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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
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2,703
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5
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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.
Cranky
A/N- So I haven\'t updated this in AGES and was on my way to delete the whole story when BAM! the muse bit me and gave me something to write about. Enjoy!!!
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Draco was a downright arse today, or at least, that was the general thoughts of the students of Hogwarts. He had stalked the hallways between classes, assigning detentions and deducting points for the slightest offense. Hell, he invented some offenses for several students. Draco sighed as he threw his book satchel down on the couch and yanked off his tie and school robes.
"What has got you all in an uproar?" Hermione asked as she looked up from her desk. Draco made a face at her before storming into his room and slamming the door. He did NOT want her to know that SHE was the reason for his discontent. After the dream he had about her, Draco was positive that someone had slipped him a potion or done a spell that was causing him to have those kinds of thoughts about Granger. He sighed again and rubbed his face with his hands. The lack of sleep was very prominent on his face, and he wanted nothing more than to just curl up on the bed and sleep for at least two weeks.
A soft knock on the door caused him to pause as he was unbuttoning his shirt. "Yes?" he bit out; he only wanted to be left alone at the moment.
"Do you want me to order you some food for dinner?" Hermione asked through the door softly. Draco closed his eyes for a minute.
"Yeah.....go ahead," he agreed as he finished taking his shirt off and throwing it onto the laundry hamper.
"Anything particular that you want?"
"Surprise me!" he grit his teeth together as he pulled on a soft black tee shirt. Draco loathed being dressed up like a fancy ponce all the time, so when classes were done, and he didn\'t have to patrol, he lounged around his room in tee shirts and flannel pajama pants. His father and mother would have bugbears if they knew.
Hermione sighed and shook her head. Sometimes he was just downright confusing! She walked over to the floo and ordered dinner to be delivered in one hour. Knowing that he liked sweets, she even ordered some pumpkin pasties for dessert. Hopefully by then, whatever had caused his crankiness would wear off.
Draco lounged on his bed, absently kicking his legs as he brushed up on his potions reading. Snape had been unable to talk with him today, but had scheduled time tomorrow around Draco\'s free period. After re-reading the same sentence five times, Draco threw the book down in a huff. Whatever was causing these strange feelings in his chest....and erotic dreams about Hermione, had to stop....NOW!
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Draco was a downright arse today, or at least, that was the general thoughts of the students of Hogwarts. He had stalked the hallways between classes, assigning detentions and deducting points for the slightest offense. Hell, he invented some offenses for several students. Draco sighed as he threw his book satchel down on the couch and yanked off his tie and school robes.
"What has got you all in an uproar?" Hermione asked as she looked up from her desk. Draco made a face at her before storming into his room and slamming the door. He did NOT want her to know that SHE was the reason for his discontent. After the dream he had about her, Draco was positive that someone had slipped him a potion or done a spell that was causing him to have those kinds of thoughts about Granger. He sighed again and rubbed his face with his hands. The lack of sleep was very prominent on his face, and he wanted nothing more than to just curl up on the bed and sleep for at least two weeks.
A soft knock on the door caused him to pause as he was unbuttoning his shirt. "Yes?" he bit out; he only wanted to be left alone at the moment.
"Do you want me to order you some food for dinner?" Hermione asked through the door softly. Draco closed his eyes for a minute.
"Yeah.....go ahead," he agreed as he finished taking his shirt off and throwing it onto the laundry hamper.
"Anything particular that you want?"
"Surprise me!" he grit his teeth together as he pulled on a soft black tee shirt. Draco loathed being dressed up like a fancy ponce all the time, so when classes were done, and he didn\'t have to patrol, he lounged around his room in tee shirts and flannel pajama pants. His father and mother would have bugbears if they knew.
Hermione sighed and shook her head. Sometimes he was just downright confusing! She walked over to the floo and ordered dinner to be delivered in one hour. Knowing that he liked sweets, she even ordered some pumpkin pasties for dessert. Hopefully by then, whatever had caused his crankiness would wear off.
Draco lounged on his bed, absently kicking his legs as he brushed up on his potions reading. Snape had been unable to talk with him today, but had scheduled time tomorrow around Draco\'s free period. After re-reading the same sentence five times, Draco threw the book down in a huff. Whatever was causing these strange feelings in his chest....and erotic dreams about Hermione, had to stop....NOW!