Skipping breakfast, Hermione quickly made her way to her advance Care of Magical Creatures lesson with Hagrid.
"Hermione, you are late. Do take a seat quickly. We are studying a new creature today."
"Sorry Professor."
Twenty minutes into the lesson and Draco came strutting in as if he did no wrong. Hagrid was out back trying to lure the run away creature back into its pen, so he did not notice Draco's presence. Sliding into the seat behind Hermione, he observed her throughout the rest of the lesson, trying desperately to stay awake.
Hermione was fully aware of what happened last night. Somehow, the memory charm never did have an effect on her. She discovered that when her spell backfired while she was practicing. She merely played along with Malfoy to allow herself time to mull over the whole incident and not seem to Malfoy like she would help him keep the secret. Truth being, she kind of enjoy Malfoy's nightly visits. Even though it only happened twice. Each time she got to experience new things. Things she knew were wrong but were dying to try. For goodness's sake, everyone is talking about how hot Malfoy is and how good he is in bed. Even though he was asleep when he made his moves on her, it was still kind of hot in a twisted way, which made it even hotter. Seeing that Malfoy would never want to be associated with a Muggleborn, she felt secure that her guilty pleasures would not be known to the public. Stifling a yawn, she tried to bring her attention back to Hagrid.
And so this is how good girl Hermione takes her first step into enjoying bad boy Malfoy's nightly company.
Hermione tried hopelessly to fall asleep. Tossing and turning, she got tangled up in the sheets. 2 in the morning already and she didn't even had a wink. Giving up, she wanted to reach for a book to read. Then she heard faint footsteps at her door and the unmistakable click of a door opening.
Malfoy! was the only word that raced through her mind. Laying as still as possible, she awaited Draco's company.
Feeling the bed sink on the other of her, she could feel Malfoy snuggling up to her back. Placing a strong arm over her waist and the other under her, he pulled her close and buried his head into her neck, the tip of his nose gently touching the hair on the back of Hermione's neck. Inhaling the now familiar masculine scent of his, she slowly drifted off to sleep in his embrace.
Woken up by the sunlight that streamed in through the open window, Draco sensed that his day would go great. Maybe it is the fresh lavender scent that is drifting through his nose right now or the familiar numbness of his left hand when he had girls over the night before.
Back track. I never allowed girls to stay over before. I should not feel that the numbness is familiar. But why do I feel like I could get used to this?
Opening his eyes, Draco's first vision was a mess of brown hair, distinctly Hermione's. But he did not feel disgusted. No, he felt happy and for once, contented. Why, he did not understand.
Hermione stirred and this brought Draco back to reality. She turned to face him, with her eyes still closed, evidently still asleep. Staring at her angelic face, Draco took in the beautiful sight before him. The way her long, thick lashes almost touched her cheek bones, the way a strand of hair is lying across her face now and the way her full lips were slightly open and pouting. Something changed in Draco that morning. Something he couldn't quite put a finger to.
Just then Hermione starts to open her eyes.
"Morning," Draco whispered.
Frightened by the voice of a man, Hermione jerked awake and fell backwards, off the bed. Landing with a dull thud on the floor.
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