Draco and Hermione: Lust or Love
..Forest Village..
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AN: If you get confused with the people go to the bottom of this chapter and look up who the person is.
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The headmaster of Vernard school sent letters to all the wizardry schools around the world saying that Voldemort was on the attack again. He had sent the kids of Vernard school home and the ones that couldn't go home, went with the headmaster. The kids that went to Hogwarts and had a friend in the Vernard School went home with that family.
The group that went with the headmaster was somewhat big. The headmaster told the group that they'd have to split up once they got into the Village. They took a Portkey to the Village and looked around. Muggles, we everywhere, as far as they could tell there were no wizards at all.
"My group will stay in this hotel," the headmaster said as he pointed to a tall brown hotel. It had a pool in the back, a park in the front, a very nice place it was. The headmasters group was all the students from first year to forth year except for Dominic, who couldn't go with Hermione because the headmaster thought that it would be too dangerous.
"Miss Granger, your group will stay in that hotel." The headmaster pointed to a white hotel. The hotel was only three stories high but still very big. The front yard to the white hotel was all flowers and trees. It was gorgeous.
"Yes sir," Hermione replied.
"Here is the money to pay for the rooms and some extra in case. I would like it for you and Mr Malfoy to stay in the same room since you two are in charge of your group."
"Yes sir," Hermione replied again.
"Go on then. I shall see you soon enough." The headmaster and his bigger group left Hermione, Draco, Olivia, Grace, Logan, Riley and Tucker to fend for themselves.
"Let's go then."
The group of seven went into the hotel and looked around. The hotel was very nice indeed. The waiting room was painted a light green with nice leather furniture.
"I'm really nervous," Hermione whispered to Draco.
Draco rubbed her back and told her they'd be alright.
"Well, hello!" the small guy at the front deck greeted.
Hermione and Draco spun around to see a small, skinny, beady eyed, man behind the counter. He had a small pair of round glass perched on the end of his nose, his very black hair falling into his skinny and well boned face. He looked to be about thirty-five.
"Hi," Hermione greeted back. The others got off of the couches and stood behind Hermione.
"How may I help you?"
"We need-"
"Rooms of course," the man laughed. "How silly of me. One for the boys and another for the girls?"
"No. One for us," Draco made a motion with his hands for him and Hermione. "Another for the two girls and another for the three boys."
"Oh! We'll let me see." The small man looked back to his computer and frowned. "Do you want all three on the same floor?"
"Yes, please. And around the same area if possible." Hermione requested.
"Okay. Room twelve for the boys, room thirteen for the lil' ladies and room fifteen for you two." He handed the keys to Hermione and smiled adding a wink to her. "Have a nice time here."
Hermione smiled her thanks and frowned as she turned around, thinking there was something wrong with the man.
"Can we go for a swim?" Logan asked. He wanted to go swimming so he could show off his perfect body to Grace. Logan had nice shaggy brown hair with bits of blond in it, a perfect and melting smile, and lots of gorgeously tanned muscles. Sexy was what came to mind if you thought of him.
Grace smiled at Hermione. "Yeah, can we. We should relaxed after what happened to all of us."
"What happened to all of us?" Hermione asked, an eyebrow raised. "To myself and Dominic is more like it. But yes, you may."
Grace smiled at Hermione as her eyes traveled to Logan. She walked away with her key in hand, luggage bag in the other and made sure Logan was looking at her shapely hips as she swung them with her walk.
Hermione rolled her eyes and picked up her backpack full of clothes. Everything else was sent to Hogwarts. Draco smirked and picked up his own bag and they headed to their room. They stopped at the girls' room then the boys'. Some started to unpack, others right away put their things away in dressers.
The girls' room had two twin beds. The boys' room had a queen bed and a twin, one boy in the twin, two boys in the queen.
Hermione opened the door to their suite and moaned. "You've got to be kidding!"
"What?" Draco asked from behind her. "Oh." Draco said looking at the bed. One queen size bed.
"I'll sleep on the floor."
"No. We'll just get another room."
"The floor's fine." Draco insisted.
"But-"
"Hermione," Draco said with a small laugh. "It isn't that big of a deal."
"Fine. Whatever you want." Hermione walked into the room and laid her bag on the bed. She said a spell and the bag grew really big so all of her clothes could fit in. Hermione smiled and started to unpack her things.
Setting his bag on the other side of the bed, Draco did the same. He put his clothes in the opposite dresser.
There was a light tap on the door and Hermione put her shirt away and went to answer it. She opened the door and Logan was there. The lower half of his body was wrapped in a white towel, the rest of his body was bare.
"Yes?" Hermione asked.
Logan smiled at her. A smile girls would dream about, fantasize about. "I was wondering if you wanna come for a swim."
Hermione shook her head. "Cant," she sighed as she turned around and went back into the room, leaving the door open.
"Why not?" Logan asked.
"Too busy. I have to do a lot right now."
"Oh, come on," Logan tried again. "You're working way to hard. You need a break."
Hermione cocked an eyebrow in his direction. He was now leaning again the door frame, making sure Hermione could see his whole body, muscle and all.
"You need some fun, Hermione. You need to get out of you skin and do something spontaneous. Need to date better guys,"
Hermione looked back at him a smile on her face. "Do I? And who is this better guy you're referring to?"
Logan lifted his shoulders in a lazy shrug. "I dunno. Maybe someone like me."
Hermione laughed at that. "Logan, you're really cute and all, flexing your muscles but," she laughed again, "why don't you hit on Grace? Do you really think I'd wanna go out with you? I'm not your type," Hermione laughed again. "Nice try through."
Logan turned a little pink in the cheeks. "I wasn't trying to hit on you."
"Good." Hermione commented. "Let's make sure that never happens." She laughed again and Logan turned and walked away.
"Damn, " Draco muttered as he closed the door again. "You sure know how to turn a guy down."
Hermione shrugged. "Yeah, well, he wasn't my type."
"Oh, and your type is . . . ?" Draco asked, walking towards her.
Hermione's heart started to pound faster against the wall of her chest. Trying to play it cool, she shrugged. "I dunno, my type runs more to the small and ugly sort of guys."
Draco laughed. "I bet." He walked towards her, his lips turned up in a smirk.
"Poor kid. I feel bad for him now," Hermione told Draco as she turned back to her bag, trying to get Draco out of her head.
"I don't," Draco commended from behind her. His warm breath felt so good on her neck. "But you do need a break." His mouth was now near her ear, his voice soft, silky, seductive.
"Draco, I need to finish unpacking." Hermione tried to move away but Draco snatched her arm and pulled her back into his arm. She wondered how he could be so calm when her she her knees wouldn't work and her heart was going at the speed of a jet.
Hermione sighed and turned around in his arms. "Draco, I need-"
"-a break," Draco finished for her.
She sighed again. "No-"
"Yes." Draco pulled her body snug against his and bent his head to nuzzled her neck. "You need a break," Draco mumbled against her skin as he moved his mouth up her throat.
"No, I need to finish unpacking."
Draco looked down at her, his eyes dark and wanting. Hermione took in a deep breath and looked back up at him, trying to forget the tingle on her neck where Draco was just sucking.
"Liar," Draco whispered and bent his head to hers.
Giving up, Hermione, melted into him. Draco lifted his head to stare down into her eyes. Hermione knew she should stop this but instead she closed her eyes, and felt Draco's lips kiss her nose, her cheekbones, her eyelids, the corner of her eyes.
Returning back to her mouth, Draco used his tongue, kissed her so deep that he could almost feel her body shake with need, with longing.
Draco walked her slowly to the bed and they tumbled down on it together, legs twisted around each others.
Hermione ran her fingers though Draco soft hair as he kissed her, full and deep. Draco's mouth traveled down her jaw line and to her throat.
"Hermione! Draco!" Olivia yelled, as she scrambled into the room.
Draco lazily lifted his head and looked at her as Hermione tried to push him off.
"Yes?" Draco asked in a calm voice.
Olivia looked at the two on the bed, her mouth open. "Uh . . . I -I " she stammered.
"You . . . ?" Draco urged her to go on.
"Logan and Riley are fighting."
Draco jumped off of Hermione. "Where?" he asked.
"In the pool."
Draco pulled her up off of the bed and they followed Olivia down to the pool.
The two boys where in their trunks, rolling over each other, trying to get a punch and the other.
Draco pulled Riley off of Logan and dragged him away.
"What the hell is goin' on?" Draco growled.
"He hit me!" Logan exclaimed, wiping blood from his mouth with the back of his hand.
"You're going to hell, you bastard," Riley threatened.
"Oh, you did not-"
"Enough!" Hermione bellowed. "That is enough! Logan go get cleaned up, Riley you go and sit!" Hermione pointed to a chair and Riley walked over to it, glaring at Logan as he walked by.
Hermione shook her head at Draco. "What as wrong with them?" she scoffed.
Draco shrugged. "I have no clue. I'll go and talk to him you go and talk with Loverboy," Draco said, using his name for Logan.
Hermione sighed but walked out of the pool room and down to Logan's room. Knocking on the door, she took a deep breath.
"What?" came Logan's sulky voice.
"Logan, let me in."
There was no reply, only the click of the deadbolt moving. Hermione opened the door a few seconds later and looked around. Logan was sitting on the bed, a finger pocking at his left eye.
"So, you wanna tell me what happened?"
Logan shook his head.
"Why not?" Hermione asked.
Logan shrugged.
"Logan, talk to me. What happened?"
"Nothing! I didn't do a thing to him. One minute I was talking to Grace the next, Riley had a grip on my throat."
"You're throat? He tried to choke you?" Hermione asked, her eyes big.
"Yeah."
Hermione lifted his chin to examine his neck. There were still finger marks. Hermione touched it gently and Logan jumped away.
With a shrill whine, Logan gave her a glare. "Must you be so rough?"
"Rough? I barely touched you!" Hermione exclaimed. "Stop being a baby and let me clean you lip."
"I'm gonna get a bruise," Logan whined.
"Oh no!" Hermione commented, her voice sarcastic. Logan gave her a sneer and Hermione knelt in front of him, trying to clean his lips. It was swollen but not bad.
"There," Hermione got up off the ground and went to the mini fridge by the table. She took out some ice from the bottom and wrapped it in a cloth. "Hold this to your lip. It wont swell too bad." Logan took the cloth and held it to his lower lip all but smiling.
"I'm going to go check on Riley, you stay here, got it?" Hermione asked.
"Whatever," Logan mumbled, his face set in a pout.
Hermione shook her head and smirked to herself.
"How's he doing?" Hermione asked Draco when she got back to the pool room.
"Don't know," Draco confessed. "He wont let me check the cut out on his cheek and he wont talk to me. You go ahead and try, I doubt he'll talk to you either."
Hermione pulled up a chair next to Riley's and took a breath, taking in the cut on his face and the slightly swollen eye.
"So, what happened?" Hermione asked.
"Why don't you ask Logan?"
"I did," Hermione replied. "He said that you attacked him. He has marks around his throat, Riley." When he didn't say anything, Hermione kept on talking. "There is no reason to attack someone when did nothing to you. Even if they-"
"Did nothing?" Riley hollered, his face red with anger. "He called me a mudblood fag who had no friends!"
"What?" Hermione asked, taken back.
"Yeah. He said that. He said it loud enough for Grace to hear and they both started to laugh. He went on and on and . . . I couldn't take it anymore."
"So you choked him?" Hermione asked.
"No. I punched him."
"And then what happened?" Hermione asked.
Riley shrugged. "He took a shot at me and missed. Then he kicked me and started to call me names again. So I punched him again. He hit me back and I went to walk away but he wouldn't drop it. He went on about how Mum was a whore and how my pop shot himself."
Hermione looked at him in horror. Had this really happened? "Are you making this up?" Hermione looked him in the eyes, daring him to tell the lie.
"Why would I make this up?" Riley exclaimed. "You think I like the fact that my dad killed himself in front of me or that my mom lets guys take control over her? No offence, but I think not!"
"I'm sorry," Hermione replied. "Just, try to stay away from him, okay? I'll talk to him."
Hermione got up and left Riley, her head full of sour thoughts.
"What'd he say?" Draco asked.
"He said that Logan called him names and so he punched him. Logan kicked him and wouldn't stop calling him names, so Riley punched him again."
"And?" Draco prompt.
"Riley went to walk away and Logan started to pick on him about how his mom was a whore and his dad killing himself."
"What?" Draco looked over to Riley and then back to Hermione. "Are you serious?"
"Yes," Hermione mumbled with a sigh. "I want to talk with Logan again."
"Why don't you tomorrow, Hermione? It's getting late and I'm sure they're both tired. Leave them alone."
"And what will happen when their in the same room together?"
Draco shrugged. "I don't think they'll start a fight again. If they do, then we'll just have to make switches in some rooms."
"Alright," Hermione agreed. She turned around and headed back to her room as Draco went the other way to get Riley. Draco took Riley to his room and cleaned out his cut. He told the two boys that they better cool down and stay out of each others way.
With a sigh, Draco continued down the hall. The door to his room was slightly ajar. Pushing it open with caution, Draco heard a sniff.
Hermione was sitting on the bed, her legs up against her chest, her arms wrapped around herself, her chin tucked in between her knees.
"Hermione?" Draco whispered.
Hermione looked up at him. She wiped her face with the back of her hands and sniffed again, trying to stop her crying.
"Hermione, what's wrong?" Draco asked.
She shook her head. "Nothing. I'm fine," she replied.
Draco frowned, knowing that something was wrong. He came up to the bed and sat down beside her. "Hermione, baby, what's wrong?"
Again, Hermione shook her head. "Nothing, honestly."
"Hermione, I know something's wrong when you're crying. Just tell me." He touched her hand and found that she was gripping something tightly in her fists. Frowning he tried to take the paper from her.
"I'm fine, " Hermione repeated as she tried to crawl away from Draco. But Draco would not leave her alone.
Draco got her fist apart and let the paper fall from her hand. He snatched the paper before Hermione could and opened it. It wasn't a piece of paper, it was a picture. A picture of her dad.
"Oh, Hermione."
Hermione shook her head and crawled off of the bed. "It's okay."
"Come here, Hermione." Draco commanded softly.
Hermione sniffed again and shook her head. "No, I'm fine."
"Hermione. Come here." Again Hermione shook her head.
Draco got up off of the bed and walked towards her. He reached out his hand and grabbed hers.
Snatching her hand back, Hermione backed away, her body breaking down again. She fell to her knees and started to whimper.
Draco bent down to her. "Hermione-"
"No!" she said with a cry. Sobs now racked her body.
Draco helplessly watched her. Finally, he put his arms around her and held her tight. Ignoring her fight to push him away, he gripped her body close to his own. Soon enough she let herself fall into his arms. Her stiff body loosened and she sobbed for her dead father in his arms. Rubbing her back and saying soothing words, Draco let her fall asleep.
Draco gently picked her up and carried her to the bed. Laying down on the floor like he promised he would, Draco only wished for her to be safe and have no worries about him or another person.
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(Names of people)
Hermione Granger- Gryffindor, 7th year girl.
Olivia- Vernard School, 5th year girl. Tall, skinny, very quite, beautiful red curls, blue eyes.
Grace- Vernard School, 6th year girl. Small, skinny, shapely hips, flirts, very loud, talkative, long blond hair, brown eyes.
Draco Malfoy-Slytherin, 7th year boy.
Logan- Vernard School, 6tHermione year boy. Tall, very muscular, a 'loverboy', picks fights, shaggy blond hair, killer smile
Tucker- Vernard School, 6th year boy. Short brown hair, magnificent Baby blue eyes, very nice, sweet.
Riley- Vernard School, 5th year boy. Black haunted eyes, hat always over jet black hair, only talks to Hermione.