DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER! I ONLY OWN THE PLOT.
Seventeen
Bursting out of the library Hermione stopped short, trying to catch her breath which was filled with sobs. She didn't know what had happened back there or how but she knew that in a way she had failed Emily. How could I stand there in his arms and think that with a murderer I could be safe? Hermione didn't know the answer and she had a strong feeling that she did not want to know. Before anyone else could find her here Hermione rushed to the fat lady's portrait and gave her the password after checking behind her.
"Hermione!" She looked down and saw that Lucius was fast approaching. Oh Merlin come on, come on! She pleaded. The fat lady kept on trying to sing her new obsession with classical music while Hermione was sweating bullets. Her legs were still wobbly and her heart was racing not to mention her underwear was damp! Lucius took the steps two at a time trying to reach her before that annoying lady opened the door.
"OPEN UP!" Hermione screamed ignoring the gasp from the lady. Giving her a rude look, the fat lady opened the door and Hermione ran inside. The door slammed shut just as Lucius had made it towards the portrait. He cursed long and low in a foreign language. The fat lady looked at him disapprovingly.
"Now just because you are a teacher that gives you no right to come here. The Slytherin's are on the other side." Lucius gave her a dark look. Maybe what Sirius Black had done to her was good. He didn't blame the man.
"Thank you my dear lady," he said venomously and left.
Inside Hermione looked around at the deserted common room. The fire was slowly burning in the fireplace. Scattered books and papers lay around the tables.
Everyone is living a normal life what the hell is wrong with me? Hermione thought. Yawning Hermione ran a hand through her hair. Her lips were still bruised and swollen from earlier before, not to mention her body still tingled. With a groan, Hermione collapsed into one of the chairs by the fire. The day events had taken quite a toll on her. And I never figured out those goddamned dreams! It was obvious that the library had no answers for those dreams. It was apparent that those dreams dealt with very powerful and dark magic. The library wouldn't have something like that. But who would? It would either have to be Snape for Malfoy. Hermione shuddered at the last part.
No way in hell would she ask Malfoy for any help. But it seemed like he would have something to her problems. He was a death eater before so of course he had to know. You can't go around trusting him. A few years ago he wanted to wipe the world clean of all the muggle borns! That was a fact Hermione couldn't ignore. Why would he kiss her if he had wanted to kill her before? That part made no sense whatsoever. The other part which also didn't make a lot of sense was why she had kissed him. I should have slapped him! Next time Hermione made sure she would, except the way he had intertwined their fingers together was one of the sweetest gestures any none had done for her. How could she slap a man who had not reached for her breasts first? And a man who had held her face so gently in his hands while he took the kisses slowly too?
God men were so damn confusing! Deciding that it was late enough and she hadn't started in any assignments Hermione walked up the steps to the room of the head girl. Before she had slept in the regular rooms because McGonagall hadn't been able to prepare the rooms for the Head Boy and Head Girl. Opening her door Hermione stripped down and walked into the bathroom. The entire bathroom was so clean and big she smiled. The tires were made of white marble and had an immediate drying spell in case the water dropped. The shower was pre-adjusted to warm settings for the body temperature and the bath filled up with scented, warm water at one touch. Deciding today was a day to shower, Hermione slipped off her bra and panties and slipped into the warm water letting a sigh escape her lips.
In his quarters Lucius Malfoy wasn't having as much fun as Hermione was having. He was sitting, staring into the fire with a bottle of fire whiskey. Every time her lips or eyes flashed into his head, Lucius brought the bottle to his lips and took a huge swallow. Damn females! he thought. All they did was play games and get hot and cold. He took another drink of fire whiskey. Why had she ended the kiss so fast? Had he done something wrong? I can't believe I, Lucius Axabax Malfoy, am sitting here getting drunk because a pretty, curvaceous female decided to end their kiss! This wasn't a date for Merlin's sake!
The only time he had sat and began to drink like a mad man was when he had asked a young lady in his fourth year of Hogwarts for the Yule Ball. And that had been when he was fourteen! He wasn't fourteen anymore! He was a grown man who had had people beg at his feet for mercy and had bedded the most beautiful women in the Wizarding world! Yet here he was drowning out his sorrows because of one measly kiss! One measly, mind blowing kiss mind you! A voice in his head reminded him. That's not the point! Lucius shot back. There was something on Hermione's mind and he would figure out what.