A/N: Here it is...the next chapter of 'Timeless'. Thank you for your reviews. The song I had on for chapter 8...I 'suggest' you guys try it 'coz it's a GREAT song. I do not know who he is but I LOVE it. And I have another song...it doesn't necessarily go with the theme of this fic but it's another awesome song. It's called 'I believe' by Blessed Union of Souls. Again, don't ask. I do not know them. But I promise you you'll love it. Ok that's it. Enjoy...

Disclaimer: Do not own Harry Potter. Only plot.


Hermione was walking back to the common room with a small bounce on her steps. You never would've guessed that just a short while ago, her ankle had been twisted. She couldn't believe how giddy she felt and how excited she was for tomorrow night. When she thought about Draco's lips touching hers and what they might do alone in the Astronomy Tower together, well, let's just say that she was all peachy. Taking a deep breath, she said the password aloud, entered Gryffindor Tower and was immediately bombarded with questions by her one of her best friends who had been waiting for her for exactly an hour and twenty-eight minutes.

"Do you know how long we've been waiting? Exactly an hour and twenty-eight minutes!"

"Sorry, Ron."

Pause. "'Sorry, Ron.' That's all you have to say? You could at least tell me where you've been"

"At Hagrid's."

"We know that, but you've never stayed there this long before and you said you were only going to be a little while."

"I'm sorry. You don't have to interrogate me like I committed a crime."

"You did."

"What? What have I done but be late?"

"You told us to wait up for you. I could've been sound asleep by now."

She rolled her eyes. "That's it? That's what this rubbish is all about?"

"Oy, my sleeping routine is a very important and serious matter."

She rolled her eyes again; Ron was being typical Ron, meaning he wasn't making any sense. "Ron?"

"What?"

"Do shut up. You know you aren't really angry. You're just sour because you lost sleep. Which by the way is so... so... see, it's so ridiculous, it doesn't even have name for it! You're just trying to pick a fight with me."

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are. You do this every time. Anytime you have nothing to say or nothing to do or when you're confused, you pick a fight with me."

He huffed, "Harry, please deal with this girl. She's delusional. I'm going to bed."

And as usual with every "fight", Hermione walked up to him, stood up on her tiptoes and gave him a peck on the cheek. "Good night, Ron Weasley. And sorry to have made you lose an hour and a half of sleep."

He kissed her back, his "temper" oddly gone. "Yeah, be wiser next time."

"Love you, you old fart"

It was his turn to roll his eyes, "Love you, too, you bossy minx." and with that he was gone.

Hermione chuckled to herself, it was the same thing over and over again, and she loved it. She looked up at Harry, who she noticed hadn't said a word.

"Are you upset with me, too?"

He shook his head, "No, I was just worried."

She sighed, "Good, I can't handle two Rons tonight."

"So what happened with you anyway?"

"I broke my ankle, I had to go to Madame Pomfrey to get it fixed."

His expression turned from curious to concern. "Are you ok?"

"Yes, I'm fine now."

Harry nodded then he asked, "So who brought you to the Hospital Wing? I'm sure you didn't just waltz in there."

Hermione was caught off guard, Damn I suck at lying, she thought gravely. "Oh, umm...someone helped me."

"Who?"

"Uh..." she muttered, thinking desperately for a name, any name! C'mon, you're the brains in the group! They'll buy anything you say! Just-say-a- name! "Hannah!"

Harry bought it. But not before asking why Hannah had been outside. Hermione told him that she was meeting a boy because "you know why". All Harry said was "Oh."

After that, he kissed her good night, strangely letting it last a little longer than usual, but thinking that it was only because he was worried and sorry for her ankle.

A few minutes later, she was in bed, knowing how much she hated lying to her friends but smiling and thinking how she couldn't wait for the morning to come.


Hermione was sitting on a chair beside Ginny. For the past hour, they've been talking about one thing, or rather one person – Micheal, Ginny's ex from back in fourth year. A few days ago, Ginny asked Hermione if she could possibly talk with her about her "feelings" and their situation. Hermione tried her best to give Ginny the right advices and suggestions, trying her best to help Ginny make a decision, and hopefully not the wrong one. Personally, she thought that Ginny and Micheal were good for each other, they were too cute. Also because it pleased Hermione to see Ron cringe anytime he saw his sister with that good-for-nothing git. All night, they've been discussing guys and love.

"So how about you Hermione?"

"How am I on what?"

"On love, when do you think you'll fall in love?"

Instantly, her mind brought up a pair of piercing gray eyes, and soft tender lips. But she shook her head. I'm way too young to fall in love, she told herself.

"I don't know. I'm way too young to fall in love and so are you." She told Ginny, "Don't go professing your love for Micheal no matter how much you think you care for him. I just don't think we're old enough with a sufficient amount of experience to know if we love someone."

"But Hermione, how could we have any 'experience' if it doesn't happen? I don't know about you but I want to 'experience' when I'm young and not old and wrinkly."

Hermione sighed, Ginny had a good point.

"And," Ginny continued, "loving someone doesn't come with knowledge, it's how you feel inside. You just know when it happens." Ginny looked at her meaningfully.

"So you think people can fall in love at any age?"

"Well obviously not too young, we wouldn't want to see ten year olds snogging each other, because that's just not appropriate. But yes, I think you can fall in love when you find the right person." Then she narrowed her eyes, "Why?" she asked suspiciously.

Hermione blushed, she had to recover pretty quickly, "Nothing, I was just wondering why you know so much about this whole love department."

At this, Ginny laughed, "All my knowledge come from one thing,"

"Not from personal experience I hope."

Ginny giggled, "Nah, I'm not that lucky. No, actually I get all this from romance novels."

Hermione raised her eyebrows then laughed. If anyone was straight up, forward, fiery and a hopeless romantic, it was Ginny.

Several minutes later, Hermione checked her watch, it was almost time. In fact, she had exactly six minutes to get out of there and head to the Tower to be on time.

"Listen Gin, I'd love to stay and chat but I've got to go."

"Where are you going? I didn't know you had any plans."

"Oh, well I didn't, it was sort of a last minute kind of thing."

"Where are you going?"

Hermione didn't know what to say. She'd never been one to lie to people. If anyone asked her of something, she never knew how to tell them no, especially when they were her close friends.

"Oh, uh- well, I don't really want to say. I can't..."

Ginny chuckled, "It's ok 'Mione. You don't have to tell me everything about your life. If you have to go do something for yourself, then go ahead." her young friend said understandingly.

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief, "Thanks Gin, now I got to go. Bye."

With that, Hermione left, in a rush to get ready.


Draco arrived at the Tower exactly five minutes early. He didn't know why, but he really wanted to be there when she did. He didn't want her to wait and accidentally give her the false idea that he was ditching her. He just didn't know that exactly that was what was going to happen to him.

Where is she? Draco thought. Great, what are you doing here? She probably got scared and confused and decided to ditch YOU. Bullocks.

It had been seven minutes and just when he was about to despair, Hermione showed up like the best thing in the world. She was wearing ordinary clothes. The black jeans that she loved to wear, a navy blue sweater that was just a little big for her size and she had her hair in a lose pony tail. She had the faintest touch of make up, barely there and she smelled like her lavender shampoo mixed with her 'early morning' body spray (even though it was already well into the night). Draco was struck by how simple she looked and yet no one had ever seemed so endearing.

He smiled as soon as he saw her. They walked up to each other slowly. It was quite awkward, neither knew what to say.

"Hi" Hermione said.

"Hi" he said back.

They both laughed nervously. They didn't move until Draco finally lost his control and moved to her closely and kissed her full lips. It was quite a hard kiss and she was caught in surprise but she didn't mind. No, she didn't mind at all. After a couple of minutes, Draco broke the kiss.

"Sorry, I just had to." He said. Apologizing for his impulsive action. Hermione just laughed softly.

"No need to say sorry," she answered. No, she thought, you don't have to apologize for kissing me like that.

And then she kissed him. She wrapped one arm around his neck while her other hand cupped his face. He, in turn, circled his arms around her waist, bringing her closer. Fireworks and explosions were set off in Hermione's heart. As all girls, she loved romance and from time to time, would sneak in a romantic novel for some night reading. And in every context, she read about how the chemistry between two people can be so powerful and astonishing, that it was the best feeling in the world. And every time she read about them, she wondered whether or not something so wonderful could ever happen to her. And now that it has, she wondered if the authors only guessed about the overwhelming emotion because what she was feeling now was beyond anything she'd ever read on pages. It was breathtaking.

When Hermione advanced on him and began to lean up, Draco couldn't remember a time when he was ever so willing to do anything. He wrapped his arms all around her, wanting to feel her against him again. And she felt wonderful. Draco fathomed over the warmness and delicacy of her body. She was so soft and comfortable to hold and it made Draco feel relaxed like he'd never felt before. Draco kept kissing her, moving his hand to the back of her neck, keeping their lips locked. He slid his tongue over her lower lip and felt her tremble slightly. He gently beckoned her to open her mouth slowly and she did so with out any pretences. As soon as they're tongues met, it was a totally different experience for him. Apart from feeling astounded at how much he craved for this for so long, there was something else there that he couldn't quite describe. It was like tasting something sour after a long time and your mouth got all watery and tingly. It was similar to that sweet sensation, except Hermione didn't taste sour at all. The same reaction seem to have overcome her also, because she whimpered softly into his mouth, tightening her hold on him, furthering his desire even more.

They were like this for a long time, standing in a heated embrace, wrapped up in each other, never minding the world as it continued on, leaving them both still in their own time.

After a while, Draco gently guided them against the wall. Hermione found this very alluring, and sexy. She, Hermione Granger, one third of the trio that for so long Draco Malfoy had set out to destroy, was pinned against the wall by him. Hermione relaxed, she was enjoying having Draco search her. His tongue was touching every corner and every crevice of her mouth, and pleasuring her at the same time. It was a sensation unknown to her. She has definitely never felt this way before. It was like her heart was opening up to everything he did, everything he offered. And she gave in freely. Even though Hermione's mind was going haywire, her hands knew just what to do. It was as if they did in their own volition. She wove her arms around his neck tightly, pressing herself as close to him as she desired. She could feel his muscles through his shirt, the beating of his heart against her chest; she could also feel the strength of his arms as they moved over her body. Around her waist, the back of her neck, deep in her hair, every spot of skin he touched burned her sensationally. For this long, she'd been able to keep herself from moaning, it was very hard but she still had a sense of control. But when he moved his soft lips from hers, and began to kiss her neck, all that she'd bottled up inside just came out of her unstoppably.

It wasn't loud or shocking, it was quite soft but it was the most desirable sound Draco has ever heard. When he couldn't take it anymore, he forced himself to remove his lips from Hermione's sweet mouth. He wanted to kiss her neck. It was so tempting he just had to. And when he bit into it tenderly, a soft, deep groan emitted from Hermione's throat. It was a soft gasp and it made Draco wish for this night to never end. No body has ever made him want something so badly and he didn't want the feeling to go away anytime soon.

Draco was pulling on Hermione's collar, to make more room, and give him better access to her skin when she reached up and combed her hand through his hair. She was surprised to find them so light and soft. Hermione moaned again, thoroughly enjoying what he was doing to her, the feelings and emotions he unawarely evoked from deep within her. She tilted her head a little more, wanting so much. As if sensing Hermione's unspoken message, he wound his arms even tighter around her waist, canceling out any doubts Hermione had about them getting any possibly closer.

Hermione found herself so tight against Draco that she could feel every tremble, every shiver, every heartbeat and every groan. But she didn't mind. No, she thought, she didn't mind at all. She just realized how worth it it was to come tonight when suddenly she felt something cold on her lower back. It took her about a second to figure out that it was Draco's hand. He had slid his hand inside her shirt. It caught Hermione about a mile away, but she soon realized how much she liked the feel of him. So, instead of pulling away, she moved closer. Telling him, with out words, to continue.

Draco was glad and fully relieved. He didn't know whether to take the risk of her walking away and upset. He didn't want her to leave now, maybe not for a long time. But with Hermione, he just didn't seem to be able to keep his hands from roaming everywhere. It was a risk, a possibility of her never speaking to him again, and he didn't know what it was exactly that made him do it, but when he did, he was rewarded by her giving into his touch.

He was gently and slowly making circles at the bottom of her spine, when she suddenly cupped his face with both small hands and kissed him full on the lips. This time taking charge, she slid her tongue inside his mouth, immediately searching for his. She was coaxing his tongue with hers erotically when the hormones kicked in badly. There was no doubt that he'd been turned on even before she arrived at the Tower, but now, with their lips busy, his hand running up and down her smooth skin and her hands around him, he couldn't deny that he wanted to do more than what they were presently doing. But even with the yearning to really please her, he felt strangely content with just holding her. Sure he wanted to take Hermione back to his dorm and do what he's done before, though not exactly with the same reasons or intentions or emotions. But just standing here, in the Tower with her, kissing her, he'd felt more satisfied than all of the other times he'd had with other girls put together.

Too caught up in Hermione's actions, he didn't realize just how much his hands were wandering about. It wasn't until Hermione reached for his hand, did he find that he had had his hand dangerously close to her upper body. He looked at Hermione, her eyes wide and vulnerable.

"I don't – I'm not ready." Hermione said, her voice trembling a little.

Draco shook his head, angry with himself for getting carried away. "No, it's my fault. I didn't mean to. I just ... did I hurt you?" his voice sounded undoubtedly concerned.

"No, it was just a surprise that's all." When Draco nodded with out looking her in the eyes, she sensed that he was sorry and he, too, had been unaware of the consequences that will inevitably come afterwards. And that they couldn't go that far yet, for many reasons. But just like her, he wasn't fully thinking about it, he was too busy with the other fervent scenes, which left them out of breath, that had unfolded just seconds ago.

She bent her head a little lower, looking into his eyes, willing him to face her. "Draco?" she called softly. He gazed down at her, his eyes filled with passion and lust, taking her breath away and momentarily making her forget what she was going to say. "It's ok. Are you mad at me?" thinking that maybe she had upset him by stopping.

It was his turn to widen his eyes, "No, I should've been more careful. I didn't mean to get carried away, it was just..." he trailed off, not saying any thing more.

Hermione reached for his hand, "I know." She said, understanding his lack for words.

He smiled. Twining their fingers together, he said, "Want to sit?"

Hermione looked around, knowing there weren't any benches or seats to sit on. But before she could comment on it, Draco pulled out his wand and conjured up a blanket for them and another one, a thicker one, for them to wrap around their bodies.

Hermione laughed, she looked up at him and felt her face go red as he smiled cheekily. He's so damn cute, Hermione thought.

"So, how was your day?" Draco asked, as they sat down on the blanket. She sat in between his spread legs, his arms around her waist. She leaned back into him, soaking in the warmth, before answering.

"Uneventful. Nothing different about it."

Draco bent his head, resting his chin on her shoulder, "Uneventful? Nothing different?"

She giggled, "Well, maybe something happened. But it was no big deal."

"No big deal?" he said in mock outrage, "What exactly did you do, Ms. Granger?"

She sighed happily, they were flirting and it gave her a tingly feeling inside. "Well it was nothing. Just this poor bloke wanted to snog me a little and so I let him out of pity's sake. Just a few kisses here and there, nothing extraordinary."

"Really?" he said, "well, bad luck to you because I've also met quite a lady tonight. But unlike yours, mine was great."

Hermione blushed nonsensically; she turned her head, "Great you say?"

Draco nodded, "She was quite good," And then, looking directly at her, with out blinking, he added, "She was wonderful."

She gazed at him now. Taken aback by his blunt compliment. She hadn't expected him to say anything like that, however much she wanted to hear it. Not knowing what to say, or rather afraid of speaking, she kissed him. She brought her hand to the back of his neck and pulled his face down to hers. He met her lips half way, just as eager as she.

A couple of minutes later, they pulled apart. Hermione smiled, keeping her mouth just inches from his, "I was joking. My bloke was good, too."

He raised his eyebrows, "Just good?" he asked, "Not astounding, not amazing, not out of this world. Just good?"

Hermione scrunched up her face, as if thinking about it really hard, "Um...hmm...yup." She nodded enthusiastically, "Just good." And then she burst out laughing, seeing his funny expression. Hermione didn't stop as Draco playfully 'dipped' her and then brought her back up again. She kissed his cheek sweetly, "I'm kidding. He was stunning."

"Stunning, eh?"

"Yes, and marvelous. And dazzling."

"Ok ok, don't make this 'bloke' sound all girly."

"He was anything but."

"So if he was so great, why didn't you just say so?"

It took her a minute to answer, "I wanted to make you jealous."

"Yeah?" he squeezed her, "well it worked." And before Hermione had the chance to say anything, he silenced her with another heavenly kiss.


Draco was walking back to his dorm. He had said goodnight to Hermione just minutes before but he was already thinking about running back and asking her to stay a little longer. If Draco had ever been more excited in his life, it was now. Before departing, Hermione and he were standing, holding hands, at the Astronomy entrance, kissing goodnight. And it was a long goodnight. Even after they broke the kiss, they simply stood there locked in a heated embrace, whispering things, or saying nothing at all. And there was a sense of calmness and content that overwhelmed him. And then they kissed some more.

Draco was sure that Hermione has been by far the best kisser. And no one had ever evoked such feelings from him by just being near. He didn't understand it, but he realized that maybe he doesn't want to. All he knew and cared about was how much he enjoyed being with Hermione and how much more he wanted to spend time with her. She was undeniably attractive. He'd known that since the first day back, but it wasn't until now had he been able to admit such a thing to himself. She was also very different from every other girl he'd ever been with. First of all, she was a very simple person. And this attracted her to him by an unknown force. He was stunned by how pretty she looked with out the stitch of make up and wearing the plainest clothes in the closet. But she was also endearing as a person. Now that he thought about it, it kind of made sense that they might and could work. They were alike in many ways, although before, Draco would've hexed himself to oblivion before admitting it. They were determined, intelligent, focused and ambitious. They both share the love for education, learning and making something out of themselves. They both strive for success and didn't give up easily. They were strong in those aspects of life and character. But what else is there? He thought. I know a whole lot more about her now, that's for sure. But is it enough?

Draco suddenly regretted ever wasting the past six years on name-calling, constant insults, never ending fights and hurtful comments. So what if she was a muggle? She's just as good as us, no doubt better than most in this bloody school. Personally, it didn't matter to Draco as much as it mattered to his father. Growing up in a household with parents who 'despised' muggle borns (his father), it sort of rubs on you through the years. Draco grew up thinking muggles were filthy and disgusting. That they were worthless and should be banished from the wizarding world. But being stuck in a school ran by a wizard who loved muggle borns and with them crawling everywhere, can teach you a few things or so. In his time here at Hogwarts, as much as he used to refuse it, he found very little differences between the muggle borns and himself. They all looked the same, they acted the same, and they were just as good/bad, smart/stupid as the pure blooded students. And sometimes, Draco found himself favoring them over his 'own kind'. Pansy, for instance. They might be friends, but it was not a secret that he loathed her at times. It was then, mostly during fourth and fifth year, did he begin to wonder if his father had been right this whole time. Were muggle borns below them? And what would his father say if he found out what Draco was doing? Especially with Hermione Granger.

Thinking about this, the current situation and the consequences they'd have to endure should they reveal their secret, was confusing Draco more and more. All he wanted to do was to get to bed, get through the next day and finally meet once again at the Astronomy Tower with the one girl that he couldn't seem to resist.

That night in his sleep, Draco stupidly tried to force himself to dream about a certain brunette with that same sweet smile. But of course, failed miserably. And of course, had no idea he was unsuccessful because he was sleeping.


A/N: Hey guys! So, what did you think? Are they (Dr/H) going too fast? Or too slow? You tell me. Any suggestions? Ok well pls REVIEW!! I need to know what you guys think because I am mostly writing this for you all – and for me. Anyway...'till next time.

Also, I apologize if the text of my chapters aren't correct. I can't seem to save the document and then post them just as I like. For example, it doesn't always tab when I want them to...anyways, as long as you guys are ok with that. thanx.