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Sorry it has taken so long to update! School is evil! But anyways, I hope you like this new ch!
Ch4: Unexpected Events
This was the beginning of our time together. I will never forget how I felt the first day that we were alone together. Ahh, I miss her so much. The way she felt in my arms is unimaginable…
Hermione waved her wand at a suitcase, and looking around her room, she sighed. This was to be the last time, for this year that she was going to live in this room. From now on, she will be with other 7th years from different houses. And most of all she'd be with Draco! She still felt an odd sense of attraction from when she had helped him, but it had dulled considerably since he had left with his dad.
Why did he agree to leave? she wondered,
He had told her himself that he hated it… Fear, the word echoed in her head,
He had been afraid of what his dad would do to him! She thought this, a sickening feeling growing in the pit of her stomach. She remembered all too well, the feeling of terror. She had had enough of it with Crum. He had abused her, then loved her, then left her. She had told herself that she was over him, but she knew that she wasn't.
Maybe that's why I feel attracted to Draco! Maybe I'm on the rebound from Crum! Yes, that's it! She told herself, and she went up to the new building that was to be her home for the rest of this year, her things magically following behind her.
The building was huge. It loomed over the world with its high towers, four of them, and its tall front doors. The medieval look it had only contributed to its greatness. As Draco entered the doors, he noticed that it look pretty much the same as his common room had looked, with one exception: Where Draco was used to the colors of Slytherin draped everywhere, there were three other colors blended and arranged with it. He wasn't surprised to see this, though, Dumbledore had made it perfectly clear he wanted unity amongst the different houses, and it would only be supporting his cause if he created the atmosphere by blending the house colors together. He smiled, in spite of a sudden lurch in his stomach. He knew that for the next whole year, he would have to work and get along with Hermione Granger. And he didn't know if that was even possible, true they had moments where they did get along, but to live together is a very different matter.
He walked up one of the two flights of stairs, and quickly found his room, and was amused to find that his was across the hall from Hermione's. After putting his things away, he wandered out into the hallway that separated his room from Hermione's. He noticed that at the back of the hall was another flight of stairs. Slowly he climbed them, and discovered another room. It would have looked like another common room, if it hadn't been for the large table in the middle with papers on it. He assumed that these were Hermione's and that this was a sort of 'work room' set up by Dumbledore so they would have to at least work in the same room.
Suddenly aware of how bored he was, he left the room and made for the first floor. He came down to see the others, including Hermione, coming into the common room. Terry and Susan, seeing that there was a fire going, sat down. Hermione followed them, and Draco followed her. After a five minutes or so, Draco began to grow impatient.
"What are we doing here?" He asked Susan, who looked like she knew everything.
"We are waiting for Dumbledore, he is supposed to give us some rules, or something."
No sooner had she said this, than, in a whirl of snow and ice, Dumbledore glided into the room, looking as happy as can be.
"Scholars!" he cried,
"At last you are all here! This is a time for celebration, for here is your chance to make a difference in the lives of the students. I understand this is not in the actual Hogwarts building, but you do have to be in the Great Hall for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. So set your clocks!… Oh, sorry, a clock is a muggle thing… Anyways, I've already given the times for all of these to the ladies here! So you men can get it from them later. I want to tell you that I am proud that you accepted this job, for you could have refused, but you didn't! I know it is the last day of Christmas break, and you have all had a chance to make your own plans for your classes, but I want you to read over each others work, as well. If your partner's lesson does not go well, it is you, also, that get the bad grade in that particular subject! But never fear, it is not as hard as it sounds! Now you each have your own separate room, with a bathroom, a bed, and a couch. And there is a common room down here, where you must meet once a week to discuss things like rules, ect. with each other. Now, on the third floor, there are two work rooms, one for each pair of you. There, you will plan and present your ideas to your partner, then you will each evaluate each other's lesson. You get your grades depending on how well you and your partner's lessons went. Now I will leave you, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw's room are on the right, Gryffindor and Slytherin are on the left. I expect you to look over each other' notes before dinner. I will see you then." And just as quickly as he had come, he was gone, leaving the four students to themselves.
"Well, we better get working," came Hermione's voice, and silently, the other three agreed. And the four, in pairs, went up their own separate staircases.
Harry and Ron, crossed the Hallway towards the Great Hall, they had helped Hermione move for two days, and were exhausted. They never realized how much stuff she actually had. And now that she was gone, both of her friends were missing her. And to top it all off, they were going to be starting their classes the following day.
They walked into the Hall to see Hermione, Draco, Terry, and Susan, all at their own house tables. They sat down next to her.
"Hi," she said, sounding how they felt.
"Hey," Ron and Harry uttered.
"Well, what's it like?!" asked Ron.
"What's what like?"
"Oh, you know Hermione. What's working with ferret boy like?" Harry asked, just as anxious as Ron.
"I haven't worked with him yet. We look at each other's notes, is all. And I was quite impressed at his ideas for Potions. He's very smart when he wants to be." And when she had said this, she received skeptical eyes from both guys.
"Really, I know it's hard to believe, but he is. And he liked my ideas, oh course!" Hermione laughed,
"Then we headed down here. We barely even talked, so I haven't really worked with him." she explained.
"Quite frankly, I'm nervous at what he will be like to work with, I wondered about it while he was gone."
"I had to be with him our first year, remember, in the Forbidden Forest? He is just as arrogant and stuck up as ever." Harry commented in disgust, if there was one person he hated, it was Draco.
"I have never worked with him, thank God, but I would have to agree with Harry." Ron agreed.
"I know you guys don't like him, but shut up!! You are just making it worse for me! I have to work with him!" Hermione cried, but in truth she was just tired of hearing their shit about Draco.
"Sorry," they both muttered.
When dinner was over, Hermione had to return to her new quarters, leaving Ron and Harry alone.
"You know," Ron said, through a mouthful of pumpkin pie,
"I think it is wrong to force Hermione to work with that scum bag Draco, I mean is a fuckin' idiot!"
"Ron, you are just jealous!" Harry exclaimed,
"I mean, how long have you liked her?"
"For ever, but I'm not jealous! I just don't think it is fair to force them to work together!"
"She had a choice, and she made it. Drop it and get over it! I understand you like her, but don't do anything that you will regret!" Harry persisted.
"Like wring his neck!" Ron laughed.
"Yeah, let me do it instead! I've always wanted to skin a ferret!" Harry joked, and they both headed towards their common room, not aware that someone was listening.
Hermione and Draco walked up the steps to their new house, they hadn't said a word to each other all night. Hermione, grateful for the silence, tried to make it all the way up to her room without talking to Draco. She had almost made it when she felt an arm on her shoulder.
"Are you pissed at me or something?" came Draco's strong voice. She felt her skin grow hot where his arm rested on her, it made her want to melt. This was the reason she had tried to avoid him before. But she couldn't think of that now, she had to give him a response.
"No, I-I'm just tired. I've had a long day, moving and everything." she stuttered.
"Really? You didn't seem so tired in the Hall, with Pothead and Weasel."
"I know, but now I just want to go to bed, good night," she said as she shoved him off her, and slipped into her room.
When she heard him leave, she let out a breath of relief. Her notion of her break-up vulnerability, and that she was on the rebound had gone out the window when she had seen him come down the stairs, for the first time, that day. And she had felt a wave of attraction for him when they had been going over each other's notes, and was glad when they separated in the Great Hall.
How much more of this she could take? she wondered. She had to admit that she was attracted to him, but she was determined to do this job.
I can just work with him on a work level, she played with the idea,
We don't have to spend anymore time with each other. And with that resolution, she got in bed and fell asleep reading a good book.
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Draco looked around, and recognized his house.
How the hell did I get here? his mind wondered. Then he recognized his parents. They were walking towards him, both with smiles on their faces. When they had reached him, his father spoke,
"Get on the bed!" His voice was rough and Draco became scared. When he started to do what he was told, his father began to laugh,
"No, not yet, dip shit! Wait 'till your mother gets on their first!" Draco's face flushed, as his mother got on the bed.
Where the hell did the bed come from? Draco wondered as he sat on top of his mother.
"Kiss her!' his father commanded.
"What the hell-" Draco cried, becoming very confused.
"I said kiss her!" his father screamed and hit him square on the head. And as he leaned forward, a blinding pain erupted in his head. It went on like this for some time, each command becoming more intimate than the next.
"Now fuck her!" his father's voice was loud in this last command.
"No!" came Draco's persistent voice.
"What the-"
"No, Lucius," purred his mother,
"If he doesn't want to, he doesn't have to."
"Yeah," Draco agreed.
"I can just pleasure myself, instead." she smiled as her hands moved slowly down his body.
"No! That's ok!" Draco cried.
"Then which is it?" his dad asked.
"I don't know, how about she gets the fuck off of me and I leave!" Draco yelled.
"How about you fuck me instead, I think we'll do that!" His mother cried, his father laughed.
"No!"
"You will do what we say!" his father yelled and he slapped his son again.
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"Nooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!" screamed Draco. He sat up right, sweat pouring down his face. That was the worst dream he had ever had, yet it was so close to the truth of his life. This is what scared him the most. She wiped the sweat off his brow, his hands still shaking. He was about to lay back down again when he saw a light come on in the hall. And about two seconds later a girl walked in, her wand completely lit up.
"What the hell happened in here?" and Draco recognized the voice of Hermione. She was dressed in a silk robe. What she had under it, Draco could only guess.
"Nothing." Draco responded, and his breath caught when she stepped into the light of her wand. She was beautiful, he mused, so milky white in the wand light.
I must not think of that now! Not with her standing right there! I might do something… His thoughts were interrupted by her voice.
"What do you mean nothing! I heard you screaming half way down the hall!" She cried.
"What- Oh, I told you it was nothing! Now leave it!" Draco yelled as she moved to sit on the end of his bed.
"I know something happened, now what was it!' She persisted.
"Ok, I'll tell, you but you can't laugh."
"What."
'I had a nightmare." he paused, waiting for her to laugh, and when she didn't he continued,
"It was about my parents… My dad making me fuck my mother…"
"Holy shit! That's disgusting!" She commented,
"No wonder you were screaming. But it was just a dream." she said as she put her hand on his shoulder.
'That's what you think,' he thought as a shudder of attraction went through him.
"You'll be ok, everybody had bad dreams now and then, yours is just a little scarier and gross than most." she laughed and suddenly Draco felt a whole lot better.
"Ok, thanks!" Draco said, pitting his hand on hers. She caught her breath.
"What are you doing?" she stammered, her breath getting shorter.
"What I should have done the last time we were this close." he said, and he pulled her to him. And as he put his mouth to hers, he could feel her struggling. Then pretty soon, her struggling ceased, and they both absorbed the moment.
Her mouth was tantalizing and warm, everything he thought it would be. He took, and she gave. It made him weak. No woman had made him weak before. This thought was what scared him the most. But he didn't want to think about that now, all he wanted was her.
His breath was hot, his lips greedy, she noted as his tongue slipped into her mouth.
'By the gods she had wanted this,' she mused,
'Then why the hell was she so scared?' she asked herself.
'Because he mattered,' a voice told her. And she silently wondered why he mattered, but she didn't have time to answer because Draco pulled away.
"What the hell was that?" was her response, when she had caught her breath.
"I don't know." Draco answered, for he truly didn't.
It was a kiss, yeah, he thought,
but what did it mean to them?
"Well, I think we both need time to figure it out." Hermione said, and she left Draco alone in his room.
"Damn her!" he said after a moment. Then he laid down and tried to get some sleep. But he had no luck in sleeping, and he could only guess that Hermione got no better. For they were both too shaken up by the events of that night to think about anything else. He was still awake when the first traces of light appeared in the sky.