Since I devoted 2 WHOLE chapters to Hermione, I thought that Drakkie-poo
should get at least ONE. JUST for him... Enjoy and please review! So very
sorry for not updating as fast as I should be!
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Draco Malfoy watched the fire burn in the fireplace, the dancing flames casting a shadow on his features as he sat in a chair. Beyond him, his long time rival, when it came to grades at least, remained oblivious to the world on his king-sized bed.
It was rather disturbing for him to have found her like that, looking so broken and... used. He'd gotten worried when she hadn't shown up for their usual breakfast meeting in their common room. Breakfast being the only time they had to actually talk to one another civilly because of the differences between their houses.
Not that he'd ever admit that he enjoyed their time spent together in the mornings. Or even that he'd been worried about her at all...a filthy little Know-It-All Mudblood.
But she wasn't really... she just put on that act for everyone. Heck, maybe she put on that act for herself too! But Draco didn't care about her right? Even if a truce they'd called last year had improved their relations with one another. Hell, that little truce had even helped their grades! Seeing as how they didn't need to glare at each other in class anymore and could therefore, concentrate on what the respective professor was droning on about. Yup, Draco Malfoy cared nothing at all for the little Mudblood he shared a common room with, as it was part of their being Head Girl and Boy.
Nope... definitely no way he cared about her...
Which explains why, exactly, he'd knocked down the door to their connecting bathroom when he got worried that she didn't answer and he'd heard a strange noise...
He hid his face in his hands.
'Fuck...' he thought, peering through his fingers to look at the mesmerising fire once again.
'Fuckity fuck fuck! What in Merlin's name did I do to deserve this?!' he thought viciously, glaring at the fire.
The Dark Lord was dead and gone, killed by the Boy-Who-Won't-Just-DIE. With the help, of course, of two turncoat Death Eaters... His Uncle Snape and himself.
'Damn Granger!' he thought, reclining back into his chair. The red and gold licks of flame taunted him with their erotic forbidden dances.
'Can't even look at fire anymore without being reminded of her.'
He sighed and brought his right leg up to rest over his left knee.
'Since when did I get so obsessed over her anyway?' he asked himself, cupping his chin in a cool palm. The firelight threw the stormy grey of his eyes into a burning multitude of color and his sharp aristocratic features into relief.
'I remember now...It was when the silly girl threw herself in front of a Cruciatus spell Father cast when he realized that I'd betrayed him.'
Sparks flew from the fire as the burning wood crackled.
'Damn that girl for being so... so... for being so Gryffindor! If she'd just let me alone to die then I wouldn't have any of these problems. I wouldn't be going crazy because I want her so badly my eyes cross because I KNOW I can't have her!!! And I most definitely would NOT be talking to myself! Even if it IS inside my own messed-up head!!!'
A low moan distracted him from his thoughts and he rushed to her side.
"Hermione?" he whispered, not wanting to cause her pain in case she had a headache. Which she most likely DID...
She rolled over on to her side and cracked open an eye. A confused and glazed over brown orb stared up at him.
"Draco?" she asked, thoroughly confused at what the boy was doing in her room. Blinking to chase away the sleep, she sat up in bed, not heeding the black silk covers falling away from her body. Her very naked body that was now open for private viewing to one Draco Malfoy.
'Oh shit.'
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Draco Malfoy watched the fire burn in the fireplace, the dancing flames casting a shadow on his features as he sat in a chair. Beyond him, his long time rival, when it came to grades at least, remained oblivious to the world on his king-sized bed.
It was rather disturbing for him to have found her like that, looking so broken and... used. He'd gotten worried when she hadn't shown up for their usual breakfast meeting in their common room. Breakfast being the only time they had to actually talk to one another civilly because of the differences between their houses.
Not that he'd ever admit that he enjoyed their time spent together in the mornings. Or even that he'd been worried about her at all...a filthy little Know-It-All Mudblood.
But she wasn't really... she just put on that act for everyone. Heck, maybe she put on that act for herself too! But Draco didn't care about her right? Even if a truce they'd called last year had improved their relations with one another. Hell, that little truce had even helped their grades! Seeing as how they didn't need to glare at each other in class anymore and could therefore, concentrate on what the respective professor was droning on about. Yup, Draco Malfoy cared nothing at all for the little Mudblood he shared a common room with, as it was part of their being Head Girl and Boy.
Nope... definitely no way he cared about her...
Which explains why, exactly, he'd knocked down the door to their connecting bathroom when he got worried that she didn't answer and he'd heard a strange noise...
He hid his face in his hands.
'Fuck...' he thought, peering through his fingers to look at the mesmerising fire once again.
'Fuckity fuck fuck! What in Merlin's name did I do to deserve this?!' he thought viciously, glaring at the fire.
The Dark Lord was dead and gone, killed by the Boy-Who-Won't-Just-DIE. With the help, of course, of two turncoat Death Eaters... His Uncle Snape and himself.
'Damn Granger!' he thought, reclining back into his chair. The red and gold licks of flame taunted him with their erotic forbidden dances.
'Can't even look at fire anymore without being reminded of her.'
He sighed and brought his right leg up to rest over his left knee.
'Since when did I get so obsessed over her anyway?' he asked himself, cupping his chin in a cool palm. The firelight threw the stormy grey of his eyes into a burning multitude of color and his sharp aristocratic features into relief.
'I remember now...It was when the silly girl threw herself in front of a Cruciatus spell Father cast when he realized that I'd betrayed him.'
Sparks flew from the fire as the burning wood crackled.
'Damn that girl for being so... so... for being so Gryffindor! If she'd just let me alone to die then I wouldn't have any of these problems. I wouldn't be going crazy because I want her so badly my eyes cross because I KNOW I can't have her!!! And I most definitely would NOT be talking to myself! Even if it IS inside my own messed-up head!!!'
A low moan distracted him from his thoughts and he rushed to her side.
"Hermione?" he whispered, not wanting to cause her pain in case she had a headache. Which she most likely DID...
She rolled over on to her side and cracked open an eye. A confused and glazed over brown orb stared up at him.
"Draco?" she asked, thoroughly confused at what the boy was doing in her room. Blinking to chase away the sleep, she sat up in bed, not heeding the black silk covers falling away from her body. Her very naked body that was now open for private viewing to one Draco Malfoy.
'Oh shit.'
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Well??? Please leave a review! That little purple button is getting a mite... shall we say? LONELY???