8A/N: WOOOOW… I haven't written in like forever… Well anyways, I got this random story idea… like ten seconds ago… So, we'll see how this goes. Forgive me if it suxx.
Hermione slowly opened her eyes to the bright light shining in through the window. She could tell something was off… but she couldn't tell what. She sighed, and that's when she felt it, the slight weight on her waist. She opened her eyes fully and noticed that she wasn't in her four-poster bed in the Head Dormitories. She froze instantaneously as a voice behind her said sleepily, "Good morning,"
She knew that voice. Where did she know that voice? She turned over and stared at the man across from her. A crooked smile was tacked onto a pale, barely recognizable face. She knew him only from his platinum hair and smoky grey eyes. Draco Malfoy.
"Umm…" Hermione was at a loss for words. Malfoy's eyebrows pulled together and his beautiful, genuine smile slowly faded from his now mature features.
"Are you feeling okay, honey? You look a little pale," Malfoy look worried for another minute, and then slowly leaned in towards Hermione. He slid his hand slowly up her back, up her neck, and onto her cheek. His thumb rubbed her cheekbone for a moment while he chewed his bottom lip in worry. Finally, he sighed and leaned forward to kiss Hermione's forehead. She froze once more, but this time in mortification.
He pulled back and slowly got up from the bed, careful not to make any sudden moves. Hermione watched in amazement as he pulled a pair of jeans over his boxers and his hair fell into his eyes. She sat up slowly, confused beyond all reason, questions swirling wildly in her head.
Malfoy buttoned his pants and walked around the bed to Hermione. "Come on, you obviously don't feel good. Lie back, sweetheart, I'll bring you some breakfast." Malfoy pushed her shoulder back until she was against the pillows. He kissed her forehead again and turned to the door. When he was gone, Hermione finally came to her senses. She stood up and walked over to the walk-in closet on the other side of the room.
One side was obviously for Mal-Dra-Him, filled halfway with expensive suits and one or two tuxedoes, and the rest was jeans, t-shirts, and other casual garments. The other side, however, was clearly meant for her. The first half of the closet, corresponding with the formal half of His, was a collection skirt suits and cocktail dresses sorted by color. The last half of her closet was what interested her the most. It consisted of jeans, also sorted by tone, and many t-shirts. Apparently, there were times whenever they would just hang out here- wherever "here" was.
Hermione walked back out of the closet and the smell of waffles-or was that pancakes? -wafted into the half-closed door. Hermione nibbled on her bottom lip for a moment, debating on whether to go look for the food or not. Her stomach rumbled in answer, and she decided that it couldn't hurt to at least wander around for a minute.
She was wrong.
A/N: Well, guys, it's like 1 A.M. So please excuse me if some of this makes absolutely no sense. Also excuse me if I can't update even this for a while. School is really crackin' down on me… however, marching season is now over. But don't get your hopes up. Do, however, rejoice when I finally update… But, alas, my bed calls to me and begs me to lie upon its soft pillows, and dream my dreams of colorguard and drummer boys… Haha yea. Well, I'm off to sleep. But I may end up reading again, though... Review!