I'm beyondddd sorry for how long this has took me to do, I'm in the middle of moving and don't have the internet so trying to get this chapter up has been hell. It is quite short, but enjoy ;)
'Hermy,
I saw you with that Griffin yesterday. I mean, wow. Personally, I nearly shit myself when it flew down from the roof, but seeing the look on your face made it all worthwhile. Your smile was utterly bewitching, I couldn't bring myself to look away, and that NEVER happens to me.
Beauty captures the eyes, the personality captures the heart. Every time I look at you, it's as if my heart's skipped a beat, it's like gazing into the eyes of an angel. Then, knowing just how captivating your personality is makes my heart stop.
I hope you're enjoying the start of term; personally I'm a bit unhappy. I left my stash of chocolate at home and I'm already having withdrawals. I have the worst sweet tooth ever; I can't wait for the first Hogsmeade weekend. I'm going to be raiding Honeydukes.
I don't know about you, but I hate this new curfew. I loved being able to just walk around at night and watch the stars in the sky. Yeh it's for safety, so in the long run I'll supposedly benefit from it, but I can't help but feel put out about it. The feeling of the wind blowing through your hair as you walk along the shore of a moonlit lake, the sound of the crickets and the leaves rustling in the trees, it's gotta be one of my favourite things about Hogwarts!
I heard about everything happening with Ron lately, I feel the need to pound him to a pulp whenever I see his obnoxious face...
I spoke to Dumbledore this morning. My mother's been entertaining her guards. It feels great to know that, for once, she doesn't have to worry about anything apart from enjoying herself. Living in fear for the majority of her life and never being allowed to do anything for herself was really starting to show, so I'm really excited to see her at Christmas.
I remember when I was younger; she'd sneak me out of the house and take me to a Muggle sweet shop in London. It was huge. I've never seen another place like it since! I guess that's where I got my sweet tooth from; my mother always had cravings for sugar. We'd spend hours looking through the shop, sampling everything sometimes more than once! Then we would buy as much as we could carry back. The only room my father wouldn't set foot in was the library, so we'd hide it in the drawers there. Reading a book surrounded by every kind of sweet you could imagine was pure heaven! He found out, once, that we were hiding treats; he had gone into the library to look for a book, something that never happened, and had opened a drawer. Sweets had gone everywhere. He screamed at us for what seemed like forever, telling us how we were forbidden from eating anything so 'disgusting' again. Seriously, all over having sweets! Sometimes we would go shopping out in France while my father was at meetings and we'd go to their local delicacy shops. We'd eat until we thought we were going to explode.
I think that's the only time I saw my mother ever truly smile; in front of my father she'd have to pretend she was an emotionless bore.
She also told me that I could only fall in love once, and she would always be my one true love... She was lying though.
Every time I hear your voice, I fall in love all over again.
X'
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The feeling of the cool silk underneath Hermione's bare back sent chills down her spine as the cold attacked her from every possible angle. Softly, a warm muscular body pressed against hers, as a delicate hand affectionately brushed her brown mane from her face. Her eyes pressed tightly closed, she could feel his humid and laboured breath against her skin, which surprisingly matched her own. Taking her hands from her side, she brushed them up the strong arms which were now placed on either side of her face. Sweat met her fingers, along with shivers erupting from his body at the feeling of her light touches. Hermione continued with her journey, caressing the wide shoulders which were mere centimetres from her own. They were closer then she had expected, and the idea excited her, causing her lips to turn upwards into a bittersweet smile. Lacing her fingers through his shaggy, flowing hair, she stilled herself as she anticipated his next move. In one swift yet graceful move, his lips were pressed against hers, moving in soft, fluent movements with hers. The smell of jasmine, musk, and peppermint overwhelmed her senses causing a small moan to escape her lips. At the opening of her lips, his tongue traced hers asking for permission, as another soft, barely auditable moan left her mouth, inviting his tongue to join hers. Bringing her tongue to meet his, Hermione let them dance with one another, each exploring the deep caverns of their partner's mouth. Her heart beat rapidly in her chest as he brought his hand up to her left breast, gently kneading it in his hands. Hermione gasped for breath, before arching her back. As their pelvis's met, she heard a husky moan leave his lips, as his hardened member pressed against her damp, aching core. His now dripping platinum hair stuck to her forehead as she pulled her legs around his hips, begging him to get closer. Hermione was in heaven, never had she thought it would be possible to feel like this, beyond pleasure. His lips lingered on hers as he began to slow, causing her to open her eyes.
Staring back at her, filled with lust, was a pair of silvery blue eyes.
Hermione jolted upright in her bed, panting and covered in sweat. Shit, now I'm fantasising about Draco Malfoy, how peachy. She confessed inwardly, shaking her head. That was wayyyy to vivid...
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Draco awoke suddenly, a large grin on his face. He had just had the same dream as Hermione.
Sure, he had dreamt about her before, but never in this sort of way. Normally, he would picture a future with her, or he'd be sitting with her in the library watching her divert all of her attention to the book in front of her. For someone who had never even been kissed before, this was all very new and ultimately engrossing for him. As he struggled to regain his breath, he wiped the sweat from his head with one hand, and threw his bed sheet off with the other before pushing his hair back from his sweaty face. Looking down, he quickly pulled the covers back over himself. Cold shower it is then... he told himself, standing from his bed and thanking Merlin that Blaise was still asleep.
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Hermione twirled a stray piece of hair between her fingers as she read Hogwarts, a History for what must have been the thousandth time. She was in a lovely mood after last night. When she had read the letter, she and Amato had walked along the side of a small brook, listening to the sounds of the night, only returning when Hermione began to fall asleep. The dream was still fresh in her mind, but she was choosing to not think about it. The Gryffindors were all long gone; Ginny had left for breakfast with Harry and Ron half an hour ago. As she had a free period to start the day, she had chosen to stay in the common room and read her favourite book. Her legs were spread down the length of the couch she was lying atop, head perched on the armrest. She suddenly felt her legs being lifted. Looking up, she smiled when she saw Dean Thomas place her legs over his lap. She stuck a placemarker in her book, set it on the floor, and turned to look at her friend whom she hadn't really spoken to since the end of fifth year.
"Hey Dean," she greeted amicably.
"'Ello Mione!" he answered happily, "You know, you can carry on reading. I don't want to bore you," Dean joked, winking at her.
"I think I'd rather speak to you," Hermione replied, matter-of factly.
"Merlin above, I missed you!" Dean all but shouted, as he grabbed Hermione and hugged her in brotherly fashion.
Hugging him back, Hermione let out a chuckle. "I missed you too Dean. You've gotten taller," she pointed out, raising her eyebrow at the tall, muscled boy.
"You know you find my tallness great. I'm all protective and... Stuff" Dean laughed. Hermione slapped him on the shoulder jokingly.
"Get a girlfriend Dean," Hermione teased, giggling. "So how come you aren't at breakfast?" she questioned.
"I saw you sitting here so I thought I'd talk to you. I'm not particularly hungry anyway," he shrugged.
"Did I ever tell you how amazing you are?" she beamed, and she leant her head on his shoulder, legs still spread on his lap.
"Can't say you have, but you should definitely start," Dean mocked.
"Shut up," Hermione teased, letting out a yawn.
"Only Neville's coming back here after breakfast, sleep little one," Dean whispered softly.
"Thanks Dean," Hermione murmured as she closed her eyes, falling to sleep almost instantly.
"Dean, have you seen Hermione?" Harry asked, walking into the common room with Neville.
Putting his finger to his lip, Dean pointed with his other hand to the sleeping bundle which was now nestled upon his lap.
"Wake her up would you," Harry not-so-politely commanded.
"No! I know what you want, Harry. Neville told me. If she wants to talk to Slytherins, she can. There's nothing wrong with that. Ron doesn't need to get involved. Even if we are mates. The next time he says something like that, I'll be the first one to deal with it." Dean answered quietly, looking back down at Hermione.
"I just want to try and put what he did straight, so wake her up," Harry explained.
"Once again, no. This is for Ron to sort out, not you. Plus, she's going through a lot lately, so she doesn't need this," Dean growled, sneering in Harry's direction, making both Harry and Neville take a step back. Dean was well known for being an easy-going person, so both of the boys had rarely seen him with any expression other than a smile on his face.
"Okay," Harry muttered, walking back out of the room.
"Is she okay?" Neville quizzed, bending in front of his friend and pushing the hair from Hermione's face.
"Yeh, just tired," Dean smiled, quickly mending his temper.
Neville smiled as he sat in the empty space and picked up Hermione's book. "How she finds this interesting is beyond me," he exclaimed with a shake of his head.
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Hermione walked into Arithmancy with her head down. Draco was in this class, and she knew as soon as her eyes met his that she'd turn a lovely shade of red. She had no idea how she was going to make it through an entire night studying by his side, the intoxicating smell of jasmine, musk, and peppermint attacking her senses... Hermione shook the thought from her head, that train of thought was definitely not going to help get rid of the memory of her dream.
The fact that she was back in her favourite class settled her thoughts, and she caught sight of Professor Vector who smiled widely at her. Pulling out her copy of Numerology and Grammatica,she settled into her seat and waited for the lesson to begin. As usual she was sitting on her own, which she much preferred for the lessons that required more of her attention. Once the Professor began to explain what today's lesson was about, Hermione started to rapidly take notes, all previous thoughts banished from her mind.
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"So, you're saying you had a wet dream over Granger for the first time last night?" Blaise asked, looking intently at his friend.
"Yeh, I've honestly never had one before..." Draco shrugged, thinking nothing of it.
"You're practically as chaste as they get mate," he mocked.
"I just prefer not to get around. Unlike some people," Draco smirked pointedly. Blaise shot him a poisonous look as he pulled out his textbook.
"Sleeping with one person is hardly getting around, though is it?" Blaise began to justify as Hermione walked into the classroom. "Ahh, speak of the devil! Our little lioness is awfully shy today isn't she?" he pointed out, as he witnessed her cheeks turn a light shade of pink while she stared at the floor intently.
"She's not our lioness, okay? But yeh, you'd think she was the one having the wet dreams," Draco mumbled, as realisation dawned on him, a large grin spreading across his face.
"Something like that," Blaise mused.
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Pacing down the empty corridor, Hermione listened to the patter of her own feet echoing around her. After Arithmancy, she had chosen to stay on the seventh floor; enjoying the soothing silence all around her while patiently awaiting the start of Herbology. Coming to the entrance of the North Wing, Hermione decided to take a peek, as it looked almost empty.
Picking out a book at random from the bookshelves lining the walls, she found a wide chaise lounge made of brown suede. Fluffing up the pillow, she lay on her side and began to read. The Tales Of Beedle The Bard; The Wizard And The Hopping Pot.
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Shuffling lazily along, Hermione reread the tale of The Wizard and The Hopping Pot in her head. Once again she was heading towards the kitchens, as she wasn't planning on eating with everyone else at dinner. As she reached the fruit portrait, she tickled the pear and walked in, to be greeted by Dobby.
"Dobby! Hi!" Hermione greeted the elf, getting down onto her knees to hug him.
"It be's a pleasure to see yous, Miss Hermione," Dobby replied. "Hows may I help yous?" he asked her sweetly.
"Could I have my dinner early? I don't want to eat in the Great Hall tonight," Hermione requested.
"O o o! Miss Hermione can be making cookies with Dobby!" Dobby told her excitedly.
"Sure," she confirmed, following the animated elf over to one of the long counters along the sides of the kitchen.
"We be mixing these together Miss Hermione, Dobby will help," he explained, handing over a bag of flour, which accidentally exploded when Hermione grasped it.
"Shit," Hermione chuckled, as Dobby frantically ran around the mess. "Dobby, it's okay; mess makes everything better!"
"Are you being sure?" Dobby asked, unsure.
"Yes, now come on," Hermione demanded, pouring flour into a mixing bowl.
By the time the cookies reached the oven, the kitchen was covered in flour, butter, sugar, eggs and chocolate chips. Dobby took out a plate, and with a snap of his fingers it had a small portion of fish and chips atop. Hermione licked her lips and began to consume the meal in front of her. Once she had eaten every speck of food on the plate, she watched Dobby take the large cookies from the oven, the smell of chocolate and vanilla filled the room, exciting Hermione's taste buds all over again.
"Dobby wrap them up for you to take, Miss Hermione?" Dobby asked quietly, gesturing to the baked goods.
"Please Dobby," she beamed.
"Dobby can clean the mess," as he went to snap his fingers, Hermione shook her head.
"I'd rather stay like this, cleaning up takes the fun out of cooking," she stated, grinning at the shocked house elf.
"If you wish..." he murmured, handing over the wrapped cookies, and giving her one to eat now.
"Glass of milk?"
Hermione nodded her head, with a click of his fingers, two glasses of milk appeared before them. Dobby seated himself by Hermione and dunked his own cookie into the glass, taking the smallest of bites. Smiling, he motioned for Hermione to do the same.
Eating their cookies, he and Hermione began to talk about anything and everything until the bell rang out.
"Oh, I best be going Dobby. I had fun today, thank you," she said lovingly.
"Please be coming back soon Miss Hermione, Dobby loves when you visit," he replied, hugging her middle softly. Waving, she picked up the cookies and left the kitchens, the ingredients covering her from head to toe momentarily forgotten.
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"Erm, Hermione... what's happened to you?" a voice asked suspiciously from behind her as she exited the fruit portrait. Jumping, she turned around quickly, only to find Blaise and Draco staring curiously at her. Hoping that the ingredients hid her crimson red face, she smiled and held up the bundle in her hands.
"I made cookies with Dobby," she informed them, as the smell of warm chocolate and vanilla wafted their way.
"Why didn't you ask him to clean you... can I have one of them? They smell amazing!" Draco exclaimed, breathing deeply. The flour had, in fact, covered her red face, leaving him unaware of her embarrassment.
"I'll bring them later, if you still want me to study with you? And I asked him not to clean me, the mess is the best part, aside from the cookies themselves of course," Hermione claimed.
"Yeh, yeh, later... why aren't you going to dinner?" Draco asked, shaking his head from all thoughts cookie related.
"I just... er, I just don't want to eat? Plus Dobby just made me some food, so I think I'll just go to my room and get cleaned up," Hermione hinted, turning to leave.
"Half past eight princess, don't be late," Draco winked while walking away.
"I wouldn't have thought flour could look that good on a person," Blaise admitted, shrugging his shoulders as he walked off to join his friend. "I think I just got a boner, I'm now imagining licking food off of someone." Blaise muttered in Draco's ear as he reached his side.
"Control yourself, Zabini," Draco growled.
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"So basically, he kept asking you out, so you shrunk his... ya know?" Blaise questioned sceptically.
"No, I wouldn't just shrink someone for that. He wouldn't stop sending me ridiculously childish chat up lines while I was trying to read. Paper planes were flying from every direction smacking me in the face; I only lost it when one hit me in the eye. When I walked over to him, he thought he was getting lucky. He thinks he's this irresistible guy, but really he's actually revolting in pretty much every way," Hermione replied, taking a bite from the still-warm cookie.
"Pansy said it's really hard to see," Draco announced. Hermione spat cookie across the library desk, as Blaise nodded in agreement with what had just been said.
"How would Parkinson know?" Hermione chuckled.
"She's easy, she'll admit that. She wanted someone different apparently, and McLaggen was just there. She got him in a dark broom closet, they started to kiss, her hand goes down and bam. She walks straight out, with him running after her begging her to carry on. Told everyone she had to hunt about for a while to actually find it, gotta admit, it put me off my food for a week. I sort of pity the guy as well. Pans isn't exactly one to keep a secret," Draco finished. Hermione was now trying to hold her delicate laughter in, in the hope that the librarian wouldn't hear. She and Draco sat on the window seat, while Blaise had taken an armchair and made himself comfy.
"Yeh, we were all eating lunch and she walked in looking really boastful. Daphne made the mistake of asking her what had made her so happy. Next thing we know, we're being told about someone's dick while we're eating sausages," Blaise shivered at the mental image.
"I am seriously amazing," Hermione managed to choke out between her silent laughs.
"I'll agree with you on that one," Blaise smirked, picking up his Felix Felicis essay. "So six months to brew... banned in sports... disastrous if made slightly wrong... and dangerous in large quantities, I think I'm done." Blaise smiled, tucking his roll of parchment into his bag.
"Me too," Draco and Hermione added at the same time.
"It's only ten and I really don't fancy going back to the common room..." Hermione began.
"We're not done yet, princess, I'm quite enjoying this little get-together," Draco proclaimed. Hermione beamed up at him, meeting his large orbs and staring deeply into them as her face slowly changed colour. "Embarrassed?"
"Pardon?" Hermione blurted out, looking quickly away from him.
"You've gone red, so I asked if you were embarrassed," he voiced, inhaling the stimulating scent of cinnamon, vanilla, and cherries that was being radiated from Hermione.
"Oh no, I'm just... warm," Hermione quickly said, realising how stupid that sounded.
"Take your cloak of then," Blaise stated, looking at her in a bewildered fashion.
"Yeh, I didn't think of that..." Hermione muttered as she began to pull the thick garment off. The feeling of the harsh coldness hitting her skin made her want to shiver, but she couldn't show them that, so quickly smiled behind her gritted teeth.
"Better?" Blaise asked, smirking brightly as if he knew she was lying.
"Uhum," Hermione hissed, glaring at the dark skinned boy.
Draco glanced between the two, a look of utter confusion on his face. "So... wonderful weather we're having, huh?" he asked sarcastically. Hermione grabbed her side, erupting with tearful laughter.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Blaise questioned, staring horrifically at his completely mental best friend. "Where did the weather come into this?"
"I... like weather?" Draco blurted out, shrugging his shoulders as his usually pale complexion turned crimson. At the roll of Blaise's eyes, Draco reached over and playfully hit his shoulder, muttering a quick 'shut up.' For the next several hours, the three sat discussing anything that came to mind, no matter how bizarre or utterly insane.
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"Hagrid over Snape, any day! Kissing Snape... just the thought repulses me. The grease on that mans hair, yep, definitely Hagrid," Hermione concluded, receiving a nod from Blaise and a shudder from Draco.
"Mine would be McGonagall, Trewlawney scares the shit out of me," Draco decided as Fay Dunbar skipped into the room.
"Mione! Hey, fifteen minutes to go, come on," Fay informed her, as Hermione began to grab her things.
"Oh, hey," she greeted shyly, looking at Draco and Blaise who were clearly insulted that their amusement for the night was being stolen from them.
Blaise nodded his greeting, while Draco held out his hand. "Hey, I'm sorry; I don't know who you are?" he stated a small smile on his lips.
"That's Fay, she's been my best friend since first year. Fay, as you probably know, this is Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini, they're in Slytherin," Hermione explained, stuffing the last of her books into her bag.
"Ready to go?" Fay nodded her approval, smiling at the Slytherins before turning to leave.
Grabbing Hermione's arm softly, Draco stared deep into her eyes.
"Where are you going?" he asked softly.
"Astronomy class, it's like... I dunno... Our thing I guess," Hermione grinned.
"You'll be here tomorrow won't you?" Draco pried, his face transforming into that of a puppy begging for attention. "Please," he added, making circles on the arm he still held with his thumb.
"Sure," Hermione replied, hugging him, before quickly hugging Blaise. "See you tomorrow," she waved, leaving the two to their own devices.
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"This weekend. Friday and Saturday night, Room of Requirement, sleepover is needed. I have so much to tell you!" Fay excitedly exclaimed, jumping slightly on the spot as they walked back to their common rooms after an hour of Astronomy.
Laughing, Hermione snaked her arm around the other girl's shoulders. "Of course, I missed our sleepovers."
"I'm sorry I couldn't stay with you for the holidays, with mum having the baby and all we were beyond busy," Fay reasoned. Hermione smiled knowingly.
"It's fine, I have stuff to tell you as well. Family stuff, and I also... have a secret admirer," Hermione winked saucily.
"Tell me. Right. Now!" Fay practically screamed.
"Nope, this weekend. You gotta wait," Hermione teased.
"Well, mine's to do with a crush... I want your help," she shyly explained.
"I'll be all ears," Hermione promised, pulling her friend into a tight hug as they reached the common room. "Talk to me tomorrow, yeh?" she added. Nodding as she muttered the password, Fay walked into the room and straight up to her dorm, leaving Hermione in the sitting area. Fishing in her bag for an ice mouse, Hermione pulled out the handkerchief Draco had given her on the train at the start of the year. Putting it to her face, she breathed in and instantly recognised a trace of jasmine, musk, and peppermint. How she had never noticed that glorious smell before was beyond her.
love-them-all10- I thought I'd try a cliff hanger for once ;p hope you liked it.
mermaidlover101- no Amato isn't Draco :') Amato plays a really important part in this story, he's gunna be popping in and out of the story hehe thankyou:')
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