Love Me for Me.

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Opening her eyes the next morning, an unexplainable feeling sat in her chest. Letting out a sigh, Hermione peeked through heavy eyelids as the morning light leaked through a wide crack in the heavy curtains and spilled onto the green quilt weighing her down. Suddenly panic tightened her throat, and she quickly sat up, the sound of her pulse beating in her ears. The quilt slid down her bare breasts and fell to her lap.

Within the lighter shadows of the room, her gaze took in the king-sized bed, a desk, and a pile of clothes. In the armoire across from her, she noticed several male colognes and hair products. I don't even own that much gel. The pillow beside her was empty, but the sound of running water behind the closed bathroom door told her she was not alone or in her room.

She pushed the quilt aside and practically jumped out of bed. To her dismay, she was wore nothing from the day before not ever her thong. Scooping up the male button up shirt at her feet, she glanced quickly around for her clothes. She slipped on the shirt she had grabbed from the floor and a familiar masculine scent overtook her. Malfoy! Hey eyes widened and her search for her clothes became frantic. What did I do last night?

Hermione buttoned up the last three buttons of the shirt as she walked about the room in her search, but trying to stay as quiet as possible. However, in the middle of the room was one of her shoes from the previous day, which she tripped over. Sitting on the floor, she rubbed her bottom complaining. The water shut off and Hermione's attention flew to the closed bathroom door. Standing up quickly, she ran to the door and grabbed the handle, trying to open it. Swearing under breath, she pulled and turned the knob harder hoping that whatever wards or charms that was up would give way. What a great time not to have my wand. Swearing again, she kicked the door and let out a yelp then bent down and examined her foot.

"What the hell are you doing Granger?" asked a rough male voice only a few feet away from her.

Lifting her head, her gaze landed on a white towel wrapped around a slim waist that was attached to a well-sculpted chest. A drop of water slid slowly down his stomach, and Hermione lifted her gaze to the defined chest muscles. A second towel circled his neck, and her eyes continued to travel past his throat and chiseled chin to a pair of lips pulled back into a wicked smile. She swallowed slowly as her breathing slowly turned shallow, then glanced into the gray eyes of the boy-turned-man she knew so well.

He shoved one shoulder against the bathroom doorframe and folded his arms across his broad chest. "I know I'm handsome, you can stop gawking," he said in his usual sarcastic voice.

Standing up straight, she clutched the front of the shirt to keep it closed and kept her back pressed against the door. Collecting her composure, she sent him a glare that could melt the polar ice caps. "I'm not gawking and I would appreciate it if you let me out."

Draco pushed away from the doorframe and reached for one end of the towel around his neck, drying the side of his head. "Now why would you want to go, you were so willing last night," he teased her before sitting down on his king-sized bed.

Taking a deep breath, she pushed a single strand of wavy brown hair behind her ear. "Last night was the biggest mistake ever," she said. "I assure you, anything I said last night was a lie." Holding her head high, she tried to convince herself of the same thing.

"You're a Gryffindor for a reason Granger. You can't lie for shit," he told her with a glare before getting off the bed and walking into his closet to change.

What have I gotten myself into? Hermione felt tears forming in her eyes, but refused to let him even had had the slight satisfaction of seeing them. "Malfoy, please just let me go back to my room and forget about it," she asked, trying to keep the quiver in her voice undetectable.

Walking back out, Draco was wearing his trademark smirk along with a pair of nicely fitting black jeans and a gray muscle shirt. He had a quirky retort on the tip of his tongue, but he spotted the tears in her eyes and held it back. Picking up his wand from the armoire, he lifted the charms and walked back into the bathroom without a word or glance at Hermione.

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Hermione raced out of the Head Boy's room without a backwards glance until she was safe in her own room across the hall. After locking the door, she grabbed her wand and casting a charm on the shared bathroom door, she laid on her bed. She couldn't deny that she had enjoyed the night as well as instigated it, but it was wrong. The feelings she had needed to go away. Draco Malfoy was her best friends enemy, developing any kind of feelings for him was inexcusable. It took her a few minutes to realize that tears had started to fall down her face and a few more to realize they were cause she needed Draco.

Turning onto her side, she grabbed a pillow from under her head and started to cry into it. She thanked Merlin that classes didn't start till the next day.


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On the other side of the bathroom door, Draco leaned against it and listened to Hermione cry. She might have thought her misery was silent but that was far from the truth. Biting his lip and clenching his hands, he tried his hardest not to hex the door and run into her room to comfort her. Pushing away from the door, he walked out of the bathroom and grabbed his wand from the armoire then snatched his broom from next to the door. Slamming the door behind him, he stalked out of the Head's common room needing to work off some tension.


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The clock struck noon and the bells rang in the courtyard, signaling lunchtime. Hermione lifted her head from the pillow, wiping her dried tears away, and stood up from the bed. Walking over to the mirror, she was shocked to see herself so disastrous. All because of a boy! Her self-pity soon turned into anger directed towards a certain Slytherin. Turning her attention back to the mirror, she decided it was time to knock all the boys off their feet.

Opening her closest, she examined her clothes. She pulled out a pair of navy blue jeans, that hugged every curve of her lower body, and then picked out a black v-neck shirt, that was actually just slightly small for her causing her belly button to be revealed. Returning to the mirror, she cast a few spells to clear her face of any signs of tears as well as one to put apply a small amount of make-up. Taking in the whole ensemble, Hermione was rather impressed with herself. Not only did she look different, but she looked hot too. [Eat your hearts out boys.] With a smirk that was worthy of Slytherin, she unlocked her door and headed out of the Head’s dormitory down to the Great Hall.