A/N: Okay, to clear some things up on this...
Hermione tied her hair up to keep it from getting dirty, for God's sake. She's not going to get a perfectly good pair of clothes dirty in yet another suicide attempt that she doubted would work anyway...remember that she'd been cutting deeper than that regularly before...but her body wasn't used to it this time so she didn't know it'd kill her.
Also: I'm sorry for confusing you all about the time-turner thing. I was going to make him turn back time BEFORE he went up to the rooms, but logic says that he wouldn't know whether or not Hermione was going to be alright in the first place. And then that threw in the little bug...honestly, at first she was dressed. But I figured that if she was naked it'd give her a valid reason to push Draco, Harry, and Ron into Draco's room...which would mean that they could find the note and everything would be just peachy. NOW do you see why I did some of that? One more thing: The CD player isn't exactly that...just think of it as a magical radio, okay? It's slightly similar to a CD player, so that's what it's going to be called. So there. I apologize for any mix-ups/misunderstandings.
Sorry it's short...I'm trying to work out how I'm going to get the plot back in motion. Last chapter was just for fun, really.
And! On with Chapter 5!
"Pig brain!"
"Ratface!"
"Bitch!"
"Man Whore!"
"Slut!"
"Mother Fucker!"
"HEY! I DON'T FUCK MY MOTHER, THANK YOU!" Draco was indignant. "I'm still a virgin...for your misguided information."
"Well if my information's misguided...then you must not be a virgin!" She stuck her tongue out at him.
Three seconds later, that clicked. "HEY!" He glared as she doubled over laughing.
"Took you long enough!"
"Shut up, Mudblood."
"Make me, Snake."
"I will, Pug-face"
"Bring it, wannabe!"
"It's been brought, mugglelover!" He tackled her and held her down with one hand, tickling her furiously with the other. She shrieked with laughter, squirming desperately to escape. "Hahaha! No one can escape the wrath of DRACO MALFOY! MUWAHAHAHAHA!"
"Wanna BET?!" Hermione squealed with laughter, grabbing his hands and shoving him over backwards with some effort. She pushed him down and held him. Grinning, she repeated his own torture technique on him. "NOW who's the one who can't escape?!"
Draco stared up at her. He caught her eyes, and she stopped, suddenly, lost in his deep gray eyes. He sat up slowly, reaching out and pulling her against him. It crossed Hermione's mind that she should pull back...that she didn't want to waste her first kiss on someone like him...but his lips were already against hers. And she loved it. Her eyes closed, and her hand came up to his cheek. His lips were firm and demanding at first, but- as the kiss progressed- grew gentle and soft. His tongue probed at her lips, and she opened her mouth to his demands. He tasted like...him...there was no other way for her to describe it...an intoxicating blend of addicting tastes that left her light-headed and giddy.
She even tasted like strawberries...Gods, Draco very nearly moaned, She's DELICIOUS! It seemed that his hands were out of his control, and they roamed her body shamelessly and swiftly...had she pulled back, had she stopped, he would have been able to control himself...but she didn't. Instead, she let out a soft, guttural moan that drove him to the brink of insanity. He had to have her...he just had to. Draco tried to pull back, he did. He knew that if he gave in, that if he let his passion consume him, he'd be lost forever to this blonde-haired vixen.
You know what though? At that moment, he didn't care if he lost his life to her. He needed her with every fiber of his being...and likewise, she needed him. They came together that day in ways that neither had ever shared with anyone else...and in that day, two souls were lost to each other for eternity, and the pair knew, even as they came together, that they'd never love another...that they'd never turn away from each other, and- most importantly- that they'd face everything together with all of their strength.
As long as there is life, there is hope.
Hermione tied her hair up to keep it from getting dirty, for God's sake. She's not going to get a perfectly good pair of clothes dirty in yet another suicide attempt that she doubted would work anyway...remember that she'd been cutting deeper than that regularly before...but her body wasn't used to it this time so she didn't know it'd kill her.
Also: I'm sorry for confusing you all about the time-turner thing. I was going to make him turn back time BEFORE he went up to the rooms, but logic says that he wouldn't know whether or not Hermione was going to be alright in the first place. And then that threw in the little bug...honestly, at first she was dressed. But I figured that if she was naked it'd give her a valid reason to push Draco, Harry, and Ron into Draco's room...which would mean that they could find the note and everything would be just peachy. NOW do you see why I did some of that? One more thing: The CD player isn't exactly that...just think of it as a magical radio, okay? It's slightly similar to a CD player, so that's what it's going to be called. So there. I apologize for any mix-ups/misunderstandings.
Sorry it's short...I'm trying to work out how I'm going to get the plot back in motion. Last chapter was just for fun, really.
And! On with Chapter 5!
"Pig brain!"
"Ratface!"
"Bitch!"
"Man Whore!"
"Slut!"
"Mother Fucker!"
"HEY! I DON'T FUCK MY MOTHER, THANK YOU!" Draco was indignant. "I'm still a virgin...for your misguided information."
"Well if my information's misguided...then you must not be a virgin!" She stuck her tongue out at him.
Three seconds later, that clicked. "HEY!" He glared as she doubled over laughing.
"Took you long enough!"
"Shut up, Mudblood."
"Make me, Snake."
"I will, Pug-face"
"Bring it, wannabe!"
"It's been brought, mugglelover!" He tackled her and held her down with one hand, tickling her furiously with the other. She shrieked with laughter, squirming desperately to escape. "Hahaha! No one can escape the wrath of DRACO MALFOY! MUWAHAHAHAHA!"
"Wanna BET?!" Hermione squealed with laughter, grabbing his hands and shoving him over backwards with some effort. She pushed him down and held him. Grinning, she repeated his own torture technique on him. "NOW who's the one who can't escape?!"
Draco stared up at her. He caught her eyes, and she stopped, suddenly, lost in his deep gray eyes. He sat up slowly, reaching out and pulling her against him. It crossed Hermione's mind that she should pull back...that she didn't want to waste her first kiss on someone like him...but his lips were already against hers. And she loved it. Her eyes closed, and her hand came up to his cheek. His lips were firm and demanding at first, but- as the kiss progressed- grew gentle and soft. His tongue probed at her lips, and she opened her mouth to his demands. He tasted like...him...there was no other way for her to describe it...an intoxicating blend of addicting tastes that left her light-headed and giddy.
She even tasted like strawberries...Gods, Draco very nearly moaned, She's DELICIOUS! It seemed that his hands were out of his control, and they roamed her body shamelessly and swiftly...had she pulled back, had she stopped, he would have been able to control himself...but she didn't. Instead, she let out a soft, guttural moan that drove him to the brink of insanity. He had to have her...he just had to. Draco tried to pull back, he did. He knew that if he gave in, that if he let his passion consume him, he'd be lost forever to this blonde-haired vixen.
You know what though? At that moment, he didn't care if he lost his life to her. He needed her with every fiber of his being...and likewise, she needed him. They came together that day in ways that neither had ever shared with anyone else...and in that day, two souls were lost to each other for eternity, and the pair knew, even as they came together, that they'd never love another...that they'd never turn away from each other, and- most importantly- that they'd face everything together with all of their strength.
As long as there is life, there is hope.