Chapter 2...
Here we go guys. This is where it kinda takes off, I guess. Not giving too much away though. :D
When Draco woke up, he was alone in the common room.
"Dammit, Pansy!" he called, stomping his foot. He walked into his dorm and got ready for bed. It was hot outside, so he took off his entire uniform and stripped down to his boxers. He looked at himself appriciatively in the full-length mirror and smiled. Call him vain, but Draco Malfoy found himself very attractive. His blonde hair hung over his face perfectly, his sea-blue eyes showed up bright against his pale skin. His chest was muscular and hard. His lips were full, and his nose was narrow, but not too long. He believed himself to be perfect.
"Nice one." hissed a voice from behind him.
"Pansy." he groaned. She pulled herself to his chest and grinned wickedly. She was wearing white underwear and a see-through white gown over top. She was tanned, and she looked absolutely breathtaking.
"Oh, Draco." she sighed, rubbing her hands across his chest. Her hands were warm, and his skin was cool, so it felt amazing.
"Pansy..." he whispered, stroking her hair. She obviously took this as a 'go ahead', and entangled herself around him.
"Pansy, no." he said firmly, trying to push her away. Pansy pouted in her beautiful, irresistable way.
"Draccy." she whined, nipping at his neck. Draco looked at her with fire in his eyes. Neck-biting drove him absolutely insane.
"Pansy...stop...please..." he panted. Pansy looked up at him mischieviously and winked before biting down on him so hard, it drew blood. This was enough to bring him to his knees. Pansy knelt down, kissed him on the forehead and walked off.
"Damn." he muttered. He looked around him. He needed to get out of his dorm. He pulled on trousers and a shirt, walked straight out of the room, and started wandering around the castle.
Hermione couldn't sleep. There was something bugging her, but she didn't know what. Something just didn't feel right. Perhaps it was the whole thing with Ron - maybe she should give in to his pleas and just get back with him. Having resolved that, she tried to sleep, but failed.
"Good." she sighed in relief "I don't have to go back out with Ron." she smiled to herself, reaching over and pulling out her favourite book. In moments, she was thrown into a world almost as magical as the one she was living in, but she still had a queasy feeling in her stomach. She sighed and got up out of bed. She caught her reflection in the mirror and groaned. Her hair was still as big,brown and bushy as ever, and her skin was still balancing on the line between pale and tanned. She always thought that her lips were too thin, her nose was too big, and her ears were too small. The only things she really liked about her appearance were her big, chocolate brown eyes and her slim figure.
"Oh, 'mione." she muttered to herself. At this present time, she was wearing a cool blue, thin nightgown that reached just below her knees. She put her Griffyndoor robes on over top of this, slipped on her shoes and left her dorm. She was aiming to go to the library, she needed more reading material.
Draco was walking carefully down the Hogwarts hallways. Even though he was a powerful wizard with a powerful father, he didn't believe that Dumbledore would care if he told his father about his mistreatment.
"Draco..." dragged an oh-so-familiar voice behind him.
"Uncle Severus." he nodded formally. Snape's mouth twitched into an amused smile.
"What are you doing out of bed? At this time of night?" he inquired.
"I couldn't sleep..." Draco admitted, staring at his shoes. Snape looked down sympathetically at his godson. Even though he was a strict man, with little emotion for anything, he had a soft spot for Draco.
"Okay." he said, reluctantly. "But if anyone catches you, I didn't see you." he warned. Draco broke out into a huge grin.
"Thanks, Severus." he smiled, before walking off again.
Hermione stepped delicately down the stairs, making little noise. These nightly trips to the Library were not unusal for her, and she knew exactly where to go. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Severus Snape walking down the main corridor. This wasn't unusal either, and she knew how to distract him. She brought her wand to her throat, and began to speak:
"Oh, no! Snape!" she said, in Harry's voice.
"Uh-oh. Run for it!" she said, in Ron's. Snape spun around and looked around the room. Hermione ducked behind a pillar, and waited for him to pass her in persuit of Harry and Ron. She put her wand back and chuckled to herself, walking quickly across the corridor. At the end, she saw a door with a rusted nameplate that said "LIBRARY." Hermione sighed and entered it, feeling the warmth that the books were giving off. She walked straight to the restricted section and picked up an old book that was falling apart. She brought it to the table, sat down and began to read.
Draco somehow found himself in the Library. He walked in and started flicking through books, none of which caught his immediate attention. He walked over to the leather chairs and dropped down into one, placing his head once more in his hands. Behind him, he heard the library door creak, and footsteps. He got up timidly and walked across the floor, wand out. He heard the footsteps enter the restricted section, and the flop of a book against the table. Thoroughly confused, Draco stepped cautiously into the restricted section, only to find Granger with her nose dug into a book.
"Granger?" he asked, confused. She jumped when she saw him, almost falling out of her chair.
"Malfoy?" she said, even more confused.
"What are you doing here?" he spat.
"I might ask you the same question." she answered.
"Couldn't sleep."
"Me neither."
"So, we're in the same boat." he said, raising an eyebrow. She nodded. He slowly pulled back the chair opposite her and sat down, her eyes never left his face.
"So. Er, what are you reading?" Draco asked. Hermione gave him a cold glance.
"Nothing." she answered.
"Ouch, Granger. I'm trying to start a conversation here." he said, looking playfully hurt. Hermione snapped her book shut and looked at him.
"Okay. Talk." she said, leaning back.
"Er..." he said. "It's really hot in here." he suggested. As if his comment reminded her, Hermione took off her robe and draped it on the back of her chair. Draco's eyes widened a little at the sight. The blue made her skin look radiant, and her eyes looked like dark pools in the snow. Had her lips always looked like that? Hell, bushy hair did look nice. Hermione looked at him confusedly.
"Granger, can I ask you something." He asked.
"Go on."
"Why can't they hear us in here?"
"I put the muffliato jinx on the room. We're safe."
"Good." said Draco, grinning wickedly. From seemingly out of nowhere, music began to play, and before he realised what he was doing, Draco was asking Hermione to dance. A little timid at first, Hermione politely accepted his hand, and the two started dancing awkwardly. When he was that close, Hermione realised that he was extremely attractive. Slowly, the two got used to eachother, and were dancing like they were old friends, laughing and smiling like mad. Slowly, Draco and Hermione got tired, so Draco made the music stop, Hermione collected her book and put on her robe, and the two left the library.
"That was fun." Hermione admitted quietly. Draco beamed at her. Finally, they reached the corridor where Hermione turned left for Griffyndoor, and Draco turned right for Slytherin.
"So, you're not too bad." Draco admitted. "Y'know. For a mudblood."
Hermione hit him playfully, and he caught her hand, pulling her into a hug. It felt weird, but nice. For Draco, he was holding her to his chest, and she was really warm. He slowly felt her arms circle around him, holding him to her. His skin was cool, and felt good on Hermione's face, especially because she was blushing. Realising the book was still in her hand, she dropped it, the noise arousing them from their dreamlike state.
"So, er. Yeah. Bye." she said awkwardly.
"Bye, Mudblood." he smiled, leaning down and kissing her on the cheek, before walking off with an arrogant air about him.
In her dorm, Hermione still couldn't sleep, despite her having been tired moments before. Her heart was happy, and every now and again, she grabbed her pillow, bit down into it and screamed. She kicked her legs rolled around on her bed. She was estatic with happiness. It was in this state that she slowly fell asleep.
Draco, on the other hand walked arrogantly into his dorm. He once again stripped down to his boxers again and climbed into bed.
"What were you thinking, Malfoy?" he muttered to himself.
"Kissing a mudblood. She'll have half of Griffyndoor on you tomorrow. And what if the other Slytherins find out? What if Pansy finds out?" He continued, barely audiable above Crabbe's snores. Thinking about Hermione made him smile again.
"Whatever. It was worth it." he said, laying side-on in his bed. He was happier than he had been in ages, and he didn't even want Pansy in this moment. He wanted Granger. It was weird to admit to himself, but he did. Not in a sexual way like he wanted Pansy, but he wanted to talk to her. He wanted to memorize her movements, her speech patterns, ask her about her day, hug her... This train of thought continued into his dreams when he finally fell asleep.