Hey, I know no words can make up for not posting for so longer, but still, I am truly sorry. Hope you enjoy this chapter!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any other character, J.K Rowling does. I do however own the plot.


Hermione awoke confused, wrapped up in strong arms and surrounded by the smell of cloves and mint. She strained her head to see the cause of the smell only to meet the sleeping face of Draco Malfoy. If anyone had told her last year that she would wake up encased in the arms of Draco Malfoy she would have probably insisted that they be checked into Saint Mungos, but now the possibility of such an occurrence was quite high.

Hermione shook herself from her inner musings and was about to free herself from Draco's grasp when her gaze happened to cross his face again. The sight caused her to stop her wiggling and simply stare at him. Without his trademark smirk, Draco looked innocent, with his platinum hair falling softly on his forehead and his pale pink lips forming a child-like pout, which caused Hermione to giggle a little.

Hermione was so occupied with her giggling that she didn't notice that Draco had woken up and was staring at her until he spoke. "You know Granger, I always knew you were crazy," he said teasingly.

Hermione's giggles stopped instantly and she looked up to meet his silver eyes. "I was laughing at you Malfoy," she said in a mock haughty voice.

Draco raised his eyebrows, "and why on earth would you do that, Granger?"

Hermione merely smiled and maintained her silence.

"Ah trying to be stubborn I see, well this will teach you to laugh at a Malfoy," Draco said as he began tickling her mercilessly.

"No, no, stop," Hermione wheezed as she wriggled under Draco.

"Not until you yield, and spill the beans," Draco' said as his long fingers tickled Hermione's sides.

"Never!" Hermione proclaimed as she tried to push Draco off. After a few attempts, she succeeded and ran to hide by the couch in the centre of the room.

Draco sprung to his feet and stood on the opposite side of the couch. Hermione feinted to the left and Draco mirrored her movements. They continued in this dance for a few minutes more with Hermione feinting and Draco mirroring her movements until Draco decided that he had finally had had enough and he simply sprung over the couch in Hermione's direction. Unfortunately, Draco's sense of direction was not fully in tact due to his recent slumber and he ended up jumping straight onto Hermione; luckily, he had enough sense to place his elbows out as to support his weight instead of crushing Hermione.

There they lay, Hermione beneath Draco, and both staring into the other's eyes, neither wanting to look away. Silver meeting amber, both the colours portraying the inner thoughts that lurked within. They stayed like this for a few moments until something in Draco clicked and he leaned forward and slowly placed his lips onto Hermione's. Hermione lay shocked before she slowly wrapped her arms around Draco's neck and responded to the kiss.

At first, it started slowly but gradually became a battle of tongues and lips, both trying to make the other feel more… need more. The kiss continued this way until Draco pulled his head up, his cheeks a pale pink and his head spinning, although he wasn't sure if it was caused by lack of oxygen or the kiss itself.

He trained his eyes on Hermione's face as he memorized her expression. She lay beneath his with her lips slightly puffy and her cheeks tinged with a rose pink which made her look like a recently kissed fairy.

Hermione began to wiggle a little and that was when he noticed their rather compromising position. He quickly shuffled off her and helped her to her feet. There they stood in an awkward silence until she spoke, "so, I uh have to go."

Draco stared at her in confusion.

Hermione sighed, "The blood is arriving today and my supply is finished. I have to go to the owlery to go fetch it."

Draco quickly snapped out of his confusion at her words, "Oh of course, sure. Let me go freshen up and I'll join you."

Hermione grinned, which broke the tension, "I'll race you to the bathroom, winner gets the first use," she said before taking off running towards the bathroom door.

Draco shook his head at her before running after her. By the time he reached the bathroom, the door was already closed and the shower was already running.

Draco bent down to grasp his knees as he tried to catch his breath. "Dammit Granger, you cheated," Draco said loud enough for Hermione to hear.

Hermione laughter trickled through the door, "All's fair in war Malfoy."

"And love," Draco muttered quietly.

"What was that?" Hermione asked.

"Nothing, nothing at all," Draco said as he rolled his shoulders back, trying to ease the ache that had begun to form due to sleeping on the couch.


Hermione had a quick shower and breezed past Draco, who stood by the door with a towel in his hand and an annoyed look on his face. She went to her closet and pulled out a red shirt with a black lace pattern on the back and a pair of black jeans and boots. She quickly got dressed, applied some light pink lip-gloss and exited her room.

When she reached the bottom of the staircase, she found that Draco had already gotten dressed and was waiting for her in a black pants and black shirt with a silver chain on. His hair was still damp and fell into natural spikes without any gel.

When Draco saw Hermione, he rose to his feet. "Well, let's go Granger."

Hermione smiled and nodded, "sure." She stepped through the portrait and walked to the owlery next to Draco.

Little did the pair know that they were being watched by a certain Slytherin who was wringing their hands in anger at the sight of the two together.


I wonder who that could be, lol. Reviews are much appreciated!

Ps: sorry for any errors.

Adieu!