A/N: Despite my favorite pairing being Hermione/Snape, my favorite fic is a Hermione/Millicent one. It's not on , but if you ever find it, it's called "Holding Back", and it's aawwwesome.
My next few classes passed incredibly slowly. The storm outside was being annoyingly temperamental; one hour it would be drizzling and the next it would be raining like hell. Most of my peers were in a rather dreary mood because of the weather, but rain never really seemed to affect me.
I was sitting across from Draco, Pansy, and Draco's cronies in the Slytherin common room. They were having a conversation about Quidditch, which was rather unusual, but I wasn't paying attention. I was just looking at the clock.
Finally, after ten more minutes of halfway listening to their drivel, it was 8 PM, and time for Astronomy. I got up to leave, but not before Pansy noticed my odd behavior.
"Millicent, what are you doing? Astronomy was cancelled, remember?" She had that 'dumb ol' Millicent' look on her face; the one that made us seem like an old couple where I was the forgetful husband and she was the wife that had to remind him of everything.
I stopped dead in my tracks and tried not to get angry. Controlling my anger was a bit of a…problem for me.
"I need the extra credit," I said simply, trying to be as nonchalant as I could. She seemed to take the bait. Pansy shrugged her shoulders and went back to the conversation without another glance at me.
I had to walk outside for a brief moment to get to the Astronomy tower, but luckily it was during one of the milder showers. There were almost no other students outside, and I enjoyed the solitary walk. When I reached the floor of the tower where we usually had class, it was empty except for Hermione, who was leaning against a window frame staring out into the rain. My heart leapt into my throat. I was alone in a room with…her. I didn't know what to feel, except shock, and a sort of numb dream-like feeling. She turned around when she heard my footsteps, but only gave me a cursory glance once she realized who it was. It should have hurt me, but I was used to being ignored.
Unsure of what to do, I walked to a window on the opposite side of the room and looked out across the grounds. The professor should be here in any minute, and then we were going to go up on the roof and stargaze – or attempt to stargaze. I wasn't sure it was going to be possible if the rain was having one of its bad spurts.
I didn't look at her. I was too scared, but I didn't know why. I thought maybe, if I looked at her, she would see through me and know all the fantasies that I've imagined us in. All those dirty thoughts that flitted through my mind in class, all the compromising positions I've imagined her in, all the times I let my large ugly hands run themselves all over her smooth, slender body.
I don't know how long I was standing there looking out the window, but it must have been a long time, because I heard Hermione sigh in frustration.
"She said it was going to be extra credit," she murmured.
I turned to look at her staring out the window. She didn't seem to know I was looking at her. Her brow was furrowed and her arms crossed under her breasts as she continued to stare at the rain. Long, slim legs built up to a tucked in white button-up shirt, the Hogwarts standard. But it just seemed to look so much better on her than it did on me. Her tie was a little ruffled, and so was her slightly-wet hair, and it made her look so incredibly sexy. I tried not to stare too blatantly, and conjured up conversation.
"No kidding. I need these points." A pointless addition to the conversation. Hermione, however, seemed to finally acknowledge my presence and faced me. I avoided her eyes.
"Maybe the professor is already on the roof, waiting," she said hopefully. I could feel her eyes on me as I looked somewhere else.
"We can go check," I spoke, looking down. I could feel her eyes linger on me for a moment more before she headed for the stairs. I followed, feeling quite sure that Professor Sinistra wasn't going to be there.
When we reached the top, the rain was still just drizzling. Hermione stared around, and with no professor in sight, gave a heavy sigh.
I looked at her. "Maybe she figured no one would show up."
Hermione's eyes met mine and my brain instantly froze. She had such beautiful light brown eyes, and I hadn't made eye contact with her like this since our second year. Her gaze was penetrating, and I couldn't bring myself to look away…or to blink, for that matter.
"Well, that was ridiculous of her." And with those words, there was a bright flash of lightning and a large boom of thunder, and the rain came pouring down in buckets. Hermione's hands went over her head, a vain attempt at protecting herself from the storm, and she began running back towards the stairs. She was making her way past me when her foot skidded on a slick stone and she started to fall. I'd like to say it happened in slow motion, because that's the way these things usually happen, but it was actually a very quick series of events: Hermione slipped, Hermione grabbed onto my cloak in a last minute attempt to steady herself, she fell, I fell on top of her, and she screamed in pain as the rain continued its torrent upon us.
When I fell on top of her, it was nothing like how it was in our second year. She didn't look like she feared for her life, yet she was screaming in pain. I immediately rolled off of her, thinking I was too heavy, but she started to clutch her ankle.
"Oh..God…I think it got twisted…or broken…or sprained…when I fell…" she moaned in pain, and seemed on the verge of tears. It was hard to tell in the rain.
All I said was "Oh." I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She was painfully beautiful, lying there beside me. Her thin white shirt was soaked through, clinging to her skin, and I could see the outline of her bra. Her wavy hair stuck to the stones under her, and her face was so wet and natural and gorgeous.
"Millicent…." She said something, but I didn't hear anything after my name. It was the first time she had ever said my name. I just stared at her for a few seconds as the rain continued pouring down on us. Her lips were so pink and full and moist, and it took everything I had in me not to touch them with my own.
"Sorry, what did you say?" I said, trying to catch up.
"I said I can't get up! Can you mend my ankle for me?" Hermione looked a little uneasy, like she was worried that I wouldn't be able to do it. I didn't take any offense; I'm not very good at those kinds of spells, and with my nerves right now…
I must have looked incredulous, because she added, "It's not that difficult of a spell. I would do it myself but I'm sort of at a bad angle, if you remember how the spell is supposed to be done."
I blinked stupidly.
Hermione sighed in exasperation. "Get out your wand," she ordered.
I did, and she startled me by suddenly grasping my hand.
"Remember from Charms? You need the double-flick, perpendicular to the broken bone. Like this." She moved my hand in a double-flicking motion, demonstrating how it was to be done. I was being taken through this baby-step style, even though it was really a fairly basic healing spell compared to our recent teachings.
Her hand was so soft on mine, and surprisingly warm. Chills ran through my body when she touched me, and when she removed her hand I longed for much more. I didn't think I could do this. I was experiencing somewhat of a shock.
"Okay," I said, repositioning myself to cast the spell on her ankle. She bit her lip and closed her eyes, and I let my inner pervert take over and I cast one good long delicious look at her body. My God.
"F-Fibrious reparo," I spoke shakily, waving my wand. A series of bluish sparks shot themselves at Hermione's ankle, and she screamed loudly. I dropped my wand in surprise, and fear flooded my veins. Her ankle was still twisted in the wrong direction. What had I done?