Some sexual content in this chapter folks.
Disclaimer: I own no Hp characters.
Hermione and Draco chatted together and when she'd finished her drink she began to get increasingly tired and fell asleep in her chair. After a heated argument Draco decided it was best for him to carry her to her room instead of Harry or Ron since he was the only conscious student who knew the password. As he picked her up she leaned on him, her sleep not disturbed. He carried her up to their rooms, and carried her to her room. As he laid her on her bed she stirred.
She looked up at a figure above her. She could make out blonde hair and blue eyes. She smiled but sat up too quickly, head butting him. The force of the impact sent her laying back down and him on the floor.
"Sorry." She exclaimed. He muttered something before walking out of her room. She was too tired to talk so she slipped off her clothes and slipped on a red night-gown. As she crept into bed she was hit with a sudden yawn and fell asleep before her head even hit the pillow.
She soon drifted off into a dream. She found herself in a beautiful room. A crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling and golden cloth and tapestries of Aphrodite, Diana and other symbols, which she recognised as Love and Fertility, as she had an interest in such things, hung from the walls. She'd had an interest in Gods and Goddesses and things like that since she was a child and still was.
She then noticed she was sat on a soft four poster bed. It had rose coloured satin covers and heart shaped pillows. Golden cloth hung from its banisters.
She then noticed a floor length mirror taking up a section of the room. She walked over to it and stepped into its view. She gasped at what she saw. She was wearing a long green dress and an almost opaque night-gown with green feathers around the cuffs, collar and bottom. But that wasn't what made her gasp first, it was her hair. It was no longer straight and black or neither dark brown and messy. Instead she had a head of wavy golden honey with curls that cascaded down her back. Hermione raised her hand to one of the curls pulling at it then watching it spring back up.
Slowly she walked back towards the bed and laid down and waited. She didn't know what she was waiting for but something inside told her to wait. After what seemed like hours, someone entered through the door.
It was a boy, same age as she was. Through her eyes he looked familiar but she couldn't place his image at that moment. She soon found that she no longer had control over her mouth or her body. As her walked towards her she approached and him and leaned in on him, as they began kissing each other. He knocked off the night-gown and slipped off the dress, leaving her completely naked. He pulled away from her to look at her naked form before kissing her neck, which was her third most sensitive place. (I think you might know the other places.) She pulled down his boxers showing a throbbing erection. She smiled at him before kissing him again. They fell onto the bed and you could guess what happens. (I'm not describing. I want this to stop at this rating.)
Just then her alarm went off. She groaned outloud and when she finally open her eyes she found Mina, Lavender and Parvati stood around her bed, each of them trying very hard not to burst out laughing.
"How the hell did you get in here?" Hermione asked them from the darkness of her bed. She struggled to sit up but found that she had no energy left in her.
"We followed Malfoy when he brought you up, cause we got a little drunk and ended up falling asleep on your sofas. But that's enough about us. How'd your dream go?" Mina asked, struggling to keep a straight face.
Hermione was confused and if they could see her face they would see. She had forgotten her dream already because of their appearance.
"What dream?"
"You mean you don't remember! It sounded something like this." Lavender exclaimed then began to make moans. Hermione blushed furiously.
Mina then handed her, her clothes.
"What the... How did they get down there?" Hermione stuttered.
"We don't know. We just presumed that you were to tired to put then on last night."
Hermione wrapped the covers off her bed and then shoved the three girls out of the room. She stuck the night clothes into her wardrobes before going into the bathroom. As she went to brush her teeth she gasped as she looked into the mirror. Her hair had changed into the hair she had in her dream. In fact it looked like it had never been slept in and her night-dress. Well that was a mystery.
As for the dream it had seemed so real, it seemed that real that when she woke up she couldn't sit up and the boy... He had seemed so familiar.
She quickly brushed her teeth and showered. Just then she realised that it was a Saturday and that she could have stayed in bed. But now that she was up and almost dressed she decided it was best to go down to the hall and get dressed. She climbed into hr wardrobe and when she came back out she had in her hand a tartan mini-dress that had a zip up the front and a mesh top to just go over her arms and shoulders. She pulled on a pair of green boots and laced them up. She didn't dare brush through the curls cause she was afraid that the curls could unravel and go straight again. Since it was Saturday she didn't have to wear the awful school robes. She put on a light brush of make up on before heading out of the common room. As she walked down towards the Great Hall she caught many peoples attentions. The ones of boys were full of lust at the amount of skin she had left uncovered and the jealous envy filled ones of other girls.
As she walked into the hall Pansy Parkinson was coming out. Pansy 'accidentally' pushed into her, whispering
"Stupid Mudblood."
Thankfully Hermione had attended anger management with Ron last year so she could control herself, even though Ron still couldn't. She continued her walk over to the Gryffindor table thinking about ways to hex and harm Pansy. She glanced over at Mina who face seemed to be looking at her but her eyes were on Ginny. Her now blonde hair kept getting in her face and when she ran a hand through it to get it back, she reminded Hermione of something. Then it hit her. The dream! And the person in it had been Malfoy! That very thought made her want to puke up her stomach contents, but she managed to keep it down.
She realised then that someone was trying to get her attention by poking her side.
"Hermione? Hello?"
Disclaimer: I own no Hp characters.
Hermione and Draco chatted together and when she'd finished her drink she began to get increasingly tired and fell asleep in her chair. After a heated argument Draco decided it was best for him to carry her to her room instead of Harry or Ron since he was the only conscious student who knew the password. As he picked her up she leaned on him, her sleep not disturbed. He carried her up to their rooms, and carried her to her room. As he laid her on her bed she stirred.
She looked up at a figure above her. She could make out blonde hair and blue eyes. She smiled but sat up too quickly, head butting him. The force of the impact sent her laying back down and him on the floor.
"Sorry." She exclaimed. He muttered something before walking out of her room. She was too tired to talk so she slipped off her clothes and slipped on a red night-gown. As she crept into bed she was hit with a sudden yawn and fell asleep before her head even hit the pillow.
She soon drifted off into a dream. She found herself in a beautiful room. A crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling and golden cloth and tapestries of Aphrodite, Diana and other symbols, which she recognised as Love and Fertility, as she had an interest in such things, hung from the walls. She'd had an interest in Gods and Goddesses and things like that since she was a child and still was.
She then noticed she was sat on a soft four poster bed. It had rose coloured satin covers and heart shaped pillows. Golden cloth hung from its banisters.
She then noticed a floor length mirror taking up a section of the room. She walked over to it and stepped into its view. She gasped at what she saw. She was wearing a long green dress and an almost opaque night-gown with green feathers around the cuffs, collar and bottom. But that wasn't what made her gasp first, it was her hair. It was no longer straight and black or neither dark brown and messy. Instead she had a head of wavy golden honey with curls that cascaded down her back. Hermione raised her hand to one of the curls pulling at it then watching it spring back up.
Slowly she walked back towards the bed and laid down and waited. She didn't know what she was waiting for but something inside told her to wait. After what seemed like hours, someone entered through the door.
It was a boy, same age as she was. Through her eyes he looked familiar but she couldn't place his image at that moment. She soon found that she no longer had control over her mouth or her body. As her walked towards her she approached and him and leaned in on him, as they began kissing each other. He knocked off the night-gown and slipped off the dress, leaving her completely naked. He pulled away from her to look at her naked form before kissing her neck, which was her third most sensitive place. (I think you might know the other places.) She pulled down his boxers showing a throbbing erection. She smiled at him before kissing him again. They fell onto the bed and you could guess what happens. (I'm not describing. I want this to stop at this rating.)
Just then her alarm went off. She groaned outloud and when she finally open her eyes she found Mina, Lavender and Parvati stood around her bed, each of them trying very hard not to burst out laughing.
"How the hell did you get in here?" Hermione asked them from the darkness of her bed. She struggled to sit up but found that she had no energy left in her.
"We followed Malfoy when he brought you up, cause we got a little drunk and ended up falling asleep on your sofas. But that's enough about us. How'd your dream go?" Mina asked, struggling to keep a straight face.
Hermione was confused and if they could see her face they would see. She had forgotten her dream already because of their appearance.
"What dream?"
"You mean you don't remember! It sounded something like this." Lavender exclaimed then began to make moans. Hermione blushed furiously.
Mina then handed her, her clothes.
"What the... How did they get down there?" Hermione stuttered.
"We don't know. We just presumed that you were to tired to put then on last night."
Hermione wrapped the covers off her bed and then shoved the three girls out of the room. She stuck the night clothes into her wardrobes before going into the bathroom. As she went to brush her teeth she gasped as she looked into the mirror. Her hair had changed into the hair she had in her dream. In fact it looked like it had never been slept in and her night-dress. Well that was a mystery.
As for the dream it had seemed so real, it seemed that real that when she woke up she couldn't sit up and the boy... He had seemed so familiar.
She quickly brushed her teeth and showered. Just then she realised that it was a Saturday and that she could have stayed in bed. But now that she was up and almost dressed she decided it was best to go down to the hall and get dressed. She climbed into hr wardrobe and when she came back out she had in her hand a tartan mini-dress that had a zip up the front and a mesh top to just go over her arms and shoulders. She pulled on a pair of green boots and laced them up. She didn't dare brush through the curls cause she was afraid that the curls could unravel and go straight again. Since it was Saturday she didn't have to wear the awful school robes. She put on a light brush of make up on before heading out of the common room. As she walked down towards the Great Hall she caught many peoples attentions. The ones of boys were full of lust at the amount of skin she had left uncovered and the jealous envy filled ones of other girls.
As she walked into the hall Pansy Parkinson was coming out. Pansy 'accidentally' pushed into her, whispering
"Stupid Mudblood."
Thankfully Hermione had attended anger management with Ron last year so she could control herself, even though Ron still couldn't. She continued her walk over to the Gryffindor table thinking about ways to hex and harm Pansy. She glanced over at Mina who face seemed to be looking at her but her eyes were on Ginny. Her now blonde hair kept getting in her face and when she ran a hand through it to get it back, she reminded Hermione of something. Then it hit her. The dream! And the person in it had been Malfoy! That very thought made her want to puke up her stomach contents, but she managed to keep it down.
She realised then that someone was trying to get her attention by poking her side.
"Hermione? Hello?"