kole17- Wow! I love the long reviews, they're way helpful. I love arrogant Draco, he's so darn sexy. He's aggravating, but we all know we'd give into him.
SLYTHERIN PRINCESS 05-Don't worry babe, I'm jealous of Hermione also. Even though she's a literary character, I would love to be her if she got Draco. You're not alone.
Love-is-Everything-Aw, I love stories where Draco's all possessive. Don't be sad! He's not suppose to be taking advantage of her because she's in a time of weakness with Harry and Ron, he's just angry at her and trying to make her see she's terribly attracted to him because he's so shaggable.
Bloodress- Amen. I mean, where is the sexy factor to Draco if he turns into a boy scout? Gone, that's where.
TwilightGirl- Although she gets better grades them him, there are some things I theorize Malfoy can do with magic better than Hermione. Like Harry, who is better at Defense than she is, not because he reads the books, but because he has the talent, he has the power. I think Draco is powerful magically like Harry, and undoubtedly mildly skilled in the dark arts, so perhaps it was some sort of dark spell, used to keep victims/prisoners/torturees held captive, and he knew she wouldn't know it because he assumes she isn't educated in Dark Arts. By the way, thanks for adding me to that C2. That makes me feel pretty cool.
To all of you who wanted longer chapters-I'm trying my hardest. Hopefully you'll approve of this one.
& to those of you who don't want Ron and Harry to stay mad- I know it's annoying, but this whole chapter was the day after they found out. They hadn't talked to her the night before, and they're still getting over it, so they're being a tad rash still. I thought it would be unrealistic for them to go not even a day before forgiving her, when parts of the 3rd and 4th book, they have fights that last huge chunks of the books.
This chapter is dedicated to Slyhterin4ever because I wrote this chapter, took a shower, and when I got back, I had a review. I think that was by far the coolest thing, ever. Thanks.
BTW, if you guys are just dying to find some lusty, addictive DHr, you need to read The October Hollow. Wow. It's incredible.
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It was her, who initiated the next kiss. She boldly wrapped a small hand around my neck and pulled me down for a kiss. Right before our lips met, I paused. She flushed.
"Find a mirror, Granger. Take a look at yourself. Come to me tomorrow and tell me again that you don't belong to me. Resist me. I dare you." I spoke, onto her lips with a sneer.
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He waved his wand and the door clicked open. I bolted before he could say another word.
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I could not believe I had let him get the best of me. I had never gone that far with a boy before! Hell, I had never even kissed a boy before he decided to damage my once brilliant mind. How is it that one moment my concentration is magnificent, and then, once…he, enters the room, my mind turns to pulp. I'm not some girl like Lavender or Parvati, I'm not mad about boys or anything! I'm such an easy target for the jerk. I really should work on my defense skills, I mean, I don't even deny him. I can never find my voice when he's intrudes on me; I just let him kiss me. I let him get away with it. And as much as I hate myself for it, I'm finding him rather addictive. I know its complete rubbish, and he's only doing it to destroy me, my life, my bloodline and etcetera, but damnit, the boy knows how to kiss.
I paused in front of the Fat Lady to collect myself. I buttoned my blouse and smoothed it out, just in case. I attempted to flatten my hair, when I heard a girlish giggle behind me, which never, ever, leads to good.
"Hey Hermione, what have you been up to?" said a smiling Lavender Brown.
"You know, just catching up on some reading." I replied coolly.
"Ah, well, naturally," she said, walking closer "just a tip, from someone who 'reads' frequently, if you are to cough go to the library in the near future to 'read' some more, make sure you use a charm to cover up the hickeys your ahem books, give you!" she said, tapping her want at my neck.
Lavender said the password, turned to give me a wink, and fluttered into the common room.
I took a deep breath, and climbed in behind her.
I had to smile smiled, the warm common room feeding my nostalgic hunger, but the curve was swiftly detached from my face when I saw Harry and Ron playing wizard's chess in a corner.
At times, I felt so distant from them. I mean, out of the three of us, if we have to pick partners it's always those two leaving me to find someone else. It's really depressing to know that they both care for each other more than they care for me. In fourth year, Ron was the most important person to Harry in the Tri-Wizard Tournament challenge. When Ron and I argued, no matter who was right, Harry would always side with Ron. Naturally, it was unspoken and he never came out and said he did, but he would sit with Ron at meals, and when Ron decided to take part in the 'Let's Ignore Hermione Game', Harry never failed to overlook me, at least in public.
And of course, because I do well in classes, I'm labeled as the dorky one. I'm the bookworm- the human encyclopedia. Hit me with any crack you've got, I've heard the whole bloody lot. We've all participated in the adventures, but somehow Harry comes out as the hero, Ron comes out as the sidekick, and I get either credited as being the brains or forgotten completely. I won't lie, it's usually the latter. But I live for the friendship, I depend on them, so I let it happen.
They're the cool guys. The handsome ones, the ones the boys envy and the girls would die for. And I'm, "why do they hang out with Hermione Granger?"
This bold, self pitying, wild, feminist piece of me is the part that makes me kiss Draco back. The reasonable Hermione side is shouting "bite his tongue or something! Hex him away!" but my wild side is the one pulling him back for more. It's shouting "To hell with it all!" and it's telling me that I've got a gorgeous boy to kiss and I'll be damned if I leave now. Rational Hermione gives up a good fight, but when I'm in the same room as Draco Malfoy, Crazy Hermione always wins.
And maybe I hate it a little. Maybe I hate it because he knows that I adore it. I love it because it's crazy, and it's exhilarating. Even if it's humiliating in the end, I have never regretted it because there have only two times I've ever felt alive - really mind numbingly over the top, extraordinarily, out of my mind alive, and both of those times, as strange as it may seem, were in the arms of Draco Malfoy. I love it because it's insane and it's reckless and but mostly of all, because it's completely unpredictable.
It's the last thing they'd expect from me.
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As Hermione was turning to go to her common room, she heard a voice from behind stop her.
"Hermione, come here, and sit down. The three of us need to talk."
It was Harry, and it was one of the most comforting things she had ever heard. He led her to a chair and sat on a couch across from her with Ron.
"In order for this to resolve anything, all of us need to be completely honest with each other. Harry and I need some answers, and if you're willing to talk to us, I'm sure we can work it out." Ron breathed out.
Hermione could tell he had practiced saying that before. Probably multiple times, actually, in front of Harry. The thought made her smile, just a little.
"Okay, we would like you to explain the situation you were in with Malfoy the other day. I would like it if you'd start with the scarf incident." Said Harry calmly.
"Okay, well, previously, there had been the ever present tension between Malfoy and me, especially after the detention. So when I went out to the forest, I saw him there. And I went on this rave about getting him in trouble for not having a permit, but he did, and then he found out I didn't have one, so he blackmailed me into coming with him to help him find the daisies. I was getting pretty cold, and he said that some gentleman complex he had built into him required him to give me his scarf. So he did, and I forgot I wore it back to the commons." She succeeded in leaving out the part about toppling on top of him and nearly kissing him, but that was unimportant, right?
"Okay, so the next morning the girls accused me of being a prude and it got me a little riled up. I was a little jumpy when Malfoy followed me out of Potions, but I avoided a lot of confrontation by cutting our banter short. Okay, so being a girl, and trying to be honest, I had started to become (shudders all around) attracted to Malfoy. I couldn't stand it so I decided to get out of the hall, and he followed me. He trapped me in a corner and (blush) got me to admit I was thinking of him," she finished in a low mumble "then, well, he kissed me and I won't lie, I kissed back."
Harry and Ron had significantly paled by this point.
"Oh, and then we broke it up because Professor Snape caught us." She said, turning more scarlet yet.
The boys couldn't keep in their laughter.
"Ewww Hermione! Not only did you snog Malfoy but you got walked in on by Snape! I'm all embarrassed just hearing about it!" said Ron. He appeared to be laughing, but it didn't really reach his eyes.
"Aw. How could you deal with that alone? I'm so sorry!" said Harry, "but wait? If you and Malfoy were drooling all over each other, why did he verbally attack us?"
"Oh, that. Well, after I heard you guys looking for me in the library, my head started reeling and I said the first stupid thing I could think of, which was snarking at him for kissing me. Apparently he took it as an insult to his snogging skills. You know him, he got quite offended and, well, his temper got the best of him when you guys confronted him."
"Has anything happened with him recently?" Ron asked, hoping 'no, no, no, no.'
"Well, yes. He sort of cornered me again, just now, in a classroom. He said that I belonged to him, and then he kissed me, and I tried to push him off at first" she paused, the friendly air about her disappearing, Ron and Harry looking murderous, "but he didn't get the message, and eventually I gave into him. We're not really on friendly terms though. He just has this idea that I can't resist him. And, well, here we are."
"I swear Hermione, if he ever takes advantage of you or anything, I will kill him!" barked Harry.
Ron remained silent.
"He may take advantage of me a little, but it's not so bad, really." She said, a scarlet tint striking her creamy face.
"Whatever you say" said Harry walking over to her and pulling her into a brotherly hug.
She snuggled into his grip and whispered, "It's great to be back."
After hugging Ron goodnight, Hermione went to her dormitory for some sleep.
Since regaining an important friendship, it would seem natural that she would fall into a frivolous slumber; however, as she looked over the side of her bed, a scrap of jade caught her eye. She bent over to scoop up the offending object, and blanched when a wave of recognition crossed her face. As the silver lining of the scarf sparkled in the moonlight, she could not help but be taken with it. All meaning of its insignia put aside, it was an incredibly stitched, brilliantly artistic.
Thoughts of rest abandoned, she sat up in her four-poster, tracing her finger down the intricate path of the snake and trying it on. As she examined herself in the reflection, she craved nothing more than to wear the exquisite garment where someone could see it. How heads would turn if they saw her sporting the colors of the enemy! She would wear it under her cloak, to guard her from the bitter chill that had swept the castle. She would wear it under her cloak, and no one would ever see it. It would be her secret. She tip-toed out of her dormitory and through the common room to go for a visit to the library. With all her rendezvous lately, she hadn't had time to relax among the volumes of books the wonderful castle contained.
Lavender Brown shook her head with a smirk.
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Theo had decided to snare a lady today. He was enjoying some Ravenclaw in the sack while I was trying to sleep. Not that I'm some crazy virgin, but you'd think he could bloody control himself! He was on school boundaries, not to mention directly to my left! For all we know, that senile headmaster has got some shagometer in his office that's sounding its alarm on him. Come to think of it, I hope he does. People should not do that to their room mates. Maybe I'll buy the old man one for Christmas, I here they sell them at that filthy Weasley store. I'll have to pay someone to buy it for me; I'd rather be dead than caught purchasing something made by one of that litter.
I pulled on my trench coat and headed out of my commons. I paid no mind to shrouding myself, because no one would be out on a wintry night like this. No one except for me, that is.
As I treaded across the hallway, my footsteps consistently clacked against the tiles. After a moment, my rogue steps were joined by another. There was a blur of a person ahead of me, and as if sensing my presence, it picked up its pace and turned the corner towards the library. Curious, I followed, and soon our moves merged into a fast paced duet, rubber clashing with marble, shadow chasing shadow. And as we neared the entrance, the space between us shrank, and it became clear the silhouette was very much a female. A certain female. The only female who would sneak out to go to the library on the coldest day of the bloody century. The foggy outline of Hermione Granger swiftly snuck into the doors of the library.
It was too intriguing, I had to follow her.
It took me a while to find the bint, though. She was buried behind a pile of books at a table in the back.
"Reading again, I see. How novel." I said bluntly, walking behind her.
She quickly slammed her book shut and covered up the title with her arms.
"Would you leave me alone, I'm trying to read."
"Really," I said, "what exactly are you reading?"
"None of your business Malfoy!" she replied heatedly.
"Fine, fine. No need to get your knickers in a knot." I replied, feigning innocence. There was a moment of silence.
"So, have you finally decided to succumb to my seduction, Granger? Because really, if you want to snog that badly, I won't deny you."
"Is it really possible for me to fancy a man who still addresses me by my surname?"
"Don't evade my questions, woman. I know the real answer anyway. Actually asking is just a pleasantry, Hermione."
She stood up and turned around to glare at me and I cupped her cheek.
"You're hand," she said softly, almost disturbed, "it's freezing."
She placed a petite hand on top of mine, and stared at me, her warm eyes filled with concern. I had her wrapped around my finger. I kissed her suddenly, one hand still on her cheek and the other pulling her closer to me, wrapped around the small of her back. I deepened the kiss, surprising her, and at the perfect moment I grasped the manuscript behind her back. I pulled apart quickly, leaving a scandalized look on her face.
"Thanks for the read, Granger!" I said smirking, turning and sprinting away from her. Surely it would take her a moment to comprehend what had happened, I paused to look at the cover of the book in my hands. Dark Charms Volume I. We had this book at the Manor! I leaned back against a shelf, shocked. No wonder she was hiding it from me.
"Aha!" she shrieked suddenly, running towards me at full force. She put her arms on either side of me and stood on tip toe to said a smoldering glare right into my eyes.
"Why so vicious?" I asked.
"You, you kissed me to get my book!" she said, horrified.
"Aw, are you angry that you haven't gotten any legitimate kisses today? Because I promise, that can be easily remedied. Although, you and I have only been doing this for a few days, I didn't think you would be so dependent on it already! People tell me I ca-"
To my shock I was cut off by a pair of warm lips on top of my own. She softly pressed herself against me as she played with the hair at the nape of my neck. She pulled away for a moment.
"Shut up, Draco." She whispered, looking at me like Hermione Granger had never looked at me before. Was that lust, upon my dear angels face?
I put my arms around her waist and descended down for a kiss. She was the one, this time, to trail her tongue across my lip as if she had to ask for permission. I willingly obliged, and to her surprise, I pushed off of the wall and onto a table, our lips never leaving each others, or bodies entwined in a blazing embrace.
I pulled off my coat, and once more, to the sound of her soft panting, I began to nibble down her neck. Looking to her face for approval, I untied toe bow in the front, slid my hands through the neck of her cloak and pulled them outward across her shoulders, resulting in the soft whoosh of the article hitting the floor.
Bloody hell. She was wearing my scarf. I pulled away from her neck, establishing eye contact.
"Rather fond of it, are you?" I asked, pointing towards the scarf.
"Well, yes actually," she said, beginning to blush, "I didn't think anyone would see it."
"Kind of ironic, don't you think?" I asked, and she returned it with an inquisitive look.
"Green," I said, tracing a finger across her jaw and down her neck, leaving a trail of goose bumps behind it. "it's without a doubt, your color."
And it was true. It brought out all of her best features. Not to mention it was my favorite color.
"Do you want it back?" she said, raising a hand to take it off.
"Don't even think about it Granger," I said "there are tons of them at the Manor. I wouldn't dream of taking a Slytherin scarf away from you."
We heard Miss Norris from a distance and I kissed her softly on the lips before departing.
"I want you to wear that tomorrow, for me."