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Draco's POV
Almost two months had passed since we had come back to school. My dormitory was empty. Crabbe and Goyle had realized that they weren't terrors of the school anymore and had gone home. That left me. All alone in the green light from the lake. I fell back on my four poster bed and stared up at the canopy. I missed Snape, I missed Pansy (if only because she worshipped me), I missed my dad, and I missed the self confidence that went along with him. I puffed out a huge breath. I wanted to be holding Hermione. I wanted to bury my face in her neck and have her comb her fingers through my hair and tell me I was smart and strong. I wanted to feel her body under me, but mostly I just wanted her, all of her.
She and the Weasel were still going strong. But maybe it was just me wishing, but she seemed bored. Tired of being pushed in corners and being kissed, tired of his moans, and tired of his senseless passion and touches. I know I was tired of running into them. (Which happened quite a lot because I looked for her, I know, I'm creepy.) I rolled onto my side and thought about how I'd treat her if she were mine…..
"Draco" a silver voice purred. I turned slowly. Could it be? Standing behind me was that brown haired goddess. She was wearing sexy green and silver lingerie and she was grinning seductively up at me. She held up a finger and beckoned.
"Ron…" I croaked. She merely laughed, the sound ringing like bells through the slightly foggy space. She reached out and grabbed my tie and pulled me toward her. She pressed her body into mine and peered up at me.
"Forget him, he needn't find out." She cooed. She loosened my tie and it fell to the floor. "I've seen the way you look at me, and I know you want me." I flushed but my arms instinctively curled around that wonderful body. "So how about for tonight you can have me? I'm all yours Mr. Malfoy." She said.
"Mr. Malfoy is my father." I growled. Gosh, she was heaven. She chuckled softly. Her fingers reached up and undid the buttons on my shirt. She slipped it off my shoulders and it fell to the floor with a soft murmur. Her fingertips ghosted over my bare chest. "Damn Hermione" I breathed. She laughed and continued to touch me. I couldn't take it anymore and I slammed my mouth into hers. She responded to my kiss greedily, running her tongue over my lips and then forcing it into my mouth. I growled low in my throat and forced her tongue out, and mine in. She gasped slightly, but allowed me entry. She was clutching me and I her. "I want you, all of you right fucking now" I hissed against her lips. I reached for her skimpy clothing and….
I crashed to the floor of my room. I was drenched in sweat and really turned on. I sat up slowly and pushed my hands through my hair. Well fuck, I thought. Apparently I'm dreaming of impossible things.
Hermione POV
I was miserable. I loved my classes and I loved the school, but… there was something the made me unhappy, something that made me dread getting up every morning.
I rolled over and stared up at the canopy of my bed. I was alone in this dormitory. None of the girls had come back. I heard rumors that some of them had babies and were off living their lives happily. I sighed and closed my eyes.
When I was little my mom told me that if something seems wrong with your life, envision where you want to end up someday. Then see what things in your current life are necessary to that dream and what wasn't. It was something that I did often and it usually made me feel better. With my eyes closed I imagined myself, lying in a big comfortable bed. A strong arm was wrapped around my waist and someone was caressing my hand. I was pregnant and I could hear the sounds of children playing down stairs in our spacious house. I tried to envision the man holding me. I couldn't. He was faceless. He smelled good and he was strong but he wasn't my ginger boyfriend.
My eyes flew open and I sat straight up in bed. That was it. It was Ron. Ron was the problem. Oh shit. I loved him, so much, but maybe it had changed from sisterly love, to intimate, and back. I pushed my hand through my hair and looked outside. The moon was just rising above the Forbidden Forest. I stood up and walked to the window. I pushed it open and leaned out. The wind rustled my hair and the slim nightgown I wore. I sighed. Ron was the problem. Fuck.
I turned back from the window and surveyed the room. I walked to the trunk at the foot of the bed, opened it and pulled out a large button down flannel. I put it on. My bare legs were showing but who else was going to be up at this hour?
Very quietly I left the dormitory and common room. I crept past the sleeping portrait of the Fat Lady. Once in the corridor I felt better, away from my bed and all those problems. I hurried through the halls to the big front doors. They were already open slightly. I paused and glanced behind me. Maybe this wasn't the best idea, but then a cool breeze blew in from the door. Without any more hesitation I slipped out the door. I hurried down the front steps and headed toward the big tree on the edge of the lake. But about half way there I realized someone was sitting on the other side of the tree. I froze, and held still. I could see the puffs of smoke their wand was casting in the moonlight. I wanted to be by the lake though so I decided to walk around the tree a good distance away and then head to the edge of the lake. I back tracked a ways up the hill and then cut across parallel to the lake. Deliberately not looking at the person under the tree, I hurried down to the water. I plunged my feet into the cool water and sighed.
Draco's POV
I was sitting under the tree when she came barreling around it. Oh shit. She rushed down to the water and then plunged her feet in. Damn was she insane? That water was freezing! Then I felt my breath catch in my throat. Her bare legs were glowing in the moonlight. Oh dear god, did she realize how visible they were beneath the flannel she was wearing. I sighed. I was going to go over and talk to her, it was inevitable I might as well get it over with. I heaved myself to my feet and walked over to her.
"That water is like twenty degrees. And you are barefooted. How can you manage to still be standing there?" I asked once I was near her. She didn't turn around.
"One summer when I was little, I and this neighbor kid, Devon or something, ran all over the neighborhood barefoot. Even the pavement which was scorching." She chuckled at the memory. "He would dare me to stand there for like ten minutes when the asphalt was the hottest." She seemed lost in thought for a while. "Any way, my feet don't have much feeling anymore." She added.
"Ah, well I'd still get out of the water. I'll dry off your feet for you." I took about a minute too long for my brain to realize what I'd said. Oh shit, real smooth Malfoy, I thought. I waved my wand and a towel appeared. "Here" I said offering it. She turned slightly and looked at the towel. Sighing slowly she stepped out of the water and plopped down on the bank. She stuck on of her feet in the air and looked at me.
When I just stared at her foot she said "You did say you would dry my feet." I chuckled then and bent down. I wrapped the towel around her toes and rubbed her foot. She fell back on the grass and closed her eyes. A stressed look settled on her features as I switched feet. Somehow I knew it had nothing to do with me. When I was done I discarded the towel and lay back on the grass next to her.
"So, why is Hermione Granger standing in the lake at the wee hours of the morning?" I asked glancing at her. She opened her eyes and looked at me.
"I could be asking you the same thing." She murmured.
"That is true, however my reason is simple: I can't sleep because I am in love but she doesn't want me." My heart pounded but I figured I was safe. She seemed so distracted that she didn't even open her eyes. In fact she didn't say anything. "Hermione?" I asked she didn't move. I sighed. She was asleep.
Of course she was, that was how my life went.