Disclaimer: I do not claim to be the great JK Rowling, though I wish I was.
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Warning: If you do not like Draco with Hermione, don't review with a flame. It's pointless. Really it is. So you've been warned. However, if you do like them, and the story, feel free to leave the love. ^_~
Okay, they may seem OOC, but I mean come on! This doesn't happen in the book, now does it? I'll try to keep them IC as much as possible. Please enjoy!
Just a little summary (yeah, I know, get on with it) This is taking place in their sixth year, so that would make them sixteen. Now, on with the story!!
Hermione sat up quickly in her bed, the sweat pouring of her face. "What was that?" She asked no one in particular. Before she lay back down, she wiped her face and stared out the window, thinking about the dream she just had.
"We have to stop this. It's not right."
"What's not right about it Hermione? You don't care about me?"
"No! It's not that, it's just. it's just strange."
"I know. I don't understand either. Maybe you're right. Maybe we should stop seeing each other."
"No! I don't want that either. Maybe."
"Maybe what? What can we do?"
"Maybe we can tell them." Hermione stood up paced the ground around the bench. Her brown hair seeming to bounce with ever step she took. Draco Malfoy stood up and grabbed her shoulders, pulling her close. She looked up slightly at him he smiled warmly. They leaned in closer together and.
Hermione shuddered. "It was just a dream. No, more like a nightmare." She told herself. As she sunk down into her warm bed she couldn't help but think about the dream again, wondering why she felt so good.
Draco Malfoy rolled over in his sleep, smashing his arm against the pillow. "No.!" He moaned. Crabbe woke up and heard him moaning, and got up.
"Hey. Draco. You alright?" He asked, shaking his 'leader' roughly. Draco sat up in a flash and shoved Crabbe.
"Of course I'm alright. What makes you think that? And why are you waking me this early?" He demanded angrily.
"You were, uh, moaning."
"What?" He asked, his face flushing slightly in the dim moonlight.
"You kept saying no. So what was it about?"
"Oh. That. I was dreaming about Potter having to watch Weasley and the Mudblood suffer." He laughed cruelly. Crabbed laughed with him and walked back to his own bed.
Draco lay down after Crabbe was snoring soundly and stared up at the ceiling. "I must be sick," he whispered, "because why would I be dreaming about that Mudblood Granger?"
The next morning Hermione dressed and went downstairs to meet the boys in the common room. They all started to walk down to breakfast. "Hermione, what's wrong?" Harry asked. She looked up.
"What?"
"Is something the matter? You're awfully quiet."
"Yeah, you haven't nagged me about our bloody report yet. Something must be on your mind."
"No, it's. it's nothing." She said. "Late night, that's all."
They entered the hall and sat down at the long Gryffindor table, reaching towards the various breads, jams, and cereals on the plates in front of them. Harry fell forward into his plate as a rude Draco walked by, sneering.
"Morning, Potter. Might want to wipe off those glasses of yours. They're awfully dirty," he sneered, pointing at the jam smeared on them. Hermione frowned, feeling her face redden slightly at the sight of the tall, silver-blond haired teen in front of her.
"Malfoy, I think you should be the one cleaning them off."
"Oh is that so Granger? Maybe the Mudblood should do it for her beloved master. That's what you are, isn't it? A little serving wench," Crabbe and Goyle laughed. Draco turned to them, eyes wide. Hermione burst into tears and ran from the room, eyes following her, then turning back to Draco and his group.
"That was low. Even for you," Harry hissed, standing to follow Hermione. Draco watched them leave in anger. At his companions. He dragged them to their seats and through them down.
"What was that for? That was horrible!"
"But, it was something you would have said. Right?" Goyle asked. Draco sighed, burrowing his eyebrows into a knot.
"I woldn't call someone a serving wench. That was horrible. I'm honestly disgusted." Draco said, standing to leave, and walking towards the doors. Crabbe and Goyle looked after him, in a state of pure confusion.
"I don't think he's feeling well," Crabbe muttered, taking a large bite from his food.
I really REALLY hope you liked it. But just know this, it is my first Draco and Hermione fic so please don't be too judgmental!! There is more to come shortly if you like this. Heck, more to come even if you don't!! LOL. please review!!
Warning: If you do not like Draco with Hermione, don't review with a flame. It's pointless. Really it is. So you've been warned. However, if you do like them, and the story, feel free to leave the love. ^_~
Okay, they may seem OOC, but I mean come on! This doesn't happen in the book, now does it? I'll try to keep them IC as much as possible. Please enjoy!
Just a little summary (yeah, I know, get on with it) This is taking place in their sixth year, so that would make them sixteen. Now, on with the story!!
Hermione sat up quickly in her bed, the sweat pouring of her face. "What was that?" She asked no one in particular. Before she lay back down, she wiped her face and stared out the window, thinking about the dream she just had.
"We have to stop this. It's not right."
"What's not right about it Hermione? You don't care about me?"
"No! It's not that, it's just. it's just strange."
"I know. I don't understand either. Maybe you're right. Maybe we should stop seeing each other."
"No! I don't want that either. Maybe."
"Maybe what? What can we do?"
"Maybe we can tell them." Hermione stood up paced the ground around the bench. Her brown hair seeming to bounce with ever step she took. Draco Malfoy stood up and grabbed her shoulders, pulling her close. She looked up slightly at him he smiled warmly. They leaned in closer together and.
Hermione shuddered. "It was just a dream. No, more like a nightmare." She told herself. As she sunk down into her warm bed she couldn't help but think about the dream again, wondering why she felt so good.
Draco Malfoy rolled over in his sleep, smashing his arm against the pillow. "No.!" He moaned. Crabbe woke up and heard him moaning, and got up.
"Hey. Draco. You alright?" He asked, shaking his 'leader' roughly. Draco sat up in a flash and shoved Crabbe.
"Of course I'm alright. What makes you think that? And why are you waking me this early?" He demanded angrily.
"You were, uh, moaning."
"What?" He asked, his face flushing slightly in the dim moonlight.
"You kept saying no. So what was it about?"
"Oh. That. I was dreaming about Potter having to watch Weasley and the Mudblood suffer." He laughed cruelly. Crabbed laughed with him and walked back to his own bed.
Draco lay down after Crabbe was snoring soundly and stared up at the ceiling. "I must be sick," he whispered, "because why would I be dreaming about that Mudblood Granger?"
The next morning Hermione dressed and went downstairs to meet the boys in the common room. They all started to walk down to breakfast. "Hermione, what's wrong?" Harry asked. She looked up.
"What?"
"Is something the matter? You're awfully quiet."
"Yeah, you haven't nagged me about our bloody report yet. Something must be on your mind."
"No, it's. it's nothing." She said. "Late night, that's all."
They entered the hall and sat down at the long Gryffindor table, reaching towards the various breads, jams, and cereals on the plates in front of them. Harry fell forward into his plate as a rude Draco walked by, sneering.
"Morning, Potter. Might want to wipe off those glasses of yours. They're awfully dirty," he sneered, pointing at the jam smeared on them. Hermione frowned, feeling her face redden slightly at the sight of the tall, silver-blond haired teen in front of her.
"Malfoy, I think you should be the one cleaning them off."
"Oh is that so Granger? Maybe the Mudblood should do it for her beloved master. That's what you are, isn't it? A little serving wench," Crabbe and Goyle laughed. Draco turned to them, eyes wide. Hermione burst into tears and ran from the room, eyes following her, then turning back to Draco and his group.
"That was low. Even for you," Harry hissed, standing to follow Hermione. Draco watched them leave in anger. At his companions. He dragged them to their seats and through them down.
"What was that for? That was horrible!"
"But, it was something you would have said. Right?" Goyle asked. Draco sighed, burrowing his eyebrows into a knot.
"I woldn't call someone a serving wench. That was horrible. I'm honestly disgusted." Draco said, standing to leave, and walking towards the doors. Crabbe and Goyle looked after him, in a state of pure confusion.
"I don't think he's feeling well," Crabbe muttered, taking a large bite from his food.
I really REALLY hope you liked it. But just know this, it is my first Draco and Hermione fic so please don't be too judgmental!! There is more to come shortly if you like this. Heck, more to come even if you don't!! LOL. please review!!