Shopping succeeded in glory. Hermione didn 't think finding a dress could be so distracting. And, of course, Jeannie herself. The girl always had a good sense of humor, and she herself was an incredible cheerful nature. The girls became friends in their fourth year. Simply put, the more time Hermione spent in the noir, the more friendly they became. Friends often shared little secrets with each other. Jeannie was so happy when she first heard that Hermione was indifferent to her brother. Sometimes, when no one heard, Withley called her sister, washing to her red cheeks the current old girl 's head.
How much water has flowed since. Jeannie, who once wrote on the edge of the "Harry Jeannie" parchment, is now actually dating him. Except Hermione and Ron never did. Well, at least the issue with the couple at the halloween ball is resolved. She, as chief, will spend a lot of time with another chief. After going to Hogsmid, the guys didn 't talk for one day. Hermione was the first to contact. She apologized for the scene she set up on the street. The girl spoke quite sincerely. Grint was certainly not to blame for her troubles.
Granger 's mood was good today. She found a very cute milk-coloured dress. Probably exactly what she wanted. Jeannie decided to stick to her own color solution. Red hair and black dress are the perfect combination, she decided.
Returning from the evening sitting in the library, Hermione decided to go to the tower chief long road. Occasionally, students hurried to themselves met in the hallway. Time was late. After all, there 's a big plus in being an old man. You can stay in the hallway longer than all the other students. However, when you have no one to walk with at night, what a reason in this privilege.
Hermione stopped by the window. At the same window sill on which the girl herself was sitting very recently. Draco stood in front of her. It 's so hard to believe. Every time pictures appeared in her head, memories from that day, the girl drove them away from herself. It seemed creepy wrong to her. Immoral. And today, standing by this window, holding his hand on the window sill, Granger allowed herself to remember.
Strong hands on your waist. How their warmth slowly spins all over their bodies. After them a new wave runs creeps. Feeling hot moisture around your neck. Unbearable kisses that burn pleasure break through all moral foundations.
Hermione closed her eyes, completely giving herself to her feelings. Merlin, these are stupid memories. But they make your heart beat more often. Why exactly that? Why does her body react to him like that?
With two hands, the girl squeezed the edge of the window sill. The bones of her fingers were whitened by the force with which she pressed the stone. Breathing increased, even started to get a little shot. His hand slipped upstairs, took his hair off his shoulders. Another slowly descended to the hip, drawing unimaginable patterns with her fingers. The warmth of another 's body, albeit imaginary, warmed the griffindorca. It was like the damn fire was set on fire right behind her. These touches seem so real. It 's like that second Draco Malfoy...
"I was thinking of you, too," a quiet shot right over your ear. The guy 's dull breath hit his head with a heat. The girl 's eyes opened instantly. They were ready to jump out of the orbits. It 's him. Standing right behind her. How could she confuse reality and imagination? Cheeks were filled with paint for one second. The realization of the situation by the wave covered the girl. The only thing Hermione felt at the moment was shame.
Griffindorca pulled around trying to step aside and run away from the crime scene as soon as possible. But Malfoy held her firmly. He was like a hungry predator who grabbed his victim and wasn 't going to let go anywhere.
"Let go," the girl said in a shivering voice, still brushing in the hands of the slime. She lowered her eyes down in case he decided to turn her face to herself. If Draco looks into her eyes, he 'll understand. Although he seems to have been clear.
Malfoy hugged the girl harder, hugging her entire body, preventing her hands from breaking out. He put his head on Hermione 's shoulder, abutting his nose directly against his neck. Granger didn 't have enough time to digest what was happening at that moment. And there was not enough air to recover. Inside was still burning a fire that confused the clarity of thought.