A/N: Wow! This is a really long chapter! Cool! Happy Sunday, everyone! For those of you (like myself) who have finals coming up super quick, I wish you the best of luck in studying and taking the finals! I've got one week of school left and then finals! Eek! Anyway, enjoy this lovely chapter!
Tallyho!
Chapter 7:
The next day passed quietly. The house was silent except for the sounds of Kreacher puttering around and mumbling to himself. Draco stayed in the piano room most of the day not particularly playing a specific song, just coming up with melodies that popped up in his head. Despite the distraction from the piano, he couldn't seem to get his mind to calm down. It was racing back and forth about many things but mostly about a particular brown-eyed Gryffindor and it bugged him. He kept telling himself that she was nothing special and the only reason she was on his mind was because she was helping him. But as he thought about that, he realized that he was now indebted to her for everything she had done for him.
And that's what set him off.
Yelling in anger, he slammed his hand on the piano keys before storming out of the room. He needed to get out of the house but couldn't. For the first time since he had arrived at Grimmauld Place, Draco was stir crazy. He wandered around the house for a while, venturing into rooms he hadn't been in before until he ended up back in his room. Frustrated, he turned back around and went downstairs. He ended up in the second living room where the fireplace was. Finding a bookshelf, he sighed in exasperation as he browsed through the selection. Eventually he grabbed a handful of books, sat on the couch and forced himself to focus on the book in his hands in hopes of keeping his mind off her and his debt.
It worked.
Draco managed to keep his mind clear and spent the rest of the day reading the books he had grabbed. Eventually, he fell asleep on the couch, book still in hand, and that's how Hermione found him the next morning when she arrived at Grimmauld Place.
He was curled up in a ball while clutching the book with his hands. His breathing was soft and quiet while his face was relaxed and peaceful. Hermione smiled at the image. It wasn't often that Draco Malfoy was in a peaceful state and she couldn't help but relish the rare moment. It was a relief compared to his usual stern and cold self.
Speaking of cold, she noticed he curled smaller into a ball and realized that he didn't have a blanket. Conjuring one up, she lightly laid it on top of him to keep him warm. He noticeably relaxed once he felt the warmth. Smiling to herself she glanced at the book he was holding. The Tales of Beedle the Bard.
She smiled and then carefully and silently slid the book out of his grip. She picked up the other books that were scattered around him and placed them back on the bookshelf but left the one he had been holding on the table in front of him. After she tidied up, she walked into the kitchen to get some coffee started, unaware of the pair of grey eyes watching her.
When she left the room, he allowed himself a glance around his surroundings. At first he was confused because it didn't look like his room but then he remembered that he had fallen asleep in the living room last night. He gripped the blanket and pulled it closer to him and closed his eyes.
He had woken up when he heard the fireplace roar but kept his eyes closed willing himself to fall back asleep and praying that whoever had just showed up would leave him alone. And technically, she had. She had placed the blanket on him and cleaned up a bit but didn't wake him up. Well, intentionally at least. When he heard her shuffling around, his curiosity got the better of him and he opened his eyes slightly to see what she was doing. He smirked when he saw that she was putting the books away.
An organized bookworm. Why am I not surprised? he thought to himself. He watched as she walked away humming happily to herself. He considered closing his eyes again to see if he could get some more sleep but was too awake now. Instead, he sat up and wrapped the blanket around him before walking into the kitchen where the smell of fresh coffee now filled the air.
She didn't look up when he entered.
"Morning." she said.
"Morning." he yawned.
"Coffee?" she offered, looking at him. She had to stifle her laughter as she looked at him. His hair was sticking up on one side, his eyes were still droopy with sleep, and the blanket around him made him look like a little kid with a makeshift cape.
"What?" he asked confused.
"Nothing," she said choking back laughter, "it's just… well, you look kind of ridiculous."
He thought about it for a moment then shrugged as he poured himself some coffee. She snorted at his nonchalance. Draco was never one to not look his best and the fact that he had no concern for his appearance at the moment was hilarious and strange to Hermione at the same time. She figured it was because he was still half asleep but she also had a feeling that house arrest and being near the Order was starting to loosen him up a bit.
Nah, she thought, shaking her head. He raised an eyebrow at her but shrugged it off.
They were silent for a few moments as they both drank their coffee. Draco had still made no effort to clean up his appearance and Hermione was still struggling to keep a straight face. She chuckled a couple of times resulting in Draco rolling his eyes but no words were exchanged.
Finally, Hermione spoke. "Uh, Malfoy?"
"Hm?"
"I'm- I'm sorry. Can I fix that?" she asked gesturing to his hair. "It's bothering me."
"You got a thing against blonde's, Granger?" he raised an eyebrow.
She rolled her eyes. "No. You just look like a parakeet with your hair standing up like that."
He thought about that for a moment before leaning his head forward so she could reach him. "Do your worst. Just don't set my head on fire. I won't look good bald." he joked.
She shook her head and smirked as she attempted to comb his hair with her fingers. "I'm not Seamus, Malfoy. I don't set everything I touch on fire."
He grunted at that but said nothing else. He hadn't had anyone run their fingers through his hair since he was a little boy. In fact, the last person to do such an act was his mother when she was singing him to sleep. He remembered it like it was yesterday and to have Hermione be doing it now was making him feel nostalgic and strangely relaxed. She seemed to have that effect on him today.
And then all too soon, it was over.
"There. All fixed." she said proudly.
He lifted his head up and shook it causing her to glare at him. "Perfectionist." he smirked.
She stuck her tongue out at him which made him chuckle. "Mature."
"Yes, I am, thank you. Oh, and you're right. You'd look terrible bald."
He chuckled. "Told you."
She rolled her eyes and smirked as she took a sip of her coffee. They stayed silent as Kreacher passed through the kitchen with cleaning supplies in hand as he muttered to himself about "blasted giant feathers." Hermione raised an eyebrow at Draco but he merely shrugged. She shrugged in return and walked to the sink to rinse out her mug.
"If someone was indebted to you, what would you have them do?" Draco asked before he could stop himself. She froze and looked at him confused. He mentally slapped himself. Stupid stupid stupid. You idiot! he thought.
"What prompted that question?" she asked cautiously.
Think fast, genius. "N- nothing. I was just curious. I had a dream about it and it was just on my mind."
"A dream." she said skeptically.
"Yeah." he said defensively. "A dream. And I was curious what you would do. You know, since you're so noble and whatnot."
She raised an eyebrow. "Okay, I'll play along. What are the circumstances for this person to be indebted to me?"
He took a deep breath. "It's someone you never got along with. Someone you hated. But because you're you, you helped them out. Saved their life even. And now they're in your debt even if they're not happy about it." he muttered the last bit but she still heard it.
He could tell he had said too much. He saw the recognition in her eyes as it clicked in her mind what they were talking about. But she kept up the facade. "I wouldn't have them do anything. I'm not a favor hunter. I don't go helping people just to get a favor out of them in the end. As for this person I 'saved', the only thing I would want them to do would be to do something nice for someone else. I'd want them to make an effort to do a good deed for someone else. That's all I'd ever ask."
He snorted. "Typical Gryffindor."
She crossed her arms across her chest. "Who's indebted to you?" she asked, praying her assumption of the real answer was wrong.
He was silent for a moment. "No one."
She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and reopened them. "Fine. Who are you indebted to?"
He simply stared at her, silent, while internally wishing he could bang his head against a wall. You stupid idiot! Why did you bring it up? She's never gonna let it go now! he thought.
She stared at him for a moment in disbelief. "You can't be serious. I would never do that. Making someone pay for the debt that they owe you is cruel and unnecessary. I don't care what the debt is or how big of a debt you're in, I would never, never do something like that. So you can get that stupid notion out of your head right now because it doesn't exist."
It was as if a huge weight was released off his shoulders. The last thing he wanted was to be in debt to anyone. He knew he should've known better but he couldn't be too sure. The idea of revenge could be a poisonous one and he had to be sure that Hermione wasn't going to get back at him for all the years of torment he had caused her and her friends at school. He wouldn't put it past her.
But she said that she wouldn't make him answer his debt. He couldn't believe it. He began to feel an emotion that he hadn't felt in a very long time: happy. Or was it relief? He wasn't sure. Either way, it wasn't much but for some reason, knowing that he wasn't in debt to Hermione for essentially saving his life made him feel better than he had in over a year. Before he could think about what he was doing, he kissed her.
Hermione gasped in surprise and her eyes widened. Draco immediately backed off feeling even more of an idiot than he had before. "Uh… sorry." he stuttered. "That wasn't supposed to happen. I meant to say thanks but I-"
He was cut off by a pair of lips crashing against his. Immediately, his hands went to her waist as her arms tightened around his neck as they pulled each other closer to one another. Their lips fit together perfectly as she ran her fingers through his hair causing him to moan slightly. Opening her mouth slightly, Draco let his tongue slip inside entangling it with hers.
They only broke apart when they heard the roar of the fireplace in the other room.
"Hermione?" they heard Ron call.
They stayed silent, staring at each other with their breathing heavy. Hermione was the first to break eye contact. She ran a hand through her hair and took a deep breath, gathering her senses.
"You should go change." she said, quietly. "We've got a lot to do today."
He simply nodded and walked out of the room. She heard a muffled greeting between the boys then turned to the kettle to add more water in it while trying to clear her head. She had absolutely no idea what just happened except that she had just kissed Draco Malfoy, the boy she had sworn to hate since first year. And he kissed her back! Hell, he kissed her first! What the hell was that about?! Hermione's mind was racing. She had never seen that coming and she still wasn't sure what exactly caused it to happen.
Before she could delve further into her thoughts, she put up a calm facade as Ron and Harry walked into the kitchen clearly fighting laughter.
"Um…" Ron started. "Is there a reason Malfoy looks like he just rolled out of bed?"
She chuckled. "Because he did. Except he fell asleep on the couch but same thing. The blanket was a nice touch though, I must admit."
"He looked like he was trying to be Superman." Harry joked causing Hermione to burst into a fit of giggles.
Ron looked at them confused. "What's Superman?"
"A muggle superhero who walks around with a cape and his mortal weakness is a rock." Hermione answered through giggles then broke out into full laughter at Ron's further confused face.
Harry laughed too. "Remind me to show you sometime when all this is over."
Pouring some tea into two mugs, Hermione handed them to Harry and Ron and then walked to the piano room to set it up for training. She avoided looking up at the staircase in case Draco walked by. Fortunately, she saw no sign of blonde hair and breathed a sigh of relief before muttering the spell that would transform the room into the large training space that they would use for the day.
She was grateful for Harry allowing her running these training sessions. It wasn't easy to convince him and Ron to train with Draco but after proving some valid points about how it would be good to learn to trust each other and fight with each other since they were on the same side now, they relented. It took more convincing to let her run the training sessions since Harry had been in charge during the D. A. meetings. Hermione talked him into it, however, after pointing out that she would also be the mediator to ensure that they don't try to kill each other and Harry agreed that would probably be the best plan.
As she finished setting up the room, Draco walked in. His hair was combed and he was dressed in a long-sleeved t-shirt and jeans. He examined the room but didn't look at her and she didn't look at him. She finished the spell and then the room was silent aside from the distant voices of Harry and Ron in the kitchen. They still refused to look at each other. Hermione pretended to scope out the room while Draco wandered aimlessly flipping his wand through his fingers.
Hermione could no longer find anything to "examine" and huffed in frustration. What the hell is taking Harry and Ron so long? She could feel his eyes on her now, speculating, scrutinizing. She crossed her arms across her chest and glared at the entryway to the room, willing her friends to enter.
She heard laughter from the kitchen but no footsteps. His eyes never left her. She groaned internally. She tried to fight the urge to look at him, but eventually she gave in. She allowed her eyes to meet his. There was no coldness or anger in his eyes. No hatred, no disgust, nothing. She found none of his usual emotions for her in those eyes. In fact, she found no emotion in his eyes at all. She only found one thing.
Curiousity.
It was a new look for him. His eyes were slightly strained in concentration as he stared at her. They shifted around rapidly looking at all of her, as if taking her in and analyzing her. There was no confident smirk, no air of superiority. Just a curious boy.
They stood there studying each other for a few moments, neither speaking a word. Suddenly, as if pulled out of a trance, Hermione realized where they were standing and how much time they were wasting.
"Oi!" she said, breaking the silence that was in the room. "You two coming in here or what?"
She heard a muffled expletive from Ron as two pairs of feet hurried into the piano room.
"Sorry Hermione!" Harry said with wide eyes. "I got distracted telling Ron about Superman."
"Super what?" Draco asked with furrowed brows.
"Not important." Hermione said hurriedly. "We've wasted enough time as it is. Today, we're working on one-on-one attacks. You need to learn to protect yourself and send back spells while anticipating your opponent's next move. Treat it like Wizard's Chess, if you will. Same rules apply as last time. And no turning your opponent into a bird or ferret or any other animal please!" she said as she raised an eyebrow at Draco. He rolled his eyes and shrugged at her. Shaking her head, she continued. "We'll switch partners throughout the day as well. For starters, Ron, you're with Malfoy. Harry, you're with me."
Ron and Draco both huffed in frustration as they got their partner assignments.
"Hermione!" Ron whined. "Really?"
She raised an exasperated eyebrow at him. "Ronald, this is getting old. We're not in Hogwarts anymore, school rivalries no longer matter. This is war. And you're going to need to learn to get along and play nice if we're going to win. That goes for all of us. So put aside your petty differences and learn to trust and learn from each other because that is the only way we're going to win. Malfoy has some valuable information that could help us and vice versa. Plus it'll be good for you. Who knows, maybe you'll walk out of this as friends?"
Draco snorted. "Not likely."
Sighing, she walked to one side of the room while Harry walked to the other. Ron and Draco followed suit. "Alright, ready," Hermione started, "go!"
Immediately, spells of all sorts went flying across the room. It was as if a fireworks show had gone off. Spells were flying all over the place and nothing could be heard other than the shouting of spells coming from the four. After an hour, they switched partners, Having Ron work with Hermione and Harry with Draco. They worked for another hour and a half before they broke for lunch. Draco joined them again but this time Hermione made an effort to include him in the conversation. At first, it was awkward small talk. Then she did something she swore she'd never do: she brought up Quidditch. Immediately Ron started talking about the Chudley Cannons and how they won their most recent match against the Arrows. He was very proud. That was until Draco pointed out that Portugal was still in the lead for the Quidditch Cup and the Cannons were still at the bottom of the list which caused Ron to frown. Harry then brought up how Bulgaria was doing and Hermione knew she was done for. She'd never get them to stop talking now. They were so invested in their conversation about Quidditch that she had to take away Harry's glasses in order to gain their attention back. Waving them in front of him, she said she wouldn't give them back until they were back in the piano room for more training. Begrudgingly, Harry followed since he was essentially blind without his glasses. Draco and Ron followed as well while still arguing over Quidditch.
When she got them back in the room, she paired Ron and Harry together, while partnering herself with Draco again. He tried to hide his anxiety as he remembered the last time they were partnered, she was relentless against him. Then it clicked. She was saving herself for last because no matter how hard opponents Harry and Ron would be, Hermione would be harder. She always looked for a challenge in school and this was no different. She was brilliant and he was clever; together they could make a dangerous team but as opponents, they could be deadly because they knew how to anticipate each other's next move. She was treating him how he would be treated if they were in battle. Relentless with no mercy.
Harry and Ron were warm-ups.
She was the real opponent during training.
And he was ready. Now that he knew what she was up to, he quickly figured out how to deflect what she would throw at him and send another spell back her way. Hermione barely said go when he sent a stunning charm towards her. However, she was too smart to leave her guard down and immediately sent up a shield charm to block the attack. Then, without a moment's hesitation, she sent one of Ginny's famous Bat-Bogey hexes toward him. He ducked out of the way of the spell and countered with a disarming charm. Hermione fell to the floor, barely missing the spell. Neither had noticed that Harry and Ron had stopped practicing and were watching them with fascination. They sent spell after spell at each other, neither pulling back. They were both breathless but that didn't stop them.
At one point, Hermione jumped up to avoid a spell that went towards her feet. Smirking in victory, Draco cast a spell that created the floor to become slippery as she hit the ground causing her to fall down. She sat up on her elbows to find Draco standing over her wand pointed.
"Good." she said breathlessly. "Very good." She glanced at Harry and Ron who were watching them wearily, before getting an idea and looking back at Draco. "Help a girl up, won't you?" she asked as she reached her hand out. He hesitated before grabbing her hand to help her up. He had a split second to think about how soft her hands were before he felt his head hit the floor. Looking up, he found Hermione had him pinned to the ground, wand at his throat.
"But not good enough." she said. "Taking your opponent down is good but don't leave them. Make a move and make it quick or else you'll be dead before you can turn around. And never let your wand go." Standing up, she grabbed his arm and pulled him up into a standing position. He had to lean against the wall for a moment as he waited for the room to stop spinning.
"Good. I think that's enough for today." Hermione said as she returned the room to it's proper set up. She continued to talk to the three boys about what to practice since they would be doing something similar the following day. Afterwards, Harry and Ron nodded at Draco before leaving the room and heading for the fireplace to floo home. Hermione walked by him before leaving the room as well.
"Don't go anywhere." she whispered. "We need to talk." And then she left.
He groaned. He didn't want to talk, he just wanted to be alone. Today was a mess from the get go when he kissed her. He didn't even know why he had kissed her. It just happened. He wasn't thinking. He was relieved that she wasn't going to hold him to a debt that he thought he owed her but a simple thank you would've sufficed! But no, he was an idiot and he kissed the girl! He was convinced he was losing his mind.
He heard the roar of the fireplace and huffed in exasperation as she walked back into the room. They stood on opposite sides of the room, him with his arms crossed and her with her hands in her pockets. They were silent.
"So," Hermione started.
"What do Potter and Weasley think you're doing when you tell them that you're staying here after training? I doubt they think you're here to chat with me." he said, changing the subject before it started.
She smirked. "They think I'm doing research on horcruxes. Regulus Black had some information on one of them so they think I'm digging through his room to find anything. Which isn't entirely a lie because I am going to do that. But we need to talk first. About what happened this morning."
"No we don't." he said quickly. "There's nothing to talk about."
"Yes there is. What was that this morning?"
"It was nothing. I don't know what happened but it's nothing."
She scoffed. "You wouldn't touch me with a ten foot pole for years! Then suddenly you kiss me?! That's not nothing, Malfoy!"
"In case you're forgetting, Granger, you kissed me back."
"Wha- I- I- I was… confused and caught up in the moment! And that's not the point!"
"And what is the point exactly, Granger? Please, enlighten me!"
She paused. "W- why? What happened?"
He refused to look at her. "I don't know. I wasn't thinking. It just happened, Granger, stop over-analyzing it."
She stared at him a moment. "Things like that don't 'just happen.'" she said as she walked toward him. "Thunderstorms 'just happen,' objects breaking 'just happen,' but kissing somebody, that doesn't 'just happen.'"
He clenched his teeth as he looked at her. She was standing directly in front of him now with an eyebrow raised and questioning eyes. "What do you want me to say, Granger? What are you looking for?"
She searched his eyes before answering. "I want to understand. But I can't do that until you talk to me. And don't tell me that it 'just happened,' because that is a load of crap. You should try taking credit for something for once."
He didn't know what to say. It was true, he didn't know why he kissed her but he also knew that she was right. It wasn't nothing. He had had "nothing" kisses before and the one with Hermione didn't feel like any of them. It felt electric and magnetic and right which is what freaked him out most. This was a girl he had been raised to hate because of her heritage but when their lips met, everything he had grown to know was erased and met only with the thought that he didn't want it to end. It wasn't right, it went against his beliefs.
No.
It went against his father's beliefs. And his father was wrong. He realized that a long time ago. But turning your back on everything you grew up with was harder than it looked. He was scared. This was unfamiliar territory and he wasn't sure he could handle it. But there was only one way to find out.
Putting both hands on the sides of her face, he kissed her again. She gasped in surprise again but quickly melted into the kiss. It was just like their first was. Electric, heated, and passionate. He pushed her against the wall as she ran her fingers through his hair. She moaned quietly as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. His hands traced the length of her back before pulling her close to him.
For two people who thought about every single thing that they did, this was a rare moment where all discretion was gone. They only thought about this moment that they were in and how right it felt despite what they were brought up to believe about each other. Hermione knew she should break the kiss but for once, her heart overruled her mind. And she didn't mind one bit. Draco was experiencing the same thing. He knew nothing good could come out of what they were doing but he didn't care. Screw his old beliefs, he was letting this new feeling take over and he didn't care.
Neither were sure if it was minutes or hours when they finally broke apart for air. Their breathing was heavy but they didn't part. He leaned his forehead against hers and she looked into his eyes, brown meeting silver. Neither looked away as they steadied their breathing. Finally he spoke.
"How's that for taking credit?" he asked.
Her lips curved into a smile as she chuckled. He smirked at her before leaning in again. Her lips met his with fervor. Somehow, between kisses, they ended up upstairs in Draco's room Hermione was pushed against the door as she and Draco fought for control in the kiss. His lips left hers to leave a trail of kisses down her neck. As she gasped for air, she briefly had a moment of clarity in her mind. She knew she should stop him while she had the chance but if she was being honest, she didn't want to. However, while her mind was clear, she put her hands on his chest to stop him but all clarity was gone when his mouth joined hers again.
Instead of pushing him away, she grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer to her. She felt his fingers touch the hem of her shirt. He was asking permission. In answer, she lifted his shirt and took it off, breaking the kiss only when it had to go over his head. He then did the same to her. Afterwards, there were no boundaries. Their hands discovered each other as their bodies entwined. Here, they were separated from the rest of the world. No war, no hatred, no danger. Just them. And in that moment, that's all they needed.
The next morning, Hermione woke up feeling refreshed. She was warm in her bed and didn't want to get up. In fact, she didn't even open her eyes. She sighed and settled further into the bed to try and get some extra sleep. Her brows furrowed, though when she heard steady breathing next to her. And why was there something heavy on her back? Then last night's events came flooding back to her. Her eyes flew open to find Draco fast asleep next to her. And the weight on her back was his arm lying across her. She stared at the blonde in front of her as she tried to make sense of what happened the night before. But there was no way of making sense of it. Her mind was racing. What the hell was she thinking? This wasn't supposed to happen. Nothing good could come out of this! Frustrated, she buried her face into her pillow and groaned.
"Stop overthinking it, Granger." she heard a sleepy voice say as his arm tightened around her.
She peeked out from her pillow to see a pair of silver sleepy eyes looking at her. She huffed in exasperation as he used his free hand to push a curl that had landed in front of her face behind her ear. She nearly melted under his touch again. Even though it was such a simple gesture, it was enough to send shivers down her spine.
Regaining clarity in her brain, she leaned on her elbows as she ran a hand through her messy hair. "How am I not supposed to think about it? What happened last night… it- it shouldn't have happened."
"Maybe. But it did. There's not much we can do about it now."
She sighed. She knew he was right. What happened happened and there was nothing they could do to change it. That didn't change the fact that she was confused as to where this left them now or what they should do or even what this meant now.
"So what do we do now?" she asked. "We can't pretend like this didn't happen."
"Well," he said as he pulled her closer to him, "I agree. So maybe we should just take this one step at a time. As in, not doing anything drastic, just take it slow."
"And what exactly are we taking slow?"
He hesitated before speaking. "This. Us, I guess."
She tried to hide the smile that was growing on her lips. "And what are we?" she implied.
He smirked. "Well, by the looks of last night, I'd say we are allies," he kissed her forehead, "friends," he kissed her neck, "and, now, lovers." he said as he kissed her lips. She could no longer hide her smile. She bit her lip to try and contain herself but Draco didn't miss the gleam in her eye.
"What?" he asked.
"You called us friends." she replied.
He furrowed his brows. "Did you miss the part where I also called us lovers?"
She snorted. "No. But you can be lovers with someone and not trust them. Friends, however, being friends with someone requires trust."
"I see. You want to know if I trust you now."
She raised an eyebrow in question. He rolled his eyes while smirking. "What do you think, Granger?"
"I don't want to make assumptions, Draco." she said. "I want to hear it."
He sighed. There was something about hearing her say his first name that made him melt. How he turned from someone who wouldn't stand within ten feet of Hermione Granger to waking up next to her he wouldn't know. He had no regrets about last night and he could see that, although she wanted to, she didn't have any regrets either. They did more than sleep together; they bonded with each other like they'd never bonded with anyone else before. Whatever happened now, they were in it together. For someone who relied on himself for such a long time, it seemed a bit daunting to have someone who would be with him through it all now. But his gut was telling him to embrace it. And he was always one to follow his gut feelings.
"Yes, Hermione, I trust you." he said. And for once, he was telling the truth. And she knew it. Her smile grew and she reached over to kiss him. He smiled into their kiss as he deepened it. All too soon, the kiss was over. He frowned as he opened his eyes to find Hermione turning away from him as she looked at the clock on the bedside table.
"Shit!" she cursed as she flew out of bed.
"What?" he asked sitting up, watching her as she scrambled around the room to put her clothes back on.
"It's almost eight 'o clock! Harry and Ron are gonna be here any minute! I have to get out of here before they show up!" she said as she jumped into her jeans.
"Or you could just cancel training today and spend the day in here with me." he tempted her.
She gave him a knowing glance as she pulled her shirt on. "As tempting as that is, training is more of a priority right now. It's important that we ready ourselves for the fight against Voldemort. We're going to need all the experience in that we can get if we're going to win."
He shook his head. "You're too determined for you're own good, know that?"
"Yes, I'm aware." She kissed him before leaving. "See you in half an hour!" And then she took off taking the steps two at a time. Draco smirked as he got out of bed. Whatever it was that they had, it was going to be interesting to say the least. He wasn't sure either of them had any idea of what they were getting into but he had a good feeling about it nonetheless.