Draco and Hermione never left each others side for the next few weeks and it was extremely rare to see one without the other somewhere in the vicinity of them. They went everywhere together; to class, to meals, to Quidditch, he even waited outside of the toilet for her. She went to watch him play Quidditch, something she had rarely done with Harry and Ron, and she never missed one of Draco's practises. Rumours were circulating the school and everywhere they went together, another rumour started. Their favourite was that Hermione was pregnant and they had both enjoyed looking at everyone's faces when hearing the rumour the pair started. When Harry and Ron had heard about this rumour, Harry had looked sickened at his ex best friend and Ron looked murderous which wasn't helped that whenever they were around, Hermione and Draco acted sickly sweet to each other. She would place his hand on her bum and she would kiss him passionately so it would piss them both off. Draco didn't care and he was glad that there was a new Hermione and the whole school knew that she was his Hermione.
The Monday before the Halloween dance, a group of Slytherins were sitting on the grass of the Transfiguration courtyard. Most of the group was made up of the Quidditch team but there were also Crabbe, Goyle, Pansy, Astoria, Daphne and a few other girls who Hermione was still only getting to know. The boys were talking about quidditch strategies and the other teams training while the girls were talking about the Halloween dance on Friday. Hermione had only been paying a little attention to Astoria as she talked about the dress she was wearing and how everyone was going to be staring at her, but she watched Draco intently. The way his lips moved entranced her as he talked passionately about his favourite sport. When she had been friends with Harry and Ron she hadn't found Quidditch interesting and had ignored everything they said, however when Draco talked she couldn't get enough. She would hear him talk about Quidditch for the rest of her life if it meant that that Draco would be in her future.
His arm was placed possessively around her waist, hugging her to him as if he felt like she would leave him if he let go of her for a second. He could smell her perfume and was intoxicated. Everything about her was intoxicating and Draco knew he would never be able to get enough of the girl sitting next to him, whose hand was currently drawing circles on his back. He also knew that she was watching him, however he couldn't look at her without losing his concentration and the Slytherins had a big game against Gryffindor and they really needed a strategy to beat Potter and the dunderhead Weasley clan.
Hermione was brought back to reality when Astoria asked if she agreed. Hermione not knowing what to do looked to her sister for help and when Pansy nodded Hermione said she did agree. This was obviously the answer Astoria was after as her face lit up and she grinned like an idiot for the next few minutes. Everyone wanted Hermione Parkinson's idea or confirmation because she was Head Girl but she was also one of the most powerful people at Hogwarts because of the family she was in, but also because of the boy she was dating. She had influence at the school and she was starting to enjoy it.
"Hermione-" her sister whispered in her ear "- Astoria wanted to know whether you would help her get ready for the dance. But I can see your mind is elsewhere!" she indicated to Draco.
"Am I that obvious? I have other things on my mind. School for example"
"Draco's lips?" Pansy said a little louder than what they had been speaking earlier and Draco turned his full attention onto the twins sitting beside him.
"What about my lips?" he asked, a smirk playing on his face
"Hermione cant get them off her mind"
"Well how about I get them off your mind and onto your lips?"
"Sounds like a plan Mr Malfoy!" Hermione smirked back as she was lifted onto his lap, her legs dangling over his left leg. She was sitting sideways and Hermione wasn't about to complain as Draco's mouth was on hers as soon as she was seated. Everyone else took this as their cue to leave and left the couple to it.
Hermione couldn't understand what happened to her when she kissed Draco. It was as if an explosion went off within her, starting at her brain, down to her toes and back again. She lost all control and gave herself willingly over to him. He pulled away for a second before pushing her off his lap and onto the grass so she was lying down. Within seconds he was on top of her and he brought his head down to meet hers. A hand found its way up the inside of her skirt, which had shortened dramatically, and rested on her inner thigh. He knew that Hermione wasn't ready for that level of intimacy and he surely wasn't going to have sex in a courtyard at school at eleven o clock. He traced circles on the inside of her thigh like she had on his back and she giggled into his kiss. His other hand found its way up her shirt and cupped her breast.
Hermione had lost all control she had ever had in the relationship within two minutes of kissing Draco. She was his and although she used to preach about women not being objects of men, she was his object and he could do anything to her and she wouldn't mind. His hand accidentally caught the material of her knickers and she gasped but allowed him to continue tracing shapes. They were both getting really into the kissing when they were interrupted.
"MISS PARKINSON! MR MALFOY!" McGonagall's shrill voice echoed around the courtyard as she caught the pair making out. Both groaned under their breaths and burst out laughing as they heard each other. "I assure you this is no laughing matter! You are Head Boy and Girl. You should be setting an example to the younger students but instead I see you… you….-"
"making out professor?"
"Detention Mr Malfoy!"
"But professor!"
"That's enough Miss Parkinson!"
"Professor!"
"Miss Granger, I said enough!"
"My name is not Granger, its Parkinson! You should remember that I am a Parkinson because you kept it from me for most of my life. Anyway, what is wrong with showing public affection? I thought the whole point of this school was to make friends and me and Draco here were just showing co-operation and we were setting an example. It was the example of two people who care deeply about each other that they want everyone to know. Are you encouraging secrecy professor?"
"Miss Parkinson I apologise for calling you Granger but there was no need to talk to me like that. You too will be in detention with Mr Malfoy tonight at seven o clock. Please turn up to the library where you will be helping Madame Pince sort out the books. Good day!" she said and she turned and with a swish of her cloak she was gone.
Hermione and Draco turned to see everyone in the courtyard staring at them. Both laughing they told everyone to go to their next lessons, and Draco took Hermione's hand in his. Draco grabbed the bag lying on the floor and steered them both towards Charms. They had decided that, because they both had the same subjects at the same time, then they should just take one bag with one set of books in but two sets of parchment and quills. They couldn't see the point in dragging the same books around when they both had the same lessons and they were sat next to each other. 'What's the point of bringing the same thing twice?' was their logical answer and they were fine with the arrangement. The pair reached the Charms classroom, took their normal seats at the back of the classroom and waited for the lesson to start by making out.
"Do you two have to do that everywhere you go? It's rather disgusting!" Pansy told the couple who were sitting behind her and Blaise.
"Sorry people!" The two apologised to their best friends and sat facing away from each other, both trying to control their urge to kiss each other. Flitwick saved them by entering the room at that moment and climbed onto a stack of books so he could write on the board.
"Today class we will be doing the Seranto charm.." he started but Hermione and Draco didn't hear anything else as both had switched off thinking of the detention they were going to do.
The day passed quickly and as soon as the clock struck seven, both students were waiting beside Madam Pince's desk. Not daring to look at each other in case they laughed they followed Madam Pince to the back of the restricted section where she had piles of books waiting to be sorted. They got to work straight away, Hermione humming and Draco muttering Quidditch strategies. At eight o clock, Hermione was so bored she collapsed onto a bean bag chair she had conjured. Draco tried to think and then it came to him. The spell that Flitwick had been teaching the class today sorted things into piles and Draco knew that if he used this spell their work would be done.
"Seranto" Draco muttered quietly, knowing that if Madame Pince heard him using magic, she would make them both resort the whole library. Books started flying into logical piles of names in alphabetical order. It was the task that had been assigned to the pair so Hermione and Draco could sit back there for hours and Madame Pince need not know what happened.
Draco collapsed onto another bean bag which had been conjured by Hermione and pulled her across onto his lap. She sat and played with his hair, twisting it round her fingers, admiring the silky feel to it and smelling it. He laughed as she did the last one but she quietened him by putting her lips on his once again.
They both left the library at nine o'clock hand in hand and headed for their common room. Draco had promised to make them a nice dinner so she had to go get changed. She decided on her jeans and her red halter neck top which was cut off just above her belly button. Draco had changed into a green shirt and black trousers and was putting the final touches to the meal as she entered the kitchen. He had made Hermione's favourite and she had to admit that it tasted delicious.
"Hmm. I love this! How did you know that it was my favourite?"
"A few nights ago when we were in the Great Hall, you pointed to the spaghetti bolognaise and said and I quote "That's my favourite! If you ever need to get into my good books make me this and I will instantly forget anything horrible you did!"."
"Ah. That would explain it. This is amazing. Dobby taught you this?"
"Yeah"
"Well he has done an amazing job!"
"Thank you!"
"You're welcome."
"Hermione"
"Draco"
"Will you go to the dance with me?"
"Yes I will"
"Good"
"Good"
That night Hermione and Draco fell asleep in each others arms, both fully dressed, both with a smile on their faces.
