Populus Mutari - A Dramione

Chapter 2 - Two of a Kind

AN ****All rights to the characters, places and things mentioned in any book authored by J.K. Rowling are her own property.****

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Light poured through the tall stained-glass window as early birds chirped merrily outside. There was a cool feeling in the air and Hermione pulled her soft blankets closer, preventing any body heat from escaping. The morning melody announced that dawn had come and with it a sense of dread filled her as she remembered yesterday's events.

How could she have done something like that? She felt disgusted with herself. First, for allowing it to happen and second, for not stopping it herself. Hermione refused to open her eyes. The situation had been so bloody awkward. One moment they are screaming their head off, yelling bloody murder and swearing to finish each other off. The next moment, they were sharing the sweetest and most tentative of kissed.

Hermione's body shuddered unwillingly as she remembered his hands on her face and how he caressed her ear softly. It just didn't make sense .The worst part was, when they had finally parted, he didn't yell, he didn't scream.

Their lips had parted but somehow they had reunited for one more tentative peck. He had looked at her with those silvery white eyes. His face remained impassive as she stared back incredulous of what had occured. She remembered how slowly, almost carefully, he had taken her wand from his back pocket, picked up her hand and placed it gingerly in the palm of her hand. She briefly wondered if that had actually been a small smile that had graced his aristocratic features and shook her head. Draco Malfoy smiling? Impossible.

But then again, so had been the kiss they had shared.

This must be a dream- thought Hermione, squeezing her eyes tighter as she remembered how unearthly he seemed when he had finally turned to his left, his cloak billowing silently behind him.

Hermione groaned -More like a bloody nightmare. Ok, Hermione. Enough nonsense. You will wake up. It will be Friday, and you will have Herbology first period. This day never happened. This dream-NIGHTMARE-never happened.

Hermione raised her body out of her bed and felt around for her hairbrush on the nightstand. She had grabbed it by the handle and, with her eyes still closed so as to avoid looking at her calendar in case the dream -NIGHTMARE- were true, she made her way towards the bathroom door. She heard loud snoring and snorted lightly to herself. Leave it to Lavendar to beat Ron is a snoring contest. 

Finally the handle was in Hermione's hand and she tiptoed quietly into the bathroom, flicking the lights on as she went. Slowly she opened her eyes and raised her hand to brush out the tangles that were sure to consume half her morning. As her eyes adjusted to the lights, the view in the mirror became clearer and the brush fell out of her hands. The shriek that followed most definitely had woken everybody up.

"MY HAIR!! WHAT THE BLOODY HELL HAPPENED TO MY HAIR!!"

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Draco had tossed and turned all night long and the sun streaming through the windows didn't help much in his quest for some shut-eye. He rubbed his close-lidded eyes and yawned loudly. Half-asleep he grabbed his wand from the nightstand, muttered and encantation and soon the curtains around his four poster bed closed and shrouded him in darnkess.

That's more like it. Maybe I can finally get some sleep. Bloody witch had to mess with my head. I know I'm godly but, Merlin. Enough to lay a curse on me to make me kiss her? -Draco thought languidly. He kept trying to convince himself that Hermione had cursed him into kissing her. She probably knew that was the only way to get me to get away from her. Dirty whore. Merlin! I Draco Even my clothes have her wretched smell. Disgusting!

Draco decided to just give up and accept he wasn't sleeping today. Groggily he got up and stretched his arms with a loud yawn. He ran his fingers through his hair and yanked at them to get them through the tangled mop of hair on his head. Slowly, he removed his covers and opened the curtains to bright sunlight streaming through the room.

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That's wierd. I don't remember going to one of the girl's chambers last night. Granger must've duped me up pretty good. Oh well, as long as I shagged someone. Malfoy's signature smirk dissapeared as he saw who was lying on the other bed. I'm in the Gryffindor bedchambers?! Merlin, please don't tell me I shagged that bushy-haired beaver. PLEASE! -Draco thought frantically at how his reputation would be in ruins if he was ever caught in bed with a muggle-born. 

What do I do!?

What do I do!?

Lavendar stirred in her sleep and that was enough to have Draco bolting into the bathroom without a second thought of grabbing his cloak. Panting lightly and scared to death, Draco laid his hand over his heart and attempted to calm himself down. But his chest was off. Instead of his usually defined pecs he felt two very odd lumps. Draco looked down and had to bite back a scream.   That bloody bookworm is going to pay for this!! She gave me kncokers. She gave me some bloody knockers!