Ok don't kill me for taking so long, i didn't mean to just with GoF coming out and me having writers it kinda took forever to write this.
Draco noticed Hermione had fallen asleep and decided to carry her back to her room. He laid her down and tried to leave. Tried to being the operative words. Hermione's arms were locked around his neck and try as he might he could not get them off. Finally giving up he got into her bed and sat with his back against the headboard and Hermione's body pressed against his. He started to drift off with thoughts of her.
Draco awoke upon hearing his name, "Draco….Draco, wake up." His eyes open to see Hermione staring at him. "Sleep well?" she asked innocently as she stroked his ear. What is she doing? Not that he really cared, he rather enjoyed it. He started to have an erotic day dream about her and those soft fingers. "I know what you're thinking." She crawled on top of him. Hmmm, very un-granger like. I must be dreaming.
"Oh do you?"
"Yes I do and I know what you want?"
"And what is that?"
She gave him a seductive look, "Me." Draco couldn't resist any longer, he hungrily pressed his lips against hers (it's only a dream, right?). She didn't shrink back in fear as he thought she would have instead she deepened the kiss. His hands roamed her body as their tongues battled. Her hands slipped under his shirt and caressed his muscular body.
Hermione would never admit it but she had grown very fond of Draco within the past week. Yes he was still a snobby, egotistical, spoiled brat. Before she had found it repulsive but now it was just, well, cute. The way he expected everything to be done for it and how he thinks he's God's gift to women all over the globe, it's well adorable. When she woke up she decided to have a little fun with Draco. "Draco….Draco, wake up."
He stirred, finally opening his eyes. "Sleep well?" she asked innocently as she stroked his ear. She had half expected him to jump 3 feet in the air at her touch, but he seemed cool and collected. Deciding to take it a step further. This'll scare the crap out of him. "I know what you're thinking." She crawled on top of him.
"Oh do you?" Maybe he's just playing along.
"Yes I do and I know what you want?"
"And what is that?"
Hermione put on her sexy look, the one she usually reserved for Ron (to get something she wanted, of course), "Me." Here come the fireworks. She could just picture him screaming 'you, I would never want a mudblood.' But no fireworks came, nothing did. Well actually one thing did come: his lips. Pull away Hermione, pull away! Her brain screamed. She found herself unable to comply with her mind's wishes. It's just a game; he's doing this to freak me out. Well let's see if I can beat him at his own game. Hermione deepened the kiss. His hands were on her waist, working their way up. Even the score. Her hands slipped under his shirt and caressed his muscular body. Instead of freaking him out, it backfired and freaked her out. This was just too weird. She broke the kiss and crawled off him, "Ok you win."
He looked at her quizzically, "Win what?"
She returned his look "Wasn't this some kind of game, to see who could freak who out better?"
Shit, Draco thought, I wasn't dreaming. Just play it cool. "Uh, yeah."
"Well you win fair and square, that was just way too weird for me."
"Why?" Was the thought of kissing him really that far-fetched?
"Because you're you and I'm me."
"Real specific Granger." He rolled his eyes.
"Fine, it was weird because you are a pasty,-"
"Again with the pasty!"
"- pureblood-obsessed, snobby, egotistical, spoiled brat."
"Ouch Granger. That hurt." He grabbed his heart in mock and laughed.
"You asked." She pointed out.
"You're right I did. I guess I shouldn't ask questions if I don't really wanna know the answer."
"Exactly." It was so easy to talk to him, almost as if he was Ron or Harry. Hermione had never seen him so carefree before. It was a little unnerving, but she sure did like relaxed Draco more than stressed out Draco or angry Draco. But something was definitely up, since when did they act so buddy buddy? "Um Malfoy?"
"Yeah?"
"Is something wrong with you? Did you bump your head or something?"
"No, I don't think so. Why?"
"It's just that, we've been in the same room for longer 2 minutes and you haven't insulted me once."
"And the problem is?"
"Well it's weird, you always insult me. So why haven't you?"
"Do you like it when we fight?" Draco was using his favorite tactic of answering questions with other questions. It usually got him out of having to answer questions that were difficult for him to answer. Like, how was he supposed to tell Hermione that he hadn't insulted her because he was starting too really like her or that he hadn't been playing her game when they had kissed?
"No, I guess not."
"Then what is the problem?" Hermione felt she was fighting a losing battle. What ever was up he wasn't going to tell her. As long as he stayed nice and polite, there really was no problem with this new civilized act.
"I guess there isn't one."
"Good. Now let's go get some breakfast." It was like he had changed over night. Last night they were fighting and now they were going to breakfast like old friends.
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