For me, you're it
A Draco Hermione Fic
Obligatory Disclaimer: Don't own it, don't want to. Might want to own Tom Felton though, but that's not Harry Potter.
Hermione Granger walks down the cold corridors of the Gryffindor Tower, determined to finally get away from her friends, her troubles, and even her studies.
There is no one in sight.
Good, she thinks, as she briskly makes her way to meet him, in the Room of Necessity.
Yes, Hogwarts has more than one of these rooms, what good would one room do when there is more than one couple planning a tryst at any given time?
The door appears before her even before she wished for it. A curve of a smile creeps around her lips, He's been waiting impatiently.
Walking into the Room, she is immediately bathing in a pool of light. Candlelight, that is.
The liberties one can take with these Rooms never cease to astound her. Not only is the Room anything but a traditional room with 4 walls and such, it was out of this world, literally. Looking around in wonder, she observed the cave-like, hot springs setting, complete, of course, with its very talented maker.
The glowing figure of one Draco Malfoy sat by the edge of the little pool, kicking at the water, steam puffing violently where he kicked. He slowly turns his head, the slightly annoyed face he projected earlier vanishes as he smiles at her presence. She returns it half wittingly, unsure what to make of her surroundings.
I think you've outdone yourself, love, she tells him. But she makes no move to close the distance between them.
He gestures to the little clearing next to the spring, where a large rug of animal fur lay.
Is that real fur? She asks, hesitant to condone killing animals for the sake of humans. You see, in her mind, man and beast is equal, mind you, evil is as evil does, though.
At her inquiry, he easily laughs, knowing full well she would question it.
Of course not, love, I know you better than that.
It scares her just how much he knows her, just how much he loves her, and just how much he's willing to do for her.
At that, she crosses over to the clearing, the warm candlelight across the cave and the steam providing a painfully romantic atmosphere. She sits down on the faux fur sheepishly, grinning at the softness of it and the thoughtful person who created it.
Without wiping his wet feet, he trudges over to join her on their makeshift nest. She was about to protest when he swiftly, and quite literally too, sweeps her off her feet with a mindblowingly gentle kiss on the lips.
Couldn't get away soon enough, huh? He asks after slowly pulling away. She was still too entranced to answer or even think about what he asked.
He gently lay down next to her, pulling her body close to his, his warmth from the hot springs radiating off to her body.
She relishes in this sensation of being truly and completely relaxed snuggled next to him, the one she loves and loves to hate.
Let's sleep, ok? He suggests.
What, he went through all of this just so they can sleep on faux fur in a hot spring cave? She thinks, and then asks, why are you so good to me?
He lifts his head slightly to look at her inquisitively, almost mocking her silly question.
He blows a gentle kiss to her curly locks, hugging her even closer, and replies, because I thought you should be allowed to dream some sweet dreams tonight.
She bends her head slightly to look up into his eyes.
But I don't need to. For me, you're it.
~End~