The Potions Corridor.

"You remember in fifth year, Slughorn was our new potions master. For the first lesson he had brewed a draught of amortentia. I can see you now, know-it-all Granger:

'...for instance I smell, spearmint toothpaste, parchment, freshly mown grass and...' you never said what else. I desperately hoped it was something associated with me."

Hermione just smiled knowingly, Draco sighed and continued.

"I imagined you had said the scent of my soap or cologne and that you blushed furiously. When the lesson was over I imagined pinning you to the wall outside Slughorn's room demanding you tell me who you smelt and when you revealed it was me I would kiss you forcefully pressing you hard into the stone wall of the corridor. You would let out a small moan of desire that you didn't intend to escape and then I would step back from you and walk away."

"Cruel Draco!" She scolded.

"Ah, but no my love, I imaged that I sped down the corridor ahead of you and as you passed I caught your arm and pulled you with me into the broom cupboard."

"To what end?" Hermione enquired.

"Oh, I intended to snog you soundly, but nothing more"

Hermione chuckled at this.

"Well what are you waiting for Mr Malfoy, shall we?"

Draco led the way towards the potions classroom. He was about to live out one of the favourite fantasies of his 15 year old self. He may be a grown man now but the idea of pinning Hermione against the castle's ancient walls and snogging her soundly had never lost its potency.

As they approached the classroom door Draco spun suddenly and had Hermione pinned against the wall her hands above her head. His long muscle pressed deliciously against her holding her in place. The weight of him made her slightly breathless and she drew a deep breath that was in no small part from longing.

"Tell me Granger" he breathed into the shell of her ear as he acted his part. "What else was it that you smell?

"Wouldn't you like to know Malfoy?" She responded playing her role but with a playful undertone that she would never have used before.

"Do you smell it now?"

She breathed him in.

"Spearmint toothpaste, parchment, freshly mown grass and expensive spiced cologne."

He raised a brow at her.

"Oh yes Draco, it was you, always you."

"Merlin Hermione" he exclaimed in wonder.

He collided with her lips and snogged her passionately as he had promised he would. Then snapped away from her, turned on his heals and disappeared.

Hermione smirked. She would have been confused had he done this in their youth but she could not imagine she would have been unmoved. She wonder idly how things might have played out if they had done this when they were students here? She suspected it would have made no difference in the grand scheme of things. Draco would still have been trapped by his circumstances. Perhaps neither of them would have survived.

She headed down the corridor in the the direction of her former common room following in Draco's wake.