She made herself get more into the kiss, which wasn't hard. He was an excellent kisser. With their hands sliding in each other's hair and rolling around on the bed, by the time they stopped for a breath, they both looked like a mess and were breathing heavily.
Draco slid his right hand under her neck and lifted her up. They both sat on the bed staring at each other, foreheads pressed together, breathing out of control. Mainly Hermione's.
His hand fell from the back of her neck to the beginning of her jeans, thumb looped in the back belt buckle. His other hand was slowly moving its way from her knee to her hip, but once it reached mid-thigh, she gasped and shuddered.
He chuckled and teasingly said, "I thought you trusted me."
"Shut up."
"Hm, no," and he kissed her.
She released and said, "I trust you, but this… you… it's still all new to me. I… want to take things slow for now."
He nodded. "I understand. But you can't hold back forever." He pecked her on the neck and breathed, "The wait would kill me," into her skin.
She was shaking; the contact had sent a rush through her body.
He moved to lie down beside her, and she moved so that she was lying down in his arms. They stayed that way for a while. Suddenly, a thought occurred to her and made her bolt upright.
"What if your parents come home?" she said, panicking.
"They have business to attend to in Australia. They said they'd be gone for a week, and they left a day and a half ago. We're fine."
She turned to look at him, her face showing him that his words were not reassuring.
"Or," Draco started, "if it makes you feel more comfortable we can leave right now and I'll drop you back off at your place."
She smiled at that, and he grinned in return, thankful that he had managed to say the right words this time.
They made their way to the car and they drove to Hermione's place.
On the drive there, they had just finished a conversation about Australia when Hermione's stomach growled of hunger, disturbing the silence that was in the car. She looked over at him, and he was trying not to smile. She could feel her cheeks burning of embarrassment.
They finally made it to her apartment and she was still incredibly embarrassed. He walked her to the front door and kissed her cheek before she went inside.
She looked through the window again and watched him drive off. When he was completely out of sight, she condemned herself for letting her stomach go off like that. That was probably the most embarrassing moment of my life, she thought.
Hermione dropped her bag and ran into the kitchen, looking for something to eat. She had gone grocery shopping the previous day and was now looking for things to make a sandwich with. There was bread, butter and sliced cheese, so she had decided on making a grilled cheese sandwich.
Before starting on her snack, she went upstairs to change into sweat pants and a tank top, but kept her bra on because it was just weird moving around so much without it. She then felt cold, and being too lazy to change into a long-sleeved shirt, put on one of Ron's old baggy sweaters that he had left behind.
She went back downstairs to start on her sandwich, and as the pan was warming up, the doorbell rang. She slowly put her things down and walked over to the front door, almost slipping on the tiles with her pink and blue fuzzy socks.
When she opened the door, she was surprised to find Draco standing there. He was still in his suit, looking as professional and sexy as ever.
She was embarrassed by what happened in the car earlier, but now that this man in an expensive suit was staring at her wearing sweats and fuzzy socks, she was twice as embarrassed. Maybe three times as much.
"Draco, what-," she began.
He cut her off by pulling out a plastic bag filled with take-out containers from behind his back with a label on it that said "thank you" with a smiley face. "I don't know why, but when we were driving I got this gut feeling that you might be hungry," he said with a wink.
They both laughed and she stepped out of the doorway to let him inside. Once he was inside, he took off his shoes and left them by the door. Before he could start walking towards the kitchen she stepped in front of him and kissed him. He was taller by a few inches, and since she wasn't wearing shoes, she had to go on her tip-toes.
Her arms were wrapped around his neck, the arm not carrying food around her waist. She lowered down to her normal height and quietly said, "You are amazing."
She could feel a cocky remark coming, so she led him into the kitchen before he could even think of that remark. While he placed all the food on the dining table, Hermione turned off the stove, returned her ingredients to the fridge, and pulled out paper plates and plastic utensils for them to use.
When they were settled down in the chairs, Draco stood up to get plastic cups for the pop cans that came with their meal of Chinese food from a place five minutes away from her house. He poured half of a can of Sprite into one glass and the remaining half into another glass.
He sat down and placed the glass in front of Hermione. She gratefully took it and sipped from the glass.
While they ate their mixture of fried rice, chicken, and vegetables, they were watching the movie Titanic in the background. Draco had never seen this movie before, as it was a muggle custom, but he was enjoying it. Just when Rose had spit in Cal's face and went to look for Jack, Draco let out an audible gasp.
"What was that for?" she asked.
"I'm just glad she finally left him. She's going after her true love now."
She smiled.
He looked down at his food and said, "She's leaving the man she thought she loved and is running to the man who truly has her heart." He looked up, but not at her.
She got the feeling he was describing their current situation. Hermione was leaving Ron, the man she thought she loved with all her heart, but now she is chasing Draco, who truly has her heart. She would normally argue that she loves Ron more than she loves Draco, but then again if she really did love him that much, she wouldn't have done all that stuff with Draco.
She said nothing. She smiled at him and continued to watch the movie. He did the same, and when they were finally finished eating, the ending credits rolled up the screen.
"What did you think?" she asked.
"I thought it was wonderful," he answered.
They smiled at each other and put away the paper plates into the garbage can. By the time they finished cleaning up, it was close to eleven o'clock.
"You should go home now," she suggested. "It's late."
"It's not even eleven. And it's Friday. Which means tomorrow is Saturday. Which means I don't have to sleep early because there is no reason for me to wake up early."
She sighed and shook her head. "You said yourself that you're a busy man, surely you have company things that need attending to."
"Yes, things that can wait."
"But I still really think-"
"You wouldn't really make me go back to that giant house all by myself, would you? It's huge and it's empty, and I have no one there but the house elves and I get so lonely and please do not make me go there alone." He fake pouted and gave her sad, puppy-dog eyes.
She hit his arm.
"OW!" he exclaimed. "What on earth was that for?"
"Go home!" she said.
He headed toward the door, and she followed him. Just as they were nearing the front entrance, Draco made a beeline for the staircase and took the steps two at a time.
She yelled his name, but he kept running, causing Hermione to run after him.
She frantically looked up and down the hallway, searching through the doorway of the guest room and bathroom to see if he was there. She found him in the master bedroom, lying on the bed as if he were a model for a clothing line.
"This bed is so comfortable, I don't know how you sleep in it by yourself," he said, looking into the ceiling.
She walked over to him. They had both calmed down, and since Draco was doing nothing but relaxing, she was studying his face. He looked so peaceful, and in truth she really did want him to spend the night. But that would be a huge step for them, especially for her since her and Ron never-
"Aren't you going to lie down with me?" he asked, breaking away her thoughts. He patted the area of the bed beside him and smiled.
She walked over to him and sat on the bed. She continued to look at his still body before shifting into a comfortable position beside him on the bed.
They lay there untouching. Instead, they looked at the ceiling, both of them clearly in deep thought.
She heard snoring about thirty minutes later, and sat up on the bed to look at Draco's sleeping body. The rise and fall of his chest influenced hers, and soon their breaths were synchronized.
She shook his shoulder and said, "Stay the night." He smiled. "But if you want to sleep in the bed, you can't wear those clothes. They're dirty."
She walked up to get some of her dad's old, baggy t-shirts that she loved sleeping in when she heard the unzip of a zipper. She whipped her head around to find Draco undressing himself beside the bed.
Hermione was about to ask what he was doing when he said, "It's a good thing I only ever sleep in my boxers and a t-shirt," and winked.
Although it would be completely distracting during the night, she allowed it and watched him and he slipped under the covers. Hermione, already dressed for sleeping, joined him and lay next to him so that they were face-to-face.
"Don't you dare try anything," she whispered.
He only laughed, shook his head and kissed her on the forehead. Then he slid his left hand around her waist while she did the same to him. Wrapped in each other's arms, they fell asleep with the comfort of each other's warmth.
