Hi there! I know chapter 3 sucked. Sorry! Oh well! Thanks for reading this.
Disclaimer: Of course I don't own Harry Potter. Is my name J. K. Rowling? I think not.
This chapter is dedicated to embo because I was seriously thinking about not updating this and she told me I have to so.. Here's to you, embo ::bows graciously, taking off hat:: yes I am wearing a hat right now.
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Chapter Four- the 1st (+ 2nd) kiss
After a few minutes, Malfoy said, "You know what, Granger, you are absolutely gorgeous. I don't know how the rest of the dream team can keep their hands off you. If I was around you for most of my day, I wouldn't want to try." After saying this, he swept a hand across her cheek. She batted it away, or tried to, though she had swatted her hand after his was already off. She had closed her heavily make-upped eyes for just the split second he had touched her and found herself with her archenemy's lips pressed firmly against her own. To Malfoy's surprise, Hermione leaned towards him and deepened his kiss. Their tongues played together inside each other's mouths and Hermione swung her arms around Draco's neck to pull him even closer. He pushed her down towards the seat so that he was lying on top of her. His fingers played through her long black hair and twirled it around themselves. (A/N themselves meaning his fingers he was twirling her hair around his fingers)
Suddenly, she pushed him off of her, repeating over and over again the word no. Malfoy was startled and looked at her through wide eyes. "Why did you." he trailed off, not knowing how to finish. He just watched her, running her hands through her hair, shaking her head at the ground as if she committed one of the seven deadly sins. When she finally looked up at him, he saw fear and panic in her eyes, and had no idea why. He had also seen lust and want hidden under all the other emotions fogging her still deep chocolate eyes. Looking at her just made him want her all the more because underneath all the tough outside was a vulnerable little girl he had met just six years ago on this very train. That girl was still there, no matter how much this woman would deny it. He could see her in the fear and panic. The same fear he had seen when he called her mudblood for the first time. The same panic he noticed every time she was in the library doing last minute research for an essay or test the next day. He always noticed her emotions; she was so easy to read. Now he was drawn to her. Everything new about her made her, in his eyes, extremely sexy, but all the emotions she wore right out on her sleeve (or in her eyes) just made her all the more appealing. He couldn't stand it anymore. He kissed her again. She pushed him away. He saw a single tear fall from her perfect eyes. He wrapped his arms around her to comfort her quivering body.
"No, I cant. I wont. I can't betray my friends. If I ever. if they found out. no, I cant." She snuggled into his arms even closer, betraying her own words. She wasn't crying, but he could tell she was afraid. He didn't know of what. Possibly betrayal? He didn't know. He kissed her smooth black hair and kept his face against it. Every time he inhaled, he got the smell of vanilla and chamomile wafting through his nose. How could someone he thought so vile make him so wild and smell so good. He was taught all his life that mudbloods were trash, so shouldn't they smell as if they were the filth his father made them out to be. This girl was nowhere near filth.
She was beautiful, intelligent, and that smell drove him crazy, it was so good. She was as far from filth as was humanly possible. He felt her move in his arms but he paid no mind. He kept his eyes closed so that his thoughts could not escape him. He was thinking how wonderful it would be if she would be with him instead of Potter and Weasley all day. As he took another deep breath he felt a warm pair of lips press against his. He opened his eyes to see Hermione's face right in front of his. He ran his tongue across her bottom lip, trying to gain access to her mouth. She opened her lips ever so slightly and his tongue darted in to explore her mouth. He wanted to taste her, wanted to be connected to her in some way. If it had to be by the mouth, so be it. He just wanted her with all his being.
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Hey thanx for reviewing answers to problems :-P
ShOw gUrL-Yea I know that everybody is out of character. Sorry. Lets see Dumbledore, Malfoy, is anyone else really out of it? Im sorry I'm like a really crappy writer so ::laughs nervously:: I'm really sorry if me writing ooc bothers any of you. Righteo I'm sorry I ran over that line. Ummmm what exactly did I do to run over that line?
Embo- I love you! Thanks so much for NOT flaming. Um well about the piercing.. Its still Hermione. So she's rebelled a little over the summer. That doesn't mean that she's totally a different person. She's still pretty conservative; she just doesn't care what other people think about her anymore; except possibly her friends. And possibly a certain Slytherin.
A nonny mouse-Who put you in charge of how everybody writes? So I want to put my authors notes in the story, so what. Who gave you the right to tell me I shouldn't. I think you should mind your own business over other people's writing styles. In my opinion, my putting the author's notes where they are just makes it so people can understand my story better. Isn't that the point of author's notes? I know my story isn't original in any sense but the story line in my opinion is at least slightly original so sod off. And don't you think your showing a bit of cowardice by staying anonymous. At least im actually writing something that im allowing people I don't know read and give their opinions. I see that you just read and criticize but you don't let anyone do the same for you. Well, I just LOVE a good hypocrite.
Cutiepie 73-thanks obviously im still writing I've got tons more in store just waiting to be put up
Jaded Roses and . -what the hell does that mean?!? Whatever its supposed to mean I don't have to listen to it because it sounds like you're telling me to totally obliterate my story and I really don't want to, so :-P
A little author's note- I'm sick of all the flames I've been getting. Critiques and happy messages are totally welcome. Flamers- go do something other than make me feel like crap. Thanks
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Remember to R/R love you all ~lilygreeneyes ;-P
Disclaimer: Of course I don't own Harry Potter. Is my name J. K. Rowling? I think not.
This chapter is dedicated to embo because I was seriously thinking about not updating this and she told me I have to so.. Here's to you, embo ::bows graciously, taking off hat:: yes I am wearing a hat right now.
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Chapter Four- the 1st (+ 2nd) kiss
After a few minutes, Malfoy said, "You know what, Granger, you are absolutely gorgeous. I don't know how the rest of the dream team can keep their hands off you. If I was around you for most of my day, I wouldn't want to try." After saying this, he swept a hand across her cheek. She batted it away, or tried to, though she had swatted her hand after his was already off. She had closed her heavily make-upped eyes for just the split second he had touched her and found herself with her archenemy's lips pressed firmly against her own. To Malfoy's surprise, Hermione leaned towards him and deepened his kiss. Their tongues played together inside each other's mouths and Hermione swung her arms around Draco's neck to pull him even closer. He pushed her down towards the seat so that he was lying on top of her. His fingers played through her long black hair and twirled it around themselves. (A/N themselves meaning his fingers he was twirling her hair around his fingers)
Suddenly, she pushed him off of her, repeating over and over again the word no. Malfoy was startled and looked at her through wide eyes. "Why did you." he trailed off, not knowing how to finish. He just watched her, running her hands through her hair, shaking her head at the ground as if she committed one of the seven deadly sins. When she finally looked up at him, he saw fear and panic in her eyes, and had no idea why. He had also seen lust and want hidden under all the other emotions fogging her still deep chocolate eyes. Looking at her just made him want her all the more because underneath all the tough outside was a vulnerable little girl he had met just six years ago on this very train. That girl was still there, no matter how much this woman would deny it. He could see her in the fear and panic. The same fear he had seen when he called her mudblood for the first time. The same panic he noticed every time she was in the library doing last minute research for an essay or test the next day. He always noticed her emotions; she was so easy to read. Now he was drawn to her. Everything new about her made her, in his eyes, extremely sexy, but all the emotions she wore right out on her sleeve (or in her eyes) just made her all the more appealing. He couldn't stand it anymore. He kissed her again. She pushed him away. He saw a single tear fall from her perfect eyes. He wrapped his arms around her to comfort her quivering body.
"No, I cant. I wont. I can't betray my friends. If I ever. if they found out. no, I cant." She snuggled into his arms even closer, betraying her own words. She wasn't crying, but he could tell she was afraid. He didn't know of what. Possibly betrayal? He didn't know. He kissed her smooth black hair and kept his face against it. Every time he inhaled, he got the smell of vanilla and chamomile wafting through his nose. How could someone he thought so vile make him so wild and smell so good. He was taught all his life that mudbloods were trash, so shouldn't they smell as if they were the filth his father made them out to be. This girl was nowhere near filth.
She was beautiful, intelligent, and that smell drove him crazy, it was so good. She was as far from filth as was humanly possible. He felt her move in his arms but he paid no mind. He kept his eyes closed so that his thoughts could not escape him. He was thinking how wonderful it would be if she would be with him instead of Potter and Weasley all day. As he took another deep breath he felt a warm pair of lips press against his. He opened his eyes to see Hermione's face right in front of his. He ran his tongue across her bottom lip, trying to gain access to her mouth. She opened her lips ever so slightly and his tongue darted in to explore her mouth. He wanted to taste her, wanted to be connected to her in some way. If it had to be by the mouth, so be it. He just wanted her with all his being.
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Hey thanx for reviewing answers to problems :-P
ShOw gUrL-Yea I know that everybody is out of character. Sorry. Lets see Dumbledore, Malfoy, is anyone else really out of it? Im sorry I'm like a really crappy writer so ::laughs nervously:: I'm really sorry if me writing ooc bothers any of you. Righteo I'm sorry I ran over that line. Ummmm what exactly did I do to run over that line?
Embo- I love you! Thanks so much for NOT flaming. Um well about the piercing.. Its still Hermione. So she's rebelled a little over the summer. That doesn't mean that she's totally a different person. She's still pretty conservative; she just doesn't care what other people think about her anymore; except possibly her friends. And possibly a certain Slytherin.
A nonny mouse-Who put you in charge of how everybody writes? So I want to put my authors notes in the story, so what. Who gave you the right to tell me I shouldn't. I think you should mind your own business over other people's writing styles. In my opinion, my putting the author's notes where they are just makes it so people can understand my story better. Isn't that the point of author's notes? I know my story isn't original in any sense but the story line in my opinion is at least slightly original so sod off. And don't you think your showing a bit of cowardice by staying anonymous. At least im actually writing something that im allowing people I don't know read and give their opinions. I see that you just read and criticize but you don't let anyone do the same for you. Well, I just LOVE a good hypocrite.
Cutiepie 73-thanks obviously im still writing I've got tons more in store just waiting to be put up
Jaded Roses and . -what the hell does that mean?!? Whatever its supposed to mean I don't have to listen to it because it sounds like you're telling me to totally obliterate my story and I really don't want to, so :-P
A little author's note- I'm sick of all the flames I've been getting. Critiques and happy messages are totally welcome. Flamers- go do something other than make me feel like crap. Thanks
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Remember to R/R love you all ~lilygreeneyes ;-P