(This is first fanfic and I hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. The chapters are short, and the storyline isn't brilliant but it is okay for a first attempt I suppose.
I don't own the characters; they belong to JK Rowling and her fabulous imagination. The plotline is mine though, unfortunately.)
Chapter 5
The corridor was dark. It was cold and moist. Hermione's footsteps echoed all around her. There were no windows, so none of the early morning sunlight was poring in. If Hermione hadn't known the time, she wouldn't have been able to guess it at all.
She reached the potions classroom and knocked on the door. She received no answer. She sighed to herself. Of course he wasn't in there; he had his own living quarters. Unfortunately Hermione had no idea where they were, and she was quite sure he wouldn't enjoy being woken up by a pesky student. She decided she'd leave here and go search for him, determined to thank him for his kind gesture. Then she changed her mind as her stomach growled. Hermione turned around so she could go to the Great Hall for an early breakfast; but instead she turned around into someone's strong, hard chest. Once again, she was knocked to the floor.
"Miss Granger." A familiar voice surrounded her as a familiar pale hand reached down in front of her. Hermione took it, and once again it strongly pulled her to her feet. She looked up into the steely grey eyes of Lucius Malfoy. "What are you doing down here so early?"
"I came here to see you." She said bluntly as she stared at his face taking in his aristocratic features, long platinum blonde hair and wonderful grey eyes that she used to think looked so cold and cruel but now looked surprisingly warm and caring. She was taken aback by how much he'd changed since the deaths of his wife and son. Perhaps he really had loved them deeply, an emotion Hermione used to think him incapable of.
"Me?" Lucius said, his eyebrow rose suggestively as he noticed her noticing him. Hermione blushed and averted her gaze, staring at the floor, head bowed.
"Yes sir. You. I wanted to thank you for returning my book to the library. The one I dropped on Sunday night." Hermione explained. She looked back up. "Thank you." She said, nodding her head and stepping to the side. "Now I really must go." She said, looking back at him with her head turned and body facing forwards. "Good bye Professor. I will see you either in the Great Hall for breakfast or here later on for my Potions lesson. Thank you again. Goodbye." She smiled sweetly and walked past Lucius, along the corridor and out of the Dungeons area of the school. Lucius watched her leave, taking in her swaying womanly hips and large rounded bum. He was completely dumbfounded. He smiled to himself and followed Hermione's footsteps, heading towards the Great Hall. If he walked fast enough, maybe he'd be able to catch up to her, and have a few minutes conversation. This muggle-born witch surely interested him; with her bright caring brown eyes like chocolate, her dark coffee coloured waves of voluminous hair, her soft full lips and facial features and her womanly curvy body. Oh, she was a delight to watch as well as teach, and now he wondered if she was as much a delight to talk to. He walked quickly.