Just to let you know some of my chapters will be a lot shorter and more slower than others because I want to build the feel up that its awkward between the two of them J just in case you were beginning to wonder if any of my chapters will be longer lol Don't worry they will be, I'm just taking it slow at the start, with a lot of dialogue between them, just so they can get an idea of each other's personality and character. Review Review Review! Any ideas on what has happened to them? :p-here you go i fixed up the font.. i'm sorry it went all bold, my pc does it automaticly :)
Hermione walked towards the Kings Cross Station. Little Shadow toddled along beside her. Shadow suited her name, her dusky coat along with the fact that she seemed to prefer the shadows than the sunlight…a bit like herself. Hermione looked up from the little Mooniff, scampering along side her to where the trolleys would have been, only there wasn't any there and she really needed a trolley to place all her items in. She spotted a Security guard and made her way over to him.
"Excuse me sir, where is the trolleys? They are usually sitting over there, but I'm afraid I didn't see any," she asked pointing to the area where they would have been sitting. The Security guard was kind enough and gave Shadow an odd look before he moved away, arms swinging as he did. The sun beamed on her once again, she tried her best not to scratch her arms and chest but the prickly sensation was unbearable at the best of times. She moved over to a shaded part but still in view so the Security guard would still find her.
It was about 5 minutes when the guard returned, he waved to her to catch her attention and pointed to the new set of trolleys. Hermione walked over quickly and thanked the man for his assistance and then left with a trolley just as quickly. She had a lot on her mind and doubt she would find this whole year easy as the air she breathed. Exams, Dark Lord rising, Death Eaters at every door, Professors pounding her brains more so this year, Friendships and now the addition of maybe a new player? Could she really get that close to Malfoy? Was it a crush? Was he up for a little rough and tumble-because that was what he was going to get…after all she did like to see him squirm under her gaze. She liked the way he fidgeted with himself as she sent mixed messages through her eyes and body.
As she was walking through the Kings Cross Station she didn't even need to look up to where platform 9 ¾ was, as she knew the area all too well after coming here for so long. She walked her trolley through, with little Shadow being the only one who was freaked out when the wall engulfed them. The images after the wall was always the shock in the arrival to platform 9 ¾. The smoky station was hard to breathe in and the rush and clatter of people was an annoyance in itself. She could barely make out faces as they blended in with one another, with the blur of colour radiating off passenger-by's coats and tops.
She lifted Shadow up, were the pup yawned and tiredly flopped over her arm. Murmuring to the pup and to herself to set herself straight, she got closer to the loading cart where she shrunk her cases and bags down to fit the series of pockets for each pupil's processions. After her bags were safely placed away, she thanked the loader and then ascended the runway to find a compartment with a familiar face or two.
The train seemed smaller each year she boarded it. She remembered how big and bright with crimson tones it had looked the first year she caught it, whereas now its surface had a need for a new coat of colour and gleam. The compartments had the usual smell of leather from the faded and discoloured seats in each stall and she couldn't help but smile when she thought and recalled the memories that took place on the old train. She spent a few minutes side-stepping and edging her way in, out and between people to try and scout around for Ron, Harry or Ginny and she couldn't help but notice the flattering stares and the numerous raised eyebrows as she strolled past them. She smirked to herself and raised an eyebrow in return as if to say, "Look But Don't Touch." Wolf whistles followed her as she walked up the isle and it wasn't long until she had found the gang, were she slid open the door and stepped in.
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Draco walked his Mooniff pup up the runway. The pup had seemed to grow a bit since he was out of the cage. Maybe there was some growing property that they had as well as being able to detect objects in the dark. Radar pulled on his leash, scouting and sniffing around for anything that could be of interest to his new master. Draco smiled at the pup and then regained composure as people glanced his way.
They stepped aside for him, knowing what he could do and what his family could do to them without the slightest hint of bother. He wanted that to go away but then again, it had its good points and bad. When people left him alone and stayed clear of him, he couldn't possibly hurt them and he was alone with his thoughts, were he could find out more of himself. However when he was with people, he could socialise and blend in like an ordinary person. He sighed and ran his hands through his hair and then finding the compartment with Crabbe, Goyle and Pansy, he entered.
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"Hermione??" they each said in unison. Hermione smiled and winked in return. They each jumped up wanting to ask so many questions, wanting to know; How her summer was and wanting to welcome her with hugs and squeezes. She laughed as they crowded her and after their long greetings they settled for the long journey to Hogwarts.
"So Hermione, how have you been? I haven't heard from you in ages! Its been like- forever!" asked Ginny, sitting off the edge of her seat, obliviously the excitement of seeing her good friend had got the better of her.
"I have been keeping good-yeh," Hermione replied, "I know, I couldn't call upon an owl to send messages because of what the Ministry has said about; No sending owls as it may give your position away…like I'm a member of a swat team, over and out commander…"
"Swat team?" questioned Ron and Ginny with confused looks on their faces. Hermione and Harry looked at each other and sighed. Then with tremendous effort, they slowly and painfully briefed Ron and Ginny on the Army, Royal Air Force and Royal Navy. When they had finished to the best they could, all they heard was Ron's complaints of how they should fight You Know Who instead of Witches and Wizards. They just laughed at his efforts to seek reason.
"What did you get up to in Summer, Hermione?" asked Harry, "I hung around the Burrow and me and Ron went to another Quiddich match, it was pretty cool-a lot more gruesome than the last one we went to…Who was it again?…um, Switzerland and Beltfly, who were a new team apparently…"
Hermione smiled to herself she just couldn't believe that she was with her friends again. She admitted that her summer was quite quiet apart from the odd club or house party that she went to. She noticed that all her friends had grown, Harry was a lot taller and lankier with the same and usual scruffy hair. She noticed that his clothes were far too big for him, probably a set of Dudley's old clothes from the past.
Ron was far more built up than last year and like always had an extreme appetite for anything eatable. His hair was short and fringed around his face, giving himself a messy and laid back appearance. Ginny had fairly filled into her curves this year, she remembered last year all she did was complain that she had a chicken chest, whereas now she had a deviate cup size. Her eyes were bigger and a slightly darker shade of blue and her hair wasn't as ginger but rather a brownish/chestnut in colour. They had each changed since last year and she hoped that they hadn't changed their personalities along with their appearances.
Time passed and they each asked questions and played games to help the train ride pass in duration. Hermione kept an eye on the time and took her leave to go and do prefect duties which were to patrol the train isles. She decided that she would report first in common room at the far end part of the train and so walked towards the far door.
When she arrived there was no one present and so closed the door and took a seat to await the other prefect to attend the short briefing. It felt like hours until someone showed up and it wasn't someone that she expected to show up at all.
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Draco was completely bored sitting there with Crabbe, Goyle and Pansy. They hadn't changed much over the summer as Crabbe and Goyle were still their plain faced, short-worded selves and Pansy was the usual bitch in the picture, constantly spoiling things rotten. Little Radar seemed to be the only reason he could stick it. The mooniff pup curled up in the basket opposite Draco and rested its head to sleep. He forgot they were nocturnal and preferred the dark to light and so he closed the lid over slightly giving the mooniff pup some darkness to sleep in. A bell above them rung. Draco glanced at the others. They seemed to stare at him expectantly.
"What?" asked Draco confused. Crabbe and Goyle shrugged to themselves and Pansy answered him.
"Your prefect duty starts now, so that bell sounds off when you have to go and do it," answered Pansy rolling her eyes at the end. Draco wanted to hit her so bad but after getting up he cracked open the door and slid it shut with a bang. He marched up to the common room, rage steamed off him, that woman made him sick and he couldn't stand being in the same place as her-never mind her snuggling up to him. He couldn't get out of it without the rest of them wondering, what was wrong with him and that in its self would be fatal.
He opened the door after unlocking it but there was barely any light to see anything clearly, all that remained was the ends of a faintly, flaming candle with the drips of solidified wax hanging below it. He closed and re-locked the door and then fumbled for a seat. He had been in this room before and knew where the sofas where placed. When he reached what he thought would be the first sofa, he recoiled back. He felt skin. Smooth, silky skin.
"Watch now, we aren't even on a first name basis yet," stated a voice. Her voice was familiar and he longed to hear it again.
"Granger..?"
"Exactly my point…care for a drink?"
He didn't get to reply, as she stood up from the couch and as she walked past him, placed one hand on his chest. With her nails she trailed them along his chest until she was not within reach of him. He heard her walk over to the counter and there she mumbled a spell under to breathe. Faint lights lit the place up and Draco stood there looking around dazed. Hermione pointed to the door and a second lock sounded. Draco raised an eyebrow to her and with a smirk she replied.
"So we don't get disturbed." She handed him a drink in a tumbler. He smelt it and tasted it. It was Fire Whiskey. He laughed.
"Are you trying to get me drunk?" he asked seriously. She winked in return.
"Why would I need you drunk to do anything with you, when I can have you now?" she downed the whiskey and he followed the gesture shortly after, "How are you Malfoy? You look tense-Are those friends of yours giving you bother?"
"Umm no, not that I know of…" answered Draco beginning to think he had fallen into a trap of some kind, where the rest of the Golden Trio will jump out and attack him when ever he next closed his eyes.
"Shame cause I know a thing or two about relieving stress," she sighed to herself and ran her hands through her hair as she rolled her head from side to side, when she was done she locked eyes with him, "Want me to show you?"
He looked up at her as she moved behind the sofa, which he was sitting at. She placed her hands on his shoulders and pulled him back into the sofa for comfort. Her hands began rubbing his shoulders, neck and back and he could feel all the discomfort and frustration fade away from him, his hands were tingly with pins and needles and everything he felt was numb. He began to feel weightless and relieved by the end of it.
"Goodness you were tense," whispered Hermione in his ear. It made him shudder but he wasn't cold, he was in total bliss. He could feel her breathe tickling his neck and with each breathe she took and released, he could feel the monster inside him longing for her. All of a sudden she stopped and whilst moving away for a seat, she tried to hide a smile. He caught a taste of honey In the air as she did.
"What are you smiling at?" but he realised he didn't need an answer when he looked down at himself and there he found out were all the stress had went to, as he was quite hard in is boxers. Well so what if she turned him on, usually a girl would have to be wet and in bed for him even to begin to get turned on, but here Granger was merely massaging his shoulders and he was already keen and needy for her. He blushed and noticed that his boxers felt tight and annoying now and so he tried to think of something to take his mind off the pulsing feeling down below. Hermione wasn't helping she lay on the long couch in front of him and began to take off her boots, in a seductive way. He watched her bite her lips and he liked the way she bent over so that you could see the slightest glimpse of her French, laced, underwear just above her hip-hugging, school skirt. Underwear that he wanted to tear off her. He shuddered and stood up. She watched him move towards her. The fire between them flared and she let a moan escape her lips before he had even laid a hand on her. He bent down to get closer to her, when she spoke.
"Kiss me Malfoy, like you did earlier-" she didn't have time to finish as Draco was already carrying out that favour. Their lips crashed, both seeking entry into each other's mouth, wanting to experiment and taste each other. The force from Draco pushed her down and they were caught up in a passionate frenzy. Hermione took the time to run her hands all over Draco's built body to torture him further by sliding his shirt up slightly. Ironically, she found that she couldn't wait anymore and boldly slid a hand up under Draco's shirt. Her eyes rolled back, the feeling of Draco's warm and damp skin brought pleasure to her, she could feel his abs pressing down against her wanting her to feel more of him. Draco tensed and then relaxed when he felt her hand on his skin and decided to return the favour. He unclipped her bra-strap through her jumper and then with lust blind eyes, watched Hermione's reaction as he stroked her breasts. She moaned in displeasure at his unfair stroke through her jumper, if it wasn't for him on top of her, she would have had her jumper and shirt off by now. She decided to give him a clear and strong message by arching her back up for him to do more. Draco smirked obliviously aware that his action left her wanting more and so with a quick blur he pulled up her top to carry out the rest of his actions.
Her breasts felt firm and round through her shirt, her abdomen was flat and toned with slightly defined ab lines shaping her body. He lifted her shirt up and kissed her softly beside her centre belly where he could smell honey all over her skin. Perfume maybe? Natural body scent? He didn't know what it was but it triggered off something in the back of his mind and he had an overpowering urge taste her.
Hermione moaned in delight. She could feel his tongue teasing her stomach along with trails of kisses which he ran as far up as the side of her chest. She growled wanting his hot breathe on her breasts and arched up gently grazing her silky skin against his lips. Draco reached around and unclasped her bra strap through her shirt, as quick as he could. Removing it revealed his hidden delight beneath the shirt and caressing and stroking her breasts caused him to grow impatient. He wanted her so badly especially with her excited moans and honey scent filling his mind. She could feel the slightly chilled air touching her nipples and with her additional horniness her nipples felt hard. Draco undid her shirt and removed her bra leaving her shirt intact. Hermione locked eyes with Draco, she wanted him to bite her, she was that horny. Draco hovered above her, lips so close.
"Hermione I want you so badly, I don't know what has come over me, I need you to tell me if you want it to before I can go on," whispered Draco into her ear. Hermione moaned. She didn't need words to explain the longing passion they were both feeling. She took Draco's head and restarted their passionate kiss. She could feel his member hardening and she wanted to feel it on her skin. She moaned through their kiss and gripping Draco's hair in one hand she used the other to remove his shirt.
Hermione rolled them over until she was on top, straddling Draco; she felt dominate being on top. She loved the idea of him looking up at her, begging for more and moaning her name. She trailed kisses all down his body from his jaw line to his waist, with each kiss she could feel him hardening. Her hands went to his thighs were they began to rub their way up. The frustration was building and she was so wet that she was sure her pants her damp. Draco knew it too, he could feel the warmth radiating off of her and her dampness could be felt on his lower abdomen, it drove him mad thinking about what he would do to her in a few minutes time.
She rubbed his lower thigh and pulling up to his middle thigh, where she received a groan from him. She moved upwards to his upper thigh where the heat of his groin was flaming. Draco rolled his eye back he wanted her to feel him, just to put the torture to an end and to release some frustration. A shiver out of no where shook him, it felt so good, the pleasure was increasing. He opened his eyes and realised Hermione's hands where rubbing his member slowly through his trousers. A groan escaped his lips and she unclipped his belt buckle and unzipped his zipper to allow the pressure disappear for a while. He was so hard, Hermione could see his throbbing head above his boxers. She reached down and tickled the tip with her tongue. Draco took a sharp inhale of breathe and forcefully pushed Hermione aside.
He was on top and ready. He pulled his trousers off and slipped her shirt off. It was just them both in underwear now. He reached down and gently stroked her sensitive area. Hermione groaned. "Are you sure?" asked Draco. Hermione replied by murmuring a silencing charm to block all sound leaking out. "I take that as a Yes," sniggered Draco as he pushed aside her pants and placed a finger at her entrance. It felt warm and tender from all the excitement. Hermione breathed harder now wanting him to slip into her, she reached up to his shoulders to hold on to for support. She knew this was going to be such a ride. The excitement was building, she was ready to scream already, but not until she knew he had plunged into her.