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Chapter 5:
He saw that she felt the strange presence radiating through them. It was all the permission that he needed. He pulled her back to him and quickly but softly slid his lips over hers. Her eyes grew wide as he did so, but she did not pull out of his reach. Instead, she slowly and shyly pulled herself closer against his body.
He saw this as a defiant invite for a repeat, but before he could react, she had crashed her lips into his. He was taken aback by her eagerness, but he wanted to control the kiss. He slid his tongue over her lips and she gladly opened them. His tongue wound its way around her small mouth. The taste she had was like a sweet, fruity flavor, maybe it was some kind of lip-gloss. He wanted to explore and find out.
Her hands found his golden locks and tangled themselves in them. She wasn't even thinking about how odd this situation was, she was just loving the feel of his glorious kiss. He was defiantly very practiced in this area. It towered over the power of any kiss she had shared with Viktor. In this kiss, she could feel all of the slight tension they had felt together release. Every awkward moment was crushed by the power of this 'kiss of life'.
As they were so focused on snogging, they slowly began to slide under the water. Neither noticed, nor cared. They had all the breath they needed.
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Draco stepped over the threshold of Malfoy Manor. He hid a grimace at the smell that invaded his nostrils. The house smelled of death. What a great welcoming, the foul stench of hatred. He thought bitterly.
"Father, what is it that the house smells of?" he asked, sounding respectful but there was so much hidden resentment behind the words.
"Don't ask questions Draco, you know that." Lucius spat.
"Yes, father." Draco replied. He quickly went up to his room to unpack his things. He hoped that he wouldn't be called down for dinner any time soon. The smell had turned his stomach. He opened his window and stared outside for quite some time. He looked over the grounds he had loathed so much as a child. Yes, they were spacious but he was never allowed to play in them. Oh, how many times he was told that they were to be looked at and shown off, not ruined in by children.
He sighed. The next few weeks would probably fly by. In a way, it was bittersweet. His absolute dreading of his birthday would cause the beginning of the summer to go by fast and allow him to get back to school- away from his father. But bitter because of the shear fear he harbored of the ceremony that would take place on that night that should be so special. He was going to be a legal man, every other guy in the world looked forward to that monumental day. But not every other guy was to be forced against their will to join what would be potentially the losing side of the war. Those lucky bastards could like whom they please and not be completely disowned for it.
That was one thing Draco was pushing out of his mind. Her. She threatened to invade it at every chance. He would see flowers and long to give them to her. He would see a body of water and want to swim with her. Chocolate was her eyes. Strawberries were her lips. Honey was her hair. See what that bloody girl does to me? She melts me damn it! Malfoy's don't do that He was becoming very enraged so he set off to actually unpack. This was he busied his hands and his mind.
This was of avoiding her in his mind was beginning to work. He found his Quidditch robes and started reminiscing on the games they'd played. Their one win of Gryffindor had been so sweet. The loss to Hufflepuff had been humiliating. He was satisfied with his wondering mind. That is until, he was throwing his dirty clothes aside. He came to the clothes that he had been wearing last night. They were still damp. He groaned. He slung them at the wall. That blasted Mudblood was like an infection.
He turned back to his trunk. He pulled out the rest of his clothes and called for a house elf to take them away. It was his favorite elf that showed. He bowed deeply to Draco.
"Yes, young Master Malfoy? What can Dinny do?" the tiny, wide-eyed creatures asked him with adoration.
"Just take those clothes out of here and wash them." he flatly said, rubbing his temples.
"Yes Master." The elf went immediately to the pile of clothes nearly the same size as him. Then he paused, "Dinny senses that there is somethings wrong with Young Master." It was more of a question than a statement.
"It's fine Dinny, thank you." He told the little elf.
"Are you sures? Dinny can do anything for yous." The house elf turned back to the clothes not expecting a reply. He didn't receive one either.
The creature popped out of sight and Draco sat back down on his bed. This was certainly going to be a very very long summer.
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Hermione had very much the same evening. After the long, mostly silent ride back to London Station, Hermione's mom was waiting for her. She seemed impatient so Hermione didn't dally with depressing goodbyes. I wish I could've at least glimpsed his face before we left. She thought on the way to her home. The car ride was extremely uncomfortable and stiflingly silent. Her mom had, of course, found a new man. This one was young, Hermione couldn't help but think that he wasn't too much older than her. He didn't speak much and when he did, it wasn't to Hermione. She wondered if her mother had told him what she was. She seriously hoped not.
When they arrived at her home, which didn't feel very much like a home anymore, she lugged her junk up her stairs and began unpacking. Unlike Draco, she had already dried her clothes. She put all of her clothing into her closet neatly. She took all of her magic items and hid them in a safe box under her bed. She put her cauldron in the back of her closet. Her few wizard photographs, she put under her mattress. She looked back into her trunk. There were only a few items left. One was a picture frame with a normal, unmoving, muggle photograph. It showed her, Harry, Ron, and Ginny after a game of Quidditch. Of course, Hermione was too into the game, but was delighted that they had won the game against Slytherin. That was before she had had her long talks with Draco. They all had been so happy. She smiled at the smiling faces of her friends, and then she noticed something. She looked into the background and saw a face that she hadn't spotted before. Draco could be seen in the background of her photo. Though he was scowling at the group clad in red, just the sight of him sent a light shiver down her spine.
She sat the frame down on her nightstand and took her eyes off of it. Last night was a mistake! She told herself repeatedly. She didn't want to think about the kisses they shared and how they felt to her. We both just got caught up in the moment. She thought of his arrogant ways and the names he called her. It was just hormones. Though, no matter how many bad things she fueled her conscience with, no matter the many ways she tried to explain the situation with, she couldn't truly convince herself that there were no feelings. She whinged.
Her mother yelled to inform her that dinner was ready. She hoped that her mother's 'friend' had went home, but wasn't that lucky. When she emerged in the dining room, Hermione saw that the strange guy was sitting next to her mother. She took a seat opposite them, grudgingly. She looked at the meal on the table, a plain meal of soap with bread that looked incredibly stale. She internally sighed and ladled out a small amount into her bowl.
"Aren't you hungry girl?" the unnamed man asked her. She shrugged.
"Speak when spoken to Hermione." Her mother said sternly.
"No, I am not really hungry." She said as blandly as the food she had just tasted.
"You missin' that bloody school already?" he asked. She could tell by his voice that proper thought and speech were inhibited by some substance.
"No." she lied. "Happy to be home." She said with a bit too much venom.
"Don't get ratty with Marcus, Hermione!" her mother shouted.
"Oh, Jane don't worry 'bout it. She's probably just tired from that long train ride." He smiled a slimy smile at her. She knew that it seemed a bit dodgy but she was slightly grateful for the defense, however fake it might be.
The table went silent for the exception of spoons hitting glass. She ate her meal quickly so that she could be out of this strange atmosphere. She soaked her last piece of bread in the last drop of horrid soap. She popped it into her mouth and swallowed it quickly.
She was about to stand when Marcus said, "Thought you weren't hungry?" she stopped.
"Oh, I just wanted to get back to my reading." That wasn't entirely a lie, she could easily find a book that she wanted to read.
He scoffed. "S'not good to read all the time. You should do some more physical activities." She thought her heard a double meaning in his words that made her spine erupt in chills of disgust.
She commenced in getting up and putting her bowl in the sink. She rinsed it and hurriedly went back up to her room. She busied herself with a light bit of reading from Twilight, rerereading it. That's how she fell asleep, late that night, thinking of Edward and Bella. How that she was pure, innocent, and utterly enthralled with him, and he was gorgeous, experienced, and cold at times.
