A Dramione Drabble

Hermione folded the Marauder's Map, tucked it into her bag, and ducked surreptitiously behind the tapestry of the Cornish Pixies. A small alcove was concealed behind a stonewall that allowed passage when you walked into it. She had stumbled upon it fourth year during an emergency trip to the library in the wee hours of the morning, looking for something, anything, to keep Harry alive during the tournament. She took one last peek around the edge of the tapestry to make sure she had not been followed and, satisfied with her seclusion, turned and walked through the stone.

Draco was waiting for her beyond the stone, propped up against the wall. Her heart raced a little faster when she saw him, his eyes fixed solely upon her. He had no right to look that good she thought, as she took a few steps closer. None at all.

"I saw your note," she said.

"I assumed you did," he replied, a small smile playing on his lips, "otherwise you wouldn't be here."

Hermione loved it when he smiled that way, something that was reserved only for her. She was torn; thankful he saved that smile for her eyes, but sad the rest of the world would never see it.

"Right," she exhaled, her own smile slipping onto her face as he closed the gap between them. Her bookbag slid down her arm and she tossed it gently on the floor before he laced their fingers together.

He spoke quietly, as if the words gained too much momentum they would become tainted, "I missed you today."

"Really?"

"Mhmm," he replied. "I never study as well on my own, now I've gotten used to you."

Hermione let out a low laugh, "I can't say I know the feeling. I just study fine anywhere," she teased, her eyes bright.

Draco rolled his eyes, still smiling, "Of course you do. You're Hermione Granger."

"At least you know who you're dealing with."

"I do know that," he murmured.

Their faces were inching closer together, his eyes flicked down to her lips when she nibbled the bottom one unconsciously.

Their lips met.

It was sweet and delicate, slightly hesitant. The kind of kiss that promised more, but offered gently.

After a moment they broke apart, she sighed, foreheads resting together, soppy smiles on both their faces. Their friendship had been slow growing, taken years of secret and silent study sessions to develop. This, she thought, was something new and different. And very, very right.