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Dark Waters of Ecstasy	By : StarlitNight Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 8585 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Two:: Mysterious
Everyone slowly left the carriages to enter the castle they all had come to love. Memories flooded each student�s mind as they filled the Great Hall with their cheery chatter.

When the students broke apart to go to separate tables, Ron managed to fight his way through them to get to Hermione.

�Hey,� he whispered, looking at the floor. �I�m sorry about before. I just�he gets to me, you know? And I guess I could cut him some slack, what with him being cut up and all. Are we good?�

�Yeah,� Hermione said with a smile. �I don�t think I could stay mad at you.� She threw her arms around his neck while he kissed her. The last few students left the entry hall and Ron reluctantly broke away to follow them. Harry had come in with Seamus and Dean, and had saved two seats for Ron and Hermione. They spent nearly the whole feast talking about the past six years and what fun they�d had, how many detentions they�d gotten, and especially how many times they�d kicked Slytherins arses in Quidditch. When the last crumbs of dessert faded into the golden plates, McGonagall sought out Hermione and Draco to show them to their private dormitories. The portrait was of a blonde mermaid. She giggled and flipped her hair back, winking at Draco. McGonagall sighed, and tapped the frame. The mermaid bit her lip and looked over innocently.

�Password?� she asked in a sickeningly sweet voice.

�Mysterious,� McGonagall said in her stern voice. The mermaid blew a kiss at Draco and dove underwater as the portrait swung open. Checking her watch, McGonagall pointed inside. �Your room is on the left, Miss Granger. Yours is on the right, Mr. Malfoy. You have one common room and a private bathroom each. You can find me in my office of you have any questions.� And with that, she left. Hermione stood frozen for a moment, before turning to look at Draco. He shrugged and left for his room. Hermione studied the common room. Black and gold. How fitting. She briefly scanned the titles in the bookshelves before curiosity overtook her and she rushed to her bedroom. It was roughly the same size as the one she�d shared in Gryffindor Tower, but this time with only one bed, armoire, and desk. She ran her hands along the golden floral wallpaper on her way to her bed. Red velvet, cream silk. She fell back and smiled. Her trunks had been unpacked already for her. Figuring that Ron and Harry would be in the common room, she decided to pay Gryffindor Tower a visit. On her way out, she noticed that Draco�s door was open. Moving to look inside, she noticed that it was everything, from walls to duvet cover, was black, excepting silver accents and green silk sheets. Being so pale, Draco stood out and almost seemed to glow. Hermione leaned her head against the door frame, content for the moment in watching.

�Hermione?� he asked, knocking her out of her reverie. She blinked.

�Hmm?� she responded. �Oh! Um�I�m just going to Gryffindor Tower. I�ll be back later.�

�Right,� he said with a nod, and continued rearranging everything.

�Right,� she echoed in a sigh, turning and leaving. Hogwarts was quite deserted, despite it being before curfew. She stopped every so often to gaze at one of her favourite paintings or tapestries, and in a few occasions, to speak to one. When she reached the portrait of the Fat Lady, she smiled warmly.

�Grimfuddle,� she answered, and the portrait swung open. It took her half getting into the room before she noticed. Ron, who had been apologizing to her all day and endlessly confessing his love, was sitting in a chair by the fire with Lavender perched on top. His shirt was open at the neck, and his hands were finding their way up hers. Hermione stared, absolutely amazed, before finally she spoke out. �Ron?� Even to her, her voice sounded meek. Ron looked over, his eyes wide and his face flushed.

�Oh, fuck.�

�Great answer,� she spat at him. �Real intelligent. You know, most people deny it. No, you come right out and let me know that you think next to nothing of me.� Hermione took a deep breath and tossed her hair back. �You know how you doubted that I didn�t love you? Well, here�s your proof.� With that, she spun around and ran outside.

XXX

Having just finished the laborious work of rearranging everything he�d brought, Draco decided to find a good book and settle down for the evening. He picked out Hogwarts, A History and settled into a chair. He�d just opened the book when he heard something of a cry outside the portrait. Placing the book on the table, he swung himself around the back of the chair just in time for Hermione to run inside. She took one look at him, started crying again, and tried to run off. Draco held out his arm to catch her and sat down. He held her in his lap while she tried to form a coherent sentence.

�Ron,� she spluttered. �Lavender�� Draco nodded.

�I get it,� he whispered. She looked at him, before burying her face in his shoulder. Draco spoke softly to her, stroking her hair and holding her close. When her sobs finally subsided, she sat up.

�Thanks,� she breathed, sniffling. Draco wiped her cheeks and smiled gently.

�Anytime,� he said. She stopped, wondering whatever had possessed him to catch her when she�d run in. In a moment of spontaneity, she hugged him. He returned the gesture, and they didn�t make any move to break apart. After an hour, Draco noticed that Hermione had fallen asleep. He gingerly picked her up and carried her into her room. He placed her under her covers and kissed her temple lightly.

XXX

When the first rays of sunlight filtered in through her half open window, Hermione turned over and stretched. She was so content with dreaming and snuggling into her blankets that she almost wanted to miss classes that day. With a final yawn, she got up and wandered into the common room. Draco was up already, showered and dressed, reading a book. She leaned down to peek at the title, and smiled. One of her favorites. He looked up briefly, then went back to his book. Hermione stood in front of him.

�I just wanted to thank you for what you did last night.� Hermione found herself smoothing her clothes and combing her hair with her fingers. �You didn�t have to, and it was a genuinely wonderful thing to do.�

�As far as I�m concerned it never happened.� Draco stuck a finger in his book to mark his page. Standing up, he looked down at her. �We can�t do that. I don�t want to do that.� Hermione found that as he walked away, his back was blurry from her tears.

XXX

Draco closed his door softly and sank down against it. He knew that that would hurt her. He had wanted it to. She needed Ron and Harry, not some broken excuse for a person like him. He needed to forget her- her smile, the way her eyes lit up when she got excited, how innocent she always looked, how perfect she felt in his arms�he couldn�t get involved. It wasn�t fair to her. He gathered his bag and headed off to breakfast.

After a completely uneventful apple, he headed over to the library. Snape had mentioned something about a new project that they were going to be starting on longevity potions, and Draco wanted to get a head start.

XXX

Hermione found it quite hard breathe normally and refrain from crying. It was stupid, the effect that had on her. She shouldn�t care what Malfoy thought, what he said. It was one night, that�s it, one night and an autumn of late talks over tea. She showered, turning the water all the way to hot so that it left little red streaks all across her skin. She spent a long time putting together her bag so she�d have just enough time to walk down to Potions and not see anyone or talk to anyone. When she came to the room, it was already half full. Ron and Harry were sitting together, in the third row, center. Hermione chose the fifth row, left. She stashed her bag under her desk and pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill. Snape was busy writing something on the front board, and when he finished he turned around abruptly.

�It�s your seventh year, I think I can skip the introductions and simply tell you to choose a partner. You will be with them for four weeks brewing a longevity potion. Here-� And there, Draco entered, the door banging open against the wall. Everyone turned to look as he strode in, dumped his books on the back desk, and settled in. Snape eyed him and finished, �are today�s instructions.� Hermione looked around quite frantically before coming to the inevitable conclusion that she would be partnered with Draco Malfoy.

XXX

At dinner that night, Hermione found herself lost for the first time. She didn�t know if she could sit with Harry and Ron, or Lavender and Parvati, or maybe just skip all together. Luckily, Harry came over and guided her to a seat beside him.

�Ron says he�s sorry,� he whispered on their way to the table. �He wants you to know him and Lavender are over, and that it was only just last night.�

�Okay,� Hermione said, her voice tiny. Harry squeezed her hand for support. They sat down across from Ron and Seamus.

�Hey, Hermione,� Ron started weakly. Hermione tried her best to smile. �I um�well�I just�Oh, here,� he finished with a sigh. He thrust a note toward her, which she unfolded and read under the table.

Hermione-

I�m sorry, I don�t know what got into me. I promise that I�ll never do that again, and that I really do love you.

-Ron

Hermione smiled, appreciating the gesture. Ron looked hopeful.

�I love you too,� she mouthed. He grinned. Hermione took a sip of her pumpkin juice while the boys commenced talking about Quidditch. Stealing a glance at the Slytherin table, she noticed a certain blond staring at her. She looked away, but found her eyes drawn back down when he moved. It looked like he had an arm around Pansy�s waist, and was whispering something in her ear. Hermione turned away. It simply hurt too much.

XXX

�Pansy,� Draco whispered, taking his eyes off Hermione. �You still like going out at night?� She smiled.

�Depends on with who, and what for.�

�How about with me for a little�reunion?� She eyed him through half closed eyes, before kissing the corner of his mouth in agreement.

XXX

�Oh, no,� Hermione whispered to herself. Ten-thirty at night and she was still doing homework and now she�d come to the realization that she had, unfortunately, left her books in the Potions room. Sighing, she donned slippers and a cloak and grabbed her wand. On her way through the dungeons, she decided that the main reason she was glad she wasn�t in Slytherin was because she truly valued warmth and sunlight. She got to the Potions room, had her hand on the doorknob, when a loud moan echoed through the hall. Cringing, she backed away. Just what she needed. A late night sex encounter after a most horrible day. She leaned against the door, thinking up a plan. Maybe if she knocked? No, they wouldn�t hear. Maybe yelling? No, too conspicuous. Maybe�she shrieked. There�d been a loud bang against the door she was propped against. She jumped away from it, just as it slowly creeped open. Draco was standing there, staring at her coldly, in his boxers, while Pansy was standing just behind him, covering herself up as best she could. She took one look at Hermione, then turned to Draco, said, �Looks like your busy tonight. You should really schedule longer sessions next time,� and left. Hermione watched her walk away, but Draco pulled her inside.

�What the fuck are you doing here?� he spat, depositing her against the wall and closing the door.

�I forgot my books,� Hermione stuttered, looking around for them. Noticing they weren�t on her desk, she slowly looked back at Draco.

�You grabbed them after class, Hermione,� he said, his voice laced with poison. Hermione flinched, remembering now that it was after Transfiguration that she�d lost them. �You know I can�t just let you leave,� Draco whispered.

�What?� Hermione said, looking up. �Why?�

�Because if you go, then you�ll tell McGonagall that I was down here with Pansy and I don�t want to get expelled three days into the year.�

�What?� Hermione asked. �Why�what are you talking about?�

�Oh, come on, Granger.� Draco turned away and ran a hand through his hair, letting it fall in his eyes. �We both know you�d use that to get me kicked out, and I�m not about to tiptoe through the fucking tulips to keep you quiet.� Hermione looked away, trying to figure her way out of this. �I suppose we�ll have to make a deal,� Draco said finally. �Anything you want?� Her mind spun a thousand different answers, but the one she said came out involuntarily.

�You.�

�What?� Draco breathed, turning around and staring at her. Hermione blushed furiously, realizing exactly what she had just said. She searched Draco�s face for answers, clues, hell, even a hint would be helpful, but she found nothing.

�Oh, no, I�m so sorry�I didn�t mean that, I guess. I just said it, and�oh, no�� She bit her bottom lip and stared hard at the ground. Gasping as a cold finger placed itself under her chin, Hermione looked up into the not-so-very far away eyes of Draco.

�Say that again.�

�What?� Hermione asked, finding herself quite breathless.

�Tell me that you want me.� His eyes searched hers, his finger remaining unwavering just underneath her jawbone.

�I want you,� she managed to whisper, just before the most blindingly ardent kiss she�d ever shared with another human being. She was fumbling, clumsy, too well-mannered to be doing something like this. She laced her arms around his neck in an attempt to bring him closer, to keep that saintly mouth of his on her own. To her momentary dismay, he broke the kiss, but instead moved his way down her neck, across her collarbone, down her chest�but just when, exactly, had her shirt come off, and why did she care, anyways? She found herself grasping onto the wall for support, her fingers digging into the stone, knowing they�d be bleeding, but not caring because he was just so good to her. He stood back up, ending his butterfly winged kisses on her stomach and gently placed his hands against her waist, edging her skirt lower.

�Do you want me to continue?� he breathed, and she was a little surprised to hear just how breathless he was too.

�Never stop,� she whispered. He leaned down slightly, the ghost of a smile tracing his lips before he crushed them against hers. As her skirt fell to the floor, she smiled inwardly at just how much different he was from Ron. Never in a hundred years could she have felt this nervousness, this anticipation, this complete ecstasy with him. He couldn�t make her hands shake and her throat dry and her eyelashes flutter like that. She dropped to her knees, down so she was level with Draco and brought him over for another kiss, another insight into his soul. After that bliss that could have been forever, but it didn�t seem quite long enough, he broke away, his lips bruised and the sheen of sweat covering his body.

�We still have classes tomorrow morning,� he said, his voice gentle and soft, just the way she�d remembered it from their late night talks the year before. Hermione smiled.

�For once, I don�t care,� she laughed. Draco shook his head, a smile tugging at his lips.

�Come on,� he said, helping her up and handing her her clothes. They laced their fingers together on the way to their dormitories, preserving the silence that only the middle of the night can bring. She reluctantly stepped away from him in the common room, only to have him wrap his arms around her waist, pressing her back to his front, sort of like a puzzle that you can never finish until you find that missing piece. �Going to bed without saying good night?� he breathed in her ear, making her tickle. With a soft kiss on her cheek, he whispered, �Until morning, love.� And before she could think straight, he was in his room and gone for the rest of the evening. Collapsing on her bed, she smiled all to herself. There�d been some sort of change in him since their first meeting on the train seven years ago, and she would bet anything it had to do with that scar.

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Author�s Note:: Chapter Two of the revise. Let me know how it�s going. Kudos to Chevi. <3
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