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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
21
Views:
11,328
Reviews:
32
Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Bed Time
We don’t own Harry Potter! But we’d be willing to buy him! ::counts our change:: between the two of us we have 57 cents! Is that enough.....hello?...
Chapter 20
Bed Time
Draco sat at the table pushing his roast beef with his fork.
“Eat that, don’t play with it!” Hermione hissed.
“But it smells bad...” he hissed back and snarled his nose down at his plate.
Hermione pinched his leg under the table and he shot her a dirty look out of the corner of his eye.
“Um...Mum,” Mr. Granger began. “We didn’t know you were planning on staying. I’m not sure we have a place for you to sleep.”
“What?” she called.
“I said I’m not sure we have a place for you to sleep, Mum!” Mr. Granger yelled, startling Mrs. Granger and almost making her drop her glass.
“Well! I am a guest!” she replied. “I assume I’ll be sleeping in your bed, due to the fact that I’m a guest!”
Mrs. Granger’s mouth bobbed open and closed.
“Well, I suppose we could sleep in the guestroom.” Mr. Granger said, rubbing his eyes in a mixture of frustration and exasperation.
“Then where will I sleep?!” Draco cried in a hushed whisper to Hermione.
“I’m assuming on the couch.” she whispered back.
Draco turned into the living room to stare at the couch. It was worn, with an ugly floral print and cushions that he was sure was incredibly lumpy.
“You expect me to sleep on that?!?” he cried, completely outraged.
“Well it folds out into a bed, silly!” she smiled at him.
“No!” Draco said, crossing his arms stubbornly.
“No what?” she said.
“I‘m not sleeping on that!” he said again, shaking his head.
“Yes you are and-”
“No!” he said again.
“Drac-”
“No!”
“There\'s nothing wrong wi-”
“No! Then you sleep on it!”
“But this is my house!”
“Yes and I am your guest!”
He smiled triumphantly and looked at Grandma.
“He\'s right, you know.” Grandma said, giving Hermione a disapproving look.
Mrs. Granger’s mouth dropped.
“You heard that??” she asked. “We have to scream everything at you, yet you heard that??”
“What?!?” Grandma half screamed.
Hermione shook her head and dropped her fork.
“May we be excused?” she asked, desperate to get away from her family.
Not that she didn’t like them, they were just grating on her nerves at the moment.
“Yes, you’re excused.” Her mother said, her face still buried in her hands.
Hermione grabbed Draco by the collar and jerked him to his feet.
He was still grinning happily as she drug him from the room.
“What are you so happy about?” she half spat at him.
“I’m right!” he smirked. “But then again, was there ever a doubt?”
“Just wipe that smirk off your face because you’re not getting my bed!” She cried.
“But you said it wasn’t that bad!” he said, raising his eyebrows. “That means you should have no problem sleeping there!”
**************************************************
Hermione was tossing and turning on the fold-out couch.
There was an extremely sharp spring poking her in the small of the back and she contorted her body to try and avoid it.
The blanket she was sleeping under reeked of dust and mothballs and her pillow was completely flat.
“This sucks!” she said, sitting up and staring around the room.
Then, a thought entered her mind.
Draco sleeping peacefully, curled up in HER bed under HER blanket with his head resting on HER pillow.
She scowled into the darkness.
She bit her bottom lip in thought, before hopping off the mattress and creeping up the stairs.
**********************************
Draco was curled up in Hermione’s bed.
It actually wasn’t very bad, though the pink and ruffles was making him slightly nauseous.
He sighed deeply and turned over again, trying his best to fix the pillow that was feeling terribly lumpy under his head.
His head snapped up when he heard the stairs creaking outside the bedroom.
It was foot steps.
They were growing closer and closer...
He bit his lip and pulled the cover all the way up under his nose.
The door creaked open and he sprang from the bed and seized what he had thought was his wand, but ended up with Hermione’s hairbrush in one hand and the pillow in the other.
“In the mood for a late night pillow fight?” Hermione chuckled, amused by the sight of a half naked Draco armed only with a hairbrush and pillow.
Draco scowled at her, before climbing back into bed.
“How have you slept so far tonight, love?” he smirked at her.
“Ugh, horribly.” she frowned. “I’ve decided that you’re either going to sleep downstairs or roll over!” she stated matter-of-factly.
He scooted over to the far side of the bed and patted it with his best “I’m-so-sexy” grin.
Hermione rolled her eyes and crawled in beside him, turning her back to him.
It wasn’t long before she felt a familiar hand snake it’s way up and rest upon her left breast.
“Draco!” she cried, smacking his hand away.
“Shhhh!” he hissed into her ear and went for her breast again.
She scowled at him again and slapped at his hand.
“You know, I’m starting to think you really might be ‘the gay’” He grinned at her.
Hermione jumped up and crawled across him.
He grabbed onto her hips and pulled her into a straddling position.
“Alright!” he cried. “Now this is what I’m talking about!”
Rolled her eyes at him in disgust and reached over for the alarm clock.
“What are you doing?” he frowned at her.
“I’m setting an alarm so I can be out of this bed and back down on the couch before my family wakes up.”
“So you’re staying?” he asked hopefully.
“Of course I’m staying!” she stated. Hermione tried to roll off him.
“Where do you think you are going?” He asked smiling. She sighed.
“Draco, darling, it’s 1:52 in the morning, I want to go to bed.” She said. He pouted.
“No!” She hissed as she rolled off him.
“Please.” He said in a sweet voice.
“No!” She hissed as she got comfortable. Draco flipped on to his back and stared into the darkness.
“Hermione,” He whispered “Hermione are you awake?”
“What!?!” she screamed half asleep.
“Well, would you do me?” He whispered.
“Do what?” She said still half asleep.
“You know....” He said kissing her on the shoulder.
“NO!” she shrieked. Draco flipped over on his side and stared at the clock.
“2:00.” he thought.
He flipped back over to Hermione and gave her a little nudge.
“What!?!” She screamed half asleep.
“Well, can I do you?” He asked
“Do what?” She answered.
“You know....” He said rubbing the inside of her thigh. Hermione flipped over.
“Alright,” he thought smiling. His smile fell from his face when he looked at Hermione and seen he was getting the stink eye. Draco rolled on his back.
“Good night love.” He said
“Good night darling.” She said giving him a kiss on the check.
Chapter 20
Bed Time
Draco sat at the table pushing his roast beef with his fork.
“Eat that, don’t play with it!” Hermione hissed.
“But it smells bad...” he hissed back and snarled his nose down at his plate.
Hermione pinched his leg under the table and he shot her a dirty look out of the corner of his eye.
“Um...Mum,” Mr. Granger began. “We didn’t know you were planning on staying. I’m not sure we have a place for you to sleep.”
“What?” she called.
“I said I’m not sure we have a place for you to sleep, Mum!” Mr. Granger yelled, startling Mrs. Granger and almost making her drop her glass.
“Well! I am a guest!” she replied. “I assume I’ll be sleeping in your bed, due to the fact that I’m a guest!”
Mrs. Granger’s mouth bobbed open and closed.
“Well, I suppose we could sleep in the guestroom.” Mr. Granger said, rubbing his eyes in a mixture of frustration and exasperation.
“Then where will I sleep?!” Draco cried in a hushed whisper to Hermione.
“I’m assuming on the couch.” she whispered back.
Draco turned into the living room to stare at the couch. It was worn, with an ugly floral print and cushions that he was sure was incredibly lumpy.
“You expect me to sleep on that?!?” he cried, completely outraged.
“Well it folds out into a bed, silly!” she smiled at him.
“No!” Draco said, crossing his arms stubbornly.
“No what?” she said.
“I‘m not sleeping on that!” he said again, shaking his head.
“Yes you are and-”
“No!” he said again.
“Drac-”
“No!”
“There\'s nothing wrong wi-”
“No! Then you sleep on it!”
“But this is my house!”
“Yes and I am your guest!”
He smiled triumphantly and looked at Grandma.
“He\'s right, you know.” Grandma said, giving Hermione a disapproving look.
Mrs. Granger’s mouth dropped.
“You heard that??” she asked. “We have to scream everything at you, yet you heard that??”
“What?!?” Grandma half screamed.
Hermione shook her head and dropped her fork.
“May we be excused?” she asked, desperate to get away from her family.
Not that she didn’t like them, they were just grating on her nerves at the moment.
“Yes, you’re excused.” Her mother said, her face still buried in her hands.
Hermione grabbed Draco by the collar and jerked him to his feet.
He was still grinning happily as she drug him from the room.
“What are you so happy about?” she half spat at him.
“I’m right!” he smirked. “But then again, was there ever a doubt?”
“Just wipe that smirk off your face because you’re not getting my bed!” She cried.
“But you said it wasn’t that bad!” he said, raising his eyebrows. “That means you should have no problem sleeping there!”
**************************************************
Hermione was tossing and turning on the fold-out couch.
There was an extremely sharp spring poking her in the small of the back and she contorted her body to try and avoid it.
The blanket she was sleeping under reeked of dust and mothballs and her pillow was completely flat.
“This sucks!” she said, sitting up and staring around the room.
Then, a thought entered her mind.
Draco sleeping peacefully, curled up in HER bed under HER blanket with his head resting on HER pillow.
She scowled into the darkness.
She bit her bottom lip in thought, before hopping off the mattress and creeping up the stairs.
**********************************
Draco was curled up in Hermione’s bed.
It actually wasn’t very bad, though the pink and ruffles was making him slightly nauseous.
He sighed deeply and turned over again, trying his best to fix the pillow that was feeling terribly lumpy under his head.
His head snapped up when he heard the stairs creaking outside the bedroom.
It was foot steps.
They were growing closer and closer...
He bit his lip and pulled the cover all the way up under his nose.
The door creaked open and he sprang from the bed and seized what he had thought was his wand, but ended up with Hermione’s hairbrush in one hand and the pillow in the other.
“In the mood for a late night pillow fight?” Hermione chuckled, amused by the sight of a half naked Draco armed only with a hairbrush and pillow.
Draco scowled at her, before climbing back into bed.
“How have you slept so far tonight, love?” he smirked at her.
“Ugh, horribly.” she frowned. “I’ve decided that you’re either going to sleep downstairs or roll over!” she stated matter-of-factly.
He scooted over to the far side of the bed and patted it with his best “I’m-so-sexy” grin.
Hermione rolled her eyes and crawled in beside him, turning her back to him.
It wasn’t long before she felt a familiar hand snake it’s way up and rest upon her left breast.
“Draco!” she cried, smacking his hand away.
“Shhhh!” he hissed into her ear and went for her breast again.
She scowled at him again and slapped at his hand.
“You know, I’m starting to think you really might be ‘the gay’” He grinned at her.
Hermione jumped up and crawled across him.
He grabbed onto her hips and pulled her into a straddling position.
“Alright!” he cried. “Now this is what I’m talking about!”
Rolled her eyes at him in disgust and reached over for the alarm clock.
“What are you doing?” he frowned at her.
“I’m setting an alarm so I can be out of this bed and back down on the couch before my family wakes up.”
“So you’re staying?” he asked hopefully.
“Of course I’m staying!” she stated. Hermione tried to roll off him.
“Where do you think you are going?” He asked smiling. She sighed.
“Draco, darling, it’s 1:52 in the morning, I want to go to bed.” She said. He pouted.
“No!” She hissed as she rolled off him.
“Please.” He said in a sweet voice.
“No!” She hissed as she got comfortable. Draco flipped on to his back and stared into the darkness.
“Hermione,” He whispered “Hermione are you awake?”
“What!?!” she screamed half asleep.
“Well, would you do me?” He whispered.
“Do what?” She said still half asleep.
“You know....” He said kissing her on the shoulder.
“NO!” she shrieked. Draco flipped over on his side and stared at the clock.
“2:00.” he thought.
He flipped back over to Hermione and gave her a little nudge.
“What!?!” She screamed half asleep.
“Well, can I do you?” He asked
“Do what?” She answered.
“You know....” He said rubbing the inside of her thigh. Hermione flipped over.
“Alright,” he thought smiling. His smile fell from his face when he looked at Hermione and seen he was getting the stink eye. Draco rolled on his back.
“Good night love.” He said
“Good night darling.” She said giving him a kiss on the check.