Hermione had a secret, oh it was a terrible secret, and if anyone found out, she would be shipped off to St. Mungos! Her secret was she snuck out of the commons every night; it doesn't seem like a big deal, unless you know who she was going to see. Draco Lucius Malfoy. You're probably wondering why she would leave the safety of her commons without any back-up to see the egotistic pompous Slytherin, and you wouldn't believe it even if you saw it yourself.
Hermione took each stone step slowly up to the Astronomy Tower, her heart beating a beat faster with each step. She finally reached the top and saw the alabaster blond standing against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest, he wore pure green pajamas, and he fiddled with his wand in his right hand.
"Granger." He greeted.
She wanted to sneer, not because it was Draco either, because of how he greeted her. "Malfoy." She spat back.
He pushed off the wall and crossed the tower to stand in front of her, lifting his free hand to cup her cheek, his palm was freezing against her warm cheek, she shuddered. "Hermione..." He whispered before pushing their lips together.
Hermione smiled into the kiss, running both her hands up to rest on each side of his neck and pulling away. "Draco."
Draco smiled, and then took a look around the tower, his lips falling into a frown. "I'm sure you're wondering why I owled you to come here."
"I figured there might be another reason besides just wanting to snog." She said a hint of worry in her tone. "What's wrong, Draco?"
"We can't do this anymore."
Hermione wanted to gasp, but she didn't, she ignored the ping in her chest, she knew it was true, they had fun over the last few months, but the sneaking around was killing her. "I understand."
"I'm sor-"
"Don't." She said harshly, pulling his chin back to face her and pressing her lips to his for a chaste kiss. "I understand. It's the sneaking around, your family, it's everything."
Draco tensed, giving a curt nod. "Yes..." He whispered, pushing their lips together once more and then pulling away.
"I'll go now. Have a nice night, Draco." Hermione said, placing a kiss to his cheek and then turning on her heel to walk out of the tower.
Draco lifted his arms to wrap around his body, closing his eyes tightly. "I love you." He whispered, shivering as he was hit by the cold breeze of the late June night. He knew that the reasons she stated weren't why, she would hate him after tomorrow, after he succeeded in his mission, it was either succeed or die, there was no choice in the matter, and letting her go now would ultimately be for the best, for then she wouldn't need to grieve over a secret boyfriend, oh he would hope she would grieve, but it would be easier if they cut all ties prior.
He turned to stare out at the grounds, a tear falling down his pale cheek as his arms fell to his side. He let out a stuttering breath and decided if he did survive this, when Voldemort was fallen and if they were both alive, he would seek her out, beg for forgiveness, and shout his love to the world for her.
Little did he know nearly a year later after the war had fallen and repairs began on the castle, would he stumble upon Hermione kissing Ronald Weasley, a smile planted on her face, happiness shining from her eyes, happiness he could never give her, he decided it was best if she was with the Weasley bloke, for he had been corrupted by too much darkness.