Chapter Seven: A Moment Like This

The room was spinning for Hermione, she felt as though this was the best thing in the world. His lips were still upon hers and she never wanted them to leave.

They pulled back and looked at each other for a moment before Draco smiled and walked out of her room. After Draco closed the door behind him, Hermione just fell back onto a sofa and looked at the ceiling, which had been enchanted as well, she noticed. The sunny skies outside completely matched her mood at the moment.

-.-

Draco left Hermione's room and closed the door, but stood there, leaning against the door. He stood there for a couple of minutes just thinking about the amazing girl on the other side of the door. He wanted nothing more than to walk back into her room and take her in is arms. He could spend hours snogging those lips of hers. They were so soft and delicious. He licked his lips. They tasted of her, cinnamon and cardamon. It was delicious.

After a moment, he realized that it may be a bit creepy if she were to walk out and see him leaning against her door. He walked back to his room and went to get a shower. He might need a cold one at this rate.

-.-

Hermione had sorted herself out after a few minutes. She got in the shower, took care of her hair, did some make-up and got dressed. She was about to sit down and open a book when there was a knock on her door.

"It's open," she called out.

Harry came in and looked around.

"Hey Harry! Come take a seat!"

"Hey," he smiled at her as he sat down beside her.

"What's up?"

"Not much...just wondering if you were up yet"

"I wasn't until you came and ruined all of my sleep," she teased.

"Sorry"

"I was only joking, Harry. I've been up for a while. I just finished getting ready for the day."

"Oh."

"What's up?"

"Nothing, just came to see what you were up too."

"Oh, I see. Coffee?" She asked her friend, getting up and walking to the kitchenette after Harry shook his head no.

"I see your in double L," he said, smiling again.

"Double L?" she asked.

Harry smiled and answered, "Living Luxiouriously"

Hermione laughed. "So, apart from apperating all over the place, how's your summer been?"

Harry laughed a moment and began to tell her about his summer at the Burrow.

-.-

Draco was refreshed by his shower and was ready for anything that came his way. He went to get himself a coffee. After taking a sip, he heard a tapping on the window. He looked and noticed his father's large black owl. He went to the window and let his father's owl in.

He opened the letter the owl had in it's beak.

Draco,

Your time is at christmas. Plan to make it home.

Lucius

Draco rolled his eyes, and tossed the letter aside. He wasn't ready for that. That was something that he'd never be ready for.

'The time my ass' he thought to himself. He walked down the staircase and met up with Hermione and Harry.

"Morning," he grumbled.

Smiling slightly, Hermione replied, "Hey."

Harry just glared at him before turning back to Hermione.

Draco ignored him and sat on the couch he claimed the day before, and picked up the book he discarded last night.

-.-

Harry was talking to Hermione about her trip to Canada when Malfoy had come down the stairs. He grumbled a greeting to them, but Harry refused to answer him. Dumbledore might trust him, but Harry would never trust the bastard. Harry simple continued talking to Hermione.

The portrait hole opened a moment later and Dumbledor walked in. "I have some good news and some bad news."

"What is it?" Harry asked him.

"We've figured out whats been happening to you, Mr. Potter."

"Well...?" Harry watched as the old man and the room around them started to fade. It was happening again. Of course it was. He was finally going to figure out what's been going on, and he had to go somewhere, or something. He landed in what seemed to be a hotel room.

"Woah, were am I?" Harry asked, looking around. He spotted a boy and girl that looked familiar. The girl instantly reminded him of Hermione. Upon further observation, Harry recognized the boy as the one Hermione had been with the day before.

"Who the hell are you?" Stephen shouted.

"I know you, Kind of. You're Hermione's friend, Harry?," Nicolette asked, with a look of confusion and worry on her face.

"Yeah, who are you?"

"Her cousin, Nicolette. This is my friend Stephen."

"Nice to officially meet you."