(a/n) So this is update is WAY over due, so I'm really sorry. I've been really preoccupied. BUT, have no fear, for I am back. And, to make it up to you, I am updating AGAIN tomorrow; I promise. Two decent length chapters. So I hope you can forgive me. Just incase you've forgotten what has happened, you might want to do a quick brush up, but if you don't want to, it's okay too. (revised to exclude spelling errors as of 11-26). REVIEW:) (ps. I can't figure out why this document is italic…. Sorry for that.)
Misunderstandings and Bad Timing
The hours turned into days at Hogwarts. Hermione didn't know what to do with herself; Draco Malfoy, sworn enemy, caught her breaking the rules. Knowing him, he would not let her forget it. Andrew Havlock, Hogwarts professor, winked at her. She tried to tell herself that the wink meant nothing, but deep inside, she hoped that it did.
The Head Girl sat on the window seat in the dormitory simply staring out onto the grounds. No matter how hard she tried to change the subject, her thoughts always made their way back to Andrew.
She had been in a daze when a tap on the window pulled her back to reality. It was an owl.
Hermione quickly opened the window and took the letter from the brown tawny owl; a school owl she assumed. She ripped open the letter and read:
H-
It's back on. Same place. Tonight. You know where.
-A
Hermione read and reread the note taking in ever word and every letter: Andrew wrote her a note.
The petite girl was so anxious to see Andrew again that night that she had forgotten that it was Friday- a day without classes for seventh years. She sprinted around the dormitory grabbing loose books and quills to pack her school bag. She then quickly pulled off her pajamas and slipped on skinny jeans and a purple sweater. She practically jumped down the stairs to the common room only to be greeted my Harry and Ron... still in their pajamas.
"HARRY, RON!!! WE'RE GOING TO BE LATE!!!" Hermione screeched as she stopped only to catch her breath.
"Breathe baby," Ron said, taking his girlfriends shaking hands into his. "It's Friday, no courses." He reminded the girl after giving her a peck on the cheek.
Hermione sighed and walked toward the fire place. She plopped down on a chair and took several deep breaths.
"I could have given myself a heart attack!" She said laughing. She sighed once more and looked at the clock, 10:30.
"You wanna come eat with us, babe?" Ron asked, referring to Harry and himself. The two boys had, somehow without Hermione realizing, changed into normal attire.
"Uh, no time. Heads' meeting!" Hermione responded as she ran toward the portrait hole and left the two boys before they could even respond.
Draco rolled over in his sleep; he could feel eyes on his back.
"Whoever the fuck is staring at me: stop," he mumbled, covering his eyes with his arm, " I'm trying to get some sleep." Draco sighed when, two minutes later, he could still feel the eyes on him. The blonde grunted and tolled over. "Listen fu- Blaise! I uh- how uh- good morning." Draco stammered as he swung his legs of the side of his bed so that he was now facing his once-best friend.
"You're still unpleasant in the morning," Blaise said with an awkward laugh. Draco shifted his legs. Who would have thought it could be so awkward to talk to your best friend? "Listen, Draco... I overreacted." Blaise said hesitantly. "I don't want our lifetime of friendship to go to waste. You may be a fucking whore, but you're MY fucking whore." Draco's eyes widened; "Okay, that sounds really wrong, but you get what I mean!" The two Slytherin laughed.
"Blaise I- OH SHIT," Draco caught a glimpse of the alarm clock. "I have to go!" He explained, already pulling off his pajamas and slipping on his jeans and green t-shirt. "Heads meeting!"
The Head Boy ran through the dungeons until he reached the Great Hall. Professor McGonagall had told Draco and Hermione that there was to be a Heads' meeting at 10:05 sharp and that they should meet in the Great Hall.
When he arrived, Draco was happy to see that Hermione was not there yet, but just two minutes later, he saw the brunette running toward him.
"You ran for nothing, Granger. McGonagall isn't even here," Draco told her once she arrived.
"That, Mr. Malfoy, is where you're wrong," McGonagall said from behind him.
The two heads turned toward the elderly lady and waited for instructions. "I believe you two will be very pleased with our meeting today," she said as she began walking out of the Great Hall. "I will show you something today that will be very useful to you all year. But I must warn you, the faculty here trusts you, so any misuse of this... thing... will have a punishment." Draco and Hermione exchanged a confused look before continuing their path.
"Now pay close attention to the route, you two, because I'm only going to show you once. It's not difficult, but it is well hidden." The Headmistress lead the two teens to the fourth floor, down a corridor to the left, turning right at the first entrance, and to a portrait of a sink. The woman then wiggled her finger on the faucet of the sink and a little drop of water appeared. She then proceeded to touch the drop four times and the fourth time she said "walnut" and then the portrait swung open.
"Let me get this straight," Draco said stopping McGonagall from walking beyond the portrait. "We have to do that everyone time we want to do whatever is behind this painting. And it's something we will use often?"
McGonagall smirked at the boy and simply said, "No."
She then lead the Heads' through the portrait and up a very narrow flight of stairs. At the top of the stair case was a tall, wooden door. McGonagall knocked twice and kicked the bottom and then the door opened. Draco sighed and rolled his eyes at the effort this was taking.
When the door finally opened, Hermione couldn't believe her eyes. Behind the door was a room like she had never seen before: there were numerous windows that were eight feet high with stained glass panes. The ceiling, like the ceiling in the Great Hall, was bewitched to look like the sky outside. There were bookshelves lining one of the walls of the rooms and a fire place on the opposite. Around the fire there was a couch and two arm chairs. The furniture, like the several cushions on the floor, were a very plush velvety-type forest green. It was the type of furniture that, just by looking at it, you could tell it was very comfortable. In another section of the room there was a little kitchenette and table.
Hermione stared at the room in awe; what was this? She glanced over at Draco and saw that, he too, was surprised by the room.
"I figured you would like this," The headmistress said, breaking the awed-silence. "This," she said, motioning around the room, " is the Heads' common room." Hermione's eyes, if possible, grew even larger. "However, there are rules that come along with it," she looked toward Draco. "First of all, you can change the amount of security and the due process for entrance, but you must NEVER tell ANYONE else how to enter." She held up two fingers. "Two, you are not allowed more than ten people in the room at a time, unless I tell you otherwise. And yes, Mr. Malfoy," she said as if she was reading the boys mind, "I can tell how many people are in the room." Draco rolled his eyes and shifted his weight to his other foot.
"Three, you must still sleep in your respective house's dormitory. And, last but not least, if the two of you disrespect the rules, show improper behavior, or egg-on House rivalry, this room will be taken away from you. Is that understood?" She concluded with a stern look on her wrinkling face. The two teenagers nodded their heads. "Okay then, I'll be off. Now would be the time to choose how to enter the room." And with that, she left.
Draco had just entered the dungeons after dinner when he heard someone call his name. He turned around to find Ana walking toward him.
"Hey Draco, haven't seen you in a while," she said, trying to sound seductive. Draco in no way was fazed by her games but he had to admit, for an eleven year old, she was pretty seductive.
"Yeah, that's because I've been avoiding you, Ana." He said as he turned to walk away.
"Wait! Just hear me out." The little Italian grabbed Draco's arm and pulled him so he was facing her once again. "I um, I realize you don't want me right now..." She paused and bit her bottom lip. "But you will." And with that, the girl slid her hand from it's place on Draco's arm to the buckle of his belt. Before Draco even had time to realize what was happening, he felt his belt loosen.
"What the fuck are you doing?!" He whispered in a sharp tone. He grabbed both the girls biceps and turned her so she was pushed against the wall. "Ana, I. Don't. Want. You." He breathed, trying so hard not to lose his temper. "I never will want you. I never did want you. Get over it." He leaned in closer with every word, emphasizing each one more than the last.
Ana looked as if she were about to cry when both Slytherins were caught off guard.
"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU MOTHERFUCKER," Blaise yelled with his wand already out. "Just as I was forgiving you... you know what, fuck you! I should have known. You're a fucking liar, Malfoy. You're a fucking lying, whore, piece of shit. I don't know how we were ever friends!" Blaise screamed. He grabbed Ana's arm and, after one more death glare toward Draco, pulled her toward the Slytherin common room. 'I guess now is one of those times where that room comes in handy,' Draco thought to himself as he took off toward his new Heads' common room.
After her meeting with the Headmistress, Hermione made her way back to the Gryffindor common room; she had a lot of homework to do. Sure, most of it wasn't due for a week or two, but did that ever stop Hermione Granger? No.
Upon entering she realized that it was Friday. Yes, she already knew the day, but she hadn't realized what the day was for. Fridays were to give the seventh years a chance to rest and recoup after a long week. She sighed and, very uncharacteristically, pushed her homework from her mind.
The brunette sighed and took a seat on a couch near the fire. She sat there for a few minutes doing nothing until she began inspecting her hair for split ends. 'Oh my gosh, what am I doing?' She asked herself, laughing out loud. The Head Girl shook her head and tried to think of something to do. She then wasted nearly three hours in the library just reading titles of books. After reentering the Gryffindor common room to find none of her friends, she plopped on the couch and brainstormed. She had no clue where Ron or Harry were, Ginny was probably at dinner, and everyone else, well, no one seemed worthy of her free Friday. But then she though of someone.
She ran through the common room and up to her dormitory. She pulled open the drawer of her desk and grabbed a piece of parchment and a quill. She then sat and hastily scribbled a note. She read over her note once and then, deciding it was good enough, charmed the parchment to be delivered to the intended person.
The next ten minutes seemed to drag on forever. Hermione sat on the window seat staring as hard as she could out the window, watching for a piece of parchment. Finally it came. She tore it open and read:
"You're lucky I'm free. An hour okay?"
Hermione smiled to herself and hid the note under a stack of old magazines on her desk.
Forty five minutes later, Hermione found herself in a familiar corridor; the corridor in which her gambling session had taken place. She looked around once and then leaned against a wall. Not even a minute later she heard footsteps approaching.
"Couldn't even wait one hour to see me, I see." It was Andrew Havlock. He smiled at her and gave her a light hug. She couldn't help but hope that hug was more than a greeting. She wanted that hug to be a hug. Not just hug. "I guess it's good you wrote me, because I have a confession." Hermione didn't know if she liked the sounds of that or not. "I lied when I told you the game was back on." Hermione gave him a confused look. He smirked and said, "I just wanted to see you again. That meant I had to lie to you seeing as you weren't in my class yesterday." Hermione had forgotten that yesterday was transfiguration. She had a headache and opted out of courses before after before lunch. But she wondered, what did that mean? He wanted to see her because she's his student and he was concerned, or did he want to see her. She tried not to think too hard.
"Well," she said after a minute, "you're in luck because I wanted to see you too." She smiled and bit her lip nervously. Andrew looked at her.
"I really wanted to see that smile," he admitted.
"Well, you're in luck once more! McGonagall just showed us the Heads' common room. You wanna go?" She asked a tad bit timidly.
Professor Havlock acted as if he were deep in thought: he rubbed his chin and furrowed his eyebrows. Then, suddenly and shortly, he said "okay."
Hermione led him to the fourth floor and continued until they reached the portrait. She then touched the left faucet then the right and then both at the same time. When the portrait swung open she grabbed Andrew's hand and pulled him toward the staircase.
Once at the door she knocked once said "walnut" and then knocked two more times. She heard Andrew let out a single laughed and she too began laughing. But then the door opened.
Before she went in she turned toward her teacher and stared him directly in the eyes. He didn't blink but he stared back.
Hermione then grabbed his hand once again and pulled him into the room. The second the door closed Hermione turned so she was facing the man. The looked at him a minute before moving.
She stepped forward and pushed him against the door. She put one hand on his chest and the other on the door next to his arm. She then crashed her lips onto his in a heated, lustful kiss.
But then she stopped, he was hesitating. He didn't want to kiss her. She had read all the signals wrong! So many thoughts were rushing through her head.
"Professor Havlock, I am SO sorry! I don't know what came over me! Blame the hormones! Blame... something. I'm so so so sorry! This isn't like me at all!" She began to pull her body away from his when he sighed.
"Fuck," he said with his sigh. "I can keep a secret," he pulled her closer with one hand in her hair and the other on the small of her back. He kissed her once again lustfully, but slowly and very passionate. After several seconds he put his mouth to her ear, his semi-dry lips brushed against her ear as he breathed his quickened breath. "But can you?" And with that he began nibbling on her ear.
The breath caught in Hermione's throat, this was like nothing she'd experienced before. Sure, she had kissed Krum and Ron and, not that many people would guess, but she was pretty sexually experienced, but she had never had a kiss or a feeling like this. His kiss was slow and she felt it all the way to her toes. It felt passionate but with more than your typical first kiss lust.
But no, she couldn't do that! He was her teacher!
Just as the girl was about to pull away, he moved his mouth to her neck. He began gently sucking on the spot just below her jaw bone. She felt weak in the knees.
Hermione then put her fingers under his chin and brought his mouth up to hers. She ran her hands through his velvety, blonde hair, gently, but not too gently, pulling the back. He let out a slight groan into her mouth and she almost collapsed; he was too good at this.
She then slowly pulled away from him. She stared him in the eye as she walked slowly backwards toward the couch. He cocked his eyebrow and smirked deviously, but followed suit none the less.
Andrew reached Hermione just as the back of her legs his the edge of the couch. She put one hand in her hair and the other just over her racing heart. He smiled at her before taking her mouth into his once more.
They stood for several minutes, kissing, their tongues battling for dominance. But then Hermione began to sit down. Without breaking their kiss Hermione scooted back on the couch while Andrew began to descend too.
He was laying partially on top of her with his hand playing with the buttons on her blouse. Hermione pushed her chest forward, telling him to unbutton them. He did as he was told and undid the first three buttons on her shirt. As he did that, he broke away from her lips and began kissing her jaw and her neck. Hermione slowly slid her hand down his chest, his stomach and to his belt. He froze and looked at her.
She looked at him back and questioned him with her face. He answered by kissing her neck once more.
Draco ran through the halls until he reached the fourth floor. It was times like this, when his best friend hated him for something he didn't even do, that Draco need to be alone the most. He needed his time alone. He was very luck that just earlier that day McGonagall had shown him the room. This year, with all his drama with Blaise, he figured this room would come in handy.
Draco reached the door after passing through the portrait and knocked, kicked, knocked, knocked, "walnut." The door opened and as it did he saw something he never thought he would.
"GRANGER WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!" He yelled. He didn't know why he was so angry, but then he realized he wasn't angry; he was confused!
Hermione and Andrew's heads both popped up the second they heard the door open. By the time Draco had seen them, Andrew was beginning to stand and Hermione was trying to hurriedly button her shirt.
Draco didn't know exactly what had happened, and he didn't want to know. But he just couldn't get his head around the fact the Hermione Granger was just making out with a teacher!
"If you don't mind me saying, Professor Havlock," Draco said slyly, "if I were you, I'd straighten out my belt and leave. Now!" He didn't yell because on the inside, he was hysterically laughing. It was taking all of Draco's will power not to burst into laughter.
Once Professor Havlock had left Draco stared at Hermione shaking his head. Her cheeks were red. He didn't know if it was because she was blushing or because she was just snogging someone senseless. With that though he laughed out loud.
"MALFOY! This is NOT funny!" She screamed rushing over toward him. "Do you realize what just- do you know that you- oh shiiiiit," she said, beginning to pace the room.
"Hey," Draco said after a couple of minutes. "Don't get your panties- well, if you're wearing any-" Hermione shot Draco a horrible death stare and Draco laughed. "Don't get your panties in a bunch, Granger. I'll not going to tell anyone what I just saw."
"You're not?!" Draco was almost as shocked as she was when he said that.
"No, I'm not. I could get you both thrown out. Buuuut..."
"Oh, here we go," Hermione sighed.
"I need a favor. I could get you AND your lover-boy kicked out of Hogwarts. OR you could help me with my Ana situation." Draco said, falsely angelic.
"Get me kicked out, Ferret, I'm not helping you."