I am Not My Father

Chapter 2 - Nighttime Dreaming

As he got ready for bed he kept yawning and he realized just how tired he was, and when he wearily climbed into bed he was asleep within moments of his head hitting the pillow. Drifting off into a deep sleep, Draco’s last thoughts were on Harry, Ron and Hermione.

Draco found himself standing among his father and some other death eaters, they were standing outside the house of some muggles and they were joking amongst themselves on who would get to do the killing. Lucius Malfoy turned and arrogantly stared at the other death eaters “I think the honour should be mine, they are the parents of one very meddlesome girl, who our master wants to teach a lesson, and I have met this mud blood before, she dares to think herself above us purebloods” the other death eaters hissed at this and one masked death eater stepped forward “in that case make sure they suffer” and they all started laughing.

Draco heard his father laugh and it made his blood run cold, turning Draco didn’t know where to look for help, seeing his father move he watched him open the gate and it was then that Draco saw the name on the letterbox ‘Granger’ and Draco’s breath stilled, the things his father made sense now, meddlesome girl and above us purebloods his father had been talking about Hermione. Shuddering at what his father was going to do to her parents he ran forward, shouting, “NO, stop father you can’t, NO” but no matter what he said his father couldn’t hear him and even when he tried to pull him away his hands past straight through him. Practically sobbing in desperation Draco followed his father inside and watched in sickened horror as his father raised his wand, stretching out a hand Draco screamed “NOOOOOOOOO”.

Draco found himself sitting bolt upright in his bed, his chest was heaving as he sucked in much needed air, sighing Draco realized he was back at Hogwarts and he was safe in his dormitory, rubbing a hand over his face Draco found himself covered in sweat and as he stared at his hand and realized it was shaking slightly. Throwing the covers off he climbed out of bed and tried to think of what to do.

He couldn’t just ignore the dream it was to important he knew it was a warning, noticing that his shirt was stuck to his body he peeled it off and went to his trunk searching for a dry one, as he rummaged through his belongings he could feel the cold air on his hot sweaty body and he shivered slightly, his skin raising in goosebumps. Quickly grabbing a shirt he pulled it on, pausing he didn’t know what to do, sitting down on the edge of the bed he ran his hand through his blond hair making it spike up. ‘Okay’ thought Draco I will go to Dumbledore and tell him, he will probably think I’m mad, but if something happened to the Grangers and I didn’t tell anyone, Draco stopped thinking about it cause it made his stomach turn, he laughed ruefully at himself as he realized he cared what happened the Grangers, he Draco Malfoy son of one of the most prominent death eaters cared what happened to a pair of muggles.

Snorting softly Draco got up and made his way out of the dormitory and started walking to the statue that he had saw Dumbledore disappear behind, he was guessing this was where Dumbledore lived. As he walked through the darkened hallways he thought of his father and he started to grit his teeth, how anyone could be so cruel, thinking back to what he had saw just before he had started his 6th year. NO thought Draco I am not going to think about that now. Taking a deep breath he felt himself grow determined “I will never become like that, NEVER”. Looking around him Draco realized he was nearly at the statue, but he had no idea how he would get in but he had to talk to Dumbledore tonight.

Standing in front of the statue of the witch Draco stared up at her and frowned, okay what do I do now?? Muttering at himself he had a sudden idea he took out his wand and pointed it directly at the witches head and started saying all different spells, he first tried to unlock it and then he was getting more desperate so he tried blasting it finally he saw it start to shake and he realized he was right, Dumbledore had it protected by a charm so if anyone with out the password tried to break in he would know about it. Now smiling Draco watched Dumbledore appear.

Meanwhile on the other side of the castle in Gryffindor Tower someone else was dreaming, Hermione was restlessly tossing and turning, she had kicked off her covers and was lying sprawled out.

She was standing in a room and it was pitch black, as she slowly turned around she noticed a crack of light shining behind a curtain, slowly walking forward with her hand stretched out she grabbed the curtain and drew it aside, letting in the moonlight, noticing other curtains Hermione walked around the room opening all of them, soon the room was flooded with moonlight and she was able to see, it was then that Hermione realized she wasn’t alone. Standing as still as stone in the middle of the room was a naked man, All she could see was his back and swallowing hard Hermione stared ‘one very cute ass.

Walking over Hermione hesitated and stood a little behind him, she cleared her throat “uh, may I ask, what’s your name, and what are we doing here”? Pausing for an answer Hermione waited but there was no response. Okay thought Hermione to herself he’s not real and she felt a great relief, frowning she muttered “but he looks so real”. Standing there Hermione was filled with indecision should she just walk away, it obviously was a statue or something, or she could reach out and touch him. Biting her lip she didn’t know what she should do, walk or touch, sighing Hermione gave in she knew she would always wonder, so she should just get it over with.

Slowly reaching out her fingertips she gently placed them on the man’s shoulder, startled she was about to snatch her hand back but to her amazement she left her fingers there, feeling the heat of his skin. Swallowing hard Hermione watched her hand start to stroke the warm skin and she closed her eyes, but this only made things worse, now her entire attentions was focused on the hand that was touching him and the tingling sensation in her fingers. Popping open her eyes she watched in fascinations as she touched every inch of his back, gently running her finger down his spine and tracing the muscles across his back, Smiling Hermione wondered who this could be with such an amazing body and she had a sudden need to look into this stunning mans face. Walking slowly around she looked up into his face and

Sitting bolt upright in bed Hermione sucked in a startled breath looking down she saw the bedclothes kicked on the floor and she suddenly blushed, now angry with herself for blushing she climbed out of bed and walked over to the water basin and washed her face, pacing back to her bedside she picked up her robe and went to sit near the fire in the common room.

Staring straight into the flames Hermione sat on the old comfortable chair with her legs tucked up and her chin resting on her knees. Every now and then she would swallow hard but she just couldn’t believe she had dreamt about Draco Malfoy, okay okay Hermione thought I have been attracted to guys before and I’ve had two boyfriends but I never dreamed about them, well she never dreamed about boys in general.


Now she leaned her head back on the lounge and rubbed her hands over her face, ‘how was she going to face Malfoy in the morning when all she could think about and all she could remember was that muscled back and tight tush. Oh no thought Hermione, stop thinking about it, stop thinking about it. Getting up Hermione stood there for a few seconds and then she plonked back down, there was no way she was going to get any sleep now and she went back to her thoughts.

Why Malfoy of all people to dream about, he hates me, and I hate him, Don’t I? Hermione Thought. Arghhh this is all too confusing, he would never see me as anything but a dirty little Mudblood. Sighing Hermione felt so frustrated she hated feeling like this; she was used to thinking about things logically and in a rational fashion. But there was nothing logical about her dream, what did it all mean, or does it mean nothing, gritting her teeth she decided to go to the hospital wing and get something for a head ache all this was to much on her first day back, it must be that thought Hermione, it is the shock of finding out that Malfoy was Head Boy, but what about the tingling in your fingers when you touched him, groaning now Hermione ruthlessly suppressed that thought and quickly left the dormitory.

Standing in front of Dumbledore, Draco found he didn’t know what to say, he opened his mouth but then he snapped it shut again. Dumbledore’s expression went from mild astonishment to amusement “Mr Malfoy I imagine there is a reason for my late night visit come in so you can spit it out” and he turned around leaving an astonished Draco gaping behind him. Giving himself a mental shake Draco hopped on the moving stairs and made his way up, when he reached the top there was a room filled with interesting objects and Draco looked around, thinking to himself ‘I would love to spend a day in here’, following Dumbledore through a door he found himself in the Headmasters office.

Dumbledore gestured for Draco to sit opposite from him and Draco found himself feeling very self conscious as he sat. The silence inside the room was nerve shattering and Draco shifted uncomfortably in he’s chair, looking up he found Dumbledore staring at him with a puzzled frown and a questioning look “Well Mr Malfoy I assume you wanted to talk to me, I haven’t been awaken by the alarms on my door for many years, so what do I owe this pleasure”. Wondering if he was mad at him Draco look up suddenly and saw Dumbledore’s twinkling eyes and Draco knew everything was fine.

Clearing his throat Draco wondered where to start, so clearing his throat a second time he took a deep breath “I know this is going to sound crazy Professor but I just had a dream and I thought I better come straight to you and tell you, at this Draco paused and looked at Dumbledore expectantly. Totally puzzled Dumbledore said faintly “A Dream”, realising that he hadn’t explained things properly Draco’s cheeks tinged with pink and he cleared his throat again “Ahhh I had a dream about my father Professor” and he watched Dumbledore sit up a little straighter and his gaze sharpen on him.

Now concentrating fully on him Draco felt as if Dumbledore was trying to see into his mind but when he spoke his voice was soft “Your father”. Shifting once more in his chair Draco lent forward “I know what my father does Professor and for many years I was very proud to be a Malfoy and I will admit to you, that when my father had told me that Lord Voldemort had arisen I felt excited, my father is a cold man, you would know that but we had always been able to talk about his days as a deatheater and I would feel close to him, but during my holidays after my fourth year I noticed my father change, everything became my Master this and my Master that, he no longer had time for his son. Pausing Draco sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

Looking up again “I don’t know what he does to my mother but she is no longer the same as before Voldemort came back, she hardly speaks and I saw something that summer that shocked me, I don’t wish to speak of it but lets say I was no longer proud to be the son of a deatheater, I have had a dream before Professor, I ignored it and the next day it came true”. When Draco paused again Dumbledore looked across at this young man and sighed slightly he knew what ever he was thinking about must be horrific because his normally bright blue eyes seemed dead. Thinking of something to distract him he asked “Tell me about you dream Draco, what did you see your father doing”.

Closing his eyes as if to block out the memory “I was standing outside a house with my father and a group of other deatheaters they were all arguing about who got to do the killing when my father said he should have the honour because they were the parents of a meddlesome little mudblood who thought she was better than pure bloods and he said that their master wanted her taught a lesson”. Draco swallowed as if he found it hard to go on and his voice wobbled betrayingly “it was then Professor I saw the name on the letterbox, it was Granger, Sir”.

Of all the reactions Draco couldn’t of imagined this one, Dumbledore sat bolt up straight and muttered “No, they couldn’t of found them so soon and he jumped up and muttered a spell, fire burst alight in the fireplace and Dumbledore threw a pinch of something sitting in a dish on a shelf. Dumbledore shouted “Remus” and there was a pause for about 20 seconds, suddenly a head appeared in the fire, a very groggy Remus mumbled “yes Albus, what’s smatter” Leaning forward Dumbledore talked fast “Remus you must get the others and go move the Grangers again, I will explain it all later” but before he could finish Remus looked over Dumbledore’s shoulder and his eyes widened “is that Draco Malfoy”? Now impatient “Yes Remus I will explain it later now go, and be very careful, report to me as soon as you are done, NOW GO”. Nodding there was a sudden Pop and Remus vanished.

Turning Dumbledore looked Draco directly in the eyes “Voldemort has been after Hermione’s parents for the past two years, I will not tell you anymore that is up to Hermione if she so chooses to tell you” at this Draco opened his mouth to protest but Dumbledore held up his hand “I am also going to ask you not to tell anyone about this conversation, tell no one of your dream and tell no one about what you have learnt in this office tonight, I just pray what you have dreamt hasn’t come true, but I have learnt never to ignore warnings, so in answer to your earlier question, No I don’t think your crazy”.

Picking up a piece of parchment and a quill Dumbledore started jotting down a note “Now I want you to go down to the hospital wing and get some sleep tonic she will give you enough that you will rest soundly till breakfast, I need my Head Boy functioning well” frowning Dumbledore jotted something else “in fact I want you to stay there for the rest of the night and to get some much needed rest”. Starting to protest because he felt fine but Dumbledore just smiled “off you go now Draco” and Draco knew that there was no point arguing, getting to his feet he made his way slowly down to the hospital.

When he arrived at the Hospital wing he found the lights on and he could hear voices murmuring in the distance, walking quietly forward he knocked quietly on the door, now that he was closer he could hear a girls voice arguing with Madame Pomfrey, something about being fine and there being no need to for her to stay. After his knock there was silence for a few seconds and then he heard Madame Pomfrey firmly say “There will be no more arguments, now take the potion and go to bed” hearing footsteps Draco tried to act as if he hadn’t heard anything.

When the door opened Madame Pomfrey was looking flustered, smiling at him “Yes dear, what is it” now a little shocked at being called dear, Draco just handed her the note Dumbledore had wrote. After reading it she gave him a questioning look but didn’t say anything and she nodded “okay, you go over to that bed over there and I will go get this potion. After she had walked off he looked at the bed she had indicated and started towards it, pausing briefly when he saw the girl that had been arguing with Madame Pomfrey, she was taking her hair out of a plait, her hair was dark brown and had kinks in it from being in a braid for so long, it was a magnificent rich colour that shone in the candle light. She was very tall she must be in my year thought Draco, I wonder who she is?

Flicking the hair over her shoulders Hermione finished unbraiding her hair and walked forward and picked up the potion, holding her nose she put the goblet to her lips and gulped it down, turning around she froze standing in front of her was none other than Draco Malfoy a thousand thoughts ran through her head ‘what was he doing here, oh my god the dream, oh no I am only in my nightie and gown but then frowning she looked at his shirt and before she even thought about it she asked “Malfoy what are you wearing”? and Draco looked down at his shirt for the first time since he had put it on, and he felt himself blushing.

Opening his mouth Draco found he didn’t know what to say, he had on one of his old shirts that must have been on the bottom of his truck for years because it was so small that it was tight across his shoulders and left a gap of skin showing before his boxers. Taking another look down Draco realised just what kind of picture he presented to Dumbledore, looking back up he was going to try and explain but he didn’t know where to start, it was then that he noticed that Hermione was standing there biting her bottom lip and although she wasn’t smiling he could see the laughter in her eyes.

Hermione tried so hard not to laugh that she held her breath till her sides ached from trying to hold in the laughter, he looked so adorable standing there in that absurd shirt that looked like it would fit a child and the look on his face was a mixture of embarrassment and astonishment, seeing Malfoy speechless was something she thought she would never witness. Now biting her bottom lip Hermione couldn’t hold it in any longer she gave a snort of laughter and doubled up, she laughed so hard she had to hold her head that was pounding even more now. Looking up she saw the outraged look on his face and she laughed even harder.

Draco stood there he didn’t know what to do or say and he felt as if he was going to lose control, something he never did. Narrowing his eyes Draco hissed “stop laughing Granger, I simply picked up the wrong shirt in the dark”, now sounding furious “will you stop it”. He saw her struggle to pull herself under control. Looking up at him again Hermione flicked her hair over her shoulder and gasped “Malfoy, god if I only had a camera you have got to see it to believe it” and she noticed a mirror on the other side of the room, grabbing his arm she pulled him over and stood him in front of the mirror.

Shocked that Granger had even touched him, Draco stood blankly in front of the mirror thinking of the tingling feeling where she had touched him, noticing her smiling again he focused on the mirror and froze ‘oh my god, I look ridiculous’ thought Draco and even though he tried not to, he began to smile at the image he presented. Hermione started to laugh softly and was surprised that Malfoy soon joined her, how long they stood there laughing Hermione didn’t know but all of a sudden Draco looked back in the mirror and realised he was laughing with Hermione Granger, noticing the cold look come back into his eyes Hermione stopped laughing as well, clearing his throat Draco gruffly mumbled “its not that funny anyhow” and he reached over his back and pulled the tiny shirt off with a bit of difficulty.

Expecting to see amusement still in her eyes after his little struggle Draco was startled to see Granger’s face drain completely of colour, looking at her, he noticed she was staring at the mirror and he spun around expecting to see something awful but there wasn’t anything there. Hermione sucked in a startle breath ‘oh god’ she thought, the dream his back is just he same as her dream how had she dreamt his body in such detail, as he stood there with his back to her, he was so near all she had to do was reach out, and her hand began to lift as if it had a mind of its own, gently her fingers touched his shoulder and she felt him freeze and then he spun around. Suddenly it all became to much and the pounding in her head seemed unbearable, reaching out she clutched at his arm and she felt herself sway.

Reaching instinctively Draco grabbed her around the waist as she started to sway, a number of things ran through his head at that moment, why had she touched him, why did her touch burn his skin, why was she in the hospital was she ill but most of all he asked himself why did he care? Standing there he watched her groggily try to stand and he made his decision, he wrapped his arm around her back and another arm around the back of her knees, scooping her up he carried her to the bed and gently laid her down.

Looking down at Hermione, Draco frowned her hair was across her face, reaching out a finger he gently hooked the hair and tucked it behind her ear. “What do you think you are doing Mr Malfoy” startled Draco snatched his hand behind his back and he swung around looking guiltily at a astonished Madame Pomfrey, swallowing Draco blurted out “we were just standing there and she went all weird and started to collapse, I only put her on the bed” suddenly stopping Draco realised he was babbling, clenching his jaw he stared defiantly back at Madame Pomfrey who was looking skeptical.

Clearing her throat Madame Pomfrey raised her eyebrows “When I gave her the potion I told her to lie down, it is very strong she already had a migraine and the potion intensify’s the pain and then they usually drop immediately to sleep”. Nodding as if it all made sense Draco sighed with relief and back away from the bed, turning he found that only one other bed was made up and it was right beside Grangers.

Wanting to get out Madame Pomfrey out of there before she asked anymore questions like why didn’t he have a shirt on or why was he touching her, shifting a little uncomfortably Draco rested his weight on one foot “well I will just be going to sleep then” and he noticed the goblet in her hand, smiling faintly Madame Pomfrey shuffled forward and handed him the smoking goblet. Draco eyed the goblet suspiciously but he obediently raised it to his lips and gulped it down, grimacing his eyes began to water it was one of the foulest things he had ever drank. Looking up he noticed Madame Pomfrey smiling at him as if she knew what he was thinking “Now you get into that bed and rest like the Headmaster requested, you will wake up feeling much better in the morning”.

Wearily nodding Draco could feel a warm feeling fill his entire body and he knew it was already working, slowly climbing into bed he pulled the covers over himself and rolled onto his side, he could feel himself drifting off, he heard the sound of someone’s footsteps fading into the distance, raising his heavy eyelids the last thing he saw was Hermione sleeping as peaceful as an angel, he remembered her laughter and he felt his lips turn up at the edges and he drifted into oblivion.

Lying on her back Hermione muttered softly to herself and cracked her eyes open a little the room was flooded with sunlight, rolling onto her side Hermione sighed and thought about going back to sleep, suddenly she remembered what had happened the night before and her eyes snapped open. Her eyes widening she stared, across from her lay Malfoy sleeping the sheet had slipped down around his waist and she gazed at his flat torso with its muscles clearly defined, flicking her eyes back to his face she checked that his eyes were still shut. She noticed that his hair was all mussed up and he had the longest lashes, she let her eyes romed his face for a few more seconds then her eyes dropped back to his chest.

Taking a deep breath Hermione let herself just look, she swallowed hard and started to feel very warm herself, without thinking she kicked off her covers and watched fascinated as with each breath his chest seemed to expand and the muscles would move in a hypnotizing way. Forgetting that Draco could wake at any moment Hermione ran her eyes down his stomach and concentrated on his belly button it was a cute little inney there was a thin snail trail of hair leading to, at this thought Hermione blushed and she started to feel very hot, but her eyes followed the track of hair and her eyes stopped at the sheet that was still covering his waist, it was at this precise moment as she stared and started thinking about what was beneath the sheet, she noticed he had stopped breathing and startled her eyes flew to his face and she noticed that his bright blue eyes were open.

Dropping her eyes to the floor she lay rigid with shock Hermione lay there frozen in guilt, she expected him to say something humiliating but he stayed quiet not saying a word. Curious at his silence Hermione’s eyes flew up and she found that he wasn’t looking at her face he was looking at her body, confused Hermione looked down and stared in disbelief some time through the night her night gown had come open and her nightie was now up around her waist, her legs were bare because she had kicked off her covers before. Shocked her eyes flew once again to his face but found his eyes no longer looking at her legs, they were slowly making there way up her body as if he was studying every inch of her body, they finally settled on her breasts which we heaving as she sucked in her breath after what seemed like years his eyes continued up till they were staring into each others eyes.

They lay there staring at each other neither saying a word, Hermione’s lips parted as if she was going to say something but at that precise moment Madame Pomfrey came shuffling in “Good Good I see you are both awake, time to get to your houses, breakfast will be ready soon”, putting a shirt and a gown on the end of Draco’s bed “and you can wear this my dear, you seem to have shrunk the other”. Draco lay there stunned at the amusement in the old hags voice and he was alarmed, ‘was she mocking him’? he then heard a small snort of laughter and he turned to see Hermione with a hand over her mouth trying not to laugh at him, as he scowled across at her he heard Madame Pomfrey walk away.

Scrambling out of bed Draco stood in his black satin boxers and stared at Hermione as she lay there laughing at him “what are you laughing at Granger, I didn’t see you complaining last night when you collapsed in my arms, you fainted dead away at the sight of me” and Draco watched as Hermione stopped laughing and half choke, frowning Hermione growled “you wish Malfoy” as she glared back “it would take more than a scrawny little boy like you to make me faint”. Enraged Draco stared at her in fury he spat “Well you were certainly looking at this scrawny body this morning Granger” Blushing hot Hermione jumped out of bed she was furious “and what about you Malfoy you were doing some looking of you own”.

As Hermione stood there ready to punch Draco in the head she noticed two things,
one - her gown was still open and the tie at the top of her nightie was gaping open and two- Malfoy was no longer looking at her he was watching her breasts as they arose with each angry breath. She was about to say something but Malfoy’s eyes snapped up and looked her directly in the eye, expecting him to apologise she was shocked when he gave her an evil smirk. Narrowing her eyes Hermione thought to herself ‘well two can play at that game Malfoy’ and she turned her head slightly and ran her eyes slowly down his body making sure to look at every inch of his chest, just as her eyes reached his boxers she heard Malfoy make some kind of noise in the back of his throat and he snatched up the shirt on the end of his bed and struggled into it. Spinning around he started stomping for the door and Hermione gave an evil smirk of her own, shouting across the room “oh and Malfoy” she saw him freeze but he didn’t turn around “Dumbledore wanted me to tell you that we have to meet him after lunch, he wants to see the both of us” without showing that he understood Malfoy rigidly walked out of the hospital wing.

Now that she was alone Hermione shakily sat down on the end of her bed, she lent forward and placed her head in her hands. Muttering softly to herself she asked ‘why me’ she stayed like that for awhile but she knew she should get back before Harry and Ron started to worry. Getting up she tied her gown up at the waist and started back to her common room, rushing she arrived and urgently told the password ‘sparkplugs’ to the fat lady and scrambled into Gryffindor tower. She got a few strange glances cause she was in her nightgown but she just quickly walked past and into her dorm, finding her robes she put them on and made her way down to breakfast.

Walking into the Great Hall Hermione felt sure everyone would be able to tell what was on her mind and this made her jumpy, making sure not to look at the Slytherin table she found Harry and Ron and sat across from them. Frowning Harry looked at her and saw the tension in the way she sat, leaning forward he whispered, “Where were you? we waited but then we thought you must of come down early” swallowing hard Hermione looked down at her plate she didn’t know what to say and she was never good at lying to her best friends anyway, half smiling she tried to imagine the look on their faces if she did tell them why she was late, but instead she just calmly told them about having a headache and that she spent the night at the hospital wing. Finally looking up she saw the alarmed look on Harry and Ron’s face and gave them a warm smile.

Frowning Ron stared at Hermione as if trying to see into her mind “you would tell us if something was the matter wouldn’t you, we are going to need you this year more than ever and we are only going to get through this if we stick together” looking Ron in the eyes Hermione felt a lump in her throat and her eyes burning with tears, she found she could only give them a watery smile and a nod. This seemed to satisfy them though because they started piling food on her plate as if stuffing her full would make her feel better. Laughing she watched them try to put another sausage on but it rolled off the side, they stopped when they heard her laugh and they looked sheepish as if they themselves had only just realised what they had been doing. Instead of feeling annoyed at being babied Hermione felt loved and she picked up her fork and looked at the mountain of food on her plate, wondering where to start.

They got their new times table and first up they had double charms until lunchtime,
argh no not lunch time, squeezing her eyes shut Hermione tried not to shudder, she was not going to be able to avoid Malfoy then, she was going to have to try and act as if nothing was wrong in front of Dumbledore and he can always tell when I am lying thought Hermione, gritting her teeth ‘tough’ thought Hermione, he put me in this situation well he can just see how much it annoys me, but a little voice in the back of her head keep telling her that Malfoy being annoying is the last of her problems.

Ruthlessly squashing that thought Hermione realise she had forgot her bag with all her text books, now rolling her eyes she realised that Harry and Ron where going to start worrying about her again because she never forgot anything, sighing she had one last mouthful and stood up “I left my bag back up in my room, so I better run up and get it before class starts” and she prepared for the boys concern but instead Ron who had been drinking his pumpkin juice snorted and started choking and Harry just raised an eyebrow, he opened his mouth but snapped it shut again, obviously deciding against what ever he was about to say. Raising her own eyebrows Hermione gave them a sickly sweet smile and started to walk towards the door.

On the other side of the hall Draco sat in a moody silence no one was talking to him because they knew he was in a foul temper and they all knew that it was best to stay away. Fuming Draco sat there stabbing his fork viciously into the innocent sausage on his plate, Pansy arrived and sat down near him she gave him one of her ghastly smiles that made Draco’s stomach turn and then she slid over so that her whole body was pressed up against his, normally he would of ignored her and put up with it but he was in such a touchy mood he snapped, practically snarling Draco spoke in his most coldest voice “Pansy, go smother someone else I am not in the mood for your entertainment” shocked Pansy just stared up at him “put Draco I was just” furious at being disobeyed he whispered in a deadly voice “NOW” and Pansy scuttled over and sat next to Crabbe.

Sighing Draco continued to sit there poking his breakfast around his plate, he knew he should calm down but he was so wild, when Granger had stood there looking him up and down this morning he had the most unusual feeling in the bottom of his stomach, it freaked him out and he had left. Clenching the back of his teeth, tell the truth Malfoy, he thought to himself, you ran away and that was what was making Draco so angry he felt as if he let Granger beat him. Narrowing his eyes Draco stared viciously at his glass of pumpkin juice, not only did she totally mess with his mind she then walks into have breakfast and she doesn’t even look at him, that was another thing that annoyed him, why was she unaffected, he had been waiting for her look over at him this morning so he could give her his most causal smirk to show he didn’t care and she just walked past him, totally ignoring him.

Grunting, Draco clutched the fork so hard his knuckles turned white, no one ignored him, he was Draco Malfoy, why didn’t she show him the respect he deserved. Seeing movement out of the corner of his eye, he raised his head and watched as Hermione rose from her chair and said something to Potter and Weasley. Acting before he had time to even think he arose from his seat and saw Granger start walking, frowning Draco decided he was going to confront her about what had happened this morning and see what she was going to say. Walking after her Draco didn’t hear the entire Slytherin house sigh with relief and he didn’t notice Professor Dumbledore chuckling quietly to himself.

Walking swiftly to catch up to her he walked through the doors and saw a black coat flutter on its way up the stairs to his right, running quietly he went after her and jogged up the stairs, seeing her walking down the corridor in front of him he noticed they were near the History of Magic class room and he knew it would be empty at this time of the morning, looking behind him he made sure no one was coming up the stairs and he silently started running as she neared the doorway to the room Draco grabbed her around the waist from behind and dragged her into the room slamming the door behind him.

What happened next totally amazed him Hermione elbowed him in the stomach making him double up and then she spun pulling out her wand at the same time and pointed it at him, he saw her draw it back and open her mouth and then she froze as she noticed who it was. Somehow he knew that he had gotten off easy because of the way she reacted Draco knew she must have been in quite a few duels and must have had lots of practice fighting. Frowning he wondered if it was because she was friend with Potter, then he remembered what Dumbledore had said about Grangers parents being hunted. Opening his mouth to ask her he was interrupted by a furious Hermione.

“Malfoy you fool, do you have any idea how close you came to being hurt? You scared the shit out of me; do you want to spend the rest of your days in glass jar”? Hermione had a half mad expression on her face as she quietly screeched at him. Furious Draco straightened, how dare she speak to him in that tone, as she opened her mouth to yell at him some more, Draco did something that he never imagined in a thousand years he would do, he wasn’t even planning it. Quick as a flash his hand whipped out and grabbed her robes and he hauled her up against him, looking into her startled eyes he swiftly bent down and kissed her. Rubbing his lips gently across hers he then gently bit her bottom lip and he felt her gasp, taking advantage of her distraction his tongue swept deep in her mouth and Hermione found herself being deeply and very thoroughly kissed.

Without either of them aware that they were moving, Hermione suddenly felt her back hit the blackboard as Draco backed her up against the wall. Hermione didn’t know why but she wasn’t fighting him she was kissing him back, totally losing all touch with reality the only thing Hermione felt was Draco’s hard body sandwiching her up between the wall and his hot mouth moving against hers. Slowly pulling away Draco looked down into her flushed face, looking from her glazed eyes down to her swollen lips, he became conscious of her warm body pressed intimately against him, the feel of her breasts and the shape of her hips. Looking back at her eyes he snapped back into reality and realised who he had been kissing and took a quick step backwards.

Draco watched as Hermione raised a slightly shaking fingers to her lips, he saw her swallow hard and stare back at him in shock, there was a taught silence and without thinking he said the first thing that came into his mind “I cant believe I kissed Hermione Granger, I cant believe I kissed a mudblood” as he finished blurting out his thoughts he realised what he had said but it was to late, Hermione straightened up and Draco could see the colour drain from her face, she took a swift step forward and Draco tried to brace himself for a slap across the face.

As Hermione stood there she felt her body fill with anger, one minute he was kissing her like there was no one else on earth and then he was staring at her as if she was some kind of alien, his voice was so disbelieving at what they had done, glaring across at him Hermione felt rage like she had never felt before. Her hand raised and she was about to slap him, but all she could think of was the disbelief in his voice, how dare him. Eyes narrowing Hermione saw the teachers table behind him, so she took a swift step forward, raised both hands and rammed them into his chest, knocking him backwards so he landed on his back on top of the table.

Swiftly Hermione stepped forward and climbed on the desk straddling Malfoy and pinning him down with a knee on each side of his hips. Leaning forward she glared down at him “what’s wrong Malfoy afraid your going to get a disease, god forbid a pure blood like you ever touching a filthy little mudblood like me”. Draco lay back startled at what had happened, looking up he saw just how furious she was, now enraged at his silence Hermione lent forward so that her face was directly above his “or may be your just plain afraid Malfoy” as she lent forward Draco had to swallow hard as she grinded their hips together, he was paying no attention to what she said and was startled when he looked up to find her so close. When he still stayed silent Hermione was incensed and she reached forward and grabbed a fist full of hair rasing his head she heard him gasp in shock “what’s wrong Malfoy, is this filthy little mudblood to much for a pure blood like you to handle” and without waiting for an answer she lowered her head.

Pulling his head up closer she crushed his mouth to hers, savagely kissing him, pulling away slightly she bit his bottom lip like he had done to her. It had the same affect, startled Draco opened his mouth and before he knew it he was being kissed by a very angry Granger, the kiss was bruising and Draco reached out and grabbed ahold of her hips to pull her away but she changed the kiss suddenly no longer fast and angry her kiss became slow and drugging. Flexing his hand on her hips, he ran his under her robe and cupped her ass pulling her into his hips as he raised them. Hermione loosened her hold on his hair and slipped her arm around his neck bringing the other hand up to gently touch the side of his face, feeling his hands on her backside she felt as if the blood in her veins was on fire.

Breaking her lips from his she tipped her head backwards and strained her neck starting to feel overwhelmed by all these new sensations in her body, sighing shakily Draco removed his hands which he realised were shaking slightly and he started undoing the buttons on her shirt, as he undid her buttons he raised his head and started kissing her neck, making her shudder. Reaching up she cradled his head and gave a small moan, just as he undid the last button and he looked down at her breasts, he lent forward and ran the tip of his tongue along the swell of her breast, he reached up and pulled the lace on her bra aside and pulled the nipple into his mouth.

As Draco sucked on her nipple he reached down for her belt and was starting to undo it when they heard a crash from outside the door and some giggling. Startled Hermione’s head snapped up but she still sat astride Draco as they listened in horror to the Hall outside filling with students.

Scrambling off the table Hermione struggled to do the buttons up on her shirt, she couldn’t believe that this was happening to her all she had wanted to do was punish Malfoy. Now if they got caught she knew they would be in so much trouble “Quick Draco we have to get out of here classes are starting”. Sitting up and sliding off the desk Draco couldn’t help but watch her as she fixed her clothing. Clearing his throat “uh, I think that it would be best not to tell anybody about this” as she finishing straightening her robes Hermione looked incredulously back at him “Malfoy I wouldn’t tell anybody about this even if I was being tortured, as far as I’m concerned this never happened” and then she quickly walked to the door and spun back around “you follow in a few minutes okay” and she opened the door and left before he could reply.

Standing there Draco could only stare at the door, slowly he strode forward and opened it and turned right making his way down to the dungeons so he could get his text books for Professor Sprout’s class. He walked in a daze he couldn’t concentrate, every time he went to think about what had just happened his mind would be swamped with memories and he would swallow hard. Finally reaching his dorm, he collected his things and made his way to the green houses, walking in he wasn’t even aware of the strange looks from the other students and a frown from the Professor. It wasn’t till after the lesson when he was washing the dirt from his hand, that he looked into the mirror, startled Draco groaned and lent forward, raising a finger to his bottom lip, it was swollen from where Hermione had bitten him. As he prodded his lip he remembered something his muddled brain had forgot, she had called him Draco, just after she had kissed him. Smiling Draco looked into the mirror and made himself frown, what should he care what she called him.

Hermione raced up to Gryffindor tower, she couldn’t believe what she had done. How could she of acted that way? her face blushed a hot red as she remembered they way she had straddled him, bumping into a kid she mumbled an apology and rushed on. How was she ever going to forget it, she said to Malfoy that as far as she was concerned it had never happened but that was a lie, climbing the stairs she said the password and made her way into her dorm, grabbing her bag she put her charms and Herbology text books in, but no matter what she did her mind keep returning to what had just happened, they way her hand had grabbed his hair and she had kissed him, his taste. Horrified she went over to the water stand and washed her face, looking in the mirror she noticed her swollen lips and grimaced, Harry and Ron were going to ask questions, sighing Hermione shrugged, she had no idea what to tell them.

By the time she got to charms she was 10 minutes late and when she opened the door everyone went quite and stared at her, the sight of Hermione being late was so unusual even Professor Flitwick stayed silent looking at her, giving a sunny smile “sorry Professor I was helping a student” and she as calmly as possible went and sat with Harry and Ron. They both gave her puzzled frown, she knew of all people they were going to be the hardest to fool, so she got out her text books and acted as if everything was normal. She sat with her text books and her quill and she worked but she was not really focused her mind kept staying it was at this moment that Professor Flitwick asked a question and everyone went silent and stared at her because she had not raised her hand to answer. Shaking her head slightly she asked “Sorry Professor what was the question”? looking a little startled Professor Flitwick replied “ what are the 3 steps need for preparing a sneezing charm to clear the sinuses”? smiling Hermione promptly answered “ 1, swish the wand in the shape of a water drop 2, say the words mucusiousias and lastly point the wand directly at the blocked nose”. As the class settled back down Hermione realised she was going to be very careful.


Hermione passed the rest of the class without further attention, Harry and Ron kept giving her furtive glances but she just ignored them and concentrated hard on what Professor Flitwick was saying in case he asked her another question. Over the years the teachers and the students were so accustomed to her knowing all the answer, that sometimes the teachers wouldn’t even wait for her to raise her hand they would just look at her and ask her to tell the class the answers. After what seemed like months to Hermione the class was over and it was time for lunch, eyes widening Hermione remembered that she had to meet Dumbledore and she suddenly wanted charms to never end. Packing up her thing Harry, Ron and Hermione slowly made there way up to the Great Hall.

Draco remembered about the meeting as he was making his way up to the Hall, stopping dead in his tracks he was bumped into from behind and he started walking again. Frowning Draco bit his lip and realised it was still sore and grimaced in pain, raising his eyebrows, who would of thought Granger could be so violent, swallowing hard Draco pushed that memory out of his head because his heart was suddenly pounding at the thought. Walking to Slytherin table many looked at him to see if he was still in a foul mood but he didn’t even notice them, he just continued in a daze.

Before either of them knew it lunch was being served and the Hall was filled with laughter and merriment many people relieved to be back at school. Two people weren’t relieved, Draco was trying to figure out his feelings and Hermione was worried about how she was going to lie to Professor Dumbledore. Soon lunch ended and the time they bother feared was upon them, what was Dumbledore going to make them do?

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the next chapter will need a little editing on my part, so it may take a few days...besides i work in a bookshop and its xmas ...needless to say i am a tad busy..

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