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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
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1,648
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7
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Draco
Chapter 2
-*Wondering the streets, in a world underneath it all
Nothing seems to be, nothing tastes as sweet
As what I can't have
Like you and the way that you're twisting your hair
round your finger
Tonight I'm not afraid to tell you
What I feel about you.
I'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have
and cannon ball into the water
I'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have
For you I will
For you I will*-
Draco smirked as he passed through the portrait hole into his new common room. His exceptional reasoning skills had already led him to the conclusion that Hermione Granger would be Head Girl this year, which he was oddly excited about.
Hermione lay on the red couch closest to the fire, nose buried in a book, a fact that Malfoy could not help but laugh at. Hermione jerked her head up, eyes ablaze.
Draco cleared his throat and took a step backwards. This was not the skinny, awkward girl he had been tormenting for the past six years. Gone was the bushy hair, and gone was the innocence she had somehow maintained through the beginning of the war.
He had been so engrossed in studying Hermione, that he did not realize she had laid her book down and was standing toe to toe with him, staring him dead in the eye.
“Do not even think of trying this year, Malfoy. I am done with your taunting, and with your superior attitude. I have been through enough, I have seen enough,” her voice softened as she traced the lines of his face with her amber eyes, looking suddenly vulnerable. “I think we all have.”
Draco watched as she straightened up and squared her shoulders. He watched as her loose curls bounced around her shoulders as she shook her head, and stuck her hand out, gnawing her full lower lip in uncertainty. “We don’t have to be friends, Malfoy, but can we at least be civil?”
His silver eyes widened, and he looked down at her small, fragile looking hand. He looked back up at her, and smiled when he saw her twirling one curl around her finger quickly tangling it up.
“You look rather ditzy, you know, when you twirl your hair like that?” he said, trying to quell the urge to pull the finger from her hair and kiss it.
He smirked again as her eyes blazed up again. “Relax, it was a joke.”
His heart raced as a slow smile graced her soft, delicate features. He took her small hand in his, and shook it firmly.
“Draco,” he said quietly.
“What?” she said, staring down at his long, pale fingers wrapped around hers.
“We are going to start over, right now. My name is Draco, and it is nice to meet you.”
His heart leapt into his throat again when Hermione looked up and he saw tears in her sooty lashes.
“I’m Hermione, it’s nice to meet you as well. I enjoy learning, and I enjoy long walks on the beach in the moonlight and candlelight dinners.”
He tilted his head and looked at her like she was loopy.
“Muggle reference. People put…advertisements in the newspapers to find other people, to date, you know?”
Draco shook his blond his head, but grinned at her, watching her roll her eyes exasperatedly.
“Well then, tell me something about yourself!” she huffed.
He met her eyes, suddenly serious, and tightened his grip on her hand. “I am not like my father.”
Hermione squeezed his hand back lightly, an expression he couldn’t read showing plainly on her face, before turning away and picking up her book.
He watched her full hips sway as she headed up to her bedroom slowly; admiring the way her black yoga pants clung to her subtly muscular curves. He licked his lips a little, imaging what she would look like without them.
He was startled out of his reverie by her soft voice in his ears. “Good night then, Malfoy.”
“Draco.”
His grey eyes met hers again, a pleading look in them.
“Draco,” she nodded, and disappeared through her portrait hole.
-*Wondering the streets, in a world underneath it all
Nothing seems to be, nothing tastes as sweet
As what I can't have
Like you and the way that you're twisting your hair
round your finger
Tonight I'm not afraid to tell you
What I feel about you.
I'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have
and cannon ball into the water
I'm gonna muster every ounce of confidence I have
For you I will
For you I will*-
Draco smirked as he passed through the portrait hole into his new common room. His exceptional reasoning skills had already led him to the conclusion that Hermione Granger would be Head Girl this year, which he was oddly excited about.
Hermione lay on the red couch closest to the fire, nose buried in a book, a fact that Malfoy could not help but laugh at. Hermione jerked her head up, eyes ablaze.
Draco cleared his throat and took a step backwards. This was not the skinny, awkward girl he had been tormenting for the past six years. Gone was the bushy hair, and gone was the innocence she had somehow maintained through the beginning of the war.
He had been so engrossed in studying Hermione, that he did not realize she had laid her book down and was standing toe to toe with him, staring him dead in the eye.
“Do not even think of trying this year, Malfoy. I am done with your taunting, and with your superior attitude. I have been through enough, I have seen enough,” her voice softened as she traced the lines of his face with her amber eyes, looking suddenly vulnerable. “I think we all have.”
Draco watched as she straightened up and squared her shoulders. He watched as her loose curls bounced around her shoulders as she shook her head, and stuck her hand out, gnawing her full lower lip in uncertainty. “We don’t have to be friends, Malfoy, but can we at least be civil?”
His silver eyes widened, and he looked down at her small, fragile looking hand. He looked back up at her, and smiled when he saw her twirling one curl around her finger quickly tangling it up.
“You look rather ditzy, you know, when you twirl your hair like that?” he said, trying to quell the urge to pull the finger from her hair and kiss it.
He smirked again as her eyes blazed up again. “Relax, it was a joke.”
His heart raced as a slow smile graced her soft, delicate features. He took her small hand in his, and shook it firmly.
“Draco,” he said quietly.
“What?” she said, staring down at his long, pale fingers wrapped around hers.
“We are going to start over, right now. My name is Draco, and it is nice to meet you.”
His heart leapt into his throat again when Hermione looked up and he saw tears in her sooty lashes.
“I’m Hermione, it’s nice to meet you as well. I enjoy learning, and I enjoy long walks on the beach in the moonlight and candlelight dinners.”
He tilted his head and looked at her like she was loopy.
“Muggle reference. People put…advertisements in the newspapers to find other people, to date, you know?”
Draco shook his blond his head, but grinned at her, watching her roll her eyes exasperatedly.
“Well then, tell me something about yourself!” she huffed.
He met her eyes, suddenly serious, and tightened his grip on her hand. “I am not like my father.”
Hermione squeezed his hand back lightly, an expression he couldn’t read showing plainly on her face, before turning away and picking up her book.
He watched her full hips sway as she headed up to her bedroom slowly; admiring the way her black yoga pants clung to her subtly muscular curves. He licked his lips a little, imaging what she would look like without them.
He was startled out of his reverie by her soft voice in his ears. “Good night then, Malfoy.”
“Draco.”
His grey eyes met hers again, a pleading look in them.
“Draco,” she nodded, and disappeared through her portrait hole.