Hello again. Thanks to all of you who have kept reading. I didn't think
anyone would read this in the first place but thanks to all of you who did.
I had a bloody hard time trying to remember what the Hogwarts school
uniform looks like without the black robes over top and there are very few
clues that I could have gotten. That's what has kept this chapter out so
long. I finally found a picture of Hermione and Ron without the robes over
the uniform so I've got reference material for the uniform. Sorry it took
so long! It's been ready for 2 ½ weeks now but I wasn't sure about
something so I didn't update. I am sooooooo so so terribly sorry. Please
keep reading.
Here's to Emily.
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Hermione had no idea why she was kissing her worst nightmare. She didn't know why, all of the sudden, he was so appealing to her. All she knew was that, here she was, smartest girl in the school and worst enemies with any Slytherin at all, especially Draco Malfoy, and she was kissing him. Kissing him with all her pent up passion that said she wanted to do nothing more than just that for the rest of eternity. She didn't know why and she wasn't so sure she wanted to. She ran her hands through his silver-blonde hair. It was so smooth when it wasn't plastered like a rock to his head in that impossible slicked back look he usually wore. Her tongue was finding every hidden corner of his mouth and she just wanted to taste him with all she was worth. Her hands left his hair and traveled down his back. One hand made its way to the front and started undoing his shirt buttons.
She had only four left when she realized, this was Malfoy she was kissing. This was Malfoy's shirt she was undoing. What had happened to her perfect self-control? Why did she lose THAT to Malfoy, of all people? She pushed away and looked at the. whatever he was in front of her on the compartment floor with her. His hair was messy from her hands, his shirt hung open to show an even paler complexion than her own. He had black lipstick smeared all over his mouth. She never thought she would see DRACO MALFOY in such a mess. The entire sight made her laugh. She was giggling non-stop as Draco kept asking, "What is so funny?" After a few minutes his voice got a little louder and it scared Hermione. When she was mad, she was lethal, verbally. When Malfoy got mad, she thought he could probably also be lethal, but most likely, physically. She wasn't about to get on his bad side.
When he again asked, "What is so bloody funny?!?" She answered with a simple, "You." He transfigured a seat cushion into a looking glass to see what Hermione had seen just moments before. His expression when he saw his reflection started Hermione off again. This time after Draco realized what had made her laugh, he started chuckling right along with her. After a good five minutes had passed, he cleaned his face and handed Hermione the mirror. She wasn't as bad as Malfoy in the deranged looks department, but she still had some work to fix. She reached into one of the pockets of her pants and pulled out her red eyeliner and black lipstick. She redrew the blood drop that had been mussed by the single tear that fell earlier and she made her lips a perfect black again. She put the make-up away and reached into another pocket and pulled out a small hand comb. She pulled it through her hair a few times and she looked exactly as she had before they kissed, except without pure fury in her eyes. She checked her watch and noted that they would be at the school in about an hour. "We might want to change into our school robes soon. We don't have much longer to change." She looked at Malfoy's mostly opened shirt and added, "If you want, I could help you. Or at least finish what I started"
To her surprise he walked up to her and took her hands in his. Pulling them closer to the remaining buttons, he responded, " I wouldn't mind at all, But only if you help me with all of it." She looked up at him, seeing as he was a good 6 inches taller then she was. She was tall, but Malfoy was stepping one up on Ron in the height department. He was easily the tallest male in the school. She was guessing he was at least 6'3", where she was only 5'9". That was an only just because compared to Ron, Harry and Draco, she was actually small. Each boy was over 6 feet in height. Draco was again 6'3", Ron easily 6 foot 2 ½" and Harry about 6 foot 1 ½". Compared to them, she was short, being about four and a half inches shorter then the shortest of the three.
She looked into Malfoy's silver eyes and could tell he was serious. She finished unbuttoning his top and ran her hands up his chest and down his arms, leaving the shirt to fall to the floor. She unfastened his belt buckle and undid the button and zipper on his trousers. She tugged them down slightly so they would fall to the floor themselves. Draco stepped out of his trousers and was wearing nothing but a pair of emerald green boxers. He raised his wand, muttered "Accio uniform," and put his hand out the compartment door. When he brought his arm back in he was holding what was obviously his school robes. He set them on the seat and nodded towards them. "There you go. I'm ready to be dressed by your elegant hands, Miss Granger."
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With a smirk she picked up his white button down and pulled it up his arms. She buttoned up every button including the top. She then picked up the standard gray sweater and pulled it over his head. He put his own arms through the sleeves. She picked up the green and gray striped tie, looked over it, and set it back down on the compartment seat next to the rest of the outfit. She asked if he could put the pants on himself and he grudgingly pulled the trouser legs over his own. He was about to zip up the zipper when Hermione slapped his hand off. "Uh, uh, uh. Now its my turn." She carefully zipped and fastened his trousers and picked up the belt. She bent down so that she was eye level with his waist. She took the end of the belt and pushed it into the first belt loop. She pulled it a few more inches and put it into the next one. Putting her face against his abs she felt for the loop in the back. When she found it, she continued putting on Draco's belt. When she got it to the end where it needed to be fastened, she put the end through the metal and pulled it just taut enough so that it wouldn't hurt him. She put the metal end through the hole in the leather and pushed the end through the other side of the metallic square. Pushing the end through the first belt loop once again, she kissed Malfoy's stomach. She stood up and picked up his tie once again, looking at the colors with a scowl on her face. She put it over her wrist as she pulled up his collar. She brought the tie around his neck and began to tie it. After a half a minute of skilled handiwork because of so many years with a tie, she tucked the ends underneath his sweater. Smoothing it out so that the tie lay flat, she kissed him on the side of the neck. "Just to give you more trouble then you need, that lipstick is nearly impossible to get off, and I won't tell you how to get rid of it." She strode to the other end of the compartment to leave when Malfoy reminded her of what Dumbledore had said. Pulling a bottle of a clear liquid out of her pocket along with a few cotton balls, Hermione started cleaning off his neck so that they could go get her uniform. They walked down the end of the train and Hermione opened her friends' compartment.
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"Hey Maya what's he doing with you?" Harry asked as horribly as he could. Hermione cringed at the emphasis on the word he.
"Professeur Dumbledore told us we had to go everywhere together until we arrived at the school. I needed to pick up my uniform." She entered the compartment and closed the door leaving Malfoy behind. A sharp pain went through her head and she collapsed to the floor. Ron threw the door open and started screaming at Draco. "What did you do to her?!?!?!?"
"I didn't do anything to her. Wait, something happened?" he looked into the room to see Harry and Ginny trying to wake her.
His eyes widened. Did Dumbledore.? But she was one of his prized students! Why would he do anything to hurt her? Why wasn't he hurt? Shouldn't he follow the same consequences as she when they were separated? Or was it because she left him, and not they had left each other? He entered the compartment and shoved Harry and Ginny out of the way. He knelt down beside her and touched her face. " Come on, Granger. Wake up. Don't do this to me." He realized that her friends were watching the spectacle he was putting on. "Wake up, you filthy mudblood. I don't want to be near these gits for too much longer. I might catch something."
"Watch it, Malfoy. We can still hear. I will warn you, though, we won't try to hold anyone back if they try to pummel you through the bottom of the train. Keep insulting us and I'm sure someone will want to." He could tell by the way the weaselette spoke she was referring to her older brother, who had a scowl the size of Italy and was cracking his knuckles into his hand, ready to fight.
"Where are Granger's school robes? I'll take them and her down to the heads' compartment for when she wakes up and I promise not to touch her. Like that. Please, something might happen to her if I leave her here."
"Why does that matter to you?"
"Because. And anyways, possibly, if I leave her, the same thing will happen to me and then both head students would be out of commission." Ginny handed him the clothing hesitantly and he set it on Hermione's midsection. He put her left hand over it and put the other around his own neck. He then picked her up and walked out of the room. Before Ron closed the door, he whispered, " I know you said you wouldn't touch her, but I have no reason to believe you. Remembering the remark you made earlier, I'm not even sure if I should trust you with taking her down to the heads' compartment. If I hear that you touched anywhere that you aren't touching right now, I swear, I'll kill you. Heck, I don't even know if I shouldn't kill you right now, but you seem to know more about this situation than I do so I'm letting you go. But if anything comes back that you harmed her in ANY way, I WILL kill you."
"I know, Weasel." And he did. Just to spite him, he wanted to explore every part of her body with his fingertips except the areas he was holding her at the present moment. The only problem with that was that he didn't know when Granger would wake up. It would be very awkward and very difficult to explain why he was touching her everywhere he could. Hell, it was very hard and very difficult to explain to himself why he was even thinking these things. He stopped in front of the compartment they needed and gently set Hermione on her feet not letting go from under her arms so that she was still upright. He opened the door and picked her up again.
He laid her unconscious body on the side that still had all the cushions and set her clothes across from her. He transfigured the looking glass back into a cushion and sat on it on the floor. He decided he would wait until she woke to do anything. The train got nearer and nearer to the school and she still hadn't woken. He picked up her hand and gently stroked it with his thumb. He decided that he might as well get her dressed so that he didn't carry her into the school without proper attire on. It would set a bad example for the new students. Like he cared about the new students.
Carefully he started untying her boots. He slid them off her feet slowly and gently. Her simple green and gray striped socks made his heart wrench. No, it didn't make his heart wrench, Malfoys' hearts don't wrench. It just made him mad as hell. It was the same design as his tie that she had scowled at earlier that same HOUR. He pulled them off to reveal perfectly painted black toes with a detail that looked as if it were a drop of blood on each.
He undid the zipper on her trousers as not to reveal too much if she awoke suddenly. He unfastened her belt, then after looking up at her face to make sure she wouldn't stir, he also undid the two buttons on her trousers. He pulled off the simple material quickly and grabbed her skirt from the pile. He fastened all the contraptions to make sure her skirt stayed in place. He had barely caught sight of her elegant hot pink silk bikini bottom. Barely, but most definitely had. He pulled off her top leaving a black bra on her breasts. He marveled for a second at how beautiful a creature Hermione Granger really was.
He pulled her white button down from the clothing pile and put her left arm in the appropriate sleeve. Lifting her body so she was sitting up, he pulled the other side of her shirt to the right side of her body. He then slipped her right arm into its sleeve and started to fasten the buttons down her shirt. She stirred slightly and he scrambled to the other end of the compartment, just out of her reach.
She went back into unconsciousness, but with a slight smile on her face. He stepped over to the peaceful body and started tickling her ribs like mad. That smile made him very suspicious. Was she asleep at all? Did she trick him into putting her uniform on?
Draco Malfoy was suspicious of someone pretending to be something they were not.
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Hi everybody. Lilygreeneyes here. Sorry bout the tangent earlier about the heights its just how I always see them. And I have the attention span of a gnat. If I think of something that I want in the story it has to be written then or it's forgotten forever. You should see my outlines. They look like hell, or at least the margins do. A note here description there definitions wherever they can be fit. And I've been writing this directly on Pete (my computer's name) so I don't have margins to put my little notes in. so obviously, I have to put it right there in the story if I want it in there at all. Oh thanks for putting up with my yammering. I'd like to say thanks to the following:
embo: look I've updated! Now you're not allowed to annoy me beyond my imagination but you've yet to update so I can do it to you! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Cutie pie 73: im glad you like it I've got chapters 6, 7, and 8 written and waiting to be proofread so hope to get them up soon. Chapter 9 is still in the works and then I'll have to see as I go along where this is gonna end up. Keep reading!
Bleeding flower: I know, I know, I've been saying that all along. I love my style of writing, too. Oh, you make a very valid point about writing ooc. I AM ALLOWED DAMMIT! IT IS BLOODY FAN FICTION! I AM ALLOWED TO WRITE OUT OF CHARACTER! (That was to all the people who are telling me I cant write that way, and just so you know, y'idiots, there's a surprise in chapter nine that will probably make you much happier.) Why are all the good guys in other countries? Ahhhhhhhh!
R/R everybody! Hope to get another out soon! And damn the Hogwarts school uniforms! Well love to all of you
~lilygreeneyes ;-D
Here's to Emily.
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Hermione had no idea why she was kissing her worst nightmare. She didn't know why, all of the sudden, he was so appealing to her. All she knew was that, here she was, smartest girl in the school and worst enemies with any Slytherin at all, especially Draco Malfoy, and she was kissing him. Kissing him with all her pent up passion that said she wanted to do nothing more than just that for the rest of eternity. She didn't know why and she wasn't so sure she wanted to. She ran her hands through his silver-blonde hair. It was so smooth when it wasn't plastered like a rock to his head in that impossible slicked back look he usually wore. Her tongue was finding every hidden corner of his mouth and she just wanted to taste him with all she was worth. Her hands left his hair and traveled down his back. One hand made its way to the front and started undoing his shirt buttons.
She had only four left when she realized, this was Malfoy she was kissing. This was Malfoy's shirt she was undoing. What had happened to her perfect self-control? Why did she lose THAT to Malfoy, of all people? She pushed away and looked at the. whatever he was in front of her on the compartment floor with her. His hair was messy from her hands, his shirt hung open to show an even paler complexion than her own. He had black lipstick smeared all over his mouth. She never thought she would see DRACO MALFOY in such a mess. The entire sight made her laugh. She was giggling non-stop as Draco kept asking, "What is so funny?" After a few minutes his voice got a little louder and it scared Hermione. When she was mad, she was lethal, verbally. When Malfoy got mad, she thought he could probably also be lethal, but most likely, physically. She wasn't about to get on his bad side.
When he again asked, "What is so bloody funny?!?" She answered with a simple, "You." He transfigured a seat cushion into a looking glass to see what Hermione had seen just moments before. His expression when he saw his reflection started Hermione off again. This time after Draco realized what had made her laugh, he started chuckling right along with her. After a good five minutes had passed, he cleaned his face and handed Hermione the mirror. She wasn't as bad as Malfoy in the deranged looks department, but she still had some work to fix. She reached into one of the pockets of her pants and pulled out her red eyeliner and black lipstick. She redrew the blood drop that had been mussed by the single tear that fell earlier and she made her lips a perfect black again. She put the make-up away and reached into another pocket and pulled out a small hand comb. She pulled it through her hair a few times and she looked exactly as she had before they kissed, except without pure fury in her eyes. She checked her watch and noted that they would be at the school in about an hour. "We might want to change into our school robes soon. We don't have much longer to change." She looked at Malfoy's mostly opened shirt and added, "If you want, I could help you. Or at least finish what I started"
To her surprise he walked up to her and took her hands in his. Pulling them closer to the remaining buttons, he responded, " I wouldn't mind at all, But only if you help me with all of it." She looked up at him, seeing as he was a good 6 inches taller then she was. She was tall, but Malfoy was stepping one up on Ron in the height department. He was easily the tallest male in the school. She was guessing he was at least 6'3", where she was only 5'9". That was an only just because compared to Ron, Harry and Draco, she was actually small. Each boy was over 6 feet in height. Draco was again 6'3", Ron easily 6 foot 2 ½" and Harry about 6 foot 1 ½". Compared to them, she was short, being about four and a half inches shorter then the shortest of the three.
She looked into Malfoy's silver eyes and could tell he was serious. She finished unbuttoning his top and ran her hands up his chest and down his arms, leaving the shirt to fall to the floor. She unfastened his belt buckle and undid the button and zipper on his trousers. She tugged them down slightly so they would fall to the floor themselves. Draco stepped out of his trousers and was wearing nothing but a pair of emerald green boxers. He raised his wand, muttered "Accio uniform," and put his hand out the compartment door. When he brought his arm back in he was holding what was obviously his school robes. He set them on the seat and nodded towards them. "There you go. I'm ready to be dressed by your elegant hands, Miss Granger."
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With a smirk she picked up his white button down and pulled it up his arms. She buttoned up every button including the top. She then picked up the standard gray sweater and pulled it over his head. He put his own arms through the sleeves. She picked up the green and gray striped tie, looked over it, and set it back down on the compartment seat next to the rest of the outfit. She asked if he could put the pants on himself and he grudgingly pulled the trouser legs over his own. He was about to zip up the zipper when Hermione slapped his hand off. "Uh, uh, uh. Now its my turn." She carefully zipped and fastened his trousers and picked up the belt. She bent down so that she was eye level with his waist. She took the end of the belt and pushed it into the first belt loop. She pulled it a few more inches and put it into the next one. Putting her face against his abs she felt for the loop in the back. When she found it, she continued putting on Draco's belt. When she got it to the end where it needed to be fastened, she put the end through the metal and pulled it just taut enough so that it wouldn't hurt him. She put the metal end through the hole in the leather and pushed the end through the other side of the metallic square. Pushing the end through the first belt loop once again, she kissed Malfoy's stomach. She stood up and picked up his tie once again, looking at the colors with a scowl on her face. She put it over her wrist as she pulled up his collar. She brought the tie around his neck and began to tie it. After a half a minute of skilled handiwork because of so many years with a tie, she tucked the ends underneath his sweater. Smoothing it out so that the tie lay flat, she kissed him on the side of the neck. "Just to give you more trouble then you need, that lipstick is nearly impossible to get off, and I won't tell you how to get rid of it." She strode to the other end of the compartment to leave when Malfoy reminded her of what Dumbledore had said. Pulling a bottle of a clear liquid out of her pocket along with a few cotton balls, Hermione started cleaning off his neck so that they could go get her uniform. They walked down the end of the train and Hermione opened her friends' compartment.
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"Hey Maya what's he doing with you?" Harry asked as horribly as he could. Hermione cringed at the emphasis on the word he.
"Professeur Dumbledore told us we had to go everywhere together until we arrived at the school. I needed to pick up my uniform." She entered the compartment and closed the door leaving Malfoy behind. A sharp pain went through her head and she collapsed to the floor. Ron threw the door open and started screaming at Draco. "What did you do to her?!?!?!?"
"I didn't do anything to her. Wait, something happened?" he looked into the room to see Harry and Ginny trying to wake her.
His eyes widened. Did Dumbledore.? But she was one of his prized students! Why would he do anything to hurt her? Why wasn't he hurt? Shouldn't he follow the same consequences as she when they were separated? Or was it because she left him, and not they had left each other? He entered the compartment and shoved Harry and Ginny out of the way. He knelt down beside her and touched her face. " Come on, Granger. Wake up. Don't do this to me." He realized that her friends were watching the spectacle he was putting on. "Wake up, you filthy mudblood. I don't want to be near these gits for too much longer. I might catch something."
"Watch it, Malfoy. We can still hear. I will warn you, though, we won't try to hold anyone back if they try to pummel you through the bottom of the train. Keep insulting us and I'm sure someone will want to." He could tell by the way the weaselette spoke she was referring to her older brother, who had a scowl the size of Italy and was cracking his knuckles into his hand, ready to fight.
"Where are Granger's school robes? I'll take them and her down to the heads' compartment for when she wakes up and I promise not to touch her. Like that. Please, something might happen to her if I leave her here."
"Why does that matter to you?"
"Because. And anyways, possibly, if I leave her, the same thing will happen to me and then both head students would be out of commission." Ginny handed him the clothing hesitantly and he set it on Hermione's midsection. He put her left hand over it and put the other around his own neck. He then picked her up and walked out of the room. Before Ron closed the door, he whispered, " I know you said you wouldn't touch her, but I have no reason to believe you. Remembering the remark you made earlier, I'm not even sure if I should trust you with taking her down to the heads' compartment. If I hear that you touched anywhere that you aren't touching right now, I swear, I'll kill you. Heck, I don't even know if I shouldn't kill you right now, but you seem to know more about this situation than I do so I'm letting you go. But if anything comes back that you harmed her in ANY way, I WILL kill you."
"I know, Weasel." And he did. Just to spite him, he wanted to explore every part of her body with his fingertips except the areas he was holding her at the present moment. The only problem with that was that he didn't know when Granger would wake up. It would be very awkward and very difficult to explain why he was touching her everywhere he could. Hell, it was very hard and very difficult to explain to himself why he was even thinking these things. He stopped in front of the compartment they needed and gently set Hermione on her feet not letting go from under her arms so that she was still upright. He opened the door and picked her up again.
He laid her unconscious body on the side that still had all the cushions and set her clothes across from her. He transfigured the looking glass back into a cushion and sat on it on the floor. He decided he would wait until she woke to do anything. The train got nearer and nearer to the school and she still hadn't woken. He picked up her hand and gently stroked it with his thumb. He decided that he might as well get her dressed so that he didn't carry her into the school without proper attire on. It would set a bad example for the new students. Like he cared about the new students.
Carefully he started untying her boots. He slid them off her feet slowly and gently. Her simple green and gray striped socks made his heart wrench. No, it didn't make his heart wrench, Malfoys' hearts don't wrench. It just made him mad as hell. It was the same design as his tie that she had scowled at earlier that same HOUR. He pulled them off to reveal perfectly painted black toes with a detail that looked as if it were a drop of blood on each.
He undid the zipper on her trousers as not to reveal too much if she awoke suddenly. He unfastened her belt, then after looking up at her face to make sure she wouldn't stir, he also undid the two buttons on her trousers. He pulled off the simple material quickly and grabbed her skirt from the pile. He fastened all the contraptions to make sure her skirt stayed in place. He had barely caught sight of her elegant hot pink silk bikini bottom. Barely, but most definitely had. He pulled off her top leaving a black bra on her breasts. He marveled for a second at how beautiful a creature Hermione Granger really was.
He pulled her white button down from the clothing pile and put her left arm in the appropriate sleeve. Lifting her body so she was sitting up, he pulled the other side of her shirt to the right side of her body. He then slipped her right arm into its sleeve and started to fasten the buttons down her shirt. She stirred slightly and he scrambled to the other end of the compartment, just out of her reach.
She went back into unconsciousness, but with a slight smile on her face. He stepped over to the peaceful body and started tickling her ribs like mad. That smile made him very suspicious. Was she asleep at all? Did she trick him into putting her uniform on?
Draco Malfoy was suspicious of someone pretending to be something they were not.
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Hi everybody. Lilygreeneyes here. Sorry bout the tangent earlier about the heights its just how I always see them. And I have the attention span of a gnat. If I think of something that I want in the story it has to be written then or it's forgotten forever. You should see my outlines. They look like hell, or at least the margins do. A note here description there definitions wherever they can be fit. And I've been writing this directly on Pete (my computer's name) so I don't have margins to put my little notes in. so obviously, I have to put it right there in the story if I want it in there at all. Oh thanks for putting up with my yammering. I'd like to say thanks to the following:
embo: look I've updated! Now you're not allowed to annoy me beyond my imagination but you've yet to update so I can do it to you! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Cutie pie 73: im glad you like it I've got chapters 6, 7, and 8 written and waiting to be proofread so hope to get them up soon. Chapter 9 is still in the works and then I'll have to see as I go along where this is gonna end up. Keep reading!
Bleeding flower: I know, I know, I've been saying that all along. I love my style of writing, too. Oh, you make a very valid point about writing ooc. I AM ALLOWED DAMMIT! IT IS BLOODY FAN FICTION! I AM ALLOWED TO WRITE OUT OF CHARACTER! (That was to all the people who are telling me I cant write that way, and just so you know, y'idiots, there's a surprise in chapter nine that will probably make you much happier.) Why are all the good guys in other countries? Ahhhhhhhh!
R/R everybody! Hope to get another out soon! And damn the Hogwarts school uniforms! Well love to all of you
~lilygreeneyes ;-D