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Yankee Accents

Chapter Fourteen: Naughty Dreams
Written By: Auburn Lily

And so, Hermione slept in Harry dormitories from that day onward, so as to keep up appearances. Harry slept on the couch in the sitting room (much to Hermione's dismay), and Hermione slept in his bed, dreaming dreams that shouldn't be dreamt.

She didn't know, however, how much resolve was keeping Harry down in the commons, alone and cold, on the couch. All she knew was the resolve that was keeping her from running to find where Draco's dormitory was. It wouldn't be that hard, after all. She had soon found out, the day after she had gotten here in fact, that the professor's names were inscribed on the plaque above their door, on the plaque that had once blinked "vacancy" in her face.

Every night she tossed and turned, and every day the waistband of her casual pants grew tighter. Her morning sickness was becoming increasingly worse, and she knew that the time her baby resided in her stomach was growing shorter and shorter.

She had gone to see Madam Pomfrey about her pregnancy and, much to Hermione's delight, she had discovered that she was to have twins, a boy and a girl, to be born in late October sometime. And when Hermione couldn't sleep, she spent the wistful hours thinking of names that the girls might like, or names that Draco might like.

She knew the names of his other children weren't names he had crafted, but names that his dark witch wife had derived from her own culture. It was becoming unbearable to think about, Draco and Auset… together, the way Hermione had dreamed of being with him. She wondered why, if it had all been an accident, he had continued having children with her.

She hadn't laid eyes on his angel's body out of all of the time she had been at Hogwarts; she presumed after what Harry had said that he preferred the enclosed space that the dungeons offered him. She also assumed that he merely went to his classes in the morning, ate there, and then at the end of the day, walked back to his quarters.

She knew that he hadn't seen her either, but she knew he was aware of the fact that she was there. He sent her owls every once in a while, requesting her appearance at his door.

And it was even harder for Hermione, now that she was here at Hogwarts and in such close proximity to him, to stay away.

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February meshed with March, which collided with April, and soon Hermione was doling out summer assignments to all of her prospective Arithmancy and Ancient Runes students.

She held a meeting for all of the students, so as not to have to keep repeating the same assignments over, and now she stood at the front of Professor Vector's classroom, which was soon to be hers, round as ever.

"Good evening, all," she announced, as the last of the students wandered in. "I have copied assignment sheets for all of you, no matter what year you are entering next, and they will be passed out at the end. However, I wish to warn you now, these courses are not easy, especially the advanced ones, which are taught to sixth and seventh years. I can see that I have a few of these. I am warning you now that if you are not able to handle an immense workload, than you should not be here. I do not accept late work; I do not fool around with either of my subjects. Your summer assignments should be a clear example of whether or not you will be able to handle my classes. I am a serious martyr when it comes to education, and I do not take my subjects lightly. I do not expect any of you sitting here now to either.

"Now, I suppose I should include with this meeting a run down of my courses, a basic introduction, if you will:

"The books I have assigned are very large, complete and complex. At the beginning of each week, or the first class that you have with me each week, I will expect extensive notes on the chapter we are currently covering, as well as study guides, and the questions at the end of each chapter to be completed. I will be handing out a syllabus of each course at the end, which lists the chapters we cover each week, along with your summer assignments, and book requirements. We move very quickly in all of these courses, because there is so much material, and you can expect to have a test, be it essay or short answer, at the end of each week. Along with these assignments, I will assign random essays and term papers to be written. These are not listed on your syllabus, and will be required to be at least two feet in length.

"Like I said before, if you are not willing to put as much effort into this class as, say Quidditch or anything else you are immensely interested in, you will not succeed. I can promise you that. Now, all those who are taking Arithmancy, raise your hands, and you will receive the requirements, and so forth. As you can see, all of the years are listed in one paper, so you need to simply find the year you are taking the class, and underneath that, you will find all of the assignments and books I am requiring."

Hermione finished handing out the Arithmancy papers, and proceeded to distribute the Ancient Runes' ones.

"I hope all of you enjoy your summer. Do study hard for your exams: they are not easy. Hopefully, I will see you next year, with all of your completed assignments to give me the first day of classes. Thank you for your time. You may go." And she dismissed them with a wave of her hand.

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That night she lay in her bed again, restless and distraught with memories of her and Draco…

"Here, love," he whispered, as cool night air drifted through gothic windows, disguised in billowing white ghosts.

She glanced at him, his pale skin molten gold in the amber candlelight and his silver eyes turned to mercury lined with angel's lashes. His warm breath washed over her, sending shivers up and down her spine, and she closed her eyes once more, as he traced the curves of her side with his thumb…

'No, can't think of such enticing memories… bad Hermione, very bad…' she repeated over and over in her mind.

But she couldn't help herself. She couldn't stop the images of times past, times in which she had been so incredibly happy, times in which she could barely contain her laughter because she had once been so content with her life.

Times in which his lips had grazed hers, times in which their skin had shared glistening perspiration, times in which her hands had so skillfully invoked and released passion in him that he had never before thought possible.

And for some dismaying reason, every night that Hermione didn't spend lying awake, she spent dreaming of the night in the pub, where she had met her match once more, where she had flown and cried and sang and laughed. Where she had finally felt what she had been dreaming for such a long time.

One night, however, she abandoned her resolve and dressed, cast a concealment charm on herself, and crept past Harry's sleeping form, and out the door.

A/N: It's not very long and I'm sorry. I recently hurt my ankle real bad in one of my dance classes, and I haven't been up and about as much. I also have a lot of summer work I need to get complete. It's overwhelming how much my teachers have given to me. I hope you like this chapter, and hopefully I'll have the next one up soon. Maybe I'll stay up tonight and write it. I don't know; it depends on how I'm feeling.

Thanks for reading and you could be nice and review me? Pretty please? They always make me happy.

And thanks also to Lady of Ankoku, for her wonderful beta-ing skills.