Secrets
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
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Adult ++
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2
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7
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And So It Begins.
Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling, I do not own any part of the Harry Potter series, even though I wish I did.
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CHAPTER 2: AND SO IT BEGINS.
“Look,” said Hermione, “I don’t like you and you don’t like me. Let’s just try to get through this thing alive and smiling so McGonagall doesn’t do this to us again.\"
“Well there’s one thing I agree with you on, mudblood,” Draco spat.
Hermione sighed and stared at the dinner plate. She was playing with the food sitting on her plate when Draco got an idea.
“What if we use our wands—,” he began, searching his robes for his wand. “Damn! That McGonagall woman must have taken our wands.”
Hermione dug through her pockets. It was true, her wand was gone. “Just face it. We’re stuck in here for 24 hours. With nothing else to do.”
Draco muttered under his breath and sat down across from the Gryffindor. They both ate in cold silence.
**********
Ron and Harry spotted Professor McGonagall walking into the hall, sitting in her seat, whispering to Dumbledore. The two boys looked at each other skeptically.
“I thought Hermione was going to eat with McGonagall,” said Ron, “what do you think really happened to Hermione?”
Harry shrugged. “Maybe she’s in her room or something. We probably shouldn’t be worried, Hermione can take care of herself.”
“And then some,” said Ron.
Harry smirked and rolled his eyes as he looked over at the Slytherin table and saw a bunch of Draco’s cronies, circling around and cheering at something. “At least she’s not with Draco.”
**********
“You know this wouldn’t be so bad if they just spiced it up a little.” Hermione watched as her plate began to dissipate. She sighed and pulled off her robes and placed it carefully across the seat of her chair. She crawled into the rough bed and stared up at the ceiling.
“They? Who’s they? The Magic overlords? Dumbledore and company? This food would taste like shite even if we put the Dulciem charm thousands of times on it,” Draco spat on the ground and placed his head into his hands, elbows to his knees. “Must taste a lot like muggle food, eh, Granger?”
“Muggle food is better than this. There is this thing called pizza…oh, and mum’s oatmeal raisin cookies…and—” Hermione closed her eyes in thought and licked her lip
“
“Oi! You’re having a food orgasm,” Draco smirked.
“I am really hungry,” she sighed.
Draco looked down at his plate. “You can have my piece of pumpkin pie.” He poked at the orangey mass that jiggled at the very touch. “If that’s really what it claims to be.”
Hermione could not suppress a grin. There was Draco Malfoy of the Malfoys, the Slytherin, the vilest person in all of Hogwarts, looking questioningly at an orange lump. It was all very humorous.
Draco looked up to see the bushy haired Gryffindor suppressing what appeared to be a grin. “Oi! Are you about to laugh at me?”
Hermione quickly shook her head no, still trying to suppress a grin.
What seemed like a genuine grin flashed across Draco’s pale face for a nano-second. He gave a low cough and turned away from Hermione.
“Was that a smile I just saw on that little face of yours, Malfoy?”
Draco shook his head violently from side to side. “Keep to yourself, mu—.” Strangely, he couldn’t bring himself to say it. His eyes grew wide and he turned around slowly to look at Hermione. “y-you…mudblood.”
Hermione was surprised. In Draco’s eyes was a tinge of guilt. Perhaps this little Slytherin had a conscience after all!
“You never hesitated saying that before,” Hermione began, “you pureblood.” She giggled, but stopped herself suddenly when she saw Draco do the same. The two looked at each other for a moment, as if they had never really seen each other before. Draco saw her, for the first time, as an equal—a force to be reckoned with. What spurred this change? He had never really….laughed before. Not the superficial laughter that came to him so instinctively after throwing an insult or two at the Golden Trio, but the kind of laughter that came from nowhere, on a whim, capriciously. The kind of laugh that makes you quake from your very core. Deep inside, Draco knew that a part of his wall had been torn down by this girl who he had told himself to hate since he was 11 years old.
“Why are you staring at me like that?” Hermione asked, a little disconcerted.
Draco shook out of the daze. He didn’t realize he heen een staring at her for so long. He cheeks reddened.
“You know, when you blush, it shows about a 100 times more because of your pale skin,” Hermione said, laughing.
“Can you imagine me with darker skin? Because I sure as hell can’t.” Draco laughed again, and he was still in awe at this new feeling.
**********
Dinner was over. Harry and Ron stayed behind in the hall, scanning the moving crowd for signs of the head girl. Everyone was rushing back to their rooms, in a rush to finish their Divination homework or play Frisbee before their curfew. Now where could Hermione be?
“Where is—” the two boys began at the same time. They looked at each other and laughed a little. Seeing Professor McGonagall walk away, Harry ran up to her.
“Professor! Professor! We were just wondering where Hermione was.”
The elderly woman looked at Harry up and down, as if to determine his trustworthiness. He apparently failed the test. She gave an exasperated sigh and said, “that is not any of your business, Mr. Potter, but I can assure you that Miss Hermione Granger is in a safe place. I expect both you boys to trust what I’m saying, I don’t want to deal with the repercussions of any of your little adventures tonight.
Harry and Ron looked at each other. “When’s the last time we listened to McGonagall?” Ron asked.
“Yesterday, in Transfiguration,” Harry said.
“Well, I think it’s time to stop listening to the woman and start finding out what happened to Hermione.”
**********
Draco had Hermione in a delicate embrace. They were seated across his bed and their eyes were closed. He felt her soft fingers dance across his back as he ran his fingers through her wavy hair. He smiled warmly and traced the outline of her lips, which curled into a smile. Her eyes fluttered open and their eyes met. She could see the storm in his eyes building as their smiles turned into the deceptively stoic countenance of desire.
“Hermione, you make me feel so…different. I’ve never felt like this before. I just wanted to…thank you.”
Hermione stared at his soft, red lips with longing. “Draco, I want you. With all my aching heart, I want you.” She pulled his head closer to his and he felt his heart melt away. Two worlds collided and storms raged on in passion as their tongues intertwined and broke away. Their tongues were dancing to the precarious rhythm of their two heartbeats.
She clutched onto him tightly, as if he would fall apart if she didn’t. Draco’s hands moved up to her face, his other hand caressing her waist. It felt its way behind her shirt and stroke her smooth stomach. He crept upwards, until he felt the curve of her breast. He continued until he felt the full roundness of her naked breast. His thumb brushed against her hardened nipple and he heard a soft moan from deep within her throat. He squeezed and rubbed her ample breast, her moans continuing to echo in his ear. He moved his hand down, past the waist of her skirt—
“Hey! I found a bit of Magical Earl’s Chocolate Animal Crackers in my pocket!”
Draco’s eyes flew open and he saw the very Hermione sitting on the ground, eating the head off of a screaming elephant-shaped cracker. She smiled sheepi at at him. “Want a bite?” She offered the flailing body of a decapitated elephant cracker.
He shook his head. He looked at her suspiciously. “Are you wearing a bra?”
She spit out the screaming elephant head. “What?!”
“Uh—nevermind. I just had a weird dream, that’s all.”
“About what?” she asked.
“About stealing Snape’s underwear. Ew, nasty stuff. Yeah.” By now, his face had turned a deep cherry red.
“Oh.” She nodded in understanding, and went back to her animal cracker. “Are you hiding the bras in your pants, Draco?” She pointed nonchalantly to the front of his pants.
He looked down and saw that his little friend had gone camping and pitched a tent in his pants. He yelped, put his hands over it quickly and fell out of the chair, trying to get to his bed.
Hermione was trying very hard to stifle laughter at this point and Draco was trying very hard to stifle tears of embarrassment. So I guess this night wasn’t going to be so long after all.
* I would really appreciated it if you Read&Review! Thank you all! :)
CHAPTER 2: AND SO IT BEGINS.
“Look,” said Hermione, “I don’t like you and you don’t like me. Let’s just try to get through this thing alive and smiling so McGonagall doesn’t do this to us again.\"
“Well there’s one thing I agree with you on, mudblood,” Draco spat.
Hermione sighed and stared at the dinner plate. She was playing with the food sitting on her plate when Draco got an idea.
“What if we use our wands—,” he began, searching his robes for his wand. “Damn! That McGonagall woman must have taken our wands.”
Hermione dug through her pockets. It was true, her wand was gone. “Just face it. We’re stuck in here for 24 hours. With nothing else to do.”
Draco muttered under his breath and sat down across from the Gryffindor. They both ate in cold silence.
**********
Ron and Harry spotted Professor McGonagall walking into the hall, sitting in her seat, whispering to Dumbledore. The two boys looked at each other skeptically.
“I thought Hermione was going to eat with McGonagall,” said Ron, “what do you think really happened to Hermione?”
Harry shrugged. “Maybe she’s in her room or something. We probably shouldn’t be worried, Hermione can take care of herself.”
“And then some,” said Ron.
Harry smirked and rolled his eyes as he looked over at the Slytherin table and saw a bunch of Draco’s cronies, circling around and cheering at something. “At least she’s not with Draco.”
**********
“You know this wouldn’t be so bad if they just spiced it up a little.” Hermione watched as her plate began to dissipate. She sighed and pulled off her robes and placed it carefully across the seat of her chair. She crawled into the rough bed and stared up at the ceiling.
“They? Who’s they? The Magic overlords? Dumbledore and company? This food would taste like shite even if we put the Dulciem charm thousands of times on it,” Draco spat on the ground and placed his head into his hands, elbows to his knees. “Must taste a lot like muggle food, eh, Granger?”
“Muggle food is better than this. There is this thing called pizza…oh, and mum’s oatmeal raisin cookies…and—” Hermione closed her eyes in thought and licked her lip
“
“Oi! You’re having a food orgasm,” Draco smirked.
“I am really hungry,” she sighed.
Draco looked down at his plate. “You can have my piece of pumpkin pie.” He poked at the orangey mass that jiggled at the very touch. “If that’s really what it claims to be.”
Hermione could not suppress a grin. There was Draco Malfoy of the Malfoys, the Slytherin, the vilest person in all of Hogwarts, looking questioningly at an orange lump. It was all very humorous.
Draco looked up to see the bushy haired Gryffindor suppressing what appeared to be a grin. “Oi! Are you about to laugh at me?”
Hermione quickly shook her head no, still trying to suppress a grin.
What seemed like a genuine grin flashed across Draco’s pale face for a nano-second. He gave a low cough and turned away from Hermione.
“Was that a smile I just saw on that little face of yours, Malfoy?”
Draco shook his head violently from side to side. “Keep to yourself, mu—.” Strangely, he couldn’t bring himself to say it. His eyes grew wide and he turned around slowly to look at Hermione. “y-you…mudblood.”
Hermione was surprised. In Draco’s eyes was a tinge of guilt. Perhaps this little Slytherin had a conscience after all!
“You never hesitated saying that before,” Hermione began, “you pureblood.” She giggled, but stopped herself suddenly when she saw Draco do the same. The two looked at each other for a moment, as if they had never really seen each other before. Draco saw her, for the first time, as an equal—a force to be reckoned with. What spurred this change? He had never really….laughed before. Not the superficial laughter that came to him so instinctively after throwing an insult or two at the Golden Trio, but the kind of laughter that came from nowhere, on a whim, capriciously. The kind of laugh that makes you quake from your very core. Deep inside, Draco knew that a part of his wall had been torn down by this girl who he had told himself to hate since he was 11 years old.
“Why are you staring at me like that?” Hermione asked, a little disconcerted.
Draco shook out of the daze. He didn’t realize he heen een staring at her for so long. He cheeks reddened.
“You know, when you blush, it shows about a 100 times more because of your pale skin,” Hermione said, laughing.
“Can you imagine me with darker skin? Because I sure as hell can’t.” Draco laughed again, and he was still in awe at this new feeling.
**********
Dinner was over. Harry and Ron stayed behind in the hall, scanning the moving crowd for signs of the head girl. Everyone was rushing back to their rooms, in a rush to finish their Divination homework or play Frisbee before their curfew. Now where could Hermione be?
“Where is—” the two boys began at the same time. They looked at each other and laughed a little. Seeing Professor McGonagall walk away, Harry ran up to her.
“Professor! Professor! We were just wondering where Hermione was.”
The elderly woman looked at Harry up and down, as if to determine his trustworthiness. He apparently failed the test. She gave an exasperated sigh and said, “that is not any of your business, Mr. Potter, but I can assure you that Miss Hermione Granger is in a safe place. I expect both you boys to trust what I’m saying, I don’t want to deal with the repercussions of any of your little adventures tonight.
Harry and Ron looked at each other. “When’s the last time we listened to McGonagall?” Ron asked.
“Yesterday, in Transfiguration,” Harry said.
“Well, I think it’s time to stop listening to the woman and start finding out what happened to Hermione.”
**********
Draco had Hermione in a delicate embrace. They were seated across his bed and their eyes were closed. He felt her soft fingers dance across his back as he ran his fingers through her wavy hair. He smiled warmly and traced the outline of her lips, which curled into a smile. Her eyes fluttered open and their eyes met. She could see the storm in his eyes building as their smiles turned into the deceptively stoic countenance of desire.
“Hermione, you make me feel so…different. I’ve never felt like this before. I just wanted to…thank you.”
Hermione stared at his soft, red lips with longing. “Draco, I want you. With all my aching heart, I want you.” She pulled his head closer to his and he felt his heart melt away. Two worlds collided and storms raged on in passion as their tongues intertwined and broke away. Their tongues were dancing to the precarious rhythm of their two heartbeats.
She clutched onto him tightly, as if he would fall apart if she didn’t. Draco’s hands moved up to her face, his other hand caressing her waist. It felt its way behind her shirt and stroke her smooth stomach. He crept upwards, until he felt the curve of her breast. He continued until he felt the full roundness of her naked breast. His thumb brushed against her hardened nipple and he heard a soft moan from deep within her throat. He squeezed and rubbed her ample breast, her moans continuing to echo in his ear. He moved his hand down, past the waist of her skirt—
“Hey! I found a bit of Magical Earl’s Chocolate Animal Crackers in my pocket!”
Draco’s eyes flew open and he saw the very Hermione sitting on the ground, eating the head off of a screaming elephant-shaped cracker. She smiled sheepi at at him. “Want a bite?” She offered the flailing body of a decapitated elephant cracker.
He shook his head. He looked at her suspiciously. “Are you wearing a bra?”
She spit out the screaming elephant head. “What?!”
“Uh—nevermind. I just had a weird dream, that’s all.”
“About what?” she asked.
“About stealing Snape’s underwear. Ew, nasty stuff. Yeah.” By now, his face had turned a deep cherry red.
“Oh.” She nodded in understanding, and went back to her animal cracker. “Are you hiding the bras in your pants, Draco?” She pointed nonchalantly to the front of his pants.
He looked down and saw that his little friend had gone camping and pitched a tent in his pants. He yelped, put his hands over it quickly and fell out of the chair, trying to get to his bed.
Hermione was trying very hard to stifle laughter at this point and Draco was trying very hard to stifle tears of embarrassment. So I guess this night wasn’t going to be so long after all.