Disclaimer: I own nothing it's all JKR's. ( Bawls) Don't sue me I'm just
a child. ( Looks around to see people stare. ) sorry. ( Grins stupidly)
Okay, um... first fan-fic. So I hope you like it! Draco: they'd better. ( Raises wand. ) Angelfire1589: Breathe Draco. Breathe. Draco: ( inhales ) Angelfire1589: ( rolls eyes)
Chapter 1: Shirtless
Standing in a line waiting to get in to a nightclub. She was alone. Gar away from home. 21. Hermione was stunning. She was 123 lbs., 5'10", hazel, and dreamers' eyes. Long, cherry, hair streaked with chocolate brown, hung to her shoulder blades. Her clothing was amazing as well. Also she had on a short, white, mini skirt, multi-blue halter-top with white jacket. Lastly were her high heels, with white straps.
Finally she got in. She went to the dance floor automatically. Drawn by the music. Body melding with the melody. Many stood and stared. After a while most lost interest, and went back to whatever they had been doing. One continued to stare. He was intent on her.
He was fine. E was at least 5'12, mostly muscle and had a six-pack. He also had blond spiked hair, which matched his goatee. But the most noticeable trait about him was his eyes. His cold silvery gray eyes. He got up and walked over to her. "Can I offer to buy you a drink?" he asked in a heavy English accent.
"Depends on what you want in return." she replied. He looked shocked. She suspected it was cause of her accent. Not cause of what she'd said. He shook it off though and replied.
"Your mane and number maybe." She finally looked over at him. Something was familiar about him. "Hermoine. Hermoine Granger. Most call me Mione. The number I'm still thinking about."
For a moment he stared at her. She's grown up. He thought. Remembering the buck-toothed know it all. He'd know in school. Yet somehow fallen in love with. "Well what would you like, Mione?"
"A white wine spritzer." She said smiling. She couldn't help thinking she knew him from somewhere. Was it she was in school? "So what's your name?"
He thought for a moment. Then realized she didn't know who he was. "Drake." He said simply. Maybe it was a good thing he didn't remember him. He'd left the end of the school year. He'd never said good-bye. Seeing how they were an item. Mione and he, he suspected she was pissed at him.
Hermione's POV
That name sounds really fucking familiar! I thought. It kinda reminds me of...No way, No freaking way!! "Draco!" many looked up. The noise was waking people up. He grabbed my hand and dragged me out the building.
"Draco Malfroy!" I shouted at the man standing in front of me. I couldn't believe it. He nodded his head. Waiting for an explosion. It came. "What the hell! You couldn't write in 4 years! You just up and left. No good bye or anything!"
"Hey you didn't write either." He said. Then cringed.
"How the hell am I supposed to write you and I don't even know where you are?!" I screamed with fury. Then stormed off to my car. Driving back to the hotel. Once I got there I walked down the parking lot. Tears streaming down my face. I stopped crying though when I heard footsteps behind me. I stopped. Sliding my hand down to my purse. I may not be in Hogwarts anymore, but that sure as hell doesn't mean I stop using magic.
Only a few steps behind me I whipped out my wand and was about to stun him when I saw it was Draco. "Damn it, Draco!" I yelled. " You just want to get killed don't you?"
"Sorry but you had my jacket." He said.
Opps. I thought. I had forgotten about his jacket. He'd given it to me while we were arguing. I took it off and threw it at him. " Here take and leave." I growled. But he didn't move. " Why aren't you moving?!" I yelled getting irritated.
"Want to talk to you." He said. I looked at him. "Oh so now you want to talk." I said nodding my head. "Okay let's talk. What do you wane start with. When you left without say good-bye. Or maybe how you never wrote in four years. Go ahead take your pick." He looked ashamed. I smiled triumphantly. "I wanted to get back together. You know I never meant to hurt you." He whispered. His silver gray eyes pleading with me. "Oh how sweet." I said in a voice of fake sympathy. "One problem...WE NEVER BROKE UP!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. Draco looked confused for a moment then smiled. The smile sent a chill through my body. Unbelievable! I thought after all he's done to you your still in love with him. She waited for his reply. It didn't come. " What are you smiling about?" I hissed. "If we never broke up. Then I can do this." He said and pulled her to him for a tender kiss.
Hermoine shot up. Looking around wide-eyed. Then sighed. She was 18 again. It had just been a dream. "Damn dreams." She mumbled. It was her last year at Hogwarts and she was head girl, and with her luck Draco head boy. But in truth Draco was not that bad this year. He and her had become pretty good friends. Her other friends just didn't know it. So she had to pretend that she hated him in public. But there was also something Draco didn't even know. That she loved him. She would do anything for him. Even die. She sighed once more. This time though it cause she get up now. She was guessing Draco was asleep, so he wouldn't be able to sing in the shower. She got up and grabbed her clothes and towel. While in the shower she sang J Lo. I'm glad.
I'm glad for thee way you make me feel. / I'm happy that you know how to be a man. / I'm that you came into my life. / I'm so glad.
Her voice carried to Draco's room. Who actually was awake. He was writing an essay. "Amazing." He laughed. "She has the voice of a frog. Yet still has the guts to sing." An hour and thirty mins later, He heard footsteps. It was warm in his room, so he never realized he didn't have a shirt on. Also he thought is was Dumblmore coming to check on how he was doing. It was that time of the week anyway. "Come in.," he said when someone knocked. It was Hermione. She had suspected he had showered and dressed, when he left he sock in the bathroom. She was a little shocked and embarrassed to find him shirtless.
"Uh...Draco." She said suddenly finding her shoe interesting.
"Mione?" he said. Looking up. "Oh hey." He smiled. Then noticed she held his socks, and that her face was completely red. "Snuzzles why are you red and holding my socks?" Snuzzles was a nickname she'd acquired over the summer. She'd been talking to him one day. Meaning to say snuggle. She said snuzzle instead. He never let it go. So that became his pet name for her.
"Um..." She said. "Here's your sock." She mumbled as she tossed it to him and fled from the room. What was that all about? He wondered he looked in the mirror to see if there was anything on his face. Then realized why Moine's face had been so red. He didn't have a shirt on. " Hermione!" he shouted as he grabbed a shirt and ran from the shirt. When he got down stair he saw her sitting on the couch with a book.
Hermione had her headphones on full blast. Playing Fief Dobbins's "gone" her face was still red. She didn't look up.
He walked over and sat down next to her. She gave him a side-glance. He decided to do this funnily. He turned on the TV, and scooted closer to her. She smiled. He moved even closer to her. She began to snicker, but covered it up with a cough. Her redness was leaving her. He put his arm around her the put his head her shoulder, and looked up at her. She took one look at Draco and burst out in laughter. He had the most adorable ways of apologizing.
"You want to go out for breakfast?" Draco said. "I'll treat." He offered.
"I don't know Draco." Hermoine said. "It's 6:15 in the morning."
"I know this." He said. "6:15 is breakfast time in my book. And besides our duties don't officially start until 8:50." Hermoine seemed more relaxed by this answer. Then the worry came back. " How would we get there?" Mione asked.
"I know a way out of the building, and then we just apparate the rest of the way." He said simply. Hermione still didn't look too sure. " Snuzzles come on live a little. Were 7th years." Hermione made a face. But finally gave in. "Alright. Let me get my jacket."
"Don't bother." A voice from the doorway said.
Finally finished with my first chapter. I was listening to Fief Dobbsin when I wrote this. So forgive the age of the song. It's my first story. So tell me what you think. Be truthful, please.
Okay, um... first fan-fic. So I hope you like it! Draco: they'd better. ( Raises wand. ) Angelfire1589: Breathe Draco. Breathe. Draco: ( inhales ) Angelfire1589: ( rolls eyes)
Chapter 1: Shirtless
Standing in a line waiting to get in to a nightclub. She was alone. Gar away from home. 21. Hermione was stunning. She was 123 lbs., 5'10", hazel, and dreamers' eyes. Long, cherry, hair streaked with chocolate brown, hung to her shoulder blades. Her clothing was amazing as well. Also she had on a short, white, mini skirt, multi-blue halter-top with white jacket. Lastly were her high heels, with white straps.
Finally she got in. She went to the dance floor automatically. Drawn by the music. Body melding with the melody. Many stood and stared. After a while most lost interest, and went back to whatever they had been doing. One continued to stare. He was intent on her.
He was fine. E was at least 5'12, mostly muscle and had a six-pack. He also had blond spiked hair, which matched his goatee. But the most noticeable trait about him was his eyes. His cold silvery gray eyes. He got up and walked over to her. "Can I offer to buy you a drink?" he asked in a heavy English accent.
"Depends on what you want in return." she replied. He looked shocked. She suspected it was cause of her accent. Not cause of what she'd said. He shook it off though and replied.
"Your mane and number maybe." She finally looked over at him. Something was familiar about him. "Hermoine. Hermoine Granger. Most call me Mione. The number I'm still thinking about."
For a moment he stared at her. She's grown up. He thought. Remembering the buck-toothed know it all. He'd know in school. Yet somehow fallen in love with. "Well what would you like, Mione?"
"A white wine spritzer." She said smiling. She couldn't help thinking she knew him from somewhere. Was it she was in school? "So what's your name?"
He thought for a moment. Then realized she didn't know who he was. "Drake." He said simply. Maybe it was a good thing he didn't remember him. He'd left the end of the school year. He'd never said good-bye. Seeing how they were an item. Mione and he, he suspected she was pissed at him.
Hermione's POV
That name sounds really fucking familiar! I thought. It kinda reminds me of...No way, No freaking way!! "Draco!" many looked up. The noise was waking people up. He grabbed my hand and dragged me out the building.
"Draco Malfroy!" I shouted at the man standing in front of me. I couldn't believe it. He nodded his head. Waiting for an explosion. It came. "What the hell! You couldn't write in 4 years! You just up and left. No good bye or anything!"
"Hey you didn't write either." He said. Then cringed.
"How the hell am I supposed to write you and I don't even know where you are?!" I screamed with fury. Then stormed off to my car. Driving back to the hotel. Once I got there I walked down the parking lot. Tears streaming down my face. I stopped crying though when I heard footsteps behind me. I stopped. Sliding my hand down to my purse. I may not be in Hogwarts anymore, but that sure as hell doesn't mean I stop using magic.
Only a few steps behind me I whipped out my wand and was about to stun him when I saw it was Draco. "Damn it, Draco!" I yelled. " You just want to get killed don't you?"
"Sorry but you had my jacket." He said.
Opps. I thought. I had forgotten about his jacket. He'd given it to me while we were arguing. I took it off and threw it at him. " Here take and leave." I growled. But he didn't move. " Why aren't you moving?!" I yelled getting irritated.
"Want to talk to you." He said. I looked at him. "Oh so now you want to talk." I said nodding my head. "Okay let's talk. What do you wane start with. When you left without say good-bye. Or maybe how you never wrote in four years. Go ahead take your pick." He looked ashamed. I smiled triumphantly. "I wanted to get back together. You know I never meant to hurt you." He whispered. His silver gray eyes pleading with me. "Oh how sweet." I said in a voice of fake sympathy. "One problem...WE NEVER BROKE UP!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. Draco looked confused for a moment then smiled. The smile sent a chill through my body. Unbelievable! I thought after all he's done to you your still in love with him. She waited for his reply. It didn't come. " What are you smiling about?" I hissed. "If we never broke up. Then I can do this." He said and pulled her to him for a tender kiss.
Hermoine shot up. Looking around wide-eyed. Then sighed. She was 18 again. It had just been a dream. "Damn dreams." She mumbled. It was her last year at Hogwarts and she was head girl, and with her luck Draco head boy. But in truth Draco was not that bad this year. He and her had become pretty good friends. Her other friends just didn't know it. So she had to pretend that she hated him in public. But there was also something Draco didn't even know. That she loved him. She would do anything for him. Even die. She sighed once more. This time though it cause she get up now. She was guessing Draco was asleep, so he wouldn't be able to sing in the shower. She got up and grabbed her clothes and towel. While in the shower she sang J Lo. I'm glad.
I'm glad for thee way you make me feel. / I'm happy that you know how to be a man. / I'm that you came into my life. / I'm so glad.
Her voice carried to Draco's room. Who actually was awake. He was writing an essay. "Amazing." He laughed. "She has the voice of a frog. Yet still has the guts to sing." An hour and thirty mins later, He heard footsteps. It was warm in his room, so he never realized he didn't have a shirt on. Also he thought is was Dumblmore coming to check on how he was doing. It was that time of the week anyway. "Come in.," he said when someone knocked. It was Hermione. She had suspected he had showered and dressed, when he left he sock in the bathroom. She was a little shocked and embarrassed to find him shirtless.
"Uh...Draco." She said suddenly finding her shoe interesting.
"Mione?" he said. Looking up. "Oh hey." He smiled. Then noticed she held his socks, and that her face was completely red. "Snuzzles why are you red and holding my socks?" Snuzzles was a nickname she'd acquired over the summer. She'd been talking to him one day. Meaning to say snuggle. She said snuzzle instead. He never let it go. So that became his pet name for her.
"Um..." She said. "Here's your sock." She mumbled as she tossed it to him and fled from the room. What was that all about? He wondered he looked in the mirror to see if there was anything on his face. Then realized why Moine's face had been so red. He didn't have a shirt on. " Hermione!" he shouted as he grabbed a shirt and ran from the shirt. When he got down stair he saw her sitting on the couch with a book.
Hermione had her headphones on full blast. Playing Fief Dobbins's "gone" her face was still red. She didn't look up.
He walked over and sat down next to her. She gave him a side-glance. He decided to do this funnily. He turned on the TV, and scooted closer to her. She smiled. He moved even closer to her. She began to snicker, but covered it up with a cough. Her redness was leaving her. He put his arm around her the put his head her shoulder, and looked up at her. She took one look at Draco and burst out in laughter. He had the most adorable ways of apologizing.
"You want to go out for breakfast?" Draco said. "I'll treat." He offered.
"I don't know Draco." Hermoine said. "It's 6:15 in the morning."
"I know this." He said. "6:15 is breakfast time in my book. And besides our duties don't officially start until 8:50." Hermoine seemed more relaxed by this answer. Then the worry came back. " How would we get there?" Mione asked.
"I know a way out of the building, and then we just apparate the rest of the way." He said simply. Hermione still didn't look too sure. " Snuzzles come on live a little. Were 7th years." Hermione made a face. But finally gave in. "Alright. Let me get my jacket."
"Don't bother." A voice from the doorway said.
Finally finished with my first chapter. I was listening to Fief Dobbsin when I wrote this. So forgive the age of the song. It's my first story. So tell me what you think. Be truthful, please.