I am so so so sorry for the wait! I completely lost track of time, I did not realise I had not updated for over month! My apologies go out to everyone!
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Ok, finally we are getting on to the actual story part of the story. This is where things are going to get more interesting folks! *Grins* Just stick around, and we will get to finishing this, I promise. I am not abandoning this; I am determined to finish it, I promise you I will.
Chapter 9.
Hermione had never been kissed before, hell; she hadn't had much contact with boys ever. So when Draco kissed her, she had no idea what to do. When she was younger, before she had come to Hogwarts, she had seen movies when this happened, when a boy kissed a girl. And Hermione had always thought that she would never be in that position, she wasn't what the pretty type guys would like.
So when Draco kissed, her, she was in a state of shock. For one, she had never been kissed before so she had no idea what to do with herself, and for another, this was Draco Malfoy. The boy she had hated for so many years was kissing her.
So why did it feel good?
It felt so natural, it felt as if Draco should be kissing her, and before she knew it, she was kissing back, running her hands through his hair, his arms tightly holding onto her waist. They shifted on the chair so that Draco was on top of her, and they kissed passionately, Draco running his hands on her arms, raising them above her head. He pulled at the dirty top she was wearing, and a little buzzer went off in Hermione's head.
This was Draco! What the hell was she doing? What the hell was he doing? If someone caught them…
Oh hell, forget it. Hermione didn't care if someone came in, and if she would be tortured for the rest of her living days. All she cared about now was that Draco was on top of her, kissing her as if she was the only thing that mattered, touching her as if she was his. And she wanted to be his.
But as soon as Draco had removed her top, her eyes fluttered open and she pushed him off her, grabbing her top and putting it hastily back on. Draco sat on the floor, breathing deeply and a hurt look on his face. Hermione tried desperately not to look at him, and ran to the door, pausing as she reached it.
"Stay away from me." She said, before leaving the room.
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Hermione clutched the piece of cloth around her shoulders, hugging the basket close to her. She was on her way to Hogsmeade, walking down the slave's path to it. The trees towered above her, shielding her from the light and warmth. But Hermione didn't care; there was hardly any warmth to receive. As she entered the town of Hogsmeade, bowing her head and trying to look invisible, her mind was on other things.
Other things, meaning that kiss. Hermione unconsciously touched her lips, where Draco's lips had previously been before. Why had he done it? Was he playing games with her? Making her feel like this, was it a game to him? When Hermione had pushed him off her, she so desperately didn't want to, her heart was screaming not to, but her mind was saying that she had to. She had to stop it before it got too late, before she fell for him.
But it was too late. She had gone and fallen for him. She was in love with Draco Malfoy. But it had all happened so fast, the change she had seen in him had been quick, that it almost felt as if he hadn't changed, that he had been good all the time. That he really liked her, even though he had acted horribly to her before. She thought he had changed, but it was almost crystal clear to her now. He hadn't needed to change. Good was already inside him and everything else was a show.
So did he like her then? That was what Hermione was trying to figure out, because it felt like he did, the way he kissed her, it made her feel as if she was something special, as if he really wanted her.
"Maybe he kisses everyone like that." She whispered to herself, touching her lips once more.
She turned a corner, down a dark alley and she hurried on. She had work to do; and chores to complete.
But doing work had to wait, because as she turned another corner, leading to a narrow, even darker alley, she was grabbed around the waist and a hand covered her mouth.
She was pulled back, and was thrust up against the wall, hands pinning down her arms and a hand covering her mouth. She looked horrified up to her attacker, and she realised with a shock that there was three.
The man who had pinned her up against the wall had long black hair, a thin face and dark black eyes. He was dressed darkly, and his boots were covered in mud.
"Is anyone coming?" The man hissed, and Hermione looked to the second man, trying to get free from his grasp, but couldn't.
The second man had light brown hair; strands of grey making him seem old. His robes were grey and old, dirt and blood stained on the material. He was looking back at the alley Hermione had just come from, and appearing satisfied, he shook his head.
"No one is coming Padfoot." The man replied, hurrying back to Hermione and 'Padfoot'.
Padfoot looked warily at Hermione, eyeing her distrustfully. "Are you sure we can trust her, Moony?" The last man, who was standing next to 'Padfoot' eyeing Hermione with distrust, grunted his agreement. He had black hair that fell handsomely over his hazel eyes, which were framed with glasses. He stood tall and thin, his robes were the muddiest of them all, and when he caught her looking at him, he frowned
Moony rolled his eyes and nodded. "Of course we can Padfoot, Prongs, if she knew what was good for her."
Hermione eyed the three men, her legs were numb and she was trembling with fright. She whimpered and closed her eyes. The three men looked at her, 'Moony' more kindly.
"Are you ok, miss?" He asked kindly, and Hermione's eyes flew open, eyeing the men with astonishment. "Let her go Padfoot."
"But-"
"Let her go. She won't scream, will you?" Moony addressed the last part to Hermione and she shook her head. Padfoot dropped his arms and Hermione fell to the floor, looking up at the men.
"If I screamed, no one would come anyway." She said, and the three men exchanged glances. "Who are you?"
Moony bent down, and smiled. "Remus Lupin, he is James Potter and that man is Sirius Black. We work for the Order."
Short chapter, but things are going to get more interesting. Please review!