Authors Notes:
This was my first serious attempt at fanfiction of any kind, therefore it is a little shaky. Mucho love to my wonderful beta, Chrissy. Much angsty inspiration from Linkin Park of all bands.
I never thought I would put Draco and Hermione together...but...
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For a little while they sat in complete silence. Draco watched her from his seat, she slept eventually and he continued to watch. Why do I care what happens to her? he thought. What's going to happen to me? How am I going to get her home?
Gradually, Draco became tired. He stood up and wandered around the room, trying to keep himself awake. He went to the bathroom, catching a glimpse of himself in the large gothic mirror. His long white hair was falling out of its loose pony tail, his eyes had faint purple lines underneath them; his body was tired.
Draco walked back to his bed and stood at the foot, staring at Hermione. You could always sleep in the spare room...his conscience told him. No, what if she wakes up and needs someone? What if she goes wandering about the house and Mador sees her, he'll tell Father for sure.
There was only one answer in Draco's mind, and he couldn't push it away. His heart was racing, he felt like he was walking out onto the Quidditch pitch. What if she wakes up first? She'll scream...just sleep in the chair! But Draco ignored his conscience; the dark, greedy side of him came out, like a whisper in a lover's ear and he felt a keen thrill rush through him. He walked over to the empty side of the bed...his hands were trembling, his heart felt like it had swelled to twice its normal size...he pulled back his dark covers carefully and slipped under them and into his bed, next to Hermione.
She didn't move, but slept on. Draco suddenly felt more awake than he had even been in his life but he didn't get out of the bed. He propped himself up casually instead, and leant slightly over her to blow out the candles. It was dark suddenly and Draco smelt the smoke of the candles, rising into the air around him. He sank back down under the covers, trying to make himself comfortable, but all the while paying close attention as not to disturb Hermione. Just touch her...the little voice cooed. Draco scrunched his face up at the thought, why was he thinking like this, about Hermione? It must just be that she's female. He'd be acting like this to any girl that was in his bed.
For a while he lay there on his back, silent, thinking, fighting with all his emotions. Unconsciously he rolled over onto his side, forgetting for a split second that he was sharing his bed. Hermione seemed to register him being there, because she too turned, now she was curled up, facing him. Draco let a tiny gasp of surprise escape his lips. He didn't know what he was doing anymore. His mind was a blur of insane, insane thoughts. Then, as if someone had performed a memory charm, his mind went blank. His arm stretched out, his hand maneuvered underneath Hermione's neck and he pulled her close to him. She in return, still asleep, stretched her arm across him, her head resting on his chest. She held onto him tightly and he let out a long, low breath. He looked down on her face, her long hair tickled his arm. She moved, her face now upturned to him...
Draco hesitated for a second, his primal mind was overriding his higher brain, his fears were being blindly ignored. He bent his neck and pushed her chin up with his hand. He laid his lips upon hers, kissing her gently. His mind was racing now, rushing to consequences that would soon come up to meet him, should she awake. Before he could pull away, he felt something that made him open his eyes in shock. Hermione was kissing him back. Strongly, without restraint, she was kissing him. Her arms were around his neck now, holding him tightly. What was going on? Why was this happening, why with Hermione?
Draco felt like he was out of his body, like he was dreaming again. But this was a delicious dream, one he didn't want to ever leave. He shut off everything in his mind, everything that was shouting out to him, telling him to stop, to pull away; he put his arms around her waist, and kept kissing her. He heard her make a quiet whimper of pleasure as he pushed her down onto her back and laid his body down on top of hers.
This was my first serious attempt at fanfiction of any kind, therefore it is a little shaky. Mucho love to my wonderful beta, Chrissy. Much angsty inspiration from Linkin Park of all bands.
I never thought I would put Draco and Hermione together...but...
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For a little while they sat in complete silence. Draco watched her from his seat, she slept eventually and he continued to watch. Why do I care what happens to her? he thought. What's going to happen to me? How am I going to get her home?
Gradually, Draco became tired. He stood up and wandered around the room, trying to keep himself awake. He went to the bathroom, catching a glimpse of himself in the large gothic mirror. His long white hair was falling out of its loose pony tail, his eyes had faint purple lines underneath them; his body was tired.
Draco walked back to his bed and stood at the foot, staring at Hermione. You could always sleep in the spare room...his conscience told him. No, what if she wakes up and needs someone? What if she goes wandering about the house and Mador sees her, he'll tell Father for sure.
There was only one answer in Draco's mind, and he couldn't push it away. His heart was racing, he felt like he was walking out onto the Quidditch pitch. What if she wakes up first? She'll scream...just sleep in the chair! But Draco ignored his conscience; the dark, greedy side of him came out, like a whisper in a lover's ear and he felt a keen thrill rush through him. He walked over to the empty side of the bed...his hands were trembling, his heart felt like it had swelled to twice its normal size...he pulled back his dark covers carefully and slipped under them and into his bed, next to Hermione.
She didn't move, but slept on. Draco suddenly felt more awake than he had even been in his life but he didn't get out of the bed. He propped himself up casually instead, and leant slightly over her to blow out the candles. It was dark suddenly and Draco smelt the smoke of the candles, rising into the air around him. He sank back down under the covers, trying to make himself comfortable, but all the while paying close attention as not to disturb Hermione. Just touch her...the little voice cooed. Draco scrunched his face up at the thought, why was he thinking like this, about Hermione? It must just be that she's female. He'd be acting like this to any girl that was in his bed.
For a while he lay there on his back, silent, thinking, fighting with all his emotions. Unconsciously he rolled over onto his side, forgetting for a split second that he was sharing his bed. Hermione seemed to register him being there, because she too turned, now she was curled up, facing him. Draco let a tiny gasp of surprise escape his lips. He didn't know what he was doing anymore. His mind was a blur of insane, insane thoughts. Then, as if someone had performed a memory charm, his mind went blank. His arm stretched out, his hand maneuvered underneath Hermione's neck and he pulled her close to him. She in return, still asleep, stretched her arm across him, her head resting on his chest. She held onto him tightly and he let out a long, low breath. He looked down on her face, her long hair tickled his arm. She moved, her face now upturned to him...
Draco hesitated for a second, his primal mind was overriding his higher brain, his fears were being blindly ignored. He bent his neck and pushed her chin up with his hand. He laid his lips upon hers, kissing her gently. His mind was racing now, rushing to consequences that would soon come up to meet him, should she awake. Before he could pull away, he felt something that made him open his eyes in shock. Hermione was kissing him back. Strongly, without restraint, she was kissing him. Her arms were around his neck now, holding him tightly. What was going on? Why was this happening, why with Hermione?
Draco felt like he was out of his body, like he was dreaming again. But this was a delicious dream, one he didn't want to ever leave. He shut off everything in his mind, everything that was shouting out to him, telling him to stop, to pull away; he put his arms around her waist, and kept kissing her. He heard her make a quiet whimper of pleasure as he pushed her down onto her back and laid his body down on top of hers.