Author's Notes: Hey guys! Guess who has a beta to write her romance scenes? ME! Just in case you are wondering we message each other through hotmail, just because Fanfiction is a bit too slow and because they don't want anyone to know their name. I'm sorry I can't tell you who they are but they wrote me the cutest scene this chapter! So read on my younglings!

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Lost Blood

By: Solest-Light-In-The-Dark

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***One Week Later***

Hermione Malfoy had never been a good liar.

And Draco Malfoy had always been good at reading people.

So it didn't even take him a minute to figure out that Hermione was hiding something from him. And it was most certainly something about that damn book since it had "magically" gone missing. And when he asked her if he could read the book she gave him a prompt reply of 'There is nothing in it.' There was no emotion on her face but her eyes betrayed the lie very quickly by wandering everywhere other than his face.

And so that was why every night he had been scavenging the house like some retarded animal for the book. And he was pretty sure she checked daily for any disturbances with the book.

It royally annoyed him that she still managed to hold a normal conversation with the still dead inside Weasley's when he walked past, which was quite often.

In truth, Hermione felt incredibly paranoid. She had cast a spell to know whenever he was coming close to her, or the book, so that she could quickly set her guard up. It wasn't the first time she had to hide something important to her. In fact she'd say she was bonkers if she hadn't hid half of the things she did in life.

She had such a long list. Elda and Draco being her main ones. She had hidden her small crush on Ronald for a long time, and just when he began to realise his feelings she had ended up married and pregnant to her enemy. That would have been incredibly awkward to explain, so she hid it and left.

Life sucked at that period of time...

'Die.' Ginny hissed as her knight moved forward and ripped George's rook's head off. 'And that,' she said petting her knight fondly on the head, 'is how a master plays.' She finished with a bright smirk.

George still wasn't the same, but he was getting better. 'Be like that then! Kill your dear brother's rooks then!' He sniffled and wiped the remaining body parts, which Ginny's knight was quite happily grinding into the ground, of the board.

Ginny joyously patted him on the head and smiled wider.

Hermione was reading another one of Murriel's books next to them and found Ginny's constant whooping to have become an annoying distraction and so she smiled at the pair and left for Murriel's large garden.

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Murriel's garden was divided into sections. A vegetable patch, a flower garden and a secluded area closed of with thick leaved bushes and trees, small flowers grew in between cracks in the pavement and a colony of gnomes had taken to camping outside a particularly flowery bush. If you looked really hard you could find your way in there. Hermione had found her way there accidentally once and since then kept coming back.

There was a tree branch that was conveniently shaped so she could slide herself in and read peacefully. On the next branch up, the underside had a colony of small fairies, there was another convenient place to sit. Though since she wasn't very keen of heights, she had no idea of that.

The fairies provided an excellent light for reading and she soon settled into the crook of the tree and read on, immune to the numerous rustlings all around her.

It was already dark out and so the small lights that twinkled so simply around her looked quite mystical. Hermione reminded herself to bring Elda here as she turned to her third page since being here. There was a thump of a creature landing somewhere above her but she was much to engrossed with her book to take any notice.

The tree's massive branches overshadowed the whole garden, it was hundreds of years old. The branch Hermione was sitting on was thicker than her waist and much longer than her entire length. She and Ginny could probably lie toe to toe and still the branch would be longer, and hold their weight.

She turned the page with incredible interest, not even pausing when an even larger thump, and rustle of leaves this time too, came from above her. Her eyes darted quickly across the page. Only pausing to re-read a word or two.

This time a horribly loud rustle and thump came from in front of her and she dropped her book and jumped into a feline crouch. The bright pinpricks of light scattered for a moment then lit the creature in front of her.

'Still reading, Granger?'

A thick look of shock was on her face. 'WHAT THE HELL MALFOY!' She quietly screeched, making wild movements with her arms.

She could see him smirk by the faint light. 'I like trees.' He replied with a shrug.

She pulled her astonished face away from his and settled into a more dignified position. Standing up actually. 'Well joy. Maybe next time a bit of a more subtle entry would be very nice.' She hissed. 'What the hell where you doing up here anyway?'

'Oh this and that. Thinking, observing, searching.' He grabbed a thinner branch above them and used it to guide him towards her.

She gulped. 'Searching, in a tree? For what!'

He stopped calmly in front of her.

'What was in that book Granger?' He asked.

'N-nothing.'

'You are horrible at lying, you know that?' He edged forward. 'So again. What was in that book?'

She could feel his warm breath on her face and his eyes watching her intently. She quickly averted her eyes to a fairy hovering to their far left, it glowed a brilliant white.

'Look at me Granger.' She felt the palm of his hand rest upon her cheek. He forced her gaze away from the bright light and, instead, onto his face. 'What was in that book?'

The light was softly reflecting of his eyes. She suddenly became quite aware of just how close they were.

'Granger...' He breathed.

A strand of his hair tickled her forehead and then she felt his skin come in contact with hers. His hand dropped from her cheek and she, for some stupid reason she didn't know, fumbled for it. She felt him breath in then out then in again.

'Granger...' He whispered again.

The breath that she held in spilled out and formed a small mist with his. She took in another breath.

'It said that we were meant to...'

There was a pause and she noticed him looking at their entwined hands. His empty hand trailed up her arm and paused, waiting for her reaction. When he got none other than a soft, but sharp, puff of air he continued up, until it rested in the crook of her neck.

'Malfoy...' She very softly breathed.

She saw the corner of his mouth twitch upwards. 'I have a first name.'

She felt his nose touch hers. 'Draco then.' She blew at his mouth. 'I have a name too.'

'Hermione then.' He whispered back.

They both smiled softly and their foreheads stopped touching. Instead their mouths came slightly closer. Hermione's empty hand reached up for his neck too. Their lips were almost touching, she could properly smell his mint lollies that she called "stupidly strong" that morning.

Their lips brushed ever so softly and slowly.

'OI GET OUT OF MY DAMN TREE!' Murriel yelled from underneath them.

They jumped apart and gave each other an awkward glance before quickly turning in separate directions. There was a loud rustle and she heard Draco land on the ground beneath them.

'WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU DOING IN MY TREE?' Murriel bellowed.

'Talking.' Draco replied smoothly.

There was some muttering on behalf of Murriel. 'Well what's wrong with you! Help the girl out of the damn tree!'

Hermione peered through a hole in the leaves. Murriel was glaring expectantly at Draco who was looking at Hermione with a sheepish and awkward look on his face. 'I'll catch you.' He mouthed.

Hermione sat down on the tree branch, she hated this part, and pushed of.

He caught her around the middle and set her down on the ground, all to aware of how close she was to him.

'Hurry up!' Murriel called from in front of them.

They quickly broke their eye contact and both took large steps away from each other.

I TOLD YOU MY BETA IS AWESOME AT LITTLE ROMANCE SCENES! I freaked after reading that too! If you guys are wondering why they were so intimate, 'Meant to be Together'. If they get to close then something sparks. Like when he busted his lip, instead of using her wand she mopped up his cut. When she cut her finger he bandaged it, then they woke up in each others arms. Every time they are particularly close they switch of and start going all romantic. *sighs* I love my beta. Who I shall Now Nic-name 'TAB' The Awesome Beta longwise :D

TAB Note: Honestly Solest! I'm not that good, you did perfectly fine yourself!