Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the other characters or
settings in this fanfiction. Unfortunately that also includes Draco
Malfoy...but I own the plot.
It was Friday afternoon and Hermione was sitting on the floor watching the flames dance in the healthy fire in front of her. The Gryffindor common room was empty, just like how she felt inside, empty and lonely. This caused her to shiver as she brought her knees up under her chin and closed her eyes.
She had barely spoken to the boys that week. There would be moments of intense silence where she would consider finally apologizing to them, but every time she didn't know how she was going to explain her change of behaviour.
If that wasn't bad enough, potions class was even worse. She would sit stiffly in her seat, embarrassed by the heavy pounding of her heart against her chest. 'What if he could hear it?' she had asked herself several times. She never dared to even look at him, fearing any eye contact but she sensed him looking at her with his intense gaze. They had thankfully only taken notes the rest of the week so she had no excuse to interact with him. But she was still able to see him clearly through the corner of her eye, hear him breathe, smell that intoxicating cologne, feel the heat radiating off his body and to her dissatisfaction she knew her lips wanted to taste him. He was corrupting her senses and all she wanted was to be released by this evil lustful suffering.
Hermione opened her eyes; she desperately needed to rekindle the friendship before it gets worse. 'Tomorrow' she said to herself and began walking up the steps towards the dormitories, but looked at the door leading to the 6th year boy's dormitory. She scarcely heard a small hooting noise coming from behind the door. She turned the door knob and walked in. She looked over to her left and saw Ron's sleeping figure sprawled all over his bed, his red hair was illuminated by the moonlight glowing through the window, where she shifted her gaze. Hedwig was picking at her feathers and Hermione took several careful steps to get a better view of the window.
Harry was sitting against the wall next to the window clutching what looked like a small mirror. He didn't seem to notice she was a few feet from him. She saw the reflection of his eyes staring back at him through the mirror, "Harry...why are you still awake?" she whispered.
He looked up at her and exhaled. She had probably startled him. "I can't sleep," he answered.
"Neither can I," she said and took a seat next to him on the cold floor. She pointed towards the mirror, "What are you doing with that?"
"It's a gift Sirius gave me," he replied, "It's a two way mirror; he used to share it with my dad."
Hermione inhaled deeply, this was the first time Harry had mentioned Sirius since his death. He turned his body around so that he was directly facing her. It was the first time all week he had looked her in the eyes. His eyes reminded Hermione of a dementor, sucking out all the happiness out of you and replacing it with deep inescapable sorrow.
He swallowed hard, "I killed Sirius, Hermione, it was my entire fault," he choked out.
"Harry, no, no it wasn't your fault at all. You were trying to save him," she reassured him.
"He was safe, he was perfectly unharmed and it was because of my foolish obsession of saving the day that brought danger upon him. If I had only trusted...if I had only ignored the dreams...if I would've only listened to you..." he was massaging his forehead with his index finger and his thumb breathing deeply.
Hermione didn't know how to answer, didn't know what words to say instead she wrapped her arms around his neck and felt hot tears crawl down her cheek. "He died saving his godson, Harry; I don't think he would've picked any other way to leave this world."
Harry wrapped his arms around her small back and gripped her sides with his fingers. "You and Ron, you're all I have now, and I don't know how I'd live without you two."
"I'd never leave you Harry," she said and tightened her embrace but he loosened his grip and lifted her arms off his neck.
"I can't loose you Hermione, and this week I felt like I was loosing you, you were so distant. I felt like you were in danger and I didn't know how to pull you away from it. I can't let anything happen to you," he said seriously as he grabbed her shoulders firmly.
"Harry I can assure you I'm in no danger, I know it's hard to understand but I just feel like I need to sort things out before I can tell both you and Ron. But I'm sorry Harry, I'm so sorry for any worry I have selfishly put you and Ron in but I need you to forgive me. I can't go another day without you two," tears were now flowing freely down her cheek as she hid her face in her hands, ashamed of the lack of control she had.
Harry lifted her face and wiped the tears off her face with his thumb. This time he pulled Hermione against him and rubbed her back as he affectionately patted her head. "Go to bed 'Mione," he told her as he gently kissed her forehead.
She nodded against his chest then took a deep breath and hurriedly got up from her spot. She muttered a goodnight then walked out of the dormitory closing the door behind her as she rubbed her wet face with the sleeve of her robe.
'I can't go on like this,' she thought to herself, but thoughts were swarming around in her head. She needed to go somewhere to straighten them out. Her legs started guiding her towards the astronomy tower.
She needed to put back all desires and concentrate on being there for Harry. She would be going against everything she and her best friends had stood by for years and she knew she had to some way destroy the sinful lust growing inside of her like a disease.
Her pace quickened up the steps almost craving for that moonlight. When she reached the top she absorbed the moonlight making every bit of her take it in as she inhaled the summer air deeply like an addictive drug. Then once again all sense of control she had been trying to regain escaped her.
There he was leaning over the balcony bathing in the same moonlight. He turned around and his eyes captured hers. She was taken prisoner and every bit of resistance would have been powerless. "What are you doing here Granger?"
"I...I – I have every right to be here Malfoy," she stammered.
He started walking towards her casually as he pulled his disheveled hair out of his face then gently pinched her chin between his fingers, "Of course, but what I would like to know is why is a little Mudblood like yourself doing up here in the astronomy tower in the early hours of the morning."
Hermione jerked his hand from her face, "That is strictly none of your bloody business Malfoy," she spat at him.
He frowned causing his eyes to narrow, directing his glare to her eyes. Hermione shut them tight and only opened them after she knew her gaze would land on the Forbidden Forest. "And what about you, what are you doing here?" she asked him while folding her arms cross her chest.
"Well the same goes for you, doesn't it?" he answered calmly but his tone of voice was so threatening Hermione backed away and almost as if she was forced out of her own will, her eyes connected with his. The ice cold grey depths caused her to freeze in her spot, ever inch of her wanted to run away but she was once again a prisoner and his eyes were burning her soul.
He wrapped his arms around her waist never letting go of her eyes. "What sort of spell have you laid upon me you filthy enchantress?" he whispered as his lips ever so slightly brushed against her cheek.
Hermione's heart fluttered spastically inside of her chest, her body was aching for the touch of his lips more and more. "Let go of me Mal-," she started but almost as if he had read her mind, the next thing she knew his lips were pressed forcefully against hers.
It was Friday afternoon and Hermione was sitting on the floor watching the flames dance in the healthy fire in front of her. The Gryffindor common room was empty, just like how she felt inside, empty and lonely. This caused her to shiver as she brought her knees up under her chin and closed her eyes.
She had barely spoken to the boys that week. There would be moments of intense silence where she would consider finally apologizing to them, but every time she didn't know how she was going to explain her change of behaviour.
If that wasn't bad enough, potions class was even worse. She would sit stiffly in her seat, embarrassed by the heavy pounding of her heart against her chest. 'What if he could hear it?' she had asked herself several times. She never dared to even look at him, fearing any eye contact but she sensed him looking at her with his intense gaze. They had thankfully only taken notes the rest of the week so she had no excuse to interact with him. But she was still able to see him clearly through the corner of her eye, hear him breathe, smell that intoxicating cologne, feel the heat radiating off his body and to her dissatisfaction she knew her lips wanted to taste him. He was corrupting her senses and all she wanted was to be released by this evil lustful suffering.
Hermione opened her eyes; she desperately needed to rekindle the friendship before it gets worse. 'Tomorrow' she said to herself and began walking up the steps towards the dormitories, but looked at the door leading to the 6th year boy's dormitory. She scarcely heard a small hooting noise coming from behind the door. She turned the door knob and walked in. She looked over to her left and saw Ron's sleeping figure sprawled all over his bed, his red hair was illuminated by the moonlight glowing through the window, where she shifted her gaze. Hedwig was picking at her feathers and Hermione took several careful steps to get a better view of the window.
Harry was sitting against the wall next to the window clutching what looked like a small mirror. He didn't seem to notice she was a few feet from him. She saw the reflection of his eyes staring back at him through the mirror, "Harry...why are you still awake?" she whispered.
He looked up at her and exhaled. She had probably startled him. "I can't sleep," he answered.
"Neither can I," she said and took a seat next to him on the cold floor. She pointed towards the mirror, "What are you doing with that?"
"It's a gift Sirius gave me," he replied, "It's a two way mirror; he used to share it with my dad."
Hermione inhaled deeply, this was the first time Harry had mentioned Sirius since his death. He turned his body around so that he was directly facing her. It was the first time all week he had looked her in the eyes. His eyes reminded Hermione of a dementor, sucking out all the happiness out of you and replacing it with deep inescapable sorrow.
He swallowed hard, "I killed Sirius, Hermione, it was my entire fault," he choked out.
"Harry, no, no it wasn't your fault at all. You were trying to save him," she reassured him.
"He was safe, he was perfectly unharmed and it was because of my foolish obsession of saving the day that brought danger upon him. If I had only trusted...if I had only ignored the dreams...if I would've only listened to you..." he was massaging his forehead with his index finger and his thumb breathing deeply.
Hermione didn't know how to answer, didn't know what words to say instead she wrapped her arms around his neck and felt hot tears crawl down her cheek. "He died saving his godson, Harry; I don't think he would've picked any other way to leave this world."
Harry wrapped his arms around her small back and gripped her sides with his fingers. "You and Ron, you're all I have now, and I don't know how I'd live without you two."
"I'd never leave you Harry," she said and tightened her embrace but he loosened his grip and lifted her arms off his neck.
"I can't loose you Hermione, and this week I felt like I was loosing you, you were so distant. I felt like you were in danger and I didn't know how to pull you away from it. I can't let anything happen to you," he said seriously as he grabbed her shoulders firmly.
"Harry I can assure you I'm in no danger, I know it's hard to understand but I just feel like I need to sort things out before I can tell both you and Ron. But I'm sorry Harry, I'm so sorry for any worry I have selfishly put you and Ron in but I need you to forgive me. I can't go another day without you two," tears were now flowing freely down her cheek as she hid her face in her hands, ashamed of the lack of control she had.
Harry lifted her face and wiped the tears off her face with his thumb. This time he pulled Hermione against him and rubbed her back as he affectionately patted her head. "Go to bed 'Mione," he told her as he gently kissed her forehead.
She nodded against his chest then took a deep breath and hurriedly got up from her spot. She muttered a goodnight then walked out of the dormitory closing the door behind her as she rubbed her wet face with the sleeve of her robe.
'I can't go on like this,' she thought to herself, but thoughts were swarming around in her head. She needed to go somewhere to straighten them out. Her legs started guiding her towards the astronomy tower.
She needed to put back all desires and concentrate on being there for Harry. She would be going against everything she and her best friends had stood by for years and she knew she had to some way destroy the sinful lust growing inside of her like a disease.
Her pace quickened up the steps almost craving for that moonlight. When she reached the top she absorbed the moonlight making every bit of her take it in as she inhaled the summer air deeply like an addictive drug. Then once again all sense of control she had been trying to regain escaped her.
There he was leaning over the balcony bathing in the same moonlight. He turned around and his eyes captured hers. She was taken prisoner and every bit of resistance would have been powerless. "What are you doing here Granger?"
"I...I – I have every right to be here Malfoy," she stammered.
He started walking towards her casually as he pulled his disheveled hair out of his face then gently pinched her chin between his fingers, "Of course, but what I would like to know is why is a little Mudblood like yourself doing up here in the astronomy tower in the early hours of the morning."
Hermione jerked his hand from her face, "That is strictly none of your bloody business Malfoy," she spat at him.
He frowned causing his eyes to narrow, directing his glare to her eyes. Hermione shut them tight and only opened them after she knew her gaze would land on the Forbidden Forest. "And what about you, what are you doing here?" she asked him while folding her arms cross her chest.
"Well the same goes for you, doesn't it?" he answered calmly but his tone of voice was so threatening Hermione backed away and almost as if she was forced out of her own will, her eyes connected with his. The ice cold grey depths caused her to freeze in her spot, ever inch of her wanted to run away but she was once again a prisoner and his eyes were burning her soul.
He wrapped his arms around her waist never letting go of her eyes. "What sort of spell have you laid upon me you filthy enchantress?" he whispered as his lips ever so slightly brushed against her cheek.
Hermione's heart fluttered spastically inside of her chest, her body was aching for the touch of his lips more and more. "Let go of me Mal-," she started but almost as if he had read her mind, the next thing she knew his lips were pressed forcefully against hers.