Hermione Granger sat on the overstuffed couch at the Burrow, lost to her thoughts. Life had been so much easier three months ago. She rested her hands on her stomach and let the memories wash over her.
It had been a very strange week for her. A very strange year, actually. Harry and Ginny were finally together, Draco Malfoy was suddenly extremely attractive, and Ron, the boy she thought she was in love with, was suddenly wrapped around Lavender Brown every spare moment he had, once again. It was irritating, and she had given up. And so Hermione's seventh year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had begun.
Yes, seventh. She, Harry, and Ron decided that they needed to bide their time before finding Voldemort. They needed more time to plan. So they stayed at Hogwarts. So did Draco Malfoy, to her great pleasure. No, no, dismay. It had to be dismay.
She sighed.
She don't know what it was, but he seemed so very disgusting her first six years here, and now he's just so...attractive. She felt like such a traitor for even thinking such things, but she simply couldn't help it.
His shiny blonde hair, icy blue eyes, dazzling smile (when he wasn't being a prick, that is) and his toned, pale body that she wanted to run her hands all over.
"No, no, no!" She clutched her hair as she attempted to shake the thoughts from her head.
It was hard, though. He really was gorgeous, and now that they were Head Boy and Girl, he was being civil. Nice, even. This was good, seeing as they now shared a common room, just the two of them. At first it was terribly awkward, with them having been enemies for the last 7 years and all, but they quickly got used to it. Even learned to enjoy it, you might say. That was at the beginning of the year, and it was now only a week until graduation.
Hermione had begun to regret not giving Draco a chance sooner. He really was quite sweet, when his friends weren't around, that is. Around them, she was just another filthy 'mudblood'. But when they left he would give her this look...an almost apologetic look, and they would go back to being secret friends. He was being civil to Harry and Ron and the rest of her friends, he didn't insult her, he even made dinner for her one day when she was sick. he was a totally different person...well...sometimes. All too often he would slip back into old ways and call her 'mudblood' and make fun of her parents, throw her books at the wall, and rant and rave until she would dissolve into tears and run away from him.
Every time, she swore she would never speak to him again.
And she would shut herself in her room and sob because he'd hurt her feelings yet again.
Yet every time he knocked on her door, she would choke out a 'come in...' and he would enter.
And he would apologize and hold her and rub her back until she calmed down, then he would kiss her forehead and walk away.
After that, things would be awkward for a few days, then go back to normal. That was the cycle.
And she secretly loved it.
She had no idea what possessed her to feel this way about Malfoy, of all people, but she simply couldn't help it.
He was irresistible.
And here she was, staring broodingly into the fire, thinking about him. Wondering what might happen in the coming week before graduation, if anything.
It was making her head pound just thinking about it. It didn't help that she had been slammed against the wall earlier, either.
Earlier in Defense Against the Dark Arts they had been practicing nonverbal spells. Harry was asked to go in front of the class and perform the stunning spell nonverbally. Hermione volunteered to be his partner and try to nonverbally block his spell. She hadn't expected him to succeed, but he did. She didn't have enough time to block before being stunned and thrown against the wall. Harry felt horrible, even though it wasn't technically his fault, and insisted on fetching the headache potion from Madam Pomfrey as soon as they were done with classes. She assumed that's where he was now, as she sat in front of the fire, head throbbing.
She sighed wearily and leaned back into the fluffy cushions.
"Any time now, Harry," she thought.
She heard footsteps outside in the corridor and heard the portrait speaking to someone. She closed her eyes and listened to the footsteps of the approaching person as they walked through the portrait hole and toward the sofa where she sat. They weren't Harry's footsteps. They were Draco's. Her pulse quickened as he approached.
"Hello, Malfoy, " she said quietly.
"Hey, Granger, " he replied in his calm, cool voice. "Are you alright? You sound...ill."
Her heart leapt. He could tell that something was wrong...and he asked her. He cared!
"Oh, stop this, it's Malfoy, for God's sake!" She angrily told herself.
"A little bit," she replied. She explained what had happened in DADA and how her head wouldn't stop throbbing.
He nodded.
"Yeah, I remember now," he replied.
He remembered all right. He'd had to keep himself from running to her side to make sure that she was alright. But he couldn't. That was Potter's job. It was Draco's job to stand there, indifferent and definitely not feeling any kind of emotion for her. Except that he did. He felt things for her that he would never admit. They were supposed to be enemies! Yet, he couldn't help it. She was even in his dreams now, doing very...suggestive things.
"Stop!" He told himself, shaking his head like a dog. He wanted to go over there and hold her and kiss her and let her sleep in his arms until she woke up, pain free. But he couldn't do that.
"Er...you feeling alright now?" He asked.
"Not really, " she replied honestly. "Harry's supposed to drop by with a headache potion from Madam Pomfrey."
Of course it would be Harry freaking Potter, Boy Wonder to the rescue. Wasn't it always?
"Oh. I see," he said, his voice cold.
She sighed.
"He'll only be here for a moment. At least I took the time to warn you. Besides, it's not like I can go get it myself. I'm not sure that I can see anymore, let alone walk in a straight line."
"Poor thing..." he murmured, not meaning for her to hear, but she did. Her heart leapt again. "Well you could have asked me, I would have gotten it for you."
"You...you would?" She asked, sounding amazed. Her stomach was flopping uncontrollably.
"Well...sure. You're in pain. I might be a foul git, but that doesn't mean I enjoy seeing people in pain. Besides, you would have done it if it was me laying there."
"Oh, er...thanks. And yeah, that's true."
"What's true?"
"I would have gotten it for you, too. "
"I know..." he murmured. "Would you like a cup of tea?"
"Yes, please. If you don't mind, that is."
He laughed and shook his head.
"I don't. If I minded, I wouldn't have offered. "
She chuckled weakly and he walked over to their small kitchen and started heating the water. As he pulled out two bags of her favorite tea, Peach Mango, he heard hurried footsteps approaching. He pulled the teakettle off the burner before the whistle could go off, poured it's contents into two mugs, and added the tea bags. He turned to see none other than the Boy Wonder, Harry Potter, enter the common room. Draco gave him a cold look and pressed his finger to his lips, indicating that Harry should be very quiet.
Harry nodded.
"Hello, Harry," came Hermione's quiet voice from the sofa.
"Hey, 'Mione. Doing alright?" He asked.
"Not really, but it could be worse, I suppose."
Draco shook his head. That was Hermione, not wanting to worry anyone too much. He added two lumps of sugar to each mug, the way Hermione always made them, and carried them over to the sofa. He sat down next to her and placed the mugs on the coffee table. She opened her eyes and gave him a weak smile before looking expectantly at Harry.
Harry was looking only slightly surprised at the fact that he had walked in to Draco making tea for Hermione. He was actually taking care of her. It was strange, but Harry figured that Draco would come around eventually. He wasn't pleased, not at all, but at least there was someone to look after Hermione while he and Ron spent hours at Quidditch practice.
"Or accidentaly threw her at the wall during Defense Against the Dark Arts," he added mentally.
"Er...right," said Harry. " So, Madam Pomfrey said to drink this, it will put you to sleep within an hour, and when you wake up, you'll be good as new. " He handed her a small bottle. He watched as she tried to undo the stopper, couldn't, and wordlessly handed it to Draco. He nodded, opened it, and handed it back to her.
"Thanks," she said to both boys.
They nodded, scowling at each other.
Harry stood up and looked at Hermione.
"I have to head down to Quidditch practice now, but I'll come check on you later, alright?"
She nodded slowly. Harry squeezed her hand affectionately and walked over to Draco.
"Please, just keep an eye on her?" He whispered so that Hermione wouldn't hear.
"Of course I will, genius. I'm not going to just leave here here like this! Someone has to look after her, and it appears that said someone will be me," he hissed back. Not like he minded, he secretly thought.
"Thanks, Malfoy."
Draco gave him a sharp nod as Harry stuck his hands in his pockets and quietly left the room.
Draco walked over to the sofa and sat next to Hermione, still trying to resist the urges to pull her into his arms and hold her until sleep overcame her.
But he couldn't do that.
"What did Harry tell you?" Hermione asked.
"What?"
"Before he left. I could hear you whispering. What did he tell you?"
"Just to take good care of you. As if I wouldn't," he answered quietly.
"What do you mean, 'as if I wouldn't'?"
He sighed.
"Granger, you're sick. Or at least close to it. Of course I'm going to look after you. I know I've been nothing but a prick to you for the last 6 years but...recently I've come to realize...that it was...unwarranted. All because of some damn 'blood status'. You've never done anything to me, so why should I be such an ass? I know I still am, alot if the time, but...old habits die hard, I s'pose."
She could hardly believe what she had just heard. Draco Malfoy, making a conscious effort to be kinder to her? Unbelievable, but her heart rate accelerated nonetheless.
"Thank you," she said quietly, placing her hand on top of his.
"For what?" he asked.
"For trying."
"It's nothing, really. "
"Yes, it is. You're right, you have been a prick, but I've been nothing but a bitch in response. I'm sorry for never giving you a chance, whether you would have taken it or not. "
She squeezed his hand gently and released it.
He swallowed thickly. His heart thudded violently in his chest, as it did every time she touched him.
"Drink your tea, Granger. It might help."
His hand burned where she had touched him.
They drank their tea in comfortable silence as he silently thought about the 7th year ball tomorrow night.
"I wonder if she's going. I wonder if she has a date."
Jealousy bubbled inside him at the though of her with another man.
He wordlessly took her empty mug from her and set it on the coffee table. He crossed his legs underneath him and turned to her.
"How're you feeling?" He asked.
"Tired," she replied.
"You should lie down," he said.
She nodded silently and slowly reclined, laying her head in his lap.
His eyes widened momentarily. He hadn't expected that. He had thought that she would lay the other way, yet she didn't. And he, surprisingly, didn't mind at all. He reached over onto the chair next to him, grabbed the blanket that was folded there, and spread it over her.
"Hermione?" He asked tentatively.
"Hmm?" She replied, secretly jumping for joy as he called her by her first name.
"Are you going to the ball tomorrow night?"
"Yeah. I mean, I have a dress and all."
"Are you...umm...you know, going with anyone?"
"No, no one's asked me."
"How is that even possible? No one ask her? She's beautiful!" He shook the thought from his head.
"Do you think...I mean...umm...would you like to go with me?" He asked nervously.
She didn't reply.
"I mean...um...I know I've been terrible to you in the past but...you really are different than what I thought and I just wondered if maybe you'd like to...I mean...unless you..." he rambled.
"Shhhh," she gently cut him off. "I would love to go with you, Draco. "
His stomach flopped when she said his name.
"But...what will your friends say?" She asked.
"Er...well...they won't be happy," he admitted. "But I've decided that I spend far too much time trying to make them happy and not nearly enough time enjoying myself. "
"And you think you'll enjoy yourself with me? The know it all? The bookworm? The...mud...the mudblood?"
"Shhh...don't call yourself that," he said, looking as guilty as he felt. "Yeah, I do. I think we'll both have a good time."
She smiled faintly up at him, clearly trying to stay awake.
"I do too. Yes, Draco. I would love to go to the ball with you."
"Good," he smiled down at her, took her small hand in his, and kissed it gently. "Now go to sleep."
Hermione's eyes drifted closed as he reached over to the coffee table and picked up Quidditch Through the Ages. His hand naturally found it's way to her hair and he twirled a piece around his finger. It was no longer bushy and frizzy as it once was, but smooth and slightly curly and...so very soft! He gently stroked her hair, opened his book, and began to read.
Hermione slowly drifted off to sleep with Draco gently playing with her hair, still able to feel his soft lips on her hand.
She wondered what could possibly happen tomorrow night.
"I can't wait for the ball..." she thought. Her lips curved upwards in a slight smile...and she was asleep.
A couple hours later, Draco sat in the same position, silently reading his book, still playing with Hermione's hair. Every now and then he would pause just to simply look down at the girl laying on him and brush her hair off her forehead. She smiled in her sleep and he smiled back without thinking about it.
"She really is very pretty..." he thought, wondering how he had never noticed before this year.
He went back to his book, and within a few moments he heard voices and footsteps in the outside corridor.
Harry, Ginny, Ron, and Lavender entered, talking animatedly about the upcoming Quidditch game. Draco turned his head ad scowled at them, pressing his finger to his lips.
"She's still asleep. Come back later," he whispered.
The nodded their agreement and Draco went back to reading as he stroked her hair.
All four jaws dropped behind him as the four friends realized that Hermione was asleep with her head in his lap...Draco Malfoy's lap! And he was simply stroking her hair and reading. They couldn't believe their eyes. They weren't sure that they wanted to believe their eyes.
He turned around to see them standing there, mouths agape.
"Go! Standing there gaping at her isn't going to make her wake up any faster! And besides, if any of you wake her, I will jinx you," he whispered furiously.
The four shook their heads and slowly left the room. Once they were a safe distance away, Harry turned to the other three.
"Can anyone else believe what they just witnessed?" He asked.
They all shook their heads.
"It's completely mental!" Exclaimed Ron, waving his hands around in the air. "He's a slimy git! Now he suddenly cares about her?"
"Maybe it's not so sudden," offered Ginny, walking over to Harry and lacing her fingers with his. " I mean, we haven't exactly seen much of her this year, with her being Head Girl and all...maybe they've started to get along and we've simply been too busy to notice. "
Lavender nodded her agreement.
"Well, I don't like it!" Ron exclaimed.
Lavender put a soothing hand on his arm.
"Ron, this isn't about what you like, or what you want. This is about Hermione, and if she's happy, then who are we to get in the way?" Ginny said.
He thought about that for a moment. She had been awfully quiet lately...even a little depressed, maybe...ever since he broke up with her at the beginning of the year and got back together with Lavender. He felt a pang of guilt as he thought about how her unhappiness was most likely his fault. Ginny noticed his expression. She reached out her free hand and squeezed his.
"It's not your fault, Ronald. She's seemed happier lately, and maybe, as much as we all don't want to admit it, maybe it's because of Malfoy. I mean, think about it. He's even been nicer to all of us this year. And I don't think he would have threatened to jinx us if we hadnt almost roused 'Mione. He seems to actually care. Let's not get in the way if that proves to be true."
They all nodded their agreement and the two couples made their way to the Gryffindor common room.
"As long as 'Mione is happy. I still don't like it, but if it's what she really wants..." said Harry.
"Mhmm...but if he hurts her, forget jinxes. I'll kill the bastard," said Ginny.
Harry laughed and kissed the side of her head.
"You'll have to beat me to it," he said with a grin.
Another hour passed and Draco still sat on the common room sofa, thinking about the girl asleep in his lap.
She was beautiful, sweet, intelligent...all together enjoyable to be around. How on earth had he been so horrid to such a lovely creature?
He knew the answer.
Blood status.
He scowled, ashamed of all the times he had called her 'mudblood'.
She was so beautiful, so...pure. He realized this now. How could something so pure be accused of having dirty blood?
How could he be so stupid? So...blind to the beauty that had been right before him all these years?
He wanted a chance. And now he was getting one. He was going to the graduation ball tomorrow night, and Hermione Granger was his date. He smiled, his stomach flopping excitedly.
The last few weeks his body had been reacting to her in a similar way. Stomach flopping, heartbeat accelerating...she had been in his dreams as well.
Dreams that he never wanted to wake up from. Even now as he sat with her head in his lap his dreams crept into his head, speeding his pulse. He wanted to take her in his arms and kiss her and run his hands all over her soft, milky skin...
"Stop!" He thought furiously. "Even if you really do have any feelings for her, after all you've done to her, she'd never have any for you."
His heart rate slowed again as he tried to focus on his book, trying desperately not to think about her in that way.
He took a deep breath and stared blankly at the page in front of him.
Hermione's eyes slowly fluttered open and he smiled down at her.
She smiled back up at him and reached up to place her small, cool hand on his cheek. He took her hand in his and gently kissed her palm.
"How are you feeling?" He asked her.
"My headache is gone, but I'm absolutely exhausted," she replied.
He picked up the empty bottle on the coffee table and read the label.
"Yeah, it says here that you should be," he offered.
She laughed.
"Well I am, so it's right."
She slowly sat up and he stretched his legs out in front of him, waiting for them to regain feeling. They'd been asleep for hours.
"Why don't you go take a shower, 'Mione? Then we can eat and go to bed...it's actually getting late kind of anyway. "
She nodded happily. Not only was he calling her by her first name, he was now using her nickname...the one that only her best friends used!
"Thanks," she smiled at him and walked to the bathroom.
He got up and walked to the kitchen, trying to decide what to make. He decided on a simple turkey soup and got it started with a few flicks of his wand.
He listened to the shower running and couldn't stop the images that were going through his head. Hermione, in the shower, completely naked, water running off her perfect body...he shook his head and busied himself making some iced tea. He kept trying to push images of her wet, naked body out of his head, but his resistance was beginning to weaken.
The shower stopped and within moments Hermione stepped out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but a skimpy white towel wrapped around her small frame. His eyes widened at the sight of her, unable to take his eyes off if her. She blushed and went into her room as he desperately tried to get his mind off of that to keep any blood from going places it shouldn't.
She reappeared a moment later, wearing a pair of black sweatpants, the top of them rolled down twice, and a tight red tank top. She had just enough cleavage, as her low cut top revealed, and a little bit of her flat stomach showed as her shirt bunched around her waist.
His eyes roamed her body, drinking her in, longing to touch her but knowing that he couldn't.
He turned to the stove and and flicked his wand at the pot of soup, watching as soup was ladled into two bowls.
Hermione walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around him, laying her cheek against his back. His heart leapt. Was it possible that she did feel something for him?
"Thank you," she said.
"For what?" He asked.
"For taking care of me."
"I will always take care of you. I'm done caring what other people think," he said softly.
He set the soup on the table and handed her a spoon after she sat down. They ate in silence for a while before Hermione looked at him.
"Draco?"
"Hmm?"
"Why?"
He smiled, looking a little confused.
"Why what, Hermione?"
Her stomach flipped at the sound of her name.
"Why...everything? Why are you suddenly being so nice? Why are you taking care of me?"
He sighed.
"I'm not sure, Hermione. I'm really not. I just know that I simply can't be horrid to you anymore. I've come to realize that over the course of this year. Blood status aside, you're too amazing to treat so terribly. I see that now. I can't go back to treating you the way I did before. I dunno why. I've tried...believe me, I've tried. But I just can't do it."
"You literally just put everything I'm feeling for you into words."
His heart leapt. She was feeling something for him? Feelings...any sort of feelings were enough. Just as long as she was thinking about him...
The quietly finished their soup and Draco put the dishes in the sink, setting them to washing themselves with a wave of his wand.
"I'm going to take a shower, alright?" He said.
"Mmkay," replied Hermione. She walked over the the sofa and busied herself with reading the Prophet.
She leaned back against the armrest and stretched her legs out over the rest of the cushions. She had the while sofa to herself for a while, she might as well relax.
She smiled to herself, thinking about the boy in the shower. She thought about how nice he was being...how he made her tea...and soup...and he called her by name. Her first name.
He wasn't one for first names and kind gestures. And he mentioned not being able to treat her the way he used to.
Did that mean that he was starting to have feelings for her? She really hoped so.
She knew her friends wouldn't be happy, but they would have to get over it.
Her mind wandered very bad places as he though about him...in the shower.
She was going to the 7th year ball...with Draco Malfoy. She smiled excitedly.
Did he have feelings for her? She wasn't sure, but she was sure as hell going to find out.
Draco came out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a pair of loose sweatpants. She stared at him, wishing that she could run her hands up his toned, muscular chest. She smiled at him and bit down on her bottom lip.
He froze. The way she was looking at him...it was so...sexy. He ran a hand through his messy, towel dried hair as he walked over to the sofa.
She started to move her legs to make room for him to sit, but he stopped her. He lifted her legs and sat, laying her legs on his lap.
"Anything important?" He asked, gesturing to the Prophet. He picked up Quidditch through the Ages again, flipping to where he had left off. He only had a few pages left, and he wanted to finish it.
"Not really. I haven't seen any names that I recognize, either." she replied solemnly, referring to the list of deaths.
He nodded and began reading, absentmindedly resting his hand on Hermione's leg.
She swallowed, trying to focus on the paper and not his burning touch on her leg.
He turned the page of his book, and started running his hand over her smooth leg. He heard her sharp intake of breath and smiled inwardly.
He finished his book and put it down. Hermione followed suit and put down the paper.
She sat up slowly, stifling a yawn. She rolled her neck and shoulders around, amazed at how stiff slouching on a sofa can make you.
"Stiff?" Asked Draco.
She nodded.
"A bit."
He motioned for her to turn around. She did and he moved her hair to the side and began to massage her neck. She sighed, his warm hands slowly working out the kinks in her neck.
"Draco?"
"Yes?"
"I just don't understand...all of this. You're so...sweet...and I never, ever thought that I would say that about you. All of this...taking care if me, asking me to the ball..."
He sighed.
"I can't explain it, Hermione. I truly can't. All I know is that I can't look at you the way I used to."
He leaned his forehead against the back of her head. He took a deep breath, breathing her in. Her hair smelled of fresh strawberries.
He smiled and went back to rubbing her shoulders, now starting to work his way down her back.
His hands reached her waist and continued to her lower back.
She turned around and gazed at him curiously. Their eyes met and they simply stared, blue meeting brown. They drifted closer and closer until their lips were a hair's breadth away...but then the clock suddenly went off, indicating that it was 10 o' clock. Hermione gasped in surprise at the noise and stood up quickly, blushing slightly.
Draco chuckled and stood up as well. He took her hand in his.
"You should really go to bed," he said softly.
"I really don't want to, though. I happen to be enjoying myself with you."
She had been enjoying herself...with him...he grinned inwardly.
"You could be enjoying yourself alot more..." he said with a wink, feeling bold.
She laughed.
"She's so beautiful," he thought.
He wanted nothing more than to pull her into his arms and kiss her full, pink lips. But he couldn't...could he?
"Dirty, dirty mind, Mr. Malfoy," she said playfully.
"Of course. I'm with you," he joked.
She laughed again, placing her hand on his chest.
"Thank you again, for all you did for me today," she said softly.
He wordlessly pulled her into his arms. She fit so perfectly in his arms, it was like she was made to fit there. He rested his cheek in the top of her head.
"It was nothing," he said.
"Yes, it was. And...I'm really happy that I'm going to the ball with you tomorrow. "
He pulled back, hands on her slim shoulders and looked intently into her face.
"You are?" He asked.
She ran her tongue over her irresistible pink lips.
"I am."
He could no longer take this...simply standing here, staring at the thing he was coming to desire more than anything else in the world.
He took her face in his hands and gently pressed his lips to hers. It shocked her at first, but then she kissed him back, loving the feeling of his lips on hers.
Hermione could not believe that she was standing here in the common room, kissing the boy she had been trying to supress her feelings for since...well, since soon after the start of term. And now she was really kissing him. She, Hermione Granger was kissing Draco Malfoy. She almost couldn't believe it!
His hands dropped from her face to her shoulders and he ran them over her arms to her waist. He pulled her closer to him, deepening the kiss and running his hands up her sides. The feel of her soft skin under his hands was getting to be too much for him.
He knew that if his father ever found out about this he was as good as dead...but he didn't care anymore. The only thing that mattered now was the beautiful girl he was kissing, and the feel of her skin under his fingertips. She was now slowly running her hands up his stomach and chest, taking her time tracing every muscle with her cool fingertips.
He finally broke the kiss but didn't release her. she looked at him curiously, biting her bottom lip. He brushed her hair out of her face, and suddenly scooped her up into his arms.
She squealed in surprise and he chuckled.
"What are you..." she started to say, but he cut her off.
"It's bedtime. " he said with a wink as he began walking toward his bedroom, her small frame in his arms.
"Draco..."
"Don't worry. We won't do anything you don't want to do."
"Thank you," she whispered, nuzzling her face into his neck.
He kissed her lightly and set her down on his bed, flicking his wand at the common room to snuff the candles there, and again at his ceiling to light his candles and give them some light.
Hermione stood up and walked over to him.
"You're really hot, you know that?" She said.
He grinned.
"I do now," he said with a wink.
She grinned back and ran her hands up his arms. She returned the wink and he kissed her, less gently this time. He pulled her close and run his hands up and down her sides, driving her crazy. She tangled a hand in his hair and ran the other over his chest. She bit playfully on his bottom lip and then traced it with her tongue.
He granted her entrance and their tongues began battling heatedly as he began teasingly playing with the bottom of her shirt. He hadn't even realized that they had moved until she placed both hands on his chest and pushed him down on the bed. She ran her hands down his chest and kissed her way down his jaw to his neck. She ran her tongue over his Adam's Apple and sucked on the hollow of his throat. She traced his jaw with her tongue and sucked on the sensitive area below his ear, earning a moan from him. She nipped at the spot and kissed him roughly on the lips, her fingers wandering down to the top of his sweatpants. She kissed down his neck and traced each muscle in his stomach with her tongue before running her tongue along the top of his pants. He groaned and pulled her up to him, flipping her so that he was on top of her. He ran his hands up her sides and over her stomach, kissing her neck and sucking on sensitive spots. He kissed her collarbone down to the neckline of her shirt. He fisted her shirt in his hands and slowly pulled it off of her, amazed that she let him. He looked lustily at her pale blue lace bra and kissed her roughly. He ran his hands up her stomach again, running his thumbs over the bottom of her bra. He slowly covered her breasts with his hands, massaging them gently. She moaned against his lips and he pulled away to trace the top of her bra with his tongue. He was reaching around behind her for the clasp of her bra when she gently stopped his hand.
"Not yet," Hermione said, her breathing ragged.
Draco nodded and kissed her gently before pulling back the the covers.
"Stay with me tonight?" He asked, crawling between the sheets.
She smiled and nodded, sliding in after him. She laid her head on his chest and he wrapped his arms around her waist. She kissed his chest sweetly and closed her weary eyes.
"Goodnight, Draco," she said.
He smiled and closed his eyes as well.
"Goodnight, Hermione," he replied softly.
They each filled the other's dreams that night. They didn't know why they had done what they did, but they both knew they wanted more.
Their last waking thought was the same.
"What have I gotten myself into?"
