Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns all.
Pairing: Hermione/Draco
Rating: R after chapter 4
Summary: It's the summer after sixth year and Hermione Granger has been through hell at home. Without anyone to comfort her, she walks out on her parents and finally flees to Hogwarts. What happens when she arrives is completely unexpected.
Chapter 5: Something's Going On
Hermione woke to streams of sunlight on her face. A pale hand slid over her bare stomach and roamed up to rest under her breasts. Soon the hand continued its journey up her body and over her shoulders. It ran fingers through her hair, caressing her lovingly. She turned her head to watch Draco as he awoke to see his reaction. She was surprised to see a smile slowly light up his face.
"Good morning gorgeous. How did you sleep?" He reached his arm around her waist and tugged her closer to him. Hermione turned her head toward him. He kissed her forehead, eyes, down her nose, and then thoroughly kissed her on the mouth, pressing her into the mattress.
"Morning babe. I had a good night. Did you?" She pulled him back to her and kissed him again, holding him close.
"Yeah. I had a good night. The only thing better is waking up with you beside me."
"Hey come on we need to get up. We've got a dance to plan." She quickly rolled out of bed, pulling the sheet with her. She wrapped it around her body like a toga and walked toward the door.
"Where are you going? Just accio some clothes and stay with me."
"I need to look in my wardrobe to find something. I also have to take a shower. I won't be long. Promise. You get dressed too. Meet me in the commonroom and we'll start planning the Welcome Dance."
"Fine. But don't take long."
Hermione turned from him and walked out the door, down the steps, and into her room. She collapsed on her bed and stared at the ceiling. "What am I doing? Oh, Malfoy. That's right. I'm doing Malfoy. Eeek. I'm doing Malfoy. What is wrong with me? Don't answer that. I just need a long, hot shower. That'll help. Clear my mind." She stood slowly and walked to her closet. "What to wear? Hmm..." Soon she found a skin-tight black mini skirt, a scarlet button-up shirt with long bell sleeves, and a pair of thigh-high black leather boots. She chose a black teddy and black fishnet hose to match.
She wrapped a short silk robe around her and made her way to the bathroom. Draco had not come downstairs yet. As she entered the bathroom, she heard the shower running and found that Draco had come down to take a shower. Hermione placed her clothes on the counter in her dressing room and started her shower. She gathered a special anti-frizz, strawberry scented shampoo and conditioner, and a lavender-scented moisturizing body wash. She ran the water as hot as she could bare it and stepped under the stream. She scrubbed until she was clean and virtuous. Well, not exactly virtuous. After last night, she never would be virtuous again. Oh well. She couldn't take it back. And she didn't really want to.
She heard a door close and knew that Draco had finally left the bathroom. She stepped out of the shower and put on her clothes. Running some curling gel through her hair, she flipped her head over and scrunched her hair until it fell in tight spirals down her shoulders. She carefully applied her makeup, a bit of concealer, black eyeliner and shadow, a light dusting of scarlet blush, and scarlet lipstick completed her look. She twirled in the mirror and, satisfied with her appearance, walked into the commonroom where Draco had already begun to write down ideas for the dance. She sat across from him on the couch. It matched her blouse to perfection so she was framed in red and black.
She looked at Draco and gasped at his choice of attire. He wore tight black leather pants, black leather boots with silver buckles and tips, and a stunning emerald green silk shirt. Framed by the green overstuffed chair, he looked spectacular. His silver eyes blazed with a shimmering fire that she'd never seen in his gaze before. The look was all for her. He looked up and down her body, taking it all in. Hermione cleared her throat. Draco quickly looked up and caught her eyes. They both smiled, slow, knowledgeable smiles. His was the kind of smile that hinted at lascivious things done in the dark of night when most of the world was tucked in their beds sound asleep. Her's was the smile that was all innocence but underneath there was that knowledge of dark secrets and hard times.
"So are you ready to plan this thing or what? I have a few ideas. Do you want to see them?" He pushed a piece of parchement towards her. She took it and read the list aloud.
"Masquerade ball, Black-tie dinner, or a role-playing party. What's a role-playing party?"
"It's a party, or dance, or dinner where everyone dresses up as a different character from a book or play and acts that part for the night. At the end of the night, each person votes on the best role-players, one male, one female, and those people are the King and Queen of the dance. Nothing special, just a game. What do you think?"
"I like it. Let's make out two different plans, one for this role-playing dance-party thing, another for a masquerade ball. We can take both to Dumbledore and see which he would prefer. Let's get started."
They worked on the two plans until lunchtime, then went down to the Great Hall where everyone else had gathered to eat. Draco and Hermione entered the hall and made their way to the front. All eyes followed their movements, until they sat at the front table with the prefects.
"What is going on, Draco? Why is everyone staring at us like that?" Hermione could feel her face warming and thought this was not the time to be blushing. She schooled her face and turned graciously back to the others at the table. "Good afternoon everyone. How are you? Hi Harry, Ginny."
"I'm not certain Hermione, but I think their looking at us. I mean, we're not exactly known for being friends and suddenly we show up for lunch together? Plus we do kind of look like the poster boy and girl for the wizarding world. I didn't even think about other people seeing what I was wearing today. And your skirt is quite short. Most people aren't used to seeing us all dressed up."
"Oops. I wasn't thinking about that this morning either. I just put on what I wanted to wear. I guess I didn't expect to see anyone else, either. Well, they'll get over it. They'll all have to get used to seeing me like this anyway. I'm a bit different than I was last year, you know?"
"I know that, but they don't. And I think it's going to start some rumours. About us, I mean."
"We need to talk later. After lunch. Okay? We've got to figure out what we're going to do if the rumours start." Someone cleared their throat across the table and Hermione looked up.
"Excuse me. Am I interupting something or are you two finished with the whispering?" Hermione and Draco turned to see a very amused and aggravated Harry Potter staring at them.
"Sorry Harry. We're finished. So, what have you been up to?" Hermione noticed that a certain red haired Weasley had scooted her chair very close to Harry's. If Ginny had moved a little to the right she'd have been in his lap.
"Not much yet. Just helping Dumbledore and doing homework and other things. What about you?"
"Draco and I have been trying to plan the Welcome Dance. In fact, after we finish here, we're going up to Dumbledore's office to run our plans by him. And before you even ask, no, I will not tell you our ideas. You can find out at the prefects meeting when we've decided on the theme." Hermione grinned mischieviously and her eyes glistened with anticipation. She knew if she didn't ask now, she may not be able to embarrass him later. "So, Harry, what's going on with you and Ginny?"
"Whatever are you talking about Hermione?" Harry spluttered indignantly. He glanced at Ginny whose face was slowly becoming redder and redder. He slipped his leg nearer to her's and gave it a quick, warning kick. She glanced at him and regained control of herself.
"Oh Harry. Don't play dumb with me. Something's going on. You may not be willing to admit it or notice it, but it's there all the same." Hermione smirked at him and knew she'd hit her mark. Now the question was, would he admit anything to her or not?
"Nothing's going on, I promise. Would I lie to you?" Harry gave her an innocent smile that said everything and nothing. "I've got to go get to work. I didn't finish my homework last night. I'll see you later okay?"
"Okay Harry. See you." Hermione watched as Harry walked out of the door. "So Ginny, you'd tell me if something was going on between you and Harry, wouldn't you?"
"You never give up do you? There's nothing going on, yet." Ginny commented quickly with a secretive smile and a glance toward the door where Harry had exited.
"Okay Ginny, whatever you say."
"Well, Hermione. As long as we're asking personal questions, I could ask you the same thing. What's going on with you and Draco? Hmm?"
"Nothing. You should know better than that Ginny. We've hated each other for years. Why should that change now that we have to share our dorm?" Hermione faked a laugh that said 'what were you thinking?'. Ginny just stared at her. after a few minutes, Ginny stood and excused herself, saying she had to talk to a friend.
"See you later Ginny."
Okay. So let me know what you think. Where should I go from here? What about Harry and Ginny? What about Ron? Where is he? I just got a knew laptop, so maybe I'll be able to update more now. Later!
Pairing: Hermione/Draco
Rating: R after chapter 4
Summary: It's the summer after sixth year and Hermione Granger has been through hell at home. Without anyone to comfort her, she walks out on her parents and finally flees to Hogwarts. What happens when she arrives is completely unexpected.
Chapter 5: Something's Going On
Hermione woke to streams of sunlight on her face. A pale hand slid over her bare stomach and roamed up to rest under her breasts. Soon the hand continued its journey up her body and over her shoulders. It ran fingers through her hair, caressing her lovingly. She turned her head to watch Draco as he awoke to see his reaction. She was surprised to see a smile slowly light up his face.
"Good morning gorgeous. How did you sleep?" He reached his arm around her waist and tugged her closer to him. Hermione turned her head toward him. He kissed her forehead, eyes, down her nose, and then thoroughly kissed her on the mouth, pressing her into the mattress.
"Morning babe. I had a good night. Did you?" She pulled him back to her and kissed him again, holding him close.
"Yeah. I had a good night. The only thing better is waking up with you beside me."
"Hey come on we need to get up. We've got a dance to plan." She quickly rolled out of bed, pulling the sheet with her. She wrapped it around her body like a toga and walked toward the door.
"Where are you going? Just accio some clothes and stay with me."
"I need to look in my wardrobe to find something. I also have to take a shower. I won't be long. Promise. You get dressed too. Meet me in the commonroom and we'll start planning the Welcome Dance."
"Fine. But don't take long."
Hermione turned from him and walked out the door, down the steps, and into her room. She collapsed on her bed and stared at the ceiling. "What am I doing? Oh, Malfoy. That's right. I'm doing Malfoy. Eeek. I'm doing Malfoy. What is wrong with me? Don't answer that. I just need a long, hot shower. That'll help. Clear my mind." She stood slowly and walked to her closet. "What to wear? Hmm..." Soon she found a skin-tight black mini skirt, a scarlet button-up shirt with long bell sleeves, and a pair of thigh-high black leather boots. She chose a black teddy and black fishnet hose to match.
She wrapped a short silk robe around her and made her way to the bathroom. Draco had not come downstairs yet. As she entered the bathroom, she heard the shower running and found that Draco had come down to take a shower. Hermione placed her clothes on the counter in her dressing room and started her shower. She gathered a special anti-frizz, strawberry scented shampoo and conditioner, and a lavender-scented moisturizing body wash. She ran the water as hot as she could bare it and stepped under the stream. She scrubbed until she was clean and virtuous. Well, not exactly virtuous. After last night, she never would be virtuous again. Oh well. She couldn't take it back. And she didn't really want to.
She heard a door close and knew that Draco had finally left the bathroom. She stepped out of the shower and put on her clothes. Running some curling gel through her hair, she flipped her head over and scrunched her hair until it fell in tight spirals down her shoulders. She carefully applied her makeup, a bit of concealer, black eyeliner and shadow, a light dusting of scarlet blush, and scarlet lipstick completed her look. She twirled in the mirror and, satisfied with her appearance, walked into the commonroom where Draco had already begun to write down ideas for the dance. She sat across from him on the couch. It matched her blouse to perfection so she was framed in red and black.
She looked at Draco and gasped at his choice of attire. He wore tight black leather pants, black leather boots with silver buckles and tips, and a stunning emerald green silk shirt. Framed by the green overstuffed chair, he looked spectacular. His silver eyes blazed with a shimmering fire that she'd never seen in his gaze before. The look was all for her. He looked up and down her body, taking it all in. Hermione cleared her throat. Draco quickly looked up and caught her eyes. They both smiled, slow, knowledgeable smiles. His was the kind of smile that hinted at lascivious things done in the dark of night when most of the world was tucked in their beds sound asleep. Her's was the smile that was all innocence but underneath there was that knowledge of dark secrets and hard times.
"So are you ready to plan this thing or what? I have a few ideas. Do you want to see them?" He pushed a piece of parchement towards her. She took it and read the list aloud.
"Masquerade ball, Black-tie dinner, or a role-playing party. What's a role-playing party?"
"It's a party, or dance, or dinner where everyone dresses up as a different character from a book or play and acts that part for the night. At the end of the night, each person votes on the best role-players, one male, one female, and those people are the King and Queen of the dance. Nothing special, just a game. What do you think?"
"I like it. Let's make out two different plans, one for this role-playing dance-party thing, another for a masquerade ball. We can take both to Dumbledore and see which he would prefer. Let's get started."
They worked on the two plans until lunchtime, then went down to the Great Hall where everyone else had gathered to eat. Draco and Hermione entered the hall and made their way to the front. All eyes followed their movements, until they sat at the front table with the prefects.
"What is going on, Draco? Why is everyone staring at us like that?" Hermione could feel her face warming and thought this was not the time to be blushing. She schooled her face and turned graciously back to the others at the table. "Good afternoon everyone. How are you? Hi Harry, Ginny."
"I'm not certain Hermione, but I think their looking at us. I mean, we're not exactly known for being friends and suddenly we show up for lunch together? Plus we do kind of look like the poster boy and girl for the wizarding world. I didn't even think about other people seeing what I was wearing today. And your skirt is quite short. Most people aren't used to seeing us all dressed up."
"Oops. I wasn't thinking about that this morning either. I just put on what I wanted to wear. I guess I didn't expect to see anyone else, either. Well, they'll get over it. They'll all have to get used to seeing me like this anyway. I'm a bit different than I was last year, you know?"
"I know that, but they don't. And I think it's going to start some rumours. About us, I mean."
"We need to talk later. After lunch. Okay? We've got to figure out what we're going to do if the rumours start." Someone cleared their throat across the table and Hermione looked up.
"Excuse me. Am I interupting something or are you two finished with the whispering?" Hermione and Draco turned to see a very amused and aggravated Harry Potter staring at them.
"Sorry Harry. We're finished. So, what have you been up to?" Hermione noticed that a certain red haired Weasley had scooted her chair very close to Harry's. If Ginny had moved a little to the right she'd have been in his lap.
"Not much yet. Just helping Dumbledore and doing homework and other things. What about you?"
"Draco and I have been trying to plan the Welcome Dance. In fact, after we finish here, we're going up to Dumbledore's office to run our plans by him. And before you even ask, no, I will not tell you our ideas. You can find out at the prefects meeting when we've decided on the theme." Hermione grinned mischieviously and her eyes glistened with anticipation. She knew if she didn't ask now, she may not be able to embarrass him later. "So, Harry, what's going on with you and Ginny?"
"Whatever are you talking about Hermione?" Harry spluttered indignantly. He glanced at Ginny whose face was slowly becoming redder and redder. He slipped his leg nearer to her's and gave it a quick, warning kick. She glanced at him and regained control of herself.
"Oh Harry. Don't play dumb with me. Something's going on. You may not be willing to admit it or notice it, but it's there all the same." Hermione smirked at him and knew she'd hit her mark. Now the question was, would he admit anything to her or not?
"Nothing's going on, I promise. Would I lie to you?" Harry gave her an innocent smile that said everything and nothing. "I've got to go get to work. I didn't finish my homework last night. I'll see you later okay?"
"Okay Harry. See you." Hermione watched as Harry walked out of the door. "So Ginny, you'd tell me if something was going on between you and Harry, wouldn't you?"
"You never give up do you? There's nothing going on, yet." Ginny commented quickly with a secretive smile and a glance toward the door where Harry had exited.
"Okay Ginny, whatever you say."
"Well, Hermione. As long as we're asking personal questions, I could ask you the same thing. What's going on with you and Draco? Hmm?"
"Nothing. You should know better than that Ginny. We've hated each other for years. Why should that change now that we have to share our dorm?" Hermione faked a laugh that said 'what were you thinking?'. Ginny just stared at her. after a few minutes, Ginny stood and excused herself, saying she had to talk to a friend.
"See you later Ginny."
Okay. So let me know what you think. Where should I go from here? What about Harry and Ginny? What about Ron? Where is he? I just got a knew laptop, so maybe I'll be able to update more now. Later!