AN: I do not own any of these characters nor has this story been beta'd
I must have been quite a lot lighter than he thought, because he and I went tumbling back down the stairs. I landed on top of him with"oomph!" My face was once again inches from his. I could smell him as well as feel his hot breath on my cheeks.
I could feel electricity spark through my veins and my nervous system as our bodies made contact. His always present smirk faltered momentarily and I managed to roll off to the side, panting heavily, trying to slow my hastened heart. Malfoy grunted when I rolled off and pushed himself off the floor and somehow made it too his room with record speed. I straightened myself out and wandered to my room. I slowed down to tip-toe as I passed Malfoy's room, hoping I could hear some kind of noise signifying that he was doing something in there and that he didn't just vanish into thin air. I did hear something; I head the swooshing of paper being turned in a hurried fashion, such as one would demonstrate when they are angry or agitated.
My curiosity almost got the better of me, but my stubbornness won me over, not allowing me to lose to the stupid boy I had grown to love and hate. "Stupid," I mumbled to myself. That's what I am, I am stupid. I promised myself that the school girl crush I had on Draco would never be known to anyone besides myself and here I go and give it away to Draco himself.
[Italic words are Draco singing along to the song] [Draco's POV]
Draco was plopped across his bed reminiscing of the day's events. Of course he regretted even touching Hermione. She was nothing to him, but she was everything to him. It was stupid that she had to make him feel this way. He decided that he wanted to write into the journal his mother had gotten him for the Christmas before he entered Hogwarts. This journal was the color green, Draco's favorite color. It had the letters D.M. embroidered on the front in silver, as well as a silver decretive edging. It was a little girly for a boy, but he loved it anyways. His mother was now dead and it was one of his favorite things that weren't over the top. Before he went to write in his journal he turned on the muggle c.d. player that he had bewitched to play compact discs without electricity. He put the c.d. Mmhmm by Relient K, who is one of his favorite bands. He flicked his wand so it was flip through songs and he stopped when the song Be My Escape started playing. He liked this song a lot because of his personal relationship problems at the moment. He started jamming out and writing in his journal.
Hermione, oblivious to pretty much everything that was going on in Draco's room besides the music, was reading Hogwarts a history. She could hear a famous muggle song being blared from Draco's room but wasn't much into the mood to question him about it. It was the song Be My Escape from the band Relient K. She kept on reading on and on trying hard to ignore the music and soon found that she couldn't and had begun bobbing her head along to the music. She decided she could get used to that because he didn't have that bad of taste in music. She left him be so hopefully they would get into the routine that consisted of both being in their own rooms and Draco blaring his music. They had finally reached a mutual agreement without even knowing it. "Maybe, just maybe Draco and I will get along this year for once," Hermione said to herself.
Draco began to sing... Every time certain parts of the song that meant the most to him (the bold face words) he would sing so loud he could be heard all the way into Hermione's room.
{DRACO} Wednesday
1st day back at Hogwarts
Hermione the one person I have ever let myself fall in love with, broke my heart by becoming friends with those too morons Harry and Ronald. I try and avoid her like she's diseased but my hormones are tempting me, coercing me to turn back and give myself to her. I can't she won't take me back. xDraco
…And I've been housing all this doubt and insecurity and I'm stuck inside this rut that I fell into by mistake And this life sentence that I'm serving I admit that I'm every bit deserving
If only I could convince her to love me the way I love her. All those many years ago I never once gave up hope of having her as mine. Yeah I know I treated her like crap, but why shouldn't I? She promised me she would be my friend and share a compartment with me. Old resentments really do die hard. I've treated her so bad she probably hates me.
I honestly am in love with the idea that I get to share a common room with Granger. She has matured a lot in her looks over the past seven years. The question here is what I wouldn't give to "tap that." Arg. I shouldn't even be thinking these thoughts; though she completely started it by sizing me up down stairs. Infuriating, I had her so close. I could have convinced her there and then to be with me, TO BE MINE! She won't ever be; I have been too cruel.
…And I've been dying to get out and that might be the death of me Self detained and forced to live in this mess I've made
If I could get her to be with me, just maybe, just maybe it would release me from the evil grip of my devilish father. The father, who knows, no love for son or wife, keeps me locked within his grasp. I have felt love. I still feel love. Thanks to my mother, who was always caring for me, watching over my life like I was a soft butterfly, recently out of a cocoon? That is one reason why I came to love HER. GRANGER, but I can't its forbidden, she's a mudblood.
She gave me a chance to come to love her, to accept her into my heart. I felt betrayed, and used so I tortured and her stupid friends. I never let my resentment die though I could tell it hurt her mind and soul. I cursed her with my evil words, always thinking she deserved the hate I enflamed her with. There will be no lying in this journal I am writing. I felt guilty every time I hurt her. I had to keep up my family image, evil, powerful, and maniacal. I wish I could get a single chance to get forgiven. I wish I could let her love me. There are so many things I wish I could say to her, and do to her. I can't it's all wrong.
I've been locked inside that house all the while you hold the key…And I'm begging You, I'm begging You, I'm begging You to be my escape.
Blah, blah, blah I try to ignore the sound of her feet patter across the floor. I hear her clamber up the stair silently and gracefully. The times I wish I could scoop her off her feet and bring her to my bed and never let her leave. She doesn't like me like that; she will never bring me the key and be my escape.
I fought you for so long I should have let you in Oh how we regret those things we do and all I was trying to do was save my own skin but so were You
I never should have acted the way I did. If only she could forgive me. and we could start everything off new. My parents are gone. No evil persuasion there anymore. I can like who I want to like without any guilty conscious. Blaise, if I tell him, might hurt me. He will never let me live it down. I've been pestering him for years because he told me he liked that one famous muggle girl named Roshanara. She lives in America, and she is the daughter of the Prime Minister of American or whatever you call it there. I think it is Presidente or something like that. AHHH! I need to learn muggle lingo.
"I shouldn't have listened to my bloody father all of those years. Mudbloods are not seriously that bad, and I am convinced that she holds the key to my heart. Don't tell anyone! HAHA it's bad that i was talking to a stupid book. Damn I should go to bed," he said to out loud not caring whether anyone would hear him, though chances are no one would. He is in his own dorm after all. He rolled over and put his journal onto the table on the left side of his King sized bed. He pulled back the fleece comforter and scooted under the soft silk Egyptian sheets, not caring that he still had not taken off his clothes to just sleep in his black boxers.
[Hermione]
I scampered to my room as frustration was beginning to take its toll on my mental structure. Once inside I got to finally see how the headmistress designed my room. There were two windows to provide light during the day in the room. Each window was draped with the Gryffindor colors, and each drapery had the Gryffindor seal in the center of it.
I was in love with my room. The headmistress did a very good job designing it. So after I had given it a good glancing around I made my way to the Queen sized, four poster bed, that sat facing the windows. To the left of the bed there was a bookshelf with all of my favorite books. I walked there first taking a look at which books where there. I grabbed the book Hogwarts a History and jumped on the fleece comforter that adorned my bed.
I began reading and completely lost myself within the pages that attached themselves to the rigid spine. I fell asleep shortly thereafter cuddling within the Egyptian silk sheets. I felt like royalty. This was where my dreams were headed when I awoke to a BANG! BANG! BANG! I then woke up groggily, today was now Sunday Classes are to start tomorrow. I mastered enough awareness to shout, "WHAT?" to the door and it in turn shouted back at me, "WAKE UP!" I proceeded to get up and stormed out of my room still cloaked in my pajamas that were a bit more revealing than I wanted to show Malfoy. Draco sat smirking on the couch in front of the fire. I instantly regretted not putting on different clothes before exiting my room.
Draco stared at me as I made my way to the kitchenette to get some breakfast. It was too late now to worry about my attire. It was unnerving feeling his steady gaze that was boring into my back as I made my breakfast. We had the day off so we could get settled in before classes started. This also gave Malfoy and I, several hours to plan out most of this year's school events as well as prefect patrol partners and times.
I rounded on Malfoy as soon as I finished eating. I yelled at him for waking me up so early because it was only 6:30 a.m. We had the whole entire day off, so I wanted to sleep in. That stupid selfish git made me wake up. I was in his face yelling my head off at him, when he grabbed me around my waist and pulled me on top of him. I was completely stunned so I failed to react when he pulled me onto him. I continued to be in my stunned deposition and continued not to move as he pressed his soft lips onto mine. It was passionate, intense, and I quickly gave into him allowing him entry to explore my mouth with his tongue. I stopped to breathe and found my shirt pushed up slightly revealing my bare midriff. I moved slightly away and I touched my fingers to my lips that were swollen and red.
Draco and I both sat up and calmed down. I got up to leave first when an all too familiar hand grabbed onto my wrist. The hand sent shivers through my body at its cold touch. He pulled me once again and gave me another peck on the lips. I stumbled away lost in the dream work of my thoughts and I ended up in my room.
I managed to make it there and decided not to put my school robes on and opted instead for a pair of jeans and my favorite t-shirt that had Relient K written across the front. They were my favorite muggle band. I walked back down to the common room and placed myself a good distance away from Draco, still remembering the feel of his soft lips upon mine. M
Yes, I have feelings for him. No, I do not want those feeling to be expressed. Damn, he is a really good kisser. I have no idea what I am going to do now. I am going out with Harry. Arggg…. Harry and Ronald would never let me live it down. What am I to do? Maybe I can just play around a little bit. NAH! That would be wrong as well that would mean I would be cheating on Harry. OMG I just cheated on Harry with Draco. I cannot cheat on Harry, Especially with the enemy. What am I to do?
I ignored Draco as much as our head duties and meeting would allow. We stayed on topic and planned the prefect patrol partners until the Christmas holidays. He was still looking at me, but now it was with curiosity instead of lust and want. We also started the preparation for the Halloween dance. We worked vigorously trying to decide upon a theme. So far the only two ideas we had were a costume theme and a masquerade theme. We do masquerade dances every year and I believe that we need to mix it up a bit this year. Draco the traditionalist that he is wants to do the masquerade theme again. Pfft as if, moments later it dawned on me. That's it, "Hey Malfoy how about we do a creatures of the night themed dance. We could use vampires and werewolves as the two main ideas of creatures."
"Is it not supposed to be a full moon as well," commented Draco, "it would be perfect for the werewolf part of the theme."
"I like it!"
"Me too," said Draco, "Finally we agreed upon something. I'm sad to admit it too you that you won, but I will get you back Granger. Mark my words."
I stared at him in shock. Draco used my last name. How strange. I stood to leave and said something about me needing to go see Harry and Ronald, but before I could move he stood and embraced me. I felt his soft lips press upon mine as the electric butterflies went crazy throughout my body. I felt the kiss intensify as he pulled me closer our bodies connected nearly everywhere. I lost control of my arms as they wound themselves around his neck and my fingers began playing with his hair.
I made my decision then and there. I Hermione Granger, know-it-all head girl was going to be a player and have whatever Draco and I are doing as well as be with Harry Potter, the boy who lived TWICE's girlfriend. I must be going nutters too.
I broke the kiss to breathe and looked him in the eyes, then left. I was fixing my hair as I walked out of the portrait. Before I reached the portrait I looked at him once more and said with a smirk, "I must be off to visit my boyfriend darling!"
As I was walking to the Slytherin common room my brain was going a thousand miles an hour. "This is going to be an interesting year," I thought to myself.
