Truth Telling in the Library

The time of their departure was coming fast. Draco sighed heavily as he thought about not being with Hermione every day. The girl in question felt the sigh, seeing as she was lying with her head on his chest, and raised her head to meet his eyes.

"What's wrong?" she asked him with a little furrow on her forehead. He laughed a little at her question. She had been tolerating him for the shortest time, and she could already sense when his thoughts were dark or his heart was heavy. He took as a sign of how right they were for each other.

"What?" she asked him, smiling a little.

"Nothing," he continued laughing. "I was just thinking."

"About what?" she asked curiously.

"It doesn't matter, it was silly."

"Okay," she smiled and returned to her former position. "You know, you are king of broody sometimes. But… I kind of like it."

They laughed together again, but too soon the laugh turned into another sigh from Draco.

"Really," she said and suddenly sounded slightly annoyed as she sat upright looking down at him. "What are you think about?"

"I was just thinking about going home," he answered truthfully.

"And that makes you sigh so much that I can't keep my head on your chest because…?" she looked searchingly into his eyes.

"Because when we leave this place, we won't be together anymore." He knew he had chosen the wrong words as soon as they had left his tongue. "I didn't mean it like it came out."

She smiled but didn't say anything, silently urging him to tell her, what he really wanted to say.

"What I meant was," he said and sat up to face her "is that we won't be together like this, you know? All the time, I mean."

"But we've been like that before," she commented.

"Yeah, but that was back when I was an arse and you hated everything about me," he smiled.

"Okay, but the way you are describing us," she pointed out "has only been going on for a day and a half. We were together all of yesterday and today, but today isn't even over yet."

"So, it's a crime to be missing something you've only had for two days?" he asked her.

"It is when you haven't lost it yet," she answered him.

"But I don't want to lose it at all," he almost wined now. "That's what's really troubling me."

Hermione laughed at him and hugged his head to her chest. The whole situation suddenly seemed absurd and ridiculous to him and he started laughing as well.

"You have a great logic, Hermione," he said when they were both done laughing. Then he kissed her collarbone and drew away from her. She was smiling widely at him.

"Well, people have been saying that for a while now," she said. "But it's nice to hear that you have finally admitted that you think the same."

They were sitting together on the floor of a corner in the library as they had done for the last two hours. Draco had rightfully searched for her in there, when she wasn't present at breakfast. She was sitting in their corner, as Draco was secretly calling it. She was sitting in there, studying and looking all serious. He really liked her like that. He had watched her until she dropped her quill on the floor. He had rushed over to pick it up, not realizing that she had already bent down to do the same. As it always happened in the movies, their heads clunked together. He fell backwards on his arse and Hermione fell of her chair and right into his arms. They hadn't moved since.

"So," Hermione finally said, after they had been sitting together in silence for a while. "Want to be my date for the Final Feast?"

"I didn't know you needed a date for that," Draco commented with a sly smile.

"You don't," she admitted. "But that doesn't keep me from wanting one. Or you, to be correct."

"You want me?" he asked her and leaned closer to her, their noses almost touching and her hair tickling his cheek and chin. He gave her his most devilish smile and stared her right in the eyes. He saw how the chocolate eyes became slightly hazy.

"You…" she whispered and choked on the rest of her words.

"I what?" he asked her and swirled a frizzy curl around his finger, pulling it a little.

"You know I do," she finished her former sentence and blushed to a lovely and adorable shade of pink.

"I know," he laughed silently. "But it's nice to hear you say it." Then he kissed her passionately, one hand behind her head, crushing her lips against his, the one on the small of her back pushing urging her closer, needing her closer.

"Oh God," Hermione breathed when their lips were no longer joined.

"I know," Draco struggled to breathe right. "We should do that more often."

"I don't know about that," Hermione said and Draco looked questioningly at her.

"Why not?"

"It would kill us," she said and started laughing again. Draco joined in. He had never in his entire life laughed as much as he had done the few times he had been with Hermione. But he felt like a whole new person, a better person and a happier person.

"So, are you feeling better about leaving tomorrow?" she asked him.

He took her hands and moved them to hold his waist. He then reached for her shoulders and pulled her to him.

"No," he answered when she had placed her head lightly over his heart. "But I am excited about the train ride."

At this Hermione tensed up and tried to pull away, but Draco just laughed it off and held her even closer.

"Come on!" she said impatiently. "Why can't you just tell me what you have in mind for the train?"

"Because," he said still laughing. "It's way to fun to keep teasing you like this with it."

"But it's really not fair," she said.

"You know me. Have I ever played fair?"

"No, that's one thing you have never done before."

Draco bit his bottom lip at her words, and wondered if he should tell her his secret. He had vowed to be a better man for her, and didn't that include being honest with her? He took a very deep breath.

"Actually, it's not the only thing I haven't done before." He said the words hesitantly, still not knowing if really wanted to tell her.

"What is the other thing?" she asked quietly, sensing his discomfort.

"Sex," he answered and didn't fight back when she drew away from him and looked at him with knitted eyebrows.

"What are you saying?" she asked confused.

"I'm a virgin, Hermione."

So, tell me what you think about this chapter.

I really want to thank all of my former reviewers; you have all made this chapter really easy writing. And not just that, knowing that you like the story has made it fun to keep writing. But I have to say, that I don't think the story is going to continue much longer. It was the plan right from the beginning to end the story when they left Hogwarts, and since this chapter takes places the day before their departure, I don't think there will much more to write.

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