I Know What You Did Last Summer With Draco
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
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5,831
Reviews:
6
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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.
Library Trouble
“Where the hell is it?!”, Hermione cursed as she stared up, craning her neck to see the books on the top shelf.
She sighed and looked around for something to stand on. She spotted, at the end of the isle, an old, rickety chair. It didn’t look like it could hold a ten year old, but she decided to use it anyway. She really wanted that book and had too much pride to ask for help from one of the guys.
Hermione carefully stepped on the chair, but still couldn’t see the books on the top shelf. Muttering about how short she was, she set her foot on the arm rest of the chair, and then pushed up to put the other foot on the opposite arm. Taking a few deep breaths, she looked at the shelf with triumph. She finally could see the top shelf! She resisted doing a victory dance and looked over the books.
Hmm…
Magic and Manners
How He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named Stole Christmas
The Dummy’s Guide to Wands
Alright.. Where was it? Caught in thought she didn’t realize that the old chair was groaning under her weight.
**CRACK**
“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!!”, Falling sideways, Hermione desperately tried to grab on to something, luckily grabbing on to the edge of one of the shelves. The chair went crashing to the ground, shattering like a glass cup.
Hanging there by her fingertips, at least five feet from the ground. Hermione was pretty sure she was fucked. She attempted to set her feet on a lower shelf so she could get a better grip with her hands. She glanced down, if she attempted to jump to the floor she would likely get a sharp piece of wood in her foot. Damn her stubbornness!! Why hadn’t she just asked someone for help? “Um…help?” she called quietly.
Fuck her pride. “HELP????!?!??!?”.
She tried desperately to hold on to the shelf, but her finger tips where so slippery. Licking her lips, she let go with one hand and moved it to the lower shelf quickly. ‘OK, I got this down’. She smiled to herself and moved the other hand down, but apparently she wasn’t paying attention because instead of a shelf she grabbed, but a loose book. Her eyes went wide as both hands flew away from the shelf, falling backwards to her near death. She figured she’d die in the library.
Something caught her, wrapping strong arms around her waist. It must have been Kohadon! Sometimes he would come to the library to read with her. His favorite subject was History of Magic.
She gasped softly as the figure behind her rammed into the shelf behind him from the force of her fall. Luckily the shelves were bolted to the ground and they didn’t have a domino affect about to happen. Hermione relaxed her body into Kohadon’s, letting relief wash over her body. She took a deep breath, about to say thanks when she smelt it. A strong, sexy cologne. Kohadon didn’t wear cologne… She turned suddenly to face Draco, “Malfoy.. I.. thought you were someone else..”. She stood there just looking dumb with her jaw dropped.
“Obviously not”
Draco’s arm was still firmly around. She wanted to pull away but… he smelt so damn good, she felt like closing her eyes and just breathing in his amazing scent. But since she was such a pussy, she decided against it. “Could you.. You know… let go of me?”
Draco cleared his throat and released her waist and attempted to step back, but only bumped into the shelf again. He rubbed the back of his neck looking for the closest exit. Hermione ran her tongue thoughtfully over the top row of her teeth, “Um… thanks”
He nodded, glancing at the broken chair, “I’ll go tell the house elves about that” Now with a reason to leave he quickly made his dashing exit.
***
For dinner that night, Dumbledore dropped by. Seeing that the five students were scattered from one end of the great hall to the other he decided to put away all the long rectangular tables and pull out one small circled one that could seat about eight people comfortably. He ate dinner with them that night and asked how things were going and if there was anything they needed before he headed off after dinner. Hermione mentioned that they should have more stools in the library. Draco started to laugh and no one, except Hermione of course, could understand what he was laughing about. Harry came to the conclusion that the hair-dye was getting to his brain.
Author's note: THANK YOU FOR THE REVIEWS!! I got really excited =D And I'm sorry that my chapters are so short, I just get so excited and HAVE to put them up >.< OK. More reviews are adored!! :)
She sighed and looked around for something to stand on. She spotted, at the end of the isle, an old, rickety chair. It didn’t look like it could hold a ten year old, but she decided to use it anyway. She really wanted that book and had too much pride to ask for help from one of the guys.
Hermione carefully stepped on the chair, but still couldn’t see the books on the top shelf. Muttering about how short she was, she set her foot on the arm rest of the chair, and then pushed up to put the other foot on the opposite arm. Taking a few deep breaths, she looked at the shelf with triumph. She finally could see the top shelf! She resisted doing a victory dance and looked over the books.
Hmm…
Magic and Manners
How He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named Stole Christmas
The Dummy’s Guide to Wands
Alright.. Where was it? Caught in thought she didn’t realize that the old chair was groaning under her weight.
**CRACK**
“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!!”, Falling sideways, Hermione desperately tried to grab on to something, luckily grabbing on to the edge of one of the shelves. The chair went crashing to the ground, shattering like a glass cup.
Hanging there by her fingertips, at least five feet from the ground. Hermione was pretty sure she was fucked. She attempted to set her feet on a lower shelf so she could get a better grip with her hands. She glanced down, if she attempted to jump to the floor she would likely get a sharp piece of wood in her foot. Damn her stubbornness!! Why hadn’t she just asked someone for help? “Um…help?” she called quietly.
Fuck her pride. “HELP????!?!??!?”.
She tried desperately to hold on to the shelf, but her finger tips where so slippery. Licking her lips, she let go with one hand and moved it to the lower shelf quickly. ‘OK, I got this down’. She smiled to herself and moved the other hand down, but apparently she wasn’t paying attention because instead of a shelf she grabbed, but a loose book. Her eyes went wide as both hands flew away from the shelf, falling backwards to her near death. She figured she’d die in the library.
Something caught her, wrapping strong arms around her waist. It must have been Kohadon! Sometimes he would come to the library to read with her. His favorite subject was History of Magic.
She gasped softly as the figure behind her rammed into the shelf behind him from the force of her fall. Luckily the shelves were bolted to the ground and they didn’t have a domino affect about to happen. Hermione relaxed her body into Kohadon’s, letting relief wash over her body. She took a deep breath, about to say thanks when she smelt it. A strong, sexy cologne. Kohadon didn’t wear cologne… She turned suddenly to face Draco, “Malfoy.. I.. thought you were someone else..”. She stood there just looking dumb with her jaw dropped.
“Obviously not”
Draco’s arm was still firmly around. She wanted to pull away but… he smelt so damn good, she felt like closing her eyes and just breathing in his amazing scent. But since she was such a pussy, she decided against it. “Could you.. You know… let go of me?”
Draco cleared his throat and released her waist and attempted to step back, but only bumped into the shelf again. He rubbed the back of his neck looking for the closest exit. Hermione ran her tongue thoughtfully over the top row of her teeth, “Um… thanks”
He nodded, glancing at the broken chair, “I’ll go tell the house elves about that” Now with a reason to leave he quickly made his dashing exit.
***
For dinner that night, Dumbledore dropped by. Seeing that the five students were scattered from one end of the great hall to the other he decided to put away all the long rectangular tables and pull out one small circled one that could seat about eight people comfortably. He ate dinner with them that night and asked how things were going and if there was anything they needed before he headed off after dinner. Hermione mentioned that they should have more stools in the library. Draco started to laugh and no one, except Hermione of course, could understand what he was laughing about. Harry came to the conclusion that the hair-dye was getting to his brain.
Author's note: THANK YOU FOR THE REVIEWS!! I got really excited =D And I'm sorry that my chapters are so short, I just get so excited and HAVE to put them up >.< OK. More reviews are adored!! :)