Draco scurried back to his room down numerous poorly lit corridors. How was he going to break the news to Hermione? He thought of how he would feel if someone charged in this prison of a room and told him that their souls were connected by love. Draco shook off all these negative thoughts and ran a nervous and clammy hand through his slick bleach blonde hair. He exaled deeply and turned the rusty knob, entering his room. She jumped and shot around quickly, and when she saw him, she was instantly relieved. She smiled widely and a warm sensation filled him from the inside out. She stood up, awkwardly, and Draco ushered her over to a velvet bench, sitting her down. He could feel her fear build up in his core.
"Ermm- I'm not sure how to tell you this," Draco quivered, Hermione's brown eyes widening with fear and blackening with a gasp.
"Draco?" She muttered in a frightened tone. Draco clutched his gut tightly as he felt her sadness coarse through his organs.
"Hermione, I.. I just found this out so you can't blame-" He sputtered at top speed. She slapped his arm playfully,
"SPIT IT OUT, MALFOY!" Hermione shouted.
"You're a veela, and I can't keep you out of my mind, and if you're hurt or are feeling anything, I feel the same thing." Draco spat out quickly. Her face reddened and she looked as though she was about to retch. "Hermione." He consoled. She dropped her head and a single crystal drop of sadness fell onto her Slytherin themed pajamas. Draco nudged her chin up and looked her dead in her pinkening eyes, filled with clear liquid. He smiled, and she clutched her eyelids shut tightly, the tears just rushing out down her flushed cheeks. A stray auburn curl fell from her tightly knit bun and onto her sopping cheek. He gently pushed it behind her reddening ear and she felt his warm and large calloused hand brush against her baby soft cheek. "This doesn't have to change anything, just like before." He comforted. She smiled and felt his gaze edge down to her lips. Her eyes widened once again, and she bit her lip. She smiled and Draco blushed. He smiled and removed his hand from her cheek and sat both giant hands on his thighs. She smiled forgivingly and placed a soft and well manicured hand on top of his, which sat on the dark denimn jeans he bore. He looked down at the contact and blushed deeper. Moments like this made the tension between them surge uncontrollably. They sat in silence, the embrace between their fingers said enough.
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Draco had begun packing his satchel and a spare for Hermione. Each bag containing all the necessary toiletries, parchment, a lot of clothing, and many other miscellaneous items. The bags of course, were enchanted. He tossed her a light as air bag and she slung it over her shoulder. Hermione was now dressed in a brand new set of women's clothing. Draco had apparated to Hogsmeade to buy them just for her, along with plenty more outfits which lie in the bag. She, of course, rewared him with an embrace that sent chills of excitement through each young adult. She smiled and Draco looked around, seeing if there was anything else that should be done. A note apoligizing to his mother sat tucked under a velvet green pillow. He sighed heavily and Hermione walked over to him. There was no way she could thank him enough, after all he's done for her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he placed a firm grasp on each of her hips. They gazed deep into each other's eyes and leaned in ever so slightly. A grin pursed on each of their lips as they fell closer, and closer, their eyes locked on eachother's watering mouths, hungry for contact. There noses then brushed against eachothers and their pink lips parted, ready to become one. They closed their eyes and Draco tilted his head. All too quickly, a loud thud sounded from the out side of Draco's room. It was as if someone was kicking Draco's door down. The recognizable cackling laugh of Lord Voldemort sounded muffled from the other side and Draco coul hear his father shouting and pounding forcefully on the door.
"DRACO! DON'T DO THIS!" Lucius spat in an anger filled rage. Draco stared hopelessly at the door, releasing Hermione's waist, but she gripped the collar of his shirt and he turned back at her. She stood on the tips of her toes and placed a passionate kiss on his jawline, feeling a warm and salty tear on her lips. Draco pulled her close into his embrace and with a pop, they were standing outside number 12 Grimauld Place, hand in hand. He looked over to her, tears still present in his eyes. She looked over at him and comforted him with a smile. The entrance to the Black family's home appeared and Draco and Hermione enetered, hands still wound tightly around eachothers. Draco searched the house, wand at the ready, looking for any sign of danger. Hermione stood in the foyer of the home, dreadfullly alone. Even seconds apart from Draco made her feel uneasy. This feeling was quite strange, and painful. Draco's feet creaked underneath the rotting wood floor of the stairs in the Black Manor. His heart ached for Hermione, and the spot on his chin she kissed earlier burned pleasurably still. It felt as though he was kissed by an angel. He made his was back down to see his Saint, and she stood there, lips tingling from the kiss. Every time he looked at her lately his heart jumped into his throat, he shook it off as a side effect of coming to terms with the Veela situation. Her golden locks sat tightly fixed in a knot that sat on the back of her head. This drove him insane, and there was nothing he wanted more than to pull the clip that hid her cork screw curls and let her volumptuous locks bounce on her freckled shouldertops. He shook off the urge.
"All is clear." Draco murmured. Hermione nodded and went into the kitchen. Draco quietly and curiously followed her, admiring her every move with pure fascination. She pulled out a few wrapped pieces of bread and some vegetables and cutlery. She cut away, making some sort of sandwich. She looked completely focused and Draco just sat in a dusty stool, eyeing her. They both jumped and Hermione shrieked loudly seconds later when Hedwig's huge wings flapped in, she was carrying a roll of parchment. Draco took the note from the snowy white owl and Hermione scratched at Hedwig's soft feathers. Draco scanned the letter.
"Hermione, Harry & Ron here, Finishing up business at the burrow. We received a letter from Dumbledore explaining the Veela situation, and Ron of course didn't take to it lightly. We will talk more soon. Hope to arrive at Grimauld place early tomorrow morning. Love you lots, stay safe, dear." It read, and Draco turned the parchment over, finding a rather poorly written and angry note on the backside. "LISTEN UP HERE, WEASEL, IF YOU SO AS MISPLACE A HAIR ON HERMIONE'S HEAD, I'LL SEE TO IT THAT YOU FIND YOURSELF HEXED UNTIL THE SUN GOES DOWN. Love you, 'Mione. -Ron Don'tmesswithmeMalfoy Weasley." Draco chuckled and handed Hermione the parchment, she just finished feeding Hedwig a small bit of bread from the meal she was preparing. She eyed the page and looked concerned, but then began to giggle. She put the letter down and looked up at a smirking Draco. She rolled her eyes and wore a huge grin. Hedwig went and found a spot to sleep, perched on the arm of an old lounge chair. Hermione fixed up the rest of the meal and Draco and she ate, conversing slightly, but not once losing eye contact. They finished their meal, and made their way upstairs to begin unpacking. Draco went into a dark and dusty room, sitting his sachel down on a black linen covered bed. He sat on the edge of the bed, jumbling thoughts around in his head. The sun set slowly outside the large bay window. A knock at the door caused him to jump.
"Come in." He mumbled, and Hermione slowly stepped in, he could see fear in her eyes.
"Um- Draco?" She stuttered.
"Yes, Hermione?" He said.
"Do you-you think I could umm-" She said uncomfortably before bursting into tears, sobbing uncontrollably into her small hands. Draco shot up from the bed and wrapped his muscular arms around her. "I-I am just scared of being kidnapped and hurt again, Draco, you don't know how frightened I was." She cried. He consoled the sad Gryffindor Princess. He gently removed her hands from her face and wiped away stray teardrops from her freckle dusted cheeks. She smiled, feeling a lot better.
"As long as I'm here, no one will ever bring any sort of harm to you." Draco said, completely sure of himself.
"I was just going to ask you... If- If I could... Sleep in here with you?" She squeaked with discomfort. Draco was taken aback, but on the inside, he was completely giddy and there was nothing he wanted more. He smiled a friendly smile.
"Of course." He assured her. She smiled, completely relieved. She hugged him tight and he returned the generous favor. Hermione left and returned moments later with her satchel. She put it in the closet, and it hung snug next to Draco's bag. She came out and found him lying on the bed, studying numerous books and maps sprawled out along the dark sheets. She scanned the writing on the pages, confused.
"What's this?" She asked.
"I think I've tracked the first horcrux we need to find." Draco said with excitement. Hermione squealed and did a little jump.
"Excellent!" She cried, Draco grinned widely. He returned to his work, and Hermione took this as a hint to leave him to it. "I'm going to have a shower." She said. Draco looked up from his work.
"Alright." He smiled. She turned on her heels and went and took a shower. She stepped out about ten minutes later, fear rising in her stomach. How could she have been this foolish? She had completely forgotten to bring a spare change of clothes, and her previous outfit had already gone down the laundry shoot. She panicked and grabbed her towel, pulling it tightly around her, concealing most of her body, but still revealing all of her legs, and she had to constantly pull at the bottom of the towel so that her rear wouldn't be exposed. She scurried quickly down the hall and hastily into Draco's room, running at top speed. She entered his room and he looked up from his book, completely and utterly wide eyed. She blushed a deep rose. Draco's eyes shot down to his lap, trying not to look at Hermione.
"Are you mad!" He shouted, covering his eyes. She cursed under her breath.
"Sorry! I forgot my clothes!" She cried. Draco chuckled and Hermione grasped a silky white night dress in her left hand, jogging towards the door.
"Hermione?" Draco said curiously.
"What!" She shouted, clutching the towel tightly around her.
"Nice arse." He smirked, his gaze not once leaving his lap. She scoffed, and ran down the hall, changing into her pajamas, and fastening her hair into a tight knot on the back of her head, yet again. She awkwardly walked down the hall and shamefully stepped into Draco's room. He looked up at her, his smirk as large as ever.
"Draco, bug off." She joked, joining him on the other side of the large bed.
"Hey, I'm not the one flashing her rear at anyone." Draco grinned. Hermione flushed red and buried her face in her hands, grunting loudly. Draco only laughed. He closed up all his books and scurried all his papers into a pile, setting them on the bedside table. Hermione sat there, mind wandering. Draco looked at her and she looked at him, he was staring intently at her lips again. She smiled a small smile. Draco gently reached up and pulled the clip out of her hair, her wet and tousled chestnut locks bouncing angelicly off her shoulders, just as he fantasized. She smiled wider at him and put her hand on top of his, gripping it tightly. He smiled with care at her, and she looked at him sleepily. He glanced out the window, it was now pitch black outside. Hedwig sat fast asleep on a nearby chair. Draco lie flat on his back and she lie on her side, wrapping an arm around his waist. He turned, facing her, and they were embracing eachother entirely under the comfort of the down blankets and silk sheets. She smelled like blooming flowers and he smelled like warm pepper. She closed her eyes and he stroked her soft locks gently as they drifted off into a much needed and peaceful sleep.
A/N: Yay! I adore Sunday mornings! Enjoy, & review. Thinking of doing a small update this week, & just to clear things up, This is the beginning of the Deathly Hallows & Dumbledore is still alive. REVIEW PLEASE(:
