Stuck in Love
Summary: Hermione and Draco get stuck in a closet. Enough said.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. I do not own these characters. I do not own these characters. I do not own these characters.
Can't finish unfinished business if you have a Quidditch match to go to.
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Chapter Five:
Hermione was shaking when she got down to the Quidditch field and took her spot on the Gryffindor side. Her encounter with Draco had her asking only one question: Would they ever finish that unfinished business? She watched as the game began, but she wasn't really paying attention. Her eyes were on Draco the entire time. She never realized how sexy he looked in the rain…
Okay that's enough! No more thoughts of Draco Malfoy. That's just too much…
Hermione took a deep, shaky breath before scanning over toward Ron. Her boyfriend. Her eyes widened some. Oh God, she had a boyfriend. She shouldn't even be thinking about Draco. Or about their unfinished business.
Harry flew past the Gryffindors, apparently chasing after the snitch that Draco had so skillfully seen. Hermione watched, holding her breath.
Suddenly, a lightning bolt came out of nowhere, and struck Draco head on.
Everyone gasped and was quiet as Malfoy went spinning toward the ground. Hermione had to bite her lip just to keep from crying out.
Thankfully, one of the Slytherin beaters flew down and caught Draco before he could hit the ground. Harry had also caught something; the snitch. The game was over. Gryffindor had won. But Hermione could care less. Draco was unconscious and being led to the Hospital Wing. She had to see him somehow.
Numbly, she walked down and back toward the castle, not listening to the cheers from her other house mates.
"Hermione!" A voice called behind her. She turned around slowly and saw Ron running toward her through the rain.
He kissed her longingly. "We won." He said, grinning from ear to ear.
Hermione smiled and nodded. "Yeah. I know."
Ron rubbed her upper arms, shooting her a worried glance. "You okay?"
She nodded. "Just cold is all. Can we get out of this rain?"
"Yeah, come on." He wrapped an arm around her and they walked together toward the castle. He felt like something else was up, but he didn't want to bother her so much that he ended up pushing her away.
They headed up toward the Gryffindor common room, where a party had already begun. Butterbeer was being passed around and everyone was talking loudly about the game.
"Did you see Malfoy go down? Man, that just made my day!" A sixth-year exclaimed, laughing.
Hermione felt her stomach lurch. She wanted to yell and scream at that kid, tell him that Draco wasn't a bad person. But she bit her tongue and let Ron lead her up to the Boys' Dormitory. It was empty since everyone was at the party. Ron shrugged off his robes to grab something clean and dry.
Hermione sat down on one of the beds, dripping wet and staring down at the floor. Ron walked over and sat down next to her.
"What's wrong?" He asked, noticing the look on her face.
She looked up at him. "Nothing." She lied.
He shot her a look. "You look like someone died."
Hermione shook her head. "Everything's fine."
"Okay." Ron shrugged and leaned over, pressing his lips against Hermione's.
He was pretty much the last guy she wanted kissing him, but she let him since he was her boyfriend.
Ron swiftly but gently pushed her down against the bed, a hand sneaking through her robes. Hermione pulled away and pushed him off. "What are you doing?"
"Nothing." Ron replied, moving forward to kiss her again.
She kissed him back, and stiffened when she felt his hand creeping through her robes and up her shirt. She pulled away yet again and this time, pushed him off the bed.
"Oy! That hurt Hermione!" Ron exclaimed, standing up and rubbing his back.
"Next time, get the hint the first time." She snapped, standing up and rushing out of the room. She pushed through the crowd in the common room and ran out, heading for the Hospital Wing.
She stopped in front of the door, seeing Draco lying on a bed with Crabbe, Goyle and Pansy standing around him. Madame Pomfrey rushed in and shooed them away. Hermione jumped out of the way just as Pansy, Crabbe and Goyle stalked out, grumbling about Madame Pomfrey and her strict ways.
Hermione snuck in, smiling softly at Madame Pomfrey.
"Ms. Granger! Look at you, poor dear, soaking wet." She bustled over with a dry blanket and draped it over the Head Girl's shoulders. "Why didn't you change?"
Memories of what happened in the Boys' Dormitory with Ron flashed through Hermione's mind. "I was distracted." She replied, looking down toward the floor. "How is he?" She asked quietly, glancing up toward Draco.
Madame Pomfrey sighed some. "He's fine. Just a bit shaken up. He'll be back on his feet tomorrow." She narrowed her eyes at the Gryffindor. "Why do you care?"
Before Hermione could answer, a couple of first years burst in, saying that someone had gotten hurt back in the Great Hall and that her presence was needed immediately.
"Oh dear." Madame Pomfrey mumbled, grabbing some supplies before hustling out with the first years in tow.
Hermione was going to leave just then, but a stirring from Draco's bed stopped her.
"Granger?" Malfoy croaked. "What are you doing here?"
Hermione took a few steps closer to the bed, keeping her eyes on her feet. "I…I wanted to make sure you were okay." She replied, looking at him from beneath her eyelashes.
A small smile tugged at Draco's lips. "I'm fine. But why are you really here?"
Hermione remembered that this was similar to the conversation that they had before the Quidditch game. She smirked and stepped closer, leaning down to whisper in his ear, "There was some unfinished business back in that classroom."
Draco laughed and looked at Hermione. "Really? Why don't you tell me what that unfinished business was?"
"Why? You never told me." She responded, taking a few steps back.
Malfoy sat up and grabbing her robes, tugging her so hard that she fell onto the bed. "Why tell when I can show?" He asked before swooping down and capturing Hermione's lips in a long awaited kiss.
When he pulled away, Hermione was flushed and breathless. "You know…" She began, licking her lips and sitting up. "A girl could die before you make up your mind and kiss her."
Draco chuckled and brushed away a piece of her now frizzy brown hair. "Well, was it worth the wait?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.
Hermione sighed and shook her head. "No, not really." She burst out laughing when she saw the deflated look on Draco's face. "I'm kidding."
Malfoy smirked and shook his head. "That was cruel. I like this side of you." He kissed her softly. "You should probably go…before Weasley catches us."
Hermione winced slightly at the mention of her boyfriend. "Yeah." She stood up and took the blanket off her shoulders, draping it across Draco. She offered him a small smile and another kiss before heading for the door.
"Meet me tonight at the Astronomy Tower?" Draco asked before she left.
Hermione smiled and nodded. "What time?"
"Around ten, be there."
She nodded again before slipping out of the Hospital Wing. She had a large grin on her face as she headed back toward the Gryffindor common room for the party.
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"Hey Harry?" Harry looked up from his homework to see Hermione standing in front of him.
"Yeah Mione? What's up?" He patted the spot next to him on the sofa and she sat down slowly.
"Can I borrow your invisibility cloak tonight?" She asked, gazing into the fireplace.
"Sure? Hot date?" Harry grinned when Hermione blushed. He stood up. "I'll go get it for you. Stay here." He headed up to the Boys' Dormitory.
Hermione bit down on her lip. What if Harry assumed that she and Ron were going out on a hot date, which is why she needed the cloak? That could be bad, seeing as how it wasn't the truth. If she ever told Harry about her feelings for Malfoy…
Harry came back and handed her the cloak. "The Marauder's Map is in there too, just in case you need it."
Hermione took the cloak with the map and smiled. "Thanks so much Harry." She headed toward the portrait to leave.
"Be careful Hermione." He warned before she left. Harry smiled and shook his head, chuckling to himself.
"Hey mate, what's so funny?" Ron asked, walking down from the Boys' Dormitory.
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Hermione saw Draco before he saw her, since she was invisible and all. He looked kind of nervous as he stared out of the window. That comforted the butterflies in her stomach a little. She let the cloak slip from her body and cleared her throat.
Draco spun around and instantly smiled, seeing Hermione. "You're late."
She walked closer to him, shaking her head. "You said around 10. It's 10:03."
Malfoy gently caressed Hermione's cheek, pressing his lips against her forehead. "You're right. As usual."
"Why are you so different when there are people around?" Hermione asked suddenly, pulling away from Draco's touch. She saw his smile fade and his facial features harden. "I…It's not a bad thing it's just you act differently and I…I want to know why." She stuttered, feeling like she had just ruined everything.
"You know my father." He replied softly, turning back toward the window. "If he finds out how I feel…" He trailed off, glancing toward her.
"I don't even know how you feel." She said, resting a hand on his shoulder. "Mind cluing me in?"
Draco chuckled and shook his head. "Maybe. Eventually." He added when she gave him a look.
"You could show me?" Hermione suggested, tilting her head to one side.
Malfoy rested a hand on her cheek and shook his head. "You're something else, Granger."
Hermione pouted slightly. "I'm serious. You had no problem showing me our unfinished business earlier."
Draco leaned down and kissed Hermione hungrily, resting a hand on the back of her neck and resting the other on her hip. She kissed him back eagerly, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Never breaking the kiss, Draco gently laid Hermione down on the cold, stone floor. Hermione's eyes flew open and widened a bit when she felt the coldness through her clothing. She put a hand on Draco's chest and pushed him away.
"What are we doing?" She asked him.
"This is what kids call snogging, Granger." Draco replied sarcastically, earning him a smack on the arm.
"We could…um…move this to my Head Girl quarters…" Hermione suggested gently, looking to Draco for a reaction.
He nodded and stood up, holding out his hand to help her. "If you're sure."
Hermione grabbed his hand and he pulled her to her feet. She walked over and grabbed the invisibility cloak and the map.
"I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." She whispered as she held her wand to the piece of parchment. She skimmed the map, making sure that no one was around to catch them.
"Okay, let's go." She said, throwing the cloak over the both of them.
"So this is Potter's secret…" Draco mumbled, glancing at Hermione.
"Yes, but don't tell him. He doesn't know I used the cloak to see you."
Malfoy motioned to the map, reaching out for it. "What's that?"
"It's none of your business." Hermione replied, keeping it out of his reach.
It took them a while to get to her room, since Draco's hands had other agendas that Hermione needed to scold, but they reached it with no snags.
"Honestly Draco, am I going to have to tie up your hands?" Hermione asked as she tossed the cloak onto an armchair.
"I might enjoy that." He replied.
Hermione shot him a look before turning toward the map. "Mischief managed." She murmured before folding it back up and hiding it under the cloak.
She squeaked suddenly, feeling Draco's lips on her neck. "Draco!" She hissed, elbowing him gently.
Instead of pulling away, Draco lifted her off her feet and carried her toward her bedroom.