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Dark Waters of Ecstasy	By : StarlitNight Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 8578 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Three:: Emotions Grow
Hermione rolled over in bed, checked the clock, and fell limp again. Six o�clock was far too early to be awake when she�d been up less than five hours ago. Besides, she didn�t have classes until nine. Three hours, minus one to get ready in�she had some time. But on this morning, however tired she might have been, she could not fall back asleep. Thoughts of last night flashed like a slideshow through her head, each one pausing only briefly, and each one giving her a little smile, a tiny flutter, a reason to get up and go to see him. She yawned, reached for her hairbrush and ripped it through her hair. Slippers, a tissue, a sip of water, and she was off. Draco was sitting in the common room, reading again. Hermione laughed to herself; she remembered just how many times she�d read that book, and how encompassing it could become. He didn�t notice her straight off, but when she kneeled in front of him and placed her chin on his knee, he looked down and smiled. Bending over, he kissed her forehead, and bookmarked his place. Noticing that he was already showered and dressed, she cocked her head to one side.

�Just when do you wake up?� she asked, a hint of humour in her words. Draco raised an eyebrow.

�Who says I sleep?� Hermione smiled and hit his leg. Draco feigned a look of innocence.

�Come on,� she said, standing up. �Let�s go get breakfast.�

�One problem,� he said. �Weasley.� Hermione took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Suddenly, her morning was not quite so sunny and she had a headache.

�I�ll take care of it,� she whispered. Draco grasped her hand, and squeezed. She held on for a moment, before kissing him softly and leaving.

Draco watched her leave, wanting her so badly to come back, but knowing that she should just keep walking. He never meant for this to happen, for them to start something. It just�when she said that, when he knew that he could make her happy, if only for a moment, all consequences be damned, he would give her what she wanted. As he stood to leave for breakfast, he sighed. He only hoped that her breath of happiness wouldn�t bring an interlude of pain.

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Hermione, back in her room and having gotten her peace of mind from a long, hot shower, sat at her desk and took out a fresh piece of parchment. She took a deep breath and dipped her quill in her turquoise ink. This wasn�t going to be pleasant.

Thirteen tries, twenty three minutes, and a two cups of tea later, Hermione was finally satisfied with her work. She had just about an hour to get to the owlery, eat breakfast, and then get to Potions. She grabbed a muffin on her way up to send her letter, and was in the dungeons a good fourty minutes before class. At first she was hesitant to go into her classroom, worried that Snape would be in, but sighed and opened the door. If she couldn�t face him after seven years� Fortunately, the room was entirely Snape-free, but a different sort of Slytherin was occupying one of the back tables. Hermione smiled to herself, coming up to sit beside him. Draco looked up briefly, but went straight back to his book. Hermione placed one hand on his thigh, and pushed his book down with the other.

�I was reading that, Granger,� he said, eyeing her with an eyebrow arched. �It�s not polite to interrupt.�

�I thought I was a little more interesting than a book, but fine�� she teased, turning away and gathering up her books. She heard him laugh, and she yelped as he grabbed her waist and pulled her onto his lap. She giggled, kissing him softly.

�You know, these benches are sort of shaky�you�d better hope I don�t drop you�� Hermione�s mouth dropped open in disbelief.

�Draco Malfoy, if you let go�� He smirked, jerking his knees up and tipping her to the side. Squealing, she reached out and grabbed his arms tightly. He shrank back, his eyes fluttering shut. Hermione gasped, realizing he still had the shadow of bruises lining his arms. �Oh, gods, Draco, I�m so sorry��

�Forget about it,� he whispered, his voice slightly ragged. �You didn�t know. Leave it.� Hermione bit her lip and slid off his lap. She grasped his hand and squeezed, and Draco leaned over and kissed her. They remained silent for the next half an hour, as the class started to filter in and Snape instructed them on the next steps in their project. After class, Draco left immediately without so much as a goodbye to Hermione. She sighed and slowly gathered her books. Harry came up to her as she was leaving.

�Hey,� he said quietly. �What�s going on with you and Ron?�

�I sent him a note this morning,� Hermione answered, staring straight ahead. Harry nodded. �Apart from that, I don�t know.�

�Well, he was pretty angry about it, but he�s with Lavender now, I guess.� Harry paused, gauging Hermione�s reactions. She remained passive. �If there�s anything I can do to help, let me know, all right?� Harry stopped, turning to look at her face on.

�Thanks, Harry,� she said and kissed his cheek. He nodded, and walked away. Hermione followed at a much slower pace, and incidentally was nearly late for her next class. Transfiguration, Charms, Ancient Runes, Lunch. Then outside for Herbology and Care of Magical Creatures. She took the long way back to the castle, delaying the confrontation she knew would be coming when she reached the Great Hall. Deciding to just skip dinner, Hermione instead went to her room and started her homework. Finding herself yawning in the middle of a chapter on Goblin Revolts in the Middle Ages, she leaned back on her pillows and closed her eyes.

Three hours later, she woke up and found herself under her covers with all her books in her bag on her desk. Smiling, she stretched out and walked into the common room. Upon finding it empty, she knocked on Draco�s door. She could hear his footsteps as he came to open it.

�Hey,� she whispered.

�Hey.� Pause. �Want to come in?�

�Sure.� Hermione followed him inside and sat on the edge of his bed. He was hanging a pile of robes in his closet. �I�m sorry about earlier,� she said, breaking the almost uneasy silence.

�Don�t worry about it,� he said. �It just reminded me of some things I�d rather forget.� He turned to her, his face tinted with hurt. Hermione reached out a hand for him and he came to her. Leaning down, he placed a light kiss on her lips, placed a string across her neck, and once again, Hermione found her mind clouded and her blood rushing through her veins. She tore at his shirt, found hers already gone, moved to bring him back to her mouth. Looking up into his piercing grey eyes, she found a softness there she�d missed before. A sort of loneliness mixed with a kind of need, and she felt compelled to fix that. His breath came in frayed gasps across her skin, her own in tiny whispers. Fingers traced along uncharted skin, got tangled in hair, pulled at the articles of clothing that were getting in the way. Laying underneath him, Hermione felt a refuge from the world, like they were the only two people left and nothing could possibly disturb this haven they had built for themselves. Draco kissed her hard, before pulling back slowly, a single strand of saliva connecting their lips.

�Do you want me to continue?� he asked, and she could only just manage to answer, her fists grabbing a handful of sheets to hold on.

�Never stop,� she breathed, and she plunged into the dark waters of ecstasy.

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When Hermione woke up two and a half hours later, she started at the foreign surroundings. Turning over, she woke up Draco, who instinctively reached out and grabbed her wrist.

�It�s just me,� she whispered. Draco opened one eye.

�What time is it?� he asked, his voice still thick from sleep.

�Just about three thirty,� Hermione answered, looking at the small clock on his bedside table. Draco groaned. Hermione giggled. �I thought you didn�t sleep.� Draco opened his eyes and glared at her.

�Someone tired me out,� he said, very seriously. Hermione laughed again, Draco shook his head and closed his eyes. Hermione looked at him, outlining his figure with her eyes. Their lack of clothes left a very open view of Draco�s stomach and his still red scar. Hermione leaned over him, kissed his forehead, and traced the wound with her finger. Draco jumped.

�What happened?� Hermione asked, her voice soft. Draco met her eyes- she noticed they were no longer empty, but rather filled with pain and confusion.

�You really want to know?� he asked. She nodded.

�It�s what I got for refusing to be a Death Eater. Lucius threw a knife at me.� Draco shrugged and turned over. Hermione moved to fit her body against his, and placed her arm around his waist. He took her hand and laced his fingers with hers, and in a moment, they were asleep.

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Author�s Note:: Chapter three of the revise. Man, these things are short! Three pages?! The last chapters get up to like, nine to twelve. God. Love to Chevi.
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