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Things in ITALICS are Hermione's thoughts.
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Ron took a gulp of the potion, then, scared that wasn't enough, sculled the rest.
Hiccup.
A red, love heart bubble floated up above his head. He waggled his hand around and popped it. Now to find Hermione, she shouldn't be with Draco. Head Boy and Head Girl together. So not right!
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Hermione took a gulp of Vomit-No-More.
"That should be fine until we're done," she said to Draco, sitting down on his king-size bed.
"Done?" he smiled. That smile again! Ahhhh…
"Well…" she began, but she was cut off. He nibbled her ear. Hermione giggled at the touch. "God Draco, you're so se-…"
He kissed her on the neck, moving slowly up towards her cheek and mouth. Before long they were "shagging like rabbits" as Draco boasted to Crabbe and Goyle later on. Hermione laughed and was embarrassed by this term.
"50 points to Gryffindor for being gorgeous!" Draco announced. 50 points appeared in the Gryffindor column.
"50 points to Slytherin for being so damned sexy," countered Hermione. 0 points then appeared in the Slytherin column.
"Thank god we are Head's," he said, smiling. Ahhh, that smile again.
He stood up and walked over to their piles of clothes.
Draco grabbed Hermione's bra and put it on for her. She liked the way he was so gentle, so caring. Hermione picked up his shirt and put it on herself. Draco smiled and handed Hermione her shirt, which she waved her wand at and it flew to her room and into her trunk. She jammed on her black panties and some jeans and Draco put his clothes on and remained shirt-less. Sexy. Her body succumbed to a wave of nausea and she ran to the bathroom.
"Perfect timing," said Draco. He snapped his fingers. "Dobby, we need you again!"
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Fawkes looked beautiful sitting on his perch in Dumbledore's office. Yes, Dumbledore is alive in the story… meh
"Please sit," he instructed Draco and Hermione. They sat. "I must inform you that the new student, Lizzie, will be using the Head's dormitories because there is no available room in the Slytherin dormitories."
"Uh – sir – where will she be sleeping?" enquired Draco. He glanced nervously at Hermione.
"She will have a room of her own. There is a secret dorm in the Head's Dorm in case there is a tie in the voting." They sighed with relief.
Hermione took a deep breath in. Their life would need to be far more private now, more door locking, silent kisses, silent shagging. She felt queasy, not just because of Lizzie.
"Sir, where is the nearest bathroom?" she asked, standing up.
"Through that door," Dumbledore replied. "Is something wrong?" But he was too late, as Hermione had just sprinted through the door.
"She is rather sick, sir," Malfoy said.
"Ahh, yes, I remember now."
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Sorry for the shortish chapter but I am tired and I haven't updated in ages so I wanted to give you something new. R&R, flames accepted.