A/N: Hey, my first fic. I've never been really interested in writing, but
after reading a few here, decided I would go for it. Personally, I can't
get enough of Draco romance fics, I hope you like this one. Blah. Review
please.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Lighten up, pal.
Chapter 1
The sun was streaming in from the dark green curtains. Draco slightly opened one eye, allowing the sun's rays to wake him up. He looked around the room, glancing at the familiar, beautiful green and silver silk sheets that furnished his bed, then to the other beds placed neatly next to his. A vague memory of a dream clouded his mind and he slightly smiled. Even though he knew the dream would forever remain a dream, it still made him happy to think about it. Trying his best to be silent, he climbed out of bed and walked down to the common rooms.
The sight of Crabbe holding onto his small teddy bear was still in his mind, and he quietly laughed to himself. He plopped down onto the couch and continued to think about the dream. The raging fire, no doubt fed during the night by a house-elf, danced across his face while he kept his mind on the dream. Her warm hands and soft features pushed hard against his cold hands and chiseled body. They had kissed. Very passionately, at that. He remembered the feeling of longing that had escaped them both as she enveloped him in her warm embrace. Just like every other dream he had had about her for the past month.
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She woke up quite abruptly, but very happy. "Shit," she thought to herself. "another dream." For a few weeks she'd been having the same type of dreams. All about him and her. "No logic whatsoever to those dreams," she continued telling herself. It wasn't happening. They were just dreams, after all. She couldn't. She wouldn't. She would never have feelings for Draco Malfoy. She briskly walked down to the common room, not caring if she woke anyone up. After pacing in front of the fireplace for a few moments, she heard awkward feet coming down the steps. She looked up to see a very sleepy and stumbling mess. It was only Ron.
"Argh. Why so early!?" he exclaimed.
"I didn't force you out of bed. Why so whiny?" she snapped back.
"Couldn't sleep with all the damn racket! Hermione, you've been like this for the past month. What's the deal?"
"Oh God, Ron. Stop worrying. Just can't sleep, that's all."
"I'm not worrying. I'm angry. Grrrrr."
Hermione giggled. "You know, you're not good at being mad while you're tired."
"Ah, shut up." He said as he grabbed a pastry from the plate leftover from last night's festivities. Well, more like last night's festivities that seem to happen every night.
It was Christmas break and the amount of people that stayed over break had increased substantially. This of course, meant party every night. This also meant that the Yule Ball was scheduled.. "So 'Mione, got a date for the ball?" he said through a considerably big bite of a strawberry-cream puff. "No," she sighed.
"Aw, cheer up. It's just a dumb ball."
Ron of course, didn't have much room to talk. After Dumbledore announced the date of the ball, Ron went practically nuts searching for a date. Harry as well. They ended up just going with the twins again. The Patil's figured they'd be able to have fun with other guys once again, seeing as how last year Ron and Harry completely ignored them. The girls didn't mind at all once they got used to the idea.
For a second, Hermione's thoughts floated back to the dream. She laughed to herself. "Imagine the look on Ron's face if I told him!" she thought inwardly. Ron didn't notice her laughing of course. Soon, he was out the door and heading down for breakfast, keeping Hermione alone with her thoughts.
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Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Lighten up, pal.
Chapter 1
The sun was streaming in from the dark green curtains. Draco slightly opened one eye, allowing the sun's rays to wake him up. He looked around the room, glancing at the familiar, beautiful green and silver silk sheets that furnished his bed, then to the other beds placed neatly next to his. A vague memory of a dream clouded his mind and he slightly smiled. Even though he knew the dream would forever remain a dream, it still made him happy to think about it. Trying his best to be silent, he climbed out of bed and walked down to the common rooms.
The sight of Crabbe holding onto his small teddy bear was still in his mind, and he quietly laughed to himself. He plopped down onto the couch and continued to think about the dream. The raging fire, no doubt fed during the night by a house-elf, danced across his face while he kept his mind on the dream. Her warm hands and soft features pushed hard against his cold hands and chiseled body. They had kissed. Very passionately, at that. He remembered the feeling of longing that had escaped them both as she enveloped him in her warm embrace. Just like every other dream he had had about her for the past month.
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She woke up quite abruptly, but very happy. "Shit," she thought to herself. "another dream." For a few weeks she'd been having the same type of dreams. All about him and her. "No logic whatsoever to those dreams," she continued telling herself. It wasn't happening. They were just dreams, after all. She couldn't. She wouldn't. She would never have feelings for Draco Malfoy. She briskly walked down to the common room, not caring if she woke anyone up. After pacing in front of the fireplace for a few moments, she heard awkward feet coming down the steps. She looked up to see a very sleepy and stumbling mess. It was only Ron.
"Argh. Why so early!?" he exclaimed.
"I didn't force you out of bed. Why so whiny?" she snapped back.
"Couldn't sleep with all the damn racket! Hermione, you've been like this for the past month. What's the deal?"
"Oh God, Ron. Stop worrying. Just can't sleep, that's all."
"I'm not worrying. I'm angry. Grrrrr."
Hermione giggled. "You know, you're not good at being mad while you're tired."
"Ah, shut up." He said as he grabbed a pastry from the plate leftover from last night's festivities. Well, more like last night's festivities that seem to happen every night.
It was Christmas break and the amount of people that stayed over break had increased substantially. This of course, meant party every night. This also meant that the Yule Ball was scheduled.. "So 'Mione, got a date for the ball?" he said through a considerably big bite of a strawberry-cream puff. "No," she sighed.
"Aw, cheer up. It's just a dumb ball."
Ron of course, didn't have much room to talk. After Dumbledore announced the date of the ball, Ron went practically nuts searching for a date. Harry as well. They ended up just going with the twins again. The Patil's figured they'd be able to have fun with other guys once again, seeing as how last year Ron and Harry completely ignored them. The girls didn't mind at all once they got used to the idea.
For a second, Hermione's thoughts floated back to the dream. She laughed to herself. "Imagine the look on Ron's face if I told him!" she thought inwardly. Ron didn't notice her laughing of course. Soon, he was out the door and heading down for breakfast, keeping Hermione alone with her thoughts.
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