Ch2: Special Events

Here is the next part of our life together. We had a rocky start, but it was something beautiful. This story drifts into my own, but it is imperative that I tell the whole story. Hermione would have wanted it that way…

Draco woke to a sun-filled bedroom. He had just been dreaming about getting married, but he had never seen his bride's face. He sat up, looked around and realized that there was not a soul in sight, then remembered that everyone was gone for the holidays. He walked across the room and looked out the window into the courtyard below. There was not a single person around. He judged, by the sun, that it was around 11:00 O'clock.

Walking around the room, landing on the end of his bed, he began to think about the last few days. Why was I so attracted to her? He asked himself. He hadn't thought about it the last two days. Actually, he forced himself not to think about it, just about the pain his father had left, and she had hidden. But now that the pain was gone, he had nothing else to consider. How long can I put this off, anyways?

No matter how much he thought about it, the questioned still remained: 'Why. after all these years, am I attracted to her?' He didn't have an answer to this at all, and he was seldom left speechless. This is the 7th year that we have been together at school, and I am now attracted to her! True, we have never actually been that close before, but what should it matter. It was pure physical need, and that happens whether you are close, or standing right next to each other. Lust… It was lust alright, he had felt, and acted on it before. It was not as he had come to Hogwarts, his second year, a virgin…

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It was Christmas vacation, and the snow drifted slowly across the ground. And Draco was glad to be home. Hogwarts had been a world of hell. His teachers, except Professor Snape, had all been rude, and Dumbledore, he was the worst thing ever to happen to Hogwarts.

He walked into his parent's bedroom, where he had been called. He had no clue why, but by the tone in his father's voice, it wasn't good. And he knew what that meant. So he walked into the bedroom, slowly bracing himself.

As soon as he shut the door behind him, his father looked up, a piece of parchment in his hand.

"What the hell is this?" His father barked.

"What?" Draco questioned.

"You heard me. What the fuck is this?" He yelled as he shoved the parchment in his son's hand. He immediately recognized it. It was his report card, and there was a fat F in Transfiguration.

"Well..?" Lucius wanted to know.

"I don't know…" Draco answered in just enough time to receive the smack! from his father.

"What do you mean 'you don't know'!? It is your fucking grade!"

"I don't know what happened! Honestly! The Professor hates me!" Draco stumbled.

"Hates you, my ass! You are a lazy son-of-a-bitch!" And with that he smacked his son again.

"Get up! Get up!" As soon as Draco obeyed, he was knocked down again, and again. Narcissa, just walking in, and seeing the blood smeared all over her son's face said,

"Honey, please stop!"

"Shut your mouth, you bitch!" Was Lucius's only answer.

"Please, he's your only heir! I think he has learned his lesson!" She begged, then seeing the agreement in her husband's face, she continued,

"Now you have a meeting to go to, I'll take care of him."

Draco, surprised that his mother was acting so strange. So nice, just stood there in wonderment as their conversation went on. When his father had left, his mother called to him,

"Come here, baby!" Slowly, he came over to the end of the bed, and into her arms. She hugged him as she spoke.

"I'm sorry, sometimes dad just gets upset, he doesn't mean it." She stroked his hair, then all at once, her hand moved lower, and lower. When it reached his dick it stopped, and started moving up and down. Draco, not knowing what or how to respond, just sat there. Very uncomfortable, as his mom went on.

"Draco, hmm, have you ever French kissed anyone?"

"Once or twice," Draco admitted, then regretted it as he saw the delight in his mom's eyes.

"Well, you are a tiger! I want you to French kiss me!" He hesitated at this. This was his own mom! But he didn't have any more time to think because Narcissa shifted on top of him. Before he had any time to respond her mouth was on his, and her tongue was in his mouth. He had no choice to respond, so unwillingly, he put his tongue in Narcissa's mouth. She purred softly, then released him from this prison.

"Take off your pants!" Now hw knew what was going on, he cursed himself for not seeing it before. She was going to sleep with her own son! He knew he would not do this so he said,

"No! Get the fuck off of me woman!" He shoved her, but he couldn't get he off of him.

"What? Are you scared? Well, tough! It is either me or your dad!" She laughed, as she yanked off her own pants, then his. Slowly she dipped into him, and she was pleased as he let out a sharp breath.

"So you are a virgin! I was wondering…" Then it began. She drove him deeper, and deeper each time.

"Faster Draco, faster…"

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He shook the memory from him. He hated his mother for that. Not wanting it to linger in his mind, he decided he would take a shower and go to lunch.

Hermione followed Harry and Ron into the great hall for lunch. While she looked very normal, her mind was elsewhere. Why did he make her queasy? Why, after all these years of hating each other, did she now feel an attraction between them. Then she realized how little of him that she did know. Oh, she knew about his father, but she didn't even know whether he like vanilla or not. It was strange, she mused, on how long of a time she spent with Draco, but she never really knew him, and she still didn't.

"Hermione! Hello!" Ron's voice irrupted in her ear.

"What?" She said, looking very confused.

"You were off in space!" Harry laughed, and when Ron looked at him funny, he explained,

"A muggle expression. It mean she was it deep thought, like she was."

"Oh!" said Ron, his face getting slightly pink.

'Anyways, what were you thinking about?" Ron asked.

"Nothing." Hermione shrugged.

"Oh, it wasn't nothing Hermione. Was it Krum?" Harry suggested.

"Yeah, it was." She responded, thankful for an escape.

"Well Hermione, you need to get over him. He's gone!" Ron cried,

"How long has it been?"

"I know, but…" she lied.

"Ron, give her some time. Women take longer to end their feelings on a man." Harry joked.

"Harry I think you are right on that one! Men, just get over it, and women take forever!" Ron answered, ignoring Harry as he mumbled something about only joking.

"You know, men can never understand women! They are just too confusing. They say one thing and mean another!" Ron cried. Then the two of them were off in a conversation about woman and men, but Hermione heard none of it. She was too interested in who had just walked into the great hall.

Draco entered the great hall, and was greeted with a small cheer from some of the Slytherines that had returned, including Crabbe and Gloyle. He smiled at the greeting, but he really wanted to find the girl that made him weak. It was strange, he thought, how all I want to find is her. And he soon did. In fact, she was looking right at him, with some what curiosity.

Hermione had followed Draco with her eyes as soon as he had walked into the room. She turned away and nodded when Ron asked her some question that she had paid no attention to. When she turned back to him, she saw his eyes on hers. When they locked eyes, Hermione felt the red in her cheeks grow, and she turned away quickly.

Draco, amused he could make her so embarrassed so fast, chuckled softly.

"What is so funny?" Crabbe asked.

"None of your damn business!" Draco retorted.

After lunch the trio decided to go into the library, much at Ron's persistence.

"C'mon, do we have to go? I mean it is Christmas vacation!" Ron complained.

"Ron! We promised Hermione!" Harry looked at him.

"Fine! But not for too long!" Ron said as he gave in.

They were nearly to the library, when Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle pasted them.

'Why hello ferret boy!" Ron smirked. Draco, who was not in the mood to deal with this crap said,

"Shut the fuck up Weasly!"

"What did you say, ferret?!" Ron teased further.

"You heard me. Shut the fuck up you poor bastard!" Draco retorted.

"I have a father thank you very much!" Ron yelled.

"Might as well not. He's so into muggles that he might as well be one! I bet you that is where all your money goes! No wonder you are so poor! I f your dad would only stop buying that muggle shit…" he let that trail off.

"Well, it's better than a father who hates you! I bet you anything he hits you!" Ron cried in defense.

"Oh that's it! Let me at him!" Draco, very red and hurt, said, as Crabbe and Goyle hold him back.

"Draco, we don't want no trouble, not here!" Crabbe persists.

"So Draco, are you scared! Let's go! C'mon Draco!" Ron yelled.

Harry, who senses that there could be real trouble, steps in between them.

"C'mon guys just let it go!" Harry said, calmly.

"No!" they both said, simultaneously.

Hermione, who had been standing on the side-lines, watching, now stepped into the middle with Harry.

"Harry's right, you guys. Just let it go!" She was facing Ron, and seeing his softened face, she turned to Draco. His face was a s hard as stone.

"Let it go." she said again. And for a second time, their eyes locked. She was the danger in his eyes soften, only a little, but they did. The next instant he was facing Crabbe, and they were ice again.

"Fine Weasel, you're a waste of my time, anyways!" And with that he left, Crabbe and Goyle at his heels. When they had left Ron asked Hermione,

"What was that?"

"I don't know?" She answered, knowing that the only reason Draco let it go was her.

Later, in the Great Hall, all the students who were there, gathered for dinner. Everything was as normal, as can be, except for Hermione and Draco. They couldn't get each other out their head, and it was killing them both to be so far apart, but they had yet to realize their attraction went that far.

When Dumbledore stood up to give an announcement, the whole Hall went silent.

"Thank you," he smiled.

"I have a big announcement for you all. Actually it is for the 7th years." he turned to scan the crowd for them, then continued,

"As you all know, they will be leaving Hogwarts, so we have decided to give them a treat. Four of them, one from each house, will be teaching a class of first years, of their choice."

A murmur of excitement flooded through them as Dumbledore explained,

"These four will live together in a house we have add ed to the school. They will each have a partner, one of the four, that they will be living with. We will pair Gryffindor with Sytherine, and Hufflepuff with Ravenclaw. Now each of the four will have a class to prepare a lesson for. On top of that, you have to help your partner prepare their class. Each first year, and teacher will have to write an essay on how good the class went, after each day. How well your class went, and how well your partner's class went will determine your grade it that class. But do not despair, because you do not have to take the class that you teach, or your partner's class. You will get this time to prepare. The teachers of this class will give you a daily list of what needs to be covered." Dumbledore paused, seeing the excited look, mixed with anxiety, on the faces of the first years.

"Now who will it be? Your teachers and I, have already chosen four students. From Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff are: Terry Boot and Susan Bones! And from Gryffindor and Sytherine are: Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy!"

~~~~I hope you like my story so far. I have to give props to the one's who have helped me thus far: Wind and Ashes (also called Glowing Embers) and Embers. This fic is a bit different from my other one, but I hope you still like it.

~~Alyssium