Chapter 11

The Goddess Falls

            Hermione Granger woke up early the next morning. After deciding to stay in bed until it was time to get up, she thought about her vision of the perfect man. Hermione imagined him tall, strong, with well-defined muscles. She had to feel protected around him, right? Imagining him wrapping his arms around her, she felt anxiety in her chest. He had to be handsome. With manly facial structure, she loved guys with wide jawbones. Besides their appearance, her perfect man had to be smart. He had to want to be something in life, motivated to succeed. She really got annoyed by those idiots who didn't do homework, didn't study and didn't want to do anything with their lives. Hermione couldn't imagine being with someone who wasn't as smart, or more than she was. He had to challenge her mind and keep her on her toes.

            After a couple of minutes had passed, she decided to get up and get dressed. For today's wardrobe, Hermione chose a pink, low-cut, V-shaped shirt and a cute little tight khaki miniskirt. The shirt went up a little above her hard, tanned stomach, which would make any guy drool over her the second he saw her. Noticing her lack of accessories, she added a black belt and a silver necklace with an arrow pointing down to the middle of her cleavage. Hermione checked herself in the mirror after she was done and she looked infatuating.

            "I look hot!" she couldn't help but say it out loud to the mirror.

            She walked out of her room and down the hall to the common room. Draco was waiting for her on the sofa. He seemed a little nervous about something. Hermione just watched him for a while, with a smirk on her face. She had a little hunch about what he was fidgety over. Wait a second…did she just say that Draco was nervous and fidgety? The Draco Malfoy…fidgety? Oh, please! As if that was ever going to happen.

            Quietly walking over to the sofa he was sitting on, she placed her hand on his shoulder at the same time as she said, "Good morning, Malfoy,"

            Draco jumped at the sound of her voice. How long had she been here for? For the first time in his life he felt a little…shaky. Clam down, man, it's just a girl. You've never done that before. This is as natural to you as breathing. Just take it slow…He hid his distressful behavior, hoping that she hadn't noticed it. Hermione was still behind him, and he hadn't looked her way yet.

            "Morning, Granger," Draco replied in a sexy voice.

            Turning around, he slowly laid his eyes upon her. They traveled up her shapely legs all the way to her face. His eyes widened as he was looking at her, and his jaw dropped. Dirty, nasty, wicked thoughts scrambled through his head at the sight of her body.

            Hermione noticed Draco's a little unusual behavior that morning. A smirk appeared across her face, knowing that she was the reason for that. I've got him hooked! She placed an index finger under his chin as if lifting him up toward her. He obediently followed the order and stumbled onto the sofa before he was able to get in front of her. Now, he was the one who was looking down at her. She pushed her finger up and closed his mouth.

            "Careful, Malfoy, someone might think you're human," she said teasingly as she removed her hand from underneath his chin. They walked out of the common room, and began towards the Great Hall.

            Back to his old self, Draco unconsciously placed his usual smirk on his face. "We don't want that happening now, do we?"

            "That would be just awful," she responded sarcastically. "What were you doing in the common room?", Hermione asked, now looking serious.

            He looked into her eyes, and said, "I just thought that, since we are going to be sharing dormitories for the entire year, we'd better get to know each other. Walking you to breakfast would be a great start."

            "Sure, Malfoy…"

            "Ah, another thing…Please don't call me Malfoy, Draco would be nicer."

            "Alright, Draco, you may call me Hermione, then," she said nicely.

            "So, Hermione, how is that boyfriend of yours doing?"

            "What boyfriend," she snapped at him, thinking that he was talking about Dean.

            "Sore subject, I see," he replied with a grin.

            "If you mean Dean, he is not my boyfriend."

            "You went back to Potter, or Weasley, then?"

            "Look, Draco, are you trying to be nice, or are you trying to piss me off again?" she asked defensively.

            "I'm sorry, Hermione."

            "It's fine. I just don't know why you had to say that when you know perfectly well that nothing has ever happened, or will ever happen between either one of them and me."

            Draco didn't answer, he just stared down at the floor.

            "Let's move on to a more interesting subject now, shall we?" Hermione broke the silence.

            "Definitely," he agreed instantly.

            "Please tell me about you and Ms. Parkinson," she was mocking him about the other night.

            "There's nothing to tell. She is just very attracted to me, and well, who can stop her?" Draco certainly loved to praise himself.

            "Well, what about the other night, then?" Now, how is he gonna get out of that one?

            "I lied, as you already know. I didn't want to admit that I wasn't getting laid that night, when you had a perfect gentlemen acting on your command."

            "Please don't remind me about that. It was probably the worst experience of my life," they laughed together.

            "Is there anyone you are interested in right now?"

            "Wouldn't you like to know?" Hermione said teasingly.

            At that moment they were interrupted. A boy appeared from around the corner. Dean? What the hell? He was carrying a large bouquet of red roses and a white envelope in his other hand. Dean paced quickly towards Draco and Hermione. She was shocked. What does he think he's doing? Idiot. I have to admit that it is a little romantic. But…ewww.

            "Hermione?" he spoke hesitantly as he handed her the flowers and the letter. Hermione took them with her hands and smelled them, inhaling deeply, expanding her chest. No need to mention where Draco was looking at. Her eyes were closed as she was smelling them, and she opened them at the same time as she started exhaling. They just fluttered open, her long eyelashes looked so beautiful on her large, chestnut eyes.

            She turned her head up and just stared at Dean rudely, with her eyebrows raised agitatedly. "Uhhh…ya?" Hermione answered, rolling her eyes.

            "Please, listen to me! I love you!!" he said truthfully. You could see it in his eyes, he was really hurt.  "I want be with you! I can't stop thinking about that night!"

            Well, that makes two of us…Hermione couldn't stop thinking about a certain night she had with a certain blonde, buff, hard Slytherin who happened to be standing right by her side.

            "Oh, please, get a life," she made a motion with her hand sending him away. Now she was the one that looked like an arrogant brat. Dean acted like a dog someone just yelled at, hiding his tail between his legs. His face turned red and he looked down towards the floor, trying hard not to cry, fighting his tears back.

            Just to get a little more pleasure out of it, she ran her delicate, moist tongue on her lips, and then gently bit on her lower lip. Dean gawked at the sight. "But…but…" his voice trailed off.

            "But what?"

            "But, I love you!" he tried one last time, without success.

            "Get lost!"

            Draco was quite amazed at what she had just done. They walked off and left Dean standing in the same spot, behind them.

            "Now I believe you that he's not your boyfriend. That was harsh!" Draco said astonished.

            "He was a loser, and definitely not worth my time…but you on the other hand…" Hermione said in a purring voice, turning towards him. They stopped walking. Hermione placed her warm hand on his chest, and slowly explored about. Then, she pressed her body tightly against his, her chest up against his, until she was able to feel the rhythmic sound of his breathing. "…you on the other hand…" she raised her face up towards him, and he in turn lowered his, wanting to feel her lips on top of his. She gently bit his chin, and kissed up to the bottom of his lower lip, "…are definitely worth my time…" she finished and bit his lower lip, "don't you believe me, baby…" she spoke softly, her wet lips moving against his skin. He picked up her necklace in his hand and winked at her with a smirk on his face.

            Draco shivered in desire. He didn't think that he could stand any longer without jumping up on her right in this hall, not caring about who saw them. "You know what, honey," she spoke the words seductively against his mouth, gently kissing his lips in turn. He was so aroused that he couldn't answer and shook his head.

            "I'm hungry," Hermione said in a matter of fact tone. She pulled away from him and walked away.

            "You're a tease, Granger," he yelled behind her. Why did he want her so bad? He had never felt like this about anyone before. Draco thought that if he couldn't wrap his body around hers, if he couldn't kiss her wet, voluptuous lips, if he couldn't touch her every moment of his life, there was no point in living. I'll have her…

            A few minutes later, Hermione was sitting at the Gryffindor table. She was proud of herself and ate quietly and hungrily, not paying much attention to her two best friends. She took a sip of her orange juice, it was really good, so she had to drink a bit more of it. As soon as she sat the glass down on the table, the owls swooshed in with this morning's mail. Hermione noticed a certain uncoordinated owl, which was Ron's Earl without a doubt. He missed his intended target, and instead plopped down on the table, spilling Hermione's juice and pouring it all over her food.

            "Damn!" she said, as she stood up quickly away from the juice which was now running down the table. "Ron, when are you going to buy that owl some glasses?" she said sarcastically. Deciding that she had enough food to eat, she said her good-byes and headed towards her first class.

            Hermione saw Seamus Finnigan on the way out with a big smile on his face. She felt a sudden urge to walk over to him and kiss him. When did he get so hot? She licked her lips, and walked over to him with an evil expression across her face.

*To Be Continued*

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