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Finding The One...Or Two	By : sparkalla Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 28793 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter 8

‘Oh my God…what just happened’, Hermione thought frantically as she waited for the last of the first years to disembark. Draco had already started up to the castle with the first group while she elected to stay behind for the second. ‘You just lost your mind, that’s what happened’, she snapped.

She had been on the pier, looking out across the darkness at the dancing lights from the slowly approaching boats. She had looked down to see Draco lying on the ground with a peaceful expression on his face. She remembered cocking her head to the side, she didn’t think she had ever seen him so…so unguarded then he was at that moment. His face suddenly tightened up and an irritated look flitted across his previously serene face. It was gone as quickly as it came, being replaced by his normal cocky smirk.

However, it wasn’t the kaleidoscope of emotions that played out on his face that had shaken her. It wasn’t even the fact that the feelings she had gotten earlier on the train had made a brief appearance at exactly the same time Draco had begun to look irritated or that they disappeared just as quickly as his expression changed.

A few moments later Hermione was hit with a wave of emotions that almost knocked her off her feet. Her body became heated, her panties immediately soaked through. Her gaze swung to Malfoy and she couldn’t remember a time in her life where she was more turned on. The way she felt in her dreams, even the ones that depicted her doings things that mortified her the next morning, was nothing compared to how she felt right then. Her feet took a half step toward him on their own accord before she reached back and grabbed the railing. Pulling herself backwards she pressed herself against the wood, gripping it tightly, afraid to let go. All she wanted was to race over to Draco…and do what she wasn’t quite sure; a thousand and one scenarios ran through her head, each one more erotic then the last. Her breathing became erratic as she stared down at him. It was getting harder to stop from flinging herself into his lap. ‘THIS IS DRACO MALFOY’, she silently screamed, ‘WHAT on EARTH are you THINKING?’ Fortunately the only noise she made was a loud gasp.

Then as quickly as the feelings had come they vanished. She stood there, dazed, staring ahead without seeing anything. She was still holding onto the railing tightly, fearful of letting go lest she fall. Her legs had turned to jelly and she was wary of them being able to hold her weight. It was then she realized she was staring at Draco’s chest and her eyes flew up to meet his. He was watching her warily and she realized she must look strange: standing pressed against the rail, holding it for dear life, flushed and gasping for breath. She could feel her face turn tomato red and looked down at her feet.

She scanned her brain, trying valiantly to come up with a plausible explanation for her odd behavior.

“Sorry…I…uh”, she stuttered. “I thought…I saw a spider”, she finished lamely. She looked away, shaking her head at herself for her stupidity. “Oh look, the boats are about to dock”, she said before turning and running off.

She hadn’t looked back until she was safely at the dock. Feigning a stretch she had reached her arms in the sky and craned her neck to the side to catch a quick glance. He had moved to the end of the pier and was staring over the railing. He could have been looking at her or just in her general area, she wasn’t sure but she was grateful that he had not immediately followed her. He turned and slowly made his way up the pier and across the grounds. She kept glancing between the Head Boy and the slowly approaching boats, praying that he wouldn’t arrive before them.

However, it seemed Draco had timed it perfectly, striding up just as the first boats scrapped up against the shore.

“Why don’t you take the first group up? I’ll wait for the second”, he said quietly looking down at her as the first rush of students streamed off the boats.

“No, it’s alright, I’ll wait”, she replied nervously. “I wanted to catch up a bit with Hagrid anyway”, she added hurriedly when she saw him open his mouth to reply. Really she just needed another few minutes in the cool air to calm down.

He closed his mouth and nodded in agreement. “First group come this way”, he called over his shoulder, holding her gaze as he backed away.

“Oi, there you are ‘Emione”, Hagrid bellowed from behind her and she turned to greet the behemoth of a man, putting an end to their eye contact.

As Hermione stood there waiting for the first years she applauded herself on her acting abilities. She had managed to greet Hagrid normally. She smiled and blushed convincingly as he heaped congratulations on her for making Head Girl and insisted he knew she would get it since her first year. All the while her thoughts had been in turmoil.

‘Why is this happening?’ she thought, ‘Actually, a better question would be what is happening.’ It had to be a hex, someone’s idea of a joke maybe? Well if it was a joke she certainly wasn’t laughing. And who would be stupid enough to attempt it?

It was a short list to be sure. Most of the older students were well aware of her abilities and weren’t reckless enough to try and get one past her. The younger students looked up to her with a reverence that bordered on obsession at times, they would as soon try to hex their own mothers.

Of course at the top of the list was Draco Malfoy: he was powerful enough to not be afraid of her, resourceful enough to find a spell that would be hard to uncover, and cocky enough to believe he wouldn’t be caught. However, when she ran through the incident again she decided it couldn't be him. He had seemed genuinely confused by her behavior. For a moment she had thought she had seen a bit of concern flash in his eyes. No, if Draco was going to pull a prank on her he wouldn’t be faking concern for her; he would want her know he was the culprit comfortable in the knowledge that there was no way she could pin it on him.

Noticing that everyone had disembarked she looked over to see Hagrid herding them all into a group.

“Alright”, he hollered, “Everyone let’s make our way up to the castle.” He turned and began leading the group up the hill while Hermione took up the rear.

“Um...Herm...uh…miss…Miss Hermione?” she heard from her side, yanking her from her thoughts. She glanced down to see a little girl with blond hair staring up at her with awe.

“You can just call me Hermione”, she said with a smile.

“Oh…ok…….” the younger girl breathed. Hermione smiled encouragingly.

“Did you have a question?” she asked.

“Oh, umm, yes…um, my brother is in 3^rd year and he said that during the sorting ceremony we had to duel but I haven’t learned any spells yet”, the girl said with a worried expression.

“Your brother was just trying to scare you”, the Head Girl replied. “Was that it or did you have another question?” Hermione asked when it looked like the girl wanted to say more. The girl looked to the boy beside her.

“My brother told me that we had to wrestle trolls”, he said timidly looking at his feet.

“No, absolutely not, trust me the sorting ceremony is nothing to be scared of”, Hermione said persuasively. “I swear”, she insisted when it looked like no one believed her. “In fact Hogwarts is one of the safest places in the country, as long as you listen to the professors and follow the rules”, she added.

“I heard that Professor Snape keeps bats locked up in his closet and releases them when students do poorly”, a tall boy said.

“Are there really ghosts that pop up on you in the bathroom”, a bespectacled boy asked.

“Is it true that there’s a man-eating tree on the grounds?”, came from a short redhead.

“And a three-headed dog?”

“Is the Forbidden Forest really infested with werewolves?”

Hermione was bombarded with questions from the students surrounding her.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. One at a time”, she stopped them. “I’ll answer all of your questions but one at a time. You”, she pointed at a random student, “You go first.”

The rest of the walk was spent going over the many rumors that surrounded the school, putting to bed at least some of their fears.

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DB1: I'm glad to see you're enjoying it, I have three days off coming up so I should be posting a few more than.

Jo: I have quite a bit written, I just need to type it up on the computer and edit them but I should be posting a chapter every few days at the very least.

HarryGinny4eva: Thanks so much. I love hearing what other people want to read in the story, I've gotten some of my best ideas from the most random parts of reviews.
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