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Chapter 12: Quidditch and "The Announcement."
When you arise at the harbinger of dawn the first thing you notice are your surroundings, whether they are comforting or displeasing. Memories of the night before come rushing back like a forceful river and vivid images seem to replay themselves like a movie..much like Draco's morning.
He lay in his bed, alone, with his hands behind his head, looking sideways out toward the morning sky speckled with orange, gold, purple, blue and red, colors that brought back memories of her, the one girl....no, woman, who he thought was worthy of lying in his bed, but she wasn't there.
Any sign of her presence was yet to be seen anywhere in the room making it seem all like a wild fantasy, but Draco knew he wasn't dreaming. Her goddess like scent was still evident on the dark green pillow beside him and it would not leave him alone, taunting him, slowly destroying him. He felt a slight stir in his stomach at the very memory of her. Was it guilt, anger, torment? Or possibly fear of rejection?
Draco began to question the absence of her presence and cursed himself for actually wanting her, yearning for her touch, needing her. However the greater question was why did he feel this way?
After all it was just one night. One night couldn't change things so drastically, or so Draco thought. Hermione had a way of melting his stone cold heart. It was simply more than magic.
"Mr. Slytherin" slipped out of his comfortable bed and groggily made his way toward the bathroom. The door was closed however not locked. Draco's hand was a few centimeters away from the knob when the door flew open letting out a massive cloud of steam.
From the midst, Hermione emerged with a red fluffy towel wrapped around her curvaceous body. Her wet hair, which was not in its usual bushy form being that it was drenched, fell down her back like a waterfall of deep brown.
The towel didn't hide Hermione's treasures. It was loose around her chest exposing her large breast, which threatened to spill out any minute. Little beads of water vapor slid down over the hills of her breast and down into the deep crevice in between.
Her brown eyes twinkled like it held the sun and her pleasant strawberry vanilla scent raided Draco's nasal passage. Most young men Draco's age would have lost their minds looking at Hermione, but behind all "this woman" was a kind, fiery, understanding, strong willed, and almost vulnerable girl that only Draco could see. That was the real beauty of it all.
Both Draco and Hermione smiled at each other and went their separate ways, to start a new day.
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Draco made his way to the Great Hall. Just as he entered, Pansy let out an almighty shriek of glee and beckoned him to a seat next to her, which Draco had no intention of taking.
Instead of approaching Pansy, like she expected him to, he completely ignored her and stood in front of Crabbe and Goyle. As an alternative of seating him self in the empty seat those two had saved for him he placed his foot on the spot and surveyed the table.
Pansy shot him a glare of the deepest loathing, but then covered it up with a look of absolute merriment. She eased her self out of her seat and walked over to Draco, who was in deep conversation with his two goons. He placed one hand on his knee and rubbed his chin trying to ignore Pansy's wandering hands that found themselves in places which were illicit to her.
But, of course he couldn't brush her off like he wanted to. Every person at the Slytherin table knew about Draco and Pansy's relationship and their future together. It seemed as though they were madly in love and destined to marry each other, in the process producing another strong Malfoy heir just to add to the family name.
To brush Pansy off in front of their fellow Slytherins was like making a public statement saying that he had intentions to disgrace the family name, that of which had serious consequences which Draco wanted to avoid.
To make life easier for him he absorbed every kiss and proclamation of her love in public but behind closed door they took their anger out on each other.
From behind he could hear approaching footsteps. Immediately Pansy emitted a cat like hiss and stopped caressing his stomach, all the Slytherins rose from their seats looking murderous, and Crabbe and Goyle began to threateningly flex their muscles.
Draco knew that even the most loathed teacher couldn't make his peers behave like homicidal savages. It had to be the Gryffindors approaching them and of course he was right. Before he turned to face them Harry spoke up.
"Malfoy. I suppose you already realize that the first game of the season is approaching?"
Draco straightened up a bit and turned to face the whole crowd of Gryffindors. Harry was in front and behind him was a motley crew of forty or more house mates including the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Right by Harry's side was Hermione and Ron.
This made Draco's blood boil. She didn't belong there. The insane amount of loyalty she showed toward her other two cronies annoyed him. The amount of support she always gave them made him want to strangle them all. Some may describe it as jealousy but Draco classified it as everlasting house rivalry.
"Here to tell us another cock and bull story about how you're on to most of us and our little schemes to bring Gryffindor down? It's not very likely that your here to wish us a good morning. Is it Potter?" Draco spat menacingly making the whole hall of students quiet down.
"Shut your trap Malfoy," Ron bellowed with heat rising in his face. "Or I'll bash your head in." Ron finished while advancing on Malfoy.
Crabbe and Goyle also rushed forward ready for attack. Hermione and Ginny pulled Ron back as Millicent Bulstrode tried to calm Crabbe and Goyle down.
"I'm here to discuss Quidditch Malfoy, not start a duel." Harry managed to say through clenched teeth.
"Well then-" Malfoy began but Harry cut him off during mid sentence.
"The first game of the season is on November 1st. Slytherin versus Gryffindor-."
"Yes Potter, another lovely opportunity for you and your arrogant team to show off. Isn't it? Can't stand a moment out of the spotlight? Typical idiot! Too blind with fame to see the truth." Draco drawled. The whole table of Slytherin's roared with laughter.
Harry ignored his comment and proceeded to continue but Hermione spoke a piece of her mind first.
"Are you implying that Harry's a fame hungry imbecile? Funny you should share that piece of information with us when you, yourself want what he's got. You can't deny it. You want his talent, good looks, and fame,"
Every person in the room let out an audible gasp of surprise. In the midst of it Hermione heard Pansy whisper, "How dare she?" and Blaise Zabini growl, "That mudblood will pay!"
"Isn't that why you spent your school days taunting him, trying to break his spirit, and conquer him. What it all comes down to in the end is that Harry's beaten you at your own game. Not once, not twice, but numerable times,"
The sound of Crabbe and Goyle cracking their knuckles seem to drum in her ears. Harry and Ron's protest didn't stop her from continuing passionately.
"As much as you try Malfoy, you'll never be the man Harry's become. And you can't live with the fact that you'll never beat him." Hermione finished slightly out of breath.
The room was dangerously silent. Not a soul moved as if they were waiting to see who would jinx who first. Every Gryffindor stood thunderstruck at Hermione's truthful words, all Slytherin girls looked close to tears, and the boys stood stiffly in their places looking left and right, wondering what to do next. .
When no one made a move for their wand, the audience of Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws let out a collective sigh of relief. Malfoy's expression however was still impassive, but Hermione knew him better than that.
He was blazing inside. She knew Malfoy was fighting the urge to Avada her on the spot. He made an attempt to comment but Colin Creevey burst out.
"THAT'S RIGHT MALFOY. WE'LL BEAT YOUR ARSE TO PIECES. WITH RON AND GINNY RESUMING THEIR POSITIONS AS KEEPER AND CHASER, YOU DON'T STAND A CHANCE."
Every person from Gryffindor had to smile knowing it was the truth. Ginny and Ron were superb players, and the team was glad they were back on.
"Well Malfoy I'll be seeing you around," Hermione said still smirking beginning to walk away. The crowd behind her followed. Before leaving the Great Hall Hermione turned around to make a final statement.
"Oh also, If truth be told Malfoy it wouldn't be wise to use this as a reason to try and beat us on November 1st. Like Colin has just informed you, it'll be useless."
All the Grffindors let out a roar of triumph as Hermione led them out the door.
Harry watch her leave with pride evident in his features. Before making an exit himself Harry resumed to giving Malfoy the information he needed to hear.
"Fair game Malfoy. No tricks. Got it?!" he finished and made a hasty exit to catch up with the rest of the crew.
Draco stood there transfixed on the spot with murder in his eyes. Once again the incredible- trio- that -gets- into -so much- shit- and -never- dies had made another successful attempt to insult him.
"Get me a bottle of fire whiskey!" he demanded. Crabbe and Goyle made an attempt to retreat to the secret stash in the Slytherin common room but Pansy stopped them.
"But Draco you know that can't be done. Snape will go mad if he found out!" Pansy whined.
"I said get me a bottle of fire whiskey!" he growled in a dangerously low voice that shook with anger. A vein in his temple began to pulse madly.
"Snape will go mad Draco. NO!"
Losing his temper he turned around and slammed his fist into the table making a jug of pumpkin juice fall on a first year girl.
"Get me the FUCKING WHISKEY NOW!" Pansy ran off quickly and most Slytherins turned their attention to something else. Today was just not going well for Draco.
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As Hermione made her way to the Great Hall she couldn't help at be pleased with her self while reflecting on this mornings events.
There was no doubt that Malfoy got what he deserved. Even though she was displeased with him, she began to worry about the rash decisions Draco might make to get revenge.
She wondered if he felt betrayed and scandalized. After all they shared last night she came right back and insulted him just like he was the same bastard that made her life miserable for six years straight.
But she was enjoying Harry, Ron, and Ginny's company too much to worry any further. Putting the thought behind her she sat at the House table and enjoyed a scrumptious dinner.
After all the chatty students completed their meals the gold plates magically cleared them selves of any leftover material and Professor Dumbledore stood up and waved a hand over the crowd to quiet them down.
"Ah yes, good night to you all," he chimed while his blue eyes sparkled. "As some of you may know the Quidditch season will commence shortly. As a matter of fact, I have just been informed that the first game of the season will take place on November 1st, the day after Halloween Ball. I dare say that some of you may be too tired from Inter house festivities to attend," Dumbledore stated and winked.
Every student in the hall lowered their heads to hide their smirks. Of course Dumbledore knew about all the after parties in the Common rooms of each house. It was an unwritten rule.
"However, the faculty still encourages you to support your house mates. Slytherin versus Gryffindor, I suppose. The winning team will help to earn points for the House Cup and the Quidditch Cup." As soon as Dumbledore finished the hall burst out in idle prattle. He took some time to converse with Professor McGonagall, who sat beside him beaming as though she was waiting for something special.
Professor Dumbledore straightened up and lightly knocked his glass with a fork to regain control. Immediately, the hall became silent.
"This is in regards to our seniors at Hogwarts. Alas, your final year has come. There are many things that you should be aware of. Although the term has just started, I strongly suggest that you begin studying for your N.E.W.T's for they are dreadfully difficult. The purpose of these exams are meant to test what you've have learned here at Hogwarts for seven years. This shall prove whether you're ready for to venture the wizarding world as an adult." Each seventh year student let out a groan except for Hermione who looked thoroughly pleased.
"On a happier note," Dumbledore continued. "The Graduation Ball in scheduled for June 19th and the Graduation will take place the following morning. Good night. Sleep well." Dumbledore finished and all the students began to file out.
Hermione walked with all the Gryffindors to the Common room then made her exit to the Head girl/boy chambers. Humming to herself she entered the common room which was dimly lit on account of the weak fire that cracked and popped occasionally. The shadows of miscellaneous objects in the room danced on the ceiling.
Ignoring all this, Hermione headed to her room. Suddenly, a glass with a brown strong smelling liquid flew past her head and broke on her door. She ducked as glass and liquor flew in all directions. In the corner a drawling voice, one that she knew too well began to taunt her.
"Feel special don't you?" He sneered.
"As a matter of fact, yes." Hermione retorted walking over to Malfoy. His white crisp shirt was buttoned down. As usual Hermione became distracted by his handsome face but she stood there defiantly, prepared for what came next.
Draco didn't answer or react violently. His anger was not as evident as it was earlier. He leaned on the wall in a lazy fashion and surveyed Hermione. She looked into those loveable eyes and saw that they were no longer the same icy blue gray hue.
Curiously, Hermione leaned in to get a better look. His irises were a dangerous shade of blood red. For a while Hermione stood there pondering until she noticed that little specks of black beginning to leak out from his pupils.
In a second these specks expanded, like an inky stream in all directions and took over both irises. Next he blinked and his eyes became piercing green. Hermione took a step back.
From the top a bright red began to cover the green as slowly as a malicious smirk spread across his lips. Bit by bit Draco advanced towards Hermione who took little steps backward until she fell into a nearby arm chair. He smiled in satisfaction and cornered her by placing both of his arms on the armrest of the chair and leaned in towards her face.
"Not so brave, now are we Granger?" he whispered deadly low looking her in the eyes as his transformed back to their original color.
Narrowing her eyes she shot back "What are you playing at?"
"I'm not playing any games tonight Granger," he spat still whispering. "This is serious business."
"You got what you deserved Malfoy!"
"I don't tolerate insults from two faced mudblood whores like you Granger," Draco said while fooling with a piece of broken glass.
"We're going to have to do something about that, aren't we Granger?"
Draco placed the glass piece at the corner of Hermione's eye and slid it down her cheek, but not hard enough to cut her. When he reached her lips he added pressure. Hermione gasped and closed her eyes as soon as the cold glass landed on her delicate skin.
"You don't mean that." She declared hoping to sound confident.
"You think you know me too well," Draco responded. He slid the glass down her neck and onto her chest.
Hermione placed her hand on his to stop him from going any further. "You're not going to harm me in any way tonight. I know your not."
Slowly she leaned forward to kiss him and Draco found him self not pulling away. It was true. He couldn't harm her, not Hermione. Although he was angry with her, Draco couldn't bring himself to do what he had intended to do. Destroy something that beautiful was a sin.
The kiss was slow and full of unbridled passion. Draco took as much time as he needed to explore everything within. She felt his tongue slowly running against her lips and then parting hers slowly. Hermione's heart began racing and heat started to rise in her face.
His tongue caressed hers in a sensual way. His soft lips against hers made her legs shake. Draco ran his hand down her chest and stomach, and then caressed her legs. He moved it back up to her back and massaged the smalls of her back. As the kiss intensified his grip on her began to tighten.
Hermione felt the need to get closer to him. She wanted more than she already had; much like a greedy child would want candy. Involuntarily Hermione pulled Draco by the collar towards her.
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't slit your throat?" He said pulling away.
Hermione raised her eyebrows. A wide smile spread across her lips. "Because you need me."
"I'm my own man Granger. I don't need anyone. I thought you knew that." He replied smirking.
"You need me more than you think you do." Hermione declared and got up to retreat to her room, ending the hectic day with a fantasy like kiss.
A/N: This chapter was just an introductory chapter into something more dramatic. Anyways read and review. Also because it's the summer, I started a new fan fic called "the reunion." I'll try to post the first chapter sometime this week if not next week.
Chapter 12: Quidditch and "The Announcement."
When you arise at the harbinger of dawn the first thing you notice are your surroundings, whether they are comforting or displeasing. Memories of the night before come rushing back like a forceful river and vivid images seem to replay themselves like a movie..much like Draco's morning.
He lay in his bed, alone, with his hands behind his head, looking sideways out toward the morning sky speckled with orange, gold, purple, blue and red, colors that brought back memories of her, the one girl....no, woman, who he thought was worthy of lying in his bed, but she wasn't there.
Any sign of her presence was yet to be seen anywhere in the room making it seem all like a wild fantasy, but Draco knew he wasn't dreaming. Her goddess like scent was still evident on the dark green pillow beside him and it would not leave him alone, taunting him, slowly destroying him. He felt a slight stir in his stomach at the very memory of her. Was it guilt, anger, torment? Or possibly fear of rejection?
Draco began to question the absence of her presence and cursed himself for actually wanting her, yearning for her touch, needing her. However the greater question was why did he feel this way?
After all it was just one night. One night couldn't change things so drastically, or so Draco thought. Hermione had a way of melting his stone cold heart. It was simply more than magic.
"Mr. Slytherin" slipped out of his comfortable bed and groggily made his way toward the bathroom. The door was closed however not locked. Draco's hand was a few centimeters away from the knob when the door flew open letting out a massive cloud of steam.
From the midst, Hermione emerged with a red fluffy towel wrapped around her curvaceous body. Her wet hair, which was not in its usual bushy form being that it was drenched, fell down her back like a waterfall of deep brown.
The towel didn't hide Hermione's treasures. It was loose around her chest exposing her large breast, which threatened to spill out any minute. Little beads of water vapor slid down over the hills of her breast and down into the deep crevice in between.
Her brown eyes twinkled like it held the sun and her pleasant strawberry vanilla scent raided Draco's nasal passage. Most young men Draco's age would have lost their minds looking at Hermione, but behind all "this woman" was a kind, fiery, understanding, strong willed, and almost vulnerable girl that only Draco could see. That was the real beauty of it all.
Both Draco and Hermione smiled at each other and went their separate ways, to start a new day.
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Draco made his way to the Great Hall. Just as he entered, Pansy let out an almighty shriek of glee and beckoned him to a seat next to her, which Draco had no intention of taking.
Instead of approaching Pansy, like she expected him to, he completely ignored her and stood in front of Crabbe and Goyle. As an alternative of seating him self in the empty seat those two had saved for him he placed his foot on the spot and surveyed the table.
Pansy shot him a glare of the deepest loathing, but then covered it up with a look of absolute merriment. She eased her self out of her seat and walked over to Draco, who was in deep conversation with his two goons. He placed one hand on his knee and rubbed his chin trying to ignore Pansy's wandering hands that found themselves in places which were illicit to her.
But, of course he couldn't brush her off like he wanted to. Every person at the Slytherin table knew about Draco and Pansy's relationship and their future together. It seemed as though they were madly in love and destined to marry each other, in the process producing another strong Malfoy heir just to add to the family name.
To brush Pansy off in front of their fellow Slytherins was like making a public statement saying that he had intentions to disgrace the family name, that of which had serious consequences which Draco wanted to avoid.
To make life easier for him he absorbed every kiss and proclamation of her love in public but behind closed door they took their anger out on each other.
From behind he could hear approaching footsteps. Immediately Pansy emitted a cat like hiss and stopped caressing his stomach, all the Slytherins rose from their seats looking murderous, and Crabbe and Goyle began to threateningly flex their muscles.
Draco knew that even the most loathed teacher couldn't make his peers behave like homicidal savages. It had to be the Gryffindors approaching them and of course he was right. Before he turned to face them Harry spoke up.
"Malfoy. I suppose you already realize that the first game of the season is approaching?"
Draco straightened up a bit and turned to face the whole crowd of Gryffindors. Harry was in front and behind him was a motley crew of forty or more house mates including the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Right by Harry's side was Hermione and Ron.
This made Draco's blood boil. She didn't belong there. The insane amount of loyalty she showed toward her other two cronies annoyed him. The amount of support she always gave them made him want to strangle them all. Some may describe it as jealousy but Draco classified it as everlasting house rivalry.
"Here to tell us another cock and bull story about how you're on to most of us and our little schemes to bring Gryffindor down? It's not very likely that your here to wish us a good morning. Is it Potter?" Draco spat menacingly making the whole hall of students quiet down.
"Shut your trap Malfoy," Ron bellowed with heat rising in his face. "Or I'll bash your head in." Ron finished while advancing on Malfoy.
Crabbe and Goyle also rushed forward ready for attack. Hermione and Ginny pulled Ron back as Millicent Bulstrode tried to calm Crabbe and Goyle down.
"I'm here to discuss Quidditch Malfoy, not start a duel." Harry managed to say through clenched teeth.
"Well then-" Malfoy began but Harry cut him off during mid sentence.
"The first game of the season is on November 1st. Slytherin versus Gryffindor-."
"Yes Potter, another lovely opportunity for you and your arrogant team to show off. Isn't it? Can't stand a moment out of the spotlight? Typical idiot! Too blind with fame to see the truth." Draco drawled. The whole table of Slytherin's roared with laughter.
Harry ignored his comment and proceeded to continue but Hermione spoke a piece of her mind first.
"Are you implying that Harry's a fame hungry imbecile? Funny you should share that piece of information with us when you, yourself want what he's got. You can't deny it. You want his talent, good looks, and fame,"
Every person in the room let out an audible gasp of surprise. In the midst of it Hermione heard Pansy whisper, "How dare she?" and Blaise Zabini growl, "That mudblood will pay!"
"Isn't that why you spent your school days taunting him, trying to break his spirit, and conquer him. What it all comes down to in the end is that Harry's beaten you at your own game. Not once, not twice, but numerable times,"
The sound of Crabbe and Goyle cracking their knuckles seem to drum in her ears. Harry and Ron's protest didn't stop her from continuing passionately.
"As much as you try Malfoy, you'll never be the man Harry's become. And you can't live with the fact that you'll never beat him." Hermione finished slightly out of breath.
The room was dangerously silent. Not a soul moved as if they were waiting to see who would jinx who first. Every Gryffindor stood thunderstruck at Hermione's truthful words, all Slytherin girls looked close to tears, and the boys stood stiffly in their places looking left and right, wondering what to do next. .
When no one made a move for their wand, the audience of Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws let out a collective sigh of relief. Malfoy's expression however was still impassive, but Hermione knew him better than that.
He was blazing inside. She knew Malfoy was fighting the urge to Avada her on the spot. He made an attempt to comment but Colin Creevey burst out.
"THAT'S RIGHT MALFOY. WE'LL BEAT YOUR ARSE TO PIECES. WITH RON AND GINNY RESUMING THEIR POSITIONS AS KEEPER AND CHASER, YOU DON'T STAND A CHANCE."
Every person from Gryffindor had to smile knowing it was the truth. Ginny and Ron were superb players, and the team was glad they were back on.
"Well Malfoy I'll be seeing you around," Hermione said still smirking beginning to walk away. The crowd behind her followed. Before leaving the Great Hall Hermione turned around to make a final statement.
"Oh also, If truth be told Malfoy it wouldn't be wise to use this as a reason to try and beat us on November 1st. Like Colin has just informed you, it'll be useless."
All the Grffindors let out a roar of triumph as Hermione led them out the door.
Harry watch her leave with pride evident in his features. Before making an exit himself Harry resumed to giving Malfoy the information he needed to hear.
"Fair game Malfoy. No tricks. Got it?!" he finished and made a hasty exit to catch up with the rest of the crew.
Draco stood there transfixed on the spot with murder in his eyes. Once again the incredible- trio- that -gets- into -so much- shit- and -never- dies had made another successful attempt to insult him.
"Get me a bottle of fire whiskey!" he demanded. Crabbe and Goyle made an attempt to retreat to the secret stash in the Slytherin common room but Pansy stopped them.
"But Draco you know that can't be done. Snape will go mad if he found out!" Pansy whined.
"I said get me a bottle of fire whiskey!" he growled in a dangerously low voice that shook with anger. A vein in his temple began to pulse madly.
"Snape will go mad Draco. NO!"
Losing his temper he turned around and slammed his fist into the table making a jug of pumpkin juice fall on a first year girl.
"Get me the FUCKING WHISKEY NOW!" Pansy ran off quickly and most Slytherins turned their attention to something else. Today was just not going well for Draco.
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As Hermione made her way to the Great Hall she couldn't help at be pleased with her self while reflecting on this mornings events.
There was no doubt that Malfoy got what he deserved. Even though she was displeased with him, she began to worry about the rash decisions Draco might make to get revenge.
She wondered if he felt betrayed and scandalized. After all they shared last night she came right back and insulted him just like he was the same bastard that made her life miserable for six years straight.
But she was enjoying Harry, Ron, and Ginny's company too much to worry any further. Putting the thought behind her she sat at the House table and enjoyed a scrumptious dinner.
After all the chatty students completed their meals the gold plates magically cleared them selves of any leftover material and Professor Dumbledore stood up and waved a hand over the crowd to quiet them down.
"Ah yes, good night to you all," he chimed while his blue eyes sparkled. "As some of you may know the Quidditch season will commence shortly. As a matter of fact, I have just been informed that the first game of the season will take place on November 1st, the day after Halloween Ball. I dare say that some of you may be too tired from Inter house festivities to attend," Dumbledore stated and winked.
Every student in the hall lowered their heads to hide their smirks. Of course Dumbledore knew about all the after parties in the Common rooms of each house. It was an unwritten rule.
"However, the faculty still encourages you to support your house mates. Slytherin versus Gryffindor, I suppose. The winning team will help to earn points for the House Cup and the Quidditch Cup." As soon as Dumbledore finished the hall burst out in idle prattle. He took some time to converse with Professor McGonagall, who sat beside him beaming as though she was waiting for something special.
Professor Dumbledore straightened up and lightly knocked his glass with a fork to regain control. Immediately, the hall became silent.
"This is in regards to our seniors at Hogwarts. Alas, your final year has come. There are many things that you should be aware of. Although the term has just started, I strongly suggest that you begin studying for your N.E.W.T's for they are dreadfully difficult. The purpose of these exams are meant to test what you've have learned here at Hogwarts for seven years. This shall prove whether you're ready for to venture the wizarding world as an adult." Each seventh year student let out a groan except for Hermione who looked thoroughly pleased.
"On a happier note," Dumbledore continued. "The Graduation Ball in scheduled for June 19th and the Graduation will take place the following morning. Good night. Sleep well." Dumbledore finished and all the students began to file out.
Hermione walked with all the Gryffindors to the Common room then made her exit to the Head girl/boy chambers. Humming to herself she entered the common room which was dimly lit on account of the weak fire that cracked and popped occasionally. The shadows of miscellaneous objects in the room danced on the ceiling.
Ignoring all this, Hermione headed to her room. Suddenly, a glass with a brown strong smelling liquid flew past her head and broke on her door. She ducked as glass and liquor flew in all directions. In the corner a drawling voice, one that she knew too well began to taunt her.
"Feel special don't you?" He sneered.
"As a matter of fact, yes." Hermione retorted walking over to Malfoy. His white crisp shirt was buttoned down. As usual Hermione became distracted by his handsome face but she stood there defiantly, prepared for what came next.
Draco didn't answer or react violently. His anger was not as evident as it was earlier. He leaned on the wall in a lazy fashion and surveyed Hermione. She looked into those loveable eyes and saw that they were no longer the same icy blue gray hue.
Curiously, Hermione leaned in to get a better look. His irises were a dangerous shade of blood red. For a while Hermione stood there pondering until she noticed that little specks of black beginning to leak out from his pupils.
In a second these specks expanded, like an inky stream in all directions and took over both irises. Next he blinked and his eyes became piercing green. Hermione took a step back.
From the top a bright red began to cover the green as slowly as a malicious smirk spread across his lips. Bit by bit Draco advanced towards Hermione who took little steps backward until she fell into a nearby arm chair. He smiled in satisfaction and cornered her by placing both of his arms on the armrest of the chair and leaned in towards her face.
"Not so brave, now are we Granger?" he whispered deadly low looking her in the eyes as his transformed back to their original color.
Narrowing her eyes she shot back "What are you playing at?"
"I'm not playing any games tonight Granger," he spat still whispering. "This is serious business."
"You got what you deserved Malfoy!"
"I don't tolerate insults from two faced mudblood whores like you Granger," Draco said while fooling with a piece of broken glass.
"We're going to have to do something about that, aren't we Granger?"
Draco placed the glass piece at the corner of Hermione's eye and slid it down her cheek, but not hard enough to cut her. When he reached her lips he added pressure. Hermione gasped and closed her eyes as soon as the cold glass landed on her delicate skin.
"You don't mean that." She declared hoping to sound confident.
"You think you know me too well," Draco responded. He slid the glass down her neck and onto her chest.
Hermione placed her hand on his to stop him from going any further. "You're not going to harm me in any way tonight. I know your not."
Slowly she leaned forward to kiss him and Draco found him self not pulling away. It was true. He couldn't harm her, not Hermione. Although he was angry with her, Draco couldn't bring himself to do what he had intended to do. Destroy something that beautiful was a sin.
The kiss was slow and full of unbridled passion. Draco took as much time as he needed to explore everything within. She felt his tongue slowly running against her lips and then parting hers slowly. Hermione's heart began racing and heat started to rise in her face.
His tongue caressed hers in a sensual way. His soft lips against hers made her legs shake. Draco ran his hand down her chest and stomach, and then caressed her legs. He moved it back up to her back and massaged the smalls of her back. As the kiss intensified his grip on her began to tighten.
Hermione felt the need to get closer to him. She wanted more than she already had; much like a greedy child would want candy. Involuntarily Hermione pulled Draco by the collar towards her.
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't slit your throat?" He said pulling away.
Hermione raised her eyebrows. A wide smile spread across her lips. "Because you need me."
"I'm my own man Granger. I don't need anyone. I thought you knew that." He replied smirking.
"You need me more than you think you do." Hermione declared and got up to retreat to her room, ending the hectic day with a fantasy like kiss.
A/N: This chapter was just an introductory chapter into something more dramatic. Anyways read and review. Also because it's the summer, I started a new fan fic called "the reunion." I'll try to post the first chapter sometime this week if not next week.
