A/N: Here’s the second chapter! Hope to hear you enjoyed it! I hope you review good or bad and let me know what you think! And thanks to all of you who reviewed!
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CHAPTER 2
Draco stared at the note. That was downright creepy; this house knew what was going on with its inhabitants. Malfoy glanced at the letter again. Why was nicer in quotations? He looked at Hermione who was as far away from him as she could be. She was sitting on an armchair, knees up to her chest, he head on her knees staring at the floor. He slipped the note right on the spot she seemed to be staring at. Hermione’s eyebrows became furrowed and she groaned in disgust. But she had understood the ‘nicer’ part of the note.
“This can’t get any worse! I’m forced to live in a house with you, you leave me half dead because you decide to sit on me and now I can’t use my wand until-.” But she stopped.
“Until what?” Draco demanded.
“Well it comes down to the ‘nicer’ part. I may be wrong, and I pray I am, but I think it means we have to have sex before we can get our wands back, let alone get out of here. Like I said, I pray to God I am so wrong on this.”
Draco stared at her; over the course of last night and earlier today he had been trying very hard not to picture Hermione naked. He had scolded himself many times for it, but his mind had given up. Malfoy had been fantasizing about it all night, even had a dream about it.
Hermione got up and went to her room. She decided to walk on the treadmill for a little bit to ease her mind off things. She did just that after she changed into a white tank top and shorts that she loved to wear for long walks or runs. She had just quickened the treadmill’s pace when there was a knock on the door. “Come in.” Hermione said and continued running.
Draco came in and walked over to the treadmill, he held a scrap of parchment that was really blank in his hand and said, “It says we should take a shower together,” he said and smirked.
Hermione snatched it away from him and looked at it as she ran, “It does not you pervert! What do you really want?”
“I just wanted to see what you were up to and to say I’m sorry…Hermione.” Malfoy hesitated over the last word. He watched a little bead of sweat roll down her neck and in her shirt. More fantasies. “I’m not just saying it, I mean it.”
“Um, thanks…Draco.” Hermione had stumbled over his name as he had hers. She suddenly saw a pair of hands grip the treadmill bar that she was gripping with hers. Draco’s foot came up under hers by accident and they both fell, the treadmill rolling them off it. Hermione had landed on top of Draco. She stood up and helped him to his feet. “And you did that because?” Hermione asked him.
However, Malfoy kept quiet. He didn’t know why he had jumped on the treadmill behind her. But something in the very back of his brain told him it was because he had wanted to be close to Hermione. He resolved by shrugging and walked out of the room. Hermione said something about guys being stupid and went to take a shower.
The days and weeks went by and the pair gradually game to accept each other as friends. But Draco’s desire for Hermione grew each day. It turned out Hermione had been right about the last note. No matter how nice one was to the other, their wands didn’t come back.
One afternoon, Hermione and Draco were on opposite ends of the couch watching TV. Draco more than Hermione because whatever was on was boring her to death. (A/N: I’ll let you pick what they were watching! :P) Hermione got up with the intention of taking a nice long bath. She headed to her room and Draco heard her door close. He finally figured he had to do something about his feelings, so he followed.
Meanwhile, Hermione was in the bathroom filling the tub with water and different kinds of foam. She had found a baby blue bikini in one of her dresser drawers and put it on. The possibility of Draco walking in on her while she was naked, (and enjoying it), was great and she didn’t want to take any chances.
Hermione climbed into the tub and sighed with happiness at the warmth of the water. Draco was in his room, listening to the running water and figured she was in the tub. Stripping down to his boxers, he stepped into the bathroom.
Hermione gasped as Draco came in and sunk lower into the water so it came to her neck even though she knew she was covered. But she found herself staring at Draco’s well built body. “Stop staring Granger, I figured awhile ago you liked what you saw.” He smirked at her glare and stepped in beside her. Hermione swam away from him, as the tub was big and deep enough to do so, but Malfoy had grabbed her ankle at the last possible moment and pulled her back to him. But he did it gently.
Hermione began to protest, ‘’Draco. Don’t. Stop. Malfoy.” But he had brought her so close to him that she could see his eyes clearly for the first time. His eyes weren’t grey like she had always thought they were; they were an icy-blue and strangely, calming. His lips came crashing down on hers in a tender kiss. Hermione tried to pull away, no matter how much she wanted Draco’s lips back on hers, but he held her to him with his strong arms.
Hermione pulled away again and this time he let her go, that is until he grabbed her by her hips at, once again, the last possible moment. Damn his seeker senses, Hermione thought furiously. “Granger, why are you trying to get away from me?” Malfoy whispered in her ear, nibbling it too. That’s all it took for Hermione to completely surrender to him. She wouldn’t let him do anything past kissing like he was itching to, but he was satisfied with what he got.
Eventually, the two stopped. The water had turned cold and the foam and bubbles had disappeared. Hermione stepped out of the tub and Draco got his first good look at her while she was nearly naked. Hermione spotted this and said, “Stop staring, Malfoy, I figured awhile ago you liked what you saw.” She smirked and wrapped a towel around herself.
Hermione walked to a door and opened it. This room wasn’t hers so she figured it was Draco’s. Her hand was on the doorknob when Draco’s hand was on hers, forcing the door shut. With his free arm, he wrapped it around her waist and pulled her into him so her back was against his chest. Hermione leaned her head back and kissed his cheek.
Malfoy let her go and he chose that moment to say, “I wonder if our wands came back.’ Hermione swung around to glare at him. Draco realized a second too late that that had been the wrong thing to say.
“Is that why you kissed me, to get your wand back? I should’ve known you were the same old self-centered, heartless Malfoy you were from school!” she turned back around and headed through her door. Draco followed her.
“Get out,” Hermione ordered, her voice quivering.
“Not until you hear me out.” Draco replied. He and Hermione were on opposite side of her bed.
“What’s there to hear? You’re the same Malfoy you’ve always been. Doin whatever it takes to get what you want, then what? Argh, Malfoy, let me go!!!” she yelled.
Draco had just dove over to the other side of the bed, the side Hermione was on and had twisted her arms behind her. She struggled but knew it was no use, Malfoy was too strong. “No, I’m not letting you go until you listen to me.”
“Not like I have a choice now anyway.” Hermione snarled.
“No, I guess not. I hadn’t meant that the way it came across, I was just wondering aloud. And no, apparently I’m no heartless, I have wanted you more and more each d-.” Draco cut himself off, mentally kicking himself for speaking deep feelings like that aloud.
He had released Hermione without even noticing and she had turned to look at him. She had been flattered, but couldn’t believe that had come from the mouth of a Malfoy. Draco Malfoy to be exact.
Malfoy sat down on her bed and Hermione sat beside him. He cast her a glance since she still had her bikini on. “Sorry Granger, it slipped out.”
“Is it true?” Hermione asked quietly.
“W-well, I um, er,” he stammered. But Hermione gave him an inquiring look and he whispered “yes.” They sat in an awkward silence until Draco got up and headed towards the bedroom door.
When he was at the door, Hermione jumped off the bed and ran over to him. She flung her arms around his neck and gave him a kiss. She laughed at his pleasantly surprised expression, “We should be off to bed then. Night.” Draco gave her one last look and walked out of Hermione’s room and into his.
A/N: Hey, sry if it seems like they rushed into things. I have a plan for that and I hope it works. But anyway, if they are thinking something, it should be italicized, dunno why it’s messed up like that. Please review! :)
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