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I tried something new this chapter. I did some of it in third person. Yay for trying new things!
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"Wh-What?" I stammer. The twins are too much. I can feel my cheeks burning, and I know I'm blushing.
"Fred, George! Quit harassing Hermione," Ron snaps. He doesn't look like he's in a great mood.
Harry only chuckled. When the twins are involved, Harry finds just about everything hilarious. It must be the way they talk or something.
George held is hands in the air and shook his head. "Hey, only repeating what I heard!" It sounded like Fred though. Was it Fred? I have still failed on finding a difference between the two. Perhaps they should were little numbers on their forehead.. Twin one and Twin two.
"Yeah, the painting was just ranting about it! We had to cover our ears to make it stop!" The other red headed twin replied.
"The painting was mistaken," My voice squeaked out.
"Does Hermione have a Seeeeecret?" Said George in a sing song voice.
"Seeeeecret, she's gotta, Seeeecret," Sang Fred in reply.
"Would you stop?" Ron said in an annoyed voice.
"Really," I said in a neutral tone.
"Oy! Why is little, darling Hermione blushing? Is it true?" Mocked one of the twins. "I can see them snoging each other. What does Malfoy's saliva taste like?"
"That's enough!" Ron said throwing a muffin at one of the twins. "You're going to make me lose my breakfast! You two are disgusting!"
I couldn't help, but feel a little hurt. Would a relationship between Draco and I be disgusting in his eyes?
Both the twins snickered and turned towards Ron. "You know George I thought Ron would act that way,"
"Yes, Fred, but did you expect him to be so cranky?"
"Why no I did not. Is something bothering our ickle Ronniekins?" George leaned over and pinched his cheek.
"He's been moody all week," Said a voice from behind. It was Ginny. She let out a long yawn and pointed to my seat. "Mind if I take your place, 'Mione? I'm starved,"
"Sure!" I said standing up. My cheeks still burned even as I walked to class.
o- O -o 3rd person POV o- O -o
Through out the whole day Hermione couldn't help, but stare at Draco slightly. It would have been embarrassing if he would have met her eye, but on most occasions he seemed to be sleeping.
Hermione regretted not taking him to the hospital wing. It would have been best if she did. He would have at least gotten to sleep all of today.
Little did Hermione know Draco also couldn't keep his gaze off Hermione. That was when he was awake. It was a strange sleep. Almost as if he was in class, and he thought he was awake, but he'd open his eyes to a different class and a different student poking his shoulder saying "Wake up,"
Of course he had a hard time reacting to this. One second he thought he was in charms and then he would open his eyes to see he was really in Herbology.
And now he was in the Slytherin common room starring at a book. It was really for Arithmancy, but the words were all very complex in his eyes.
"And so I told her that she should really quit being a pompous cow!" Rang the voice of annoyance.
"Uh?" Draco said looking up. Pansy was look back at him.
"Argh!" She huffed. "Weren't you listening!?!"
"Well.. no.. you were kinda droning on and talking fast.." Draco began. What was the last thing he remembered? Coming in and sitting down. He didn't even remember Pansy beginning to talk to him!
That fact was a complex enigma for Draco. The fact that Pansy could hold a whole conversation with herself and not even notice the fact he wasn't awake to hear it.
A giant 'thud' from the side of his head made Draco pay attention. "What?" He asked.
"Do did it again! You've ignored me TWICE!" She was going to blow up. He could see it now.
"What's that? Oh, I must be going, Goyle something.. yeah," Draco stood up and ran for the door. "Um bye!" He shut the portal door behind him.
'she was yelling at you. What's wrong with you? What's wrong with her?" Draco thought to himself. Usually when it came to Pansy it was all bragging and worshipping. The worshipping was done on her part. What was going to become of him?
More importantly what was going to become of his Arithmancy grade?
'Bet Know-it-all-Granger would have that answer to that.' Draco thought to himself. 'Perhaps I should go see her, but only for Arithmancy. It's not like I miss her or anything. Or do I?' Draco then got into an other argument with himself. Right or Wrong? Black or White? Well there was a gray. Perhaps there is a wrong right or a right wrong? Or perhaps maybe he should seek the help of Loony Lovegod! This was insane!
Draco spent his whole way there arguing with himself. He was two hallways down to Granger's dorm, when he heard something behind him. He turned around swiftly. Nothing.
He looked around again, but still couldn't see anyone. As he turned around and took two steps he heard it again and stopped. He looked over his shoulder again. He had the feeling he was being followed.
"Hello?"
Silence.
"Is anyone there?"
Silence.
Perhaps it wasn't best to be heading to Granger's dorm while he was being stalked. Where else could he go that was near by? Draco turned a few sharp lefts and rights and soon found the library. There. He had a right to be there. Now what the hell would he be doing there? He began to browse the shelves and pulled out a book with the title "The art of Forbidden Love"
Draco made a disgusted face. "Gross," He muttered and put it back. He pulled out a different book and read a little from the inside.
"He would never know true love, because of his childhood teachings." Draco raised an eyebrow and put the book back. This was getting kind of creepy. He suddenly got an idea.
Draco walked to a shelf far away from the one he was at as he opened the book he read, "While being in her arms, the usually restless patient will find peace, and sleep very often."
Damn it! Leave it to the library to be a place to haunt him about Hermione. These books probably liked her more than Harry or Ron did.
Draco stormed out and headed down a random hallway. He quickly changed direction and headed to a new destination.
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"What's bothering little ickle Ronnie? You can tell us," One of the Weasley twins mocked very dearly.
Hermione starred around her common room. She never realized how boring it was, then again she didn't have a book to entertain her. The people alone in the common room were very dull. Without the Weasley twins she was sure the whole place would have turned into a environment so boring she'd lose her mind.
And after working so hard to learn almost anything she could get her hands on, that's a lot to lose. She looked up at the clock. It was time for her to be heading to bed. "It's getting late," Hermione began slowly.
"Going to bed already?" Ginny asked curiously. "But it's so soon,"
Harry chuckled softly. "You know how Hermione is, Gin. When it's bedtime, It's bedtime, no ifs, ands, or buts,"
Hermione just smiled at Harry and stood up. "Goodnight,"
"Night," Chorused several different voices, and soon Hermione was on her way down the hall.
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After walking down the halls, sitting in the common room, trying to sleep in his dorm, and mocking Hufflepuffs Draco still found himself bored and longing to be with a certain someone. What angered him the most that it had to be Filthy mudblood Granger he wanted to be with. 'But is really isn't filthy to you is she, Draco?' cooed a little voice in his head.
He headed down the hall to her bedroom, yet again. He checked many times for any sounds behind him, but had a feeling he wasn't being followed. As he entered Hermione's dorm he wasn't sure what to do exactly.
He knocked on the door. Silence. She must be out then?
Draco shrugged and tried to open the door. It was locked of course.
Now, being raised the way he was Draco though nothing of breaking into an other person's dorm. Why should he? What's theirs is his, and what's his is his. ((AN: Did that make ANY sense?))
He cast a few simple spells and with in seconds the door opened to him. He smirked, obviously proud of getting his way, and entered the bedroom. He hit the door to shut it, but it didn't completely close. He didn't notice and looked around.
Should have know Granger would be a neat freak. The place was spotless.
Draco looked through a few of her things. He read some letters from her parents, but after awhile he decided her family must be the most boring people on earth, he sat the letters down.
Draco continued looking around the place. What a Dull person she was! Didn't have anything exciting at all!
Draco threw himself onto her bed and looked at the ceiling. When was she going to get back? What was he going to say when she came? Well, there was that Arithmancy class he wasn't understanding, but would she believe him if he didn't have any books or materials for the subject?
Draco frowned at the thought, and looked over at her bookcase. She seemed to have a book on every subject. He'd just say he figured she had the books.
He chuckled to himself. Yes, that would work perfectly.
The cleanliness of the room still boggled Draco. She had to have something out of place... He sat up on the bed and began to look around. Books on bookshelf, boring. Papers in a neat pile on desk, boring. Silky lace panties hidden under the dresser, boring.
Draco suddenly perked with interest. What would innocent little Granger be doing with that in her bedroom? He ought to check it out, for curiosity's sake of course. Not like he was a pervert or anything. ((AN: Sure we believe you... ))
Draco slowly got off the bed and walked up to the dresser, he bent down and picked up the lovely silky thing. It was black silk with a lace boarder. Draco smirked at it and wondered if all of her underwear was like it. He tucked it casually into his pocket and went back to the bed. Draco felt slightly guilty and sick for taking something as personal as Hermione's panties, but then remembered his rule to life.
Want. Take. Have.
Draco jumped at the sound of mewing beside him. He bent over and tried to move the fluffy orange cat. It was a lot heavier than he thought it would be.
"Has Hermione been feeding you chocolate frogs?" He asked with a smirk on his face as he placed the cat further away from him. Crookshanks had a mind of his own and moved back to where he please, making Draco let out a tired sigh.
As he lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling Draco found himself sleepy again. He let out a loud yawn and stretched.
He rolled over and knew no more.
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Hermione had been stopped several times in the hall. Two Gryffindors were misbehaving and a Ravenclaw wanted help with his homework. Hermione loved helping people and being in charge, yet sometimes she couldn't help but want everyone to go away and leave her in peace.
As she neared her dorm she let out a sigh of relief.
She was finally going to get some alone time and get some sleep. As she walked up to the door, she found it slightly open and unlocked. This scared her. Many thoughts went through her head.
'What if someone broke in and took my finished reports?'
'Maybe they trashed my room!'
'Are they still in there?'
'What about Crookshanks!?!'
At the thought of her precious cat, Hermione quickly opened the door to see Draco lying on his back on her bed. Hermione couldn't help, but sigh in relief. As she shut the door quietly behind her Draco jumped and sat up.
They stared at each other for an awkward moment. Then both of them looked away.
"I'm here for Arithmancy," Draco said very stoutly. He wanted to prove to her he didn't care about her or miss her. She had a big head already. No literally of course.
"What about Arithmany?" Hermione took a few steps closer to the bed and sat on the edge of it.
"I don't understand it?" It was meant to be a statement, but turned out sounding like a confused question.
Hermione tried very hard not to chuckle at him. He looked very confused, yet somehow happy in an impish way.
"What part don't you understand?" Hermione asked lifting a brow at him.
"Uhh.." Draco began while he fidgeted with his hands. His brain was starting to go off at him. 'What! Didn't we plan this out already moron! You sound dumber than Crabbe and Goyle. She's never going to believe you now you idiot' A nasty little voice in his head also hissed at him. ' Your punishment for thinking those nice thoughts about that mudblood. The Great Dark Lord would be ashamed of you!'
Hermione's face looked worried when Draco looked back up. She had noticed his argument with himself, Draco was sure off it.
Draco felt his cheeks begin to burn as he looked the other way. "Well.." What was her question again?
His burning cheeks were cooled down by a soft, yet slightly cold hand resting gently on his cheek.. Draco turned his gaze to her. What was it he said to her this morning? "I'll be seeing you," The words echoed through his head. Great. She knew he wasn't telling the truth. Due to the fact he already told her he'd be there! Argh! But he really did need some sort of help with Arithmancy....
To Draco's disappointment she removed her hand from his cheek. With both her hands she rolled back the sleeves of his robe and shirt. She ran her fingers gently over his scars, and Draco really liked the feeling, but having his scars exposed was similar to being naked almost. He lifted up his hand and pulled her into a hug.
Hermione looked up at him, and smiled. Draco leaned over to kiss her.
The kiss was very soft and gentle, surprisingly. Draco obviously knew what he was doing, and did it quite well. Hermione however really didn't have much experience on the matter and was very limp and confused. Draco didn't seem to care as he moved his lips over hers perfectly. Sometimes gently nibbling on the bottom one.
It was on of those kisses that seems to last thousands of years, yet when you pull apart you realize it was only a second, and you crave for more.
Just as Hermione was about to lean up and kiss him again, there was a loud knocking on the door.
"ROOM CHECK!" Cried two familiar voices happily through the door.
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My eyes went wide at the door. Who the hell was going to bother Hermione this time of night?! Can't they see it's very rude?
Hermione was suddenly pinching my ear and pointed under the bed. She wasn't serious was she?
After she kicked me fairly hard, I had no choice, but to obey.
Once I was under the bed, Hermione got up and walked to the door, however, before she reached it, the door swung open.
You must remember, I'm under a bed at this point. I have no idea as to who is walking into her bedroom, but I can see two very similar pairs of feet.
"May I help you?" Hermione sounded more than angry. I felt a slight pity for whoever came into the room to bug her.
And yes I can feel pity! I do really hate how you people accuse me of being a heartless bastard. Wait, on second thought, yes I am a heartless bastard. That's not the point however. No man on this earth should have to face the wrath of an angered woman. Especially, one who knows as many hexes as Hermione does.
"We came to warn you," Said a voice dramatically. Sounded a lot like Ron, only slightly more impish.
"We felt it was our duty," The second voice chirruped in. My guess it was the Weasley twins now. They were the only two people on this earth who had nearly the same mind. Then again with the Weasley's budget they probably couldn't afford a separate mind for each twin.
"What are you doing?" Hermione sounded like she was about to pop a vein. Her voice was really strained, as if she was holding back a punch. Just do it, Hermione, being under her bed wasn't too comfortable.
"We were walking down the hall today,"
"We saw a certain someone walking near your little dorm"
"We're deeply concerned. Perhaps the painting wasn't all wrong,"
"Mister Malfoy is indeed stalking you my dear,"
"We, The Weasley Twins, shall defend you against his sliminess," SLIMINESS?!?! I'm going to kill them with my bare hands. No magic needed.
I was going to move, but Hermione stamped her foot a little too near where my fingers are. How did she know I was thinking of moving?
"You can leave now, if you're done being morons," Hermione snapped at the twins. I had a hard time keeping still. I really wanted to get out from under the bed, and strangle them. How dare they insult me.
Hermione must know me better than I thought. She then stamped on my fingers. I pulled them towards myself and glared at her feet.
"We aren't being morons,"
"He may be in this room right now, would you like us to check?"
"If you start snooping through my things I will set you both on fire," Yeah, she probably would, with her eyes. I could feel the glares, even when I was on the floor.
The two twins snickered. They were obviously enjoying themselves. "Geese, George, should we listen?"
"I don't know, Fred. Perhaps we should. She sounds serious,"
"Out." Hermione said flatly.
"Yes Fred. I believe we shall listen. Between her and Ron, one of these days our head, WILL be bitten off. Literally,"
"Good Evening Miss Granger," They were still playing some weird game of some sort.
"Yes, Chow"
"Chow? Dear Fred, we aren't Italian,"
"It must be so George,"
"OUT!" Screamed Hermione.
"See ya," And a door slammed behind them. I pulled myself from under the bed. Hermione was leaned up against the door.
"What was that all about?" I tried to ask gingerly. She may set me on fire, if she finds it necessary.
"I don't know, but their up to something," Great. Now she'll be in a bad mood for the rest of the night. Thank you dear twins. The only person I like in my life right now, and they've pissed her off.
Before the mind battles could begin she sat down beside me on the floor. We sat there quietly for about ten minutes. Then she turned to looked at me. "Want to get some sleep now?"
Hell yes! I seemed to have forgotten that she meant literal sleep. As in I had to leave. She kicked me out of her room!
Bitch.
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Well... I tried to make this chapter longer, after I wrote the shorter one. I add some new stuff to the chapter. This was going to be part of a different chapter, but I needed it here. So there.
There was a hidden Cat in the Hat joke in there. ((Really lame one though)) When Hermione called the twins Twin one and Twin two. It's a reference to thing one and thing two. If you caught on to that, good for you! If you didn't, Now you know!
Now before anyone starts on the panties deal there is a reason it's in the story. Basically I was saying ((Through subliminal messages)) that a person isn't always as they seem. Hermione seems bookish and boring, yet she's probably got a sexy wild side to her. Notice it happened after he said she was boring? I know most of you probably noticed, but just so I don't get asked. As for why he took them, I thought it would be funny. I'm a kinky little freak like that.
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AN: Thank you reviewers! You make so very very very very happy! X D I never dreamed of getting 21 reviews! You guys rock.
I tried something new this chapter. I did some of it in third person. Yay for trying new things!
WolfKyr: Thank you for your help! I'm a terrible speller. I had a feeling something was wrong with that paragraph, but I couldn't tell what. I tried to fix it, but who knows if I did it right. Hope I did. Any way.. Thank you very much! You helped me out a lot!
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"Wh-What?" I stammer. The twins are too much. I can feel my cheeks burning, and I know I'm blushing.
"Fred, George! Quit harassing Hermione," Ron snaps. He doesn't look like he's in a great mood.
Harry only chuckled. When the twins are involved, Harry finds just about everything hilarious. It must be the way they talk or something.
George held is hands in the air and shook his head. "Hey, only repeating what I heard!" It sounded like Fred though. Was it Fred? I have still failed on finding a difference between the two. Perhaps they should were little numbers on their forehead.. Twin one and Twin two.
"Yeah, the painting was just ranting about it! We had to cover our ears to make it stop!" The other red headed twin replied.
"The painting was mistaken," My voice squeaked out.
"Does Hermione have a Seeeeecret?" Said George in a sing song voice.
"Seeeeecret, she's gotta, Seeeecret," Sang Fred in reply.
"Would you stop?" Ron said in an annoyed voice.
"Really," I said in a neutral tone.
"Oy! Why is little, darling Hermione blushing? Is it true?" Mocked one of the twins. "I can see them snoging each other. What does Malfoy's saliva taste like?"
"That's enough!" Ron said throwing a muffin at one of the twins. "You're going to make me lose my breakfast! You two are disgusting!"
I couldn't help, but feel a little hurt. Would a relationship between Draco and I be disgusting in his eyes?
Both the twins snickered and turned towards Ron. "You know George I thought Ron would act that way,"
"Yes, Fred, but did you expect him to be so cranky?"
"Why no I did not. Is something bothering our ickle Ronniekins?" George leaned over and pinched his cheek.
"He's been moody all week," Said a voice from behind. It was Ginny. She let out a long yawn and pointed to my seat. "Mind if I take your place, 'Mione? I'm starved,"
"Sure!" I said standing up. My cheeks still burned even as I walked to class.
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Through out the whole day Hermione couldn't help, but stare at Draco slightly. It would have been embarrassing if he would have met her eye, but on most occasions he seemed to be sleeping.
Hermione regretted not taking him to the hospital wing. It would have been best if she did. He would have at least gotten to sleep all of today.
Little did Hermione know Draco also couldn't keep his gaze off Hermione. That was when he was awake. It was a strange sleep. Almost as if he was in class, and he thought he was awake, but he'd open his eyes to a different class and a different student poking his shoulder saying "Wake up,"
Of course he had a hard time reacting to this. One second he thought he was in charms and then he would open his eyes to see he was really in Herbology.
And now he was in the Slytherin common room starring at a book. It was really for Arithmancy, but the words were all very complex in his eyes.
"And so I told her that she should really quit being a pompous cow!" Rang the voice of annoyance.
"Uh?" Draco said looking up. Pansy was look back at him.
"Argh!" She huffed. "Weren't you listening!?!"
"Well.. no.. you were kinda droning on and talking fast.." Draco began. What was the last thing he remembered? Coming in and sitting down. He didn't even remember Pansy beginning to talk to him!
That fact was a complex enigma for Draco. The fact that Pansy could hold a whole conversation with herself and not even notice the fact he wasn't awake to hear it.
A giant 'thud' from the side of his head made Draco pay attention. "What?" He asked.
"Do did it again! You've ignored me TWICE!" She was going to blow up. He could see it now.
"What's that? Oh, I must be going, Goyle something.. yeah," Draco stood up and ran for the door. "Um bye!" He shut the portal door behind him.
'she was yelling at you. What's wrong with you? What's wrong with her?" Draco thought to himself. Usually when it came to Pansy it was all bragging and worshipping. The worshipping was done on her part. What was going to become of him?
More importantly what was going to become of his Arithmancy grade?
'Bet Know-it-all-Granger would have that answer to that.' Draco thought to himself. 'Perhaps I should go see her, but only for Arithmancy. It's not like I miss her or anything. Or do I?' Draco then got into an other argument with himself. Right or Wrong? Black or White? Well there was a gray. Perhaps there is a wrong right or a right wrong? Or perhaps maybe he should seek the help of Loony Lovegod! This was insane!
Draco spent his whole way there arguing with himself. He was two hallways down to Granger's dorm, when he heard something behind him. He turned around swiftly. Nothing.
He looked around again, but still couldn't see anyone. As he turned around and took two steps he heard it again and stopped. He looked over his shoulder again. He had the feeling he was being followed.
"Hello?"
Silence.
"Is anyone there?"
Silence.
Perhaps it wasn't best to be heading to Granger's dorm while he was being stalked. Where else could he go that was near by? Draco turned a few sharp lefts and rights and soon found the library. There. He had a right to be there. Now what the hell would he be doing there? He began to browse the shelves and pulled out a book with the title "The art of Forbidden Love"
Draco made a disgusted face. "Gross," He muttered and put it back. He pulled out a different book and read a little from the inside.
"He would never know true love, because of his childhood teachings." Draco raised an eyebrow and put the book back. This was getting kind of creepy. He suddenly got an idea.
Draco walked to a shelf far away from the one he was at as he opened the book he read, "While being in her arms, the usually restless patient will find peace, and sleep very often."
Damn it! Leave it to the library to be a place to haunt him about Hermione. These books probably liked her more than Harry or Ron did.
Draco stormed out and headed down a random hallway. He quickly changed direction and headed to a new destination.
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"What's bothering little ickle Ronnie? You can tell us," One of the Weasley twins mocked very dearly.
Hermione starred around her common room. She never realized how boring it was, then again she didn't have a book to entertain her. The people alone in the common room were very dull. Without the Weasley twins she was sure the whole place would have turned into a environment so boring she'd lose her mind.
And after working so hard to learn almost anything she could get her hands on, that's a lot to lose. She looked up at the clock. It was time for her to be heading to bed. "It's getting late," Hermione began slowly.
"Going to bed already?" Ginny asked curiously. "But it's so soon,"
Harry chuckled softly. "You know how Hermione is, Gin. When it's bedtime, It's bedtime, no ifs, ands, or buts,"
Hermione just smiled at Harry and stood up. "Goodnight,"
"Night," Chorused several different voices, and soon Hermione was on her way down the hall.
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After walking down the halls, sitting in the common room, trying to sleep in his dorm, and mocking Hufflepuffs Draco still found himself bored and longing to be with a certain someone. What angered him the most that it had to be Filthy mudblood Granger he wanted to be with. 'But is really isn't filthy to you is she, Draco?' cooed a little voice in his head.
He headed down the hall to her bedroom, yet again. He checked many times for any sounds behind him, but had a feeling he wasn't being followed. As he entered Hermione's dorm he wasn't sure what to do exactly.
He knocked on the door. Silence. She must be out then?
Draco shrugged and tried to open the door. It was locked of course.
Now, being raised the way he was Draco though nothing of breaking into an other person's dorm. Why should he? What's theirs is his, and what's his is his. ((AN: Did that make ANY sense?))
He cast a few simple spells and with in seconds the door opened to him. He smirked, obviously proud of getting his way, and entered the bedroom. He hit the door to shut it, but it didn't completely close. He didn't notice and looked around.
Should have know Granger would be a neat freak. The place was spotless.
Draco looked through a few of her things. He read some letters from her parents, but after awhile he decided her family must be the most boring people on earth, he sat the letters down.
Draco continued looking around the place. What a Dull person she was! Didn't have anything exciting at all!
Draco threw himself onto her bed and looked at the ceiling. When was she going to get back? What was he going to say when she came? Well, there was that Arithmancy class he wasn't understanding, but would she believe him if he didn't have any books or materials for the subject?
Draco frowned at the thought, and looked over at her bookcase. She seemed to have a book on every subject. He'd just say he figured she had the books.
He chuckled to himself. Yes, that would work perfectly.
The cleanliness of the room still boggled Draco. She had to have something out of place... He sat up on the bed and began to look around. Books on bookshelf, boring. Papers in a neat pile on desk, boring. Silky lace panties hidden under the dresser, boring.
Draco suddenly perked with interest. What would innocent little Granger be doing with that in her bedroom? He ought to check it out, for curiosity's sake of course. Not like he was a pervert or anything. ((AN: Sure we believe you... ))
Draco slowly got off the bed and walked up to the dresser, he bent down and picked up the lovely silky thing. It was black silk with a lace boarder. Draco smirked at it and wondered if all of her underwear was like it. He tucked it casually into his pocket and went back to the bed. Draco felt slightly guilty and sick for taking something as personal as Hermione's panties, but then remembered his rule to life.
Want. Take. Have.
Draco jumped at the sound of mewing beside him. He bent over and tried to move the fluffy orange cat. It was a lot heavier than he thought it would be.
"Has Hermione been feeding you chocolate frogs?" He asked with a smirk on his face as he placed the cat further away from him. Crookshanks had a mind of his own and moved back to where he please, making Draco let out a tired sigh.
As he lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling Draco found himself sleepy again. He let out a loud yawn and stretched.
He rolled over and knew no more.
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Hermione had been stopped several times in the hall. Two Gryffindors were misbehaving and a Ravenclaw wanted help with his homework. Hermione loved helping people and being in charge, yet sometimes she couldn't help but want everyone to go away and leave her in peace.
As she neared her dorm she let out a sigh of relief.
She was finally going to get some alone time and get some sleep. As she walked up to the door, she found it slightly open and unlocked. This scared her. Many thoughts went through her head.
'What if someone broke in and took my finished reports?'
'Maybe they trashed my room!'
'Are they still in there?'
'What about Crookshanks!?!'
At the thought of her precious cat, Hermione quickly opened the door to see Draco lying on his back on her bed. Hermione couldn't help, but sigh in relief. As she shut the door quietly behind her Draco jumped and sat up.
They stared at each other for an awkward moment. Then both of them looked away.
"I'm here for Arithmancy," Draco said very stoutly. He wanted to prove to her he didn't care about her or miss her. She had a big head already. No literally of course.
"What about Arithmany?" Hermione took a few steps closer to the bed and sat on the edge of it.
"I don't understand it?" It was meant to be a statement, but turned out sounding like a confused question.
Hermione tried very hard not to chuckle at him. He looked very confused, yet somehow happy in an impish way.
"What part don't you understand?" Hermione asked lifting a brow at him.
"Uhh.." Draco began while he fidgeted with his hands. His brain was starting to go off at him. 'What! Didn't we plan this out already moron! You sound dumber than Crabbe and Goyle. She's never going to believe you now you idiot' A nasty little voice in his head also hissed at him. ' Your punishment for thinking those nice thoughts about that mudblood. The Great Dark Lord would be ashamed of you!'
Hermione's face looked worried when Draco looked back up. She had noticed his argument with himself, Draco was sure off it.
Draco felt his cheeks begin to burn as he looked the other way. "Well.." What was her question again?
His burning cheeks were cooled down by a soft, yet slightly cold hand resting gently on his cheek.. Draco turned his gaze to her. What was it he said to her this morning? "I'll be seeing you," The words echoed through his head. Great. She knew he wasn't telling the truth. Due to the fact he already told her he'd be there! Argh! But he really did need some sort of help with Arithmancy....
To Draco's disappointment she removed her hand from his cheek. With both her hands she rolled back the sleeves of his robe and shirt. She ran her fingers gently over his scars, and Draco really liked the feeling, but having his scars exposed was similar to being naked almost. He lifted up his hand and pulled her into a hug.
Hermione looked up at him, and smiled. Draco leaned over to kiss her.
The kiss was very soft and gentle, surprisingly. Draco obviously knew what he was doing, and did it quite well. Hermione however really didn't have much experience on the matter and was very limp and confused. Draco didn't seem to care as he moved his lips over hers perfectly. Sometimes gently nibbling on the bottom one.
It was on of those kisses that seems to last thousands of years, yet when you pull apart you realize it was only a second, and you crave for more.
Just as Hermione was about to lean up and kiss him again, there was a loud knocking on the door.
"ROOM CHECK!" Cried two familiar voices happily through the door.
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My eyes went wide at the door. Who the hell was going to bother Hermione this time of night?! Can't they see it's very rude?
Hermione was suddenly pinching my ear and pointed under the bed. She wasn't serious was she?
After she kicked me fairly hard, I had no choice, but to obey.
Once I was under the bed, Hermione got up and walked to the door, however, before she reached it, the door swung open.
You must remember, I'm under a bed at this point. I have no idea as to who is walking into her bedroom, but I can see two very similar pairs of feet.
"May I help you?" Hermione sounded more than angry. I felt a slight pity for whoever came into the room to bug her.
And yes I can feel pity! I do really hate how you people accuse me of being a heartless bastard. Wait, on second thought, yes I am a heartless bastard. That's not the point however. No man on this earth should have to face the wrath of an angered woman. Especially, one who knows as many hexes as Hermione does.
"We came to warn you," Said a voice dramatically. Sounded a lot like Ron, only slightly more impish.
"We felt it was our duty," The second voice chirruped in. My guess it was the Weasley twins now. They were the only two people on this earth who had nearly the same mind. Then again with the Weasley's budget they probably couldn't afford a separate mind for each twin.
"What are you doing?" Hermione sounded like she was about to pop a vein. Her voice was really strained, as if she was holding back a punch. Just do it, Hermione, being under her bed wasn't too comfortable.
"We were walking down the hall today,"
"We saw a certain someone walking near your little dorm"
"We're deeply concerned. Perhaps the painting wasn't all wrong,"
"Mister Malfoy is indeed stalking you my dear,"
"We, The Weasley Twins, shall defend you against his sliminess," SLIMINESS?!?! I'm going to kill them with my bare hands. No magic needed.
I was going to move, but Hermione stamped her foot a little too near where my fingers are. How did she know I was thinking of moving?
"You can leave now, if you're done being morons," Hermione snapped at the twins. I had a hard time keeping still. I really wanted to get out from under the bed, and strangle them. How dare they insult me.
Hermione must know me better than I thought. She then stamped on my fingers. I pulled them towards myself and glared at her feet.
"We aren't being morons,"
"He may be in this room right now, would you like us to check?"
"If you start snooping through my things I will set you both on fire," Yeah, she probably would, with her eyes. I could feel the glares, even when I was on the floor.
The two twins snickered. They were obviously enjoying themselves. "Geese, George, should we listen?"
"I don't know, Fred. Perhaps we should. She sounds serious,"
"Out." Hermione said flatly.
"Yes Fred. I believe we shall listen. Between her and Ron, one of these days our head, WILL be bitten off. Literally,"
"Good Evening Miss Granger," They were still playing some weird game of some sort.
"Yes, Chow"
"Chow? Dear Fred, we aren't Italian,"
"It must be so George,"
"OUT!" Screamed Hermione.
"See ya," And a door slammed behind them. I pulled myself from under the bed. Hermione was leaned up against the door.
"What was that all about?" I tried to ask gingerly. She may set me on fire, if she finds it necessary.
"I don't know, but their up to something," Great. Now she'll be in a bad mood for the rest of the night. Thank you dear twins. The only person I like in my life right now, and they've pissed her off.
Before the mind battles could begin she sat down beside me on the floor. We sat there quietly for about ten minutes. Then she turned to looked at me. "Want to get some sleep now?"
Hell yes! I seemed to have forgotten that she meant literal sleep. As in I had to leave. She kicked me out of her room!
Bitch.
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Well... I tried to make this chapter longer, after I wrote the shorter one. I add some new stuff to the chapter. This was going to be part of a different chapter, but I needed it here. So there.
There was a hidden Cat in the Hat joke in there. ((Really lame one though)) When Hermione called the twins Twin one and Twin two. It's a reference to thing one and thing two. If you caught on to that, good for you! If you didn't, Now you know!
Now before anyone starts on the panties deal there is a reason it's in the story. Basically I was saying ((Through subliminal messages)) that a person isn't always as they seem. Hermione seems bookish and boring, yet she's probably got a sexy wild side to her. Notice it happened after he said she was boring? I know most of you probably noticed, but just so I don't get asked. As for why he took them, I thought it would be funny. I'm a kinky little freak like that.
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