Author's Note: Ok, so on account of me having an awesome time at camp, and being in a very good mood, i sat down and pumped out this entire chapter just for you guys, my fantabulous readers. So, I hope you like it. Same rules apply as from previous chapters, except there will be no bold writing in this one. so...enjoy!
Chapter 8
Hermione walked down the aisle between the compartments towards the front of the train, where the prefects' meeting was to be held. She passed Draco's compartment just as he was stepping out of it.
" Hey Granger," He said casually. "Prefects' meeting?"
"Yep." She responded. "Don't tell me they made you a prefect."
He chucked and smoothed out his robes to display the shiny Slytherin prefect badge on his chest.
"I always knew Dumbledore would go mental one day." He remarked, amusement in his eyes.
Hermione giggled, then seemed to remember the actual reason she was walking through the train in the first place. She grabbed Draco's wrist and checked his watch. She looked up at his curious face and said, "We're late."
"Let's go then." He responded, grabbing her hand and pulling her behind him quickly.
"Malfoy! I'm wearing heels! Tall ones!" She shrieked, trying to keep her balance.
Draco stopped and let her catch her breath before scooping her up into his arms and starting to run again.
Hermione sighed and gave up. At least she hadn't tripped in her heels. When they got to the front carriage, marked "Prefects" Draco stopped and put her down, only to grab her hand and pull her though the door with him.
'Bang!' The door lamed closed. All eyes were on the pair, including McGonagoll's. Ron looked as though he was trying to birth a monkey.
"Hermione," He sputtered, red faced. "Why is the ferret holding your hand?"
She realized in shock that she'd never let it go. She dropped Draco's hand quickly and sat net to Katie Bell and Angelina Johnson, the older Gryffindor prefects, as Malfoy left to sit with the Slytherins.
McGonagoll's speech was short and to the usual point. Be role models, keep the younger students in line, don't abuse your privileges, ect. The meeting ended quickly and the prefects set out to patrol the train. Ron left with a huff, still upset with Hermione.
Draco noticed and snorted. "Weasel has a bit of a crush then?"
Hermione rolled her eyes, and noticing they were the only ones left, conceded. "He's liked me since third year."
Draco laughed. "Poor Weasel. You don't like him then? That'll break his little heart."
"I'm aware." She said sternly. "But I could never like him like that. He's like a brother. It'd be weird." She shuddered.
Draco moved to face her, placing a hand firmly on the small of her back and pulling her to him. "Would this be weird?" He asked softly.
She looked into his eyes and saw the want reflected in her own. "No." She answered, leaning to him as he captured her lips with his own. She melted into his arms as his tongue brushed her lips, begging entrance. She opened her lips, letting her tongue entwine with his, letting passion take over. His hands dipped beneath her halter top, brushing over her back and hips, as her own hands grasped his neck and angled hrough his hair.
When his hand grasped her bra clasp, she was startled back to reality.
Remus
She remembered who still held her heart, and pushed Draco away. He looked at her oddly and she fixed her bra clasp, saying softly, "Not now, and not here."
He nodded and replied, "I apologize. I should have known better. I had no intention of a one night stand. I guess my lips got ahead of me." He said with a grin.
Hermione laughed.
He looked down at her, more seriously now, and leaned down to kiss her hand.
"I'll see you around…Hermione."
He turned and walked out the door, leaving Hermione slightly disheveled and very confused.
Hermione never did patrol the corridors. She sat in the prefects' carriage, thinking.
God, why do you hate me? Draco is hot and toned and dark and mysterious. He almost brings me to life with passion, but he's not Remus. Remus is soft, but handsome and the wolf gives him physical strength, and I know Remus. I know the man he is, and I've fallen in love with that man, but he'll never fall in love with me. If ever I had to settle, Draco would be the perfect guy for it.
"I guess I've made my choice then." She said softly, standing and leaving to change, as they were almost to Hogwarts.
AN: OK, that's it for now. maybe i'll type another one later if the mood strikes. don't fret too much about Draco. just remember that Hermione is naturally forgiving person (exhibit A: Ron), and so she of all people would find it easy to forgive and forget past mistakes. oky doky, ice cream is calling my name. i shall return! bubye now!
