Author Note: So. . . . . Long time no read. Sorry for keeping you waiting.
I have been concentrating on high school. I know that isn't a good
excuse, but it is all I have right now. You'll get over it, I'm sure.
Anyway. . . . on with the story.
Disclaimer: If the Harry Potter characters were actually mine, would I be writing on a fan fiction site?
What was happening to him? He was having all of these weird feelings in the pit of his stomach that came and went, it seemed, whenever he least expected. For once he had no clue what was going on (But we do, don't we?).
After flying through his class' easily, Draco settled into his room. Taking out his cauldron, he made the potion that was to ruin Hermione's life. A smirk played on his lips. Never on to postpone, he worked steadily, so it only took him about an hour and a half to complete the potion. He set it aside it a corner of his room that couldn't easily be seen from the doorway. It had to dry for a month to become a white powder. Then Draco would get the revenge that he so desired.
Clearly out of things to do, in his opinion, he went out into the commons room and began actually doing his homework on the gold couch. After about an hour, being a combination of bored and tired, he fell asleep sprawled on the couch.
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Hermione was exhausted. She had just spent the last three hours hanging out with Harry, Ron, and Ginny. They had done many things, including racing each other on brooms. Of course, Harry won with his Firebolt, but the surprise was that Hermione raced too, and didn't do too badly. She had never been a fan of riding brooms, but with the, um, weird events that had been happening to her lately, and with not seeing her friends all summer, Hermione was willing to do almost anything with her friends.
Not even looking at where she was going, she dropped her books in her room headed to the gold couch that was not facing her door. She lightly plopped down, not on the couch as she thought she was sitting, but on Draco! He quietly groaned, and in a flash, his arms were around her waist, pulling her to him. Now sprawled face down on his chest and him not letting her go, she panicked.
"Oh my gosh! What should I do?" She tried to get up again, but even in his sleep, Draco was stronger than Hermione. All that was achieved was getting her face snuggle in his neck, breathing in his scent and getting tangled her legs in his from twisting around. She had only one option left, but she hesitated. What was she doing? Did she actually want to be like this? No she decided quickly and did the only thing she could think of.
"DRACO! Wake up!" That got him out of his deep sleep enough to let her go! Before he became fully conscious though, Hermione untangled herself and had jumped from him and ran to her room.
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He had been having such a good dream about holding a thin, but curvy girl in his arms when someone yelling his name rudely waked him up. She had felt so real. He had opened up his eyes just in time to see Hermione's door slam. The girl he had dreamed about definitely had the best body compared to anyone he had ever dated. Too bad she wasn't real. Maybe there was someone out there like her.
Shrugging, Draco sat up, pushed his silky silver hair in his eyes behind his ear and continued his homework.
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"This is not good," Hermione whispered as she paced in her room.
When she was being held by Draco, she wasn't appalled like she should had been. He liked the feeling of his arms around her, holding her. She had felt his heartbeat and his shallow breathing, and his well-toned muscles. She could have swore she had felt a shiver go up her. . .
"It didn't happen." She told to herself.
Her insides felt tight from the shock of what had just happened. But if she was feeling anything at all at the moment, it was confusion. No one had ever made her feel this way before.
"And I don't like it." She added out loud.
She was uncomfortable about how she felt about Draco.
"Most of me feels the way I have always felt. Hate and anger. But now a small, very small part feels. . . funny.
Hermione paused for a moment.
"It is just hormones. I am a seventeen-year-old girl. This is common. Draco is the only boy I am now really around with, except Harry and Ron. I am not around him by choice, but I know Harry and Ron far too well to have romantic feelings for, so Draco is the only option. It will pass. I can control my urges. It will pass. It will pass. It will pass." Hermione chanted to herself before settling down to do homework.
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Hermione had seemed a bit nervous as she came out of her room. She took one look at me, with, not a look of fear, but of shock, and quickly walked to the bookshelf.
"Granger," he said simple.
"Malfoy," she answered giving him only a profile glace.
She paused, faced him, and studied his face. "You don't remember, do you?"
"Remember what?"
She looked at him in amazement and a smile creped onto her face. "Never mind," she said quickly and was heading for her room, leaving him with a perplexed look on his face, before he stopped her.
"Wait! I want to know want to know what you are talking about," he ordered, standing to face her.
She studied him again, contemplating her answer. They locked eyes for a spilt second and the feeling in his stomach came back to that it was hard to ignore.
"No." She said with a soft smile on her face, playing with a strand of her copper hair. "I guess you wouldn't know what I am talking about. My mistake." She said in an eerie calm voice that was must calmer than she was feeling from locking eyes with Draco, and went back to her room.
To her, this was perfect. Now he was clearly as confused as she was about what was going on. They actually had something in common.
************ I know it is not a long chapter, but the next chapter or the one after is going to be one of the most important chapters, so I am putting out this short chapter to satisfy all of you who have been waiting.
Disclaimer: If the Harry Potter characters were actually mine, would I be writing on a fan fiction site?
What was happening to him? He was having all of these weird feelings in the pit of his stomach that came and went, it seemed, whenever he least expected. For once he had no clue what was going on (But we do, don't we?).
After flying through his class' easily, Draco settled into his room. Taking out his cauldron, he made the potion that was to ruin Hermione's life. A smirk played on his lips. Never on to postpone, he worked steadily, so it only took him about an hour and a half to complete the potion. He set it aside it a corner of his room that couldn't easily be seen from the doorway. It had to dry for a month to become a white powder. Then Draco would get the revenge that he so desired.
Clearly out of things to do, in his opinion, he went out into the commons room and began actually doing his homework on the gold couch. After about an hour, being a combination of bored and tired, he fell asleep sprawled on the couch.
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Hermione was exhausted. She had just spent the last three hours hanging out with Harry, Ron, and Ginny. They had done many things, including racing each other on brooms. Of course, Harry won with his Firebolt, but the surprise was that Hermione raced too, and didn't do too badly. She had never been a fan of riding brooms, but with the, um, weird events that had been happening to her lately, and with not seeing her friends all summer, Hermione was willing to do almost anything with her friends.
Not even looking at where she was going, she dropped her books in her room headed to the gold couch that was not facing her door. She lightly plopped down, not on the couch as she thought she was sitting, but on Draco! He quietly groaned, and in a flash, his arms were around her waist, pulling her to him. Now sprawled face down on his chest and him not letting her go, she panicked.
"Oh my gosh! What should I do?" She tried to get up again, but even in his sleep, Draco was stronger than Hermione. All that was achieved was getting her face snuggle in his neck, breathing in his scent and getting tangled her legs in his from twisting around. She had only one option left, but she hesitated. What was she doing? Did she actually want to be like this? No she decided quickly and did the only thing she could think of.
"DRACO! Wake up!" That got him out of his deep sleep enough to let her go! Before he became fully conscious though, Hermione untangled herself and had jumped from him and ran to her room.
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He had been having such a good dream about holding a thin, but curvy girl in his arms when someone yelling his name rudely waked him up. She had felt so real. He had opened up his eyes just in time to see Hermione's door slam. The girl he had dreamed about definitely had the best body compared to anyone he had ever dated. Too bad she wasn't real. Maybe there was someone out there like her.
Shrugging, Draco sat up, pushed his silky silver hair in his eyes behind his ear and continued his homework.
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"This is not good," Hermione whispered as she paced in her room.
When she was being held by Draco, she wasn't appalled like she should had been. He liked the feeling of his arms around her, holding her. She had felt his heartbeat and his shallow breathing, and his well-toned muscles. She could have swore she had felt a shiver go up her. . .
"It didn't happen." She told to herself.
Her insides felt tight from the shock of what had just happened. But if she was feeling anything at all at the moment, it was confusion. No one had ever made her feel this way before.
"And I don't like it." She added out loud.
She was uncomfortable about how she felt about Draco.
"Most of me feels the way I have always felt. Hate and anger. But now a small, very small part feels. . . funny.
Hermione paused for a moment.
"It is just hormones. I am a seventeen-year-old girl. This is common. Draco is the only boy I am now really around with, except Harry and Ron. I am not around him by choice, but I know Harry and Ron far too well to have romantic feelings for, so Draco is the only option. It will pass. I can control my urges. It will pass. It will pass. It will pass." Hermione chanted to herself before settling down to do homework.
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Hermione had seemed a bit nervous as she came out of her room. She took one look at me, with, not a look of fear, but of shock, and quickly walked to the bookshelf.
"Granger," he said simple.
"Malfoy," she answered giving him only a profile glace.
She paused, faced him, and studied his face. "You don't remember, do you?"
"Remember what?"
She looked at him in amazement and a smile creped onto her face. "Never mind," she said quickly and was heading for her room, leaving him with a perplexed look on his face, before he stopped her.
"Wait! I want to know want to know what you are talking about," he ordered, standing to face her.
She studied him again, contemplating her answer. They locked eyes for a spilt second and the feeling in his stomach came back to that it was hard to ignore.
"No." She said with a soft smile on her face, playing with a strand of her copper hair. "I guess you wouldn't know what I am talking about. My mistake." She said in an eerie calm voice that was must calmer than she was feeling from locking eyes with Draco, and went back to her room.
To her, this was perfect. Now he was clearly as confused as she was about what was going on. They actually had something in common.
************ I know it is not a long chapter, but the next chapter or the one after is going to be one of the most important chapters, so I am putting out this short chapter to satisfy all of you who have been waiting.