up at Draco.
"I didn't want things to end the way they did." She started in a small voice.
"So you decide to come running after me barefooted with a sprained ankle on one of the most coldest nights of the year so far?" he replied trying to lighten the situation.
She sniffled then mumbled in response, "It wasn't sprained when I first landed on it."
"Granger I thought you had more common sense then that." He said smiling down at her while rubbing his hands up and down her arms. "You're still freezing and its 3 in the morning. Lets go back inside and talk about this."
"We cant."
"Why cant we?"
"Because I left the key on my coffee table inside."
"Lucky for you I have my wand." And with that, he said the incantation which unlocked the door and lead them inside.
"I take it the elevator's still broken?" He joked with her smiling gently.
She gave him a small smile in return.
"Come here Granger, you're not walking anywhere on that ankle, and with that he lifted her once again in his arms and he made the hike up to the 10th floor.
It was around 3:45 when they finally get settled back into Hermione's apartment. He put on a fresh pot of water and retrieved blankets from her bedroom, (after her demands that he not go in there went unheard). He retrieved an ice pack from her freezer and put it on her swollen ankle.
"Well it doesn't look broken. I think its just a mild sprain. If you want, I could try doing a healing spell but I must warn you, they're not exactly my forte."
"No thank-you Draco. It should be fine in the morning." Hermione responded.
"You called me Draco." He said, looking at her.
"You called me Hermione." She reminded him.
"Why did you chase after me Gra...Hermione?" he almost let it slip and since they were now on first name basis he figured he might as well NOT ruin it.
Taking a deep breathe and a huge gulp of tea she started. "Malfoy...Draco, it was 10 years ago we made that bet. A lot of things have happened in the past 10 years and I...I just didn't think you would honestly keep it. I mean come on Draco, look at me. I'm not exactly your type."
Draco narrowed his eyes at her." What do you mean not my type. You haven't given me a chance to know what my type is."
"Draco don't get angry at me! Every time I see you, you're always with a different witch, someone prettier then the next. Always someone richer and better. And then you come up to me in September reminding me of the bet. The bet that I thought until that moment was non-existent between us!" Hermione said self consciously.
Draco stood up angrily. "So this whole time you've been avoiding me because for some strange reason you got it through your thick head that your not good enough for me!?"
"In a nutshell, yes."
"Hermione!" he sat back down again closer to her so he was gripping her shoulders. "Hermione, look at me. Look at me long and hard. What do you see."
Hermione looked at him, she started from his manicured hands without a speck of dirt underneath his fingernails. Then up towards his chest where he was breathing heavily. She worked his way to his strong chin that stood out proudly. Then to his jaw which was clenching and unclenching sporadically. She worked her way to his nose, his perfect strong nose that lead to his perfect high sculptured cheekbones. Then from his cheekbones were his eyes. So stormy and gray, then she drifted from his eyes to his strikingly beautiful hair that she could only imagine was as soft and feathery as it looked. And she finally made her way to his lips. They were pink and shaped like cupids bow and it took all her willpower not to touch them.
She started to speak but Draco interrupted her." Hermione, tell me what you see."
"I see you Draco, I see you." And with that she leaned placing her hand on his perfectly sculpted cheekbone running her thumb from side to side trailing down to his lips where she ran her thumb against them. Draco grabbed her hand and placed it on his neck and he leaned over and kissed her gently on her own lips.
It was sweet and perfect and it was everything they both wanted it to be. As Hermione leaned back in the couch bringing Draco with her she ran her hands through his hair letting them curl at the nape of his neck. His hands were on her hips as he made circle motions into her hipbones. His mouth worked hungrily against hers as the intensity of their kissing increased. They broke away for air at the same time, both looking deep within eachothers eyes. She planted tiny kisses on his forehead as he started to suckle on the junction of her neck. She moaned softly into his hair when he started to nibble on her skin there.
He was resting in between her thighs as her legs were running leisurely up and down his sides. He grinded his hips into hers which produced a low raspy moan to emit from Hermione's throat. Catching a hold of her raging hormones at the moment she whispered into his ear, "As much as I would love to continue doing what were doing at the moment, We cant go much further then this."
"Why's that?" He asked softly into her ear as he was softly nipping the lobe.
"Because I don't want tomorrow to happen just yet." She said while nuzzling his neck with her nose.
"Tomorrow doesn't have to happen then." He whispered as he greedily placed his lips upon her.
Well what do you think! This isn't the whole story! Rest assured. Inspiration struck for me to write the chapters in a very strange way. Oh rest assured they will be easy to follow. But think of this as a prologue of sorts. As in the opening paragraph above feel free to offer any review may it be constructive, destructive or just plain nice. I'm posting this tonight and I'm not even going to look through for grammatical errors. I hope you enjoy reading the first chapter and I'll try getting the second one out ASAP! Thank you!
Hermione had enough of it. Her head was pounding, her ears were ringing, her cramps were killing and she forgot to bring a feminine product with her. She wanted to go home. She didn't want to go home now; she wanted to go home five minutes ago. Feeling a world class temper tantrum coming on she took a deep breath, composed herself a little and made her way through the crowd. Did I say crowd? What I meant to say was a hot, sweaty, boisterous mob that barely gave an inch as Hermione made her way through. By the time she made her way to the other side she was groped a total of 15 ½ times. The half because as one guy was reaching for her, she stepped on his toe with her 4 inch stiletto heel. Oh did I forget to mention that her feet hurt as well. She didn't like wearing heels but they made her feet look cute which in turn made her jeans look cute which in turn made her bum look cute. At the time it was a win-win situation but looking back on her decision, she wished she opted for the more sensible boots that were actually comfortable.
But back to her original dilemma, making her way across the mob to find her friends who by the looks of things were quite cozy where they were. Where you may ask, why sitting right in the D.J.s booth being chummy with the D.Js. Letting out a small sigh she made her way there. But before she could take a step to the platform a bodyguard stepped in front of her with his arms crossed.
"No entry." The brick said.
Rubbing her temple in frustration, she smiled at the brick and in her clipped British accent responded. "Listen, I want nothing more then to go home and fall into bed, well not before a night cap, and oh before I brush my teeth, and well you get my drift." She smiled up at him.
The brick just raised his eyebrow at her.
"Well, maybe you don't but anyway, I just want to get my friends and tell them I'm leaving. I don't want to stay anymore, I want to go home. So if you don't mind, please let me tell them, I swear I wont stay longer then absolutely necessary."
The brick looked over once, twice, thrice before finally moving and giving her the go ahead with a nod. Heaving a sigh of relief, she mumbled thank-you and made her way up to her friends.
"Diedra, Sandra!" Hermione shouted to them waving her arm in the air grabbing their attention.
"Her-my-o-knee! You found ush! I thought I had losh you!" Diedra shouted.
"Oh dear... Diedra, Sandra, its been a blast, it really has but I'm not feeling up to this anymore and to make a long story short, I'm going home." Hermione said.
As Hermione was turning around Sandra grabbed her arm and held onto her shoulders speaking loudly in her face.
"You cant go yet! We jush were coming to look for you! We got invited to the after party! You cant leave ush now!"
Prying her Sandra's hands off her shoulders, Hermione smiled at her, gave her a peck on the cheek, and was off.
"Her-my-o-knee! Come back! You sure yous gonna be ok!" Diedra shouted at her retreating back. Receiving no response she shrugged her shoulders and made her way back to the booth.
As soon as Hermione stepped out of the club a blast of cold air assaulted her face and she couldn't be more grateful for it. She wrapped her coat around her more firmly and made her way off to her flat a few blocks away. She was careful to watch out for the ice spots that occasionally graced the sidewalk. She should have been more careful where she walking because just as she was pulling her hair into a messy bun to allow the wind to dry her sweat drenched neck, her heel gave out and she went down. She went down hard and fast. She went down so hard and fast...Ok you get my point.
"Of all the rotten luck!!!" she mumbled to herself. "At least it wasn't in front of anybody."
Just as she was about to get up, she noticed that her heel broke off her shoes.
"In the name of all things holy! This cant be happening to me. Ok Hermione, chin up, there's a brave girl. You can just walk lopsided all the way home. Its not that far." She said dejectedly to herself.
As you can tell for Hermione, tonight just wasn't her night. She didn't even want to go out tonight. She just wanted to curl up with a hot cup of tea, a blanket and 'Hogwarts, a history.' But no, her neighbors in 24A (Diedra and Sandra) saw her by her mailbox and invited her to go out with them tonight. Seeing how she never really went out and she really didn't know her neighbors that well she took them up on their invite. Now it would be a very long time before she even considered stepping out of her flat again.
Ok so what if she were being a tad bit melodramatic? I would say after tonight she deserved to act however she wanted to act. But alas fates intervention wouldn't give her that time because just as she was making her way, (lopsided) down the street, a taxicab rolled up right beside her. And to add salt to the wound it just had to be him. The bane of her existence. Well the bane of her existence this year. Besides what was he doing here in the muggle world anyway!
"Well I definitely wasn't expecting this." Drawled the voice from the cab.
"Coincidently, nor was I. Now if you excuse me, I have to go home and completely forget about this night. Good day and Good night!" Hermione snapped at the person.
"I never knew you walked lopsided. I suppose it's from all those books you carried on your shoulder while at school." The voice said maliciously which stopped Hermione right in her tracks. She turned around ready to give him a piece of something but her good shoe caught on the ice again and she unceremoniously landed on her rear. A hearty laugh came roaring from the cab.
Hermione struggled to keep her composure. All she wanted to do was go home and sleep. Was it that hard? But no, instead she was freezing her bum off with a broken shoe in her hands and her pride severely wounded. She couldn't quite help the tears that were gathering in the corner of her eyes. She was so lost in cursing her bad luck she never heard the door open and the footsteps approach. She sighed heavily and just as she was about to get up a gloved hand appeared in front of her face.
"Well your certainly not a swan are you now?" Drawled the voice that was supposed to be in the cab driving down the street, completely avoiding her.
Hermione looked up through her mop of curls starting from the bottom. Perfectly polished black leather shoes, check. Warm wool trousers, check. A warm black pea-coat covering a thick cashmere sweater, check. Perfectly polished black leather gloves, check. Grey eyes that were like those steely brillo pads one uses to get rid of gunk on pots and pans, check. Platinum blond hair that looked like it came from one of those manufactured boy bands that were just the rage in the states, check. A beak-shaped nose with high cheekbones and a strong chin, check, check, and check. And all checkmarks lead to one impossibly infuriating man; Draco Malfoy.
"Sod off Malfoy." Hermione said through her gritted teeth.
Draco just laughed his trademark laugh and offered his hand again. "It doesn't bite Granger, I on the other hand do."
Hermione just glared up at him then at his hand before finally accepting it. "Thank you." She grinded out.
"Oh not a problem, none at all. In fact I should be the one thanking you! The look on your face was priceless when you went down! I wish I had taken a picture. And not those blasted muggle ones. I'm talking about the wizarding ones. I would have cherished the thought of looking back on that 50 years from now!" Draco replied.
"Oh poor Malfoy wont get a chance to humiliate me. Well you could just bring up all the OTHER stories you love to share with everybody about my humiliating moments." She snapped right back at him.
"Touchy aren't we Granger. Well I'll make sure I wont disappoint you at work then. I'm sure Parkinson would LOVE to hear about this one." Draco responded.
"Didn't I tell you to Sod Off Malfoy!" Hermione replied back testily as she started to hobble her way home.
"Oh Granger get back here!" Draco yelled after her. But she hobbled a good distance away.
The taxi driver beeped his horn at him and Draco went back to him gave him some money and went after Hermione. Hearing footsteps behind her she quickly reached into her purse and pulled out her whistle. Just as she was about to blow the whistle, the person put their hand on her shoulder to turn her around.
"Granger...what are you doing?" Malfoy questioned her.
Breathing a sigh of relief she took the whistle from her mouth and responded. "Its my rape whistle. See I would blow it to warn neighbors if I was being attacked. Oh why am I explaining this to you. What do you want?"
Ignoring her question he responded with one of his own. "Granger, you're a witch, why don't you just take out your wand and hex them into oblivion"
"Malfoy, in case you haven't realized, this is the muggle world where wands and magic don't exist to them. They probably think it's a sword type thing and pull out their gun and shoot me. And once again, what do you want!"
"Sword type thing eh Granger. I assume you mean a knife. You graduate with top honors at Hogwarts and all you can come up with is Sword type thing. I didn't know coming in second meant correcting you." He smirked at her.
Glaring at him before turning around she started to make her trek home. But before she could take one more step forward she felt somebody grasp her from behind her knees and lift her up to the threshold position.
"MALFOY!!!" Hermione screeched. "What in Merlins name are you doing! Put me down right this instant! YOU BRUTE! You foul, loathsome BRUTE!"
"Do shut-up Granger and tell me where you're heading off too." Draco said ignoring her name-calling.
"Weren't you riding in a taxi before Malfoy?" Granger asked ceasing her flailing.
"Yes, Yes I was riding in a nice, warm taxi before running into you, and I got out to follow you to make sure you weren't getting into trouble." He replied.
"Let me get this straight, you had a cab, a nice, warm taxi around this time at night, well this time in the morning and you got out of it! What are you? Daft!!"
"Granger...what did I tell you about shutting up? Ok so maybe I messed up with not staying in the cab. Just tell me where you're heading off to and we'll forget this night ever happened." He replied aggravated.
Sensing his anger and realizing that he wasn't going to put her down until she told him where her destination is she told him just that.
"Go up 3 more blocks and make a left and then walk down the alley. The main door isn't open at this time but the side door is." She answered quietly.
"Thank you. Was it that hard now?"
"Yes."
"It was a rhetorical question Granger."
"Here we are Granger. At the side door just like you said. How do we get in?"
Hermione snorted. "We Malfoy. When did me become we?"
"Well I thought you would invite me up for a night cap..."Draco was about to finish until he saw the look in Hermione's eyes before he changed it up with," no night cap? Well at the very least a spot of tea then?"
Hermione glared at him a bit longer before relaxing her shoulders and mumbled out a fine.
"Put me down Malfoy so I can get my key." Hermione demanded.
"Say the magic words." He replied.
"Now Malfoy or you wont get that spot of tea." She threatened.
"So moody. Hey I wonder, is it that time of month for you? You've been acting really crabby lately." Draco trailed off as Hermione patted herself down looking for her key. "What, lost your key?"
"Mind your manners AND your business Malfoy. Ah here it is!" and with a triumphant grin on her face she put the key in the keyhole and turned. "Follow me this way please." Hermione told him as she slipped off her shoes from her feet and through them in the trashcan nearby.
Draco watched her do so and couldn't help but to ask, "Whats wrong Cinderella, not leaving your shoe for your prince charming?"
"Very funny Malfoy, if you keep it up I might put some extra poison in your tea."
"Oh you don't have to do that for ME Granger, two scoops should be just fine." He responded with a smile on his face.
"Oh Bollocks! The elevator's out of order!" Hermione moaned.
"Sod, Bollocks, Bloody. What's next Granger, Damn?" Draco commented.
Hermione, who was resting her head on the elevators doors, turned to look at him sideways.
"I guess not."
"Listen Malfoy, as much as your enjoying this verbal sparring match, I'm tired, my head hurts and I don't feel like walking up 10 flight of stairs. So if you don't mind, I think I'm going to fall asleep right here. You can take a rain check for that cup of tea." Hermione said.
Draco rolled his eyes at her before going over to her now hunched over form on the floor and picking her up again. "You're too melodramatic for your own good, you know that Granger?" He responded.
"Malfoy, what are you doing? Just leave me here and let me be!" Hermione pleaded with him as he started walking up the flight of stairs.
"As much as I would love too, something about being your knight in shining armor is something I could really ride you for later on. Its too good of an opportunity to pass up!" He said.
When Hermione just groaned at his statement he adjusted her in his arms and replied, "Granger...It was a joke. Do you really think I want people to know I lend a helping hand?"
"Malfoy...You know it would do you a world of good!" Hermione was about to start her rant before Draco interrupted her.
"Granger that too was a joke." He said flatly.
"Oh."
"Yes, Oh."
It was silent as Draco made his way up to the 10th floor. His arms were getting tired but he wouldn't admit that to her. And from her deep breathing he assumed she was asleep. Deciding to take a quick break he stopped at the 6th floor.
"Tired are we?" Hermione spoke.
"Merlin Granger! You scared me! You're voice sounded like one of Hagrids beasts we had to examine in 7th year." Draco responded to her bait.
"Hey! They weren't beasts! They were beautiful animals! You're still sore about 3rd year."
"Just as I was beginning to forget that incident you just had to remind me. Thanks Granger. Thanks a bunch."
"Oh anytime Malfoy."
"What are you doing awake? I thought you were asleep."
"So did I, but with all that jostling I woke up. Can't you carry a girl properly? Or if your arms are getting tired and weak I can walk the rest by myself." Hermione challenged him with a smirk.
"Tired and weak, I think not Granger." He replied. And with that he was on his way again up to the 10th floor. An uncomfortable silence settled over the duo and the only sound that was being made was the Draco's boots on the concrete steps. All conversation ceased to exist until he finally made his way up to their destination.
"Well which door are you?" He asked.
"Malfoy, please put me down. Your arms have to be killing you by now and I'm positive my feet aren't killing me anymore." Hermione pleaded with him.
"Wasn't it you who said earlier that I cant carry a girl properly? Now tell me how proper it is for me to put you down now when were not even by your door yet?" Draco asked.
Rolling her eyes, she tried a different angle. "Malfoy, I'm sick of this bantering, thank you for carrying me up the steps and thank you for carrying me home but please, lets just can the snide comments and just put me down. I'm fine and I can walk myself to the door."
Draco took a moment to pause in contemplation before relenting his hold on her and setting her down delicately.
"Thank you." Hermione said as she opened the door that led to the hallway. "After you."
He nodded his head towards her and walked through standing in the middle of the hallway waiting for her. She silently walked down the hall due to her not wearing shoes and she could hear Draco softly padding behind her. She stopped at door 20A, fiddled with the lock for a moment and opened the door.
"Welcome to my humble abode." She said as she opened the door for him.
Draco walked in assessing her home, making a complete 360. He turned to look at her." Not bad Granger. And here I thought you'd be living in a single with the kitchen and living room joined together."
"Malfoy...what did I tell you about snide comments. Quit it!" she snapped defensively.
"Oh don't get your panties in a bunch. You've done well. Surprisingly well in fact."
"Coming from you, I'll take that as a compliment. Here give me your coat and gloves, the bathroom is down your hall towards the right and the kitchen is on your left. I'll be right back, make yourself comfy." Hermione said as she gathered their outerwear and headed towards the closet.
"Did you want me to start the kettle Granger or have you got everything under control?" Draco called out from the living room. He walked over to her fireplace and checked out the pictures on the mantel. Most of them appeared to be of family and friends. Behind the pictures there were plaques and her certificates.
Her living room had a comfortable feel to it. Hard wood floors that appeared to be of a Maple finish, Cream color couches and a chair. A well sized T.V. screen appeared to be in the corner sitting atop a moveable cart. Magazines littered the coffee table. Garden plants of different varieties adorned strategic parts of her walls. The walls were painted a midnight blue which went nicely with her furniture. Draco made his way over to the kitchen without waiting for a reply from her and started to check out the kitchen.
He flicked the light on and was surprised on how small it was in contrast to the living room. It had an opening in it that allowed you to see the living room. She had no dining table only stools for what he assumed was her eating space along the other side of the kitchen. A tiny island was placed in the middle of the floor. Her fridge was small and quaint. From the kitchen he went down the hall towards the bathroom, cute, small, quaint. And from the bathroom he went towards the center room which he only assumed was Hermione's room.
"Malfoy...Are you done examining everything?" Hermione called from the kitchen.
Startled from his reverie he headed back towards the kitchen where he found Hermione standing on her tiptoes for the tea packets.
"Need help with that?" he said behind her causing her to jump. She turned around with her hand to her heart and a surprised look on her face.
"You scared me! I didn't even realize you came in."
"I have that affect on people." He said with a smile. "Need any help with that?"
Hermione looked at him for a second about to ask him help with what when she realized she couldn't quite reach the tea without jumping up on the counter.
"Oh yes...yes. Thank you." She said as he made his way to her. His 6'4 frame easily reached the tea packets as he stood next to her. He brought them down and handed it to her still standing close to her. She looked up at him from her 5'5 frame and took the tea packets from him. They stood there close to one another for a few more moments before the tea's boiling brought them back.
"So about that rat poison Malfoy..."Hermione said recovering quickly.
"If you mean sugar as in rat poison then I take 4 spoonfuls, no cream thank you." He responded with a smile on his face.
Hermione handed his tea and he took it gratefully. They both sipped their tea in silence as they stood across from each other; Draco against the dishwasher and Hermione against the island.
"So..." They both began in unison.
"You go first Malfoy."
"Ladies first Granger."
"I Insist Malfoy."
"Its your flat Granger." Draco said smiling into his cup when he won that round.
"I would ask you how you've been doing, but since I've seen you Friday its pretty pointless." She began.
"Oh I wouldn't say that Granger. A lot of things can happen in 48 hours."
"Has anything happened in 48 hours?"
"No. Nothing."
Another silence enveloped the two as they continued to drink their tea.
"Christmas is about a month and a half away." Draco finally said jolting Hermione.
She looked up sharply at him before turning back to her tea.
"Oh really Hermione..."Draco began as he placed his cup on the countertop. "Its not the end of the world is it?"
"Oh no Draco, the end of the world would be Voldermort making a return, Not a bet made 10 years ago." Hermione responded bitterly.
"Granger..." Draco warned.
"What Malfoy?"
"I'm sick and tired of this game your playing with me. I've tried everything to be nice to you. I've even tried going back to the way we used to be. But nothings good enough for you. And nothing ever will be. I'm not Potter and I'm certainly not Weasley so you need to get over it." Draco said in a huff as he made his way past Hermione.
Hermione had her eyes closed as she held her tea in both of her hands sighing deeply.
"Are you even listening to a word I said?" He started angrily but before he said anything else he turned away from her, his arms folded across his chest breathing heavily.
It was a few more minutes before Draco spoke again.
"You know Hermione, I made that bet with you with every intention of keeping it. You just keep on refusing me at every turn. Every time I try to make things right with you, you go into your self righteous hissy fits and always walk away in a huff." Hermione was about to interrupt but Draco beat her to it by holding his hand out to her in a stopping motion. "Well not this time. This time you get to watch ME walk away from YOU." And with that he gathered his things from the coat rack and slammed the door open walking out.
Hermione stood there before throwing her tea against the wall and went after Draco.
She jumped down the steps two at a time barefoot. She knew that when he got into one of his 'angry' moods he liked to walk fast and far as quick as he could. Cursing that the elevator was broke with every step she jumped from, she quickly made her way down the flight of stairs hoping to catch up to him.
She finally made it down to the first floor only to see his platinum blond hair walk out through the side door.
Jumping the last 3 steps she cursed loudly as she landed awkwardly on her ankle. She fell to the ground in a crumpled heap of limbs before getting back up again and running after him. She turned to the left then to the right not knowing which way to go. Taking a deep breath she went to the right, that lead her to the main street. She ran or well ran as best as she could with her ankle bothering her towards the club she came from.
Her feet were bare and her ankle was sore but she ran on hoping to catch up with him. After 20 minutes of searching she leaned against a building catching her breath. Tears were forming in her eyes again but this time she didn't try to hold them back. Limping her way back to her apartment she wrapped her arms around her body trying to regain some semblance of warmth. With tears running down her face and ruining her mascara she wiped angrily at her eyes.
"Stupid Hermione...stupid stupid stupid!' she scolded herself. She didn't mean to hurt him. She never meant too. With Christmas looming ahead and the bet's deadline nearly up, she went in self defense mood. For the past 3 months she acted just how she did in Hogwarts. Always giving Draco the cold shoulder. Always bickering with him. But through it all he saw through it and still treated her kindly. She just didn't want to accept the fact that he would actually keep his end of the bet. Sniffling as she made her way to her apartment building, she unwrapped her arms from her torso to search her pockets for her keys. Realizing she left them on the coffee table she let out a groan of defeat and started to cry harder as she slid down the brick wall.
"Granger...?" A tentative voice asked.
Looking up she saw Draco standing towards her left with a concerned expression on his face.
"Granger... what the bloody hell are you doing out here with no coat and gloves on...and what the hell is this! You're not wearing any shoes! Are you trying to make yourself sick!" Draco started to reprimand her as he made his way to where she was but when he saw her tear stained face and her shivering body his expression softened a bit.
"Hermione what are you doing out here like this?" he asked softly.
She kept her head bowed down while responding. "I decided to take a little stroll... that's all. What are you doing back here?"
"You always were a terrible liar you know that." He responded while bending down to lift her up but stopped when she yelped when she put weight on her ankle.
"What did you do to yourself!!" He said while looking her over with a shocked expression on his face." You're freezing cold and you're face is a mess!"
And that's all it took to destroy Hermione's strong front she was trying to put on for Draco. She collapsed in his arms a tearful, shivering mess.
And that's when it all came out in a big jumble of strewn together words.
"YouleftandhiccupandididntwantthingstohiccupendthewaytheydidandIdidntwan tyoutohatehiccupme." She started but Draco wrapped his arms and his coat around her holding her close against his chest making shushing noises in the back of his throat. When most of the hiccups finally died down and her breathing turned somewhat normal from the gentle rocking she took a deep breathe and looked up at Draco.
"I didn't want things to end the way they did." She started in a small voice.
"So you decide to come running after me barefooted with a sprained ankle on one of the most coldest nights of the year so far?" he replied trying to lighten the situation.
She sniffled then mumbled in response, "It wasn't sprained when I first landed on it."
"Granger I thought you had more common sense then that." He said smiling down at her while rubbing his hands up and down her arms. "You're still freezing and its 3 in the morning. Lets go back inside and talk about this."
"We cant."
"Why cant we?"
"Because I left the key on my coffee table inside."
"Lucky for you I have my wand." And with that, he said the incantation which unlocked the door and lead them inside.
"I take it the elevator's still broken?" He joked with her smiling gently.
She gave him a small smile in return.
"Come here Granger, you're not walking anywhere on that ankle, and with that he lifted her once again in his arms and he made the hike up to the 10th floor.
It was around 3:45 when they finally get settled back into Hermione's apartment. He put on a fresh pot of water and retrieved blankets from her bedroom, (after her demands that he not go in there went unheard). He retrieved an ice pack from her freezer and put it on her swollen ankle.
"Well it doesn't look broken. I think its just a mild sprain. If you want, I could try doing a healing spell but I must warn you, they're not exactly my forte."
"No thank-you Draco. It should be fine in the morning." Hermione responded.
"You called me Draco." He said, looking at her.
"You called me Hermione." She reminded him.
"Why did you chase after me Gra...Hermione?" he almost let it slip and since they were now on first name basis he figured he might as well NOT ruin it.
Taking a deep breathe and a huge gulp of tea she started. "Malfoy...Draco, it was 10 years ago we made that bet. A lot of things have happened in the past 10 years and I...I just didn't think you would honestly keep it. I mean come on Draco, look at me. I'm not exactly your type."
Draco narrowed his eyes at her." What do you mean not my type. You haven't given me a chance to know what my type is."
"Draco don't get angry at me! Every time I see you, you're always with a different witch, someone prettier then the next. Always someone richer and better. And then you come up to me in September reminding me of the bet. The bet that I thought until that moment was non-existent between us!" Hermione said self consciously.
Draco stood up angrily. "So this whole time you've been avoiding me because for some strange reason you got it through your thick head that your not good enough for me!?"
"In a nutshell, yes."
"Hermione!" he sat back down again closer to her so he was gripping her shoulders. "Hermione, look at me. Look at me long and hard. What do you see."
Hermione looked at him, she started from his manicured hands without a speck of dirt underneath his fingernails. Then up towards his chest where he was breathing heavily. She worked his way to his strong chin that stood out proudly. Then to his jaw which was clenching and unclenching sporadically. She worked her way to his nose, his perfect strong nose that lead to his perfect high sculptured cheekbones. Then from his cheekbones were his eyes. So stormy and gray, then she drifted from his eyes to his strikingly beautiful hair that she could only imagine was as soft and feathery as it looked. And she finally made her way to his lips. They were pink and shaped like cupids bow and it took all her willpower not to touch them.
She started to speak but Draco interrupted her." Hermione, tell me what you see."
"I see you Draco, I see you." And with that she leaned placing her hand on his perfectly sculpted cheekbone running her thumb from side to side trailing down to his lips where she ran her thumb against them. Draco grabbed her hand and placed it on his neck and he leaned over and kissed her gently on her own lips.
It was sweet and perfect and it was everything they both wanted it to be. As Hermione leaned back in the couch bringing Draco with her she ran her hands through his hair letting them curl at the nape of his neck. His hands were on her hips as he made circle motions into her hipbones. His mouth worked hungrily against hers as the intensity of their kissing increased. They broke away for air at the same time, both looking deep within eachothers eyes. She planted tiny kisses on his forehead as he started to suckle on the junction of her neck. She moaned softly into his hair when he started to nibble on her skin there.
He was resting in between her thighs as her legs were running leisurely up and down his sides. He grinded his hips into hers which produced a low raspy moan to emit from Hermione's throat. Catching a hold of her raging hormones at the moment she whispered into his ear, "As much as I would love to continue doing what were doing at the moment, We cant go much further then this."
"Why's that?" He asked softly into her ear as he was softly nipping the lobe.
"Because I don't want tomorrow to happen just yet." She said while nuzzling his neck with her nose.
"Tomorrow doesn't have to happen then." He whispered as he greedily placed his lips upon her.
Well what do you think! This isn't the whole story! Rest assured. Inspiration struck for me to write the chapters in a very strange way. Oh rest assured they will be easy to follow. But think of this as a prologue of sorts. As in the opening paragraph above feel free to offer any review may it be constructive, destructive or just plain nice. I'm posting this tonight and I'm not even going to look through for grammatical errors. I hope you enjoy reading the first chapter and I'll try getting the second one out ASAP! Thank you!