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any original characters.
Feelings Revealed
"You haven't left me alone all summer you've been haunting my dreams the entire..." her last words turned into incoherent babbles as they both stared at each other in shock.
I didn't really say that did I, I thought it right! But as Hermione stared into Draco's giant gray orbs, she knew that he had heard every single syllable that had come out of her mouth. Her heart was thumping loudly in her chest, and the palms of her hands had gone all sweaty. She would have bolted it out of the potions chamber, but she knew that Professor Snape was probably lurking somewhere near by. Well, if there were any upsides to this little interlude it would have to be the fact that Hermione had finally rendered Draco speechless.
With mouth slightly agape, and wide deer eyes, Draco was quite a sight. Hermione continued to stand in front of him with hands clenched, waiting for his next move. Usually she would have thought up of some lame joke, or added a "just kidding", after the phrase she had just blurted out, but there was no way to get out of this one. It was written clear as day that the words she spoke were true.
Draco finally seemed to soak in what had just been said, and a slow smile made it's way to his face. Putting his hands in his robe pockets he slowly made his way over to Hermione. (Which was only about ten feet away.) He seemed to relish in the thought of prolonging this moment in order to make Hermione feel uncomfortable. Hermione did not back up, she stood her ground as he got closer, and closer, and closer.
Finally Draco was mere inches away from her. She could once again smell the familiar smell of cinnamon and felt his warm breath on her bare neck. He stood there for a moment, not saying anything, just starring at her with amusement, and a little something else that she couldn't quite put her finger on.
"So, you dream about me do you?" He asked in a deep voice. A small blush started its way up her checks. She couldn't concentrate with his this close. The smell of cinnamon and his warm breath were overpowering. Say something. Her mind yelled.
"No, I don't." Was the best she could come up with. Smirking he slid an arm around her waist and brought her even closer. Memories of the train station rushed back to her, Draco helping her up then holding her close to him. With his free hand Draco brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear, leaned down, and in a husky voice whispered into her ear.
"You do don't you, you think about me all the time. You can't escape me Hermione, just like I can't escape you." What! Did he just say what I think he said!
"Wh what." Was all that she was capable of muttering.
"You heard me Hermione." He stated. The teasing look to his face had vanished and was replaced with a dead serious look.
"But I'm a muggle," she breathed, "you couldn't possib..."
"I know I shouldn't like you, it goes against everything I've been taught, I don't want to like you, but..." He trailed off, and the arm around her waist tightened its hold. It then dawned on Hermione, that he felt exactly like she did, they were so imperfect together, that they were perfect. She knew that didn't sound logical, but somehow it just made sense.
"You just do." She finished.
"Exactly" He replied, and he knew she understood.
"So what now," She whispered. The smirk slowly returned to his lips, only this time it was different, there was a warmth to it that she had never seen before.
Bringing his free arm up he gently cupped her chin in his hand and titled it up. He's not going to, he wouldn't. Were her incoherent thoughts. Slowly he brought his head down to hers; she closed her eyes and gladly awaited the fate that was inevitably at her door. Electricity shot up her spine as his lips brushed gently against hers. She was surprised that such a headstrong person like Draco would be capable of such a gentle touch.
The kiss ended as soon as it had started. But, unlike the kiss, this was not a pleasant experience. Draco shoved Hermione away from him and backed away from her with anger, and something else in his eyes. Hermione stumbled but caught herself but grabbing the edge of a nearby desk. She cast a sad look in his direction and was surprised to see something more then anger in his eyes. It almost looked like fear, but it couldn't be. Draco Malfoy, afraid? That's impossible.
"Draco..." She started, but was then cut off abruptly by Draco.
"I don't want to talk about this Hermione." He said angrily.
"But I don't understand," she replied. "Did I do something wrong?" It took all of Hermione's will power to keep the tears back. For that brief moment while Draco was kissing her, she finally felt important. She didn't feel like he was being nice to her just because she was smart and he wanted her to help him with his homework.
"Hermione." He began, but then stopped while trying to keep his emotions under control.
"It's not you Hermione. Can't you see that it just won't work between us? We're so different. I'm a pureblood you're a muggle. I'm a Slytherin, and you're a Gryffindor."
"I don't care, we can make it work Draco, we can..." But she was once again cut off.
"Dang it Hermione! It won't work! I'm a blasted deatheater okay!" He yelled. And to prove it to her he quickly strode over to her, pulled up his sleeve, and revealed the dark mark to her.
Hermione gasped and took a step back as she looked down at the offending mark on Draco's arm. At her reaction Draco hurried and pulled his sleeve back down and turned away from her.
"Do you see now?" He gently asked. "I've always been mean to you because I didn't want something like this to happen. When I found out that it was you at the train station I didn't know what to do. I've always liked you." He confessed, and then slowly turned to face her. "When I saw how beautiful you had become it became even harder for me to repress me emotions. I think that's what scared me the most. I have been trained since I was a child to become a deatheater, to hide my emotions, and to not let them get in my way. But with one little glance that you would throw in my direction, all of my barriers are shattered, and my training forgot."
Hermione couldn't fight back the tears anymore. They split down her checks like a waterfall. Her heart was about to explode from all the emotion that was burning inside of her. Then suddenly, she knew what it was like to truly love someone. She despised deatheaters, but now she didn't care what he was, all she knew was that she wanted to be with him and never let go.
"Draco," she said stepping forward, "I don't care what you are. You can stop being a deatheater, only you can control your future."
"It's not that easy," Draco said quietly, "you can't just stop being a deatheater."
"Well find a way." She rebuked. Then for the first time in quite some time Draco looked directly into Hermione's brown eyes. She saw him change yet again; saw his barriers break and the ice start to melt. The next thing she knew Draco had pulled her into a tight embrace and rested his chin on the top of her head. Hermione wrapped her arms around Draco, and they stood like that for a long time until the door suddenly swooshed open, and in walked Snape.
A/N: Once again thank you to all you reviewers. It makes me feel so good to know that people are actually reading my story. Please keep reviewing.
Feelings Revealed
"You haven't left me alone all summer you've been haunting my dreams the entire..." her last words turned into incoherent babbles as they both stared at each other in shock.
I didn't really say that did I, I thought it right! But as Hermione stared into Draco's giant gray orbs, she knew that he had heard every single syllable that had come out of her mouth. Her heart was thumping loudly in her chest, and the palms of her hands had gone all sweaty. She would have bolted it out of the potions chamber, but she knew that Professor Snape was probably lurking somewhere near by. Well, if there were any upsides to this little interlude it would have to be the fact that Hermione had finally rendered Draco speechless.
With mouth slightly agape, and wide deer eyes, Draco was quite a sight. Hermione continued to stand in front of him with hands clenched, waiting for his next move. Usually she would have thought up of some lame joke, or added a "just kidding", after the phrase she had just blurted out, but there was no way to get out of this one. It was written clear as day that the words she spoke were true.
Draco finally seemed to soak in what had just been said, and a slow smile made it's way to his face. Putting his hands in his robe pockets he slowly made his way over to Hermione. (Which was only about ten feet away.) He seemed to relish in the thought of prolonging this moment in order to make Hermione feel uncomfortable. Hermione did not back up, she stood her ground as he got closer, and closer, and closer.
Finally Draco was mere inches away from her. She could once again smell the familiar smell of cinnamon and felt his warm breath on her bare neck. He stood there for a moment, not saying anything, just starring at her with amusement, and a little something else that she couldn't quite put her finger on.
"So, you dream about me do you?" He asked in a deep voice. A small blush started its way up her checks. She couldn't concentrate with his this close. The smell of cinnamon and his warm breath were overpowering. Say something. Her mind yelled.
"No, I don't." Was the best she could come up with. Smirking he slid an arm around her waist and brought her even closer. Memories of the train station rushed back to her, Draco helping her up then holding her close to him. With his free hand Draco brushed a stray strand of hair behind her ear, leaned down, and in a husky voice whispered into her ear.
"You do don't you, you think about me all the time. You can't escape me Hermione, just like I can't escape you." What! Did he just say what I think he said!
"Wh what." Was all that she was capable of muttering.
"You heard me Hermione." He stated. The teasing look to his face had vanished and was replaced with a dead serious look.
"But I'm a muggle," she breathed, "you couldn't possib..."
"I know I shouldn't like you, it goes against everything I've been taught, I don't want to like you, but..." He trailed off, and the arm around her waist tightened its hold. It then dawned on Hermione, that he felt exactly like she did, they were so imperfect together, that they were perfect. She knew that didn't sound logical, but somehow it just made sense.
"You just do." She finished.
"Exactly" He replied, and he knew she understood.
"So what now," She whispered. The smirk slowly returned to his lips, only this time it was different, there was a warmth to it that she had never seen before.
Bringing his free arm up he gently cupped her chin in his hand and titled it up. He's not going to, he wouldn't. Were her incoherent thoughts. Slowly he brought his head down to hers; she closed her eyes and gladly awaited the fate that was inevitably at her door. Electricity shot up her spine as his lips brushed gently against hers. She was surprised that such a headstrong person like Draco would be capable of such a gentle touch.
The kiss ended as soon as it had started. But, unlike the kiss, this was not a pleasant experience. Draco shoved Hermione away from him and backed away from her with anger, and something else in his eyes. Hermione stumbled but caught herself but grabbing the edge of a nearby desk. She cast a sad look in his direction and was surprised to see something more then anger in his eyes. It almost looked like fear, but it couldn't be. Draco Malfoy, afraid? That's impossible.
"Draco..." She started, but was then cut off abruptly by Draco.
"I don't want to talk about this Hermione." He said angrily.
"But I don't understand," she replied. "Did I do something wrong?" It took all of Hermione's will power to keep the tears back. For that brief moment while Draco was kissing her, she finally felt important. She didn't feel like he was being nice to her just because she was smart and he wanted her to help him with his homework.
"Hermione." He began, but then stopped while trying to keep his emotions under control.
"It's not you Hermione. Can't you see that it just won't work between us? We're so different. I'm a pureblood you're a muggle. I'm a Slytherin, and you're a Gryffindor."
"I don't care, we can make it work Draco, we can..." But she was once again cut off.
"Dang it Hermione! It won't work! I'm a blasted deatheater okay!" He yelled. And to prove it to her he quickly strode over to her, pulled up his sleeve, and revealed the dark mark to her.
Hermione gasped and took a step back as she looked down at the offending mark on Draco's arm. At her reaction Draco hurried and pulled his sleeve back down and turned away from her.
"Do you see now?" He gently asked. "I've always been mean to you because I didn't want something like this to happen. When I found out that it was you at the train station I didn't know what to do. I've always liked you." He confessed, and then slowly turned to face her. "When I saw how beautiful you had become it became even harder for me to repress me emotions. I think that's what scared me the most. I have been trained since I was a child to become a deatheater, to hide my emotions, and to not let them get in my way. But with one little glance that you would throw in my direction, all of my barriers are shattered, and my training forgot."
Hermione couldn't fight back the tears anymore. They split down her checks like a waterfall. Her heart was about to explode from all the emotion that was burning inside of her. Then suddenly, she knew what it was like to truly love someone. She despised deatheaters, but now she didn't care what he was, all she knew was that she wanted to be with him and never let go.
"Draco," she said stepping forward, "I don't care what you are. You can stop being a deatheater, only you can control your future."
"It's not that easy," Draco said quietly, "you can't just stop being a deatheater."
"Well find a way." She rebuked. Then for the first time in quite some time Draco looked directly into Hermione's brown eyes. She saw him change yet again; saw his barriers break and the ice start to melt. The next thing she knew Draco had pulled her into a tight embrace and rested his chin on the top of her head. Hermione wrapped her arms around Draco, and they stood like that for a long time until the door suddenly swooshed open, and in walked Snape.
A/N: Once again thank you to all you reviewers. It makes me feel so good to know that people are actually reading my story. Please keep reviewing.