A/N: Thank you so much for all the support and nice comments! They are much appreciated!

Also, I wanted to apologize that my English is far from perfect! It's not my first language and sometimes I'm so exited writing, I miss the typos and errors completely... and I still haven't found a decent beta to correct my grammar... Anyway, I want to tell this story, so forgive me the errors.

Kisses to everyone still reading!

On we go!


DRACO

The time is up…

We've reached our deadline…

Everyone is exited about the summer…

And nervous about the finals.

Even you…

after all you can do…

After all you did before I taught you to do better…

I don't even understand why you have to take the tests after everything...

Still the weekend before…when everyone else is enjoying the summery weather in the Hogsmeade… You insist we need to study.

"I don't care if your friends wonder where you are! Come up with something! You've always managed before! I need to study, and to be able to learn absolutely everything there is to learn, I need you to study with me! This is so much more important than the fact your friends might laugh at you! This is the last chance! We study, Draco! So, see you at ten on Saturday! No excuses!"

It's not that I don't want to!

Your bossing kind of turns me on…

And as you said…though I think you meant something else… this is the last chance.

So, I pretend I'm sick… they'd never question it… they let me be… because they're not stupid… they know it's important to be well at the finals.

And I meet you at ten.

But if had any hopes we might have time for other activities besides studying, I realize I was wrong as soon as I enter our room.

It seems every book you could ever need is on the floor… and you're in the middle of the mess looking like you're going to have a nervous breakdown!

"Granger?"

You won't raise your head as you answer me, "Good Draco! Will you please start there… I want to master these before the weekend's due."

You wave your hand towards a pile that looks like potions books.

"What are you doing?" I'm still not moving.

"Studying! What does it look like?! Now hurry up!"

"You're going to go through every book in the library over this weekend?" I think you've gone a bit bonkers.

"All we can manage! It goes faster if we do it together and share what we've read."

"This is mad. You've lost your mind." I feel like laughing at the absurdity of the situation.

"No it's not, these are the most important tests of our lives! Will you please start!"

"No." I tell you and finally you look at me.

You look like you haven't slept…or combed your hair… in a week or so…

There are dark shadows under your eyes and your hair is like a bird's nest after a storm.

"You need to calm down!"

"I can't calm down! My whole future depends on those grades!" You scream, and you even sound a little crazy.

"It doesn't, and you already know each spell and charm and theory they could think of asking."

"How can you say that!"

"I think we ought to write down what we are required to master and then see what we need to double check."

You stare at me…

Like I've said something you've never thought of before…

"That's…" You pause like to taste the words, "That sounds like a sensible thing to do…"

"Right, so we don't need half of these." I wave my wand and the books disappear back to their selves.

So, we do it my way.

And I have no idea how you managed before, with your sanity intact…

Because in every hour or so I need to snap you back from your panic and focus on what we were doing.

It's not until midnight you finally put the book down and rub your eyes.

"Maybe we should sleep some hours... I want to be able to read the same amount tomorrow…"

I agree and stand to leave, but you haven't moved.

"I thought I'll just sleep here… no one in Gryffindor will miss me anyway…"

We've never slept here the whole night… always sneaking back to our own dorms...

It feels like there's something meaningful in spending the whole night here...

I glance at the bed…

Well, what the hell… no one will know if I'm not behind the curtains of my bed in Slytherin.

So, I shrug, turn around, toss myself on the bed and close my eyes.

It's silent for a while… I don't hear you move.

"Draco?" You sound uncertain...

My actions make you unsure of what's happening…

I quite enjoy it…

So, I open one eye and look at you, like I was surprised.

"What are you doing?" You ask.

"I thought you said we'd sleep here… didn't know you could sleep standing up?"

You huff irritated, "I said I'm going to sleep here…"

I'm going to make you say it!

"So, you want me to go?" I rise an eyebrow…

"Well…no…"

There it is…

"I just thought you…"

"Stop thinking so much and come here"

I tap the bed.

Soon after you join me.

"Fine! But we are going to sleep! We have a lot to study tomorrow!"

Immediately you turn your back to me.

"Fine, if that's what you want."

I turn my back to your back…

But wake up in the morning with my hands around your waist.

I slept good…with no nightmares… and waking up… inhaling the scent of your hair…. it makes me feel good too.

Like I was happy.

And I'll take it…even if it's the illusion of our room again.

But the peacefulness of the morning is gone as soon as you wake up.

Because you do it by literally jumping up screaming: "What time is it?"

I groan… "Who cares?"

"Well for your information, I care Malfoy!"

"So, you're not a morning person? Should have told me before I decided to stay…" I lay back against the pillow.

It's pretty amusing how you find this so serious.

You slap my arm, but it's a soft blow.

"Come on Draco! This is the last day we'll ever be studying together so try to even play nice!"

Don't bring it up, please! I want to say… but instead I say, "I can't play that well…"

You laugh… and then you kiss me softly, tenderly… like this was a regular thing…waking up together...

"Come on. Let's get it started!"

You jump up and grab yet another book.

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Hermione

The tests are too easy…

Every single one of them…

There has to be a trick…. something I've missed…

There's no way I'd know the answer to every question this easily…

The charms, the transfigurations, the defense spells ,come out so easily the wand is in my hand just for show….

I knew I was good…

but not this good…

I can't be this good! I'm still a student!

Once I glance at your direction… you're writing with your head down, concentrated look in your face.

I yearn to talk about the exams with you… but I can't.

Ginny doesn't want to listen to me ranting… she hates it when I say I felt it was too easy…

So does everyone else…

I can almost hear you laugh and say: Can you blame them?

I know I can't…

It sounds like I'm boasting around…

but their uncertainty doesn't calm my panic!

Because I'm sure I missed something and my tests will come back with straight line of T:s…

I really, really need to talk to you!

But no…

And I miss you already.

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After two weeks the tests are over.

All except one…

Our own last test… the combination…

We meet at twilight, in our room.

I don't know why I feel so nervous...

How should I greet you?

I mean, I want to just rush to you and feel you against me again.

I want to hold you and kiss you and tell you I missed you… in rhyme…

But that would be over the top, wouldn't it?

So, I enter and you're already there…. and we just stand on the opposite ends of the room and stare at each other.

Like all the familiarity and ease, we had, has died…

It pains me…

But it's for the best.

"So, you ready?" You ask and crook your eyebrow.

The familiar gesture makes me breath in relief…

not all of us is gone… yet…

"I was ready the day we decided to do it!"

"Like hell you were."

"Shut it, Malfoy."

"Make me, Granger!"

I'm trying to keep up a serious face… but fail… And I smile at you.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Maybe… but I thought you had other things in mind…"

Well… maybe after we could…

But I'm not going to say it out loud! I need to concentrate!

"Yes, I do! I want to try it with the climate." I tell you firmly.

I know it's about the hardest thing we can try at the moment… changing the weather…

"Here? isn't it a bit easy?"

I'm not sure if you're serious or not… but I shake my head.

"No, outside… I thought about making it snow."

Your face lights up with realization…

"Snow from thin summer air? Couldn't think anything harder, could you?"

And you've changed your mind…

But I know what you mean… making it, for example, rain in a room, is easier than changing the whole climate outside… Especially since it's summer… It would be easier to turn rain in to snow… but I know the air outside is clear and warm…

What the hell… if we are only going to try this once, might as well do it properly…

"I'm not going to waste the only opportunity we have, on something average."

"Of course you wouldn't…"

The darkness of the night hides us when we sneak out the doors and to the black lake.

"It's going to attract attention… the snow…" You say looking up to the light windows of the castle.

"No one will know it's us, since they can't trace the magic to our wands…"

I've thought about this! I'm prepared!

So we position ourselves facing each other.

Lifting our hands so that our palms are nearly touching.

My heart is beating like I'm running a marathon…

I need to calm down for this to work.

"Say when you're ready."

I take a deep breath, close my eyes and call for my magic.

I gather it and concentrate it to my palms.

When we practiced this before we tried to match our powers…. tonight that won't be necessary, we'll need all that we've got...

"Now."

We join our palms...

I lace my fingers in yours and our powers meet.

Only the moment I feel your magic joining mine, do I realize why this was said to be so dangerous.

It's not just your power I feel… it's you…

I don't know how I know that…

but I know… that the feeling running through my body, my veins and my mind… is purely you…

Like our souls twining together to make one being out of two…

I thought you could separate magic from everything else and join only that… but I was so wrong…

So wrong!

But it feels euphoric… like all I am is just here… this feel of magic and power...

at this moment, in this place…

Like I'm not me…

but someone…

something so much more…

So much more than me…

or even me and you combined…

Everyone was wrong!

One and One equals much, much more than two…

I feel we could do anything! Any magic!

Soar to the sky... dry the lake...move the earth… make the night turn into a day...

ANYTHING!

"Focus, Hermione!" I hear your voice… but I'm not sure if you really said it out loud or just in my head.

"Right! Snow!"

I fix my mind back to what we were supposed to do with all this power.

And when I open my eyes, I see you looking up…

And it's snowing…

Big white featherlike flakes fall from the sky...

Our hands are still entwined, your magic is still there with mine... and I think I can feel your joy and pride.

"We did it!" I breath out and you look at me.

There are snowflakes on your lashes…

Your hair is messed up and you look victorious...

And different from what I'm used to…

lighter…

purer…

freer…

Glowing…Like the fresh snow…

You laugh out loud… and even your laugh is the same kind of free and light as your face…

"Amazing! Let's make it more!"

It doesn't need but a little bit of concentration, and the light snowing turns into a blizzard.

"Brilliant!" You're still laughing through the blowing wind and the hard falling snow.

And because I don't know where to put all that I'm feeling…

all the happiness

and proudness

and the power…

I kiss you…

We never separated our hands before our lips meet.

I never read what happens if we join more than our palms…

Maybe I should have…

Because as soon as my lips are on yours, you pull me close… And I think the magic inside of me roars.

Everything stops to exist…

I stop to exist…

All I feel is us…

magic

and body

and mind…

I'm not sure where I end, and you begin…

Anyone with half the brain left would stop this now…

but that's not me…

The thought doesn't even cross my mind.

I'm not sure how we manage to get inside the castle and up the seventh floor…

And I have no idea how we paced back and forth three times for our room to appear…

I guess I'll never know…

And what we did once there…

there are no words to describe it…

All the words the world holds for such activities: Have sex, fuck, screw, bang, sleep with… make love…

Can't even begin to describe what it is, when you're linked together the way we were…

The book should have had a huge warning sign: DO NOT HAVE SEX UNDER THE INFLUENCE! You'll never recover!

How can you be with anyone else, when you've once been one with someone?

How can anyone else make you feel anything, when the hands that once held you shared your soul too?

How can you be close to someone else, when your heart once beat the same with another?

Literally…

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After… when we finally let go of each other and break the spell…we lay in the bed facing each other…

I'm not sure what I should say…

What I could say…

So, we stay silent… just watching each other…

"So, we did it." You finally smirk lazily.

"I knew we could…" I whisper.

"Of course you did…" You say and close your eyes.

I move a stray hair out of your forehead and caress your face…

you smile slightly, but won't open your eyes…

And as I watch you fall asleep I realize:

I love you…

I love you so much it feels my heart can't take it…

I love all that you are… from the stupid sarcastic comments… to the brilliance of your mind…

all the layers there are in you…

even the pureblooded brat…

I love them all…

If you Love him, let him go...

But how can I… when I still feel you in my bloodstream?

How can I?

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I wake up…

The air is cold…

And without opening my eyes I know you're gone.

The pillow, that still smells like you is cold…

Even the room, that once was so warm and inviting, feels foreign and hollow.

I sit up… and the aftermath of combined magic hits me immediately.

I feel weak… like something in me is taken away…

Like running on half gear… like you said…

You're gone…

With no goodbyes…

With no: see you, take care…

You've walked out and left all that we had behind…

Just like it was supposed to go... but how i hoped it wouldn't...

Then I see it:

A note.

On top of the sofa table…

And hope stirs in me…

Last time your note led to all of this…

I rush up and grab the paper.

It's only two words…

I stare at them... it's like all the air is sucked out of the room…

Like I couldn't breathe.

So, I stumble back to the bed and sit on the edge.

The tears come without invitation…

First a few drops... then streams...

I break down…

Fall into pieces…

Shatter like fragile glass in to millions of tiny splinters, that can never be glued back to their original form.

Why, oh why, did I do this to myself?

Why was I so fucking idiot, I thought I could take this?

Why was I so naïve I thought I could just walk away?

Why am I so bloody stubborn I never asked you to stay?

Because it would have been better…to take your refusal… than this…

At least you would have known I wanted you to stay…

At least you would have known I loved you…

That I loved you... all that you are... with all that I am!

That really and truly, I did not want to let you go!

I bury my face into my hands and sob…

And your note falls to the ground…

Your last words staring at me…

Making me wish I could have been more…

Your last words…

written with a hand that did not shudder:

Thank you!