Author's Notes: I am very sorry that you readers haven't been able to see
the next chapter up. I apologize. School and synchronized swimming has been
so hectic for me! I hope that everyone has some nice reviews for me at the
end of this chapter and I will try my hardest not to make this chapter as
short as my other chapters. I thank every single one of my reviews and
readers for (hopefully) not giving up on my or my story. I dedicate this
story to my trio partners and boyfriend: Jessica and Alexandra, and Jake -
I love you! Thanks again!
-Hali
Chapter 5: Conversations
Kidnapped
"Oh, so now Hermione is the queen bee, bossing me around in my own house. I don't appreciate that kind of behavior from my guests." Malfoy said
"More like hostage! Just be quit and talk to me; besides you are wasting your own time and I won't hear anymore of it!" she shot back.
After she was finished with her little tryst, they both, shocked and a little bemused, realized that Draco had called her 'Hermione'. She liked the way it rolled off his tongue, so elegant, and almost sweet and innocent it sounded coming from his lips. "No," she thought, "This can't work out."
"Yes it can." Draco whispered.
"What the hell just happened? It is like you read my mind, but how can you? It isn't a common gift that many a wizard has. The only wizard that I know of who can read minds, is Dumbledore."
"I have been meaning to tell you and my mother about my mind reading abilities. I decided I shouldn't tell my father, because after all he is Lucius Malfoy, and knowing him, being his son and all, he would probably use my talent as some way to get back at one of his many enemies. I knew about everything in 4th year and only Dumbledore and Professor Snape know about it. I never meant for you to find out about it in such an abrupt manner and for that, I'm sorry. There are some conditions in which I have to follow to be able to hear your thoughts. I have to be within 10 feet of you and be wanting to listen in on your mind."
She couldn't believe her ears. He was only trying to trick her again. But he wouldn't if he loved her like she thought he did. He wouldn't if he had just responded to her private thought. She needed time to let everything sink in.
He started in again. "I didn't mean to dump such a heavy load of information and secrets on your shoulders; it must feel like a bowling ball, not to mention the shock of you being here."
After a few moments of almost unbearable silence, he said, "Please say something."
"There are no words in my mind at this moment. I'm trying so hard to believe you and process everything that you're saying but it's so hard. I only know you as the ungrateful, unappreciative, cold, rude, Draco Malfoy. I am speechless, and don't know what to say regarding your secrets. I can't understand your logic reasoning for telling me all of this at one time. Are you trying to get me to pity you? Don't let be the reason, but I cannot, for Merlin's sake, comprehend your thinking. Maybe I shouldn't be trying to."
With Hermione's last words hanging in the thick tension between them, the words stung Draco like a cold glass of water poured over his head. She looked up at him with tears flowing down her cheeks. They felt hot to the touch. All she could think of was Draco. Draco was surprise - he didn't see that Hermione cried often, if ever.
"It's okay. Will you tell me why you are crying, or what I can do to help?" Draco coaxed.
He went over to the couch to sit down and comfort her. When he sat down, she pulled away with hesitation. She moved to the opposite end of the couch, away from Malfoy. He stayed where he was, watching her cry.
Hermione realized that Draco wasn't trying to take advantage of her, only be supportive. She knew Harry wouldn't like it, either would anyone else in the magical world, but she couldn't resist him. She needed to be held in his arms to be saved. Meanwhile, Draco was listening intently on her thoughts, only hoping she would give him some clue of what was going on in her world. She looked up and he smiled gently, as she laid her head on his lap. He gently placed his hands on her back, and began rubbing. She needed to relax and breathe. He never realized how right, how perfect she fit on his lap, her head finding the perfect spot. Draco kept running his finger over her back for about twenty minutes. She was asleep, and Malfoy was watching her gentle breathing, the way her curly chestnut locks fell over her shoulders, it was all so very delicate and fragile. As was her lifeline, on which she clung to desperately. He realized that they couldn't stay out here all night, and his leg was falling asleep, feeling needles begin to work their way up his thigh. He gently slid out from underneath of her, careful not to wake her, and picked her up, newlywed style. He carried her up to her room and gently tucked her underneath the covers. She looked so peaceful. He left the room and went into his own, master bedroom, and went to bed dreaming about a certain someone.
In the morning he awoke to an owl nipping at his wrist. He quickly slapped the air, trying to open his eyes to the glaring yellow warmth emanating from the window. He reached over to his nightstand, to give the charcoal gray owl his pay. "Leave the paper on the bed." He said groggily.
Draco shoved off the covers, knowing he should have been up a half hour ago. It was now 7:30 A.M. It was time for a hot shower. Opening the door, he soon realized he made a mistake. There, halfway naked, stood a very attractive Hermione, jaw almost on the floor.
"Draco, what is this? Get out, get out now!" she hissed. Her towel has dropped past her breasts as she was brushing the knots out of he hair. He quickly slammed the door shut, knowing that she would be really angry with him. But that was an understatement. She quickly put down the brush and rewrapped the towel, securely, around her. Thank god she thought. He reentered the room, knowing the towel was now wrapped around her. He looked into her eyes, and saw so much love and compassion and warmth. She saw and icy wall, slowly melting beneath the heat, possibly from being 3 inches away from each other. Before either of them reacted or pulled away, their lips found each other's.
-Hali
Chapter 5: Conversations
Kidnapped
"Oh, so now Hermione is the queen bee, bossing me around in my own house. I don't appreciate that kind of behavior from my guests." Malfoy said
"More like hostage! Just be quit and talk to me; besides you are wasting your own time and I won't hear anymore of it!" she shot back.
After she was finished with her little tryst, they both, shocked and a little bemused, realized that Draco had called her 'Hermione'. She liked the way it rolled off his tongue, so elegant, and almost sweet and innocent it sounded coming from his lips. "No," she thought, "This can't work out."
"Yes it can." Draco whispered.
"What the hell just happened? It is like you read my mind, but how can you? It isn't a common gift that many a wizard has. The only wizard that I know of who can read minds, is Dumbledore."
"I have been meaning to tell you and my mother about my mind reading abilities. I decided I shouldn't tell my father, because after all he is Lucius Malfoy, and knowing him, being his son and all, he would probably use my talent as some way to get back at one of his many enemies. I knew about everything in 4th year and only Dumbledore and Professor Snape know about it. I never meant for you to find out about it in such an abrupt manner and for that, I'm sorry. There are some conditions in which I have to follow to be able to hear your thoughts. I have to be within 10 feet of you and be wanting to listen in on your mind."
She couldn't believe her ears. He was only trying to trick her again. But he wouldn't if he loved her like she thought he did. He wouldn't if he had just responded to her private thought. She needed time to let everything sink in.
He started in again. "I didn't mean to dump such a heavy load of information and secrets on your shoulders; it must feel like a bowling ball, not to mention the shock of you being here."
After a few moments of almost unbearable silence, he said, "Please say something."
"There are no words in my mind at this moment. I'm trying so hard to believe you and process everything that you're saying but it's so hard. I only know you as the ungrateful, unappreciative, cold, rude, Draco Malfoy. I am speechless, and don't know what to say regarding your secrets. I can't understand your logic reasoning for telling me all of this at one time. Are you trying to get me to pity you? Don't let be the reason, but I cannot, for Merlin's sake, comprehend your thinking. Maybe I shouldn't be trying to."
With Hermione's last words hanging in the thick tension between them, the words stung Draco like a cold glass of water poured over his head. She looked up at him with tears flowing down her cheeks. They felt hot to the touch. All she could think of was Draco. Draco was surprise - he didn't see that Hermione cried often, if ever.
"It's okay. Will you tell me why you are crying, or what I can do to help?" Draco coaxed.
He went over to the couch to sit down and comfort her. When he sat down, she pulled away with hesitation. She moved to the opposite end of the couch, away from Malfoy. He stayed where he was, watching her cry.
Hermione realized that Draco wasn't trying to take advantage of her, only be supportive. She knew Harry wouldn't like it, either would anyone else in the magical world, but she couldn't resist him. She needed to be held in his arms to be saved. Meanwhile, Draco was listening intently on her thoughts, only hoping she would give him some clue of what was going on in her world. She looked up and he smiled gently, as she laid her head on his lap. He gently placed his hands on her back, and began rubbing. She needed to relax and breathe. He never realized how right, how perfect she fit on his lap, her head finding the perfect spot. Draco kept running his finger over her back for about twenty minutes. She was asleep, and Malfoy was watching her gentle breathing, the way her curly chestnut locks fell over her shoulders, it was all so very delicate and fragile. As was her lifeline, on which she clung to desperately. He realized that they couldn't stay out here all night, and his leg was falling asleep, feeling needles begin to work their way up his thigh. He gently slid out from underneath of her, careful not to wake her, and picked her up, newlywed style. He carried her up to her room and gently tucked her underneath the covers. She looked so peaceful. He left the room and went into his own, master bedroom, and went to bed dreaming about a certain someone.
In the morning he awoke to an owl nipping at his wrist. He quickly slapped the air, trying to open his eyes to the glaring yellow warmth emanating from the window. He reached over to his nightstand, to give the charcoal gray owl his pay. "Leave the paper on the bed." He said groggily.
Draco shoved off the covers, knowing he should have been up a half hour ago. It was now 7:30 A.M. It was time for a hot shower. Opening the door, he soon realized he made a mistake. There, halfway naked, stood a very attractive Hermione, jaw almost on the floor.
"Draco, what is this? Get out, get out now!" she hissed. Her towel has dropped past her breasts as she was brushing the knots out of he hair. He quickly slammed the door shut, knowing that she would be really angry with him. But that was an understatement. She quickly put down the brush and rewrapped the towel, securely, around her. Thank god she thought. He reentered the room, knowing the towel was now wrapped around her. He looked into her eyes, and saw so much love and compassion and warmth. She saw and icy wall, slowly melting beneath the heat, possibly from being 3 inches away from each other. Before either of them reacted or pulled away, their lips found each other's.