- Rating:
- PG-13
- House:
- Astronomy Tower
- Characters:
- Draco Malfoy Hermione Granger
- Genres:
- Romance
- Era:
- Multiple Eras
- Spoilers:
- Philosopher's Stone Chamber of Secrets Prizoner of Azkaban Goblet of Fire
- Stats:
-
Published: 05/08/2003Updated: 05/21/2003Words: 2,411Chapters: 2Hits: 1,560
Just A Dream Or Fate?
DarkFleur Delacour
- Story Summary:
- Lately Draco has been having disturbing dreams about himself and Hermione. Utterly disgusted with himself he ignores the urge to tell Hermione``his feelings, but he finds himself stalking her, which makes his feelings for her stronger. Will he confess all to Hermione?
Chapter 01
- Posted:
- 05/08/2003
- Hits:
- 1,050
Draco looked in the mirror and grinned, revealing excellent
white, straight, teeth.
"Damn, I look good," Draco murmured, adjusting his
hair.
"I know you do Draco," came a familiar voice.
Who would be in the boy's bathroom this early in the
morning? Draco pondered, then quickly spun around.
Draco gasped to see Hermione Granger smiling, wearing only a
g-string and a bra.
"Pleased to see me tiger?" Hermione asked, coming
closer to Draco and rubbing her body against his.
"Granger what the-" Draco began, but she cut him
off.
"Don't resist the temptation," Hermione said,
kissing him softly, "I love you and you love me, face it."
"But-" Draco began, but noticed Hermione was
slowly undressing him.
"Ssh.." Hermione said and kissed him passionately,
Draco responded.
There tongues collided it was a wonderful feeling.
They both fell on the floor and began to make love.
Draco sat up, immediately he scanned the dark room.
His heart was beating fast and he was sweating.
That was the 4th time in the week he had had the same dream.
Was it trying to tell him something?
Draco got up and made his way to the window, peering out of
it.
It was still dark outside and there were no signs of
movement.
Draco quickly got changed and checked his reflection in a
mirror, making sure his hair looked okay.
He made his way down the stairs into the Slytherin common
room, but soon regretted it.
"Draco!" squealed Pansy.
Draco rolled his eyes, "Hi Pansy," he said, trying
not to sound too sarcastic.
"I guess you couldn't get to sleep either," Pansy
said, coming closer to Draco and gently stroking his silvery blonde hair.
"Ay! Watch it!" Draco snapped, "I've just
done my hair," he frowned.
Pansy didn't even flinch, in fact she giggled.
"What are you giggling at now?" Draco asked,
agitated.
Pansy pouted, "Don't you like me anymore?"
Draco sighed, "Of course I do, I just had a
bad...." he began, but didn't finish.
He was about to tell her he had had a bad dream, but that
would make him sound like a wimp.
Pansy looked at Draco, "A bad..?" she asked.
"Just keep your large nose out of my business!"
Draco snapped and marched back up to the boy's rooms.
Later at breakfast Draco avoided Pansy's eye and instead
focused on Hermione.
He watched her intently, shook his head, trying to convince
himself he didn't have feelings for her.
I'm not attracted to a Mudblood. I'm NOT, Draco thought, but even his thoughts
couldn't convince him this time.
"Malfoy keeps looking at you," Ron sniggered.
"Me?" Hermione said, rather alarmed. "No he
must be looking at someone else," she said, blushing.
Draco noticed Ron sniggering and went red with anger.
Draco clenched his teeth together and ignored Ron's
sniggers.
Stupid Weasley, what's he laughing about? Him and his dumb
second hand robes, Draco thought bitterly.
Draco laughed out loud; it's all he can afford.
A Slytherin girl with frizzy red hair looked at Draco with
wide eyes.
"What are you staring at?" Draco hissed.
The girl blushed the same colour as her hair and looked the
other way.
Draco continued to laugh; they're all scared of me, every
one of them.
Draco then cast a look at Harry Potter, who was eating a
bread roll.
Apart from precious Potter, he should flinch at my very
name. He rejected my offer to be his friend, he'll regret it other's would die
for the opportunity, but no not famous Harry Potter.
Draco scowled, then looked at Hermione.
How can I be attracted to her? What possibly has she got
that no other girl has?
Draco saw out the corner of his eye Pansy drop soup down her
front.
Brains.
As Draco left the Great Hall, he saw Hermione.
He took out his wand and muttered a simple spell, and
watched in amusement as Hermione's bag split open, causing many things to fall
on the floor and smash.
Draco swiftly hid behind a statue, watching Hermione.
Hermione quickly tried to gather everything up, Ron and
Harry went to help, but she stopped them.
"You two carry onto Potions, I'll catch up,"
Hermione said.
"You sure?" Harry asked.
"I'm not a baby," Hermione said, "Go on,
shoo!"
The two exchanged looks and walked down the nearly deserted
corridor.
"Hello Miss Granger," Draco said, emerging from
behind the statue.
"What do you want Malfoy?" Hermione asked, rolling
her eyes and putting several items in her bag.
"Just a little chat," Draco said, smiling
innocently.
Hermione raised an eyebrow, "And why exactly would you
want to chat with me and why would I want to chat with you?" she asked.
"Because you find me sexy," Draco said, moving
closer to her.
Draco had done this mainly to see her reaction, but wished
he hadn't.
Hermione burst out laughing and wouldn't stop.
Draco scowled, "Shut it Mudblood."
Hermione immediately stopped and threw Draco a glare.
Draco smirked and knelt down, picking up the rest of
Hermione's stuff and putting in her bag.
Hermione's eyes widened, she looked up at Draco, utterly
bewildered.
Draco Malfoy had just helped her.
Has he gone mad? Hermione thought.
Hermione shrugged, slung her bag over her back and walked
down the corridor.
Draco sighed, how could he express his love to her when she
loathed him?
In potions Draco kept glancing at Hermione.
Hermione noticed this and whispered to Ron and Harry,
"Malfoy HELPED me earlier he was actually being sort of nice, seems
strange."
Harry and Ron both looked confused.
"But he hates you doesn't he?" Harry asked.
"That's what I thought," Hermione said,
matter-of-factly.
"Maybe he fancies you," Ron sniggered.
Hermione went slightly red but she too, laughed.
"Could you imagine that? Hermione Malfoy?" Harry
said, grinning, "doubt Lucius Malfoy wouldn't be too keen on the
idea.."
Draco looked at Hermione, Ron and Harry, and was almost
certain they were talking about him.
Snape, the greasy-haired, hooked-nosed, oily-skinned,
ill-mannered, potions teacher came striding past Draco and other to Hermione's
table.
It was a well known fact Snape favoured Slytherin and
loathed Gryffindor.
Draco watched as Snape began yelling at Hermione for making
her potion too green, as far as Draco was concerned it looked the same as his.
But then again, Snape used any excuse to take off marks off Gryffindor.
"That was a shitty lesson," Ron moaned, as he
massaged his hand, from where he had burnt himself from being told by Snape to
clean out all the cauldrons.
"I've got to go to the Library," Hermione said,
dashing off.
Ron rolled his eyes, "She's mad, utterly."
Hermione entered the library and looked around, this was one
of the places she liked to come to have some peace and quiet.
Once she had found the book she wanted, she sat in the
corner, on a squishy chair and opened up the book.
"What you reading?" Draco asked.
Hermione looked up at him, "Why do you care?"
"I was just wondering," Draco muttered.
Should I tell her now? Confess all? Confess my true feelings
and make a total dope out of myself?