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A/N: My first fanfic...please be gentile...:P...and of course...please review. Sorry if my grammar is bad...it's been years since i've read, writen or spoken english...
THE HIDDEN PROPHECY
3. Feelings.
Three hours later, the Hogwarts Express puled in to Hogsmeade station. Hermione stood up and darted out of the compartment without a word. They both helped Hagrid round up the first years, and headed for the carriages. There was only one left. Hermione sighted and got in.
She didn't really whant to talk to him. Not because she was angry, but because of the embarasment. He had verbaly tortured her for the past six years, and yet, when he kissed her, she gived herself in. She whanted to ask thouh. She needed to know.
''Mal...Draco?''
Draco was a little taken abak with the use of his name from her. He liked how it sounded.
''Yes..Granger?''
He was looking at her, but she wasn't looking at him.
''Why did you kiss me?''
'Oh..what the hell am I suposed to say now? The truth?'
''Honestly?''
''Obvious..'' Hermione answered with a chuckle.
''If I would tell you that I don't know...would you belive me?''
Hermione shot him a puzzled look, but answered. ''Maybe.''
''Can I ask you something now?''
'Oh Merlin...here is comes..no..no..no..''
''Why did you kiss me back?''
'Shit!'
''Mind if I use your answer?''
''Meaning?'' Draco shot up an eyebrow.
''Meaning...I don't know why...''Hermione sighed.
Draco blinked a few times, and started laughing.
''What's so funny?'' Hermione asked, a little irritated.
''Us!'' he answered, chuckling.
''What do you mean?''
''For once..I'm going to tell you the truth. For me that was the most amazing snog I ever had, and...I have no idea to why I did it. And...I didn't whant to let go.''
Hermione was shocked, her eyes were so wide that she couldn't even blink, and her cheeks, well, those resembled more like two tomatos. She oppened her mouth to say something, but no sound came out. Her4mione turned her eyes towards the window, but she wasn't seeing anything, not even the window. What could she tell him? Accepting the fact that she liked it would be devastating. What would Harry and Ron think of her? She would surely loose them as friends. No...she had to deny everything...she had to lye.
''Aren't you going to say something?'' Draco asked.
''What is there to say? It was a mistake...nothing else.'' Hermione said, with a blank expression on her face.
Draco tried to understand her...read her expresion...look for a feeling on her face...but there was none.
He sighed, and leaned back in his seat. This was a lost cause. He had just confessed to her that he liked kissing her...he had never done that. Besides..that was not likely to happen again.
Reaching that Great Hall, the parted without a word, and each heading towards his own table.
During dinner, Hermione was starring at her plate and playing with her food. She risked a glance toward the Slytherin table that was met with silver eyes who were starring back. She blushed and quickly looked away. But she couldn't avoid him forever, afterall, they would be sharing a common room.
Hermione tried as best as she could not to look at him during the walk behind professor McGonagall towards their rooms, but she could feel his eyes searching her face.
They reached the portrait, said the password,'Fiery ice'', walked inside, and straight to their rooms.
After showering, Hermione climbed in bed, and stared at the ceiling. She couldn't sleep. It was a bit weird thouh, she was feelong some kind of pulling towards the common room. Somehow she knew that Draco would be there, and she didn't whant to face him. A thousand thoughts ran trough her head, all at once, making her dizzy.
'What should I do?, Why do I feel like I need him?, What would Harry and Ron say?...Why should I care what they say?, Should I tell him the truth?...Maybe.'
She slowly got off the bed, and walked trough the door to the common room. It was dark, the only light comnig from the fireplace, and there he was, on the couch, resting his elbows on his knees, and looking at the fire. Hermione swalowed hard, and walked towards him.
''Can I talk to you a minute?''
''What do you whant Granger?'' Draco answered, still looking at the fire.
''Listen...about what I said...''
''Don't bother...I understand...It was nothing to you and...''
''I lied!'' Hermione said, sitting beside him on the couch.
Her answer made Draco's breath stop. Was this his imagination again? Because he did imagine this exact scene, over and over again since they talked. Hermione telling him that she lied, and hat she did like it, and whanted more...maybe. He turned around, to face her, and saw her appologetic look.
''What do you mean by that?'' Draco wispered. He was afraid to speak lowder actually, afraid that maybe this really was a halucination, and by speaking lowder, would scare her away.
''Well...Idon't really know why I'm saying this...but it did mean something to me. Idon't know how, or why... but I felt exactly the way you did.''
''Why didn't you tell me?''Draco's eyes were already a darker shade of blue, remembering the way that her body felt against his, and anticipating the feelings that were to come, if she whanted it as much as him.
''I didn't know, and I still don't know, mind you, what to think of it...I mean...for the past six years you and your friends were entertaining yourselves insulting me. How do I know this isn't the same thing...how do I know that you aren't just playing with me...how do you expect me to react positive, if I know the way you are...''
In an instant, Draco's lips came crushing hers. In that moment her mind went blank. The only thing she knew, and cared about was that moment, that kiss, that feeling. And she had only one word to describe them all...amazing.
A few minutes later, they parted, due to the lack of oxigen, and Draco rested his forehead on hers.
''How was that for an explanation?''Draco asked, grinning.
''Not bag actually. Ok..we have to go to sleep, we have classes tomorrow.''
''Ok...good night...Hermione.''
''Good night Draco.''
''Draco?''
''Yes?''
''Can we please keep this to ourselves? ''
''Umm...sure..it's for the best.''
''Thanks.''
They kissed one more time, and headded to their rooms.
Morning didn't come as quickly as Draco thought it would, all night he had tossed and turned in bed...at one point he had almost rushed out of his room and into Hermione's, but the bit of logic that stayed with him after that second kiss, told him that that would scare her, and she would never trust him. So he stayed in his room, and fought the puling that he felt as best as he could.
''Minerva.'' he acknoleged the transfiguration professor, who had just stepped in his office.
''Did you talk to her?'' he asked.
''Yes..I've told her...Poppy will inform me at once, if she finds anything.''
''Good. You know...I'm thinking of informing Severus as well.'' Dumbledore said.
''Whatever you think is best Albus. But...I have to ask...do you have any idea of who they might be?'
''Actually, that is the reason, why I whant to tell Severus...I think it involves a certain beloved student of his...and also the prophecy talks about a potion...we might need him.''
''A certain student...beloved? I doubt Severus has a beloved student in this school...besides...You think...'' Realisation struck with the professor and she widened her eyes. '' I understand...he would be the snake...but the lion?''
Dumbledore leaned forward in his chair, and looked McGonagall in the eye.
''Who does he consider an enemy? And she considers him evil?...'' he had the twinkle in his eyes and a smile on his lips.
McGonagall looked puzzled at him...trying to understand what he was talking about...and then it hit her.
''Oh...Merlin...you think...The irony..'' she said with a smile on her face. ''Are you going to tell them?''
''All in good time Minerva.''
''Are you going to tell Mr Potter?''
''If it will be necessary...As for now I don't see the need. But I will ask of you to keep an eye on them, I will also talk to Severus tonight. Three heads are better than one or two.''
''As you wish. Good night Headmaster.''
''Good night professor.''
Ten minutes after the conversation with McGonagall, Dumbledore was knocking on the door that lead to Severus Snape's chambers.
''Headmaster...what may I owe this late visit?'' Snape asked, leadind Dumbledore to one of the two armchairs by the fireplace.
''Severus, I have something for you to see.'' he said, handing the potions professor the same piece of parchment that he had shown to McGonagall.
Dumbledore stood silent as he watched the potions master read and reread the parchment. And he got the reaction he had hoped for.
''If this is what I think it is...It could be the answer to everything...the answer we have been waiting for.''
''Yes, I also belive that. I have a question for you...do you know of such potion?''
''Actually...you could search any book on potions and you won't find one...but I do have one...one of my own invention.''
''Hmm...how convenient.''
''Indeed. I trust you already know who the prophecy reffers to?''
''Indeed I do...At least I think I do, and I would like to ask of you to keep an eye on them.''
''Whatever you need... Who are they?''
''I belive that the prophecy talks about...our Head Boy and Girl...''
