Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, though I wish I could come up with something amazingly similar so I could be a multimillionare. J.K. Rowling is the author of those wonderful novels. This fanfic is my own invention however.
Author's Note: Hi, Hi. I hope you enjoy this. I don't quite know where this is going. But hopefully somewhere nice, I just decided to write a Draco/Hermione story earlier this morning. Anyway, Read and Review. If I get reviews I continue, otherwise, not. Hopefully this will be better outlook, as it didn't work so well last time.
As I walk through the aging halls, which have surrounded me, homed me and kept me sane for seven years, whilst increasing my insanity at the same time, I wonder what exactly spurs a person to mindless snogging.
He calls out to me; "Mione!" and I smile at Ron and wave my hand ever so slightly, before continuing on my way. Ron is probably off to meet Harry, who is mindlessly snogging his sister at this exact moment in the broom closet on the third floor.
I slip through a pair of swinging doors, only ever closed when we, the students don't walk these halls, and even that, is a rare occasion.
"Hello Hermione, that book that you ordered has come in." Madam Prince greets me, and I smile and gesture towards the back, grabbing the book that she holds out to me, as I walk past.
A group of slytherin girls gear at me as I pass, but a glimpse at not only my prefect badge, but the head girl badge, shut them up quickly, and they return to whatever rubbish they were discussing before I passed. I've grown a bit in the last year, not a lot, but at least an inch, and I've filled out some of my once baggier clothes. Basically, one cannot say anymore that 'Hermione Granger is less than a girl.' My mother also attacked my once waist-length hair, leaving it at my shoulders, blonder and curlier rather than bushier. I can like now be like a teeny-queeny.
I turn left into a dimly lit corner where I often read, and pause in front of a freshly shelved book. The gold words, which label its spine are enchanting, and I reach out to touch it, almost there, but stop as a familiar sneer rings out.
"Still the bookworm, I see Granger." He smirks indifferently, and even with my back to him, I can feel him raking his eyes down my form. "Though in some aspects, definitely not so bookish." God! Is he still here? I frown and spin to meet the speaker.
"What do you want, Malfoy? We both know where this is going. I'm going to tell you to piss off, you're going to do that sneer of yours which, if I might add is growing undeniably OLD," he growled in annoyance, and I felt a smile tugging at the corners of my lips, "and then you'll call me a mudblood or something like that, and I will run off and tell Harry how mean you are." I rolled my eyes, and sensed him do something similar. "Or not. The first two might happen if you're really lucky, but if you want me to be honest with you, I don't care what you say to me. Your comments grew old after fifth year, and unlike you, I've grown up. So How about I start this little charade." I paused for a moment, and raised an eyebrow before continuing. "Malfoy, piss off! Now it's your turn." I looked to him, waiting for his scripted response, but finally noticed an unfamiliar look in his eyes.
"Now I could just play along, Granger, but where would be the fun in that, you think you've got me figured out," he took a step towards me, backing me up against the book shelf, and rested his hands on the shelves surrounding my head. "But maybe I'm not as predictable as you thought." With each word he seemed to lean in further and further until finally our noses were almost touching.
I could feel and taste his breath upon my face, a mixture of toothpaste and something else I couldn't quite place. Being this close to him was uncomfortable to say the least, and I needed to rectify the situation, "Malfoy, I'll make this easy for you, just repeat the words after me. You're a mudbloo..." and suddenly I found myself lip-locked with Malfoy.
His lips moulded against mine in a clash of passion, and I gasped as one of his hands snaked around my waist and brought me forward to him. "What were you saying, Granger? Bet you didn't see this one coming." He whispered against my lips as his tongue played over their surface. I shivered involuntarily, gasping slightly, and annoyingly gave him the opportunity he needed. His tongue plundered inside my mouth like fiery demon, and it took all my restraint not to groan as it raked against my soft pallet. I slowly return the action, letting myself fall into his mouth, and suddenly his tongue takes hold of mine and eases it fully inside. I groan into him at the same moment that he does as well, and he pulls me harder against him, moulding me against his hard chest. I almost feel like he's trying to make two completely different people into one.
My other hand was slowly moving up his chest and came to rest against the back of his neck, my finger nails playing with the rat tail that his shoulder-length blond hair had been pulled into. I smirked against his lips as he moaned into my mouth, and quickly repeated the process of grating my nails across the sensitive place behind his ear. I was so angry that I was returning this, but there was no way in hell I'd stop, not when I knew that the looser would lose more than just a few uneasy nights. He mutters something against me, and I just catch the end of it. "God you taste good for something so dirty." I'm almost tempted then, to rip my mouth away, but his hands hold me in place. This was a battle of wits, which I had no intention of losing.
His mouth leaves mine and I can't control the moan that escapes me as the feeling of his bruising lips leaves mine singed and wanting more. They move to my neck, massaging a small space of skin with his tongue and teeth, and then to my ear, "How does it feel, Mudblood, to have your blood boil hot with desire?" I shuddered and eased my nails deeper into his skin, pulling his ear so it was right in front of my mouth.
I breath deeply, then whispered, "I dunno, Malfoy, how about you ask your friend downstairs and he might just tell you a thing about how well desire and mudbloods go together."
I pulled away, easing my back off the shelf, and slipped under his arm, grabbing the golden-worded spine as I past. I knew he was panting, it was exactly what I was doing, and I merely waved the book at Madam Prince as I pass. My heart is beating like its never done before, and as I exit my haven, I slip to the side and slide down the wall of a shadowed corner. What happened in there? My mind screams, and I'm glad to remember that at least I got one up on him at the end, because he sure as hell had me pinned until then.
The scoreboard was a hundred to Draco, nil to Hermione, until then.
I squash my face against my hands, trying to dampen the red hue, which I know is painted across its cheeks, and startle, as heavy footsteps emerge from the library. He too stands there for a moment, his face also red, his breath pushing from his lungs in strangled gasps, and I know that this moment has not past unnoticed in his books either.
As I walk through the aging halls, which have surrounded me, homed me and kept me sane for seven years, whilst increasing my insanity at the same time, I wonder what exactly spurs a person to mindless snogging.
He calls out to me; "Mione!" and I smile at Ron and wave my hand ever so slightly, before continuing on my way. Ron is probably off to meet Harry, who is mindlessly snogging his sister at this exact moment in the broom closet on the third floor.
I slip through a pair of swinging doors, only ever closed when we, the students don't walk these halls, and even that, is a rare occasion.
"Hello Hermione, that book that you ordered has come in." Madam Prince greets me, and I smile and gesture towards the back, grabbing the book that she holds out to me, as I walk past.
A group of slytherin girls gear at me as I pass, but a glimpse at not only my prefect badge, but the head girl badge, shut them up quickly, and they return to whatever rubbish they were discussing before I passed. I've grown a bit in the last year, not a lot, but at least an inch, and I've filled out some of my once baggier clothes. Basically, one cannot say anymore that 'Hermione Granger is less than a girl.' My mother also attacked my once waist-length hair, leaving it at my shoulders, blonder and curlier rather than bushier. I can like now be like a teeny-queeny.
I turn left into a dimly lit corner where I often read, and pause in front of a freshly shelved book. The gold words, which label its spine are enchanting, and I reach out to touch it, almost there, but stop as a familiar sneer rings out.
"Still the bookworm, I see Granger." He smirks indifferently, and even with my back to him, I can feel him raking his eyes down my form. "Though in some aspects, definitely not so bookish." God! Is he still here? I frown and spin to meet the speaker.
"What do you want, Malfoy? We both know where this is going. I'm going to tell you to piss off, you're going to do that sneer of yours which, if I might add is growing undeniably OLD," he growled in annoyance, and I felt a smile tugging at the corners of my lips, "and then you'll call me a mudblood or something like that, and I will run off and tell Harry how mean you are." I rolled my eyes, and sensed him do something similar. "Or not. The first two might happen if you're really lucky, but if you want me to be honest with you, I don't care what you say to me. Your comments grew old after fifth year, and unlike you, I've grown up. So How about I start this little charade." I paused for a moment, and raised an eyebrow before continuing. "Malfoy, piss off! Now it's your turn." I looked to him, waiting for his scripted response, but finally noticed an unfamiliar look in his eyes.
"Now I could just play along, Granger, but where would be the fun in that, you think you've got me figured out," he took a step towards me, backing me up against the book shelf, and rested his hands on the shelves surrounding my head. "But maybe I'm not as predictable as you thought." With each word he seemed to lean in further and further until finally our noses were almost touching.
I could feel and taste his breath upon my face, a mixture of toothpaste and something else I couldn't quite place. Being this close to him was uncomfortable to say the least, and I needed to rectify the situation, "Malfoy, I'll make this easy for you, just repeat the words after me. You're a mudbloo..." and suddenly I found myself lip-locked with Malfoy.
His lips moulded against mine in a clash of passion, and I gasped as one of his hands snaked around my waist and brought me forward to him. "What were you saying, Granger? Bet you didn't see this one coming." He whispered against my lips as his tongue played over their surface. I shivered involuntarily, gasping slightly, and annoyingly gave him the opportunity he needed. His tongue plundered inside my mouth like fiery demon, and it took all my restraint not to groan as it raked against my soft pallet. I slowly return the action, letting myself fall into his mouth, and suddenly his tongue takes hold of mine and eases it fully inside. I groan into him at the same moment that he does as well, and he pulls me harder against him, moulding me against his hard chest. I almost feel like he's trying to make two completely different people into one.
My other hand was slowly moving up his chest and came to rest against the back of his neck, my finger nails playing with the rat tail that his shoulder-length blond hair had been pulled into. I smirked against his lips as he moaned into my mouth, and quickly repeated the process of grating my nails across the sensitive place behind his ear. I was so angry that I was returning this, but there was no way in hell I'd stop, not when I knew that the looser would lose more than just a few uneasy nights. He mutters something against me, and I just catch the end of it. "God you taste good for something so dirty." I'm almost tempted then, to rip my mouth away, but his hands hold me in place. This was a battle of wits, which I had no intention of losing.
His mouth leaves mine and I can't control the moan that escapes me as the feeling of his bruising lips leaves mine singed and wanting more. They move to my neck, massaging a small space of skin with his tongue and teeth, and then to my ear, "How does it feel, Mudblood, to have your blood boil hot with desire?" I shuddered and eased my nails deeper into his skin, pulling his ear so it was right in front of my mouth.
I breath deeply, then whispered, "I dunno, Malfoy, how about you ask your friend downstairs and he might just tell you a thing about how well desire and mudbloods go together."
I pulled away, easing my back off the shelf, and slipped under his arm, grabbing the golden-worded spine as I past. I knew he was panting, it was exactly what I was doing, and I merely waved the book at Madam Prince as I pass. My heart is beating like its never done before, and as I exit my haven, I slip to the side and slide down the wall of a shadowed corner. What happened in there? My mind screams, and I'm glad to remember that at least I got one up on him at the end, because he sure as hell had me pinned until then.
The scoreboard was a hundred to Draco, nil to Hermione, until then.
I squash my face against my hands, trying to dampen the red hue, which I know is painted across its cheeks, and startle, as heavy footsteps emerge from the library. He too stands there for a moment, his face also red, his breath pushing from his lungs in strangled gasps, and I know that this moment has not past unnoticed in his books either.