Chapter One
The thin line of light
I have (with my proofreaders help) re-edited the whole of this story it will be the first of my re-edited stories. I am sorry it's taken so long but I have been writing my dissertation and my proof reader has had his exams starting. Please review and enjoy
Love C.J.
Hermione Granger was sat in the boiling common room of Gryffindor tower. It was June and a fire was burning in the grate Hermione wiped the sweat from her brow as she turned another page in the huge book she was reading.
"Hermione exams are over," her friend Harry Potter said as he entered the room "this is insane if you must read that book you can come outside to read it with me, Ron and Ginny."
"I just wanted to read up on that second question in charms." Harry knew perfectly well that he was not going to get Hermione to change but if he could get her outside at least she wouldn't die of heat exhaustion.
Hermione sat languidly on the grass trying not to laugh at Ron's disgusted face as Harry and his sister kissed, she concentrated on finding out the answer to the question in the charms paper. Upon failing she slammed that particular book close.
"I am going to the library."
"Hermione," Ginny said managing to break herself away from Harry "stay here give yourself a break."
"I'll be back in ten minutes."
Hermione walked into the cool entrance hall and up the stairs into the library she looked in the advanced charm section sat upon a desk leafing through a book she wanted.
"Granger," said a low voice.
"What do you want Malfoy?" Hermione asked thoroughly annoyed.
"Nothing," he replied placing his finger down the spine of the book Hermione was reading. Just as he paused he turned to her then pushed his lips onto Hermione's, her first reaction was to push him off but she felt herself melt into the kiss and for some reason she felt herself pulling him in.
Hermione had only had two kisses in her life one by a childhood sweetheart and the other by a summer fling neither had felt like this. Malfoy felt like he fitted with her somehow. Hermione pushed him away but she saw a little twinkle in his eye, he knew that she had enjoyed it.
"Do you know where the room of requirement is?" Malfoy asked Hermione nodded "good met me there tonight."
Hermione had no idea why she was agreeing to this but she nodded again.
"Where have you been?" Ron asked
"I couldn't find the book," Hermione smiled.
"History of the French language?" Ron asked reading the spine.
"Yes," she said exacerbated.
Hermione had no idea why but at eight pm that evening she found herself standing outside the room of requirement Draco hadn't even specified a time and she had no idea why she would be here but she decided to go through with her convictions and opened the door.
Malfoy was sat languidly in a chair by an open grate fire with the book "On Liberty" in his hand.
"Hey" Hermione said quietly.
"What am I doing here?" her mind thought. Whilst Malfoy had generally shut up in the last two years no longer insulting her, Ron or Harry the names he had called her in the past stuck in her mind.
Then Draco kissed her just on the cheek and she felt her cheek burn like someone had applied a hot coal.
"Look Malfoy we need to talk"
"Really?" he said going to kiss her on the lips.
"Look you've called me names for several years Malfoy."
"And have I for the last two years?"
"No," Hermione replied in a small voice.
"Good," Draco said passing her a wine glass Hermione drunk quickly before pushing herself onto him. She kissed him strongly and felt that same rush that she had felt that afternoon.
Hermione felt herself become a little dizzy from the wine she had drunk she kissed the neck of Draco as he quickly downed a firewhiskey, his third of the evening but she didn't need to know that.
He kissed her back and pulled her onto the bed Hermione pulled off his t-shirt and paused to look at his arm.
"Oh," she paused looking at his arm "no mark."
He pulled her head up to look him in the eyes "no mark I never have been nor will I ever be a death eater."
Hermione then pushed herself onto him and onto the bed.
An hour later Hermione lay on the bed breathing deeply as Malfoy passed her a glass of wine. She was silently thinking that she should perhaps tell Draco she had just given him her virginity but she doubted he would care; she was probably another notch on his bedpost.
"You know those back up plans that people make like ten years time that we will get married." Draco began his voice decidedly influenced by the alcohol he had consumed.
"Yeah," Hermione smiling "like I am ever going to marry you."
"Oh come on Hermione," he smiled "marry me in loads of years when we're old."
"Ten years we'll be twenty eight that's old" she started laughing at him.
"Please," he said.
"You're drunk?"
"Yes," she carried on laughing again.
"Go on then."
Draco took his wand from the table and cast a thin line of light it was white in color and slowly curled around his left upper arm and Hermione's upper right arm contracting and pulling their arms tight together and the second their arms touched the light disappeared the whole show was quite impressive considering the alcohol that he had consumed.
"Do you Hermione Granger say that if you're not married in ten years you will meet me Draco Malfoy at errrr"
"Westminster," Hermione interjected "Westminster Bridge."
"Westminster Bridge," continued Draco "then marry me the next day."
"I do," she giggled "do you Draco Malfoy promise to meet me on Westminster bridge in ten years and marry me."
"If you're not married, " put in Draco
"If I am not married," copied Hermione.
"I do," he replied.
Hermione pulled him back onto the bed.
The next day Hermione felt her head a little woolly she must have drunk an awful lot of wine last night.
"Hermione?" Ginny asked, "are you ok?"
"I am fine," she smiled as they boarded the train "it's just leaving Hogwarts forever you know."
Ginny smiled as she left the train platform she had to admit she would not be looking forward to leaving Hogwarts herself in the next year.
Hermione looked down the platform to the very end of the train where she saw Draco looking at her but the moment he saw her staring back he avoided her gaze and boarded the train.
