Chapter 4: Beds are Burning
A/N: Oh my! Sorry about the wait people! Very sorry indeed. But I've been extremely busy. No lies. I just wrote this up tonight and hope that its alright. Let me know.. (review!) I hope to have Chapter 5 finished sometime this week. I'll keep you posted. Thanks for the reviews everyone! Making me feel good. Woohoo! Anyways. Readddddd awayyyy. Laterdays.
Hermione woke up and sighed, it was only 4:30. Talk about early! She tried to get back to sleep but couldn't. She kept thinking about the previous night and Draco. Hermione decided to get up and go get some water from the bathroom.
"AH!" Hermione screamed and turned around. In the bathroom, naked, was Draco Malfoy.
"Hermione! Oops! Sorry, I couldn't get to sleep so I took a hot bath, usually helps. I didn't think I would wake you up! Sorry!" He wrapped a white towel around his waste.
Hermione wasn't facing him but she was smiling. Oh my god. He's huge! She wiped the smirk away quickly, "Well, lock the door or something next time. I mean I was innocently getting some water because I couldn't sleep either. Man that woke me up. Won't be able to get back to sleep for sure now!"
"Sorry sorry sorry! Way to make me feel bad. Hermione, you can turn around now." Draco didn't seem the least bit embarrassedabout being seennaked. He was used to women seeing him in the nude. But he felt so different with Hermione because, truth be told, she was innocent. This is what made Draco feel so differently about her. He had to be careful with her. So far, it wasn't going that well.
Hermione turned around slightly and looked quickly at Draco, making sure he wasn't naked, before turning all the way around, "Better." She said and smiled. "Well, now this is awkward…"
"Not really, 'Mione. If you would just… relax." He started to move towards Hermione. Why does she have to be a mudblood? Why can't she just be pureblood so I can have her… and she would be safe. From my father, from the dark side, from anything that wanted to harm her. He smirked when he saw her shying away from him. "Hermione, believe me. I like you. A lot. No bets, no nothing. No need to be afraid of me."
Hermione truly wanted to believe this but couldn't. Why would someone who was so cruel to her for 6 years suddenly change? Had she changed? She wanted him so bad. Just to be near him, to touch him. She kept catching herself checking him out, his hard 6 pack, slick platinum blonde hair, bright blue eyes. He towered over her as he got close.
"Breath Hermione." He said and kissed her, making her unable to do so. He deepened the kiss and made Hermione moan a slight, cute, soft moan. She suddenly snapped back to reality and became embarrassed about the strange noises he was causing. As much as she hated to stop, she pulled away.
"Draco, please, you have to tell me why. Why do you like me suddenly? Why are you doing this? Why are you being nice to me? You've driven me crazy. I can't stop thinking about you and it's been one day, not even. One day! Something isn't right, or maybe it is and I just won't admit it but please. Explain this to me."
"It's hard to explain. It really is," He said as he saw the disappointment in Hermione's eyes. "When I see you… I can't contain myself. I want to touch you, hold you. But you won't let me, you hold yourself back. It's intriguing and it makes me want you more. No there is no bet, no game. It's me and only me. It's me who is feeling this towards you. No lies." He moved to kiss her but Hermione put her hand up and he stopped. She looked deep into his eyes and saw, that as weird as it was, he was telling the truth. She kissed him, hard, to relieve all the anger in her body onto him. Once she pulled away she felta lot better.She kissed him again but made herself stop. I can't do this, not now.
"Don't stop, please Hermione." Draco said softly. Hermione shivered slightly. She didn't want to but a voice in her head was determinedly telling her too.
"Forgive me." She said and turned and jogged out of the bathroom. She headed back into her room and jumped into her bed. There would be no sleeping tonight, she knew that. Her mind was running a mile a minute. Did Draco Malfoy just admit to having feelings for her? He sounded like he meant it. She thought. Oh god, what do I do? She closed her eyes.
Draco was standing alone in the bathroom, saddened by making Hermione run out of the room. What do I do with her? I wonder if she's alright.He wanted to go and check on her, but decided that she probably wanted to be alone. He headed back to his room, alone. He sighed. He knew he wouldn't be able to sleep tonight and that bugged him. Classes tomorrow and I've been up all night. Great! He said. Draco slid into bed and closed his eyes, trying to sleep but failing.
Hermione walked into her last class, Potions. She noticed that almost everyone was there. Hermione was never late. But she also noticed that people were sitting with the strangest people. Harry was sitting with Pansy, Goyle with Parvati, and Crabbe with Lavender. Weird. Immediately she looked for Draco. He was by himself. With a smile on his face, "Here Granger, you're sitting with me." He looked back at Goyle and smirked. Uh oh, he's acting weird again. She sat down and looked at Draco, who didn't look at her. He was busy scribbling down something on ripped parchment. He gave it to her. She looked at him suspiciously but read the note.
Hermione,
Forgive me. You know that I can't publicly show affection to you, yet, at least. I promise that if anything more happens between us that I will not hide it. I am the least bit ashamed of you. But for the time being, I have a reputation to hold. Forgive me.
Love,
Draco
Love. She thought. Oh god, he's being sincere. He actually liked her. She got out her quill, looked up to check if Professor Snape was no where near, he wasn't even in the room, and wrote:
Draco,
Good god, I forgive you. I understand. I think. Forgive me for being muggle-born. I can't help it. But you understand, or do you? You better not be ashamed of me because I have done nothing for you to think like that. Nothing. We will have to see where this goes… but for the time being, hate me (in public only please!)
Love,
Hermione.
She handed it back to him and he looked at it and smiled but did not turn to face her. Checking behind him to see if his followers were looking, he grabbed Hermione's hand and pulled it under the table. Giving it a few squeezes and strokes, Hermione giggled. Malfoy looked back at Goyle and winked. Why does he have to pretend to hate me? Is this worth it? God, I want to hate him but how I don't. Hermione's brain wouldn't stop with the questioning. It was as if she was under prosecution. Damn it brain. Shut it!
Professor Snape came in, suddenly, looking ill. The class shut up immediately as he turned around and threw up. The class chuckled but snuffled it out as Snape looked around with anger. "Class dismissed!" He yelled angrily. Hermione was a little disappointed, but kept it to herself when she noticed everyone else was overjoyed.
"Hermione! Over here!" It was Harry. Hermione walked up to him, looked back at Draco and noticed he was watching.
"Harry! Long-time no talk! How are you?"
"Good, I guess. How are you and Ron?" Hermione noticed that Ron was already gone. Strange. She thought.
"Uh, history. We haven't spoken since then and I'd rather not keep it that way but oh well. He's too chicken to talk to me, then that's the way it is. So what are you doing this weekend? I hear we get to go to Hogsmeade already! Wanna go with me?" Hermione smiled sweetly. She missed Harry a lot. Harry hadn't done anything wrong. Plus, she needed someone to talk to, other than Ginny.
"Well, I was planning on going with Ron. But he has Lavender. Oops, sorry!" Harry noticed a little flick of anger come upon Hermione's face as he said her name.
"No worries. So, see you Sunday?"
"Wouldn't miss it for the world." He hugged her quickly and ran off.
Hermione turned around to see Draco standing exactly where he was to begin with. He was smiling, "So you don't want to go to Hogsmeade with me?"
"Oh, well, I thought… that… well… I thought that that was too "public" as you call it. I didn't think you would want to. Right?"
"I guess you are right in a way. It may be toopublic. But still... today is Monday, by Sunday… you never know." He winked at her and started to walk out. Hermione looked around the room, noticing no was there, and thanked God. She ran to catch up with him.
"Draco," He spun around, "wait up!" Hermione caught up with him. "So how did all your classes go?" She asked.
"Good, I guess. Glad they're over now." There was a moment of silence. "So whatcha doing now?" He asked.
"Don't know. Going back to our room I guess. Doing homework then meeting up with Ginny maybe."
"Maybe, eh?" They got to the portrait and said the password, Riddikulus, and walked in. "So, Hermione Granger." He turned and faced her. She put down her books and turned to him. He was a foot away and moving closer. He brought his head down and kissed her. This time, for the first time, Hermione opened her mouth and greeted his tongue with a soft moan. He massaged her tongue gently and had her practically weak at knees. Draco was defiantly practised at this and started to move her to their big leather couch. He lay down on top of her as he put her on the couch. She unconsciously started to take off his robe and shirt. She rubbed her finger tips along his ripped abs, and felt him shiver.
Draco started to kiss down her neck... taking off her robes too. Underneath she wore a baby blue buttoned up shirt and jeans. He undid her shirt and slipped it off to find her wearing a bra about the same colour as her shirt. He brushed his hands up her sides as she uncontrollably moaned again. She felt so good under him, safe. He was getting aroused by Hermione's great body. He once again brushed his hands up her side again, this time taking everything in. Her subtle curves, her luscious, soft skin, her perfect chest. He looked deep into her eyes and kissed her.
Hermione's mind was going crazy. I can't do this. This isn't right. I don't think I can do this. She couldn't stop now though. He has my shirt off. He has his shirt off. He's going for my pants. Oh my god, he's going for my pants! She suddenly jumped. Draco looked at her. "Draco, wait." He still looked at her, but stopped. "Don't be mad at me, please, but I can't do this."
"Hermione," He lifted her head so she would meet him in the eyes, "I understand. I can't be mad at you for this. If you're not ready, you're not ready."
"Thanks," She said quietly. Suddenly, confidence came over the ashamed girl, "I'll let you know when I am though." She smirked, he smirked back.
"I'll be waiting…" Hermione got up and walked away. Draco watched her as she walked up the stairs to her room and sighed. Man, all of this for nothing. She better be worth it. A little voice in the back of his said: She is.
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