The Scorpions Kiss

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Chapter 5- First Day Jitters



Hermione relaxed in front of the fire in the teachers’ common room after a long day teaching Arithmancy to some first year students who seemed to be learning at a much slower pace then she saw fit. The first couple of weeks were behind her now without any further complications of the Malfoy nature. She had made sure of that by skirting him at every chance, not wanting to leave another opportunity for an encounter to occur. As she stretched by the fire now a strange feeling overcame her. She thought she actually missed his smirking, sarcastic remarks and innuendo. Just then Professor Trelawney and her even stranger sister sat down next to her by the fire.



“Fine day isn’t it?” The strange woman said to her. Since it was now about nine o’clock at night she found this rather odd of her to say, but after knowing Professor Trelawney anything was possible so she quickly dismissed the woman as just as crazy as Trelawney and said goodnight. After all, Divination was a ridiculous subject that should have long been cast out of Hogwarts. Hermione excused herself to her bedroom; the voices of the Trelawney sisters talking about inner eyes and grim’s trailing into the distance as she shut her door. She stopped to gaze out at the night sky as she stretched and yawned, when she noticed the lights on the Quidditch Pitch on.



“Hmmm…wonder if he is out there.” Hermione thought as she pulled back her bed sheets and got into bed. No sooner had she turned off the lights, she quickly sat up and turned them back on.



“It doesn’t mean anything if I just go down there and have a peak. I’m not really tired and watching a nice game of Quidditch on this cool autumn night will do me good. Yes, fresh air is healthy and proper.” Hermione was talking to herself as she quickly dressed and left her room creeping out the castle doors and down to the quidditch pitch.



Draco was there with five seventh year students all from different houses and they were practicing the various elements of quidditch. Hermione climbed up the Gryffindor tower and took a seat careful not to draw attention to herself. As she sat and watched them play she was reminded of all the matches she had watched, some even in the rain . She giggled softly as she remembered Ron, and Draco’s taunt, Weasley is our King. She was lost in good memories of the past and didn’t notice Draco making his way over to her, flying fast on his broom. He pulled up next to her and dismounted.



“Practice those drills again Peters, and Knock, the bludger is supposed to be hit at the chaser not out of the field to Hogsmeade. We are going to stay out here all night until you get it right.” Draco called out to his students. A distant “yes Professor Malfoy” could be heard from the boys who sighed exhaustedly but continued on with their drills.



“So Professor Granger, to what do I owe this late night rendezvous?” Draco was sitting on the seat next to Hermione, as she sat under the moonlight with only a scarf and a light sweater on.



“No it’s not a rendezvous Professor Malfoy, I just couldn’t sleep is all and saw the lights on down here.” Hermione said quite straight faced.



“So you thought you would come down here and sleep with me?” Draco smirked.



“No, Professor Malfoy I just thought…oh I don’t know what I thought.” Hermione said; confused by her own self and thrown for a loop by Draco’s previous comment.



“Alright, cut the formal shit Granger. I am not Professor Malfoy to you and you are not Professor Granger to me so let’s stop pretending shall we?” Draco cut right to the chase.



“You call me Malfoy or Draco if you would like.” Draco said .



“Okay Draco and you can call me Hermione alright? It is preferable to Granger or mudblood.” Hermione spoke with ease now to Draco.



“That sounds really good Hermione.” And Draco smiled.



“I don’t use that term anymore and would appreciate if you didn’t use it around Scorpius.” Draco said, and a stunned Hermione looked on in disbelief.



“You’re telling me not to say it? Ha!” Hermione laughed hard at this.



“Look you misunderstood. That whole mudblood/pureblood stuff was immature and stupid. That was my father’s doing not mine, and I don’t want to teach Scorpius those ways. Besides…,” Draco’s face had grown dark at the mention of his father and Hermione was reminded of all the nasty things his father had done in the name of purebloods.



“Gisella was a muggle born, which makes Scorpius not a pureblood. Not that it matters because it doesn’t.” Draco looked dead serious and Hermione moved a little closer to him at this. He seemed to need comfort. The dark face had not disappeared since he had mentioned his evil father Lucius Malfoy.



“Hardy you have to stop those goals! Remmey I’ve seen the snitch fly by fifteen times in five minutes and I wasn’t even looking for it. Eyes like an owl Remmey.” Draco shouted at the boys who had been slacking off a little while their Professor was talking to a colleague.



Hermione decided to change the subject.



“So your little boy, he’s the sweetest. He’s a very high spirited little boy isn’t he?” Hermione’s face lit up when she said this and so did Draco’s at the mention of Scorpius.



“He’s a little shit, I know, but he’s mine and I love him to death.” Had Draco just said he loved? Draco Malfoy, loving somebody other then himself. Now this story was worthy of the Daily Prophet, Hermione thought in silence.



“Speaking of Scorpius, where is he tonight?” Hermione asked.



“Madam Pomphrey, the old bat, god rest her soul, is watching him. She offered to take him in on the nights when I have practice.” Hermione chuckled at how he so easily could cut someone to pieces and yet compliment them in the same breath. Still the same old Draco, yet not the same, different is what Hermione finally decided as she sat in the moonlight with Draco, her new friend.



“Draco since we are friends and everything now...” Draco was laughing at this.



“What?” Hermione questioned him.



“Nothing. Just the thought of you and me friends made me think of Potter’s face at the Quidditch match a few weeks ago.” Draco was laughing again; the thought of his father completely gone and this pleased Hermione.



“Yes well, I suppose us being friends should stay a secret from Harry and Ron for now.” Draco agreed and then looked at Hermione for her to finish what she was saying.



“Well as I was saying…since we are friends now we should be able to spend more time together socially, don’t you think? I mean…we are the only Professors our age here and it would be silly not to enjoy some time well spent with our peers.” Draco pulled Hermione close his hands firmly holding her arms and kissed her deeply and passionately.



“I didn’t mean that Draco!” Hermione said as she pulled back, but the look in his eyes melted her heart immediately and she plunged her own lips back down on his mouth this time feeling his tongue entering her mouth as she gave him hers in return for the first time.



“Quidditch is over tonight. See you tomorrow night same time!” Draco yelled to the seventh year students as they shouted hooray and headed back to the castle.



“Now where were we?” Draco turned back to Hermione to find her gone. He smirked and then swaggered over to his broom to put the Quidditch gear away with a satisfied look on his face.