A/N:Oh, dammit!!!!actually, is now disagreeing with my rtf-saved files again.....but last time, i forgot to delete the happy, inacurate a/n...so...yeah....sorry...
Blue Eyes Glow In The Dark:Part Six.
Hermione acted instinctively, thrusting her elbow backwords.
Her captor swore and released her, clutching his stomach and reeling in pain. She swung, fist and wand readied and-
"DRACO?"She exclaimed in disbelief.
"something like that."he managed to wheaze as he gagged for breath. "you're pretty strong."he admitted, but, seeing her soften, he rushed on, just to get her back:"for a girl."He sneered, and he was lucky it was too dark for her to see him do so.
"Oh that DOES it! What on earth were you THINKING?" Hermione yelled, her cheaks burning feriously. Now she, too, was thankfull for the cover of the dark.
"I---"Draco cut off abruptly. Now there was a good question. What HAD he been thinking? It had been a spur-of-the-moment type thing, an impulse he couldn't abate. He felt panicked. What could he say? Nothing. There was absoulutely nothing that would be an adiquate excuse, nothing with a ring of truth to it. Not evan an off-pitch ring of truth. Not evan what really was made any sense. Not evan to Draco. He threw his hands in the air in exasperation. Another impulse overtook him.
"This."he said, and pulled her just a little roughly towards him.
Hermione was too startled to protest, as Draco held her almost tenderly. She looked into his eyes, and was shocked to see her own suprise and fear and mirrored in his own. So often, eyes speak the truth that mouthes can't utter.
She let him kiss her. She raked a long-fingured hand through his perfect, pyrite-hued hair. In that moment, she had no thoughts that weren't for him, he none that weren't of her. He had her scent in his nostrils:like magic and paper, intoxicateing.
He carressed her back, running a hand along to her stomach,kissing her deaply, unthinking. Instincual, overcome by inexplicable passion. "Hello? Draco? Hermione?"The voice cut threw the dark.
Hermione started, made to spring away from him, but he clung to her like he were drowning, and she the only peice of driftwood in sight.
She tripped.
They fell.
"Where are you?"It was dumbledore's voice. He had heard the crash, as loud as when a sleepy toddler tumbles out of bed.
"Draco!"she hissed, her voice an octive higher than normal, and more of a squeal than a decipherable sound. She tried to wriggle out from under him, afraid they would be discovered.
Footsteps echoed through the room.
Simaltaneously, they both froze,like hare under the watch of an ownl. Draco scrambled to his feat as silently as he could, freightened and refuseing to look at her, afraid of what he'd see. She started to follow suit, but became entangled with one of the scarlete curtains and slipped, emmiting a short, high squeak. Draco reached out a hand to help her up.
She slid her hand into his, and he hauled her up. For a moment their eyes met, for a moment he didn't release her hand.
Then dumbledore pushed back the drapes, and they sprang apart,jumping up almost like popcorn.
"Oh."The white-bearded wizard said, his eyes questioning. They glistened like two black beads beneath his specticles. Hermione, horrified, saw herself reflected in the lenses of the Headmaster's glasses. A single, scarred image of ruffled hair and robes hanging almost off her neck, at an awkward angle.
She quickly streightened her cloak.
"I fell..."She muttered the lame excuse, knowing it wouldn't be good enough for one of the greatest sorcerers of all time.
"Come."Said Dumbledore gravely, but his look of quiet disapointment did not escape the bookworm. "We've much to discuss."
Blue Eyes Glow In The Dark:Part Six.
Hermione acted instinctively, thrusting her elbow backwords.
Her captor swore and released her, clutching his stomach and reeling in pain. She swung, fist and wand readied and-
"DRACO?"She exclaimed in disbelief.
"something like that."he managed to wheaze as he gagged for breath. "you're pretty strong."he admitted, but, seeing her soften, he rushed on, just to get her back:"for a girl."He sneered, and he was lucky it was too dark for her to see him do so.
"Oh that DOES it! What on earth were you THINKING?" Hermione yelled, her cheaks burning feriously. Now she, too, was thankfull for the cover of the dark.
"I---"Draco cut off abruptly. Now there was a good question. What HAD he been thinking? It had been a spur-of-the-moment type thing, an impulse he couldn't abate. He felt panicked. What could he say? Nothing. There was absoulutely nothing that would be an adiquate excuse, nothing with a ring of truth to it. Not evan an off-pitch ring of truth. Not evan what really was made any sense. Not evan to Draco. He threw his hands in the air in exasperation. Another impulse overtook him.
"This."he said, and pulled her just a little roughly towards him.
Hermione was too startled to protest, as Draco held her almost tenderly. She looked into his eyes, and was shocked to see her own suprise and fear and mirrored in his own. So often, eyes speak the truth that mouthes can't utter.
She let him kiss her. She raked a long-fingured hand through his perfect, pyrite-hued hair. In that moment, she had no thoughts that weren't for him, he none that weren't of her. He had her scent in his nostrils:like magic and paper, intoxicateing.
He carressed her back, running a hand along to her stomach,kissing her deaply, unthinking. Instincual, overcome by inexplicable passion. "Hello? Draco? Hermione?"The voice cut threw the dark.
Hermione started, made to spring away from him, but he clung to her like he were drowning, and she the only peice of driftwood in sight.
She tripped.
They fell.
"Where are you?"It was dumbledore's voice. He had heard the crash, as loud as when a sleepy toddler tumbles out of bed.
"Draco!"she hissed, her voice an octive higher than normal, and more of a squeal than a decipherable sound. She tried to wriggle out from under him, afraid they would be discovered.
Footsteps echoed through the room.
Simaltaneously, they both froze,like hare under the watch of an ownl. Draco scrambled to his feat as silently as he could, freightened and refuseing to look at her, afraid of what he'd see. She started to follow suit, but became entangled with one of the scarlete curtains and slipped, emmiting a short, high squeak. Draco reached out a hand to help her up.
She slid her hand into his, and he hauled her up. For a moment their eyes met, for a moment he didn't release her hand.
Then dumbledore pushed back the drapes, and they sprang apart,jumping up almost like popcorn.
"Oh."The white-bearded wizard said, his eyes questioning. They glistened like two black beads beneath his specticles. Hermione, horrified, saw herself reflected in the lenses of the Headmaster's glasses. A single, scarred image of ruffled hair and robes hanging almost off her neck, at an awkward angle.
She quickly streightened her cloak.
"I fell..."She muttered the lame excuse, knowing it wouldn't be good enough for one of the greatest sorcerers of all time.
"Come."Said Dumbledore gravely, but his look of quiet disapointment did not escape the bookworm. "We've much to discuss."