Disclaimer: I think it's obvious to all by now that I do NOT own these characters and what not. I REALLY wish I did, but alas…not all dreams are realized.
A/N: I don't know that I'll actually be able to write anything since I've got limited time.
I think I've got to do some explaining about the Harry/Hermione relationship. It will be difficult, like their relationship.
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Hermione sit very still on Draco's bed while he stared sightlessly into the fire. She was in the very center of his bed, fully clothed, the bed still made, feeling awkward. Never in all her life had she thought she would be in Draco's very own room. And while he was not a Head, he was a Slytherin, which spoke for itself. Of course the Slytherins would get their own rooms. One reason why she was feeling so awkward is because she had dreamt of his room before. It looked quite similar to her dreams. But it wasn't just the random dreaming, but the fact that she had deliberately thought about being in his room before. She didn't know why she was subjecting herself to such childish thoughts. But she made up little stories about guys in her head anyway. Right now she felt as though Draco knew every one of those thoughts she'd had.
He was so solemn sitting there. She wished she knew what he was thinking about. She had let down her guard a bit after what he did for her. She was going to have bruises if she didn't visit Mme. Pomfrey.
He had hurt her. He had hit her. She had known it was coming. She just let it happen, like always. She knew it wasn't really Harry hurting her. He just…there was something wrong. She didn't know what it was, but knew that Harry wouldn't hurt her on purpose. At least she hadn't. But know that she was thinking it through a bit more she was confused. She was so torn. She didn't know if she loved or hated Harry, and it was frustrating her.
So she had taken her anger and frustration out on Draco. He was trying to help, God knows why, and she had attacked him, defending Harry. She felt so twisted. She had been too tired to up much of a fight. So in the end, Harry lay knocked out on the forest floor and Draco had carried her up to his room. She still had no idea how he'd made it past all those Slytherins without any of them seeing her. They may not have seen him either. Nor did she know why he had helped her. He had set her on his bed, then sat down in front of the fire.
She thought about Harry more. She still didn't blame him for her abuse. She just accepted it. That's just the way it was. But Draco had thought something different. He didn't think it should be like that. Why?
How much did he know? He'd been following her for quite some time. She was struck with sudden terror at what he may know and what he could hold against her.
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Draco felt bad for Hermione. His pity was killing him. The filthy mudblood probably deserved what Potter gave to her. But he knew about abuse. He should have just minded his own business. What possessed him to help that priss was beyond him.
Speaking of things beyond him, what was that magic she was doing? How the hell did Granger know the dark arts? Well, actually it seemed she just dabbled in it a bit. Unlike him who was fluent in loads of ancient languages in order to be able to read all of the old manuscripts. But still, she had known what she was doing. At least until a point. Then everything went dark and he woke up on top of Granger. It was quite a comfy spot.
'Stop it Draco' he chided himself. He shouldn't be thinking about the sexy mudblood looking so confused and forlorn on his bed. He shouldn't want to go over there and reassure her. He shouldn't want to comfort her. He should hate her. He should throw her out of his room and into the hands of all those Slytherins. They'd eat her alive. And somehow he didn't want that.
She was looking down into her lap now, so he observed her a bit. She moved like a cat. When she heard a sound outside she turned her whole head and listened with her entire body. He admired her seemingly natural habits. And yet with all her catlike behavior she was a rather clumsy person. It was quite amusing to watch her fall over her own feet all the time. Not that he watched her all the time. It's not like he was obsessed or anything. 'I only watch her in between classes, and when we have class together, and during lunch, and when she goes to the library.' that's not that much he thought. 'Damn!' he thought in sudden exclamation. He WAS obsessed.
Hermione suddenly looked his way. 'Crap!' he was caught. But he stayed cool and simply continued to stare at her. She just stared right back. After what seemed to be eternal silence and staring, Hermione broke the silence.
"What were you doing in the Forbidden Forest?" Hermione asked cautiously.
"What were YOU doing in the Forbidden Forest?" he countered.
"I asked you first." she replied calmly.
"So." he said rather obstinately.
Hermione rolled her eyes as she muttered 'douche', under her breath.
"I was practicing a few new spells." she said with no inflection.
"Where did you learn those spells?" Draco wanted to know more than the obvious.
"You haven't answered my question yet." Hermione said softly.
"I know." Draco replied, just as softly, although when Draco spoke softly it was a rather menacing sound.
Hermione sighed. He obviously had no intention of doing this the easy way.
"Why have you been following me? Will you please just tell me. Your constant presence is quite annoying." Well, maybe it wasn't that annoying, but she wasn't about to tell him that.
"As I told you before, I do not 'follow'." He was still evading answering her questions. He really didn't want to talk tonight. He knew he was going to have to say SOMETHING to her eventually, but right now he was just very tired.
Wordlessly he got up and began rummaging through his trunks. Hermione sat in silence until it was apparent he wasn't going to say anything more to her.
"Where will you be sleeping?" She knew she probably shouldn't have asked, but she was throwing caution to the wind tonight.
"On my bed of course." he gave her a bit of a smirk as he pulled out a pair of black boxers and a small blanket.
"Where am I to sleep?" she asked, this also being a foolish question.
"You can stay on the bed if you like." he said then walked out of the room into his W.C.
When he came back from the W.C. Hermione had a look of pure terror on her face. It didn't help that he was wearing nothing but black silk boxers.
All he did was smile and climb into the bed, which Hermione immediately vacated. He handed her the blanket as he bid her goodnight. She was still in shock as she slowly accepted the quilt. He merely turned off the lights and snuggled into the covers.
Draco let down his guard a bit, thinking he had the upper hand. Hermione silently crept towards Draco. When she got close enough, she quickly grabbed the soft down comforter he was using and replaced it with the rag he had given her. 'Why does he even have this with him?' she wondered to herself.
Draco was astounded that she had the courage to do that after the look of fright she'd had on her face not two seconds ago.
He was furious and amused at the same time. After nearly a half hour of fighting over sleeping positions they had reached the conclusion that they would share the bed, and Draco had reached the conclusion that this was going to be a long night.
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A/N: How'd you like it? The whole Harry/Hermione relationship is going to take some explaining.
Give me your opinions and stuff!
P.S. Was it long enough for you?
A/N: I don't know that I'll actually be able to write anything since I've got limited time.
I think I've got to do some explaining about the Harry/Hermione relationship. It will be difficult, like their relationship.
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Hermione sit very still on Draco's bed while he stared sightlessly into the fire. She was in the very center of his bed, fully clothed, the bed still made, feeling awkward. Never in all her life had she thought she would be in Draco's very own room. And while he was not a Head, he was a Slytherin, which spoke for itself. Of course the Slytherins would get their own rooms. One reason why she was feeling so awkward is because she had dreamt of his room before. It looked quite similar to her dreams. But it wasn't just the random dreaming, but the fact that she had deliberately thought about being in his room before. She didn't know why she was subjecting herself to such childish thoughts. But she made up little stories about guys in her head anyway. Right now she felt as though Draco knew every one of those thoughts she'd had.
He was so solemn sitting there. She wished she knew what he was thinking about. She had let down her guard a bit after what he did for her. She was going to have bruises if she didn't visit Mme. Pomfrey.
He had hurt her. He had hit her. She had known it was coming. She just let it happen, like always. She knew it wasn't really Harry hurting her. He just…there was something wrong. She didn't know what it was, but knew that Harry wouldn't hurt her on purpose. At least she hadn't. But know that she was thinking it through a bit more she was confused. She was so torn. She didn't know if she loved or hated Harry, and it was frustrating her.
So she had taken her anger and frustration out on Draco. He was trying to help, God knows why, and she had attacked him, defending Harry. She felt so twisted. She had been too tired to up much of a fight. So in the end, Harry lay knocked out on the forest floor and Draco had carried her up to his room. She still had no idea how he'd made it past all those Slytherins without any of them seeing her. They may not have seen him either. Nor did she know why he had helped her. He had set her on his bed, then sat down in front of the fire.
She thought about Harry more. She still didn't blame him for her abuse. She just accepted it. That's just the way it was. But Draco had thought something different. He didn't think it should be like that. Why?
How much did he know? He'd been following her for quite some time. She was struck with sudden terror at what he may know and what he could hold against her.
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Draco felt bad for Hermione. His pity was killing him. The filthy mudblood probably deserved what Potter gave to her. But he knew about abuse. He should have just minded his own business. What possessed him to help that priss was beyond him.
Speaking of things beyond him, what was that magic she was doing? How the hell did Granger know the dark arts? Well, actually it seemed she just dabbled in it a bit. Unlike him who was fluent in loads of ancient languages in order to be able to read all of the old manuscripts. But still, she had known what she was doing. At least until a point. Then everything went dark and he woke up on top of Granger. It was quite a comfy spot.
'Stop it Draco' he chided himself. He shouldn't be thinking about the sexy mudblood looking so confused and forlorn on his bed. He shouldn't want to go over there and reassure her. He shouldn't want to comfort her. He should hate her. He should throw her out of his room and into the hands of all those Slytherins. They'd eat her alive. And somehow he didn't want that.
She was looking down into her lap now, so he observed her a bit. She moved like a cat. When she heard a sound outside she turned her whole head and listened with her entire body. He admired her seemingly natural habits. And yet with all her catlike behavior she was a rather clumsy person. It was quite amusing to watch her fall over her own feet all the time. Not that he watched her all the time. It's not like he was obsessed or anything. 'I only watch her in between classes, and when we have class together, and during lunch, and when she goes to the library.' that's not that much he thought. 'Damn!' he thought in sudden exclamation. He WAS obsessed.
Hermione suddenly looked his way. 'Crap!' he was caught. But he stayed cool and simply continued to stare at her. She just stared right back. After what seemed to be eternal silence and staring, Hermione broke the silence.
"What were you doing in the Forbidden Forest?" Hermione asked cautiously.
"What were YOU doing in the Forbidden Forest?" he countered.
"I asked you first." she replied calmly.
"So." he said rather obstinately.
Hermione rolled her eyes as she muttered 'douche', under her breath.
"I was practicing a few new spells." she said with no inflection.
"Where did you learn those spells?" Draco wanted to know more than the obvious.
"You haven't answered my question yet." Hermione said softly.
"I know." Draco replied, just as softly, although when Draco spoke softly it was a rather menacing sound.
Hermione sighed. He obviously had no intention of doing this the easy way.
"Why have you been following me? Will you please just tell me. Your constant presence is quite annoying." Well, maybe it wasn't that annoying, but she wasn't about to tell him that.
"As I told you before, I do not 'follow'." He was still evading answering her questions. He really didn't want to talk tonight. He knew he was going to have to say SOMETHING to her eventually, but right now he was just very tired.
Wordlessly he got up and began rummaging through his trunks. Hermione sat in silence until it was apparent he wasn't going to say anything more to her.
"Where will you be sleeping?" She knew she probably shouldn't have asked, but she was throwing caution to the wind tonight.
"On my bed of course." he gave her a bit of a smirk as he pulled out a pair of black boxers and a small blanket.
"Where am I to sleep?" she asked, this also being a foolish question.
"You can stay on the bed if you like." he said then walked out of the room into his W.C.
When he came back from the W.C. Hermione had a look of pure terror on her face. It didn't help that he was wearing nothing but black silk boxers.
All he did was smile and climb into the bed, which Hermione immediately vacated. He handed her the blanket as he bid her goodnight. She was still in shock as she slowly accepted the quilt. He merely turned off the lights and snuggled into the covers.
Draco let down his guard a bit, thinking he had the upper hand. Hermione silently crept towards Draco. When she got close enough, she quickly grabbed the soft down comforter he was using and replaced it with the rag he had given her. 'Why does he even have this with him?' she wondered to herself.
Draco was astounded that she had the courage to do that after the look of fright she'd had on her face not two seconds ago.
He was furious and amused at the same time. After nearly a half hour of fighting over sleeping positions they had reached the conclusion that they would share the bed, and Draco had reached the conclusion that this was going to be a long night.
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A/N: How'd you like it? The whole Harry/Hermione relationship is going to take some explaining.
Give me your opinions and stuff!
P.S. Was it long enough for you?