Too Far

Too Far

Previously on Too Far:

She left her eyes shut as she felt Draco move away. She did not want to open them, or return to that world she called her own, it was horrible, compared to the one she had just been in. Slowly, Hermione fell asleep.

Chapter 2~Friends and A Feast

Hermione awoke to the sounds of the train whistles going off and people scrambling about to get off the train. It took her awhile to regain her composure, but once she had, she realized that she was arriving at Hogsmeade Station near the lake. Hermione joined the queue of students wearing their Hogwarts robes outside the train on the platform. She waved at Hagrid, one of the few people that still appreciated her, and hurried along to the Head's carriage, which was pulled by the still-invisible thestrals.

Draco seemed oblivious to the company joining him in the carriage. Hermione looked around awkwardly before sitting next to him. Almost immediately she began wringing her hands and the carriage began to move steadily up the road towards Hogwarts.

"Relax," Draco cooed at Hermione while she nervously swayed, causing the small, unsteady carriage to rock slightly.

"Relax? How the hell do you expect me to relax?" Hermione shrieked at Draco, and a little first year that could hear her screaming from the boats, started crying because of her harsh language, "I can't stand being this nervous! I have to give the whole friggin' school a damn speech, aYOU! You're the one making me so nervous! I can't focus on anything except kissing you, which is by far the most outrageous thing I've ever done in my life! It's your entire fault! Erg!"

"Hermione," Draco tried to placate Hermione again, "Try and calm yourself. You are a nervous wreck and you wont get anything accomplished if you continue on like this."

"Yeah, I'm aware of that!!!" Hermione screamed at Draco like an insane person.

Ignore it; maybe she's on her girl's week... Draco thought. "If it helps any, that kiss in the train compartment meant the world to me, and I would like to continue it someday. Maybe not today or tomorrow, but someday when you are ready. Okay?"

Hermione's breath had been stolen away by the young man in front of her. She could not speak, so she merely nodded. Draco's speech had not made her relax, however. Now instead of worrying about what Draco thought of the kiss, she worried about what she would say to the school. Of course, it would be all that much more easier with Draco by her side.

Hermione and Draco made their way into the great hall while the othestudents waited outside the doors in the entrance hall, wandering around and chatting with their friends.

Professor Dumbledore was seated in the middle of the High Table at the front of the room talking animatedly to Professor Sinistra, who was seated next to him. The two teachers only stopped their conversation when Draco cleared his throat loudly. Dumbledore looked down at the pair and smiled.

"I know we told you that we were going to instate the Head Boy and Girl speeches this year, but we decided this year, the Head boy and girl will not be giving speeches at the feasts unless necessary or requested." he announced.

Hermione looked absolutely relieved, Draco started to laugh at her, but quickly changed it to a cough, although Hermione still glared at him. Dumbledore sent the two to their appropriate tables and resumed his talk with Sinistra as students began filing in through the main doors.

Harry and Ron came in together. They spotted Hermione immediately and rushed over to her, much to her surprise.

"Hey Hermione, how's it going?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, we haven't seen you for a pretty long time, what's new with you?" Ron continued.

Notice anything about me- maybe the fact that I'm A MEMBER OF THE OPPOSITE SEX, PERHAPS??? Hermione almost said, but instead she simply replied, "Meh. Nothing. Um...uh...what happened to Lavender, and Ginny?" Hermione asked awkwardly.

Ron blushed, while Harry suddenly found his shoe rather interesting to look at. It had these tantalizing brown stripes... Thankfully, Ginny answered the gauche question for him.

"Oh, come off it!" she yelled from the other side of the table, "Harry and I, well it was just weird, I mean forever, he was like another brother, and unless you are a pervert, you usually don't date your brother. And Lavender and Ron, funniest little thing, well, Dean's got himself a girlfriend now, but Ron don't!"

Ron blushed furiously and glared at his plate, while Harry nodded in agreement with Ginny. Hermione couldn't help but allow herself a laugh. Maybe this year would be fun. By the looks of things, she had her best friends back, and she was happy.

Pansy Parkinson entered the great hall flanked by Draco's two followers, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle. Pansy sat on one side of Draco, while Crabbe and Goyle sat on the other. Pansy began to latch into a speech about how terrible it was that they didn't see each other over the holidays, while Draco merely nodded occasionally, as all of his attention was focused on a certain Gryffindor.

Pansy noticed how Draco's attention was distracted this evening. She began to climb into his lap, straddling his waist. That was when the chaos broke out.

Draco stood up throwing Pansy to the ground; he began hollering wildly at her, "You stupid fucking whore! What is wrong with you? Do you have any fucking sense? I think not! You waltz in here like you own the place, start telling me off for not contacting you over the summer, and then you decide it's correct to climb into my lap and beg for sex! Well fuck you! No! I will never touch you again as long as I live, you are like a little fucking prostitute, and you are fucking sixteen! You bring shame to your family name and you are a disgrace to the wizarding world. I suggest you get off your fucking ass and head to your dormitory, and if I ever catch you touching anyone at this school in that sort of manner again, I assure u I will see that you are expelled myself, because that is inappropriate on school grounds, take it to your pussy home and suck on some guys cock there, but not here, and never me, do you understand?"

Pansy leapt to her feet, burst into tears, and ran from the room. Several people stood up clapping, while others just looked on confused at what just happened. Hermione was about to leap out of her seat and rush over to Draco and envelop him in a hug, but thought better of displaying their relationship publicly.

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"Edwards, Emily"

"Gryffindor"

"Effete, Dominic"

"Slytherin"

And it went on, and on. Until all forty students had been sorted into their houses. Slytherin acquired nine in total. Gryffindor got ten new students, Ravenclaw got eleven, and Hufflepuff got ten.

At the end, everyone cheered, mostly because it was over. Dumbledore stood and gave his speech. He told everyone not to go into the forbidden forest, and not to enter greenhouse three unsupervised. Once the speech was done, he told the prefects of each house to take the students up to their dormitories to unpack and get settled and head to bed. Hermione and Draco were called forward again.

"I have to show you two your new quarters," Dumbledore said, "Your belongings are already up there waiting for your arrival, so lets be off."

"Um...Professor...are we, I mean, do we, uh, have to..." Hermione stuttered.

"Yes Hermione, you and Draco will be sharing a quarters, you will each have your own bedrooms, but you will share the common room and bathroom," Dumbledore explained.

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The three headed up the marble staircase, Dumbledore hummed the entire way, but Draco and Hermione walked in silence. When they reached a golden and silver tapestry somewhere on the third floor, Dumbledore stopped. He pulled open the hangings to reveal a portrait of a sleeping lion curled up with a large sleeping snake.

"Cabaña!" the portrait split and revealed a dazzling common room.

It had a large fireplace against the opposite wall from the portrait. The center of the room was sunken; in it there was a large deep red couch, a green couch opposite, a silver armchair, and a gold armchair. In the middle there was a large coffee table. Around the outside of the room, there were two desks placed across from each other. One was red with gold trimmings; the other was green silver trimmings. On either side of the fireplace there was a door. One was red with a gold H; the other was green with a silver D. On the red side of the room, the walls were painted green; on the green side of the room, the walls were painted red. Clearly, the theme was the students' house colours, which all looked very appealing together. In the middle of the high raised ceiling, there was a beautiful crystal chandelier that reflected trickles of light to all parts of the room.

"These are your quarters. Hermione, your room is on the right, with the large golden H, Draco, yours is on the left, with the large silver D; I will leave you to get comfortable." with that, Dumbledore left out through the portrait.

"Well, lets go unpack," Hermione began, "I mean, we have a long day ahead of us tomorrow, and we should unpack as quickly as possible and head to bed to get our rest..." she was seemed very nervous around Draco, since the incident on the train, &quo;Really, we have to give out schedules in the morning, and-"

Once again Draco kissing her cut her off. It was quick and sweet, but it did its job of shutting her up.

When Draco moved away, Hermione stood there, not knowing what to think. Was he just doing this to torture her, looking at the way he affected her? Did he actually have any feelings towards her?

Hermione's POV:

Oh.y. God. I thought that maybe he was confused or something the first time, but twice in one day? Seriously! He is either on a bet with one of his stupid blokes, or he is actually feeling something towards me. He affects me so deeply though. Every time he is near me, I get so nervous and I can't concentrate on anything I am saying. I have heard Lavender and Parvati talking in the dormitory last year, and the way they go on about him, whoa, he is like the friggin' sex god of the school. Both Parvati and Lavender have had one-night stands with him. The worst of it is, they don't care he never came back to them! I for one do not want to be involved in a one-night stand. I want a relationship to mean something, and I will not give myself to anyone, well, that is not the way I thought in fifth year, but I feel that way now.

Draco was also having conflicting thoughts.

Draco's POV:

What am I doing? Am I insane? God, this is a mudblood. A dirty fucking mudblood. It is bad enough I have feelings for her, but I definitely do not need to go around showing them. Twice in one day, I have gone and kissed her, what is she going to think? I am so screwed. If anyone finds out, it will ruin my entire reputation, and if my father finds out that I'm taken with a mudblood, well, he will either kill me. Or her. Or both. Oh fuck. I'm in serious shit.

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"Hermione, I..." Draco stuttered, but he could think of no way to explain his actions.

Hermione couldn't stand this tension it any longer. The lust and passion had built up inside her, and she needed to release it. Draco didn't need to explain, Hermione pressed her lips onto his, and a shock waved through them both. A warm fiery heat filled the room, as both Draco and Hermione put all the emotion they possessed into that one kiss. To them, it felt like hours, but it was only a few minutes. When they finally broke apart, their breathing was ragged and unsteady.

"Draco, I think we should each go to our beds, we do need sleep," no matter how lust-filled she was, Hermione was always a practical person.

"Alright," Draco said quietly, with a hint of disappointment in his voice.

They tur apart and walked separately to the doors to their rooms. When they reached the doors, they turned back and gazed into each other's eyes for a few cherished moments. You could feel the heat between the two across the room. In their eyes, you could see the passion and needing.

Draco watched as Hermione broke the stare and entered her room. She stepped in quickly, feeling the cold, but beautiful, loving gray eyes staring, penetrating in the back of her neck. She shut the door behind her and slid down the wall, leaning against the door, with a dreamy look on her face.

Draco stood and stared at her door for a while longer, before turning and going to bed himself. He lied down right away, but had a sleepless night; his mind was far from deep, peaceful sleep, it was pondering the new relationship between him and his new colleague.

After a few minutes, Hermione got up and climbed into bed sleepily. She fell asleep quickly, but was uneasy, and woke up often, pondering strange dreams, all of which revolved around that platinum blond hair, deep blue-gray eyes, and a familiar smirk.