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Wed, 25 Jul 2007 16:11:52 GMT

Title: A Moments Insanity
Rating: 15+
Genre: Humor, Romance
Main Characters: Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger
Era: Post-Hogwarts
Other: Post-DH
Summary: Do you want to hear a story about adventure, war, romance, magical beings and whatnot? Of course you do. Unfortunately, I'm fresh out of those. If you want those, go to Potter or Weasley. But I do have a different story for you. I'm Draco Malfoy, and I'm hiding from my highly insane wife at the moment under our table. Right now you're probably wondering what I'm thinking. Well, I'll tell you. Right now I'm thinking maybe the closet would have been better...

Author's Note: Hope you enjoy this! I read DH and was totally inspired. Though, this is pre-DH. Please review and tell me what you think! =)

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Dedication: This is dedicated to Stephy ( SilverQuill92 ), who without, this story probably would have been written for another few months.

Ow, bloody corner. I rubbed my elbow where I had rammed it into the sharp edge. Honestly, do people sharpen these things? Someone might actually get stabbed one day!

Oh, I see that I've caught your attention. Well of course, I catch everyone's attention. Wait! Don't go, come back! You have to warn me whenever she's coming! Okay, how about while you wait I tell you a story? Yes, I thought that might do the trick.

Do you want to hear a story about adventure, war, romance, magical beings and whatnot? Of course you do. Unfortunately, I'm fresh out of those. If you want those, go to Potter or Weasley, I'm sure they've got loads of that to tell you. I didn't mean it! Stay here and listen to my story, it's loads better! Just sit your arse down and I'll tell you.

My story, is a different one. Different right now anyways, unless you go and knock on some other poor bloke's house whose wife happens to be bonkers and preggers at the same time. I'm Draco Malfoy, and I'm hiding from my highly insane wife at the moment under our table. Right now you're probably wondering what I'm thinking. Well, I'll tell you. Right now I'm thinking maybe the closet would have been better...

It is the obvious choice you'd think, but the table was the first thing that had come to mind at the time. She was rounding on me. For a very pregnant woman who's about to pop, she sure can run fast. No, it's not everyday you find a proud pureblood such as myself cowering under their coffee table from their pregnant wife. Usually they would be providing the wife with whatever she needed.

Let me tell you this fact that sets my story apart. Everyday proud purebloods don't have Hermione Granger having the role of the heavily pregnant wife. I know what you're thinking, Draco Malfoy marrying the Gryffindor prude. Sorry, how we fell in love is not my story to tell you right now. That's another one entirely; maybe we'll discuss it one day in the future over tea. If I live that long.

Why didn't I do the providing you say? Simple, I tried that for a bit, but every time I did, she would yell at me for doing something wrong. And when she got mad, bloody hell was she mad. Last week she broke our antique vase in another one of her mood swings. Her hormones were cranked up to the highest notch possible. That vase barely missed my head, I'm lucky to be alive so she has a husband for Merlin's sake! Honestly, I didn't think she'd get that upset when I spoke about the house elves cleaning up the house. It's what they're for, after all.

Books were all she read in the beginning of the pregnancy, and I admit, I read them with her, too. I had to know what to expect as well, so I didn't really mind just sitting with her in bed reading them. Especially when I read about her hormonal months, I was especially excited. Those hormonal months came differently than expected. Her moods changed like Nymphadora Tonks's hair style.

Oh, I'm babbling. You wanted the story, yes. I was trying to give you some background so you could understand! Fine, fine. I'll go ahead and tell you. Just stay sit down, and I'll tell you how I got in this little predicament. You see, all was well and good. It was actually one of Hermione's better days to be honest. I had just gotten in from my job at the Ministry to find her out in the garden reading another book. It wasn't my fault I said she was getting big nowadays, it was the truth. And I meant it as a compliment, honest!

What do you mean it wasn't a compliment? She's carrying a person inside of her; she looks good for being such a basketball! I told her that! Then she went all mental on me and chucked the book at my head. See, that's where I got this cut on my forehead. Anyways - oh no, you were supposed to tell me when she was coming! You'll get it if I live through this! Now I know why you never became a watch guard, that's for sure. Ah, I guess my story was just that entertaining.

I slapped myself mentally, getting my thought back to the fact that I was about to be killed by my wife. Oh gosh, she was getting closer, and what was this? I was stuck under the bloody table! I can't even defend myself, well help me out you idiot! Yes, erm..thank you. But now she was too close, and the only place I could go was the wall behind me. I highly doubted that I could run through that, and the prospect of apparition hadn't even come to me.

Before I did, I noticed something. Her face was no longer contorted in anger, but it was something else. Pain? My eyes widened, as I realized that she was holding one hand around her round stomach. She gasped, "Draco - the baby - it's coming" I wanted to faint, but I don't really think Hermione could get to the hospital by herself.

A million things were running through my mind right now. One of them, blaming you for having me tell you that ruddy story while my wife went into labour. Quickly, I wrote on some parchment and sent both a letter to Potter and the Weasleys', telling them of what was happening, and to be at St. Mungo's immediately. I ran upstairs, got all our necessities, and everything we needed within a few minutes. With a POP! I arrived at St. Mungo's.

Wow, word travels fast, I noted. Ginny, Potter, and Weasley were already there waiting for our arrival. They told me the other remaining Weasleys' were on their way, and that Tonks and Lupin were taking care of their children. Honestly, I had no idea how Potter managed Ginny with all her hormones throughout her long pregnancies for their children. I'm actually surprised she didn't just go on and bite Potter's head off.

Yes, you have realized that I'm calling her Ginny. Well, once you get to know the girl...she isn't a terribly bad person to be friends with. Potter and Weasley and I were on good terms, with the occasional insult to each other. Though, it just didn't feel right to call them by their first names. Weasley brought me out of my thoughts by saying something. "Um...Malfoy? Where's Hermione?"

Shit. Double shit. I forgot her! My eyes widened to the size of saucers before I quickly apparated back to the house to meet a very angry Hermione. "You IDIOT!" She yelled at me. Apologies stumbled out my mouth before I had her side-along apparate with me, knowing full well that she couldn't do it on her own right now. A few other obscenities rambled out of her mouth towards me that I am not allowed to repeat.

Ginny and Potter were laughing as we went back towards the delivery room, they were laughing! This is a serious matter! We're having a baby! Oh gosh, my knees gave out. Lucky enough, a chair was quickly conjured so it could break my fall. Those words hit me like a brick. A baby, the whole thing was so real now. From now on, I was going to be responsible for another person's life.

Wait...what if it was a girl like Hermione said? No, I shook my head, laughing at the idea. Hermione gave me a strange look. It just had to be a boy....But what if it was a girl? Oh god, that would be twice the amount of estrogen. Dizzyness hit me, but I had to shake it off as Hermione yelled at me to get where she was. I scrambled to my feet and walked to her bed. Her legs were pinned open in the air as the doctor examined her.

She said that Hermione was ready to push. A death grip was on my hand now, and I felt the bones breaking. I let out a whimper of pain. Hermione held her strain for ten seconds as the doctor told her to, and let out a deep breath. "You are NEVER touching me again!" She screamed, was this woman trying to kill me? Another contraction came, along with another broken finger. Apparently, this baby was ready to get out.

"Miss Malfoy, it's coming. I see the head."

"She sees the head!" Hermione repeated joyfully. I bit back my retort; I was not going to ruin her sudden good mood. "Are you ready?" The healer asked Hermione. Hermione beamed back at her with a look of anticipation across her face.

I wiped a small bead of sweat off her face. "Ready Freddy." My head snapped towards her. "Hermione, the healer's name is Montayo." I repeated the name slowly at her, questioning her current sanity. She glared.

"I know what the bloody name is! It's a phrase - Argh!" She gripped harder than ever as another contraction came. An unmistakable cry of a baby entered the room, my heart lifted, as well as the pressure on my hand. Hermione lay beside me, sobbing as she tried to look to see the baby. Quickly, the healer went ahead and mended my broken fingers(for which Hermione apologized for) and left us alone. The healers quickly cleaned up and handed us our baby.

I smiled, our baby. We have a baby, the healer said a son. I felt overjoyed, I have a son! Taking a look at him, a feeling took hold in my heart..it felt....mushy. For the first time, our baby opened his eyes and looked straight into mine. Hermione smiled up at me from our son who we named Aiden.

"Let's have another."

My smile faltered.

Mon, 09 Jul 2007 21:50:10 GMT

Title: The Best Friend
Rating: 12+
Warnings: None
Ships: Harry/Hermione, mentions of Ron/Hermione.
Point of View: First Person/Ron Weasley
Summary: I felt it should have been me standing there instead of Harry and that I should be the one marrying you, not him. But I promised myself I wouldn't ruin this for you, not on your wedding day. Ron contemplates his feelings for Hermione on the day of her wedding to Harry. It's hard to love someone and watch them love another....

Disclaimer: I own nothing sadly.

Author's note: Hey guys, I know I've been on a hiatus for a while and I still am, at least from SBS anyway. But I've been writing this for almost two weeks now, so I finally finished it. It's my first Rhr. Well I guess you could call it Rhr. Please read and review to tell me if I did okay on it. Thanks to my beta Dracana.

The room was adorned in white tapestry all around with lavender lilies. The lilies were placed around the room on wicker mantle pieces including the one I was standing in front of. I was looking down the aisle as I saw the doors open slowly. Harry stood beside me in his black tux and started to take a deep breath before starting to grin. Sighing, I looked at you in your white gown with Mr. Granger on your arm when the doors were fully opened.

The trail of your strapless white dress seemed to go on forever as you began walking. Though the veil you were wearing was covering your face, I could still see your distinct features. Your smile is what struck me the most. You were smiling like I'd never seen you smile before, as though you'd just freed every single house-elf there ever was.

Deep down, I felt jealous. Even though I promised myself not to, I still couldn't help it. Not on this day, your day. Your wedding day, the most important day of your life, I didn't want to ruin it for you in any way. But it seemed as though the jealousy was taking over me, like a force I couldn't control. I felt it should have been me standing there instead of Harry and that I should be the one marrying you, not him.

Trying to get the thoughts out of my head, I looked back at Harry who was starting to sweat like mad but still grinning, and then looked back at you. I was trying to make it discreet as possible, but that didn't seem to work out as I'd hoped. You looked over at me and smiled, I replied by smiling weakly back.

Walking in front of you was the flower girl, better known as Helena Longbottom, Ginny and Neville's three year old daughter. Her striking brown eyes shone like her mother's and her dark curly hair bounced at her shoulders as she walked. Behind her walked the bridesmaids. Ginny was the first, as the maid of honour, her hair was put up into a bun for the occasion with a small string of her curly hair resting beside her face.

My sister definitely wasn't a little girl anymore. She had grown greatly, had even started a family of her own. I always thought she'd be with Harry, but I guess I thought wrong. Following her was Luna Lovegood, you and her had become quite good friends and after a while it seemed after Ginny had convinced you she wasn't that 'loony' at all.

Looking back at you, I couldn't believe this was the person I grew up to know over the years. You went from the bushy haired bookworm to this gorgeous woman I see before me. Your makeup looked flawless and your hair was done up similar to the way it had been in our fourth year at Hogwarts, the Yule Ball. Glancing ahead over to the side, I could see Viktor. He was smiling at you in admiration. I could easily tell he was happy for you just by the look on his face.

I remembered back at the Yule Ball, when I saw you walking towards the centre of the ballroom. My eyes stayed locked onto you, glued to the spot.

Elegant, beautiful, perfect, were just few of the many words to be used to describe you.

Then I remembered that night, at the same moment, how jealous I was. Seeing you with Viktor was just too much to bear. It was that night that it finally hit me that you weren't just the bushy haired friend who I copied my homework from anymore. That night I realized I wanted to be there for you, not just as a friend though. I wanted to be more than that. I wanted to be the person you could depend on, the person to make it up to you by giving you roses after we had arguments, the person you could love.

Yes, I had fancied you before that, but I figured it to just be a schoolboy crush and that I would get over it eventually. But that night it made me realize that this mere schoolboy crush was developing into something more.

Unfortunately, I didn't have the nerve to tell you about how I felt. Now you were with Harry, and you were in love with him, not me. Harry was the one you loved, and Harry was the one who gave you roses, not me.

My attention was taken away from my thoughts as you were now approaching the aisle when your father gave you away to Harry. The minister began speaking and I saw you mouth 'I love you' to Harry before smiling at him again and I'm positive he was mouthing it right back.

When the minister was done, you both then began reciting your vows you had written yourself. You have no idea how much that killed me inside to hear how you two spoke about one another. So much love between you two, so much trust. When Harry finished his vows, you began yours, and I wouldn't dare listen. To sit here and listen to you proclaim your love for my best friend was something I wasn't going to do.

I didn't realize how hard this was going to be to get through.

Trying to not listen to the words being spoken I looked back at the guests.

Everyone seemed to be here for this, I mean it was the Boy-Who-Lived getting married. Who wouldn't be here for this? Or try to be here for this at least.

This was the event of the year to the wizarding world. Looking back over at the guests, I saw Tonks and Remus. She had her hand enclosed in his, and as they saw me they began to smile. I then saw some of our old classmates, like Dean Thomas, Padma Patil and her twin sister Parvati here also.

Looking around the room, seeing all our old classmates, I remembered the day when my hopes of someday being with you slowly came to an end.

It was on Valentine's Day, our seventh year. We were in another argument.

Come to think of it, I can't even really remember what it was about anymore.

The last thing I remember about that night was that I had stormed out of the room red in the face leaving you with tears streaming down your face; a decision I regret.

Stating that I had overreacted, Harry had stayed behind to comfort you. He was back there, drying your tears, the tears that I'd caused. I couldn't stand it when I made you cry. Unintentionally of course, but I still felt completely guilty nonetheless.

I turned my head back to the altar and saw that the vows were finally done.

The minister could now be heard asking about the rings. I reached into my pocket and held onto the ring for a split second before I handed it to Harry. There it was, the two things that would bind you two together, and I just handed one of them over as my sister did the other.

"I, Hermione Jane Granger, take Harry James Potter as my lawfully wedded husband, through sickness and in health. To honour, and cherish him, for all the days of my life." You said this with a smile and I soon heard Harry repeating the same.

"Does anyone have any objections?" the minister asked looking about the room.

I did as the minister and looked around the room. It took everything I had not to shout "You can't marry him!", but I withheld myself from doing it. Maybe someone in the room would. I prayed they would, but scolded myself for thinking such things. Before I had another thought, the minister had spoke again.

"I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride," the minister finished, and I saw Harry lean in to kiss you.

Seeing the two of you kiss was like a thousand knives in my heart.

The woman I loved had just married my best friend...

Even if I didn't want to, I had to come to realize the fact that I would never be with you. Whether it be ten minutes, ten days, or even ten years, I just knew I had to accept it. The sooner would be the better; I wouldn't have to feel so bad about thinking of the two of you together.

Maybe, someday, I can find someone of my own to love. Someone who will love me back, who I can give roses to. Who will love me for who I am and hopefully I can love them at least half as much as I loved you. Hopefully that person will come along sometime soon, someone who can help me get over you.

Someone who will help this not be as hard for me.

Though right now, it's only you. I love you, and only you. But now you're married to Harry. You two are my best friends, and I'm yours, so I do wish you a lifetime of happiness, I really do. No matter how much it hurts me, I just want you both to be happy. I will still have the reminder every day when I wake up though, of what has went on. That you're married, that we can never be together, and that I'll always be your best friend.

Yes, I still have that.

I'll still be your best friend, but that's all I'll ever be.

Fri, 06 Jul 2007 18:46:24 GMT

Woot! Just figured I'd post one of my oneshots on here. Comment? =D

Title: Silence
Rating: 15+
Type: Oneshot
Words: 2667
Pairings: Draco/Hermione, some mentions of Harry/Ginny
Summary: All she wanted was silence. Away from all the gossiping and arguing, just some peace and quiet to read her book. Though, it seemed that fate didn't want her to. No, fate had other ideas in store for Hermione when Draco Malfoy followed her into the Room of Requirement.
Warnings: It's my very first fluff! Beware!! XD

Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter I'd make Draco and Hermione get together and have lots of beautiful little babies.

Silence. Silence is peaceful, yet unnerving in some situations. It was something that Hermione wanted.

The only thing she wanted at this moment.

To sit in peace quietly and finish reading her book (Prefects that Gained Power), to sit silently in a corner curled up on the couch in the common room near the fire. Such peaceful surroundings when it comes to reading one's book. It added to the peaceful joyful decorations of red and green tinsel around the huge Christmas tree in the corner. Unfortunately, Hermione was not alone and she was starting to get extremely annoyed.

It seemed like everyone wanted to disturb her during her quiet time. Harry and Ron were playing wizard's chess and were talking about the girls they had fancied over the years. Then Dean and Seamus came into the common room and started tossing something about.

Hermione figured it had to be something that belonged to Ginny. Sure enough as she lifted her head up she saw fiery red hair flying up and down as her belonging was tossed back and forth yelling for them to give it back. Hermione didn't take much notice to see what it was but she saw a glimpse and it looked somewhat like a book?

Ginny read? She figured she had better help out her fellow Gryffindor friend to get her precious book back.

"Dean, Seamus, put the book down now; Ginny may actually want to read it while it’s still in one piece." Hermione stated calmly and they looked at her and laughed.

"Right, like we're going to give up her diary. It may contain some interesting stuff." Dean said grinning and Ginny started jumping up again to try and get it.

"Dean, hand it over." Hermione said more sternly but Dean shook his head.

He cleared his throat, opened the book to a particular page and began reading.

“Dear Journal or should I call you Diary?

Today was nice. The scenery outside was absolutely beautiful. The sun was out, birds were out flying, and the- "

"Get to the interesting stuff!" Seamus yelled and Dean flipped to another page and started to grin mischievously.

"Stop it!" Ginny and Hermione yelled both now trying to grab the diary frantically.

"Dear Diary,

I saw him today. That one I told you about before. His name's Harry. He's the one person I've fancied for ages it seems like, but he won't even take any notice to me."

Dean started to say while doing a terrible imitation of a girlish voice that was supposed to resemble Ginny's.

“He rarely talks to me, but I still dress up everyday and try to look my best just so he'll take a second look. A lot of girls like him but only because he's famous. He could have almost any girl he wanted being famous and what not, what would he want with me? All because of his scar, the famous Harry Potter, I can't date him. When he could have anyone, who would want to date a girl with a poor family? Well, about him. Ways to describe him, oh there are too many ways! Anyone could get lost in his dazzling green eyes of his. Though the thing that makes me wonder why girls aren't constantly chasing after him as much as they talk about him is his very sexy looking arse. “Dean continued while trying to suppress his laughter.

By this time, Seamus was rolling on the floor in laughter, Ron's face was as red as his hair in color; either from embarrassment or anger one, no one could tell. All the color was now gone from Harry's face by now as he tried not to look at Ron.

Poor Ginny was looking absolutely mortified now while still trying to get the diary.

"Dean, stop it this instant!" Hermione yelled and snatched the book away from him as he took a moment to laugh.

He stopped laughing whenever he seen that he no longer had the book in his hands. The next thing he knew him and Seamus were both getting a loud smack across his face from Ginny. Hermione hugged Ginny and handed her the book. Tears started to come down the small red head's face as she muttered a 'thank you' and ran to her dorm and slammed the door shut. Hermione was going to comfort her but figured she might have wanted some time alone.

Now, time for her book at last.

Hermione went back to the couch, grabbed her book and decided to go to her dormitory to read. It may not be as calming without the fire but at hopefully the atmosphere would be calmer.

But in this room, it was also not quiet. Parvati and Lavender were gossiping about anyone imaginable. Do they ever stop gossiping and just have a normal conversation? Hermione thought angrily before leaving.

Getting more and more frustrated by the minute, she walked out back in the corridor when a thought struck her. Of course! The Room of Requirement! Why hadn't she thought of it before? Pleased, she walked out into the corridor with her book clutched tightly against her chest. There she was assured her peace and quiet, away from all the noisy loud people trying to disrupt her.

Her short heels she was wearing 'clicked' smartly as she walked down the corridor. Her curly hair bounced at her shoulders with each step she took as her skirt billowed back and forth along the way. Reaching the place she wanted to be, she walked back and forth clutching her book!

She looked up opening the newly appeared door and stepped in but didn't see the pair of grey eyes in a dark corner of the room following her every move. The room was painted red with a small velvety chair and matching couch. It had a Christmas tree also, it looked like the Gryffindor common room somewhat. The furniture was sitting next to a warm fireplace that lit up the room along with candles placed accordingly around the room so it was able that she had enough light to read the book.

Finally some peace and quiet.

The only thing she'd wanted this entire night and she could have come here at any moment she wanted. It was so simple. She'd been here before many times for the Dumbledore's army meetings. She felt completely embarrased to not have thought of this earlier.

She took off her shoes, conjured her clothes something more comfortable for until she left, and sat down popping the book open eagerly.

If she would have realised how late it was, she would have ran on to her dormitory. Though that wasn't happening, she was too busy reading the book with great interest. Every little word, every small detail there was, she read and imagined throughout the book.

"Granger, are you really this lame?" drawled a voice from behind in the shadows.

Quickly she turned around to see the smirking face of Draco Malfoy. Just when the book was getting good as well! He and his ridiculous smirk had to come and ruin it!

"What are you talking about?" she asked him, though she did know.

"I mean, why are you here?" he asked.

"Isn't it obvious you dolt? I was trying to have some peace and quiet to read, but apparently it seems as though that isn't going to happen anytime soon." Hermione said glaring at him.

He was now in full view from the brightness of a candle flame along with the fireplace's light. She tried to just ignore him and opened her book to read again.

"Seems that way, doesn't it?" he asked her making her groan and close the book.

"What are you doing in here anyway?" she asked him and he looked at her.

"Thinking...Observing you could say." he said looking at her. More smirking.

Then she realized what he was looking at. She had on a tank top and shorts so she wouldn't be uncomfortable. This made her feel more uncomfortable than even rather wearing her regular clothes would have.

"Well Granger, I can't say you haven't grown up over the years..." he said smirking still and she continued to try and cover herself up.

"Malfoy why don't you just bugger off?" she asked frustrated even more than before. Was everyone just out to ruin her night?

"I think I'll just sit here for a while." he said and plopped down onto the couch.

He dropped onto the couch so fast Hermione had to jerk her feet away from where they were laying so they wouldn't get sat on. He started to stretch across taking up most of the room of the couch. She glared at him.

"Why can't you just sit in the chair then if you have to stay!" she asked angrily.

"Why can't you?" he asked her and she groaned again and moved to the chair.

She figured she might as well try to read still since it seemed he was going to just sit there and that it would probably still be noisy and crowded in the common rooms and all. But while reading her book, her eyes kept peering over it to look at Draco who had his eyes closed.

The light shone on his face making it glimmer in the room. His face looked just as pale as it usually did and his hair hung just above his eyes by a mere centimetre. This matched along with his face glimmering in light giving him somewhat of an angelic appearance. Hermione quickly shook the thought out of her head and tried to put her focus back onto her book.

Still no luck. She could try and read her book, but her attention still kept on finding its way back to Draco. Her eyes were fixed just an inch over her book trying to look discreet. No, it wasn't like she wanted to, but more like something she couldn't help but act on.

"Granger, if you're going to stare at me at least make an effort not to make it obvious." he said with his eyes still closed and she blushed a pinkish colour.

He started to get up then and was walking towards the door but froze in position. Another stupid joke was what rang throughout her thoughts, he was a terrible actor.

"What are you doing?" she asked seeing him stand there.

"I can't move!" he said while trying to move his leg with every bit of strength he had.

"Look, what could have happened, not like someone invisible came and glued your shoes to the floor." she said but knew that actually could have happened with an invisibility cloak.

He couldn't have been serious. Just walking over to the other side of the room won't make your feet stick there. It's not like the ruddy floor wants you there to show you off!

To reveal that she knew of his stupid and childish prank, She started to walk over to him. But what suprised her, was that she stuck to the floor as well. She couldn't believe it, he wasn't joking with her.

They were a mere inches apart seeing as how they couldn't go any farther. Hermione had to look up at Draco to see him since his height of 6'0" towered over her 5'5" height.

"What in the name of Merlin is going on?!" Hermione shouted and then she saw Draco smirking.

"What!?" She asked angrily.

"I can see down your shirt." he said continuing to smirk.

She looked at him disgusted and covered her chest with her arms folded over one another. Then something caught her eye as she looked up at him. Soon her face of anger turned to horror.

"What is it?" he asked and looked up and his eyes widened.

It was the one...the only...the dreaded...

....mistletoe....

"No, no, no, no!" she said shaking her head.

"Merlin Granger it's not like kissing me is going to kill you." he said.

"It might as well." she said in a disgusted voice.

"Well you better get over it cause it's almost midnight and we're stuck here until we do." he said and she started shaking her head.

"All I wanted to do was read! Just some quality time to read and this is what happens!!" she said – quite hysterically as well.

"I never in my life thought I'd say this but Granger, kiss me!" he said grabbing her and pulling her to him, closing the small gap between them.

His soft lips landed upon hers as a surprise to Hermione. But she was even more shocked as she allowed him to continue the kiss and deepen it. Slowly, Hermione wrapped her arms around him and he tightened his grip on her. The feeling she was had running through her body was unimaginable as his tongue asked for entrance by licking her lips which she granted. She had never felt this before when kissing someone.

It was intense, and full with lust. It was like electricity running throughout her body giving her a moment of shock, but still wanting more. She started to run her fingers through his hair and he trailed kisses down her neck and came back to her mouth.

After a moment of snogging, they pulled away from each other breathless. Hermione blushed and tried to step outside of the spot they were frozen to before. It worked, of course. If only one kiss would let them move then a real huge snog would get them flying out the door! Stepping away from the spot they were frozen from, Draco looked at her and smirked again.

"Not bad Granger, not bad at all." he said before stepping out the door.

Blushing, Hermione changed back into her other clothes; grabbed her book, and walked out the door headed for the common room.

When she reached the common room, she saw that Ginny was still up sitting on the couch. She turned around taking notice to Hermione's entrance.

"Where have you been?! We've been worried sick!" Ginny exclaimed throwing her arms in the air.

"Umm the room of requirement with Malfoy." Hermione said.

"You leave in the middle of the night and as soon as-wait, what did you just say?" she asked in disbelief.

"I think I just heard you say you were in the Room of Requirement with Malfoy of all people! Please tell me my ears are decieving me." she said.

"Sorry, but they aren't. You heard right, but you interpreted wrong, sort of."

"Malfoy?! What in the world was he doing there?!" Ginny asked and Hermione started to tell her about the events from less than an hour ago.

"So. Do you fancy him?" Ginny asked after hearing a sigh from Hermione.

"I...I dunno!" Hermione said.

"Well you both must fancy each other." Ginny said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Why would you say something like that?" Hermione asked her and she looked at her with an idiotic look.

Apparently Hermione had book smarts but was clearly an idiot when it came to some common sense of love.

"Because it was the Room of Requirement!" Ginny exclaimed.

"So...Hey how do you even actually know about the room in the first place?" Hermione asked.

"Harry told me a while back. Now, Hermione, it was the Room of Requirement. If you two actually wanted to be able to move from the spot and not have to kiss, you just had to think it and it would have happened. Which means-"

"That we wanted to...” Hermione whispered with wide eyes hearing Ginny yell 'Yes' in the background, satisfied that she'd finally realized.

She left looking for silence, and came back with something else.

Tue, 26 Jun 2007 04:01:46 GMT

Here's my first batch of icons. =D
[26] Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
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The rest are at my icon journal,

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Wed, 06 Jun 2007 18:37:15 GMT

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