Hm...I guess this one might be a bit out of character...but I love it anyway (I don't mean out of character that Draco is sweet...but you'll understand soon enough I suppose) Anyway, I am uping this chapter to pg13 (if the story isn't already...I can't seem to remember) Don't worry, nothing really happens, just a kiss ...oops shouldn't have said that...(zips lips)

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The Twelve Days of Christmas: Hogwarts Style

Chapter 8: Eight Haunting Hermiones

I must admit that was a rather brilliant idea. One of my best, if I do say so myself, and rather impromptu, as well.

The only reason I had been outside this morening was that I couldn't sleep (I'd told Granger as much). The reason I couldn't sleep was because my dreams had centered around kissing one rather desirable muggle-born Gryffindor.

So, instead of attempting to go back to sleep, I just went outside.

That wasn't the first time I had seen the Hogwarts Siliey, but it was the first time I had company.

I'd been standing there, leaning against the tree, my eyes gazing over the lake unseeingly, when Granger had appeared. It was almost like I was still dreaming, especially when the wind blew her cloak back, revealing what she was wearing. My mouth had gone dry at the sight, and I struggled to remain in control. Never had I imagined Granger would wear somethink like...that.

I told her she should return to the castle, but the stupid girl had refused, not sensing the danger she was in. I had tried to ignore her then, but the wind continued to blow, and Granger continued to shiver. Against my better judgement I offered to keep warm.

Once she was in my arms it was all I could do to not ravish her on the spot. She was so small, and fit so perfectly against me. Her soft hair brushed against my face, the entoxicating scent of roses washed over me and I closed my eyes for a brief moment, enjoying it.

When I opened my eyes I forced myself to resist the urge to run my tongue over the shell of her ear, and instead whispered something to her huskily. I'm not sure exactly what it was I said, but I think it had something to do with biting.

Then I lowered my head and paused over the soft curve of her neck, My eyes went slightly unfocused as I gently brushed my lips against her warm flesh.

I knew I was loosing it when she leaned back against me uncontiously. I murmered something else then, against her neck. I'm not sure what I said there either, but it made her freeze up and pull away.

I'm surprised she didn't slap me before she left, but I was uninjured as she hurried back towards the castle. A plan was quickly formulating in my mind, my eyes shifted briefly to the Siliey on the lake.

I grinned to myself and waved my wand in a simple patteren. Seven small puffs of silvery smoke (much like that of a patranous) emerged from the tip of my wand. I willed them to take the shape that I wanted them too (Dragons/Me) After that I waved my wand again, imagining Grangers room and bed (yes, I'd been in there last year with Lavendor Brown...and I naturally wanted to know which bed was Grangers -so that I wouldn't accidently bump up against it, of course) It was rather easy to send the Siliey to Grangers bed, then leave the note. I could only imagine what she'd do when she found it.

I'm sure it was amusing, about as amusing as watching her now. She's sitting at the lunch table with seven mini slytherins following her arround, obviously causing much trouble.

I must say, the one that fended off the groping hand of the Weasley would have to be my personal favorite. I gracefully got to my feet, ignoring the odd look I was recieving from the other Slytherins at the table, and walked over to Gryffindor.

She didn't even notice me approach, caught up in fighting over a peice of chicken with one little dragon, as she was. Potter and Weasley did, though.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" Potter asked angrily, obviously not liking my interuption into their perfect little lives. At the sould of my name, the little bookworm became ramrod straight and her head swivled around to look at me.

I smirk at her, "Why, I simply came to see my fanclub." I said smoothly. All the Siliey look up at me in recognition, and I hear a few 'cooes' of greeting. There was a darling little dragon on Grangers shoulder (the one that hadn't looked up and I couldn't really blame him, he had his nose burried in Hermione's hair)

"If you want them back so badly," Granger said, "you can have them."

I smirk and lean in close to her face, "Oh, but they like you." I tell her, and a dark red flush spreads over her cheeks.

I straighten and glance over at her friends, Ron was red as well, and I smirk at him, "I'll be seeing you Granger." I say, turning on my heel and walking back to my table.

"Watch your back Malfoy!" Granger called after me, "You'll be getting yours soon!" I turn and continue to walk backwards, contious of all the curious people watching us (including Proffessor Dumbledor).

"Oh, don't I know it!" I call back to her grinning broadly.

I turn back around, wondering just what she has in store for me.

I'm talking to Blaise in the common room, it's about eleven at night and we're planning on going to bed shortly. I'm filling him in on what I've been doing with the Gryffindor, and he thinks it's a hoot.

I was telling him about her prank in the bathroom, and how I had cornered her afterwards when I felt it. A chill swept over me, followed by a wash of liquid warmth. I shudder, pausing briefly in my recount of the singing bubbles.

Blaise raises an eye at me, "What's wrong?" He asks, mildly amused.

Once the heat passes I look over at him and smirk, "I think she's just done payback."

He grins, "So, what do ya think she's done?"

"I don't know, I guess we'll find out tomorrow, wont we?" Chuckling, we head down to our room.

As I sink into the oblivion of sleep my mind drifts back to the lake and what had happened on it's banks.

It is so beautiful tonight, the moon is glimmering on the soft white powder at my feet, it's ivory face solemnly looking up from the surface of the lake. A light breeze sent my cloak swirling.

I was dressed in all black this night, and I knew I looked good. I leaned against the tree, gazing over the lake.

I was startled out of my revery by a form gliding lightly passed me. The girl was clad in all white, her mass of brown hair falling down her back in curling waves. The moon played lumonous games on her skin.

I moved quickly and silently behind her, she was only wearing a thin gown that danced around her legs in the carefree wind. I wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her back against my body, fitting her against me. She gasped softly, then relaxed against me, her eyes closing in contentment.

"I wasn't sure you'd come." I say honestly against her hair. The scent of sunlight and roses envelope me, wrapping warm tendrels around me.

"I'll always come." She said in a soft voice, turning around to encircle my neck with her arms, her fingers becoming tangled in my hair. I lower my lips to hers in a chaste kiss, my whole being aching for me, but I hold back, afraid to frighten her with my passion.

She kisses me back, running her tongue over my lower lip. I grin to myself and hold back no longer, my tongue plunging into her soft mouth, my hands resting lightly on her hips.

I sit up in my bed, slowly comming awake. Man, I wish I had dreams like that more often. Even if it was a the little Gryffindor Mudblood. Strangely enough, this isn't the first time I've had such dreams, though this seemed...clearer.

Nevermind, that doesn't make any sense. Forget I said anything...I already have.

These dreams have become more and more frequent, especially recently. Let me tell you, the first time it happened I was in a panic. Almost killed Blaise when he asked me what was wrong.

I wonder what little Miss Granger would think of my little fanticies. Chuckling quietly to myself I slide out of bed.

It's still dark outside (don't ask me how I know, since there are no windows in our dungon. Let's just say it's a special tallent of mine.) so no one else is up quite yet. This is rather normal, actually. I have a tendancy to be an early raiser.

I pick up a silver and emerald encrusted pocketwatch off my desk, an elegant serpant curves into the shape of an 'M' on it's surface. it's a family heirloom that my father passed to me in my second year at Hogwarts (the same year the basalisk was set loose). I carelessly flick it open, five-thirty. No one would be waking for a while now.

I close the watch and slip it into a pocket of my robes, pick up my wand and head into the common room, a book clasped loosely in my hand.

I find the mornings are the best time for reading or getting schoolwork done. It's so early no one is around to bother me, and my mind is sharper due to the rest I've just had.

I wonder how Granger gets any work done. She's always being closely supervised by Potty and the Weasel, and the lbrary is used by everyone at Hogwarts, meaning there is a constant low buzz of conversation (it can't be too lud for fear of Madam Pince hearing, but teenagers have this inexplicable need to talk, so they take the chance anyway).

I'm gettin off track, and I would like to get some reading done, so if you don't mind...

I stretch my legs under the long Slytherin table and glance up as the large double doors open to allow Granger and her two followers entrance. She regally walks passed my table and sits down at her own.

She raises her head and locks eyes with me, sending me a look that makes my blood boil. I gulp, not able to take my eyes off her. She winks, and starts to eat, as if nothing had happened.

I blink in surprise, and shake my head. What on Earth is wrong with me?

I must say, you'd think a great big castle like this would have more for it's resedents to do. But no, I was stuck in the stupid library waiting for Blaise to finish his stupid essay.

I almost drop the book I'm reading when someone walks up behind me and breaths in my ear, their hands resting lightly on my shoulders.

"Good morning Malfoy." A familiar voice cooes in my ear, her breath tickling my hair.

The presence behind me disappears, and I turn aroun din slight confusion; only to see Granger walk in with Potter and Weasley.

"What the..."

Blaise looks up at me from his paper, "What's wrong?" He asks.

"Nothing." I say in dismissal, trying to ignore Granger, "You 'bout done yet?"

Blaise grins, Yeah, let me go put the book back and we'll leave."

"Finally!" I say with exagerated relief, trying to keep my eyes from following Granger.

Shortly after the incedent in the library I'm resting in the rather nice shade of a tree over looking the lake. Now, if I was a muggle I would be sitting in snow, but being a wizard has it's perks.

It's about noon and we'd sent some random second year to grab us some grub from the kitchens.

I watch Blaise in amusement as he tries to fend off a rather persistant bumble bee. Now, Blaise is usually a pretty calm young man who rarely loses his patienc, but Blaise is also afraid of bees. It's rather comical, actually.

At first he tries to ignore it, (you know, in hopes that it'll go away), he should know that bees aren't that easy to get rid of. (they also have the annoying tendancy to follow you if you try to get up and leave to get away from them).

Well, ignoring the insect doesn't work too well, so he absently batts at it (though it's not as 'ablsently' as he would have us believe...hehe).

He doesn't actually expect to hit the idiotic bug, I can tell because his eyes suddenly go wide and he doesn't breath for a full minute when his hand makes contact. Caos insues as he is ruthlessly attacked by the abused bumble.

I'm chuckling to myself when I feel something come in contact with my skull. In confusion I look around, but find nothing. A light giggle from above prompts me to look up.

Hermione gasps and claps a hand over her mouth (though she's grinning) She obviously hadn't meant to alert me to her presence in the tree.

I do believe I have forgotten to meantion that today is a holiday (stupid Christmas with stupid needle-trees), and no one is required to wear our school robes (unfortunitely we still have to wear our school uniforms) Therefor, Granger is wearing a red and gold skirt that comes slightly passed midthigh, and her shirt is a billowy shite one with the Gryffindor chrest emblaisoned proudly over her left brest.

You know, if it weren't for that branch she's perched on, I'd have a rather nice veiw up her- whoa, hold up Draco. Don't even go there.

She removes the hand covering her mouth and grins at me impishly, as if she knew what direction my thoughts had momentarily strayed.

"Hey, Malfoy." Blaises voice distracts me for a moment and I look over at him questionintly-vaguely noting the absence of the fly- "Foods here."

I follow his eyes briefly to our little errand boy and his enterouge of house elves. I grin, looking up, a half formed plan to invite Granger to eat with us (I know...crazy, huh?)

Good thing she was gone.

I look around in confusion, where'd she go? Maybe she fell out of the tree? As amusing as that would have been, I hadn't heard what I'm sure would have been a rather loud shriek and painful thump. Besides, her body wasn't to be found as a crumpled heap at the base of the trunk.

Actually, I couldn't see her on the grounds at all, but she was in the tree a second ago!

"Hey, Draco? Who ya lookin for?" Blaise wants to know after he had noted my wandering eyes.

I shake my head, "No one, Blaise, just forget it."

My friend shrugs, but doesn't look all that convinced.

Well, what was I supposed to tell him? That I was starting to see Granger all over the place, not only that but having rather naughty thoughts about said girl?

I already thought I was coing insane, I didn't need him thinking; that too.

After lunch I went back to my room and sat down at my desk, pulling out a book and beginning to read.

"You know, your a bit of a hypocrite." A totally unexpected voice says from behind me. I nearly drop my book as I spin to face her.

She's lying on my bewd, on her stomach, her legs kicked up into the air behind her. I noted that she was barefoot-and grinning broadly at me, "H-how did you get in here?"

Granger sits up on my bed and shrugs her shoulders delecately, "Same way I did when I left your 'present'. It wasn't all that difficult."

"I'm sure." I mutter, more to myself then anything.

The door opens and I look up at Goyle as he enters. I quickly disregard him and look back at Granger, only my bed is completely empty.

I gulp and stand up. I don't pay attention to Goyle as I brush passed him and climb the stairs to the common room.

I need a drink, desperately.

I pause halfway to my destination, staring at the form curled up in one of the plush chairs.

Hermione looks up from the book she's reading and gives me a 'come hither' look.

Why is it no one else seems the least concerned with the Gryffindor Gril sitting in the middle of our very Slytherin common room?

I nearly jump two feet when someone puts a hand on my arm, "Draco, hun, what's wrong you look a bit pale."

I shake Pansy's hand off roughtly, not all surprised to find Granger gone when I look back.

Something is serioulsy wrong with me.

Hm, maybe now I'll be able to get a little peace, I think to myself, stipping off my shirt and laying down on the bed that conveniently appeared. Soft classical music played in the background and the lights were low.

Yep, you guessed it, I was in the room of requirement. It was hightly doubtful anyone would bother me here, and I seriously needed to take a nap. It was rather easy to slip off into dreamland.

I wake slowly to the delicous feel of someones soft hands gently exploring the muscles of my stomach and chest. My eyes remain closed as I drink in the sensations.

If I was an actual dragon I'd be purring about now.

My curiousity peaks when the girl begin to hum a light melody.

The girl leans down and I can now feel her hot breath on my cheek, her hand stills on my chest and she says in a husky voice, "You have a very very nice body Malfoy."

My eyes snap open, what on eart is Granger doing here? But (as I should have expected) she's gone, a soft laugh echoing through my head.

Dinner. The day is just about over and I'm ready to burst. I could still feel her hands travaling seductively over my flesh. I can still feel her hot breath on my skin, and hear her softly spoken words.

Is she purposefully sending me through this torture?

I look up as my thoughts seem to have drawn the girl here. Granger and her two buddies enter the Great hall.

Granger is also being escorted by seven silver replacas of a very perfect me. This causes me to smirk as she passes me.

I gulp as I feel two phantom hands running through my hair from behind me. The hands move to my shoulders and slide down my arms, her small hands covering my much larger ones.

Her face is pressed against the crook of my neck. The strangest thing of all is I'm watching Hermione walk through the Great Hall and sit down at the Gryffindor table.

Granger looks up and her eyes lock with mine momentarily. The presence behind me promptly vanishes and Granger looks away as if nothing had happened.

When Granger stands up and exits the Great Hall, unaccompanied, about half an hour later, I take it as my cue to leave.

I follow her in the direction of Gryffindor Tower. She hasn't noticed me behind her, but seven small siliey have. I smirk as we rund a corner. Up ahead was a small alcove I could use to my advantage.

Grabbing her wrist I pulled her in after me, ignoring her startled cry.

I release her arm and look down at her, she seems confused and rather alarmed. I step towards her, "Are you trying to drive me crazy?" I ask in a low voice.

She just stares at me in confusion, taking a step back (towards a conveniently placed wall) "What are you talked about?"

I take another step towards her, backing her against the wall (it's a very small alcove) "Let me refraze that: Just what spell did you use on me last night?"

Her eyes go round and she answers quickly, "Just a small one, really." She squeeks in alarm when I press my body against hers, my hands braced against the wall and my face about a foot from her own, "Fantisca Dizyra." She answered quickly.

I groan in disbelief. How could someone so smart do something so stupid? Well, I can't really blame her, I mean, how was she to know my deepest desire was a brown headed muggle born Gryffindor Bookworm?

After all, it's news to me! So I couldn't very well blame her. But the least she can do is ease my pain a little bit. I press my body against her more fully (both of us are ignoring the seven little dragons that follow Granger like puppies), "You know," I whisper in her ear, "You have made me realize something rather disturbing about myself today, little Miss. Granger. Would you like to know what that is?"

She swallowed hard, "N-no, not really." She breaths back.

I continue anyway, "I seem to have an unhealthy obsession for Mudblood Gryffindor Bookworms."

I rake my teeth lightly over her earlobe, delighting in the shiver that ran through her body, before capturing her lips with myown.

It wasn't much of a kiss, as kisses went. I mean I didn't even use my tongue! But it still sent sparks rocketing through my system.

I break away and she looks up at me, her eyes unusually sharp, "What did you mean, before?" She asks, appearently trying to ignore the kiss and my body. "I don't understand."

For such a smart witch, she's really rather slow sometimes, "I seem to be being haunted by a bushy haired Gryffindor everywhere I go today. She's the sexiest little thing I've ever seen and when things start to get interesting, she disappears. Do you know how frustrating that gets?"

She seems to be in shock for a moment, then smirks up at me, (wow...I must be rubbing off on her) "Now you know how I feel. Only I'm being followed by seven stuck up copys of you, who wont even let my best friends come near me...and yet they seem to have no trouble letting you kiss me."

I smirk at her suspitious expression, "That's good to here, Potty and Weasel are idiots anyway."

"you take that back!" She hisses.

"Make me." I taunt, walking away and feeling much much better.


Well, I rather thought that was nice. What do you think? I enjoyed writing it, so you should probably review...oh, and this is my last update till next weekend (sob, I have to go back to school!) I'll update two times when I get back...and then you'll have to wait another week...I'm terribly sorry, and I hope you don't mind reading Christmas stories without Christmas...but I will finish this before next christmas...it would just be stupid to postpone it till then you know?

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