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Lucky by Stunned
Chapter 8 : The Storm
 
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Draco stayed late that evening, the couple found they had much to discuss and, much to their surprise considering the sombre mood of that afternoon, they found much to laugh about.

Nine o’clock arrived and Hermione gently prised open Draco’s arms that were wrapped around her waist as they lay on her bed, and padded over to small wooden table by the door so that she could fetch a menu for room service.

“What do you fancy?” she called out to Draco.

“You,” came his husky response, causing Hermione’s cheeks to burn as she whacked his arm with the menu.

“Be serious Draco, I’m actually hungry and as much as I would love to spend all evening in bed with you...”
Draco raised his eyebrows at this comment and his lips formed a dirty smirk.

“Well that’s rather forward isn’t it Miss Granger,” he snickered.

Hermione’s blush travelled down her neck as she pursed her lips, “You know what I mean Malfoy, and don’t make me spell it out.”

Draco’s smirk deepened, “Well really I know you cannot resist my body but I think you should try and keep your mind on other things.”

There was a short pause and Hermione’s tummy conveniently rumbled.

“Like your tummy for instance,” said Draco.

“Malfoy! That’s what I was talking about in the first place and you’d have realised it too if you weren’t so dirty minded,” scolded Hermione.

“It was all you darling, all I did was question what you were implying.”

Hermione grumbled at this, muttering things that sounded rather like ‘idiot’, ‘not what I meant’, ‘thinks that he’s a sex god’.

“Ah that’s where you’re wrong,” said Draco cheekily, “I don’t think I’m a sex god. I know I’m a sex god. Now, put that blasted menu down and come here.”

Hermione willingly obliged, placing the menu onto the bedside table and lowering herself onto the bed, smiling at Draco as he wrapped his arms around her.

Draco softly rubbed his nose against Hermione’s and then lightly kissed it, before pulling away letting his eyes roam over Hermione’s face, lingering on her lips.

Hermione was breathing deeply as if trying to control her emotions and her lips were parted as she tried to refrain from staring too hungrily at Draco.

Using his index finger, Draco slowly traced a line starting on her chin, moving across her jaw and up her right cheekbone. Hermione was starting to get goosebumps wherever he moved his fingers and she shuddered as he dropped his hand so that his finger was tracing the outline of her lips, gently edging closer to the centre of her mouth.

Cautiously, Hermione kissed the tip of his finger, causing Draco to still in surprise. She swiftly moved her lips across his hand, kissing each of his fingers in turn before turning her face so it was level with his.

Draco’s eyebrows were so high they had practically disappeared into his hair line.

Hermione laughed, lifting her hand so that she could pretend to push his eyebrows back into place.

“Don’t look so surprised, Malfoy.”

He dropped his eyebrows and looked faintly embarrassed but refrained himself from blushing, not wanting Hermione to see how much she was affecting him. Gradually, Draco leaned in to kiss Hermione but she slid out of the way and jumped off the bed, looking triumphant.

“Oi!” Draco cried. “Come back here, I wasn’t finished!”

Hermione giggled and swaggered over to the telephone, taking the menu with her.


A few moments later she was on the phone to order some food.
“Hello? Yes hi, I’d like to order room service to room 394 please,” she said to the girl in reception.

After a short pause Hermione turned to look at Draco who was lying moodily on the bed, his arms folded across his chest in mock indignation and looking very much like a school boy.

“What do you want?” Hermione called to him.

“I don’t care,” he answered huffily.

“Fine,” she retorted, turning back to the phone, “I’ll have a pepperoni pizza and two side salads and...” She paused whilst she scanned the menu for drinks and dessert. “And a tub of chocolate ice cream with two mixed berry smoothies,” she said, remembering Draco’s love of them when they had first met in the juice bar.


When she had hung up, she turned round to face Draco again and laughed when she saw how he was sitting on the bed. He was lying on his side so he was facing her, his head resting on his raised arm, causing his biceps to show through his t-shirt. Hermione supposed it was meant to be an enticing position but it made her giggle as she reckoned he was only trying to get her to return so he could give her the kiss she missed out on earlier.

“What?” said Draco in response to her laughter.

“Do you really want that kiss so badly?”

“Don’t mock, you missed out on a seriously good kiss.”

“Ah, not really,” said Hermione, chuckling to herself.

“You’ll pay for that!” cried Draco, standing up and running at Hermione.

She squealed as she felt his arms enclose around her and then started to laugh uncontrollably as he tickled her tummy, causing her to double over.

“Get off!” she cried, trying to make her voice sound serious but failing miserably as Draco attacked her tummy, causing her to wiggle around in protest.

She was a little breathless and her hair was falling out of its ponytail, her cheeks rosy was laughing and her eyes alive and sparkling.

“Draco,” she pled, “Let go of me now that really...really... tickles!”

“Oh I AM sorry Hermione dearest,” mocked Draco, “I had no idea!”

He pulled away and Hermione relaxed, turning round with a scolding look on her face, “That was not funny!”

“I think you’ll find it was,” Draco retorted.

“Was not.”

“Was too.”

“WAS NOT!”

“WAS TOO!” Draco attacked her again, his hand finding their way to her weak spot on her tummy, Hermione’s shrill laughter filling the room again.

“Are you sure it wasn’t funny?” he asked casually.
Hermione’s answer came in short breaths, “Fine..., it was...” she replied, “it was... sort of funny.”

“Thank you,” Draco beamed.

Hermione huffed, yanking down the edge of her top over her tummy again and tidying up her hair before walking back over to Draco.

“I can’t believe you found out I was ticklish,” she moaned.

“I can,” he retorted, snickering to himself.

“Ugh, I’ll find your weak spot some today,” she reassured herself.

“Now that,” said Draco swinging her arm around her shoulders and leading her over to the sofa, “that will not be possible.”

“And why not?”

“I don’t have weak spots.”

Hermione laughed, “Of course you do! Everybody has weak spots; it just takes the right person to find them.”

“Nope,” Draco scoffed, “I’m afraid not.”

“Hm,” Hermione responded, leaning against the arm of the sofa and bringing her legs up to lay them across Draco’s lap, “We’ll see about that one.”

Draco pointed towards the end of her legs that were currently draped across his lap. “I am not a foot stool,” he objected.

“I’m sure you can be until our food arrives,” said Hermione, smirking and wiggling her eyebrows at him, daring him to object.

Draco sighed and slouched into the back of the sofa, “We’ve been together what...,” he looked at his watch, “5 hours? You’re already treating me like a piece of furniture.”

Hermione stuck her tongue out at him, “Counting, are we?”
Draco blushed, “No,” he said firmly.


At that moment, there was knock on the door so Hermione swung her legs off Draco’s, earning a thankful look from him, and padded over to the door.

A few seconds later she walked back with a tray full of food, and after placing it onto the coffee table she sat back down on the sofa. She poured two glasses of smoothie from the jug, handed Draco a plate and indicated that he should help himself to the pizza.

For a few minutes there was silence as they added things to their plates: pizza, salad, olives, dips, curly fries and peppers.

“This is nice,” said Draco, breaking the silence as they ate their food.

“I was thinking the same thing,” Hermione responded.

“I still don’t know that much about you to be honest,” Draco said. “If this is going to work, we need to get to know each other better.”

Hermione nodded and swallowed her mouthful. “Okay,” she began, “I’ve got an idea.”

“Go on,” said Draco.

“Let’s start with the obvious and as we go on ask harder things to each other,” Hermione stated. “What do you think?”

“Okay,” said Draco, sitting up straighter on the sofa, “You go first.”

“Favourite colour?”

“Green,” Draco smirked.

Hermione laughed, “It figures really.”

“What about you?” Draco questioned.

“Probably red,” she said, “But I do like purple.”

“Okay,” Draco mused. “Ooh, I know! Favourite book?”

“Oh that’s easy. Hogwarts: A History.”

Draco stifled a laugh, “Really?”

Hermione nodded, “Of course, it’s fascinating, my favourite chapter is chapter 7, there’s some really interesting detail about the ceiling in the Great Hall and...”

Draco leaned over and shoved some pizza in her mouth to shut her up. “I know, I’ve read it too, everyone has.”

“No,” said Hermione, “Harry and Ron NEVER read it.”

Draco’s eyebrows shot up, “Now that surprises me.”

“It shouldn’t,” Hermione corrected him, “They were never the reading type anyway.”

“Well I assumed that of Weasel-bee,” Draco snickered, ignoring Hermione’s outraged look.

“Oi! He’s called Ron,” Hermione exclaimed.

“What? Oh yes... moving on.”

Hermione sighed, realising how easily Draco had worked himself out of that one. “Honestly. Right, best friend?”
“Blaise Zabini, he’s quite a good lad really, not like those thugs Crabbe and Goyle,” Draco said.

“Yes, they were rather... thug-ish.”

An hour or so later, Hermione suggested they started eating the ice cream. They’d moved onto much harder questions, some at the expense of embarrassing the other.

A triumphant look passed across Draco’s face as Hermione was spooning some ice cream into her mouth. “Your first kiss.”

Hermione choked slightly on her mouthful and blushed. “That’s private.”

“Ah come on, I’ve told you some private stuff too!”

Hermione raised her eyebrows, “What? I’m assuming by that you mean the fact that you had a soft spot for Madame Pomfrey?”

Draco’s smile dropped. “Hey! She was very nice to me!”

Hermione giggled. “Yeah yeah, fine then. But promise not to tell anyone?”

“I promise.”

Looking satisfied Hermione began to speak, “Year 4, under the mistletoe... at Christmas.”

A look of surprise passed over Draco’s features. “Harry?”

“No! Harry’s my best friend.”

“So? Pansy was my best friend and I still kissed her! That is, she was my best friend until I realised how annoying she was.”

“You kissed Pansy?!” Hermione cried.

Draco nodded, “She was damn lucky to get a kiss from me as well; I don’t give them away willy-nilly.”

Hermione shuddered, “Ew, why would you kiss her?”

“I was young, naive, and she was a girl. She was my first shag as well.”

Hermione spluttered, “You lost your virginity to Pansy Parkinson?”

“Well, if you want to put it that way,” Draco chuckled. “I regret it now obviously, but what can you do?”

“Don’t ask me.”

“Wait... you haven’t slept with someone before?”

Hermione paused. “I... no,” she said, blushing. “I mean, I think Ron always wanted to but I put it off and always had a reason why I didn’t want to, I think I’m waiting for the right person.”

“And now?” Draco questioned.

“I don’t know,” muttered Hermione.

“Was Ron Weasley your first kiss?” Draco asked.

“No, I didn’t kiss him until 7th year.”

Draco’s eyes widened, “Really?”

“Yes...” said Hermione slowly.

Draco paused, before punching the air. “I’ve got it! Viktor Krum!”

Hermione nodded. “Viktor Krum,” she echoed.

“Wow,” said Draco, “Not a bad catch for your first kiss.”

Hermione reddened, “Anyway,” she muttered, “Can we move on?”

“Okay, I’m sorry, that was a little bit too private wasn’t it?”

Hermione shrugged, “I don’t mind really, it didn’t feel weird telling you.”

Draco smiled, “Thank you for trusting me then,” he reached across the sofa and pulled Hermione so she was leaning on his chest.

She could hear is heart beating and feel is chest slowly rising and sinking under her. “That’s okay,” she said.

Draco kissed the top of her head, “So, now what?”

Hermione shook her head, “I don’t know. I’m sufficiently stuffed anyway.”

“Me too.”


Hermione turned around and propped her elbows up on his chest, secretly marvelling at his hard muscles underneath her. She reached up and wrapped a head around Draco’s head, drawing him closer to her.

Draco initiated the kiss, pulling Hermione up so she was straddling his hips and sinking lower against the sofa, his lips firmly pressed to hers.

Slowly they pulled away, Hermione leaning forward and giving him a chaste kiss before hopping off the sofa and walking towards the bathroom. “Sorry,” she shouted back to him, “I just need wash my hands; I’ve got grease all over my fingers from those fries.”

Suddenly, there was a large bang from outside the window, which caused the glass to rattle in the panes. “What was that?” Hermione cried.

“I don’t know,” Draco confessed. “Stay there.”

Reaching into his jean pocked for his wand, he strided over to the window and cautiously peered outside.

There was another low bang, which he recognised as thunder, promptly followed by a flash of bright light.

“It’s just the thunder and lightning,” he called.


Hermione relaxed and joined him at the window, watching as the wind buffeted the trees and as the rain poured down from the clouds, the thunder and lightning continuing to consume the sky.

“My first storm here,” she said.

“They’re nasty,” Draco told her, “Do you mind if I camp here tonight, this one looks particularly bad and I don’t really fancy the trek home.”

“Of course,” Hermione smiled, “I’m afraid I don’t have much to offer in the way of clothes but I’ll transfigure something for you.”

“Thanks,” Draco said appreciatively.

Hermione smiled in response and walked over to the wardrobe, picking out a baggy jumper of hers and transfiguring it into a man-sized t-shirt and pyjama bottoms.

“Here,” she said, handing them to Draco, “I’m just going to shower while you change, I’ll be back in a minute.”


Once in the bathroom, Hermione tied her hair into a messy bun and removed her clothes and make-up before stepping into the shower for the third time that day.

She sighed as she turned on the shower, thinking how weird it was that only that afternoon she was eating scallops at Draco’s. It had been a very long day.

Minutes later, she stepped out of the shower and wrapped her towel around her body searching for some clothes in her bathroom.

“Crap,” she muttered, realising that she’d left her pyjamas in the other room.

She cautiously peered outside of the door, glancing left to where she had left Draco. When she saw that he wasn’t there she stepped out into the room, still focused on that spot.

She suddenly collided with firm, warm flesh and went tumbling to the floor, landing on top of a rather disgruntled looking Draco.

“Ow,” he said, rubbing his elbow.

Hermione looked down apologetically only to realise he wasn’t wearing a shirt. Blushing furiously she rolled off him so she was laying beside him on the carpet, concentrating on not looking at him as she knew she would see his trademark smirk plastered on his face.

“Sorry,” she said to him.

He stood up and held his hand out to her, “Not to worry,” he said, his eyes taking in her appearance. The towel reached mid-thigh and her cleavage was quite visible at the top of the towel.

“Stop looking,” Hermione scolded.

Draco flashed a small grin before turning around and picking up his shirt, pulling it over his head.

“You’re the one in the towel,” he challenged.

“Ugh,” Hermione steamed, walking over to the bed and shoving on her pyjamas. “You’re such a child!”

“Correction, I’m a man. What else do you expect?”

“Maturity, honesty, gentleness, kindness, humour, intelligence...”

“So just a small list then?” Draco joked.

Hermione laughed a little and went to shut the blinds by the window. The thunder and lightning was still going strong, and the bright flashes of light were filling the sky, threatening to tear it apart.


She scanned the scene, watching with interest as leaves were torn from trees and the waves on the beach crashed down onto the sand with huge ferocity. A movement out of the corner of her eye caught her attention. When she turned to look however, she saw nothing, just trees and buildings.

Shrugging to herself, she reached up to pull the blinds across the windows, when another flicker of movement from the same place caught her attention again. She narrowed her eyes, and surveyed the area, watching for anyone or anything that could be catching her eye. Another bolt of lightning ripped at the sky, causing a figure to be illuminated against the edge of a building on the streets below her.

“Draco?”

A muffled grunt came from behind her, “What is it?”

“Draco, come here please,” Hermione said with concern in her voice.

The tone of her voice obviously worried Draco as he was beside her in an instant, arm around her waist gently, causing her to relax slightly.

“Look,” whispered Hermione, pointing to the direction she had seen the figure, “There’s something out there. I saw it about a minute ago.”

Draco looked, although he could see nothing. “I can’t see anything, maybe you’re imagining things. The thunder and lightning can play tricks on your mind you know.”

Hermione frowned, “No, I’m 99% sure I saw something.”

Another flash of lightning appeared followed by a low rumble of thunder, causing Hermione to jump.

“See?” said Draco. “You’re just frightened a little, that’s all.”

Hermione rounded on Draco. “Draco Malfoy, I have seen and heard things much worse than this. I am NOT frightened.”

Draco raised his hands in mock surrender, “Okay okay, no need to get your want in a knot.”

They watched silently together for a moment, waiting for the figure to reappear.


Suddenly, Draco yelped as the lightning illuminated a figure against a building. It appeared to be on four legs, like an animal, but its stance was something that Draco had never seen before. As quickly as it appeared, it disappeared, hurrying around the corner and slinking back into the darkness. “Holy Merlin!” he cried. “What was that?”

“I don’t know, that’s the thing, I don’t recognise it as a human or an animal, that’s what worried me," Hermione said, “Draco, whatever that thing was, I don’t think it’s meant to be here.”






A/N: So here is Chapter 8, my longest one yet! I hope you all enjoyed it, I think it’s one of my favourites so far, a bit of Dramione action, some food(!) and of course, the all important addition to my plotline a.k.a. the mysterious creature. What did you think? Did you enjoy it? Let me know in a review! Thank you to all my previous readers and reviewers, I am very happy with the feedback I am getting about this story!
Also, the story I am recommending this chapter is one of my favourite stories ever, I am a very proud reader! It’s nearly at an end now so there are plenty of chapters to read. It’s called ‘Drowning Down Under’ by AussieLottie.
Thanks for reading, and please leave a review to let me know what you think!
Stunned x


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