Author's Notes: Hey guys! Sorry for that totally lame previous chapter but
I promise I'll work extra hard on this chapter to make up for that one.
Enjoy!
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Hermione woke up as her alarm clock beeped almost mercilessly shrill in her ear. She irritatingly slapped the off button on the offensive contraption as she staggered out of her bed. Her head spun and throbbed and her eyes could barely open. She was still a bit disoriented as she tried to recall what she did last night that got her sleeping so late. Then it hit her. Draco.
She felt weird as if it was all a dream but as her head finally cleared, she realized how real last night was. Her cheeks warmed as the memory of their kiss last night came to her and suddenly, she found herself feeling giddy and excited to see him.
She smiled broadly as she entered the bathroom and took a quick and refreshing bath. Humming to herself, she happily shampooed and conditioned her hair and lathered herself. How badly the school year started for her, that's how good it suddenly turned over right now. Maybe even better.
When she stepped out of the shower, she got dressed quickly and brushed her hair so that it shone beautifully and cascaded in soft wisps of golden brown curls over her shoulders down to her waist. She applied a little blush to her cheeks and glossed her lips and with one last look of satisfaction at her reflection in the mirror, she grabbed her backpack and headed out of her bedroom.
Try as she might, she couldn't wipe the silly smile off her face and when he saw Draco ambling down the stairs from his room, her heart skipped a beat and her palms began to feel sweaty.
She suddenly didn't know how to act around him. How should she act? What if he just realized that last night was the biggest mistake he had ever done and he'd just ignore her? Maybe he was just drunk last night that he didn't mean what he had said and done? Or maybe, it was all a trick just to have her act like a fool in front of him and give him yet another license to make fun of her today. She bit her lips nervously as she watched him walk in long strides, adjusting his tie and completely unaware of her presence. Her mind was a jumble of different 'what ifs', both ordinary and surreal. Hermione took long rapid breaths and tried to calm herself. Finally, he looked at her and for a moment, their eyes were locked together.
"So, how'd you sleep last night?" Draco broke the silence with his surprisingly warm and sexy voice and Hermione smiled, relaxing
"It was fine," she shrugged as casually as she could manage, considering how hard and fast her heart was hammering, when Draco wordlessly stepped towards her and captured her mouth in a sweet, long, knee-wobbling kiss,
When they finally pulled apart, Hermione was out of breath.
"Wow," she breathed and Draco smiled.
"I just figured we needed that to deal with the rest of the day,"
Hermione nodded, remembering their deal, and suddenly knots started to form in her stomach. How could she possibly manage to keep this from Harry, Ron and Ginny? Not to mention Lavender and Parvati?
"Right," she said as she straightened out her robes, "Well, I better go ahead. It wouldn't be too normal for them to see us walk to the Great Hall together," she smiled nervously and motioned to leave when Draco grabbed her wrist and pulled her to him,
"Last one," he whispered as their bodies were pressed together and their faces were only a fraction of an inch apart. Hermione smiled as she tilted her head and welcomed Draco's lips with hers.
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"Anyway, I'm so mad! I just can't believe Snape would stoop so low just to strip points from us!" Ginny shook her head and Harry watched as her long red hair swung back and forth before framing her slightly freckled face.
Ron let out a breath, "You better believe it Gin. He's such a git!"
Harry only nodded as Hermione came bouncing to their place.
"Good Morning!" she sang as she slid beside Ginny, smiling widely "Wonderful morning isn't it?"
They all regarded her with bewildered expressions. Hermione was acting extra perky today. . . Perkier than usual, in fact.
"Are you alright, Hermione?" Ginny asked and Hermione nodded good-naturedly as she helped herself with bacon, eggs, muffins, toast, and probably everything else from the table.
As she gobbled up large amounts of food, Ron warily poured some milk on her goblet and handed it to her, which she took with a wide, good-natured smile, before she gobbled up her eggs,
Harry raised his eyebrows. Seemed like Hermione completely transformed overnight. Gone was her perpetual weary look and the blank and depressed look on her normally bright and expressive brown eyes, instead, her clear hazel eyes seemed to have an extra sparkle today and her cheeks were actually rosy,
"Whoa! Slow down Hermione or you'll choke yourself to death," he said and Hermione laughed as she swallowed her food and gulped down about half of her milk,
"I just don't know why I got so hungry this morning," she said, wiping her mouth with a napkin before picking up a blueberry muffin
"Maybe because you haven't been eating right for almost a month," Ron pointed out and Harry and Ginny looked away uncomfortably but Hermione just shrugged,
"Probably," she said as she took a large bite of her muffin and chewed thoughtfully before finishing her milk,
"Seriously, Hermione! You're scaring me!" Ron looked at her in disbelief,
"I'm just in a good mood! What's so scary about that?" she asked, laughing, "Hey, these muffins are great! The house elves really outdid themselves this time,"
Harry smiled and shook his head, glad that Hermione was back to her original, beautiful self. . . the one he fell in love with.
"Yeah, Ron. She's finally eating norm- err, right," Ginny corrected, smiling at Hermione, "And she's finally smiling and back to her old happy self again,"
"That's right. Don't dampen her spirits," Harry put in and Hermione smiled broadly at her friends and Harry only smiled back.
Sure, he thought Hermione was acting pretty strangely today but that's better than Hermione acting all gloomy and brooding. It was a much more welcoming sight.
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Draco managed to finally pull his gaze from Hermione as he tried to listen to Blaise,
"So, how's our little Gryffindor mudblood doing?" he asked and Draco controlled his urge to punch that sly grin from his face.
He just shrugged, "It's going well," he said coolly, sneaking a glance at her again. No matter how he convinced himself otherwise, it would be impossible for him to shoot his usual insults at her without thinking of how much he wanted to grab her and kiss her senseless.
He sighed frustratingly and he heard Blaise chuckle beside him,
"What?" he turned to him sharply, his gray eyes narrowing menacingly and Blaise held up his hands as if in surrender,
"Nothing, man! Relax. I was just thinking about the damage you'll cause when you finally rob her of her virginity and crush her pathetic little spirits when you break it off with her," he laughed, "Hey, what if that little mudblood actually falls for you? Ha! Wouldn't that be so great! Oh, I bet it would," he laughed and Draco feigned a short laugh before lapsing into a thoughtful silence.
What if she did? Impossible. Hermione's much too smart to fall for me. But maybe there's a slight chance that she would, after all, she seemed like a romantic person. And if by that slim chance she did, would breaking up with her after sleeping with her be that sweet and great?
Sure it would. He convinced himself firmly but somehow, he was having second thoughts.
"Come on, man, it's time for class," Blaise snapped him out of his thoughts and he realized that breakfast was over and all he had eaten was half a piece of toast.
He groaned as he stood up and grabbed his books. He had to stop obsessing about Hermione and start thinking on some other important things as well. Like eating.
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"Move!" Draco snapped as he elbowed Harry to one side and entered the dungeons for double potions and Harry staggered sideways, bumping into Ron.
"Watch it, Malfoy!" Ron answered back, scowling as he shot dagger stares at Draco.
Hermione exhaled loudly. This was harder than she thought. She just hoped Draco wouldn't make it harder for her to act normally around him in front of his friends.
Finally, Draco turned to them and smirked at them and Hermione exhaled sharply.
"Look, it's the wonder trio!" he said, ambling towards them with Blaise, Crabbe and Goyle behind him.
"Sod off, Malfoy!" Harry warned and all he got was a raised eyebrow from Draco and a smirk from his perfect lips. He looked so sexy with his smoldering gray eyes and lopsided smirk. Hermione looked away.
"What's the matter, Granger? Don't have any wiseass cracks to throw?" Blaise's voice came and Hermione finally looked up but her gaze only riveted briefly to Blaise and stayed on Draco, who was looking at her expectantly, with the smirk still present.
"How about 'Here's a sickle, buy yourself a life!'?" she tilted her head and eyed him challengingly before she rolled her eyes and walked away from the crowd, unable to see Draco's ill-hidden admiring gaze following her
Hermione breathed a sigh of relief as she settled down in her seat as Harry and Ron sat beside her. It seemed like the whole encounter with Draco sucked the energy out of her.
"You okay, Hermione?" Harry asked, studying her face, which was unmercifully flushed and warm
She managed a smile, "Yeah, I'm fine," she said as her heartbeat grew faster and harder. It was always tough for her to lie. . . especially to her closest friends.
"Well, don't let Malfoy get to you. Just ignore him and eventually, he'll get the message," Harry said and Ron joined in,
"Ignore him? More like give him a punch or two, then maybe he'll get the message," Ron said angrily and Hermione tried to hide her smile.
It was funny how this usual conversation of theirs felt different to her now. A week ago, she'd have added her own personal thoughts of what an irritating, spoiled brat Draco Malfoy is but now, she came up blank.
It seemed that all that has been occupying her mind was his smoldering gray eyes and his tantalizing mouth that could weaken her knees with just a brush.
Hermione felt her cheeks heat up again as she snuck a glance towards Draco, who, surprisingly, was looking at her openly, his blue-gray eyes boring into her as if trying to suck in her very presence.
She didn't know what to do, whether or not she should smile at him. It wasn't as if they were friends. As a matter of fact, they aren't, they were just simply two people who are fooling around behind their friends' backs.
Hermione bit her lip nervously and forced herself to look away, realizing how much is at stake here. She could lose Harry, Ron and the rest of her friends instantly if they'd be caught.
Is it really worth jeopardizing seven years of friendship for a few days of fun and fooling around with Draco? Her, and not to mention, her best friends' worst enemy? The most obnoxious and cruel person she had known?
She sighed heavily, what in the world had she gotten herself into? She was supposed to be the smart one, the more LOGICAL one, and here she is, messing around with a Slytherin. . . and not just any other Slytherin, a Malfoy, of all people!
Professor Snape entered the dungeons with his usual swift movement and long strides and his perpetual scowl as he looked down on the Gryffindors as if they're a bunch of worthless pieces of scum whose mere presence annoyed him extremely.
"Alright, before I pair you up for our activity today, let me do a little recap of our discussion yesterday on the different types of commonly used potions. For example, the nocturniserum. Longbottom!"
He snapped, turning sharply to Neville who jumped in his seat, startled and wide eyed,
"Would you tell me what this particular potion does?"
"Well, Sir, the potion is for. . . well," Neville stammered nervously as Snape drummed his fingers impatiently on Neville's desk,
"Are you implying that you don't know the answer, Longbottom?" Snape arched and eyebrow and looked down at Neville menacingly,
"Zora!" Snape called to a pointy-faced Slytherin with long, dark stringy hair and way too much eye shadow,
"It's a potion for inducing sleep, Professor," she said smugly, smirking triumphantly at Neville
Snape's mouth twitched into a smile, "Ten points for Slytherin and ten from Gryffindor," he announced and faced the Gryffindors, specifically Harry, as if daring him to complain.
Hermione could see Harry's fist clenched tightly and forced herself to stay quiet. After all, that was the only way to get through two hours of this Double Potions torture.
"Now, who can tell me what potion that induces dreams?" Snape continued silkily and when no one seemed to know the answer, Hermione's hand shot up instinctively,
Snape turned to her with narrow gaze and scowled deeply as if her mere action was a major offense,
"Yes, miss Granger?" he said silkily, scowling
Hermione took a deep breath and willed herself to sound calm and respectful, despite the growing loath and irritation she felt for this teacher,
"It is called the morphiserum, Professor," she finally answered and Snape didn't even look a bit pleased or impressed by her answer. In fact, he looked damning, just like every time Hermione or a Gryffindor gives the correct answer.
"And how does this work, miss Granger? I'm assuming you know about this since you seem to know everything else," he said and the Slytherins snickered,
Hermione took deep breaths to calm herself,
"Yes, sir, as a matter of fact, I happen to know how it works," she answered as calmly as possible but Snape clearly was planning to break her collectiveness,
"So? Enlighten us,"
"Well, the potion goes right to the brain, specifically to subconscious part and there it induces the desired dream of that person,"
"And how would you concoct this potion and achieve this 'desired dream'?" Snape snapped, clearly growing even more annoyed
Hermione smiled slightly, keeping herself from smirking triumphantly. Easy.
"Well, professor, first of all, one must make the basic nocturniserum potion then it is just a matter of adding one more ingredient depending on the dream you wish to induce, and of course, a thing or a part of a person's body to whom you want to dream about,"
Snape now looked sulkier than ever as he nodded forcibly,
"Well, you've heard miss Granger now I want you to make the morphiserum and I want it by pairs. Slytherin and Gryffindor! No arguments!" Snape snapped and glared at Harry and Ron as he said his last two words. There was a collective groan from the Slytherins that Snape chose to ignore
Hermione scowled. He always does this when he's mad. Why does he always want to punish them? He can be such an incorrigible git at times. . . okay, all the time!
"Ah, Crabbe and Weasley. . . Goyle and Potter. . . Parkinson and Longbottom. . . Zabini and Brown. . . Zora and Thomas. . .Zinn and Finnigan. . . Finch and Patil. . ." Snape called out, pointing to different work desks as he called each pair, making sure that it was the desk of the Slytherin half of the pair and with grudging faces, the Gryffindors dragged themselves to their smirking partners.
Hermione ground her teeth, mentally picturing different torturing techniques she could use on Snape.
She could dip him in a cauldron of burning hot oil. . . or maybe she could release a jar of piranhas in his bathtub. . . or maybe she could use a voodoo doll and a couple dozen pins and needles. . .
"Granger!" Snape snapped and Hermione looked up at him,
He stared at her, his eyes condensing, "It appears as though our little know-it-all wasn't paying attention and therefore wasting my time," he said silkily and as Hermione stood up, Snape scowled,
"With Mr. Malfoy and step on it!" he snapped before he strode to his desk,
Hermione glanced at Draco and finally walked to his place and sat quietly. He looked at her briefly but didn't bother to move back and make some space for her.
"Now in every activity, this will be your permanent places and partners," he said and Ron groaned softly as Hermione shot him a comforting glance.
She felt Draco stir in his seat but she didn't dare look at him. Heaven knows what she's inclined to do when she sees that pair of silver eyes he had!
"Now, I want you to use the remaining time to research on the morphiserum, and maybe get acquainted with your partners," Snape smirked maliciously, "and I'm expecting that there'd be no more questions asked for tomorrow's experiment!" Snape said as he sat on his chair.
Hermione finally pulled out her book and opened to her marked page, "This should be easy," she mumbled to herself, as Draco leaned over and rested his hand on her thigh where her short school skirt ended,
"Well, I'm glad to hear that," he whispered hoarsely that made Hermione's face heat up and her body tingle,
"Um, well, where should we start?" Hermione tried to sound casual but Draco's hand, which was stroking her thighs and threatening to go higher under her skirt was making her extremely unsettled. She should try to stop him but her hands were paralyzed on top of the table. It was like her mind was screaming 'STOP!' but her body's screaming 'GO ON!'
"Well, you obviously did the research, so I guess it's time for the 'get acquainted with your partner' part," he drawled as Hermione fought the urge to jump on him and give him what he wants. . . which, she was on the verge of doing.
Draco's hand finally reached under her skirt and was now caressing her inner thigh and Hermione's breathing became ragged, her hands still frozen,
"Stop it, Draco," she hissed, "Everybody's here! They might see you!"
Draco only smirked, "That's the least of my worries now, Granger," he smirked as Hermione finally managed to grab his wrist and pull his hand away from her thigh,
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"I'm serious!" she whispered and Draco stared at her, smirking, as he knocked over the ink bottle in front of him, spilling black liquid all over Hermione and himself.
Hermione let out a squeal of surprise as she stood up, her uniform soaked, and the dark ink dripping down to the floor. He also stood up, mirroring her reaction,
"Draco! You clumsy. . ." she exclaimed before she had realized that she had used his first name in front of the whole Potions class. Good thing the class was so stunned to even notice.
Professor Snape got up from his chair, "What's the commotion there Granger?"
"Please, sir, Malfoy spilled ink on me," she said and Snape looked at Draco's ink stained robes and scowled,
"I'm sure it was an accident," he said dismissively and Hermione turned to Draco wide eyed before she turned back to Snape,
"No it wasn't! He did it on purpose!" she insisted and Snape scowled as Draco tried to hide his smile.
"Why on earth would he do that, Miss Granger? And do you think he'd want to douse himself with ink as well? Do you Mister Malfoy?"
"Of course not, professor. It was all an accident. The ink bottle was merely in my way so I knocked it over. . . accidentally," he said, stressing the last word with utmost gravity, ignoring the death glares that Potter and Weasley were shooting him,
"Very well, it's settled then. It was clearly an accident. Both of you, clean yourselves up," he waved them away and Malfoy smirked as Hermione looked at Snape's back in angry indignation and walked in angry strides to the door
"Thank you, professor," he said before following Hermione out of the dungeons.
Hermione was striding angrily, mumbling to herself when he caught up with her just as she was about to enter the girls' lavatory.
Hermione ignored him as she pushed the heavy wooden door to the restroom and Draco followed her inside,
"What are you doing here? You're not supposed to be in here!" she snapped
He pulled her to him but she twisted away.
"What do you want? Do you want to make sure I'm pissed off? Cause I am! Why did you spill the ink on me anyway? And don't you dare say it was an accident because I saw you do it on purpose! What, did you suddenly feel the need to drown me with ink? Why, dammit! Why?" she exclaimed,
"To be able to do this," he said as he pulled her closer, crushing her body to his and captured her mouth in a hungry kiss.
Hermione tried to protest as she squirmed violently but he just merely pulled her to one of the empty cubicles and kicked the door close.
When he pulled away, Hermione's hair was disheveled and her lips were puffy, looking very, very sexy that he could feel himself harden with just the sight of her.
"We have more than an hour to 'clean ourselves up' Granger, I suggest we better get started," he panted as he pinned Hermione to the wall and kissed her hungrily as his hands traveled up and down her thighs,
"Draco, wait. . ." she mumbled against his lips but he didn't listen to her. She was trying to squirm away from his grasp but he was far too busy to notice or listen to anything right now, except maybe her soft mouth, smooth skin and her moans of pleasure,
"Draco," her voice was more of like an urgent whisper right now and Draco found it even sexier.
He busily unbuttoned her shirt as he felt Hermione give in. He smiled against her lips as he forced it to open with his tongue. Hermione finally moaned as her luscious mouth opened and kissed him back with as much passion as his.
Finally, he got her blouse open and her bra unhooked when Hermione's leg wrapped around his waist.
Bloody hell! Was she really an innocent little Gryffindor virgin?
At this point, it took a lot for him to believe that. Can a naive little virgin really be capable for this kind of arousal he was feeling right now? Was it even possible?
Draco was sure he had never felt this way before with the other girls he had had sex with.
It was like Hermione had awakened different feelings of desire and excitement that was deep inside of him. . . feelings he himself didn't even know he had. It was then he realized that Hermione Granger, the muggle-born Gryffindor virgin, the stiff, know-it-all, wasn't all that he thought she'd be. Sure she was still a know-it-all but hell! She wasn't stiff at all.
Draco kissed Hermione's slender neck and she gasped,
"Oh, god! This is so wrong. . ." she whispered unconvincingly as Draco sucked the skin just below her collarbone,
His hands traveled up and under her skirt as he fumbled with the hem of her underwear, trying to pull it down and just as things were getting hot and heavy, they heard a loud bang that reverberated through the whole lavatory and two female voices came.
Hermione inhaled deeply as she pulled Draco away and bit her lip in obvious panic. Draco looked at her, taking in her tousled hair, puffy lips and disheveled, ink-stained school robes and felt the urge to continue what he was doing.
Never had he thought that a messy looking muggle-born Gryffindor could look so damned sexy.
"Did you really, Pansy? Oh, that's so hot!" a shrill squeal came along with Pansy's familiar laughter,
"Well, after a few dozen times I think I'm getting pretty used to it," she said, with that familiar touch of authority in her voice and Draco's blood boiled.
Pansy's awful timing was downright annoying that he instantly pictured himself wringing her all too thick neck and her pug-like face squirming in agony.
"Of course, last night, well, it was pretty special," she continued and Draco almost groaned. No way was he interested in hearing Pansy's latest conquests. . . the mere thought of her overweight naked body makes him want to throw up. Now Hermione's naked body on the other hand. . .
He glanced at Hermione. She was eyeing the cubicle door warily, biting her lip and nervously wringing her hands.
"Why? What did Malfoy do?"
Draco knitted his eyebrows in surprise and frowned. What did I do?
Hermione faced him with a look of surprised disgust on her face, her jaw dropped. He was about to explain that he had no idea what they were talking about when Pansy answered,
"Let's just say Draco was extra hot last night," she said mysteriously as the sound of running water came and Hermione gasped as her hand flew to cover her mouth and her eyebrows were so violently knitted that Draco feared she might pop a vein.
What the hell was Pansy blabbing about? He never did anything to her, much less sleep with her last night. He clenched his fist, trying to control himself from stepping out and punching Pansy right in the gut just to silence her.
"Really? Oh my god Pansy, you are so lucky! Draco Malfoy's only like the hottest guy in all of Hogwarts!" her friend squealed and Pansy laughed,
"I know! And not to brag or anything, but last night, during our three amazing hours in his bed, he told me that I was the only one he wanted," she giggled and Draco's jaw dropped as Hermione's other hand covered her mouth as well. Her breathing became heavy and shallow that Draco reached for her in an attempt to calm her but she just shrugged his hand away.
"And after he said that, we made love again until dawn," Pansy breathed, "Then of course, I left his room and went back to ours," she turned off the faucet and their voices seemed to be heading for the door,
"Why?" her friend asked interestedly and Draco's head throbbed violently.
"Oh because he told me that that stupid mudblood might find out and get us expelled. You know how all law-abiding and prim and proper that little slut wants the professors to believe she is!" Pansy said as the door finally closed and their voices faded away through the hallway,
It was only then that a sob escaped from Hermione as she unlocked the cubicle and strode out.
"Hermione," Draco began but he got caught as Hermione turned sharply to him, her eyes flashing angrily and her face filled with tears.
"Don't talk to me!" she said as she turned the faucet on and began dampening the ink stains on her robe.
Draco exhaled sharply,
"Listen to me!" he said as calmly as he could manage but Hermione was already sobbing uncontrollably as she continued to clean her robes unsuccessfully,
"What Pansy said isn't true! I never slept with her! Ever!" he explained
"Right," she replied sarcastically as she splashed water on her face,
"Would you just believe me?" he groaned in frustration
"Why would I do that, Malfoy?" she said coldly and Draco clenched his fists. "Why on earth would I believe you?"
"Because it's the truth! I went straight to bed last night," he said and Hermione rolled her eyes,
"So I've heard," she said bitterly as she tried to push him out of her way but he caught her arm in a firm grip,
"Alone! Without Pansy or any other girl," he insisted
"Let go," she squirmed and Draco gripped her tightly, staring at her intently,
"Believe me," he said in a low, gruff voice and Hermione drew a ragged breath as she leveled him with a glare,
"Stop it Malfoy! Tell me again why I should believe an all time player who says that he didn't sleep with a girl? Forgive me if I find that so hard to believe!" she said sharply as she pulled away from him sharply and walked out of the lavatory
Draco cursed angrily as he kicked the cubicle door shut with a loud bang that echoed around the restroom.
To hell with Hermione! Why should he explain everything to her anyway? He didn't owe her any explanation whatsoever. Let her think what she wants! Her opinion never mattered to him, and still doesn't matter now.
Draco suddenly envisioned her stricken face and cursed himself. Why does he feel like he should prove to her that he was telling the truth? Why the hell does he desperately feel the need to comfort her and punch Pansy's and that other girl's face into a pulp for letting her hear that damn made-up story? Like he could go for three hours with that pug. He can barely survive thirty minutes in bed with her.
If only Hermione knew how often he imagined her in bed with him instead of Pansy or the other girls he had sex with since first he had noticed Hermione for the beautiful and intriguing creature that she is.
If only she knew how often he had dreams of her soft, golden curls spread all over his pillows and her soft, fair skin against his.
He shook his head vigorously as if trying to erase the mere vision of her in his bed.
How could he go back to obsessing about her like that after he thought he had it under control for more than a year now.
He couldn't understand why Hermione was always invading his mind ever since it started two years ago. It was like as if she just popped unannounced in his brain and decided to live there ever since.
Why her? Of all the people. . . why HER? Why Hermione? Why HERMIONE GRANGER?
He just let out an audible sigh, shaking his head before he went out the door.
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Hermione wiped her face before she reentered the dungeons. She walked to her assigned seat, ignoring the insulting smirks and sneers of the Slytherins, and sat down, trying to get a hold of her emotions.
Never in her entire life had she expected reacting this way to Pansy's news. What did she care anyway? And besides, didn't she already know that stuff about him? That Draco Malfoy was and still is a player?
She tried to tune out Pansy's words from her mind, afraid that she might break down. What the hell is wrong with her? Crying because of Malfoy?
She must've gone mad. As far as she knows, she had no strong feelings for Malfoy except hate and loath and utter lust. . . at least she was able to admit the last one. She decided she couldn't deny it anymore.
Draco could make her feel things. . . wonderful and satisfying things.
As much as she hated to admit it, Draco seemed to fill the void in her life. . . the void that she just recently noticed. He seemed to have made her life complete.
It seemed like since she became friends again with Harry, she thought that she needed no more but when Draco kisses her, she felt complete. Like it was a piece of a puzzle that has long been missing from her life and it was until Draco that she realized her incompleteness. Never had she felt this complete even when she was still with Harry. Sure she was happy, but it all seemed like something's missing, but she just couldn't determine what it is. . . not until Draco came into her life.
And she hated it. She hated that it wasn't Harry who was able to fill that emptiness, that certain need. . . or maybe Ron, or Ginny. . . or anybody!
It had to be Draco!
Why him? Of all the people. . . why HIM? Why Draco? Why DRACO MALFOY?
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Author's Notes: Okay, could I get any LAMER? I guess not, after this really lame chapter. I'm really sorry guys, I guess I'm just having as what people call 'writer's block'. . . really, really sorry. . . I promise I'll work extra hard on the succeeding chapters.(now where have I heard that before?) PROMISE! I guess all the sappy, romance feeling inside of me had died. . . maybe because my own love life is in the dumps right now? Hehehe. . . but I won't let that get in the way of my story. So peepz, please R&R and don't hesitate to make suggestions cause I would truly appreciate it. . . thanx much! P.S. I hope this chappie is even just a bit longer than the previous one. c",)
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Hermione woke up as her alarm clock beeped almost mercilessly shrill in her ear. She irritatingly slapped the off button on the offensive contraption as she staggered out of her bed. Her head spun and throbbed and her eyes could barely open. She was still a bit disoriented as she tried to recall what she did last night that got her sleeping so late. Then it hit her. Draco.
She felt weird as if it was all a dream but as her head finally cleared, she realized how real last night was. Her cheeks warmed as the memory of their kiss last night came to her and suddenly, she found herself feeling giddy and excited to see him.
She smiled broadly as she entered the bathroom and took a quick and refreshing bath. Humming to herself, she happily shampooed and conditioned her hair and lathered herself. How badly the school year started for her, that's how good it suddenly turned over right now. Maybe even better.
When she stepped out of the shower, she got dressed quickly and brushed her hair so that it shone beautifully and cascaded in soft wisps of golden brown curls over her shoulders down to her waist. She applied a little blush to her cheeks and glossed her lips and with one last look of satisfaction at her reflection in the mirror, she grabbed her backpack and headed out of her bedroom.
Try as she might, she couldn't wipe the silly smile off her face and when he saw Draco ambling down the stairs from his room, her heart skipped a beat and her palms began to feel sweaty.
She suddenly didn't know how to act around him. How should she act? What if he just realized that last night was the biggest mistake he had ever done and he'd just ignore her? Maybe he was just drunk last night that he didn't mean what he had said and done? Or maybe, it was all a trick just to have her act like a fool in front of him and give him yet another license to make fun of her today. She bit her lips nervously as she watched him walk in long strides, adjusting his tie and completely unaware of her presence. Her mind was a jumble of different 'what ifs', both ordinary and surreal. Hermione took long rapid breaths and tried to calm herself. Finally, he looked at her and for a moment, their eyes were locked together.
"So, how'd you sleep last night?" Draco broke the silence with his surprisingly warm and sexy voice and Hermione smiled, relaxing
"It was fine," she shrugged as casually as she could manage, considering how hard and fast her heart was hammering, when Draco wordlessly stepped towards her and captured her mouth in a sweet, long, knee-wobbling kiss,
When they finally pulled apart, Hermione was out of breath.
"Wow," she breathed and Draco smiled.
"I just figured we needed that to deal with the rest of the day,"
Hermione nodded, remembering their deal, and suddenly knots started to form in her stomach. How could she possibly manage to keep this from Harry, Ron and Ginny? Not to mention Lavender and Parvati?
"Right," she said as she straightened out her robes, "Well, I better go ahead. It wouldn't be too normal for them to see us walk to the Great Hall together," she smiled nervously and motioned to leave when Draco grabbed her wrist and pulled her to him,
"Last one," he whispered as their bodies were pressed together and their faces were only a fraction of an inch apart. Hermione smiled as she tilted her head and welcomed Draco's lips with hers.
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"Anyway, I'm so mad! I just can't believe Snape would stoop so low just to strip points from us!" Ginny shook her head and Harry watched as her long red hair swung back and forth before framing her slightly freckled face.
Ron let out a breath, "You better believe it Gin. He's such a git!"
Harry only nodded as Hermione came bouncing to their place.
"Good Morning!" she sang as she slid beside Ginny, smiling widely "Wonderful morning isn't it?"
They all regarded her with bewildered expressions. Hermione was acting extra perky today. . . Perkier than usual, in fact.
"Are you alright, Hermione?" Ginny asked and Hermione nodded good-naturedly as she helped herself with bacon, eggs, muffins, toast, and probably everything else from the table.
As she gobbled up large amounts of food, Ron warily poured some milk on her goblet and handed it to her, which she took with a wide, good-natured smile, before she gobbled up her eggs,
Harry raised his eyebrows. Seemed like Hermione completely transformed overnight. Gone was her perpetual weary look and the blank and depressed look on her normally bright and expressive brown eyes, instead, her clear hazel eyes seemed to have an extra sparkle today and her cheeks were actually rosy,
"Whoa! Slow down Hermione or you'll choke yourself to death," he said and Hermione laughed as she swallowed her food and gulped down about half of her milk,
"I just don't know why I got so hungry this morning," she said, wiping her mouth with a napkin before picking up a blueberry muffin
"Maybe because you haven't been eating right for almost a month," Ron pointed out and Harry and Ginny looked away uncomfortably but Hermione just shrugged,
"Probably," she said as she took a large bite of her muffin and chewed thoughtfully before finishing her milk,
"Seriously, Hermione! You're scaring me!" Ron looked at her in disbelief,
"I'm just in a good mood! What's so scary about that?" she asked, laughing, "Hey, these muffins are great! The house elves really outdid themselves this time,"
Harry smiled and shook his head, glad that Hermione was back to her original, beautiful self. . . the one he fell in love with.
"Yeah, Ron. She's finally eating norm- err, right," Ginny corrected, smiling at Hermione, "And she's finally smiling and back to her old happy self again,"
"That's right. Don't dampen her spirits," Harry put in and Hermione smiled broadly at her friends and Harry only smiled back.
Sure, he thought Hermione was acting pretty strangely today but that's better than Hermione acting all gloomy and brooding. It was a much more welcoming sight.
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Draco managed to finally pull his gaze from Hermione as he tried to listen to Blaise,
"So, how's our little Gryffindor mudblood doing?" he asked and Draco controlled his urge to punch that sly grin from his face.
He just shrugged, "It's going well," he said coolly, sneaking a glance at her again. No matter how he convinced himself otherwise, it would be impossible for him to shoot his usual insults at her without thinking of how much he wanted to grab her and kiss her senseless.
He sighed frustratingly and he heard Blaise chuckle beside him,
"What?" he turned to him sharply, his gray eyes narrowing menacingly and Blaise held up his hands as if in surrender,
"Nothing, man! Relax. I was just thinking about the damage you'll cause when you finally rob her of her virginity and crush her pathetic little spirits when you break it off with her," he laughed, "Hey, what if that little mudblood actually falls for you? Ha! Wouldn't that be so great! Oh, I bet it would," he laughed and Draco feigned a short laugh before lapsing into a thoughtful silence.
What if she did? Impossible. Hermione's much too smart to fall for me. But maybe there's a slight chance that she would, after all, she seemed like a romantic person. And if by that slim chance she did, would breaking up with her after sleeping with her be that sweet and great?
Sure it would. He convinced himself firmly but somehow, he was having second thoughts.
"Come on, man, it's time for class," Blaise snapped him out of his thoughts and he realized that breakfast was over and all he had eaten was half a piece of toast.
He groaned as he stood up and grabbed his books. He had to stop obsessing about Hermione and start thinking on some other important things as well. Like eating.
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"Move!" Draco snapped as he elbowed Harry to one side and entered the dungeons for double potions and Harry staggered sideways, bumping into Ron.
"Watch it, Malfoy!" Ron answered back, scowling as he shot dagger stares at Draco.
Hermione exhaled loudly. This was harder than she thought. She just hoped Draco wouldn't make it harder for her to act normally around him in front of his friends.
Finally, Draco turned to them and smirked at them and Hermione exhaled sharply.
"Look, it's the wonder trio!" he said, ambling towards them with Blaise, Crabbe and Goyle behind him.
"Sod off, Malfoy!" Harry warned and all he got was a raised eyebrow from Draco and a smirk from his perfect lips. He looked so sexy with his smoldering gray eyes and lopsided smirk. Hermione looked away.
"What's the matter, Granger? Don't have any wiseass cracks to throw?" Blaise's voice came and Hermione finally looked up but her gaze only riveted briefly to Blaise and stayed on Draco, who was looking at her expectantly, with the smirk still present.
"How about 'Here's a sickle, buy yourself a life!'?" she tilted her head and eyed him challengingly before she rolled her eyes and walked away from the crowd, unable to see Draco's ill-hidden admiring gaze following her
Hermione breathed a sigh of relief as she settled down in her seat as Harry and Ron sat beside her. It seemed like the whole encounter with Draco sucked the energy out of her.
"You okay, Hermione?" Harry asked, studying her face, which was unmercifully flushed and warm
She managed a smile, "Yeah, I'm fine," she said as her heartbeat grew faster and harder. It was always tough for her to lie. . . especially to her closest friends.
"Well, don't let Malfoy get to you. Just ignore him and eventually, he'll get the message," Harry said and Ron joined in,
"Ignore him? More like give him a punch or two, then maybe he'll get the message," Ron said angrily and Hermione tried to hide her smile.
It was funny how this usual conversation of theirs felt different to her now. A week ago, she'd have added her own personal thoughts of what an irritating, spoiled brat Draco Malfoy is but now, she came up blank.
It seemed that all that has been occupying her mind was his smoldering gray eyes and his tantalizing mouth that could weaken her knees with just a brush.
Hermione felt her cheeks heat up again as she snuck a glance towards Draco, who, surprisingly, was looking at her openly, his blue-gray eyes boring into her as if trying to suck in her very presence.
She didn't know what to do, whether or not she should smile at him. It wasn't as if they were friends. As a matter of fact, they aren't, they were just simply two people who are fooling around behind their friends' backs.
Hermione bit her lip nervously and forced herself to look away, realizing how much is at stake here. She could lose Harry, Ron and the rest of her friends instantly if they'd be caught.
Is it really worth jeopardizing seven years of friendship for a few days of fun and fooling around with Draco? Her, and not to mention, her best friends' worst enemy? The most obnoxious and cruel person she had known?
She sighed heavily, what in the world had she gotten herself into? She was supposed to be the smart one, the more LOGICAL one, and here she is, messing around with a Slytherin. . . and not just any other Slytherin, a Malfoy, of all people!
Professor Snape entered the dungeons with his usual swift movement and long strides and his perpetual scowl as he looked down on the Gryffindors as if they're a bunch of worthless pieces of scum whose mere presence annoyed him extremely.
"Alright, before I pair you up for our activity today, let me do a little recap of our discussion yesterday on the different types of commonly used potions. For example, the nocturniserum. Longbottom!"
He snapped, turning sharply to Neville who jumped in his seat, startled and wide eyed,
"Would you tell me what this particular potion does?"
"Well, Sir, the potion is for. . . well," Neville stammered nervously as Snape drummed his fingers impatiently on Neville's desk,
"Are you implying that you don't know the answer, Longbottom?" Snape arched and eyebrow and looked down at Neville menacingly,
"Zora!" Snape called to a pointy-faced Slytherin with long, dark stringy hair and way too much eye shadow,
"It's a potion for inducing sleep, Professor," she said smugly, smirking triumphantly at Neville
Snape's mouth twitched into a smile, "Ten points for Slytherin and ten from Gryffindor," he announced and faced the Gryffindors, specifically Harry, as if daring him to complain.
Hermione could see Harry's fist clenched tightly and forced herself to stay quiet. After all, that was the only way to get through two hours of this Double Potions torture.
"Now, who can tell me what potion that induces dreams?" Snape continued silkily and when no one seemed to know the answer, Hermione's hand shot up instinctively,
Snape turned to her with narrow gaze and scowled deeply as if her mere action was a major offense,
"Yes, miss Granger?" he said silkily, scowling
Hermione took a deep breath and willed herself to sound calm and respectful, despite the growing loath and irritation she felt for this teacher,
"It is called the morphiserum, Professor," she finally answered and Snape didn't even look a bit pleased or impressed by her answer. In fact, he looked damning, just like every time Hermione or a Gryffindor gives the correct answer.
"And how does this work, miss Granger? I'm assuming you know about this since you seem to know everything else," he said and the Slytherins snickered,
Hermione took deep breaths to calm herself,
"Yes, sir, as a matter of fact, I happen to know how it works," she answered as calmly as possible but Snape clearly was planning to break her collectiveness,
"So? Enlighten us,"
"Well, the potion goes right to the brain, specifically to subconscious part and there it induces the desired dream of that person,"
"And how would you concoct this potion and achieve this 'desired dream'?" Snape snapped, clearly growing even more annoyed
Hermione smiled slightly, keeping herself from smirking triumphantly. Easy.
"Well, professor, first of all, one must make the basic nocturniserum potion then it is just a matter of adding one more ingredient depending on the dream you wish to induce, and of course, a thing or a part of a person's body to whom you want to dream about,"
Snape now looked sulkier than ever as he nodded forcibly,
"Well, you've heard miss Granger now I want you to make the morphiserum and I want it by pairs. Slytherin and Gryffindor! No arguments!" Snape snapped and glared at Harry and Ron as he said his last two words. There was a collective groan from the Slytherins that Snape chose to ignore
Hermione scowled. He always does this when he's mad. Why does he always want to punish them? He can be such an incorrigible git at times. . . okay, all the time!
"Ah, Crabbe and Weasley. . . Goyle and Potter. . . Parkinson and Longbottom. . . Zabini and Brown. . . Zora and Thomas. . .Zinn and Finnigan. . . Finch and Patil. . ." Snape called out, pointing to different work desks as he called each pair, making sure that it was the desk of the Slytherin half of the pair and with grudging faces, the Gryffindors dragged themselves to their smirking partners.
Hermione ground her teeth, mentally picturing different torturing techniques she could use on Snape.
She could dip him in a cauldron of burning hot oil. . . or maybe she could release a jar of piranhas in his bathtub. . . or maybe she could use a voodoo doll and a couple dozen pins and needles. . .
"Granger!" Snape snapped and Hermione looked up at him,
He stared at her, his eyes condensing, "It appears as though our little know-it-all wasn't paying attention and therefore wasting my time," he said silkily and as Hermione stood up, Snape scowled,
"With Mr. Malfoy and step on it!" he snapped before he strode to his desk,
Hermione glanced at Draco and finally walked to his place and sat quietly. He looked at her briefly but didn't bother to move back and make some space for her.
"Now in every activity, this will be your permanent places and partners," he said and Ron groaned softly as Hermione shot him a comforting glance.
She felt Draco stir in his seat but she didn't dare look at him. Heaven knows what she's inclined to do when she sees that pair of silver eyes he had!
"Now, I want you to use the remaining time to research on the morphiserum, and maybe get acquainted with your partners," Snape smirked maliciously, "and I'm expecting that there'd be no more questions asked for tomorrow's experiment!" Snape said as he sat on his chair.
Hermione finally pulled out her book and opened to her marked page, "This should be easy," she mumbled to herself, as Draco leaned over and rested his hand on her thigh where her short school skirt ended,
"Well, I'm glad to hear that," he whispered hoarsely that made Hermione's face heat up and her body tingle,
"Um, well, where should we start?" Hermione tried to sound casual but Draco's hand, which was stroking her thighs and threatening to go higher under her skirt was making her extremely unsettled. She should try to stop him but her hands were paralyzed on top of the table. It was like her mind was screaming 'STOP!' but her body's screaming 'GO ON!'
"Well, you obviously did the research, so I guess it's time for the 'get acquainted with your partner' part," he drawled as Hermione fought the urge to jump on him and give him what he wants. . . which, she was on the verge of doing.
Draco's hand finally reached under her skirt and was now caressing her inner thigh and Hermione's breathing became ragged, her hands still frozen,
"Stop it, Draco," she hissed, "Everybody's here! They might see you!"
Draco only smirked, "That's the least of my worries now, Granger," he smirked as Hermione finally managed to grab his wrist and pull his hand away from her thigh,
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"I'm serious!" she whispered and Draco stared at her, smirking, as he knocked over the ink bottle in front of him, spilling black liquid all over Hermione and himself.
Hermione let out a squeal of surprise as she stood up, her uniform soaked, and the dark ink dripping down to the floor. He also stood up, mirroring her reaction,
"Draco! You clumsy. . ." she exclaimed before she had realized that she had used his first name in front of the whole Potions class. Good thing the class was so stunned to even notice.
Professor Snape got up from his chair, "What's the commotion there Granger?"
"Please, sir, Malfoy spilled ink on me," she said and Snape looked at Draco's ink stained robes and scowled,
"I'm sure it was an accident," he said dismissively and Hermione turned to Draco wide eyed before she turned back to Snape,
"No it wasn't! He did it on purpose!" she insisted and Snape scowled as Draco tried to hide his smile.
"Why on earth would he do that, Miss Granger? And do you think he'd want to douse himself with ink as well? Do you Mister Malfoy?"
"Of course not, professor. It was all an accident. The ink bottle was merely in my way so I knocked it over. . . accidentally," he said, stressing the last word with utmost gravity, ignoring the death glares that Potter and Weasley were shooting him,
"Very well, it's settled then. It was clearly an accident. Both of you, clean yourselves up," he waved them away and Malfoy smirked as Hermione looked at Snape's back in angry indignation and walked in angry strides to the door
"Thank you, professor," he said before following Hermione out of the dungeons.
Hermione was striding angrily, mumbling to herself when he caught up with her just as she was about to enter the girls' lavatory.
Hermione ignored him as she pushed the heavy wooden door to the restroom and Draco followed her inside,
"What are you doing here? You're not supposed to be in here!" she snapped
He pulled her to him but she twisted away.
"What do you want? Do you want to make sure I'm pissed off? Cause I am! Why did you spill the ink on me anyway? And don't you dare say it was an accident because I saw you do it on purpose! What, did you suddenly feel the need to drown me with ink? Why, dammit! Why?" she exclaimed,
"To be able to do this," he said as he pulled her closer, crushing her body to his and captured her mouth in a hungry kiss.
Hermione tried to protest as she squirmed violently but he just merely pulled her to one of the empty cubicles and kicked the door close.
When he pulled away, Hermione's hair was disheveled and her lips were puffy, looking very, very sexy that he could feel himself harden with just the sight of her.
"We have more than an hour to 'clean ourselves up' Granger, I suggest we better get started," he panted as he pinned Hermione to the wall and kissed her hungrily as his hands traveled up and down her thighs,
"Draco, wait. . ." she mumbled against his lips but he didn't listen to her. She was trying to squirm away from his grasp but he was far too busy to notice or listen to anything right now, except maybe her soft mouth, smooth skin and her moans of pleasure,
"Draco," her voice was more of like an urgent whisper right now and Draco found it even sexier.
He busily unbuttoned her shirt as he felt Hermione give in. He smiled against her lips as he forced it to open with his tongue. Hermione finally moaned as her luscious mouth opened and kissed him back with as much passion as his.
Finally, he got her blouse open and her bra unhooked when Hermione's leg wrapped around his waist.
Bloody hell! Was she really an innocent little Gryffindor virgin?
At this point, it took a lot for him to believe that. Can a naive little virgin really be capable for this kind of arousal he was feeling right now? Was it even possible?
Draco was sure he had never felt this way before with the other girls he had had sex with.
It was like Hermione had awakened different feelings of desire and excitement that was deep inside of him. . . feelings he himself didn't even know he had. It was then he realized that Hermione Granger, the muggle-born Gryffindor virgin, the stiff, know-it-all, wasn't all that he thought she'd be. Sure she was still a know-it-all but hell! She wasn't stiff at all.
Draco kissed Hermione's slender neck and she gasped,
"Oh, god! This is so wrong. . ." she whispered unconvincingly as Draco sucked the skin just below her collarbone,
His hands traveled up and under her skirt as he fumbled with the hem of her underwear, trying to pull it down and just as things were getting hot and heavy, they heard a loud bang that reverberated through the whole lavatory and two female voices came.
Hermione inhaled deeply as she pulled Draco away and bit her lip in obvious panic. Draco looked at her, taking in her tousled hair, puffy lips and disheveled, ink-stained school robes and felt the urge to continue what he was doing.
Never had he thought that a messy looking muggle-born Gryffindor could look so damned sexy.
"Did you really, Pansy? Oh, that's so hot!" a shrill squeal came along with Pansy's familiar laughter,
"Well, after a few dozen times I think I'm getting pretty used to it," she said, with that familiar touch of authority in her voice and Draco's blood boiled.
Pansy's awful timing was downright annoying that he instantly pictured himself wringing her all too thick neck and her pug-like face squirming in agony.
"Of course, last night, well, it was pretty special," she continued and Draco almost groaned. No way was he interested in hearing Pansy's latest conquests. . . the mere thought of her overweight naked body makes him want to throw up. Now Hermione's naked body on the other hand. . .
He glanced at Hermione. She was eyeing the cubicle door warily, biting her lip and nervously wringing her hands.
"Why? What did Malfoy do?"
Draco knitted his eyebrows in surprise and frowned. What did I do?
Hermione faced him with a look of surprised disgust on her face, her jaw dropped. He was about to explain that he had no idea what they were talking about when Pansy answered,
"Let's just say Draco was extra hot last night," she said mysteriously as the sound of running water came and Hermione gasped as her hand flew to cover her mouth and her eyebrows were so violently knitted that Draco feared she might pop a vein.
What the hell was Pansy blabbing about? He never did anything to her, much less sleep with her last night. He clenched his fist, trying to control himself from stepping out and punching Pansy right in the gut just to silence her.
"Really? Oh my god Pansy, you are so lucky! Draco Malfoy's only like the hottest guy in all of Hogwarts!" her friend squealed and Pansy laughed,
"I know! And not to brag or anything, but last night, during our three amazing hours in his bed, he told me that I was the only one he wanted," she giggled and Draco's jaw dropped as Hermione's other hand covered her mouth as well. Her breathing became heavy and shallow that Draco reached for her in an attempt to calm her but she just shrugged his hand away.
"And after he said that, we made love again until dawn," Pansy breathed, "Then of course, I left his room and went back to ours," she turned off the faucet and their voices seemed to be heading for the door,
"Why?" her friend asked interestedly and Draco's head throbbed violently.
"Oh because he told me that that stupid mudblood might find out and get us expelled. You know how all law-abiding and prim and proper that little slut wants the professors to believe she is!" Pansy said as the door finally closed and their voices faded away through the hallway,
It was only then that a sob escaped from Hermione as she unlocked the cubicle and strode out.
"Hermione," Draco began but he got caught as Hermione turned sharply to him, her eyes flashing angrily and her face filled with tears.
"Don't talk to me!" she said as she turned the faucet on and began dampening the ink stains on her robe.
Draco exhaled sharply,
"Listen to me!" he said as calmly as he could manage but Hermione was already sobbing uncontrollably as she continued to clean her robes unsuccessfully,
"What Pansy said isn't true! I never slept with her! Ever!" he explained
"Right," she replied sarcastically as she splashed water on her face,
"Would you just believe me?" he groaned in frustration
"Why would I do that, Malfoy?" she said coldly and Draco clenched his fists. "Why on earth would I believe you?"
"Because it's the truth! I went straight to bed last night," he said and Hermione rolled her eyes,
"So I've heard," she said bitterly as she tried to push him out of her way but he caught her arm in a firm grip,
"Alone! Without Pansy or any other girl," he insisted
"Let go," she squirmed and Draco gripped her tightly, staring at her intently,
"Believe me," he said in a low, gruff voice and Hermione drew a ragged breath as she leveled him with a glare,
"Stop it Malfoy! Tell me again why I should believe an all time player who says that he didn't sleep with a girl? Forgive me if I find that so hard to believe!" she said sharply as she pulled away from him sharply and walked out of the lavatory
Draco cursed angrily as he kicked the cubicle door shut with a loud bang that echoed around the restroom.
To hell with Hermione! Why should he explain everything to her anyway? He didn't owe her any explanation whatsoever. Let her think what she wants! Her opinion never mattered to him, and still doesn't matter now.
Draco suddenly envisioned her stricken face and cursed himself. Why does he feel like he should prove to her that he was telling the truth? Why the hell does he desperately feel the need to comfort her and punch Pansy's and that other girl's face into a pulp for letting her hear that damn made-up story? Like he could go for three hours with that pug. He can barely survive thirty minutes in bed with her.
If only Hermione knew how often he imagined her in bed with him instead of Pansy or the other girls he had sex with since first he had noticed Hermione for the beautiful and intriguing creature that she is.
If only she knew how often he had dreams of her soft, golden curls spread all over his pillows and her soft, fair skin against his.
He shook his head vigorously as if trying to erase the mere vision of her in his bed.
How could he go back to obsessing about her like that after he thought he had it under control for more than a year now.
He couldn't understand why Hermione was always invading his mind ever since it started two years ago. It was like as if she just popped unannounced in his brain and decided to live there ever since.
Why her? Of all the people. . . why HER? Why Hermione? Why HERMIONE GRANGER?
He just let out an audible sigh, shaking his head before he went out the door.
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Hermione wiped her face before she reentered the dungeons. She walked to her assigned seat, ignoring the insulting smirks and sneers of the Slytherins, and sat down, trying to get a hold of her emotions.
Never in her entire life had she expected reacting this way to Pansy's news. What did she care anyway? And besides, didn't she already know that stuff about him? That Draco Malfoy was and still is a player?
She tried to tune out Pansy's words from her mind, afraid that she might break down. What the hell is wrong with her? Crying because of Malfoy?
She must've gone mad. As far as she knows, she had no strong feelings for Malfoy except hate and loath and utter lust. . . at least she was able to admit the last one. She decided she couldn't deny it anymore.
Draco could make her feel things. . . wonderful and satisfying things.
As much as she hated to admit it, Draco seemed to fill the void in her life. . . the void that she just recently noticed. He seemed to have made her life complete.
It seemed like since she became friends again with Harry, she thought that she needed no more but when Draco kisses her, she felt complete. Like it was a piece of a puzzle that has long been missing from her life and it was until Draco that she realized her incompleteness. Never had she felt this complete even when she was still with Harry. Sure she was happy, but it all seemed like something's missing, but she just couldn't determine what it is. . . not until Draco came into her life.
And she hated it. She hated that it wasn't Harry who was able to fill that emptiness, that certain need. . . or maybe Ron, or Ginny. . . or anybody!
It had to be Draco!
Why him? Of all the people. . . why HIM? Why Draco? Why DRACO MALFOY?
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Author's Notes: Okay, could I get any LAMER? I guess not, after this really lame chapter. I'm really sorry guys, I guess I'm just having as what people call 'writer's block'. . . really, really sorry. . . I promise I'll work extra hard on the succeeding chapters.(now where have I heard that before?) PROMISE! I guess all the sappy, romance feeling inside of me had died. . . maybe because my own love life is in the dumps right now? Hehehe. . . but I won't let that get in the way of my story. So peepz, please R&R and don't hesitate to make suggestions cause I would truly appreciate it. . . thanx much! P.S. I hope this chappie is even just a bit longer than the previous one. c",)
