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Confessions
A/N: Ok, here is the slight bit of drama. I hate drama and so I tried to move on quickly. Gotta love Harry and Ron, still overprotective and presumptious. Don\'t worry, they will all be ok with one another soon. Thanks for reading and reviewing. I love to get up and see a new review or a new number on my \'hits\' counter. We are about half way done, now. So, without any further ado, I give you chapter 8.....
Ch. 8 Confessions
Hermione sat opposite Draco on her purple comforter. She had her arms crossed and was looking determinedly at anything but him.
He sighed, “Hermione, I’m sorry if I hurt you that night after the movie. But you must understand…” The glare she gave him stopped him mid-sentence. It was cold enough to freeze hell.
“IF you hurt me? And understand what? You made it perfectly clear that you didn’t want me, even after I foolishly threw myself at you.” Fresh tears began to run down her face.
He grabbed her hands, which she promptly snatched away and proceeded to turn away from him in a huff. Sliding next to her and using his hands to turn her face to his, he placed a gentle kiss on her protesting forehead.
“Oh, Hermione. You have no idea how badly I want you. How much control it took for me to just walk away instead of throwing you in the floor and shagging you like a sixth year.” He smiled at her confused face.
She was too tired to fight physically anymore. She sighed and looked into his eyes. “I just don’t get it, Draco, in school you would shag any Slytherin in a skirt, but the second I make a move you acted as though I repulse you.”
His thumb began to make circles on her soft, pale cheek. “You’re different, Hermione. You are worth twenty of those other girls.” He paused and glanced at her face, she had such a beautiful face.
“You are so beautiful, Hermione. Everything about you seems to emit a soft glow. You make me want to be a better person.” Hermione was taken back. If someone would have told her a few years ago that Draco Malfoy would come to her room and profess beautiful sonnet like speech to her, she’d have laughed at them and had them admitted to St. Mungo’s restricted ward.
“So,” she began shyly, “you don’t find me repulsive? And the idea of…um..being intimate with a mudblood doesn’t make you gag?”
“Don’t call yourself that. You are more of a witch than most pureblood women. And Hell no, how could anyone ever find someone who can move like you did on that couch, anything but damn sexy?” he smirked at her.
She began to laugh. “I’m just scared, Draco. I don’t know if I should be telling you this, we have just started dating, but, I, you see, I never, you know.”
Draco had an idea of what she never, but decided to feign ignorance just to taunt the blushing girl. He loved to watch her squirm.
“You never what?” he asked in mock confusion, internally about to break down laughing at her naivety.
If it were at all possible, the girl turned an even deeper shade of red, she was bordering on purple. “I’mstillavirgin.” She blurted out as fast as she could.
“Sorry, what was that again? You’re allergic?” The corners of his mouth were twitching. Any minute now he was going to lose it and get smacked for teasing her.
Taking a deep breath she tried again, “I’m still a virgin.” She said slower, but really soft. Deciding to see how long he could keep her going, he still made a confused face.
Exasperated, she flung her hands out and shouted, “I’M STILL A VIRGIN!” That did it; Draco fell of the bed in laughter.
Hermione straddled him on the floor, reality of his teasing sinking in. She grabbed a pillow from her bed and began to beat him with in. He, in turn, got a few tickles in every chance he was not blocking his face from the pillow.
This was how Harry, Ron, and Ginny found the pair. Well, with the exception of Draco having flipped Hermione over and he was straddling her, she was screaming in laughter from the tickles.
Harry and Ron had heard Hermione’s outburst and, fearing the worst, came charging into her room, Ginny hot on their tails ready to diffuse the situation if need be.
To Ginny, who was smiling, it looked like the couple had worked things out; to the hotheaded, overprotective boys, it looked as though Draco had Hermione pinned and was ready to take advantage of her. Those had to be screams of fear, right?
Draco was bodily pulled off the floor and pinned, yet again, to the wall. This time two wands pointing at him, fury firing in the boys’ eyes. Hermione jumped up and ran to help.
“Harry, Ron..STOP IT!” she screamed at them. Bloody hell these two could be absolute morons. “He was hurting you, Hermione. I warned him.” Harry said over his shoulder.
Hermione didn’t know what to do. Luckily Ginny had pulled her wand out and cast a shield charm, propelling Harry and Ron away from Draco.
“If you two gits would calm down, I’ll explain.” She huffed, truly aggravated at her brother and boyfriend. “If you would have looked properly, you would have seen that she was smacking him with a pillow and he was tickling her, they obviously made up.”
Ron, with his thick head, spoke up. “But she was screaming, Gin. You heard her scream about her virginity!” Hermione turned violently red again, damn she should have cast a silencing charm.
“Well, Ronald, did it occur to you that those were laughing screams? And as much as I appreciate your concern for my safety, I would appreciate you not speaking about my sex life or lack there of, regardless of what you hear.”
The boys cast a glance back at them as Ginny led them out of the room, winking at Hermione as she shut the door.
Hermione and Draco looked at each other and started laughing. “Well.” He began. “that was interesting.” Hermione was still embarrassed, but was still seeing the humor in all of it.
They embraced each other in a simple hug and decided to get out for a bit. They both decided that a nice sit down with the bodyguards was needed and thought about all going out to dinner the following weekend. That should clear things up, hopefully.
Hermione was happy that she and Draco had cleared the air and straightened things out. She couldn’t get over how good it felt to have his arm around her as they walked under the beautiful English sky.
Ch. 8 Confessions
Hermione sat opposite Draco on her purple comforter. She had her arms crossed and was looking determinedly at anything but him.
He sighed, “Hermione, I’m sorry if I hurt you that night after the movie. But you must understand…” The glare she gave him stopped him mid-sentence. It was cold enough to freeze hell.
“IF you hurt me? And understand what? You made it perfectly clear that you didn’t want me, even after I foolishly threw myself at you.” Fresh tears began to run down her face.
He grabbed her hands, which she promptly snatched away and proceeded to turn away from him in a huff. Sliding next to her and using his hands to turn her face to his, he placed a gentle kiss on her protesting forehead.
“Oh, Hermione. You have no idea how badly I want you. How much control it took for me to just walk away instead of throwing you in the floor and shagging you like a sixth year.” He smiled at her confused face.
She was too tired to fight physically anymore. She sighed and looked into his eyes. “I just don’t get it, Draco, in school you would shag any Slytherin in a skirt, but the second I make a move you acted as though I repulse you.”
His thumb began to make circles on her soft, pale cheek. “You’re different, Hermione. You are worth twenty of those other girls.” He paused and glanced at her face, she had such a beautiful face.
“You are so beautiful, Hermione. Everything about you seems to emit a soft glow. You make me want to be a better person.” Hermione was taken back. If someone would have told her a few years ago that Draco Malfoy would come to her room and profess beautiful sonnet like speech to her, she’d have laughed at them and had them admitted to St. Mungo’s restricted ward.
“So,” she began shyly, “you don’t find me repulsive? And the idea of…um..being intimate with a mudblood doesn’t make you gag?”
“Don’t call yourself that. You are more of a witch than most pureblood women. And Hell no, how could anyone ever find someone who can move like you did on that couch, anything but damn sexy?” he smirked at her.
She began to laugh. “I’m just scared, Draco. I don’t know if I should be telling you this, we have just started dating, but, I, you see, I never, you know.”
Draco had an idea of what she never, but decided to feign ignorance just to taunt the blushing girl. He loved to watch her squirm.
“You never what?” he asked in mock confusion, internally about to break down laughing at her naivety.
If it were at all possible, the girl turned an even deeper shade of red, she was bordering on purple. “I’mstillavirgin.” She blurted out as fast as she could.
“Sorry, what was that again? You’re allergic?” The corners of his mouth were twitching. Any minute now he was going to lose it and get smacked for teasing her.
Taking a deep breath she tried again, “I’m still a virgin.” She said slower, but really soft. Deciding to see how long he could keep her going, he still made a confused face.
Exasperated, she flung her hands out and shouted, “I’M STILL A VIRGIN!” That did it; Draco fell of the bed in laughter.
Hermione straddled him on the floor, reality of his teasing sinking in. She grabbed a pillow from her bed and began to beat him with in. He, in turn, got a few tickles in every chance he was not blocking his face from the pillow.
This was how Harry, Ron, and Ginny found the pair. Well, with the exception of Draco having flipped Hermione over and he was straddling her, she was screaming in laughter from the tickles.
Harry and Ron had heard Hermione’s outburst and, fearing the worst, came charging into her room, Ginny hot on their tails ready to diffuse the situation if need be.
To Ginny, who was smiling, it looked like the couple had worked things out; to the hotheaded, overprotective boys, it looked as though Draco had Hermione pinned and was ready to take advantage of her. Those had to be screams of fear, right?
Draco was bodily pulled off the floor and pinned, yet again, to the wall. This time two wands pointing at him, fury firing in the boys’ eyes. Hermione jumped up and ran to help.
“Harry, Ron..STOP IT!” she screamed at them. Bloody hell these two could be absolute morons. “He was hurting you, Hermione. I warned him.” Harry said over his shoulder.
Hermione didn’t know what to do. Luckily Ginny had pulled her wand out and cast a shield charm, propelling Harry and Ron away from Draco.
“If you two gits would calm down, I’ll explain.” She huffed, truly aggravated at her brother and boyfriend. “If you would have looked properly, you would have seen that she was smacking him with a pillow and he was tickling her, they obviously made up.”
Ron, with his thick head, spoke up. “But she was screaming, Gin. You heard her scream about her virginity!” Hermione turned violently red again, damn she should have cast a silencing charm.
“Well, Ronald, did it occur to you that those were laughing screams? And as much as I appreciate your concern for my safety, I would appreciate you not speaking about my sex life or lack there of, regardless of what you hear.”
The boys cast a glance back at them as Ginny led them out of the room, winking at Hermione as she shut the door.
Hermione and Draco looked at each other and started laughing. “Well.” He began. “that was interesting.” Hermione was still embarrassed, but was still seeing the humor in all of it.
They embraced each other in a simple hug and decided to get out for a bit. They both decided that a nice sit down with the bodyguards was needed and thought about all going out to dinner the following weekend. That should clear things up, hopefully.
Hermione was happy that she and Draco had cleared the air and straightened things out. She couldn’t get over how good it felt to have his arm around her as they walked under the beautiful English sky.