Enemy, Friend, or Lover

..Sneaking out..

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So if I go down to the great hall in about ten minutes, I can talk to Amanda about sending a letter to my parent about my parents. It'll all work out. Hermione thought to herself.

So you're sending you're parents a letter about your parents? I don't get it, came Draco's voice.

Why can you still hear me? You should be gone and out of my thoughts! Hermione snapped at him through her mind.

Yeah, I know. But something went wrong with the potion. You know what? You think way to much! Has anyone ever told you that?

Yes, most people do. We need to go find Snape.

Okay. I'm in the library. Come and get me before you go.

I'm going now. I'll come and get you. Hermione was there within the next five minutes. Draco was at a table in the back packing his things.

"Okay, come on. Let's go and find him," Hermione said to Draco. She left the library in a hurry.

"The thing about your parents, I don't get it," Draco told her.

"There's nothing to get," Hermione snapped, not bothering to slow her pace down the stairs.

"Yeah there is! Why the hell would you send your parents a letter about your parents?"

"Because I want to," she told him

"For what reason?"

Fuck, Draco, will you just drop it? Hermione snapped in her head, forgetting that he could still hear her.

Fine! God, you didn't need to snap at me! he whined back to her through his mind.

"Sorry, I forgot you could hear me," Hermione muttered. They headed down to the dungeons and to Snape's office. Draco knocked on the door.

Snape looked up form his desk.

"Professor?" Draco asked and stepped into his office.

"Yes?"

"Ummm, Miss. Granger and I still can talk to each other through our minds. We think we have done something wrong with the potion." Draco told him.

Snape looked at his watch and signed. "How many drops of blood did you use?" he asked.

"Three." Draco told him.

"Did you add all the tongue?" Snape asked.

Draco looked over to Hermione.

Yes.

Draco looked back to Snape. "Yes, we did."

"You've seen this potion before, haven't you? You didn't do the instructions right because you knew how to brew it. I was using it the way where it couldn't hurt anyone. Do you know what this potion does?"

"Yes, sir."

"You will not use it to your advantage, Mr. Malfoy, is that right?" Draco nodded. "Good. This potion will be wearing off at about seven. Have a nice evening."

Hermione and Draco both walked out of his office and down to the great hall.

"I'll see you around," Draco told her and left before the got down the stairs and walked fast into the great hall.

I hate him!

Like that isn't obvious, he thought back through their connected minds.

Hermione growled, forgetting that he could still hear her.

Oh, get lose Pana! Draco said in his head. Hermione looked over to the Slytherin table and seen Pana Daniel all over Draco. Her gave her a fake smile and turned his head to the other side talking to one of the other boys.

"Hey, Hermione," Ginny smiled, as she walked by.

"Hey, Gin." Hermione smiled back and went to sit beside Amanda and Pavarti.

"Hey, Hermione," they both said.

"Hi."

And why don't you just shut up? Draco asked someone in his head. It came to Hermione so she looked over to Draco. Pana was still trying to talk to him. Yeah, now stop batting your eyes at me! God, I don't like you so just piss off!

I can see you're getting along with the ladies. Hermione commented with a smirk. He glared at her across the room.

Throughout the whole meal Hermione couldn't talk with Amanda. Pavarti kept on listening in on what they were talking about. So after she was done, Hermione got up and headed to the library. What did Snape mean about taking advantage? she asked herself.

Don't bother figuring out, Draco commented.

Hermione ignored him and headed for the library. She looked at the covers for an idea about the potion.

Hermione, you're not going to find it there. Don't bother with it.

Oh, so it's in the restricted section?

I didn't say anything like that.

Well I'm in no luck getting it then am I? Draco didn't answer so Hermione checked her watch. It was five after seven.

Yes, he was gone! Hermione smiled at the thought of him gone. Signing, Hermione left the library and went to the common room. Nobody was there so Hermione sat down on the couch. She told herself that she would go to the restricted section at twenty after twelve. Filch didn't check at that time so Hermione decided to go then.

"Hermione, hey!" Madison smiled as she came into the common room.

"Hi."

"What are you doing?" she asked Hermione.

"Nothing. I'm just going to go and do my homework."

"Oh, okay."

"I'll see ya later." Hermione said as she got up and left the common room. She walked up the stairs and into her room to finish her homework. Thank god she didn't have a lot. When she was finished she laid down on her bed, thinking of what would happen if she got caught.

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Hermione awoke and turned over. She turned her wrist so she could see her watch. 12:35. Hermione got comfortable again then jolted up into a sitting position. 12:35!

She jumped up and got on a pair of jeans so her legs wouldn't be cold in her skirt. Hermione walked slowly down the stairs trying not to make the ground squeak.

She made her way down to the common room and out into the corridor. It was cold in the corridor's at this hour. Making her way to the library Hermione decided that if she was caught then she would make a run for it.

Hermione opened the door to get into the restricted section. The door slammed shut behind her. She winched and walked over to the potion section. Hermione heard the door open and then slam closed again.

She walked over and seen nobody there. Shaking her head, Hermione turned around and started to look again by the light of her wand. 'Don't take advantage. Advantage of what?' she asked herself.

The door opened again and Hermione didn't even go and check until she heard Filch.

"Oh, no!" Hermione whispered. She snuck around to the door.

"Where are you?" he asked. "Come on. You should know better than to be out of bed at this hour."

Hermione's heart was racing. She walked behind him and slowly opened the door. It squeaked just as she stepped out.

"There you are!" Filch said. Hermione knew he had seen her but maybe not her face so she ran. She sprinted out of the library and into the corridor. Hermione could hear him behind her. She knew she could out run him if she wanted to. Hermione felt a hand on her arm and pull her over into the wall.

She screamed and the person clamped a hand over her mouth.

"Hermione," came Draco's voice. "Shh. Don't scream, okay?" she nodded and he let go of her.

He grabbed her arm and pulled her into a closet.

The closet was really small. To make room for both of them, Draco had to lean right into her body. Hermione's back was on the wall and Draco's hands were right above her head. They were both breathing hard.

"Shh, here he comes." Draco whispered into her ear, they could hear Filch open class room doors and check them. Three more to go, two more…

"Draco . . ." Hermione whispered. One more . . . the door creped open and Filch looked around. Hermione was going to squeal but Draco stopped her with his mouth. His kiss was soft but hot. Hermione pulled back, ready to protest but he closed his mouth back around hers.

"Come on, I know you're in here somewhere . . ." Filch said.

He stepped out of the closet and closed the door. Draco didn't stop kissing Hermione thought. His kisses started to turn more powerful and demanding. Hermione was to much in shock to object, so freaked out to fight against him. So she didn't. But the first second she came back down to earth she pushed Draco away.

"What the hell!" she almost yelled, her breath rigid.

"Shh!" Draco demanded as Filch's footsteps came back down the hall and stopped at the door beside the closet. He opened the door then closed it. Next he came back to the closet. Draco shoved Hermione against the wall and covered her body with his hard one.

In her ear he whispered, "Please, Hermione. Be quiet." He touched her cheek in the dark. Running his thumb over her check, trying to calm her down.

"Where are you?" Filch croaked.

"Shh," Draco whispered again, his thumb still touching her face.

Filth closed the door and headed down the corridor.

Draco stepped a few inches back. That was all the room he could give her. "What were you doing?" he asked her, his voice just louder than a whisper.

"I was in the library. I wanted to look for something." she told him.

"About the potion."

"So what? I had no clue about what you guys were talking about. So I- Hey, then what were you doing there?"

"I was looking for a spell."

"What kind?"

"I cant tell you," he whispered. He stepped back towards her, his hand touching her face again, as if he wanted to remember it.

"Draco . . ." Hermione whispered, not knowing what he was doing. He leaned in to kiss her. His lips just barely touching hers.

Hermione opened her mouth a little bit and that was all Draco needed before his lips crushed hers.

Hermione's mind went crazy. What was she doing? What was Draco doing? They shouldn't be doing this! They can't be doing this! But Hermione didn't pull back. It was so scary, she had no control over her body. But was even more scary was that she let Draco take control, let her arms go around his neck and pull him closer. It shouldn't at all be happening but she let it, welcomed it.

Then her brain snapped to alert. She jerked back, her head hitting the wall. "Oh, god!" she gasped, her breath coming out in puffs.

Draco backed away from her, his eyes confused in the dark.

"Oh, god." she repeated. "What have I done?" she whispered. She flung open the door and ran as fast as she could to the common room. How could she have let that happen? She ran to her room and into her own safe zone. She was in trouble and she knew that. What was she to do? Hermione's sleep that night was not at all peaceful. Every dream she had Draco was in there as her friend, as her lover.

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