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Value, Respect, Care & Friendship
IT HAD TO BE YOU
Story Begun – 12/26/04
Chapter two begun – 12/28/04
Chapter one completed – 12/29/04
OFFICIAL DISCLAIMER: I do not own (unfortunately) any Harry Potter Characters, trains, buildings, etc. That honor is JKR’s.
OK Kids, this is gooey sweet so be sure to brush afterwards – I fear its toothache time…Let me know what you think!
Ch 2 – VALUE, RESPECT, CARE & FRIENDSHIP
“Pinch me, I must be dreaming…” Hermione murmured as she stood with weak knees peering in awe at what was to be her bedroom for the next year.
Taking a few shaky steps into the room Hermione felt that contagious, brilliant smile that had settled upon her face these past few weeks materialize again and this time she knew it had no intention of departing anytime soon.
Hermione felt the bubbling of laughter welling up in her chest and welcomed it, and in a very un-Hermione like fashion threw her arms up in the air and twirled around and around the center of her room with her face upturned toward the heavens, her hair swirling about in a mass of untamed curls and she laughed. She laughed and laughed until she cried from the sheer joy of it all!
She had DONE IT!
She, Hermione Granger, a muggle born witch, who had no IDEA that witches and wizards even existed or that she, herself even possessed any magical abilities whatsoever until the age of ten had become the HEAD GIRL of one of the most prestigious and premier schools for witchcraft and wizardry in the WORLD and she couldn’t be any more proud at that moment if she tried.
Hermione, simply put, was elated.
This very instant in time was what she had worked so hard for these past six years. It’s what she had strived to achieve every minute of her days in school. And all the work, all the missed parties and lonely weekends spent in the library or in her common room studying was well worth every second of doubt and nagging worry just to have these precious few moments of clarity and realization, that even dreams that seem impossible to attain can indeed come true.
Hermione still grinning and giggling quietly finally stopped twirling and let her eyes come back into focus as she wandered over to her bed to find four gifts sitting atop the covers.
She sat primly on the edge of the bed, grin still firmly in place, and opened the first two packages without much fuss.
The first was a picture from Ron of Hermione and he hugging each other, taken at the end of this past summer vacation with a note attached, sending his congratulations on her becoming Head Girl and saying that he was proud of her and loved her (as a friend of course) very much.
The next was from Ginny. It was a tall bottle filled with a pinkish, thick liquid that appeared to have glitter in it and it reminded Hermione of bath gel. But what made her gasp was what the simple note attached said:
'Hermione,
Don’t tell ANYONE where you got this. Don’t ASK where I got it. Don’t GIVE IT AWAY and whatever you do, DON’T THROW IT AWAY.
If all goes as I think it will, you’ll want to keep this around for someone special later on.
This is an Ecstasy Potion. Take some with your partner and enjoy! (By the way, trust me it works!)
Congratulations on getting Head Girl and give my best to Malfoy.
Ginny'
Hermione groaned. That girl was absolutely sex CRAZED. She was quite sure that Harry was ecstatic about that, but Hermione just couldn’t picture EVER using an Ecstasy Potion. Besides, they were practically illegal and impossible to find…
She eyed the bottle distrustfully and set it on her dresser, deciding she’d put it away later and forget about it, for at the moment her attention was drawn to the two remaining boxes.
Reaching for the smaller of the two, she opened the card and immediately recognized the writing as Harry’s and smiled as she read it:
'Dear Hermione,
Congratulations on becoming Head Girl!
When I went to get you a gift I realized that I already had something that I thought was perfect for you.
I rather see it like I see you. It’s beautiful, elusive and clever and once you’ve managed to grasp a hold of it, you hold on for dear life because you realize how special and precious it is – just like you are Hermione.
So, I hope you’ll treasure this little token as much as I have and know that I love you very much and even though it’s hard for me to say all the time, I am so very proud of you and treasure you.
All my friendship and love always,
Harry '
Hermione opened the box with shaking hands and looked down at a golden snitch nestled in a bed of soft velvet. Sitting atop the orb was another small note that read:
'The first snitch I ever caught – Harry'
Hermione let her fingers graze over the tiny golden ball and felt it hum slightly at her touch and she wiped a stray tear from her cheek. Oh how she loved that boy so dearly, there wasn’t much she wouldn’t do for him and he the same for her. Harry was the brother she never had and she treasured him more than words or emotions could ever express.
Smiling she closed the box reverently and put it on her nightstand deciding she was going to go and visit him as soon as she had managed to get her emotions back under control.
With her hands still trembling slightly Hermione reached for the last box and opened it carefully. Sitting atop the thick tissue paper was a plain envelope with the letter ‘H’ written on the front and a wax seal on the back with a crest embossed on it that she didn’t recognize.
She opened the letter and it read:
'Hermione,
I know how fond you are of this and seeing as how you won’t be able to leave with the one that seems to be perpetually at your side, I thought perhaps you might like to have one of your very own.
Congratulations on becoming Head Girl.
Draco'
Hermione’s heart began to beat very fast, “He got me a gift…” she whispered as she lifted the heavy box onto her lap and removed the thick tissue paper to reveal…
“Oh my!” Hermione gasped as she reached in to pluck the heavy, leather bound tome of ‘Hogwarts A History’ out from the confines of the box and into her arms. This was no ordinary copy though, it was OLD and GORGEOUS and in absolutely pristine condition.
Clearly this cost a small fortune.
Upon opening the cover she discovered a small inscription and gasped once again as she read:
'HG –
This is a first edition.
I hope you’ll value and regard it with respect and care, much as I do our friendship.
Always,
DM'
Hermione was stunned; four words screamed out to her from that simple inscription – ‘value’, ‘respect’, ‘care’ and ‘friendship.’
She stared at the cover and realized that Draco had just given her a gift far more cherished than any book could ever be…
Draco, that cunning Slytherin, had given her the gift of friendship. And he’d managed to do so without uttering a single word in confirmation to her. Yet there it was reinforced and solidified in ink for her to treasure always – and she would, oh how she would...
Hermione closed the cover carefully and clutched the book tightly to her chest. She slid her eyes closed and sighed, ‘He likes me, he thinks of me as his friend…’ “Oh, mercy.” she said softly even as her mind wandered to that familiar place she’d set aside that belonged especially to Draco.
Draco and all his wondrous glory with those eyes of his, eyes the color of gunmetal grey and sky blue, eyes that set her soul a flame…and his lips that never failed to make her pulse race out of control when he shot a grin her way, leaving her breathless with the desire to kiss them, run her tongue along them, nip at them…LORD how she LONGED to have her lusty way with his lips…Then there was that golden halo of hair that made him look every bit the angel. An angel sent here on earth to torment the mere mortals such as herself with his beauty.
And Hermione was indeed tormented.
Somewhere along the way this past summer when she wound up sitting quietly alone or was lying in her bed in the silence of the evening before sleep enveloped her, Hermione found her thoughts more and more frequently drifting to Draco.
Wondering how he was doing? Where he was? Did he find himself missing her or thinking about her at all? Sighing, she bet not.
Yet still, Hermione would contemplate late into the night when dreams eluded her and his image danced in her head as her eyes drifted to the velvety night sky, if maybe by some chance, some lucky twist of fate he too was thinking of her…
Hermione sighed deeply, unconsciously hugging her book closer to her chest, for she had finally come to terms with the fact that she was completely and utterly infatuated with Draco Malfoy and no amount of time away from him had helped. In fact, if anything it made her more anxious to see him again.
And now, knowing that he was just a few short steps away from her bedroom, truly a common door away from his bedroom – accessible to each other in the most intimate and private times of the night, Hermione realized she was in very, very big trouble.
The fact of the matter was that Hermione Granger WANTED Draco Malfoy and now that he was here, so close, she decided that not only did she want him, but that she was most likely going to do her damnedest to get him…
A deep chuckle startled Hermione from her thoughts and elicited a sharp gasp as her eyes snapped open to take in the sight of her Head Boy – One very fetching, very available and incredibly handsome, Draco Malfoy leaning lazily in the doorframe of their adjoining bathroom observing her calmly and at seeing the surprise on her face graced Hermione with a mind-numbingly sexy lop sided grin.
“Somehow I knew you’d like my gift, however if I’d known it would get such a warm response I would have just presented it in person.”
Hermione‘s eyes widened as the sound of his rich, low voice sent shivers down her spine. She looked at him quizzically then down at the large book pressed firmly to her chest and back up at him again and without a second thought stood and launched herself into his arms.
Draco caught her against him with a resounding “HRUMPH” wrapping his arms tightly around her to steady them as Hermione twined one of her own around his neck, the other still clutching the heavy book between them and looked up into his eyes with a mixture of surprise at her actions and desire at feeling his body pressed firmly against hers.
Draco’s own eyes widened as he was caught off guard, then he smiled down into her face and chuckled, “Hermione Granger, you never cease to surprise me.”
She sighed and nodded staring into his eyes unable to look away, “I’d get used to it if I were you. I’ve been known to do that now and again.”
Draco’s eyebrows shot up and he loosened his grip on her raising a hand to her cheek and letting his thumb rub slowly up and down her jaw line, casually caressing her cheek and chin with the back of his knuckles.
She noticed how his eyes turned very blue as he looked deep into hers, “I’ll look forward to being pleasantly surprised far more often then.” he drawled.
Hermione caught her breath, ‘Pleasantly surprised….’
“I take it this enthusiastic response is confirmation that you like the gift then?” he purred, his fingers trailing slowly down her neck now.
Hermione gulped and shivered at his touch. “I – I’ll treasure it always.” she managed finally, “It means more to me than you will ever know.”
Draco’s caresses and close proximity were taking a toll on her senses and as his fingers now dipped to graze her collarbone and the base of her neck, her body reacted as he hit a sensitive spot and Hermione’s knees buckled slightly.
Draco caught her easily against him, but Hermione’s hold on her book had loosened and it slid down between them, suddenly freeing their bodies to come briefly in contact with each other, uninhibited by the thick book. Instantly they were mesmerized by the feel of each other’s bodies pressed tightly together.
But just as quickly as the moment had happened, it had passed when the heavy book thumped loudly to the floor between them causing the fragile closeness to shatter.
Draco was fighting feelings that had suddenly leapt up in his chest as an unfamiliar pang began making his heart beat faster. He found his eyes were suddenly focused on Hermione’s lips. They were so close, so close he felt her breath tickling his cheek and he blinked, subconsciously holding her tighter in his arms.
He liked the way she was looking into his eyes, like she could see his very soul.
He liked it a little too much.
Draco realizing this took a slight step back from her and they both bent to pick up the book at the same moment, their fingers grazing each others, their cheeks brushing gently and their eyes locking once again in a heated stare.
Neither moved, neither breathed as slowly their faces drifted closer, eyes growing heavy with desire until finally Draco leaned in and softly kissed her, his lips opening to catch her bottom lip between both of his and then leaning closer still to repeat the slow sensual kiss to her top lip. Hermione groaned as she tilted her head and let her hand travel up his arm to his shoulder and rest finally at the base of his neck.
Draco pulled her closer now and they both fell forward landing on their knees as their bodies collided and instinctively pushed together closing the space between them completely.
Hermione groaned as one of Draco’s hands wound deep into her curls and the other rested at the base of her spine pushing her closer to him still. Draco’s tongue shot out slowly tasting her bottom lip, licking it, his teeth pulling on the sensitive flesh, nipping and sucking on it as he’d dreamt of doing for so very long now.
Hermione let out a low deep moan, twining her fingers deep into his silky hair and grasping him closer to her as she opened her mouth to him…when a sharp rapping on her bedroom door jolted them apart.
They knelt there, eyes wide with surprise at the fire that had ignited between them so suddenly, breath coming in fast gasps as the knock at the door came again…
“Mione, are you in there?”
Hermione’s eyes drifted closed, “DAMN” she muttered getting up slowly and looking at Draco who had also gotten up holding her book in his hands. His face was dark and stormy as he glared with open disgust at the closed door.
“I – I’m here Ron, just give me a minute, I’ll meet you in the common room downstairs.”
“Oh….OK….You all right Mione?” Ron said, sounding decidedly dejected at not being allowed entrance to her room. Hermione held firm not wanting to give Draco any wrong ideas.
“I’m fine, honestly Ron. I’ll be down in a moment.”
“Fine” came the sullen reply.
Hermione squared her shoulders and watched as Draco placed the book on her bed and was heading back through the door to the bathroom, when he turned to face Hermione with suddenly cold eyes.
“I’ll be changing password to our dorms tomorrow. DON’T give it to the Weasel again without asking me first.” he snapped, his voice being just as frosty as his eyes.
“WAIT!” Hermione gasped, desperate to fix the quickly building uncomfortable feeling between them, “I – I just wanted to say thank you for your wonderful gift.” she said softly, her eyes cast down.
“You already did.” he replied curtly.
“No,” she said quietly, “Actually I didn’t. I said I’d treasure it always, and I meant it.” Draco’s eyes narrowed and he nodded and turned on his heel to leave, but her words stopped him once again.
“Draco,” she said moving to stand in front of him, he turned and looked down at her impassively.
“Yes?”
Hermione gulped, this was important….Very important.
“I said I’d treasure your gift to me always and I will…” she murmured, her eyes staring deep into his, willing him to understand and gathering her courage she finished, “And I wanted you to know that I love the book as well.”
She watched as Draco’s eyes crinkled slightly and then widened and softened before her turning from deep grey to silvery blue. She noticed how his breath was shallow suddenly as he simply nodded, his eyes flicking over her face briefly before turning to leave her staring at the empty doorway.
Hermione turned, letting her eyes slide closed and sighed sadly, “Well that went well…”
She took a moment to compose herself and straighten her clothes a bit before going to meet Ron and Harry in the common room below.
Try as hard as she might, she just couldn’t stop wondering what fate had in store for her and her Slytherin…
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Story Begun – 12/26/04
Chapter two begun – 12/28/04
Chapter one completed – 12/29/04
OFFICIAL DISCLAIMER: I do not own (unfortunately) any Harry Potter Characters, trains, buildings, etc. That honor is JKR’s.
OK Kids, this is gooey sweet so be sure to brush afterwards – I fear its toothache time…Let me know what you think!
Ch 2 – VALUE, RESPECT, CARE & FRIENDSHIP
“Pinch me, I must be dreaming…” Hermione murmured as she stood with weak knees peering in awe at what was to be her bedroom for the next year.
Taking a few shaky steps into the room Hermione felt that contagious, brilliant smile that had settled upon her face these past few weeks materialize again and this time she knew it had no intention of departing anytime soon.
Hermione felt the bubbling of laughter welling up in her chest and welcomed it, and in a very un-Hermione like fashion threw her arms up in the air and twirled around and around the center of her room with her face upturned toward the heavens, her hair swirling about in a mass of untamed curls and she laughed. She laughed and laughed until she cried from the sheer joy of it all!
She had DONE IT!
She, Hermione Granger, a muggle born witch, who had no IDEA that witches and wizards even existed or that she, herself even possessed any magical abilities whatsoever until the age of ten had become the HEAD GIRL of one of the most prestigious and premier schools for witchcraft and wizardry in the WORLD and she couldn’t be any more proud at that moment if she tried.
Hermione, simply put, was elated.
This very instant in time was what she had worked so hard for these past six years. It’s what she had strived to achieve every minute of her days in school. And all the work, all the missed parties and lonely weekends spent in the library or in her common room studying was well worth every second of doubt and nagging worry just to have these precious few moments of clarity and realization, that even dreams that seem impossible to attain can indeed come true.
Hermione still grinning and giggling quietly finally stopped twirling and let her eyes come back into focus as she wandered over to her bed to find four gifts sitting atop the covers.
She sat primly on the edge of the bed, grin still firmly in place, and opened the first two packages without much fuss.
The first was a picture from Ron of Hermione and he hugging each other, taken at the end of this past summer vacation with a note attached, sending his congratulations on her becoming Head Girl and saying that he was proud of her and loved her (as a friend of course) very much.
The next was from Ginny. It was a tall bottle filled with a pinkish, thick liquid that appeared to have glitter in it and it reminded Hermione of bath gel. But what made her gasp was what the simple note attached said:
'Hermione,
Don’t tell ANYONE where you got this. Don’t ASK where I got it. Don’t GIVE IT AWAY and whatever you do, DON’T THROW IT AWAY.
If all goes as I think it will, you’ll want to keep this around for someone special later on.
This is an Ecstasy Potion. Take some with your partner and enjoy! (By the way, trust me it works!)
Congratulations on getting Head Girl and give my best to Malfoy.
Ginny'
Hermione groaned. That girl was absolutely sex CRAZED. She was quite sure that Harry was ecstatic about that, but Hermione just couldn’t picture EVER using an Ecstasy Potion. Besides, they were practically illegal and impossible to find…
She eyed the bottle distrustfully and set it on her dresser, deciding she’d put it away later and forget about it, for at the moment her attention was drawn to the two remaining boxes.
Reaching for the smaller of the two, she opened the card and immediately recognized the writing as Harry’s and smiled as she read it:
'Dear Hermione,
Congratulations on becoming Head Girl!
When I went to get you a gift I realized that I already had something that I thought was perfect for you.
I rather see it like I see you. It’s beautiful, elusive and clever and once you’ve managed to grasp a hold of it, you hold on for dear life because you realize how special and precious it is – just like you are Hermione.
So, I hope you’ll treasure this little token as much as I have and know that I love you very much and even though it’s hard for me to say all the time, I am so very proud of you and treasure you.
All my friendship and love always,
Harry '
Hermione opened the box with shaking hands and looked down at a golden snitch nestled in a bed of soft velvet. Sitting atop the orb was another small note that read:
'The first snitch I ever caught – Harry'
Hermione let her fingers graze over the tiny golden ball and felt it hum slightly at her touch and she wiped a stray tear from her cheek. Oh how she loved that boy so dearly, there wasn’t much she wouldn’t do for him and he the same for her. Harry was the brother she never had and she treasured him more than words or emotions could ever express.
Smiling she closed the box reverently and put it on her nightstand deciding she was going to go and visit him as soon as she had managed to get her emotions back under control.
With her hands still trembling slightly Hermione reached for the last box and opened it carefully. Sitting atop the thick tissue paper was a plain envelope with the letter ‘H’ written on the front and a wax seal on the back with a crest embossed on it that she didn’t recognize.
She opened the letter and it read:
'Hermione,
I know how fond you are of this and seeing as how you won’t be able to leave with the one that seems to be perpetually at your side, I thought perhaps you might like to have one of your very own.
Congratulations on becoming Head Girl.
Draco'
Hermione’s heart began to beat very fast, “He got me a gift…” she whispered as she lifted the heavy box onto her lap and removed the thick tissue paper to reveal…
“Oh my!” Hermione gasped as she reached in to pluck the heavy, leather bound tome of ‘Hogwarts A History’ out from the confines of the box and into her arms. This was no ordinary copy though, it was OLD and GORGEOUS and in absolutely pristine condition.
Clearly this cost a small fortune.
Upon opening the cover she discovered a small inscription and gasped once again as she read:
'HG –
This is a first edition.
I hope you’ll value and regard it with respect and care, much as I do our friendship.
Always,
DM'
Hermione was stunned; four words screamed out to her from that simple inscription – ‘value’, ‘respect’, ‘care’ and ‘friendship.’
She stared at the cover and realized that Draco had just given her a gift far more cherished than any book could ever be…
Draco, that cunning Slytherin, had given her the gift of friendship. And he’d managed to do so without uttering a single word in confirmation to her. Yet there it was reinforced and solidified in ink for her to treasure always – and she would, oh how she would...
Hermione closed the cover carefully and clutched the book tightly to her chest. She slid her eyes closed and sighed, ‘He likes me, he thinks of me as his friend…’ “Oh, mercy.” she said softly even as her mind wandered to that familiar place she’d set aside that belonged especially to Draco.
Draco and all his wondrous glory with those eyes of his, eyes the color of gunmetal grey and sky blue, eyes that set her soul a flame…and his lips that never failed to make her pulse race out of control when he shot a grin her way, leaving her breathless with the desire to kiss them, run her tongue along them, nip at them…LORD how she LONGED to have her lusty way with his lips…Then there was that golden halo of hair that made him look every bit the angel. An angel sent here on earth to torment the mere mortals such as herself with his beauty.
And Hermione was indeed tormented.
Somewhere along the way this past summer when she wound up sitting quietly alone or was lying in her bed in the silence of the evening before sleep enveloped her, Hermione found her thoughts more and more frequently drifting to Draco.
Wondering how he was doing? Where he was? Did he find himself missing her or thinking about her at all? Sighing, she bet not.
Yet still, Hermione would contemplate late into the night when dreams eluded her and his image danced in her head as her eyes drifted to the velvety night sky, if maybe by some chance, some lucky twist of fate he too was thinking of her…
Hermione sighed deeply, unconsciously hugging her book closer to her chest, for she had finally come to terms with the fact that she was completely and utterly infatuated with Draco Malfoy and no amount of time away from him had helped. In fact, if anything it made her more anxious to see him again.
And now, knowing that he was just a few short steps away from her bedroom, truly a common door away from his bedroom – accessible to each other in the most intimate and private times of the night, Hermione realized she was in very, very big trouble.
The fact of the matter was that Hermione Granger WANTED Draco Malfoy and now that he was here, so close, she decided that not only did she want him, but that she was most likely going to do her damnedest to get him…
A deep chuckle startled Hermione from her thoughts and elicited a sharp gasp as her eyes snapped open to take in the sight of her Head Boy – One very fetching, very available and incredibly handsome, Draco Malfoy leaning lazily in the doorframe of their adjoining bathroom observing her calmly and at seeing the surprise on her face graced Hermione with a mind-numbingly sexy lop sided grin.
“Somehow I knew you’d like my gift, however if I’d known it would get such a warm response I would have just presented it in person.”
Hermione‘s eyes widened as the sound of his rich, low voice sent shivers down her spine. She looked at him quizzically then down at the large book pressed firmly to her chest and back up at him again and without a second thought stood and launched herself into his arms.
Draco caught her against him with a resounding “HRUMPH” wrapping his arms tightly around her to steady them as Hermione twined one of her own around his neck, the other still clutching the heavy book between them and looked up into his eyes with a mixture of surprise at her actions and desire at feeling his body pressed firmly against hers.
Draco’s own eyes widened as he was caught off guard, then he smiled down into her face and chuckled, “Hermione Granger, you never cease to surprise me.”
She sighed and nodded staring into his eyes unable to look away, “I’d get used to it if I were you. I’ve been known to do that now and again.”
Draco’s eyebrows shot up and he loosened his grip on her raising a hand to her cheek and letting his thumb rub slowly up and down her jaw line, casually caressing her cheek and chin with the back of his knuckles.
She noticed how his eyes turned very blue as he looked deep into hers, “I’ll look forward to being pleasantly surprised far more often then.” he drawled.
Hermione caught her breath, ‘Pleasantly surprised….’
“I take it this enthusiastic response is confirmation that you like the gift then?” he purred, his fingers trailing slowly down her neck now.
Hermione gulped and shivered at his touch. “I – I’ll treasure it always.” she managed finally, “It means more to me than you will ever know.”
Draco’s caresses and close proximity were taking a toll on her senses and as his fingers now dipped to graze her collarbone and the base of her neck, her body reacted as he hit a sensitive spot and Hermione’s knees buckled slightly.
Draco caught her easily against him, but Hermione’s hold on her book had loosened and it slid down between them, suddenly freeing their bodies to come briefly in contact with each other, uninhibited by the thick book. Instantly they were mesmerized by the feel of each other’s bodies pressed tightly together.
But just as quickly as the moment had happened, it had passed when the heavy book thumped loudly to the floor between them causing the fragile closeness to shatter.
Draco was fighting feelings that had suddenly leapt up in his chest as an unfamiliar pang began making his heart beat faster. He found his eyes were suddenly focused on Hermione’s lips. They were so close, so close he felt her breath tickling his cheek and he blinked, subconsciously holding her tighter in his arms.
He liked the way she was looking into his eyes, like she could see his very soul.
He liked it a little too much.
Draco realizing this took a slight step back from her and they both bent to pick up the book at the same moment, their fingers grazing each others, their cheeks brushing gently and their eyes locking once again in a heated stare.
Neither moved, neither breathed as slowly their faces drifted closer, eyes growing heavy with desire until finally Draco leaned in and softly kissed her, his lips opening to catch her bottom lip between both of his and then leaning closer still to repeat the slow sensual kiss to her top lip. Hermione groaned as she tilted her head and let her hand travel up his arm to his shoulder and rest finally at the base of his neck.
Draco pulled her closer now and they both fell forward landing on their knees as their bodies collided and instinctively pushed together closing the space between them completely.
Hermione groaned as one of Draco’s hands wound deep into her curls and the other rested at the base of her spine pushing her closer to him still. Draco’s tongue shot out slowly tasting her bottom lip, licking it, his teeth pulling on the sensitive flesh, nipping and sucking on it as he’d dreamt of doing for so very long now.
Hermione let out a low deep moan, twining her fingers deep into his silky hair and grasping him closer to her as she opened her mouth to him…when a sharp rapping on her bedroom door jolted them apart.
They knelt there, eyes wide with surprise at the fire that had ignited between them so suddenly, breath coming in fast gasps as the knock at the door came again…
“Mione, are you in there?”
Hermione’s eyes drifted closed, “DAMN” she muttered getting up slowly and looking at Draco who had also gotten up holding her book in his hands. His face was dark and stormy as he glared with open disgust at the closed door.
“I – I’m here Ron, just give me a minute, I’ll meet you in the common room downstairs.”
“Oh….OK….You all right Mione?” Ron said, sounding decidedly dejected at not being allowed entrance to her room. Hermione held firm not wanting to give Draco any wrong ideas.
“I’m fine, honestly Ron. I’ll be down in a moment.”
“Fine” came the sullen reply.
Hermione squared her shoulders and watched as Draco placed the book on her bed and was heading back through the door to the bathroom, when he turned to face Hermione with suddenly cold eyes.
“I’ll be changing password to our dorms tomorrow. DON’T give it to the Weasel again without asking me first.” he snapped, his voice being just as frosty as his eyes.
“WAIT!” Hermione gasped, desperate to fix the quickly building uncomfortable feeling between them, “I – I just wanted to say thank you for your wonderful gift.” she said softly, her eyes cast down.
“You already did.” he replied curtly.
“No,” she said quietly, “Actually I didn’t. I said I’d treasure it always, and I meant it.” Draco’s eyes narrowed and he nodded and turned on his heel to leave, but her words stopped him once again.
“Draco,” she said moving to stand in front of him, he turned and looked down at her impassively.
“Yes?”
Hermione gulped, this was important….Very important.
“I said I’d treasure your gift to me always and I will…” she murmured, her eyes staring deep into his, willing him to understand and gathering her courage she finished, “And I wanted you to know that I love the book as well.”
She watched as Draco’s eyes crinkled slightly and then widened and softened before her turning from deep grey to silvery blue. She noticed how his breath was shallow suddenly as he simply nodded, his eyes flicking over her face briefly before turning to leave her staring at the empty doorway.
Hermione turned, letting her eyes slide closed and sighed sadly, “Well that went well…”
She took a moment to compose herself and straighten her clothes a bit before going to meet Ron and Harry in the common room below.
Try as hard as she might, she just couldn’t stop wondering what fate had in store for her and her Slytherin…
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