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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
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Adult ++
Chapters:
10
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8,807
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48
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Class In Session
Author's Note: Thanks to all tha reviewed! You all made me so happy! I'm glad that you all like my story and are enjoying it. So since tomorrow is Halloween I decided to give you guys a treat and update today! Maybe I'll even have the next chapter up tomorrow. It all depends on what tomorrow brings really. It depends if I can write it in school or not. hehe. I tend to write better when I have a teacher droning on about some math useless math problem then sitting in my room bored. Hence the reason why most of my updates are going to be on weekdays. Anyways, I wanted to say thanks again to all those who reviewed and thanks for being patient with me about the mistakes. I don't have a Beta reader so I"m trying to do all this by myself. Anywhore, on with the story!
Chapter Three: Class in Session
At 2:53 Hermione was waiting on the plush navy blue couch in her favorite black silk pajamas. She stared across the small dark coffee table into the dancing fire. As she curled her legs under herself, twirling her wand between her fingers, she let her thoughts wander.
She was so lost in thought that she didn't hear the portrait door open, or Malfoy walking up behind her. In fact she didn't even know anyone was in the common room with her until she felt hands on her shoulders. She let out scream that was quickly muffled by a hand as she wiped her head around to see who was behind her.
"Easy there Granger, its just me." He laughed. He walked around the side of the couch and sat in the matching armchair across the coffee table. "Jumpy little thing aren't we? You'll have to work on that if you want be a Death Eater." He teased.
Hermione crossed her legs with a huff, feeling her heartbeat going back down to a normal healthy pace. "Whatever Malfoy, lets just get this started," she pushed a small stack of books with pieces of parchment sticking out from the pages. "You might want to glance through these on your free time. I left my notes, translations, diagrams, and other helpful information in there. These should help speed up the process."
Draco flipped through the worn pages of the first book quickly. He stopped at one of the pages that her notes stuck in it and read it over. He looked up at her then back down at the paper. After giving it another few glances he looked back up at her, one of his pale eyebrows rose in questioning and his stormy eyes filled with surprise.
"You did all these translations AND equations?" he asked.
"Yes." She responded.
"All by yourself?"
"Yes."
"Without any help at all?"
"I said yes already! Why is it so unbelievable that a mudblood can do simple translations and a few equations?" she cried.
Malfoy leaned back in his chair, ignoring her comment, with his infamous smirk on his face. He continued to read over her notes. "Well she might just have a chance after all." He muttered to himself as he ran his hand through his blonde hair. Hermione watched his hand intently and silently wished that it was running over her body instead of his hair.
"Well," he said with a sigh, putter her notes back in their place. "Lets get this lesson over with."
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When the clock above the fireplace mantel chimed five thirty Draco closed his book and leaned against he desk he was standing next to for support. He had two hours ago shed himself of his vest, losened his tie and un-tuck his shirt to get more comfortable. Hermione was sitting next to him on the desk, staring at the feather that he had been trying to move for the last three hours. He most was able to do was to make it twitch before it blew up. (They replaced it five times). Hermione cracked her knuckles then covered her mouth as she yawned.
"I say we call it a night. I need get a few hours of beauty sleep." Malfoy yawned.
"You're going to need more than a few hours, Malfoy." She laughed.
"Oh look whose talking, Ms. Cat's-Ass-in-Distressed. At least my hair doesn't resemble a tumble weed!" he said back to her. He smirked again when he saw her hands fly up to her mass of curly hair defensively.
"My hair is fine!" she exclaimed clutching it tightly.
"Granger, Death Eaters are suppose to look, act, talk, and dress a certain way, even when they aren't in the presence of the Dark Lord. There is more to me just getting you a meeting with him. I have to train you so you don’t make a complete ass of yourself out there and you don't get us both killed!There is going to be alot of changes you are going to have to go through and one of them is doing something about your hair." he explained slowly, rubbing his temples.
"Fine, Malfoy. Anyways, I want you to read the first chapter in the blue book and look over the notes and translations I have in there for homework." She said as she stretched her legs out, still sitting on the desk.
"Excuse me! Are you giving me homework?" Malfoy cried.
Hermione turned to him and sighed. "You wanted me to teach you how to do wandless magic, right? In order for someone to teach, the student must do some type of studying or practicing outside of the classroom so the teacher can move on with other material or to spot errors the student might have before they become a frequent habit." She clarified.
He huffed in defeat then an evil look came upon his face. He moved so their faces where barely an inch apart. Hermione's heart speed up as his lips lightly brushed over hers. "Fine Granger, be that way." He murmured to her. He ran his hand up her thigh, over her hip and waist. He barely grazed over the side of her breast, quickly sticking his thumb out to brush over her nipple which hardened at his touch, to her neck. Slowly he brought his hand to her face and then put his hand in her hair. He grabbed a long curl and pulled it between his fingers.
"You're homework then is do something about your hair before our next lesson," he whispered as he pulled gently on the brown curl. "Which I'll get back to you on."
With one more chaste kiss upon her lips he got up and retreated to his room. Hermione sat on the desk, staring after him, the feeling of déjà vu' quickly spreading over her. Instead of ending it like that last night in nice warm shower though, she too retreated to her room to go to sleep.
Chapter Three: Class in Session
At 2:53 Hermione was waiting on the plush navy blue couch in her favorite black silk pajamas. She stared across the small dark coffee table into the dancing fire. As she curled her legs under herself, twirling her wand between her fingers, she let her thoughts wander.
She was so lost in thought that she didn't hear the portrait door open, or Malfoy walking up behind her. In fact she didn't even know anyone was in the common room with her until she felt hands on her shoulders. She let out scream that was quickly muffled by a hand as she wiped her head around to see who was behind her.
"Easy there Granger, its just me." He laughed. He walked around the side of the couch and sat in the matching armchair across the coffee table. "Jumpy little thing aren't we? You'll have to work on that if you want be a Death Eater." He teased.
Hermione crossed her legs with a huff, feeling her heartbeat going back down to a normal healthy pace. "Whatever Malfoy, lets just get this started," she pushed a small stack of books with pieces of parchment sticking out from the pages. "You might want to glance through these on your free time. I left my notes, translations, diagrams, and other helpful information in there. These should help speed up the process."
Draco flipped through the worn pages of the first book quickly. He stopped at one of the pages that her notes stuck in it and read it over. He looked up at her then back down at the paper. After giving it another few glances he looked back up at her, one of his pale eyebrows rose in questioning and his stormy eyes filled with surprise.
"You did all these translations AND equations?" he asked.
"Yes." She responded.
"All by yourself?"
"Yes."
"Without any help at all?"
"I said yes already! Why is it so unbelievable that a mudblood can do simple translations and a few equations?" she cried.
Malfoy leaned back in his chair, ignoring her comment, with his infamous smirk on his face. He continued to read over her notes. "Well she might just have a chance after all." He muttered to himself as he ran his hand through his blonde hair. Hermione watched his hand intently and silently wished that it was running over her body instead of his hair.
"Well," he said with a sigh, putter her notes back in their place. "Lets get this lesson over with."
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When the clock above the fireplace mantel chimed five thirty Draco closed his book and leaned against he desk he was standing next to for support. He had two hours ago shed himself of his vest, losened his tie and un-tuck his shirt to get more comfortable. Hermione was sitting next to him on the desk, staring at the feather that he had been trying to move for the last three hours. He most was able to do was to make it twitch before it blew up. (They replaced it five times). Hermione cracked her knuckles then covered her mouth as she yawned.
"I say we call it a night. I need get a few hours of beauty sleep." Malfoy yawned.
"You're going to need more than a few hours, Malfoy." She laughed.
"Oh look whose talking, Ms. Cat's-Ass-in-Distressed. At least my hair doesn't resemble a tumble weed!" he said back to her. He smirked again when he saw her hands fly up to her mass of curly hair defensively.
"My hair is fine!" she exclaimed clutching it tightly.
"Granger, Death Eaters are suppose to look, act, talk, and dress a certain way, even when they aren't in the presence of the Dark Lord. There is more to me just getting you a meeting with him. I have to train you so you don’t make a complete ass of yourself out there and you don't get us both killed!There is going to be alot of changes you are going to have to go through and one of them is doing something about your hair." he explained slowly, rubbing his temples.
"Fine, Malfoy. Anyways, I want you to read the first chapter in the blue book and look over the notes and translations I have in there for homework." She said as she stretched her legs out, still sitting on the desk.
"Excuse me! Are you giving me homework?" Malfoy cried.
Hermione turned to him and sighed. "You wanted me to teach you how to do wandless magic, right? In order for someone to teach, the student must do some type of studying or practicing outside of the classroom so the teacher can move on with other material or to spot errors the student might have before they become a frequent habit." She clarified.
He huffed in defeat then an evil look came upon his face. He moved so their faces where barely an inch apart. Hermione's heart speed up as his lips lightly brushed over hers. "Fine Granger, be that way." He murmured to her. He ran his hand up her thigh, over her hip and waist. He barely grazed over the side of her breast, quickly sticking his thumb out to brush over her nipple which hardened at his touch, to her neck. Slowly he brought his hand to her face and then put his hand in her hair. He grabbed a long curl and pulled it between his fingers.
"You're homework then is do something about your hair before our next lesson," he whispered as he pulled gently on the brown curl. "Which I'll get back to you on."
With one more chaste kiss upon her lips he got up and retreated to his room. Hermione sat on the desk, staring after him, the feeling of déjà vu' quickly spreading over her. Instead of ending it like that last night in nice warm shower though, she too retreated to her room to go to sleep.