i suck at dedication. slightly proud that i got this post on a friday night.
not so proud that it took me two weeks.
Hermione’s mind was in a haze, as the buzz of conversation around her almost aided in letting her process her thoughts. She snapped out of it as she felt Ron reach over and grip her free hand with his. She tilted her head down as she stared at their hands intertwined - then she glanced up with just her eyes to spot Draco - he nearly mirrored her posture but she noticed his robes falling away from his arm. At first she was intrigued, his pale skin was gorgeous in the right light, but she was reminded of why they just weren’t meant to be. She choked down what she felt were tears, and told Harry and Ron that she felt sick - possibly too much pumpkin juice and she jolted out of the Great Hall without looking back. She watched her surroundings, avoiding anyone and everyone if she could. She absentmindedly found herself in front of the Slytherin portrait and immediately felt silly staring at the portrait that looked disgusted towards her.
will for now on be my post nights. so look for that tomorrow <3
At a moment like this, it was so unusual for Hermione and Draco to be kissing so openly. It was almost time for people to be out and about to go to classes, and here they were in the dungeons - lips locked and their bodies pressed against one another in the heat of the moment. Hermione let her arms intertwine around Draco’s neck as he pulled her closer with his firm grip on her waist. His hands began to slowly make their way from her waist to her lower back, his one hand pressed against her and the other moving in slow concentric circles. He slowly removed his lips from hers and began to trace her sharp defined jaw line with slow and lusty kisses. Just as he reached her neck, the loud screech that to Hermione, sounded like Crookshanks when someone stepped on her tail. The two jumped, their heated moment halted for the time being as Draco jumped away from Hermione and turned swiftly to where the noise came from. Hermione looked over his shoulder, her mouth agape at what she saw. Pansy standing there with an almost identical expression as Hermione’s. Draco was at a loss for words, but his expression was completely blank as she looked at the both of them with what seemed to be disgust.
11 Months Ago
Hermione was baffled, even weeks after the encounter between her and Draco. It caused her to stay up some nights to wonder what had hit Malfoy and made him act that way. What confused her even more was the day after he had literally shoved into her in the halls and made her late to class as she had to stay behind and pick up her books from the floor. When she got to their next class she found the word ‘mudblood’ carved into the wood of the table she usually sat. Draco merely smirked at her when she almost threw her books down on the table to avoid the nasty word there. His nasty pranks only got worse when she was with Ron, and she had no idea why. All she knew was that she wanted to punch him in the bulge of his neck.
After what seemed like forever, Hermione managed to drift into a worrisome sleep. She tossed and turned with her head full of so many things. After what seemed like possibly fifteen minutes, the sun drifted in through the stained glass window on the opposite side of the girls dormitory. She rolled over to her back and looked at the top of her canopy bed and ran her hands through her hair as she slowly sat up, as to not disturb the other girls sleeping. She threw the covers gently over her body and turned to the side, letting her legs hang off the side. She closed her eyes for a moment, already knowing that today was going to be long and brutal to her. She slid off the edge of her bed, letting her feet gently hit the wood floor beneath her. She stretched and looked out the window at the rising sun, it was early but she wanted to know that Harry was alright and back at Hogwarts. She went to her things and picked out her school clothing, along with her warm robes -something that would keep her warm in this increasingly chilly weather and went to shower. She showered and got dressed, pulling her hair into a messy ponytail - not feeling the effort to do something with her hair. She tiptoed out of the girls dorms and began to walk normally down the stairs to the common room. She stepped down into the large room and looked around, hoping to see Harry but she saw Ron sitting on the long couch in front of a newly lit fire. She sprang to stand in view of Ron and looked down at him as he stared ahead.
slacking on my post, I know.
but tonight there will be a long one, as soon as my homework is done <3
Hermione walked through the halls of Hogwarts quietly, trying to avoid any teachers or other wandering students. Her head was in such a daze, she wasn’t quite sure what had just happened. Part of her was still angry that he couldn’t have flat out told her what was wrong, instead he made her look like a fool. She didn’t know if she could trust him. She made the long haul up to the seventh floor, her mind somewhere else as she muttered the password to the portrait who was not happy about her coming in so late at night. She walked into the Gryffindor common room and she could immediately feel the warmth of the fire and she unraveled the scarf from her neck and held it in her hands as she went to the couch. She stopped in her tracks as Harry and Ron were sitting there, hands folded in their laps and her eyes widened. She almost felt as if they were here to talk to her about what they knew. She took a step forward and stood in front of the fire to look the both of them in the eye.
It was getting colder and colder from where Hermione had been observing the Shrieking Shack. The golden orange sun was sinking slowly behind the horizon - which to Hermione meant that the way back to Hogwarts would be lonely and freezing. Draco’s unexpected appearance nearly led to his early demise - she had her hand firmly gripped to her wand as she felt the sensation of soft lips against the peeking skin of her neck. As she swiftly turned, her back touching the barbed wire of the fence she took her left hand and adjusted the scarf around her neck to ensure that there was no skin showing. She lowered her hand that was ready to arm herself with her wand, and brushed back her hair out of her face.