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.
Her body was shaking under his grasp as he pulled his lips away from hers and was placing light kisses along the side of her cheekbone. He could feel her unsteadiness getting worse as her body stiffened against his as he returned his lips to her own and smirked against them. He loved the power he had over any of these pathetic Hogwarts school girls, and Granger was no different.
He delicately glided his fingers up the side of her body and rested them against her neck. He suddenly felt her body react aggressively as she opened her eyes and dug her nails into his chest as she pushed him away with every bit of control she had left within her.
He slightly scratched the corner of his forehead with the tip of his finger and folded his arms across his chest. He looked back up at her and lifted one eyebrow. She was standing near the stairs looking at him fearfully.
"Stay away from me," her voice threatened confidently as he heard her hard foot steps storm down the stairs and fade away.
'Strange,' he thought to himself, for he didn't know how she could have driven him to do something so ridiculous. 'Kissing a Mudblood,' he let out an irritated grunt. He settled with the thought of it only being a male instinct. 'I could just imagine what Potter would think,' he thought. Of course, Potter and Weasley, they would go mad. And it was bloody obvious Weasley was already mad about her. It disgusted Malfoy to see such pathetic devotion Weasley had for that Mudblood. Quite annoying.
He turned towards the moon and followed it until he reached the edge of the balcony. He rolled up his sleeve to reveal the Dark Mark glowing a bright red. 'Dark Lord's having a bad day,' he thought, 'how tragic.' He rolled his sleeve back down and looked towards the lake. This place was utterly boring. All those mindless students enjoying the simplicities Hogwarts could offer, but Draco wanted more. A challenge. He looked at the stairs, 'This is going to be fun.'
The sunlight started seeping through her curtains. 'About time,' she thought as she stood up in her four poster bed. She hadn't got any sleep last night; her brain was just not able to shut down. Draco, Harry, Transfiguration homework, Draco, feed Crookshanks, Draco, send owl back home, Draco, she felt a headache coming as she rubbed her temples.
Exasperated she dropped herself back onto her bed and stuffed her head under the pillows. 'How can I hide this from Harry and Ron?' she wondered. She had obviously thought about telling them but how could she? Right after Harry had poured his feelings out to her, she wouldn't be able to tell him Draco Malfoy had kissed her. She just needed to act as convincing as possible that nothing was going on.
This was going to be quite difficult though, she found herself thinking about his lips, caressing her face ever so expertly. The grip her fingers had on the pillow slowly loosened themselves. She was so used to be organized, but with him, she didn't know what to feel or how to react. If she was going to hide this from Harry and Ron, she needed to take control of herself again. She can take up any challenge any teacher at Hogwarts could give her, Malfoy was going to be easy.
She hopped off her bed, it was Saturday and she wanted to spend as much as time as possible with her friends, to repay the time she had lost during the week. She scrambled out of the door not bothering to get dressed and crept into the boys' dormitory. Ron's curtains were still open and he was in the exact same position as the night before, while Harry's curtains were shut.
"Harry?" she whispered and shook the curtains. There was no response so she figured he was asleep.
She turned back to Ron and sat down next to him and poked his sides. He grunted but didn't wake up. She looked around and saw Dean's quill lying on his night table. She walked over, picked it up and took her place back on Ron's bed. She propped herself on his pillow and started flicking the feather on his nose. To her success he started to twitch and snatched the quill out of her hand.
He opened his eyes and squinted closely to look up at Hermione. He immediately backed away as if horrified only to cause him to fall off his bed heavily. Hermione laughed loudly and stopped herself when she heard random shuffling behind the curtains of several beds.
"Her-Her-Hermione!" he stammered, "What are you doing in my bed?" She grabbed his arm as she helped him back up, "I'm sorry, I was only waking you up," she said amused. She thought it must have been her imagination, but she was sure he looked slightly discouraged.
"What in bloody hell are you two doing?" said a groggy but angry voice from Harry's bed. He pulled back the curtains and cleaned his glasses with his sheets then adjusted them on his nose.
"I thought an early breakfast would do us good," she said cheerfully. Obviously it was the wrong tone of voice to speak with in front of two half asleep guys early in the morning.
"And where does giving me a heart attack fit in?" Ron asked irritably.
Everything was back to normal she thought as she merrily buttered her muffin. Ron was reading out a letter from Bill but she had lost concentration. She put down the butter knife and grabbed a napkin to wipe her fingers. She realized how quiet it was since Harry and Ron weren't talking and she noticed a blonde head reflecting off her glass filled with orange juice.
"Good morning Granger," he said as he picked up her muffin from her plate and walked off biting into it.
She turned to Harry and Ron who were looking at her with complete and utter confusion.
"Well, there goes my muffin," she let out a fake laugh.
Her body was shaking under his grasp as he pulled his lips away from hers and was placing light kisses along the side of her cheekbone. He could feel her unsteadiness getting worse as her body stiffened against his as he returned his lips to her own and smirked against them. He loved the power he had over any of these pathetic Hogwarts school girls, and Granger was no different.
He delicately glided his fingers up the side of her body and rested them against her neck. He suddenly felt her body react aggressively as she opened her eyes and dug her nails into his chest as she pushed him away with every bit of control she had left within her.
He slightly scratched the corner of his forehead with the tip of his finger and folded his arms across his chest. He looked back up at her and lifted one eyebrow. She was standing near the stairs looking at him fearfully.
"Stay away from me," her voice threatened confidently as he heard her hard foot steps storm down the stairs and fade away.
'Strange,' he thought to himself, for he didn't know how she could have driven him to do something so ridiculous. 'Kissing a Mudblood,' he let out an irritated grunt. He settled with the thought of it only being a male instinct. 'I could just imagine what Potter would think,' he thought. Of course, Potter and Weasley, they would go mad. And it was bloody obvious Weasley was already mad about her. It disgusted Malfoy to see such pathetic devotion Weasley had for that Mudblood. Quite annoying.
He turned towards the moon and followed it until he reached the edge of the balcony. He rolled up his sleeve to reveal the Dark Mark glowing a bright red. 'Dark Lord's having a bad day,' he thought, 'how tragic.' He rolled his sleeve back down and looked towards the lake. This place was utterly boring. All those mindless students enjoying the simplicities Hogwarts could offer, but Draco wanted more. A challenge. He looked at the stairs, 'This is going to be fun.'
The sunlight started seeping through her curtains. 'About time,' she thought as she stood up in her four poster bed. She hadn't got any sleep last night; her brain was just not able to shut down. Draco, Harry, Transfiguration homework, Draco, feed Crookshanks, Draco, send owl back home, Draco, she felt a headache coming as she rubbed her temples.
Exasperated she dropped herself back onto her bed and stuffed her head under the pillows. 'How can I hide this from Harry and Ron?' she wondered. She had obviously thought about telling them but how could she? Right after Harry had poured his feelings out to her, she wouldn't be able to tell him Draco Malfoy had kissed her. She just needed to act as convincing as possible that nothing was going on.
This was going to be quite difficult though, she found herself thinking about his lips, caressing her face ever so expertly. The grip her fingers had on the pillow slowly loosened themselves. She was so used to be organized, but with him, she didn't know what to feel or how to react. If she was going to hide this from Harry and Ron, she needed to take control of herself again. She can take up any challenge any teacher at Hogwarts could give her, Malfoy was going to be easy.
She hopped off her bed, it was Saturday and she wanted to spend as much as time as possible with her friends, to repay the time she had lost during the week. She scrambled out of the door not bothering to get dressed and crept into the boys' dormitory. Ron's curtains were still open and he was in the exact same position as the night before, while Harry's curtains were shut.
"Harry?" she whispered and shook the curtains. There was no response so she figured he was asleep.
She turned back to Ron and sat down next to him and poked his sides. He grunted but didn't wake up. She looked around and saw Dean's quill lying on his night table. She walked over, picked it up and took her place back on Ron's bed. She propped herself on his pillow and started flicking the feather on his nose. To her success he started to twitch and snatched the quill out of her hand.
He opened his eyes and squinted closely to look up at Hermione. He immediately backed away as if horrified only to cause him to fall off his bed heavily. Hermione laughed loudly and stopped herself when she heard random shuffling behind the curtains of several beds.
"Her-Her-Hermione!" he stammered, "What are you doing in my bed?" She grabbed his arm as she helped him back up, "I'm sorry, I was only waking you up," she said amused. She thought it must have been her imagination, but she was sure he looked slightly discouraged.
"What in bloody hell are you two doing?" said a groggy but angry voice from Harry's bed. He pulled back the curtains and cleaned his glasses with his sheets then adjusted them on his nose.
"I thought an early breakfast would do us good," she said cheerfully. Obviously it was the wrong tone of voice to speak with in front of two half asleep guys early in the morning.
"And where does giving me a heart attack fit in?" Ron asked irritably.
Everything was back to normal she thought as she merrily buttered her muffin. Ron was reading out a letter from Bill but she had lost concentration. She put down the butter knife and grabbed a napkin to wipe her fingers. She realized how quiet it was since Harry and Ron weren't talking and she noticed a blonde head reflecting off her glass filled with orange juice.
"Good morning Granger," he said as he picked up her muffin from her plate and walked off biting into it.
She turned to Harry and Ron who were looking at her with complete and utter confusion.
"Well, there goes my muffin," she let out a fake laugh.