"What the bloody hell are you talking about?" Ron shot back. He had no intention of listening for an answer though because he began to get all his things together.
At this time, the train was slowing to a stop. Ron was still looking at her like she was speaking another language but when the train finally jerked to a stop, he stood up, with Harry following his every move. He walked past her, making sure to ram her in the arm on the way out. Once he and Harry had past, she rubbed her shoulder when he had just hit her and she felt the tears building up again.
Hermione was left alone in the compartment since Ginny had left during her meeting to find her friends. She heard the rumble of a thundercloud and the noisy students in the hallway making their way onto Hogsmead Platform. She quickly grabbed her robes out of her trunk, changed, and began to pull it to the exit.
Once she had managed to get it through the door and onto the platform, she looked out from under the roof and noticed that the rain was coming down harder than ever. Just the thought of having to be out in it, directing the students to get to carriages as quickly as possible almost made Hermione want to pretend she didn't hear Professor McGonagall say this. But her usual teachers-pet side kicked in. She placed her trunk with the others off to the side of the platform, wrapped her cloak tighter around her and made her way out into the storm.
The wind was howling and biting at Hermione's cheeks. Being out in the downpour for only a minute or two, she was already soaked to the bone and her legs were starting to shake. She saw Draco about ten feet from her, yelling at the students to hurry up. He caught her eye for a second but went back to screaming at everyone.
Fifteen minutes after first getting off the train, Hermione was still surrounded by stragglers taking their time, not caring that Draco and Hermione were nearly frozen to death. The crowd began to thin and Draco had a good view of Hermione. He stood, completely unable to move, staring at the soaked Hermione. Her hair was drenched and it stuck to her head in loose curls. Her robe looked to be about ten pounds heavier with all the soaked up water. Hermione looked around the diminishing crowd and noticed Draco staring.
His florescent-like blond hair was matted to his forehead and his eyes squinted against the rain. Hermione could see that his gray sweater clung to his chest through his robes. They stood staring at one another while the rain around them came down harder than ever, just as it did on the night that Hermione found out that she had fallen in love with one man that she could never have.
Hermione stood staring transfixed at Draco and that's when all the memories came flooding back to her.
Flashback
It was mid-November of the trio's third year. The thunder resounding in the hills surrounding the castle. The rain pounded down so hard that it stung Hermione's face as she made her way to Herbology in greenhouse three. Unfortunately, they had class with the Slytherines this year. She was about half way to the greenhouses that were located on the side of the hill that Hogwarts rested on. Harry and Ron were already there from lunch because she had to talk to Professor McGonagall about her schedule.
The wind was whipping at Hermione's cloak as she jogged to class. Not even ten feet away from her, Draco, without his cronies, was making his way to class as well. Hermione turned to look at him as they ran to class to get out of the cold and rain.
Draco felt someone watching him. He turned to his head to the right and saw Hermione watching him as he walked. Both stopped dead when their eyes met. Each was soaked to the bone but forgot the rain was even there. Their hair was matted down to their heads and their clothes clung to their bodies.
Hermione had never seen his eyes like this before. There was something more to them, almost human. Not the cruel, heartless ones of a monster.
Draco had never seen her eyes like this before either. There wasn't hatred there or despise, but there was another look. One that was drawing him in. He, unconsciously, was walking toward Hermione. Both had forgotten about Herbology at this point. He was an arm length away when the thunder and lightning struck overhead and each jumped out of their trances.
Draco was the first to snap back to reality. He stumbled backwards in the muddy grass and began walking to the greenhouse. Hermione was still frozen where she was, unbelieving that what she just saw was real.
Draco was at the door but before he entered, he turned to look back at the shocked Hermione. She could tell he was as confused as she was. He turned back and walked through the door. It was in this moment that she had realized that she would be forever more be longing for that look again.
End Flashback
Hermione decided that she wasn't going to get wrapped up in those eyes ever again. Her and Draco spent the next three years pretending like there was nothing there, no spark between them.
She looked down at her feet and back up to Draco, but he wasn't there. Her gaze was held at where Draco had stood seconds before. She blinked and tried to get him out of her mind.
"Hermione…" someone whispered in her ear. She couldn't recognize who it was but she loved the sound of his voice. It was drawing her in. She slowly turned her head but kept her body facing forward.
It was happening again, she was falling in love with those eyes again. Dracos' face was millimeters away from hers. He looked back and forth between her eyes and her lips. Then, all of his control was lost and he leaned in and their lips met. He snaked his arms around her waist and she put her hands on top of his as her rested his hands on her stomach.
They stayed in this position for a good five minutes before yelling in the background caused them to pull apart. Where Draco was standing before, a small crowd had formed. There, in the front row was a very stunned Harry, Ron, Goyle, Crabbe, and a hurt Pansy.
Hermione and Draco's jaw dropped at the sight of their friends seeing them kissing their enemy. Hermione hadn't noticed that Draco's hands were still wrapped around her waist as she still had her hands on top of his. Draco was the first to break the uneasy and heavy silence. He buried his head in Hermione's neck and began to laugh. A laugh that Hermione had never heard Draco use. As he was laughing, his breath was playing on her neck and tickled her very much. She began to giggle as well and Draco squeezed her tighter to him. Their friends had no clue as to what was happening to Draco and Hermione but they knew someone was going to pay for it. Ron rounded on the by standing Slytherines and started yelling at them.
"What did he do to Hermione?" he screamed. Crabbe and Goyle just shrugged their shoulders stupidly and Pansy now had tears flowing down her cheeks and she was too choked up to answer. Ron turned back to the two laughing teens who were now laughing so hard that Hermione was crying.
It was Harry's turn to speak now, "What the bloody hell is so funny?" He tried to keep a straight face but the sight of the two in that position was too funny and he ended up smiling anyway. Ron turned to look at Harry and, surprisingly, began to smile himself.
"Why are you laughing?" Hermione said as she tried to breathe normally again.
"Nothing," was all Draco managed through his laughter.
His laughter slowly started to die off and lifted his head slightly from her shoulder and he began kissing her neck. He would stop and blow on where he had just kissed as it sent chills down her back. He moved his hands from around her stomach to her hips and he pulled her closer to him.
The onlookers decided that they really didn't want to see what they were doing so slowly they headed off in their own directions. The Gryffindors were the first to leave followed closely by the others. The last one to leave was a hysterical Pansy who had to be dragged away by Goyle and Crabbe.
Hermione and Draco never noticed everyone leaving, they were too wrapped up in each other to notice anything around them.
From the moment their lips had met, Hermione felt that this was what perfect felt like. It was where she felt that she wanted to be for the rest of her life, wrapped in Draco's embrace and kissing him.
Draco, the second after he began kissing Hermione, he knew that from that moment on, he would not be able to go a day without her touch, her kiss.
The kissing began to get more passionate and Hermione turned to face Draco. She snaked her arms around his neck and grabbed a hold of his hair. He rested his hands on her lower back, just above her jeans. They pulled closer to each other so that not even a slight breeze could pass through. Both knew that neither wanted to pull away but they had too. They leaned back, still wrapped in each other's arms and just staired back into the others eyes.
