Leather and Libraries
AN: Okay, quick update! I'm way ahead on this (just patching up Chapter 13!) so I decided to post it because I got sooo bored! There may be grammar mistakes, but then I'm just hopeless.
NeVeRmInD2 – Yeah but she's an independent chica! Like moi :) She will get nicer, but with lots of time and tears.
jesska-14 – Because I'm just evil! And it keeps you all coming back (hopefully!) And to my other fan fic, I'm leaning towards re-doing the chapters so it leads towards something at least.
silvereyedelven( ) – I don't think Draco could ever do that. He's too much of a Malfoy, and I'm already straying too much from his jerk side! I would have done that but then Hermione's slightly insane (Ron is sooo right!) in my eyes. Thank you for the gummy wormy! I'm going to get cavities from all these sweets!
Thanks to Tinkbelle who keeps reviewing, you helped me sooo much! And Dumdumditz23 who's review was..... interesting at the least!
Disclaimer: You know the drill people, don't think I own Harry Potter cause I don't!
Summary: After an incident in the library, Draco and Hermione begin to realise they have more in common than just books.
Chapter 10 – Chasing Thoughts
Hermione walked slowly all the way to Gryffindor Tower. Tears were still streaming down her face, ceasing to stop. She had been crying for so long that she could not remember why, but all she knew was that she hated Draco Malfoy and everything about him. His bloody pompous attitude, his pure-blood obsession.
Hermione let out a groan of frustration as she reached the Fat Lady portrait. It just was not fair that she had to put up with him when every other girl in the school praised his good looks and 'charm', and would also give their virginity to a monster to spend as much time with him as Hermione did.
She said the password and went into the Gryffindor common room, finding only a handful of people there as it was a school night. She sat down in an armchair and went over the night's occurrences, wanting to tear her hair out at the fact she had gone there and kissed him back, caught up in the passion.
'Draco 'Bouncing Ferret' Malfoy?!' She thought incredulously. 'One of the few boys I've kissed it had to be him – and twice! How the hell did I get to be so damn unlucky?!' She let out another groan of annoyance, surprising everyone in the common room. She gave them a filthy look and walked up to her dormitory, not in the mood for their pathetic 'Are you okay Hermione?'.
Drawing the curtains around her bed, she regained her composure and racked her brain for a simple reason that she could have kissed him back.
Love? No, it was too early for that and she certainly did not believe in love at first sight or falling in love with someone like him.
Infatuation? Not really, he was too far up himself for her to truly appreciate the real Draco Malfoy, who that was and where ever it was.
Like? Hermione pondered, her eyes becoming wide like saucers.
'No, it – it can't be!' Hermione's brain screamed. 'Hermione Anne Granger liking Draco Lucius Malfoy?!' But she knew she could not deny it. No matter how much they fought, she still found him amazingly attractive. The way his hair would always catch the light and it was a colour you would rarely see on a child over the age of three, magical or not. The smirk that made up his attitude, causing girls to either go all faint or scowl at.
"And we mustn't forget all his little whores," Hermione said under her breath, laughing almost menacingly. He had had his way with most of the older Slytherins and the few selected Ravenclaws; most of whom did not try to hide it when they went up and kissed him in the hallway, only to find themselves pushed away with a cruel laugh at the fact their relationship could grow to beyond sex.
"Why the hell does it have to be me?" She said aloud this time, tears of fury rushing down. "He's everything I hate and yet I'm falling. And he doesn't even appreciate me. He still calls me 'mudblood' and 'Granger' after everything. And his manners need some brushing up on as well."
But then Hermione remembered that moment when she had crumbled in front of him. The way he held her and even said sorry like he meant it. 'Oh my god he meant it.' Hermione's face spread into a weak smile.
And that kiss! It had taken her breath away, even if she did slightly lose her mind for a moment.
"Oh, what are we going to do with you hey?" Hermione said, clutching her chest as though speaking to her heart.
Her sleep was another troubled one. But it was not of the 6th year battle, but the coming battle.
It was raining. The ground was becoming a bog and still the numerous figures carried on fighting. Spells were being thrown from one enemy to the other and people ran in front of her. It was then that she saw it. Voldemort and Harry fighting until the end by the looks of it.
"Harry!" She tried to scream, but nothing came out.
He was looking bad, very bad. Cuts covered his body and he didn't have a single ounce of strength left. Voldemort also had his fair share, but not nearly as much.
"On no," She whispered, tears of sorrow escaping her hurt eyes. "No, not Harry, please. He doesn't deserve to die like this."
Harry collapsed to the floor, landing on Voldemort's shoes. He kicked him hard on the chin and sent Harry flying upwards, his wand flying away in a different direction.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!" Voldemort bellowed, Harry's body now just zooming straight to the ground.
Voldemort let out a menacing laugh, his hands thrown up in glory.
Hermione woke up with tears on her cheeks and panicking like never before. She quickly went to the 7th boys' dormitory, not paying attention to the fact that it was 2am or that she was lacking in proper nightwear. All that was on her mind was Harry had to be safe.
She intruded into the dormitory and searched frantically for Harry's bed, at last finding it and rushing over.
He was tossing and droplets of sweat covered his head. This was enough to make Hermione feel much better, but still needed to comfort him. She scooped him up and rocked him back and forth, making 'Ssssh'-ing noises.
Harry opened his eyes sleepily and looked up at the girl. "Hermione?" He said sleepily.
"Yes," She answered a smile gathering.
"What are you doing here?" He was squishing his eyes together, trying to focus. She handed him his glasses and put them on.
"I just came to check on you. Oh it was horrible Harry!"
"What was?" He got out of the hold and sat up on the bed.
She looked down at the floor, trying to remember it.
"I was on a field, it was wet. I think it was the battle. I saw you and Voldemort fighting and you – you – you just fell." Tears escaped at the painful dream, forcing her to make hiccup noises.
"Don't worry, I'm still here. It's not going to be like that, I promise." He wrapped an arm around her and kissed her lightly on the forehead. "Don't worry about me; we've already talked about this. And those dreams; their just dreams."
"But I'm having them more and more now. You know the one about Lucius, and it's terrible with them growing stronger. I'm starting to realise what it was like for you when you were having these kind and all the Occlumency you had to do as well."
The room was filled with silence, only the heaving breathing and snores being given off.
"Umm Hermione do you think...?" Harry said shyly.
She got up quickly, only just becoming aware that he was only in his boxers. She blushed and averted her gaze. "Sorry."
He grinned and pulled on a pair of bottoms, getting back into bed. "Night."
"Night." She went to walk away, but turned around. "Can I spend the rest of my sleep with you Harry?" She was feeling kind of perverted, but always felt better with someone close to her hen she slept.
"Sure." He scooted over and patted the bed, Hermione just grabbing a shirt of his and trousers. She turned around and pulled off her camisole top, too tired to feel embarrassed. She then put the trousers on underneath her skirt and then took it off. She put her clothes on the floor and got in with Harry, who was looking particularly nervous and cleared his throat. She cuddled up to his chest and soundly went to sleep, this time with no bad dreams.
"What the hell is she doing here?!" A voice shouted, waking Hermione up. She groaned and rolled over, trying to get back to sleep. Then she realised she was in the boys dormitory.
"Crap," She said, quickly getting up. Ron, Seamus, Dean, Neville and Harry were all standing up, looking in Harry's bed. "I was ummm. I had a dream so I came in here and ended up sleeping with Harry."
The boys' eyes widened at the last bit.
"You slept with Harry?!" Ron said, mouth open and everything.
"Oh Merlin no! God Ron, who do you think I am?" She shouted.
"Why are your clothes on the floor and why your wearing his?!"
"I went to sleep without getting changed so when I came in here I borrowed some of Harry's. I'm going to have a shower and I'm telling the truth aren't I Harry?!"
All eyes went to him, and he seemed to become nervous. "Yeah, she is."
"See! God I do not go sleeping with my best friends!" Hermione stalked off and slammed the door.
"Well we know that now!" Ron shouted at her back. All the boys looked at him. "What?"
AN: That bit is my favourite! Made me laugh than anything else in this story! He's just so cute and a bit blind but hey? Keep up your amazing reviews and I'll see you soon! Star x