Dreams of Lust and Love

Chapter: Two

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The next morning Hermione awoke to the sounds of a shower and the sun shimmering brightly through the window. The curtains had been opened by someone earlier that morning. She stretched the length of the couch, a faint stiffness in her neck and her eyes were even a little sore this morning. It took her a moment to remember the events of last night. After she blinked away the dreariness of the morning she sat bolt-upright and looked around her in horror.

Quickly she walked to her room and shut the door, she rested her head back against the shut door, thudding her head back against the wood. A groan passed her lips, brow furrowed and eyes shut tight together.

"What in the bloody hell have I done? I just as well slept with the best known woman abuser in the school. Merlin what have I done?" Hermione rubbed her eyes, before she looked at the time and sighed. "I've slept most of the morning away. It will be time for lunch and Harry and Ron will be worried sick." Gathering together an outfit, she opened the door cautiously and poked her head around the corner. The bathroom door was open and Malfoy's bedroom door was shut. She made her way to the bathroom and locked the door behind her.

The second she was beneath the hot water of the shower she scrubbed her body as if layered in mounds of dirt. Her mind was only on the thought of curling up with Malfoy, how he had put his arms around her in a gesture of caring and maybe even sympathy. "Of course. As if that man has a single caring fiber in his entire being." She muttered to herself. "What were you thinking Hermione, you dimwitted fool."

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Malfoy stretched his arms above his head slowly; his eyes remained closed as a long yawn passed his pale lips. In that moment he forgot where he was and why there was something warm pressed against his side. As his silver eyes slowly opened he gazed down at the brown curls that were all too familiar to him. Her arms were still around his midsection, however much looser than before. Her breathing was even and calm, compared to the night before. It brushed across his still bare chest in a rhythmic way as he continued to look down at her, watching her sleep for a moment.

It occurred to him then that this wasn't okay. He shouldn't be doing this right now, having his arm around her, hers around him. He shouldn't be watching her sleep like he was, or admiring her innocent, simple beauty. He removed her arms from around him, gently laying her down against the couch. She simply settled down as if nothing had happened and continued like she was. He watched her for a moment more, the way her lips curved slightly up in a smile at whatever was in her dreams, the way her chest rose and fell with her breathing. Malfoy shivered and turned away from her before she could further seduce him without even attempting.

He walked to the window and opened the long, scarlet curtains. The sun was just beginning to rise over the hills and from this window he could watch this moment. His mind was lost and confused as to what was going on. How could he have showed that moment of compassion to that girl? She hated him, surely. No matter how much he attempted to ever make up for the years of torment he couldn't. But who said that he wanted to make up for all those years of torment that he had inflicted on her and her friends? A slow smirk crossed his features as he leaned against the window frame and watched the sun rise. "I don't care about that stupid little bint. I was merely tired and taken by her moment of sudden weakness, nothing more."

Though he nodded at his own comment, as if attempting to back it up with his own convictions, he knew it wasn't true. He knew that, somewhere within him, he did care for the muggle-born witch, even if it was merely a twinge of caring. It was enough that it could damage who he was and everything he had been raised to believe. He let his head lean against the window frame, watching the sun rise above the hills and light the room around him slowly. The few clouds above changed colors from a pink, to an orange and then to their usual white. Malfoy raised his hand and rested it against the pane of glass before him. It was freezing to his touch, a cold that even this sun couldn't take away. Winter's chill had taken over the land for the next several months and there would be snow on the ground before Christmas holidays.

He sighed gently, letting his eyes close for a brief moment before he pulled away from the window. The sun had risen to a fairly decent height now and he decided he needed a good shower to get him back into his right senses. "Merlin only knows what will happen to me if this continues."

As the water poured from the spout Malfoy looked at himself in the mirror. He looked more alive then he had in a while. His cheeks were tinged with a faint color of pink, whether from the cold or from the nights adventure he didn't know. There were faint lines where Hermione's hair and been pressed against his chest and he brushed his fingers gently over those places before shaking his head. "What is wrong with me? I'm practically drooling over that little book-worm." Stepping into the shower, Malfoy let the warm water drift over him, his eyes closed as the water dumped along his back and neck muscles. He rolled his head about his shoulders before really cleaning himself of what he normally considered the filth of her dirty blood coming anywhere near his perfection.

Malfoy spent a long time under the heat of the shower head and the warmth of the water, attempting to put his mind back into the order in which he had always thought of her. Though he had agreed, however silently, to get along with her for the basis of both their last year of schooling, he had under no circumstances agreed to liking her. For whatever his mind could come up with against her, he could think of a million reasons why that wasn't true. It frustrated him. He wanted to scream, but he didn't want to wake her. He wanted to rage and be furious at her for touching him, but he couldn't after the look on her face surfaced. There were too many things swimming through his mind.

Finally turning off the shower he looked at himself in the mirror, again. This time he looked haggard, angry, and confused. He composed himself and made his way back to his bedroom. He took a quick look at the couch to see if the little book-worm was still sleeping. He frowned at her not being there when he came to look down at her, quickly dashing that thought from his mind and made his way to the bedroom, he swore he heard something thud against Hermione's door, but he chose to ignore the sound and get dressed.

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Hermione made her way down to lunch, feeling somewhat better after spending time doing homework and reading. She felt like her mind was back in its right place and she could see Malfoy without really caring about what had passed between the two of them the night before. She strolled down the corridor towards lunch, a few last minute stragglers ahead of her.

Once inside the Great Hall she spotted her two best friends and smiled as she made her way over towards Ron and Harry. They both looked at her curiously and she tilted her head slightly and looked back at them with a raised brow. "What? Don't give me that look."

Ron, with a mouth full of food, responded "We missed you at breakfast this morning, Hermione. Where were you?" Hermione rolled her eyes slightly, making a disgusted look at Ron talking with his mouth full.

She responded nonchalantly. "I got to bed late last night and slept in a little later than expected is all. After I woke up I did some reading and homework before coming doing for lunch." Hermione shrugged her shoulders a little bit and poured herself a warm bowl of stew. At this her stomach rumbled loudly and Harry laughed at her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders in a brotherly fashion, though she couldn't help but let her mind wonder to the night before and a faint blush crept up on her cheeks. The boys, being quite slow assumed it was from the loud grumble of her stomach.

"Eat up then, Hermione! You did skip out on breakfast anyways so you must be starved." Harry dished her up more stew then she was sure would even fit in the bowl before grabbing her several slices of bread to go with it.

"I'm not sure I can eat all of this, Harry. No matter how hungry I might be." Hermione laughed as Harry insisted she eat it all before they even thought about leaving the Great Hall. Shaking her head she began to eat the stew, feeling it warm her all the way down and put a smile on her face as well a ceasing to the rumbling in her stomach. As Ron and Harry began talking Quidditch and how they felt it would go on this year, Hermione turned her attention to her food and a mental checklist of any homework left to finish later when the doors to the Great Hall opened.

No one else seemed to notice but they caught Hermione's attention and she saw that familiar blonde hair step in and look around. His eyes landed on hers and frowned slightly before he made his way towards the Slitherin table where Pansy Parkinson made a seat available right next to her. Shaking his head he sat down rather near the end of the table, closer to where Hermione herself was seated at the table next to there's. Parkinson looked down at him with the largest pout she could muster and Hermione couldn't help but snort slightly into her next bite of food at her desperate attempt to gain his attention. Malfoy looked up towards Hermione with a raised brow, as though he had not only heard her thoughts, but heard her snort. Rather than ignore him she waved slightly in his direction. Much to her surprise he gave her a very small, almost not noticeable wave in return. She stopped with the spoon half-way to her mouth and looked slightly surprised.

Ron, being the first to notice her sudden pause in eating looked at her, and then to what she was looking at. As Ron does, an angry look passed over his features when he saw Malfoy looking right back at her with a smug look on his face. "I'd stop eating too if I found that prat staring at me, too." Hermione blinked and looked at Ron, giving him a stern look.

"He didn't do anything to me or you Ron, so calm down. Don't jump to conclusions about something that didn't happen." Ron fell silent though he still shot daggers behind him at Malfoy who acted as if he didn't see Ron, or the Gryffindor table at all. Hermione went back to eating her lunch and Harry looked between Malfoy and Hermione for a moment, a thoughtful frown on his face though he made no comment about what had passed between the two. It had mutual agreement to keep something silent; something that had passed between the two.

"Why don't we take a walk around the lake? It might be cold outside, but it's bright and I'd hate to pass up a clear day. Merlin knows when we'll get another one." Hermione looked up at Harry and nodded her agreement, even Ron looked happy at the prospect of getting out of the Great Hall, away from the slimy Slytherin, git as he put it.

"I'll have to get my cloak and things so I don't freeze outside, but I'll meet you by the doors in… ten minutes?" Hermione took her last bite of stew and set her spoon down after asking the question, looking from the two boys. Both of them nodded their heads and all three rose to get their things.

Once out of the Great Hall, Hermione went up the stairs to her shared dormitory with the Head Boy. Draco Malfoy. She lets a small sigh pass her lips at this thought as she muttered the pass word to the woman who guarded their rooms. She smiled at the warmth the flooded her as she entered the common room. The fire was lit and roaring in the fire place across the room from her, causing the forest green couch to glow around the edges and the red chairs to appear more red then usual on either side. The curtains were still open on the windows and were letting the afternoon light flood in. The carpet was a simple gray in color. The whole room had a comfortable effect on a person, even when both of the Head's were in the same place at the same time.

This sight always made Hermione pause for a moment and look about her to appreciate being the Head Girl and all the things she had done to get here. So it's no surprise she jumped when a soft voice spoke directly beside her ear. "Your breath is still taken as if this is the first time you've seen this room, huh Granger?" Hermione couldn't help the sheepish smile that flitted across her lips at the familiar voice in her ear. She turned around and looked at Malfoy, standing up with that same smirk that he always has had since she first met him, arms crossed across his chest casually as he looked at her.

"I don't know what you care for, Malfoy. Just because you see such exquisite things every day doesn't mean we all do." She frowned up at him and he shrugged his shoulders without much care.

"That happens when you actually have money to buy things, Granger. Not that you, or any of your friends, would know such a thing." Her brows knitted together for the briefest moment and a look of pain passed across her eyes as she looked at him, causing Malfoy to falter and the smirk to slip from his lips for a second.

"I don't understand you, Malfoy. One second you're an amazing, sweet, consoling person, someone who I could almost care about like a person and a friend. And then you turn around and become this arrogant, self assured snob who thinks that he knows all there is to know about the world." She turned on her heel and walked away from him, stalking into her room, grabbing her scarf, cloak and mittens before brushing past Malfoy on her way out the door.

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Malfoy frowned as he watched her walk out passed him without so much as a goodbye or a see you later. For whatever reason this upset him causing his brows to bunch together as he stood there watching her walk out the door, after her friends. He couldn't bring himself to apologize for what he had said to her, or the cruel way in which it had to have sounded to her ears. Though the flicker of a smile he did see on her lips encouraged him to believe that maybe she really did think something of him other then what her friends thought him to be. It was doubtful, but he didn't know.

Making his way to the green couch he sat down, stretching his arms across the back of it and resting his head back, letting his eyes slowly close. For a while he just laid there and thought about the things that had passed between him and the Head Girl in just the last twenty-four hours. Small things that seemed so much bigger in his mind. Perhaps it was because of the differences between the two of them that seemed to make all the difference in the world. Her blood and his. Her status versus his. It was all a big mess in his mind. He let out a long groan. He didn't want anything to do with her that extended outside of what was already happening between the two, and what would further be forced for them to do together.

He couldn't understand why, all of a sudden, he began to look at her in a new and different light. Perhaps it was because of the dreams that he found himself enthralled by every night. Wanting to sleep just to get to see her beneath him, to see her taunt him and tease him in a way that he didn't know Granger couldn't even behave. It made her look wicked and devilish. He liked that side of her better than anything. But he also found her anger quite adorable, the way she would stomp her foot and cross her arms. Also the small blush that would creep across her cheeks when she was embarrassed by something or too afraid to say something she knew would be slightly inappropriate. They were signs of her innocence as a woman and as a book-worm student.

Those dreams were a side of her that Malfoy felt was really there beneath the skin. Someone just had to slowly creep in and expose that side of her which she would never allow anyone to see. The wicked side of her that made her tease him, rub him and lure him to bed with her. Not that she would need to lure him much; he would go with her willingly even if she just looked at him and motioned with her eyes towards the bedroom. He would gladly take her. Anywhere, and at anytime she desired. Just the thought of those dreams made him want to find some willing partner and take her to his room. But he knew it wouldn't be the same because it wouldn't be Hermione. It would be some willing bint that meant nothing and would be tossed out before the night fell.

Malfoy sighed slowly, letting his mind settle down until he fell asleep there on the couch. His arms stretched across the back of it, his head back and mouth ever so slightly opened as his breathing began to even out and another dream over took him.

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When Hermione entered the dormitory she was once again greeted by the warmth of the fire which was most welcome. She had had a marvelous time with her friends, laughing and talking in the cold afternoon. And when the clouds began to gather and the snow began to fell it was only that much more fun for the three of them. Soon there were snow ball fights and laughter that rang around them. It was a moment of joy in the tumult of what was to come.

Hermione made her way to the fire; the dormitory was almost dark now that the sun was sinking back behind the high hills on the other side of the school from them. She took off her scarf, mittens and cloak, laying them across the chair before she sat on the couch. It took her a moment to glance beside her and notice a sound asleep Malfoy at her side, her was obviously have some interesting dream judging by the sweat that he was soaked in and the smile on his lips. He let out a soft groan; it occurred to Hermione what it was he was dreaming of exactly and her cheeks burned bright red. She gently put a hand on his arm and shook him just slightly. When that didn't work she leaned over him and murmured softly to him. "Malfoy. Malfoy wake up, now." She shook him just a little bit more.

When he didn't wake up she rose her voice just slightly and before she knew what was going on, Malfoy's eyes and snapped open and shoved her back against the couch. He loomed above her, the fire playing across his face causing shadows to fall on the side that was hidden from the flames. Hermione's cheeks were still pink with cold and embarrassment at what he had to have been dreaming of. She let out a soft gasp as she felt him press down against her as if trying to prevent her from moving and she looked up at him, her brown eyes wide, his silver eyes narrowed and looking lustful. She began to get scared about what was going to happen when something clicked and he looked down at her somewhat confused and tilted his head, blonde hair falling across his face.
Hermione put her hands against his chest and gently pushed upwards, her comfort obviously being tread on as he leaned over her in this way, pressed against her form. Some part of Malfoy didn't want to move at her soft push, but the better side of him slowly lifted off of her and sat back. Hermione continued to lay on her back for a moment before she sat up, though she kept into the corner of the couch as if scared he would attempt to bite her. He made no move to ask her to come from the corner and merely sat in the middle of the couch, looking into the fire, the room around them dark for all but it. The silence that surrounded the two of them was only minutely awkward. Rather then sit in the silence and stare Hermione grabbed a book she had left on the table the night before and began to read. Malfoy continued to stare into the flames, a glazed look had crossed his face.

Neither of them needed to speak to the other to understand what had just happened. Something was going on that was slowly getting out of their control. Something they didn't know what do with yet and had no way to control. If it began to affect them outside of the dreams, imagine the damage that could be done to the both of them should what happens in the dreams escalate during the evenings when they were alone.

Both Head's shuddered at this thought and then looked at each other, the same thought present on both faces as they shook their heads and sighed. Hermione returned to her book and Malfoy to his reverie in the flames. What would happen was something neither of them could attest to. They had no choice but to wait and see what would happen.

Author's Note: Installment number two! Two un-accepting teens face something that is outside of their control. Fun stuff, I'd say. Anyways, I would just like to thank my first and.. well… only reviewer thus far! TiffANY your review was amazingly helpful and insightful. Thank you very much for your review! I hope you enjoyed this chapter too! Read and don't forget… review!