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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
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Adult ++
Chapters:
15
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15,298
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75
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A run in
Chapter 4: A run in
Draco stood in front of his full length mirror, smoothing out the creases in his robes with his wand. He was almost done, and was getting impatient.
‘Will she just leave already? She is taking forever… not like it will do her appearance any good. Bloody vain women.’ He thought, shooting a dirty look at the closed door. He was waiting to hear the portrait door shut, so he could leave his room and head to the Great Hall. He knew that avoiding her was childish, but he didn’t want to be stuck having to be nice to her. Her presence was annoying enough, having to talk to her on a daily basis was asking too much.
The muffled sound of the portrait closing echoed through his room.
“Finally.” He mumbled, and headed out.
Draco reached the portrait, and stuck his hand out to push the door open. At the same moment, someone on the other side pulled it open and rushed in. Too busy fumbling with a mass of keys in her hand, Hermione slammed into him.
The shock of the impact made her gasp and take a step back. She slipped on her heel and stumbled backwards. Draco’s hand shot out and grasped her flailing arm.
Pulling her upright, he waited a moment till she was stable, then snatched his hand away.
“Watch where you’re going Granger. Now I’m going to have to wash my hands again before dinner.” He sneered, wiping his hand down his robe.
“Oh sod off Malfoy. I don’t recall asking for you to touch me in the first place.” Hermione replied, looking around on the ground for the keys she dropped.
“Next time I’ll let you fall on that big ass of yours then. Now get out of my way so we’re both not late.”
She gave him a dirty look, and stepped to the side. He smirked at her and walked out.
Hermione stood there for a moment, and rubbed her arm where he had grabbed her. The spot still felt warm, and she thought there might be a bruise later. Shaking herself, she spotted her keys, and went back to her room to get the thing she had forgotten. Standing in the middle of her room, she looked around, and couldn’t remember why she had come back in the first place. Shrugging her shoulders, she turned to leave for the Great Hall again, and caught her reflection in the mirror. She stopped, and looked at herself sideways.
"My ass isn't big." She assured her reflection. Glancing at her watch, she groaned, and ran from the room.
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At the head table, Draco looked out over the crowd of students. Headmistress McGonagall was giving her boring speech, and he was irritated. The nerve of her, walking into him like that. He could still smell her perfume on his robes, and the most annoying part was that the smell was actually pleasing. The light scent of vanilla and honey invaded his nose and he decided that burning the robes later wouldn’t be an overreaction.
As he pondered a good way to get rid of the robes, he got the strange feeling like someone was watching him. Glancing down the table, he locked eyes with the person who was dominating his thoughts. He glared at her, and was surprised when she looked away all of a sudden and leaned over to whisper into Longbottom’s ear.
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Hermione was seated in her place at the head table, next to Neville. She was excited to be part of the group of professors at Hogwarts this year, and beamed at the students. She tried to listen to everything the Headmistress was saying, but she could still feel the place on her arm where Malfoy had grabbed her.
She rubbed her arm again, and made a mental note to check for a bruise later. She was also annoyed that she could smell his cologne on her robes. It was a clean, masculine smell, that had to be strictly his own. The combination of the dream she had last night, and the run in earlier, had her senses in overload.
Angry at herself, and him, she glanced down the table. She was shocked when Malfoy looked over at her and met her eyes. She glared at him for a moment, then leaned over to whisper in Neville’s ear.
“This is all your fault you know.”
Neville glance over at her with a confused expression. “What are you talking about?” He whispered back.
“I’m talking about… about… the reason I’m in a room with Malfoy. I would have never thought that the reason was… because of, you know, socialization. Now that it’s been mentioned, I can’t help but think of the thoughts behind her decision. Do you think she put me in there because he wouldn’t find me attractive?” She asked, immediately regretting asking the question once it was out of her mouth.
Neville applauded McGonagall with the students, and then turned back to her while they were randomly placed into houses. In order to prompt inter-house unity, the new Hogwarts established rules that had every student in each house, for at least one term. They had also done away with ‘house’ points, and set in ‘school’ points. At the end of the term, if there were over 2,000 points, all the houses got to have a party. So far, things had worked out well.
“No, no, no. I think she did it because she trusts your judgment. That’s all. You are very attractive, and you know, if I didn’t have Trevor, then I may have gone for you myself.” He whispered with a wink.
“Neville! You have a boyfriend? You have to tell me all about him.” Hermione felt like she was being watched and glanced down the table, only to meet Malfoy’s eyes again. Tearing herself away, she turned back to Neville. “Tell me everything… later.” She whispered with a smile, then turned back to the ceremony. She shifted in her seat, still feeling like she was being watched. Choosing to ignore the uncomfortable feeling, Hermione determined to enjoy the rest of the ceremony.
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Draco stood in front of his full length mirror, smoothing out the creases in his robes with his wand. He was almost done, and was getting impatient.
‘Will she just leave already? She is taking forever… not like it will do her appearance any good. Bloody vain women.’ He thought, shooting a dirty look at the closed door. He was waiting to hear the portrait door shut, so he could leave his room and head to the Great Hall. He knew that avoiding her was childish, but he didn’t want to be stuck having to be nice to her. Her presence was annoying enough, having to talk to her on a daily basis was asking too much.
The muffled sound of the portrait closing echoed through his room.
“Finally.” He mumbled, and headed out.
Draco reached the portrait, and stuck his hand out to push the door open. At the same moment, someone on the other side pulled it open and rushed in. Too busy fumbling with a mass of keys in her hand, Hermione slammed into him.
The shock of the impact made her gasp and take a step back. She slipped on her heel and stumbled backwards. Draco’s hand shot out and grasped her flailing arm.
Pulling her upright, he waited a moment till she was stable, then snatched his hand away.
“Watch where you’re going Granger. Now I’m going to have to wash my hands again before dinner.” He sneered, wiping his hand down his robe.
“Oh sod off Malfoy. I don’t recall asking for you to touch me in the first place.” Hermione replied, looking around on the ground for the keys she dropped.
“Next time I’ll let you fall on that big ass of yours then. Now get out of my way so we’re both not late.”
She gave him a dirty look, and stepped to the side. He smirked at her and walked out.
Hermione stood there for a moment, and rubbed her arm where he had grabbed her. The spot still felt warm, and she thought there might be a bruise later. Shaking herself, she spotted her keys, and went back to her room to get the thing she had forgotten. Standing in the middle of her room, she looked around, and couldn’t remember why she had come back in the first place. Shrugging her shoulders, she turned to leave for the Great Hall again, and caught her reflection in the mirror. She stopped, and looked at herself sideways.
"My ass isn't big." She assured her reflection. Glancing at her watch, she groaned, and ran from the room.
***********
At the head table, Draco looked out over the crowd of students. Headmistress McGonagall was giving her boring speech, and he was irritated. The nerve of her, walking into him like that. He could still smell her perfume on his robes, and the most annoying part was that the smell was actually pleasing. The light scent of vanilla and honey invaded his nose and he decided that burning the robes later wouldn’t be an overreaction.
As he pondered a good way to get rid of the robes, he got the strange feeling like someone was watching him. Glancing down the table, he locked eyes with the person who was dominating his thoughts. He glared at her, and was surprised when she looked away all of a sudden and leaned over to whisper into Longbottom’s ear.
***********
Hermione was seated in her place at the head table, next to Neville. She was excited to be part of the group of professors at Hogwarts this year, and beamed at the students. She tried to listen to everything the Headmistress was saying, but she could still feel the place on her arm where Malfoy had grabbed her.
She rubbed her arm again, and made a mental note to check for a bruise later. She was also annoyed that she could smell his cologne on her robes. It was a clean, masculine smell, that had to be strictly his own. The combination of the dream she had last night, and the run in earlier, had her senses in overload.
Angry at herself, and him, she glanced down the table. She was shocked when Malfoy looked over at her and met her eyes. She glared at him for a moment, then leaned over to whisper in Neville’s ear.
“This is all your fault you know.”
Neville glance over at her with a confused expression. “What are you talking about?” He whispered back.
“I’m talking about… about… the reason I’m in a room with Malfoy. I would have never thought that the reason was… because of, you know, socialization. Now that it’s been mentioned, I can’t help but think of the thoughts behind her decision. Do you think she put me in there because he wouldn’t find me attractive?” She asked, immediately regretting asking the question once it was out of her mouth.
Neville applauded McGonagall with the students, and then turned back to her while they were randomly placed into houses. In order to prompt inter-house unity, the new Hogwarts established rules that had every student in each house, for at least one term. They had also done away with ‘house’ points, and set in ‘school’ points. At the end of the term, if there were over 2,000 points, all the houses got to have a party. So far, things had worked out well.
“No, no, no. I think she did it because she trusts your judgment. That’s all. You are very attractive, and you know, if I didn’t have Trevor, then I may have gone for you myself.” He whispered with a wink.
“Neville! You have a boyfriend? You have to tell me all about him.” Hermione felt like she was being watched and glanced down the table, only to meet Malfoy’s eyes again. Tearing herself away, she turned back to Neville. “Tell me everything… later.” She whispered with a smile, then turned back to the ceremony. She shifted in her seat, still feeling like she was being watched. Choosing to ignore the uncomfortable feeling, Hermione determined to enjoy the rest of the ceremony.
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