Hermione knew it was late as soon as she woke. She didn't know how she knew but somehow the light through the edge of the curtain, told her it was. Considering this was a guest bed, it was surprisingly comfortable and she'd slept really well. It was long time since she'd laid in like this.

She slid out of bed and looked down at the shirt she was wearing. It was huge on her, almost down to her knees and she'd had to roll the arms up several times. She gave a little smile. She was sure this wasn't the look Draco had been imaging when he'd lent it to her! She could imagine that the women he usually let wear his shirts would look amazing in them. She took a sniff, guiltily. It smelt lovely though.

She slipped on the robe that was on the back of the door and walked towards the main living area. Draco was in the kitchen area, also dressed in a robe, pouring himself a cup of coffee.

"Good morning," Hermione said.

"Good morning," Draco answered, pouring her a drink, without asking if she wanted one. He pushed it towards her. "I see you went for the robe then?"

Hermione looked down at herself. "Yes?"

"Did you go for the naked underneath choice in the end?" Draco gave another glance at her, as if he could tell just by looking at her robe.

"Did you?" Hermione came back at him quickly and he chuckled, waving a pyjama covered leg at her from around the counter.

"I'm perfectly decent," he said.

"You wouldn't say that if you could see your hair!" Hermione teased him. It wasn't true actually, his hair looked sexily dishevelled and he had just a touch of stubble around his chin.

Draco ran a hand through his hair. "Get lost, Granger."

"Now that's no way to speak to your guest."

"Actually, I'm your guest, so get lost, Granger." Draco grinned at her and took a swig of his drink.

Again, Hermione found herself giggling again and wondered how they had fallen into this gentle, amusing, teasing relationship.

"Have you slept on it?" Draco asked.

"What?"

"My proposition?"

Hermione rolled her eyes. "You could give me a chance to wake up!"

"Come with me," Draco walked round the counter and grabbed Hermione's hand, pulling her across the room to the piano. He pushed her down onto the stool and then sat down himself. Without any music, he gently touched the keys, the notes light and smooth. Hermione watched his fingers, fascinated. The tune was sweet, the notes uplifting and Draco glanced over at her as he played.

"Do you like it?"

"Yes, it's lovely."

"It's an original tune - written by one of the girls who the charity help. She's only eleven."

Hermione turned to face him. "Eleven? And she wrote that?"

Draco nodded. "It's amazing, isn't it?"

"It was beautiful! So that's what the charity does?"

"Yes. My piano teacher was lamenting one day that wizard children aren't encouraged to play instruments like Muggle children. As soon as they hit eleven and get their magic, they're so enraptured with being able to do it that their interests in anything else fade. Well, she got me thinking because that was what I did, so I decided to do something about it."

Hermione's eyes widened in her face. "You set the charity up? I didn't realise."

"Shocking isn't it?" Draco smiled at her. "We give free music lessons to children and also some adults who might not have the opportunity. We encourage everyone to try and write some music of their own, at whatever level they're at. This event is open to anyone who has written an original piece of music. They perform it at the open evening and then a panel of judges choose the winning one."

"It's a brilliant idea!" Hermione nodded her head "What's the charity called?"

Draco stopped playing and looked down at the keys. "I named it before a long time ago..." He glanced up at her and she smiled at him, sensing his hesitation and wondering why.

"Go on," she prompted him.

"It's called Perfect Harmony."

Hermione stared at Draco, who seemed a little embarrassed. The little tingling affection, she'd felt last night returned. There was something about him when he wasn't quite as arrogant as usual that made her melt. He seemed slightly bashful about his charity venture, but all it did was remind Hermione why she was beginning to like him.

She reached over and placed her hand over his and she saw the expression on his face change. "I suppose it would only be right that the Harmony Hotel hosts an event for a group called Perfect Harmony," she said and they smiled at one another. Where their hands touched, Hermione could feel a warmth spreading and then Draco reached over and took her other hand in his and the warmth was doubled.

He gently opened her fingers, linking his with hers, looking down at their joined hands. He then lifted both their arms, shuffling closer on the seat before placing Hermione's hands around his waist. He lifted his eyes so that they held hers again and now Hermione could feel her heart pounding.

In the bar, she had willingly given in to him, but then she'd been giving in to his allure, his charisma, the way he made he made her relax and enjoy herself. It had been sensual and exciting and she couldn't deny that she was a more than willing participant.

This was different. Yes, he was attractive, appealing and fascinating. His hair was a mess, his face not as well groomed as usual but he had an inbuilt magnetism that made being close to him compelling. The problem was that this was now combined with Hermione's growing feelings for him. Her affection for him was growing daily and that terrified her far more than the sexual attraction.

It wasn't until she saw Draco's eyes deepen in colour that she felt the butterflies explode in her stomach. His expression was intense, his hands still joined with hers on his waist, their faces just inches apart. It was an incredible feeling, like a revelation as they just drank each other in.

She felt Draco let go of her hands and then slip his arms around her waist, pulling her against him. His aroma swept over her, making her want to inhale deeply.

Hermione moved her hands slowly around to Draco's back and as she did so, he reached over and closed the piano lid, grabbed her around the waist and standing up, he lifted her to sit on the top. Hermione felt another explosion in her stomach like a firework going off but all she could do was continue to stare at Draco, drinking him in hungrily.

Draco reached out and cupped her face with one hand, his eyes now so deep, they were almost black. His hand was gentle and warm and she leant into it. He slid it around her neck, under her hair and Hermione couldn't stand any further anticipation. She reached up and pulled his lips onto hers but Draco pulled back, just gently touching her lips with his own.

He gave a little nip of her lower lip then a searingly hot sweep of both of her lips with his own. Hermione responded, moving her mouth against his and then Draco pulled away again to trace a line of tiny kisses from one corner of her mouth to the other. By the time he'd repeated this a few times, Hermione was a swirling, tingling mass of feelings and her entire being was focused totally on Draco.

He slid his hand further under her hair and pressed his lips to hers more firmly. Hermione's lips parted and Draco moved his against them, deep and warm and smooth. She felt his hand tighten on her waist and he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring her lips. Hermione was now clinging to his robe, grasping at his shoulders as the intensity of their kiss began to make her shudder.

He tasted of mint, his mouth was sweet, his hair gently tickling her face, his warm hand on her neck. She was drowning but it was a slow, deep and intoxicating feeling and she responded to him eagerly. Her head was spinning, she felt as if she was floating and the sweeping, excitement just continued to mount, slowly but easily, her trembling increasing as their tongues danced together.

She gasped into his mouth as a wave of pure longing hit her and Draco leant her backwards, supporting her weight as he continued his exploration. Her senses were dancing, as the craving deepened into something else. Something that made her feel weak with its force.

Suddenly, Draco stepped away. He almost turned away from her, running his hand through his hair. She stared at him, blinking rapidly, trying to steady her breathing. She watched him, concerned by his reaction.

"Draco?"

He looked over at her and she was pleased to see a gentleness in his eyes. "Yes, Hermione?" he answered.

"Are you okay?"

"I wasn't expecting that to happen."

Hermione bit her lip, not quite sure what he meant. She must have been showing her concern on her face because the next moment he was right next to her again. He slipped his arms around her again and she searched his face, wondering what was happening. She felt herself being lifted from the piano, Draco holding her entire weight so that she had no choice but to cling to him. He stepped away from the piano, turning round and then he lowered her to the floor before leaning over and pulling her into a hug.

She hugged him back, feeling almost tearful and not really understanding why. She had no idea how long they stood like this but she just let herself sink into him and switched her mind off.

As she got dressed, after they'd had breakfast, her mind ran over the events of this morning and she had to lower herself onto the bed for a moment. Was it possible to feel like this so suddenly? Had she been feeling like this but not admitting to it? It was just a kiss - just a hug. Their conversation over breakfast had returned to the usual round of teasing and repartee and Hermione had agreed to Draco's proposition but Hermione knew she felt different.

The problem was that she had no idea what that meant or how to deal with it.

Slightly shorter chapter but I wanted to break it there. Hope the kiss was worth the wait...x