(Autor's note: I dedicate this chapter to Rozu, because you really are the best reviewer I've ever had and because I can use your comments so well.)

Chapter 3 capturing hearts

'Are you flushing?' Draco asked. She felt his Adam's apple move against her cheek.

'No, I'm not,' she replied quickly.

'I take that as a yes, by the way you reply.'

Hermione wisely switched subject: 'I hate it to stand on these heels when I'm not wearing them.'

'You're standing on them?'

'Yes, they took the last of my standing space and now I have to stand on-.' Draco had picked her of her feet again and took a small step forward so she was rested with her back against the invisible wall. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and her legs around his waist to have a grip, supported by Draco's hands on her thighs. The dress's side was torn a little because it was too tight for things like this. They were now at eye level.

'I really hope we don't have to spend much more time here like this,' she commented. They had been locked by the mistletoe for four hours now.

'Aren't you comfortable?'

'I am, but it must be quite heavy for you.'

Draco laughed: 'You're actually quite light.' His soft breath caressed her cheek. She looked in his eyes and suddenly saw his face coming closer. Her eyes widened, what was he doing?

'What are you doing, Draco?' she asked.

'I'm getting us out of here,' he whispered less than an inch from her mouth. And then he kissed her on her lips. Hermione's mind went black, her heart was raging in her chest and her stomach was twisted. She couldn't think proper anymore. The feeling of his lips on hers, she was enjoying it, no not enjoying it, loving it. But the moment she thought that Draco took a step back and put her down. She had to say something to make sure they wouldn't have a silence.

'Did it work?' she asked. As an answer Draco took a step back, Hermione smiled and wanted to walk away, but bumped against the invisible wall.

'What the-?' Suddenly she realised something. 'You could have been further away from me, all the time. So why didn't you?'

'Well, in the beginning I was pushed forward, later on I moved a little extra. It was just such a perfect situation. You were forced to be in my presence and we would get to know each other. At first, I only was trying to become friends with you, but somehow things changed. When I realised that you weren't that annoying, boring and bossy girl I thought you were.'

'You forgot ugly,' said Hermione biting her lip, she didn't know if she should be angry, or sad. But Draco shook his head.

'No, not ugly. There may be a lot of girls in this school that are way prettier than you, but right now I don't want anybody else to be here under the mistletoe with me. I like your looks because they belong to you, and not to any other girl,' Hermione held her breath. He couldn't be serious about, she looked down at the ground.

'Hermione, I -.'

But Hermione cut him off: 'Don't lie to me.' Draco's hand cupped her cheek. He forced her to look him in the eye.

'Do I look like I'm lying?'

'No but-,' she was cut off by Draco's lips on hers. Same feeling as before came over her. She was slightly pushed back against the invisible wall. Draco snaked one arm around her waist and his other hand he placed in her neck. His touch sent shivers down her spine. Hermione closed her eyes and answered the kiss. Suddenly the walls disappeared and Hermione would have fallen if Draco hadn't held her in his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck. His tongue slid over her lips, asking for entrance and she gladly granted him that. It felt like it had always meant to be like this. That they were supposed to be together. She went with her hand through his blond hair. And after a while they broke panting apart.

'Maybe we shouldn't stay in the corridors,' said Hermione softly.

'Yeah, you're right. Come, I'll take you to your tower,' said Draco, and with his arm wrapped around her waist they walked to the Gryffindor tower. But when they reached the portrait of the Fat Lady, she was gone.

'So, what will we do now?' asked Hermione. A grin appeared on Draco's face.

'You're going to spend the night with me, in the room of requirement. I mean, I bet that my portrait is also gone. So we're going to the room of requirement,' he said. And then Hermione started to hesitate. She knew Draco's reputation, the Slytherin sex god.

Draco must have seen the hesitation on her face, because he said: 'Don't worry, nothing will happen. I promise.'

'Did you tell all the girls the same thing?'

Draco shook his head: 'No, they all knew it. They wanted it, it was different with them. You are special to me, I'll do whatever you want me to.' Hermione smiled and nodded. They walked to the room of requirement and Draco created a room. It was very pretty. White walls, a chandelier, a fireplace that softly sputtered, a dark-brown couch, a bookshelf, a big old clock and two queens beds. A 'wow' escaped from Hermione's mouth.

'Yeah, I know. I'm good at decorating rooms,' said Draco, 'now over to more important business.' Before she knew it, Draco had picked her off her feet again and thrown her on one of the queens beds. Hermione laughed when Draco started to give her kisses on in her neck, leaving faint marks. He moved up over her jawbone to her mouth, but Hermione stopped him.

'You'd really do anything for me?'

'Yes,' said Draco, 'anything.' She looked in his silver eyes and saw he meant it. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth and she bit her lower lip. It felt so great, so great to have him here with her. Her fingers played with his blond hair. His silver grey eyes were wandering over her body, and Hermione's cheeks turned a little red.

'There's nothing you have to be ashamed of,' he said grinning. The old extremely prude Hermione that still didn't trust would have taken this offensive, but now she felt flattered by it, and loved. Her cheeks reddened even more and she kissed him softly, before ducking under his arms and getting up from the bed.

'Where are you going?' he asked sitting up.

'I need a mirror,' she said. A door swung open and showed a small bathroom.

'Did I again find a girl that uses over a hundred beauty products before she sleeps?' he grinned.

'No, silly. I'm saving both our lives by tying my hair, it would strangle us,' she laughed and closed the door behind her. When she came back into the room in her pyjamas, Draco was sitting on the bed in just a sweatpants. Hermione flushed again at the sight of his naked chest. Of course, who wouldn't at this sight.

'What you see is what you get,' he grinned. Hermione laughed and sat next to him on the bed, only to be laid down by him. His hands slid down her sides to her hips, as his lips locked themselves on hers. His fingers were playing with the edge of her shirt, he tugged at her lower lip and she gave him entrance to her mouth. His fingers slid under her shirt softly stroking her belly, it gave her a strange, but nice, tickling and warm feeling, but she wasn't going to suddenly give in to anything. She took his hands and broke from their kiss.

'What you see is what you get,' she said smiling.

'Teaser,' he replied.

'Spoiled child.' She jawned and pulled Draco down next to her, he wrapped an arm around her waist and she curled herself up against his chest. She felt so safe, warm, and loved now. From deep down inside her chest came a low humming sound and she heard Draco chuckle. She was now a hundred percent sure, she loved this. Sighing she closed her eyes and snuggled a little closer to his chest. She last thing she felt before sleep clouded her mind was Draco's warm breath in her neck, a peaceful feeling lulling her asleep.

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