Rekindling in the Moonlight

She looks at the books in Zabini's office, wondering whether this was even a good idea to begin with. It was late. Most of the Ministry workers were already long gone, but that was the only was Silver would be granted admittance to his records.

"Feel free to look through." He said, urging her forward.

Silver looks up at him, her green eyes catching the moonlight before she proceeds forward to more closely examine the library. Minutes, then an hour, and then another and Draco is calmly sitting behind the desk, simply entertained by having her with him for so long. They hardly talked, only for a few murmurs from Silver when she had discovered something exciting, but he wasn't at all bored. He watched her agile movements, moving from book to book, skimming through pages, and setting it back in its rightful place.

She remained attached to one, which she continually went back to read after perusing a different book. He could see her profile, and the small smile of satisfaction she had formed.

"I think I've found it."

Draco stood, walking to her, thankful for the chance to move. "What does it say?"

She smiled at him excitedly, that smile that always made him dizzy.

"It's all a mess, thrown in everywhere – like nobody wanted it to be found, you know. It's taken a reasonable amount of reading, but I'm definitely on to something, Draco."

As much as he wanted to pay attention to every word leaving her lips, he couldn't find it in him – not with her short hair exposing her neck that way. He could feel himself inching closer, too close, but he couldn't stop himself. She barely noticed, until she felt his arm brush hers.

"I never knew you wanted to be a journalist." He said, his voice so low it left chills where his breath touched her neck.

She stopped talking, tilting her head back to find him.

"I didn't." Her muscles tensed as she felt his fingers slide across her shoulders – she didn't pull away – instead she kept her spine straight to hold as much contact with him as possible.

"So then why did you do it?" Everything about his voice was irresistible. Her back was pressed against his chest, and after a few lingering moments, his hands began traveling down her arms and around her waist. Her insides burst like restless flames as his hands splayed over her stomach. She dropped the book, which seemed of minute importance presently, to wrap her arms over his, unconsciously pulling him tighter.

"I knew that, someday," her voice became soft with uncertainty, "you'd see my name in the paper…and come looking for me."

He could hardly believe her words. Here she was, telling him all of this, and she was just so close. He hated that he moved in so quickly, unable to control himself, but he might have pushed the limit when he began to trail kisses over her neck.

She pulled away frantically, as if she had only just realized what had been going on for the past few minutes. She pressed her back onto the bookshelves, startling herself when some books fell to the floor.

"I shouldn't have done that." Draco said apologetically, begging that she wouldn't run out of the room.

She kept staring at him, her eyes a mix of panic and …something else.

"Draco.."she said breathlessly.

He took one step forward, but backed away again when it looked like she would leave.

"Silver…"he said quietly, "I still lo…care about you."

He was about to say love. She was almost sure of it and just imagining his lips forming those words again reached her ears like sweet, tantalizing music. She was so tempted to say it first, so tempted to finally speak the truth she had been denying for so long. Instead, she said something that left her ruefully wishing she would've swallowed her words."You have a girlfriend."

His gray eyes fiercely searched her face and with some courage, she continued, "Why are you even with her, Draco?"

"Why were you with him?" He shot back.

"To get over you!" she cried, keeping her gaze firm, steady, "…it didn't work."

His skin was crawling with anticipation; she didn't quite understand how happy this was all making him.

"Then, break up with him." this time, he took a chance and stepped closer, noticing she didn't seem as tense anymore, "You don't love him…it's me…you love me." He could no longer shield the agony and his words came out sounding like stressed syllables.

Her stomach felt like a freshly brewed potion, bubbling and rippling with new contents. "We used to love each other." she said, her hand reaching up to touch his high cheekbones, "But so much has happened since then. How do you know it's still the same?"

The silence was thick and all consuming. The room felt warmer, it could have been the closeness of their bodies: touching and asking for more. His hands grabbed at the fabric around her waist, forming a gentle fist. "We don't."

She couldn't understand why his response had disappointed her. After all, she had been the one to suggest the dilemma in the first place. "We can find out." She suggested. "How about…a date?"

He laughed. "I don't think we've ever gone on a date. Not if you don't count those outings to Hogsmeade, and maybe those times on the seventh floor…"

"Draco!" she protested.

"Alright, fine." He said, his gaze set on hers as if there were nothing else in the room. "A date it is."

A/N: Only one review for the last chapter? :\ Hopefully the fluff in this chapter will get me at least five this chapter? (: