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Thank you so much, to those of you who reviewed. Although I do have to admit that I'm a bit sad, for I only received three reviews. But still, here is chapter 29.
Chapter 29 "Night shirts and Swollen lips"
"Are you sure I won't get eaten?" Draco whispered dramatically.
They were standing outside the portrait that guarded the Gryffindor House. Once Dumbledore had dismissed them, they had made their way down to the kitchens to eat something. Time had passed quickly and without their notice. Before they knew it, it was past midnight.
Hermione rolled her eyes as she turned around to say the password needed in order to be able to enter the Gryffindor Common Room. "What do you think we are, savages?" Hermione said back.
Draco stopped in his tracks, when Hermione didn't feel him behind her anymore she turned to look at him with an arched eyebrow.
"Have you met Weasley?" Draco asked her with a serious face.
Hermione was about to roll her eyes, but made a disgusted face. "Oh please. Even if we were cannibals, we wouldn't eat some slimy Slytherin." She said in response.
"Maybe not an ordinary Slytherin, but studies have revealed that this Slytherin in particular is very tasty."
"Yeah, I'm sure." She mumbled as she turned back to the portrait, which swung aside, granting her entrance. "Now quit making so much noise-"
"Miss Granger!" Hermione was interrupted by a female voice calling from behind them.
Both Hermione and Draco turned around and McGonagall walking quickly towards the.
"Professor?" Hermione said. "What is it?"
Once the old witch caught up to them, she answered Hermione's question. "I thought it would be better if I were the one to let the Gryffindors know what is going on."
Draco turned to look at Hermione. "At least someone is concerned about my safety."
Hermione resisted the urge to stick her tongue at him like a five year old child and decided to look away from him instead. "Do you think they will react badly?" Hermione asked the professor.
McGonagall frowned. "I'm not sure, but keeping in mind Mr. Malfoy's reputation, and the ever going rivalry Gryffindors and Slytherins keep, I'm not willing to take any risks. Besides, Dumbledore and I had originally planned for Draco to stay in the boys' dormitories, but Dumbledore has decided to make an extra room inside the tower where Draco can stay."
"I won't have to sleep in the old Gryffindor boys' room?!" Draco all but yelled as he began to jump in circles around Hermione.
McGonagall eyed him warily. Hermione wrinkled her nose. "His mother dropped him when he was a baby." Hermione told the old witch. Draco stopped jumping and glared at Hermione.
"I bet you would have jumped as well if you had found out you didn't have to sleep in the same room as Pansy." He pointed out.
Hermione shrugged. "Perhaps, but I would have waited until I was alone so that I couldn't make a fool of myself." She answered right back.
Draco stuck his tongue out at her. Hermione smiled cheekily at him. Draco was about to say something, but McGonagall interrupted him.
"Children, it's late, and you wouldn't want to wake up all the students in the tower." She said as she made her way into the common room.
Hermione trailed behind her, followed by Draco. "I get my own room, I get my own room." Draco quietly chanted in her ear.
Hermione laughed quietly. "You sound so immature." She told him. Hermione looked around her common room. It was a bit cold, since the fire in the chimney that was usually on wasn't burning at the time. The room was faintly lit by a few candles that were shining here and there. Luckily enough, there weren't any students around.
Draco instantly stopped his chant, stood straight and adopted a serious face. He looked at her with no expression whatsoever. "Is that better?" He asked her in a deeper voice.
Hermione arched an eyebrow. She leaned in closer to him. "I like that voice." She whispered.
Draco smirked, and despite herself, Hermione blushed, but returned his smile either way. "You're cute when you blush." He told her.
Hermione rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to McGonagall, who made her way towards the stairs leading up to the boys' dormitories; however, she didn't climb the stairs. She stopped in front of them and took a couple of steps to the right. She smiled at the small portrait that was hung right in front of her.
Hermione looked curiously at her Head of the House and walked towards her, wondering what she was smiling at. Once Hermione reached McGonagall's side, she could see that there was a lion in the portrait.
The lion bowed his head to Hermione in greeting. Hermione gave a small smile in return. The lion was sitting on what appeared to be a large boulder in the middle of a large field of tall grass. It was night on the portrait, and the stars shone brightly above the lion's head.
"Compassion." McGonagall said to the lion.
The lion bowed its head once more, and right next to the small portrait the outline of a door began to appear.
Hermione gasped and heard Draco's sharp intake of a breath behind her. McGonagall gave them a small smile as the door appeared completely. The old witch reached for the doorknob and slowly opened the door.
"Well, this is where I leave you. The word I said was, of course, the password. Tomorrow morning, if any Gryffindor sees you and asks what you are doing here, tell them to come and speak to me. Please, please don't start any fights. I will speak to all my Gryffindor students tomorrow in class. Make sure no one else knows about this. If any Slytherin asks you, Mr. Malfoy, where you are staying, do find a way to evade them. As I said before, no one can know about your stay here. Understood?" The professor looked at them sternly.
Hermione nodded quickly. "Yes." Draco said out loud.
"Alright. Goodnight." She said before she turned around and left both Draco and Hermione standing outside Draco's room.
They looked at each other before Draco turned to walk into the room, Hermione right behind him. The room was neither large nor small. Actually, it seemed large to Hermione, while it reminded Draco of his closet back home. However, that didn't make the room any less nicer. There was a bed against the wall facing the door, with two nightstands on either side. To their right, there was a large window with a desk in front of it. To their left there were two small sofas next to a brown door and a small table in the middle.
Hermione walked to the door next to the sofas and opened it to find a bathroom. She turned to look at Draco. "Well this in nice. You get your room and your own bathroom."
Draco smirked. "Yeah. Lucky me."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Okay, I'm going to bed. I'll see you tomorrow morning." She said as she made her way towards the door.
"Wait," Draco called. "Won't you tuck me in?" He asked with a teasing smile.
Hermione turned to face him completely and crossed her arms in front of her chest. "Do you want me to sing you to sleep as well?" she asked with an arched eyebrow.
"I prefer a bedtime story." Draco answered.
Hermione laughed. "Goodnight, Draco."
"Stay." Draco told her before she could turn around. "Spend the night."
Hermione smiled teasingly at him after a minute or two had passed. "Scared?" she asked.
Draco laughed. "If I say yes, would you stay?" he asked in return.
"Do you answer a question with another of your own?" Hermione asked.
"Don't you?" He said in response.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Alright, I'll just go and get my things."
"But what if someone sees you?" Draco asked her.
Hermione stopped walking. "Oh, right."
"You know, I wouldn't mind if you slept only in your underclothes." Draco said as he waggled his eyebrows up and down suggestively.
"I'm sure you wouldn't, but I would." Hermione said darkly in return.
Draco laughed at her expression. "I'll let you borrow a shirt." He told her.
Hermione blushed. "I'll just go quietly." She answered.
Draco smirked and shrugged. "Have it your way then."
Hermione walked out the room and was just about to go towards the stairs when she heard someone at the top of the boys' stairwell. She started, then reacted an walked quickly back to Draco's room and shut the door quietly behind her, then leaned against it.
Draco stared at her. "What?" he asked.
"I heard someone." Hermione answered.
Draco pulled a large white t-shirt from his bed and threw it at her. "For you." He said as he made his way towards the bathroom.
Hermione looked at the shirt in her hands and sighed. She glanced to her left to make sure the bathroom door was closed. Then she quickly removed her robes, unbuttoned her school blouse, took it off and pulled Draco's shirt over her head.
She blushed as she noticed that the shirt didn't reach her knees, the hem resting about four inches above them; it was shorter than her skirt. She then quickly pulled her skirt off and folded it along with the rest of her clothes and sat them on one of the sofas.
She was in the process of pulling her shoes off when Draco called to her from the bathroom. She looked behind her to find him standing at the door with his eyes shut tightly. She smiled at the sight.
"Can I open my eyes?" he asked her.
Hermione laughed. "Yes Draco you can." She answered, and just when he did open his eyes, Hermione noticed what he was wearing, or rather, what he was not wearing. He had long shorts on, loose ones that came down to his knees. And nothing more. Hermione had seen him without a shirt before, but back then she was not allowed to look. Right now, well she stared.
Draco smirked. "You're stealing my vitality, Granger."
Hermione pulled her gaze away from his perfect torso and looked into his eyes, arching an eyebrow. "Granger?" she asked.
Draco shrugged. "I just thought that sentence sounded better if I used your last name rather than your first.
Hermione rolled her eyes as she pulled her socks off. "You and your ego."
Draco laughed and walked to the bed, sitting on it. "Charming, I know."
"You're so full of it." she told him in response.
Draco just smiled and patted the bed, motioning for Hermione to sit besides him. Hermione blushed again but recovered quickly.
"I pick the left side to sleep." She said as she began to walk towards the bed.
"What if I want the left side?" Draco asked.
"Well then, that's too bad." She answered as she laid on the left side of the bed. Draco looked at her over his shoulder and smiled.
Hermione looked at him and stuck her tongue out. Draco laughed. "What would your friends say if they knew you are sleeping on my bed?" Draco asked as he laid next to her.
Hermione sighed and looked up at the ceiling as she pretended to think about that for a second. "I don't know." She answered as she returned her gaze to him.
Draco smiled as he moved closer. Hermione held her breath as Draco lowered his mouth closer to hers, never moving his eyes away from hers. When their lips met, both of them closed their eyes. Hermione put her arms around his neck as he moved closer to her and wrapped his own arms around her waist.
Soon enough Draco was laying o top of her, his arms resting on either side of her, propping him up. Hermione's hands were on his waist, pulling him closer to her, her nails digging into his soft skin, but he failed to notice this. He was too busy kissing the girl beneath him like there was no tomorrow.
Draco pulled his head back, allowing them to breath. Hermione tried to breathe normally, but it was hard. He smiled at her and Hermione returned the smile.
"I definitely don't know what they would say if they knew what I was doing on your bed." Hermione muttered breathlessly.
Draco chuckled as he once again lowered his lips to hers.
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"Hermione, 'Mione. Wake up." Draco said softly as he gently shook Hermione awake.
Hermione slowly opened her eyes. "What time is it?" She asked him.
Draco shrugged. "I think everyone left for breakfast." He answered.
Hermione sat up straight. "We are going to be late!"
"Whoa, slow down." Draco told her. "It's not that late."
Hermione turned to glare at him and was just about to say something, but he beat her to it.
"Your hair looks funny." He told her.
Hermione's cheeks turned a deep shade of red as she tried to smooth her hair. Draco pushed her hands aside.
"It's not helping." He explained. "Besides, you look cute." He told her with that smile of his.
Hermione only turned redder. "I should go and get ready." She mumbled as she climbed off the bed while at the same time making sure her shirt didn't rise and higher.
She went straight to the door, Draco behind her. She grabbed her uniform along the way and walked out the door. She was looking at her uniform, making sure she had grabbed everything that she didn't see where she was going. She found out when she bumped into something, or rather, into someone.
She looked up at the same time the person turned around to face her. Emerald green eyes stared down at her from behind glasses. "Hermione?" Harry asked her, his eyes going wide.
"What are you doing?" Ginny asked from behind Harry.
"What is Draco doing here?" Harry asked.
"More importantly, what are you doing with him, wearing that and for Merlin's sake, why are your lips so swollen?!" Ron all but yelled as he came to stand next to his sister.
"Uh, uh." Draco muttered from behind Hermione.
"That's an understatement." Hermione mumbled as she tried to look for an explanation.
"Oh My God." Lavender added from the stairs.
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And I'll stop it right there. It was kind of hard, writing this chapter, and I know that not many things happen, but hey, we saw a lot of Hermione and Draco.
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