Chapter 1
Hermione had been having a particularly bad day. And she didn't like remembering in the least.
For one, she woke up late and almost missed breakfast, and the look Malfoy gave her was very unnerving. She had sensed a hidden meaning behind it. His mouth in a grim line barely turned up at the ends and his eyes sparkling with mischief
and …….longing. She met his eyes as she passed by and her heart skipped a beat. She was startled by her reaction to him. He's Draco Malfoy for crying out loud. No way did she just get butterflies in her stomach for making eye contact with Draco Malfoy.
So she was confused about the Malfoy situation, and then the second reason she was having a particularly bad day was that after lunch Ron insisted on copying her Transfiguration homework and took forever causing them to be late to class. He then blamed it on her saying it was her fault for not eating fast enough. So Hermione had a very good reason to be pissed at Ron.
Then to top it all off, when she tried to tell Harry about it all he heard was "butterflies in my stomach". He looked at her like she was nuts and yelled at her for having "feeling" for Malfoy. She had tried to explain but he wouldn't listen. Everyone in the common room was staring at her as Harry stormed out. Now it was 1:45 in the morning and she was still sitting in front of the fire, fuming.
"I need something to drink," she said to no one in particular. She got up and left the common room through the portrait hole.
"Where do you think you're going?" asked the Fat Lady.
"To get a glass of water," said Hermione.
"You're going to get caught."
"No, I won't," Hermione replied.
"Suit your-self," the Fat Lady said with a sniff.
Hermione quietly walked down the hallway stopping only once to wait for Peeves to pass by rattling the suits of armor as he went. Surprisingly she mad it to the fruit painting with no other problems. She tickled the pear and opened the door into the kitchen. She heard something moving around in the far corner, then silence. She wondered where the house-elves went for the night, thinking it was too early to be starting breakfast. She stared into the shadows……..and met two silver-grey eyes staring back at her.
"Draco?" she asked. A dark figure walked out of the shadows into the light.
"Oh, Hermione….ahh…I mean, what are you doing here?" he snapped, acting as if he wasn't just trying to hide from her. Ignoring his rudeness, she answered.
"Getting glass of water. Why were you hiding?" she asked, "Oh….you thought I was a teacher. Well, I'm not Draco, so you don't have to hide."
"I noticed," Malfoy sneered
"What are you doing here?" Hermione asked.
"For your information, I was getting a glass of wa…..hey! You called me Draco." He said surprised.
"So?"
"No one calls me Draco except my parents and my girlfr……Pansy." He finished shortly.
"Pansy's your girlfriend?" she asked shocked. She never knew Draco and Pansy were together, though she shouldn't have been surprised. What was surprising though was that she felt a small twinge of regret.
"Yes she is. But I don't love her." he said quietly.
"Why not?" asked Hermione.
"Because, I have feelings for someone else." he answered.
Hermione was taken aback. Draco Malfoy had feelings for someone? She didn't think he had a heart. But he was spilling his guts. "May I ask who?" Malfoy paled and suddenly looked like a scared little boy cowering in front of his father. He gulped nervously.
"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." she said quickly.
"No! I want to. It's about time I said something!" He wiped the back of his hand across his forehead. "I love you, Hermione!" he blurted out.
Hermione stumbled backwards as if he had shoved her. "Me?" she yelled. "But you hate me! You call me "filthy mudblood. And you pick on me all the time." Hermione was shocked; though she couldn't help blushing and getting all tingly.
"Yes, I know. But I was just covering up my feelings for you. I've loved you since I met you. When I first saw you on the train our first year, I thought you were the most beautiful creature I had ever seen." Malfoy said.
"Yeah, but….."
"How would it look if a Malfoy feel-in-love with a mudblood? No offence!" he said quickly.
Hermione understood percectly. She smiled shyly at him. He gave her the biggest grin she had ever seen. It lit up his handsome face just right. And in that instent she loved him more then life itself. Who cared what Harry and Ron thought. Who cares that he's in Slytherin. Who cares that he's a Malfoy! She loved him so much in a split second it was almost impossible. She ran across the kitchen and threw her arms around his neck. He looked startled for a moment, then wrapped his arms around her waist and slammed his lips down on hers. He kissed her hungrily and passionately; her matching his every emotion. He softened the kiss, just barely grazing her lips. He kissed the side of her mouth, her cheek, her jaw, her neck, then back up and down the other side. Meanwhile she ran her hands up into his white-blonde hair feeling the silky softness of it. He explored her back then moved lower feeling her firm rear. She moved closer to him moaning as shockwaves of warmth coursed through her body. He recaptured her panting mouth running his tongue over her lips. She opened her mouth to receive him and he explored the inside. She massaged his shoulders, digging her nails in when he caressed her backside again. He withdrew from her mouth, inviting her into his. She took his invitation and ran her tongue over his straight white teeth. She pulled out and kissed his chin. Shuddering, he tightened his grip on her. He ran his tongue up her throat to her ear. He breathed into it. She tingled with anticipation. He suckled her ear lobe while reaching under her shirt and cupping a satin encased breast. He rubbed his thumb over her nipple feeling it harden. She gasped at the sudden shock of pleasure. She moaned and grabbed for his mouth kissing him hotly.
Then with difficulty, she pulled away. A look of disappointment crossed his face. He started to speak but she placed her fingers over his lips and said, "We should go. It's getting late."
Draco looked at his watch. It read 3:53. He groaned; he had to be outside on the Quidditch Field for practice in an hour. He was Slytherin's team captain and couldn't be late. "Alright," he said with regret. He loosened his arms around her resting his hands on her hips, hers on his shoulders. They let go clasping hands as they turned and walked out of the kitchen, his forgotten glass of water still on the counter. They walked to the end of the hallway and passed through the door leading to the entrance hall. They stood looking at each other with smiles of pleasure on their faces barely visible in the darkness. They kissed softly and against her lips he whispered, "Until tomorrow, my angel."
He then bowed and kissed the back of her hand, making her smile and giggle with delight. He smiled a charming smile, then slowly backed away. She did the same then turned and started walking up the marble staircase. Suddenly she whipped around and called out, "Draco?"
From some distance away she heard his reply. "Yes?"
"What are we going to tell people?" she asked.
"We're going to tell them nothing." She heard from a little bit closer.
"But how will we act around people?"
"Like we always do." He said coming out of the shadows. Hermione didn't think she'd mind him calling her mudblood anymore after tonight. She knew he wouldn't mean it. She jumped down the stairs closing the distance between them and wrapped her arms around his waist pulling his lips to hers kissing him lightly. "Goodnight then." She said.
"Goodnight, my love." He kissed her back, giving her a tight squeeze, then let go. They both turned around and walked away in opposite directions. Her to Griffyndor tower, him to the Slytherin dungeons.
By the time Hermione crawled into bed, she could barely keep her eyes open. She sank down into the feather soft sheets with a sigh. She was asleep in seconds.
Draco couldn't sleep. He was wide awake remembering her soft lips on his, her firm backside in his hands, her stiff nipple under his thumb. She had a wonderful body. One he hoped to explore further and more in depth.
He finally dozed off 20 minutes before having to get up. Hermione on the other hand, was deep in sleep, dreaming of the man she loved.
