Draco quickly leaned over and caught Hermione's unconscious form as she fell to the ground. Dumbledore looked at him and smiled.
"If you would please bring her this way, I will show you to your rooms," he said, then turned and walked out of the Hall. Draco stared after Dumbledore's retreating form. He could have sworn the old coot had winked at him!
Shrugging, he picked up Hermione, marveling at how light she was. Draco saw her lips; so soft, so kissable... He reprimanded himself. Trying to keep his hormones in check, he followed Dumbledore.
He hurried after the HeadMaster only to find him stopped at a portrait of a large bowl of fruit.
"Is this it?" he asked. Dumbledore looked at him and shook his head.
"The only way to get to your room is to go through here. You must tickle the pear to get inside the kitchens. Dobby the house elf will lead you from there." With that, Dumbledore turned and left.
Draco looked after him for a second, then cautiously tickled the pear. To his surprise it giggled and turned into a handle. He turned it and the whole portrait swung open.
Dobby scurried toward him and squeaked, "M-master Malfoy! What are you doing here?" Draco could tell he was terrified.
"Where are the Heads' rooms?" he asked, not unkindly. Dobby pointed to a picture of a golden snake coiled around the arm of a young woman who looked amazingly like Hermione. Draco shook the thought out of his head then walked toward the portrait. It opened by itself when he came near it. He heard Dobby come in after him.
He said, still shakily, "You must choose a password together."
Draco nodded, setting Hermione down on a couch. Dobby left, the portrait slamming shut behind him. Looking at Hermione now, he found he couldn't resist. He leaned over her and kissed her softly on the lips. Draco pulled away as she stirred.
Hermione's Point Of View
"Where am I?" she asked. "Who just..." She stopped as she noticed who he was. Had he been the one who kissed her? She felt her lips with her fingers. She dropped her hand, assuming she had imagined it.
"You're in the Heads' room Granger," Malfoy said. He was looking at her strangely. She tried hard to place the look in his eyes, but found herself pulled inside of them, as she had been at Platform Nine and Three Quarters. She tried to shake out of it, but her mind wouldn't let her. That fluttery feeling was in her stomach again. What was happening to her?
Draco touched her hand. "Are you okay?" he asked. Hermione felt her head swim with his touch. Hermione couldn't breath.
"I'm going to bed," she managed to gasp out. She fled up the stairs to her left, leaving a smirking Draco on the couch. He knew his plan would work.
Hermione walked into a room and was startled by its beauty. The ceiling was the same as the Great Hall, charmed to look like the sky. The night was beautiful; dark blue with silver stars twinkling all over. They were almost the color of Draco's eyes... Hermione snapped out of it. Why couldn't she get Malfoy off her mind?
Hermione stopped thinking about him and examined the rest of the room. There was a wooden dresser with a huge mirror. Hermione saw a door and opened it. It was a gigantic closet! Somehow, her clothes were already in there. Hermione dismissed it, used to strange things at Hogwarts. There was a bed with a canopy. It was decorated in all purple. Hermione loved it!
Down the hallway a bit was another door. She opened it to find the biggest bathroom she had ever seen in her life. Everything was pure white! There were two sinks with diamond handles, an absolutely gigantic tub the size of a small swimming pool, and what looked like a Jacuzzi. Hermione stepped out of the room to see if there was anything else.
There was only one more door. Curiosity overtook her, and she peeked into the other room. It was exactly the same as hers except the bed didn't have a canopy and it was decorated in silver. Draco would surely claim this room.
Hermione stopped. She had called him Draco. For the second time in one day, she fainted.
"If you would please bring her this way, I will show you to your rooms," he said, then turned and walked out of the Hall. Draco stared after Dumbledore's retreating form. He could have sworn the old coot had winked at him!
Shrugging, he picked up Hermione, marveling at how light she was. Draco saw her lips; so soft, so kissable... He reprimanded himself. Trying to keep his hormones in check, he followed Dumbledore.
He hurried after the HeadMaster only to find him stopped at a portrait of a large bowl of fruit.
"Is this it?" he asked. Dumbledore looked at him and shook his head.
"The only way to get to your room is to go through here. You must tickle the pear to get inside the kitchens. Dobby the house elf will lead you from there." With that, Dumbledore turned and left.
Draco looked after him for a second, then cautiously tickled the pear. To his surprise it giggled and turned into a handle. He turned it and the whole portrait swung open.
Dobby scurried toward him and squeaked, "M-master Malfoy! What are you doing here?" Draco could tell he was terrified.
"Where are the Heads' rooms?" he asked, not unkindly. Dobby pointed to a picture of a golden snake coiled around the arm of a young woman who looked amazingly like Hermione. Draco shook the thought out of his head then walked toward the portrait. It opened by itself when he came near it. He heard Dobby come in after him.
He said, still shakily, "You must choose a password together."
Draco nodded, setting Hermione down on a couch. Dobby left, the portrait slamming shut behind him. Looking at Hermione now, he found he couldn't resist. He leaned over her and kissed her softly on the lips. Draco pulled away as she stirred.
Hermione's Point Of View
"Where am I?" she asked. "Who just..." She stopped as she noticed who he was. Had he been the one who kissed her? She felt her lips with her fingers. She dropped her hand, assuming she had imagined it.
"You're in the Heads' room Granger," Malfoy said. He was looking at her strangely. She tried hard to place the look in his eyes, but found herself pulled inside of them, as she had been at Platform Nine and Three Quarters. She tried to shake out of it, but her mind wouldn't let her. That fluttery feeling was in her stomach again. What was happening to her?
Draco touched her hand. "Are you okay?" he asked. Hermione felt her head swim with his touch. Hermione couldn't breath.
"I'm going to bed," she managed to gasp out. She fled up the stairs to her left, leaving a smirking Draco on the couch. He knew his plan would work.
Hermione walked into a room and was startled by its beauty. The ceiling was the same as the Great Hall, charmed to look like the sky. The night was beautiful; dark blue with silver stars twinkling all over. They were almost the color of Draco's eyes... Hermione snapped out of it. Why couldn't she get Malfoy off her mind?
Hermione stopped thinking about him and examined the rest of the room. There was a wooden dresser with a huge mirror. Hermione saw a door and opened it. It was a gigantic closet! Somehow, her clothes were already in there. Hermione dismissed it, used to strange things at Hogwarts. There was a bed with a canopy. It was decorated in all purple. Hermione loved it!
Down the hallway a bit was another door. She opened it to find the biggest bathroom she had ever seen in her life. Everything was pure white! There were two sinks with diamond handles, an absolutely gigantic tub the size of a small swimming pool, and what looked like a Jacuzzi. Hermione stepped out of the room to see if there was anything else.
There was only one more door. Curiosity overtook her, and she peeked into the other room. It was exactly the same as hers except the bed didn't have a canopy and it was decorated in silver. Draco would surely claim this room.
Hermione stopped. She had called him Draco. For the second time in one day, she fainted.