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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
3,391
Reviews:
11
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The first meeting
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling
A/N: I’m soo sorry about the amount of time this took and for the shortness. The real world is kicking my butt right now. But you can thank Craig David for me even putting something here as it was his album that inspired me to write more of my lil’ love story. One more thing, to my British readers, this fic will have some songs mentioned and if you could give me some names of British r&b singers or any British singer with songs that might work with this story that would be great. It would be weird if they only used American songs to perform to.
Draco climbed out of the shower and wrapped the nearby hanging towel around his waist. He walked across the bathroom and stood before the foggy mirror, absently wiping a small portion clean with the palm of his hand. Staring hard into the mirror, he studied his reflection.
Damp, tousled blond hair, lightly tanned and clear skin, and clear grayish-blue eyes stared back at him. He didn’t have a chiseled face but had boyishly mischievous features that always had his peers wondering if he was up to something deliciously naughty. Draco suddenly smirked at his reflection; he was always up to something naughty in some way.
Draco was startled out of his thoughts by the sound of his apartment door being securely shut. He knew Hermione had come over sometime earlier to hang out with Blaise and as a result had pretty much spent the past hour or so locked up in his room. It was a childish thing to do, but he didn’t care. Draco had barely said a word to Hermione in about two years; it was pretty much the only way he could get over her.
It had never been Draco’s intention to totally cut her out of his life. He had spent the summer after 7th year getting over her by traveling and dating various girls in various countries. By the end of the summer he thought he could just see her as a friend. But when he had seen her his first day at Uni, all bubbly and more gorgeous than ever, he felt like the summer had never happened. All his feelings had suddenly come rushing back to him. But when she started to speak about her summer trip with Victor Krum, it was as if a bucket of ice water had been thrown over his heart. He couldn’t let himself go through the pain of loving her again, so he just turned her away.
He sighed and walked to his bedroom, closing the door behind him. Draco tried not to think about Hermione too much because if he did, he would just start to miss her all over again. He walked over to his wardrobe closet in order to find an outfit for his date tonight. After rummaging for a few minutes he settled on a pair of stonewashed jeans with a white button-down shirt. Next, he walked over to his dresser and opened the top drawer. Draco picked up a small light-blue box and noticed it was empty. With annoyance he threw the box into the nearby garbage bin.
Draco finished getting all of his things together and left his bedroom. He saw that Blaise’s bedroom door was open and that the light was on. Draco figured that the door he heard closing earlier was Hermione leaving so he walked over to Blaise’s room.
“Hey Blaise!” Draco yelled walking closer to the door. “Do you have any condoms?”
There were plenty of contraceptive and STD spells and charms that were used in the wizarding world. But Blaise and Draco always felt that you even though you were protected by these you never really know who else a girl has been with. That, and the fact that they were so incredibly conceited and popular that they felt a girl should be something special if they really got to ‘feel’ them. So they preferred to have an actual physical barrier between themselves and their bedmates.
Draco froze when he finally reached the door. Unfortunately it wasn’t Blaise in the room, but Hermione, staring at him like a deer caught in headlights. She quickly turned back to the magazine she had been reading.
Draco watched as Hermione’s cheeks became slightly flushed and she began to bite on her bottom lip. A strange pleasant feeling swept through his body as he continued to stare at her, but he ignored it.
“Blaise went to the store to buy something,” Hermione said quietly, still looking at her magazine. “He keeps his condoms in his top desk drawer. I’ll tell him you took some.”
All of a sudden another feeling swept through him, but this time it was not remotely pleasant. How would she know where Blaise kept his condoms? Had she slept with him before and seen him take it out? But even then, why would Blaise use a condom if he slept with Hermione?
Draco walked over to the desk as calmly as possible. All he could now think of was being out of Hermione’s presence; it was unnerving him as usual. He opened the drawer quickly not even taking the time to smirk at the amount of sexual objects in Blaise’s drawer. Draco quickly took a small foil packet from the drawer and walked out of the room silently. Putting the condom in his pocket he left his apartment. He was going to do whatever it took to make that strange feeling go away.
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A/N: I’m soo sorry about the amount of time this took and for the shortness. The real world is kicking my butt right now. But you can thank Craig David for me even putting something here as it was his album that inspired me to write more of my lil’ love story. One more thing, to my British readers, this fic will have some songs mentioned and if you could give me some names of British r&b singers or any British singer with songs that might work with this story that would be great. It would be weird if they only used American songs to perform to.
Draco climbed out of the shower and wrapped the nearby hanging towel around his waist. He walked across the bathroom and stood before the foggy mirror, absently wiping a small portion clean with the palm of his hand. Staring hard into the mirror, he studied his reflection.
Damp, tousled blond hair, lightly tanned and clear skin, and clear grayish-blue eyes stared back at him. He didn’t have a chiseled face but had boyishly mischievous features that always had his peers wondering if he was up to something deliciously naughty. Draco suddenly smirked at his reflection; he was always up to something naughty in some way.
Draco was startled out of his thoughts by the sound of his apartment door being securely shut. He knew Hermione had come over sometime earlier to hang out with Blaise and as a result had pretty much spent the past hour or so locked up in his room. It was a childish thing to do, but he didn’t care. Draco had barely said a word to Hermione in about two years; it was pretty much the only way he could get over her.
It had never been Draco’s intention to totally cut her out of his life. He had spent the summer after 7th year getting over her by traveling and dating various girls in various countries. By the end of the summer he thought he could just see her as a friend. But when he had seen her his first day at Uni, all bubbly and more gorgeous than ever, he felt like the summer had never happened. All his feelings had suddenly come rushing back to him. But when she started to speak about her summer trip with Victor Krum, it was as if a bucket of ice water had been thrown over his heart. He couldn’t let himself go through the pain of loving her again, so he just turned her away.
He sighed and walked to his bedroom, closing the door behind him. Draco tried not to think about Hermione too much because if he did, he would just start to miss her all over again. He walked over to his wardrobe closet in order to find an outfit for his date tonight. After rummaging for a few minutes he settled on a pair of stonewashed jeans with a white button-down shirt. Next, he walked over to his dresser and opened the top drawer. Draco picked up a small light-blue box and noticed it was empty. With annoyance he threw the box into the nearby garbage bin.
Draco finished getting all of his things together and left his bedroom. He saw that Blaise’s bedroom door was open and that the light was on. Draco figured that the door he heard closing earlier was Hermione leaving so he walked over to Blaise’s room.
“Hey Blaise!” Draco yelled walking closer to the door. “Do you have any condoms?”
There were plenty of contraceptive and STD spells and charms that were used in the wizarding world. But Blaise and Draco always felt that you even though you were protected by these you never really know who else a girl has been with. That, and the fact that they were so incredibly conceited and popular that they felt a girl should be something special if they really got to ‘feel’ them. So they preferred to have an actual physical barrier between themselves and their bedmates.
Draco froze when he finally reached the door. Unfortunately it wasn’t Blaise in the room, but Hermione, staring at him like a deer caught in headlights. She quickly turned back to the magazine she had been reading.
Draco watched as Hermione’s cheeks became slightly flushed and she began to bite on her bottom lip. A strange pleasant feeling swept through his body as he continued to stare at her, but he ignored it.
“Blaise went to the store to buy something,” Hermione said quietly, still looking at her magazine. “He keeps his condoms in his top desk drawer. I’ll tell him you took some.”
All of a sudden another feeling swept through him, but this time it was not remotely pleasant. How would she know where Blaise kept his condoms? Had she slept with him before and seen him take it out? But even then, why would Blaise use a condom if he slept with Hermione?
Draco walked over to the desk as calmly as possible. All he could now think of was being out of Hermione’s presence; it was unnerving him as usual. He opened the drawer quickly not even taking the time to smirk at the amount of sexual objects in Blaise’s drawer. Draco quickly took a small foil packet from the drawer and walked out of the room silently. Putting the condom in his pocket he left his apartment. He was going to do whatever it took to make that strange feeling go away.
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