Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the other characters or
settings in this fanfiction. Unfortunately that also includes Draco
Malfoy...but I own the plot
"Hermione?" she felt a hand shake her gently, "Hermione?" the hand jerked her side to side more forcefully.
She tried to open her eyes but it felt like they were shut tight. A pain was stinging in her neck and she sat up. 'Why is my neck so stiff?' she opened her eyes slightly and waited for the blurriness to fade and let her eyes adjust to the light. She turned around and saw the couch's arm rest, 'Hmm that explains it.'
"You know, I'm sure they have very decent beds in the girls' dormitory. Unless the reason why you're not sleeping in them is because you don't want the poor little house elves go through the trouble to make your bed perhaps?"
Hermione turned to the red haired next to her looking at her amusingly. Stupid Ron. He picks the best moments to be sarcastic.
"As a matter of fact, I fell asleep reading the book," Hermione answered groggily. Alright so it wasn't the complete truth, but at least the excuse had nothing to do with fences.
Both boys seemed satisfied with the answer since it was a typical thing for Hermione to do.
"We thought we'd wake you up so you can get some breakfast," Harry explained.
"What time is it?" she asked.
Harry checked his watch, "A quarter to nine."
Hermione sighed deeply. It was so early and she hardly got any sleep last night, and whatever sleep she got wasn't very satisfying since her neck was now very stiff. She yawned then stretched. That's when she realized her wrist had healed.
"I'm just going to take a shower and get dressed, I'll see you in the Great Hall," she said then scrambled off the couch and headed for the girls' dormitory.
Harry and Ron watched her leave from their spots on the couch. She was wearing tiny night shorts and a loose tank top. As ashamed as they were, they couldn't help noticing how oddly attractive she was.
"I always new that girl had potential to be gorgeous," both of them heard Seamus announce.
"She's not just gorgeous, she's hot," agreed Dean squinting to watch Hermione walk up the stairs.
Ron stood up abruptly from his seat and walked over to Dean and nudged him in the ribs, "Keep your eyes to yourself, Thomas. I don't want you getting any ideas."
Harry rushed over and pulled Ron towards the door, "Don't cause a scene," he hissed at him.
But just as they were about to walk through the portrait door Ron shouted across the room, "And keep your hands to yourself too, while you are it!"
Hermione ran her fingers through her wet hair as she was standing in the shower. The hot water felt good and calming, she was feeling very confused and frustrated. 'What did that dream mean?' she thought remembering Malfoy leaning over the balcony in the moonlight, his snakelike eyes...and the blood. She just couldn't understand, nor explain the sensation she got last night when she felt the contact of his breath on her neck. She settled with the idea that she was just surprised that he had even gotten that close to her. But why did he get that close to her? Hermione knew the hundreds of questions buzzing around in her head wouldn't get answered now, so she stepped out of the shower and got dressed.
When she arrived in the Great Hall the boys were already picking at the remnants of their breakfast. She sat down next to Harry and food immediately appeared on her plate in front of her. She began eating her breakfast and listening to Harry and Ron talk about Quidditch, which was probably the only thing they ever talked about.
"Hermione, your wrist is healed. Madame Pomfrey's solution worked perfectly," Harry noticed.
"Of course Harry, you out of everybody should know best Madame Pomfrey has a cure for anything. Even mean old fences are no match for her," Ron winked at Hermione. She returned the gesture with a look that obviously said, 'Don't go there Ron,' but he leaned in towards her and stared at her face for a few seconds and he sat back down.
"Hermione, are you wearing...make up?" he asked with disbelief.
"Well, just a little bit. Why, is there something wrong with it Ron?" she asked.
"No, it's not that it's...it looks fine," he grumbled.
Hermione exchanged a glance with Harry, he smiled and shook his head, "Don't worry 'Mione, plus you don't even need to wear make up, you look fine without it." Hermione smiled back and nodded a 'Thank you.'
"You don't need to wear tube tops either," Ron added, but it was enough to bring Hermione over the edge.
"And is there something wrong with the clothes I wear Ron!?" she demanded. "Well don't you find it's a tad revealing? What if guys noticed? I don't trust half of them 'Mione," he answered, almost stumbling over his words.
Hermione was now very ticked off, "And what if I wanted the guys to notice Ron?"
He was just about to answer before Harry cut in, "Alright! Stop it you two! Ron, I seriously think Hermione has the choice to wear whatever she likes now, she's a grown woman."
"If you haven't noticed," Hermione snapped at Ron. She nodded again at Harry them resumed eating her breakfast.
Ron stared at her for a few seconds then looked at his knees as if they were the most fascinating things he's ever seen, he felt somewhat ashamed of himself.
Suddenly the Great Hall was swarming with school owls carrying single sheets that they were dropping in front of students. Hermione caught hers and realized it was her schedule. She didn't even look at the paper closely before she heard Harry curse loudly.
"Double potions with Slytherin first thing tomorrow morning," he said almost exasperated.
"What crummy luck," Ron added.
Hermione then lifted her gaze from her paper to the Slytherin table at the other end of the hall. He was reading the Daily Prophet. She watched him for a few seconds but he folded the papers in half and before she was able to avoid it, brown met with grey. She looked back at her friends, blushing furiously. "I need to go," she stammered then rushed out of the hall.
Her legs guided her all the way up to the Gryffindor common room and up the stairs to the girls' dormitory to her bed. It looked very inviting and Hermione accepted the invitation. She dropped herself onto the bed and as soon as her head hit the pillow she fell asleep, and didn't wake up for the rest of the day.
"Hermione?" she felt a hand shake her gently, "Hermione?" the hand jerked her side to side more forcefully.
She tried to open her eyes but it felt like they were shut tight. A pain was stinging in her neck and she sat up. 'Why is my neck so stiff?' she opened her eyes slightly and waited for the blurriness to fade and let her eyes adjust to the light. She turned around and saw the couch's arm rest, 'Hmm that explains it.'
"You know, I'm sure they have very decent beds in the girls' dormitory. Unless the reason why you're not sleeping in them is because you don't want the poor little house elves go through the trouble to make your bed perhaps?"
Hermione turned to the red haired next to her looking at her amusingly. Stupid Ron. He picks the best moments to be sarcastic.
"As a matter of fact, I fell asleep reading the book," Hermione answered groggily. Alright so it wasn't the complete truth, but at least the excuse had nothing to do with fences.
Both boys seemed satisfied with the answer since it was a typical thing for Hermione to do.
"We thought we'd wake you up so you can get some breakfast," Harry explained.
"What time is it?" she asked.
Harry checked his watch, "A quarter to nine."
Hermione sighed deeply. It was so early and she hardly got any sleep last night, and whatever sleep she got wasn't very satisfying since her neck was now very stiff. She yawned then stretched. That's when she realized her wrist had healed.
"I'm just going to take a shower and get dressed, I'll see you in the Great Hall," she said then scrambled off the couch and headed for the girls' dormitory.
Harry and Ron watched her leave from their spots on the couch. She was wearing tiny night shorts and a loose tank top. As ashamed as they were, they couldn't help noticing how oddly attractive she was.
"I always new that girl had potential to be gorgeous," both of them heard Seamus announce.
"She's not just gorgeous, she's hot," agreed Dean squinting to watch Hermione walk up the stairs.
Ron stood up abruptly from his seat and walked over to Dean and nudged him in the ribs, "Keep your eyes to yourself, Thomas. I don't want you getting any ideas."
Harry rushed over and pulled Ron towards the door, "Don't cause a scene," he hissed at him.
But just as they were about to walk through the portrait door Ron shouted across the room, "And keep your hands to yourself too, while you are it!"
Hermione ran her fingers through her wet hair as she was standing in the shower. The hot water felt good and calming, she was feeling very confused and frustrated. 'What did that dream mean?' she thought remembering Malfoy leaning over the balcony in the moonlight, his snakelike eyes...and the blood. She just couldn't understand, nor explain the sensation she got last night when she felt the contact of his breath on her neck. She settled with the idea that she was just surprised that he had even gotten that close to her. But why did he get that close to her? Hermione knew the hundreds of questions buzzing around in her head wouldn't get answered now, so she stepped out of the shower and got dressed.
When she arrived in the Great Hall the boys were already picking at the remnants of their breakfast. She sat down next to Harry and food immediately appeared on her plate in front of her. She began eating her breakfast and listening to Harry and Ron talk about Quidditch, which was probably the only thing they ever talked about.
"Hermione, your wrist is healed. Madame Pomfrey's solution worked perfectly," Harry noticed.
"Of course Harry, you out of everybody should know best Madame Pomfrey has a cure for anything. Even mean old fences are no match for her," Ron winked at Hermione. She returned the gesture with a look that obviously said, 'Don't go there Ron,' but he leaned in towards her and stared at her face for a few seconds and he sat back down.
"Hermione, are you wearing...make up?" he asked with disbelief.
"Well, just a little bit. Why, is there something wrong with it Ron?" she asked.
"No, it's not that it's...it looks fine," he grumbled.
Hermione exchanged a glance with Harry, he smiled and shook his head, "Don't worry 'Mione, plus you don't even need to wear make up, you look fine without it." Hermione smiled back and nodded a 'Thank you.'
"You don't need to wear tube tops either," Ron added, but it was enough to bring Hermione over the edge.
"And is there something wrong with the clothes I wear Ron!?" she demanded. "Well don't you find it's a tad revealing? What if guys noticed? I don't trust half of them 'Mione," he answered, almost stumbling over his words.
Hermione was now very ticked off, "And what if I wanted the guys to notice Ron?"
He was just about to answer before Harry cut in, "Alright! Stop it you two! Ron, I seriously think Hermione has the choice to wear whatever she likes now, she's a grown woman."
"If you haven't noticed," Hermione snapped at Ron. She nodded again at Harry them resumed eating her breakfast.
Ron stared at her for a few seconds then looked at his knees as if they were the most fascinating things he's ever seen, he felt somewhat ashamed of himself.
Suddenly the Great Hall was swarming with school owls carrying single sheets that they were dropping in front of students. Hermione caught hers and realized it was her schedule. She didn't even look at the paper closely before she heard Harry curse loudly.
"Double potions with Slytherin first thing tomorrow morning," he said almost exasperated.
"What crummy luck," Ron added.
Hermione then lifted her gaze from her paper to the Slytherin table at the other end of the hall. He was reading the Daily Prophet. She watched him for a few seconds but he folded the papers in half and before she was able to avoid it, brown met with grey. She looked back at her friends, blushing furiously. "I need to go," she stammered then rushed out of the hall.
Her legs guided her all the way up to the Gryffindor common room and up the stairs to the girls' dormitory to her bed. It looked very inviting and Hermione accepted the invitation. She dropped herself onto the bed and as soon as her head hit the pillow she fell asleep, and didn't wake up for the rest of the day.