Hermione Jean Granger knew it was wrong, sneaking out, night after night, just to see one boy. But, he wasn't just ANY boy. He was THE boy. The boy that had stolen her heart from the get go. Draco Scorpius Malfoy. She was bound to be caught by Harry or Ron, or even worse, Fred and George Weasley. But at the moment, she didn't care. It wasn't even a thought in her mind as she slid through the door of the Room of Requirements, to see Draco standing in front of a fireplace, waiting for her. She smiled and rubbed her sweaty palms on her black skirt. It was always like this, she was always nervous to see him, even though there was no reason for her to be nervous. She stood there, admiring Draco from the back. He was taller than her, but not as tall as Ron was. His platinum hair looked red and gold because of the fire that was roaring before him. He also had a nice build, he was lean, but had muscle from playing Quidditch since his second year. They said cruel things to one another throughout the day, and then made up for it later that night.
"Ya know Granger, I can feel you staring." Draco said calmly, slowly turning to face her, his signature smirk across his face.
"Piss off." Hermione said as her face grew red.
"Is that any way to talk to your boyfriend?" Draco asked as he slowly walked towards her.
Hermione sighed, "You're right. I am sorry." She said quietly, as she closed the gap that was between them.
"Atta girl." Draco said as he wrapped one arm around her waist and the other went into her bushy hair. He pulled her close and kissed her passionately on the lips. One of Hermione's arms went around Draco's neck, and the other clutched at his shirt and tie as she kissed him back.
"Bloody hell." A voice said, making the two pulled away. Hermione looked to see Harry Potter standing by the door, a silk cloak pooled at his feet.
"Oh great, scar head followed you tonight." Draco said with exasperation. Hermione glanced at him to see that he was quite annoyed to be interrupted. Hermione still had her hand on his shirt, and his was still entangled in her hair.
"Oh, lovely night eh Harry?" Hermione asked as she pulled away from Draco.
Harry looked at her with confusion for a moment, before understanding washed over him and he put one hand in his pant pocket, and the other ran through his hair and he chuckled lightly. "Yes, yes it is." He said brightly.
