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Adult ++
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15
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15,297
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75
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Socialization
Chapter 3: Socialization
The next few days went by without any incidents. Hermione mainly unpacked, and worked on her lesson plans. She had to redo it a few times in order to fit in everything she wanted to teach. Figuring out what was appropriate for the different age groups was giving her a headache.
Madame Pomfrey had also given her a list of potions that she was going to need to restock the shelves over the course of the year. Hermione decided to let the seventh year students, who had opted to take her course, make them for their grades. After cleaning, and doing an inventory of the supply room and office, Hermione had a detailed list of the supplies that she was going to need for the next few weeks of class.
List in hand, Hermione walked out the doors and around the building toward the greenhouses. As she walked by the Quidditch field, she noticed someone walking around the grounds with a broomstick in their hand. She knew immediately it was Malfoy from the short, platinum blond hair. He had his back to her and appeared to be writing something down in a notebook. She stopped and watched as he dropped the notebook to the ground, took off his robes, and mounted his broom. She saw him glance down at the what he had just written, then take off into the sky.
She hadn’t paid any attention to him before, but he had really grown up. He was tall, but not lanky. He had broad, muscular shoulders that strained under the thin white shirt he wore under his robes. His black pants left nothing to the imagination, and she caught herself looking at his ass.
‘Did I really just do that? I must be losing my mind. Focus Hermione. It’s Malfoy for Merlin’s sake. He’s not that good looking… alright he is good looking, but really, who would want to be with that prat.’ She thought, turning and walking away.
*******
At the greenhouse, Hermione was surprised to see another familiar face.
“Neville!” She cried, closing the space between them and embracing him in a tight hug. “What are you doing here?”
Neville looked up from the plant he was repotting, and hugged her back as well as he could without touching her with his dirty hands. “Hermione! I heard you were here, I just hadn’t gotten down to see you yet. I teach Herbology now.” He said with a smile, stepping back from her.
Looking into his eyes, Hermione saw that he was the same Neville she had been friends with all those years. The last fight had changed his outward appearance, but his personality still sparkled. He wore a dark blue ball cap over his head, hiding the fact that he no longer had any hair. The burns had left deep, twisted scars on his forehead, scalp and back of his neck. He had been lucky to survive, and the Healers had done everything they could for him. What was left, was what he was going to have to live with for the rest of his life. The only thing Hermione saw when she looked at him was a hero.
“Oh, that’s wonderful. It’s so nice to see a familiar, friendly, face.” She said, emphasizing the word ‘friendly’.
“Ah, yes, I heard about your rooming situation. I know it must have been a shock to you. How has it been going?” He asked, turning back to his plants.
“It’s fine. To be honest, we hardly even see each other, and when we do, we ignore the other. It’s very quiet, but I can deal with that. I would rather have him quiet, then opening that bigoted mouth of his.” She stated, pulling herself up to sit on the table next to the plants he was repotting.
“Well, he hasn’t had much to say to anyone since he started working here. I think that Azkaban was hard for him.” Neville said, looking at her from the corner of his eye.
Hermione scoffed. “He got what he deserved. I certainly don’t feel sorry for him.” Changing the subject she asked, “How long have you been here?”
“This will be my fourth term. One year longer then Malfoy. I did my internship in Switzerland for a year, then got the job offer after Professor Sprout retired. It was an offer I couldn’t refuse.”
“I know what you mean. My job at the ministry was terribly boring… and to be honest, I always felt at home here. It’s too bad that I have to share a common room with Malfoy though.”
Neville seemed to contemplate her response. “I think that Professor McGonagall was attempting to play it safe by putting the two of you together.”
“Play it safe? Putting us together isn’t playing it safe, it’s asking for trouble!” Hermione replied, clearly surprised by his choice of words.
Neville cleared his throat, and shifted his feet. He stopped what he was doing and looked at her uncomfortably. “I mean to say that I think she felt that putting the two of you together wouldn’t cause any problems…” He hesitated before going on. “Hermione, when the students arrive, the only adults that are going to be around to socialize with are other professors. And, well, some of them…uh, socialize, together a bit more then others. I think that she put you together because she didn’t think there would be any… socialization, going on between the two of you.”
Hermione gaped at him for a moment. “Are you talking about sex?”
Red faced, Neville turned back to his task. “Yes.”
Hermione laughed. It was the funniest thing she had heard all year. “You’re saying that the Professor McGonagall put us together because she didn’t think we would have sex together!? Well, I think she hit that one on the head. She doesn’t have anything to worry about. I wouldn’t touch him with someone else’s hands.” She shuddered and jumped down from the table.
Neville laughed too, “Good, because the only other room available was with Professor Trelawney, and I don’t think you would want to share a common room with her.”
*******
Hermione tossed and turned in her bed. Tomorrow was Friday, and the students would be arriving. She mentally went over her checklist again. There was nothing left to do but wait for Monday morning for classes to begin. She had gotten everything she needed from Neville, and arranged it all when she got back.
Neville. She laughed again as she recalled their conversation. It was wonderful to have a friend to talk to. She was afraid that she was going to get lonely, stuck in the dungeon’s with Malfoy. Ugh, she couldn’t believe what he had said about why she was paired with Malfoy to begin with. Just the thought of the Headmistress considering the arrangement made her giggle. She wondered what her face had looked like when she considered the two of them together. It wasn’t against the rules to sleep with another professor, but it also wasn’t encouraged.
The smile fell from her face as she stared at the ceiling. ‘Wait a minute… did she think that we wouldn’t have sex because he finds me repulsive? I’m pretty… just because things didn’t work out with Ron, doesn’t mean that men don’t find me attractive.’ Hermione was trying to decide whether, or not, to be insulted by the decision behind the pairing. ’Maybe she put us together because she trusts my judgment. Yes, that has to be it.’
She rolled onto her side, still not convinced with her own argument. Closing her eyes, she fell into a restless sleep.
*****
His hands were everywhere. She moaned as he cupped her breasts and kissed the peaks softly. His lips were on hers, his tongue tasting her mouth. Her hands roamed his back and clutched at his arms as his expert fingers pinched her nipples. Her body arched under his, grinding against his arousal. She gasped as he bit down on the sensitive spot on her neck and ran his hand down her side. She kissed him fiercely when he slipped a finger into her heat. Her body felt like it was on fire. She moved underneath him, pleading with him to give her the release she craved. She felt him position himself at her entrance and sink in all the way. She arched into him and cried out his name in ecstasy. “Draco…”
******
Hermione sat up abruptly in bed. Her heart was hammering in her chest, and she was covered in a layer of sweat. Closing her eyes, she was assaulted with the memories of her dream.
Getting out of bed, she went into the bathroom and splashed some cold water on her face. She groaned, and looked at her frazzled image. ‘I cannot be having these dreams about Malfoy! I’m not even attracted to him!’ She decided that it must have been the conversation that she had with Neville that sparked the dream.
Shaking her head, she turned off the light and went back to bed. Closing her eyes, she willed herself to dream of anything other than Malfoy… anything.
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A/N: Thank you all who reviewed! It really makes writing more fun. I am really enjoying making this pairing work. Is it believable?? And to Gryffindorclutz: I don't like when they magically get along together... it's annoying. So expect much fun fighting in the near future... Thanks again!
The next few days went by without any incidents. Hermione mainly unpacked, and worked on her lesson plans. She had to redo it a few times in order to fit in everything she wanted to teach. Figuring out what was appropriate for the different age groups was giving her a headache.
Madame Pomfrey had also given her a list of potions that she was going to need to restock the shelves over the course of the year. Hermione decided to let the seventh year students, who had opted to take her course, make them for their grades. After cleaning, and doing an inventory of the supply room and office, Hermione had a detailed list of the supplies that she was going to need for the next few weeks of class.
List in hand, Hermione walked out the doors and around the building toward the greenhouses. As she walked by the Quidditch field, she noticed someone walking around the grounds with a broomstick in their hand. She knew immediately it was Malfoy from the short, platinum blond hair. He had his back to her and appeared to be writing something down in a notebook. She stopped and watched as he dropped the notebook to the ground, took off his robes, and mounted his broom. She saw him glance down at the what he had just written, then take off into the sky.
She hadn’t paid any attention to him before, but he had really grown up. He was tall, but not lanky. He had broad, muscular shoulders that strained under the thin white shirt he wore under his robes. His black pants left nothing to the imagination, and she caught herself looking at his ass.
‘Did I really just do that? I must be losing my mind. Focus Hermione. It’s Malfoy for Merlin’s sake. He’s not that good looking… alright he is good looking, but really, who would want to be with that prat.’ She thought, turning and walking away.
*******
At the greenhouse, Hermione was surprised to see another familiar face.
“Neville!” She cried, closing the space between them and embracing him in a tight hug. “What are you doing here?”
Neville looked up from the plant he was repotting, and hugged her back as well as he could without touching her with his dirty hands. “Hermione! I heard you were here, I just hadn’t gotten down to see you yet. I teach Herbology now.” He said with a smile, stepping back from her.
Looking into his eyes, Hermione saw that he was the same Neville she had been friends with all those years. The last fight had changed his outward appearance, but his personality still sparkled. He wore a dark blue ball cap over his head, hiding the fact that he no longer had any hair. The burns had left deep, twisted scars on his forehead, scalp and back of his neck. He had been lucky to survive, and the Healers had done everything they could for him. What was left, was what he was going to have to live with for the rest of his life. The only thing Hermione saw when she looked at him was a hero.
“Oh, that’s wonderful. It’s so nice to see a familiar, friendly, face.” She said, emphasizing the word ‘friendly’.
“Ah, yes, I heard about your rooming situation. I know it must have been a shock to you. How has it been going?” He asked, turning back to his plants.
“It’s fine. To be honest, we hardly even see each other, and when we do, we ignore the other. It’s very quiet, but I can deal with that. I would rather have him quiet, then opening that bigoted mouth of his.” She stated, pulling herself up to sit on the table next to the plants he was repotting.
“Well, he hasn’t had much to say to anyone since he started working here. I think that Azkaban was hard for him.” Neville said, looking at her from the corner of his eye.
Hermione scoffed. “He got what he deserved. I certainly don’t feel sorry for him.” Changing the subject she asked, “How long have you been here?”
“This will be my fourth term. One year longer then Malfoy. I did my internship in Switzerland for a year, then got the job offer after Professor Sprout retired. It was an offer I couldn’t refuse.”
“I know what you mean. My job at the ministry was terribly boring… and to be honest, I always felt at home here. It’s too bad that I have to share a common room with Malfoy though.”
Neville seemed to contemplate her response. “I think that Professor McGonagall was attempting to play it safe by putting the two of you together.”
“Play it safe? Putting us together isn’t playing it safe, it’s asking for trouble!” Hermione replied, clearly surprised by his choice of words.
Neville cleared his throat, and shifted his feet. He stopped what he was doing and looked at her uncomfortably. “I mean to say that I think she felt that putting the two of you together wouldn’t cause any problems…” He hesitated before going on. “Hermione, when the students arrive, the only adults that are going to be around to socialize with are other professors. And, well, some of them…uh, socialize, together a bit more then others. I think that she put you together because she didn’t think there would be any… socialization, going on between the two of you.”
Hermione gaped at him for a moment. “Are you talking about sex?”
Red faced, Neville turned back to his task. “Yes.”
Hermione laughed. It was the funniest thing she had heard all year. “You’re saying that the Professor McGonagall put us together because she didn’t think we would have sex together!? Well, I think she hit that one on the head. She doesn’t have anything to worry about. I wouldn’t touch him with someone else’s hands.” She shuddered and jumped down from the table.
Neville laughed too, “Good, because the only other room available was with Professor Trelawney, and I don’t think you would want to share a common room with her.”
*******
Hermione tossed and turned in her bed. Tomorrow was Friday, and the students would be arriving. She mentally went over her checklist again. There was nothing left to do but wait for Monday morning for classes to begin. She had gotten everything she needed from Neville, and arranged it all when she got back.
Neville. She laughed again as she recalled their conversation. It was wonderful to have a friend to talk to. She was afraid that she was going to get lonely, stuck in the dungeon’s with Malfoy. Ugh, she couldn’t believe what he had said about why she was paired with Malfoy to begin with. Just the thought of the Headmistress considering the arrangement made her giggle. She wondered what her face had looked like when she considered the two of them together. It wasn’t against the rules to sleep with another professor, but it also wasn’t encouraged.
The smile fell from her face as she stared at the ceiling. ‘Wait a minute… did she think that we wouldn’t have sex because he finds me repulsive? I’m pretty… just because things didn’t work out with Ron, doesn’t mean that men don’t find me attractive.’ Hermione was trying to decide whether, or not, to be insulted by the decision behind the pairing. ’Maybe she put us together because she trusts my judgment. Yes, that has to be it.’
She rolled onto her side, still not convinced with her own argument. Closing her eyes, she fell into a restless sleep.
*****
His hands were everywhere. She moaned as he cupped her breasts and kissed the peaks softly. His lips were on hers, his tongue tasting her mouth. Her hands roamed his back and clutched at his arms as his expert fingers pinched her nipples. Her body arched under his, grinding against his arousal. She gasped as he bit down on the sensitive spot on her neck and ran his hand down her side. She kissed him fiercely when he slipped a finger into her heat. Her body felt like it was on fire. She moved underneath him, pleading with him to give her the release she craved. She felt him position himself at her entrance and sink in all the way. She arched into him and cried out his name in ecstasy. “Draco…”
******
Hermione sat up abruptly in bed. Her heart was hammering in her chest, and she was covered in a layer of sweat. Closing her eyes, she was assaulted with the memories of her dream.
Getting out of bed, she went into the bathroom and splashed some cold water on her face. She groaned, and looked at her frazzled image. ‘I cannot be having these dreams about Malfoy! I’m not even attracted to him!’ She decided that it must have been the conversation that she had with Neville that sparked the dream.
Shaking her head, she turned off the light and went back to bed. Closing her eyes, she willed herself to dream of anything other than Malfoy… anything.
********************************
A/N: Thank you all who reviewed! It really makes writing more fun. I am really enjoying making this pairing work. Is it believable?? And to Gryffindorclutz: I don't like when they magically get along together... it's annoying. So expect much fun fighting in the near future... Thanks again!