He wanted to feel her skin, her touch. He hadn't realized, but he was
extremely close to her now. He was taller then her, only by about four
inches, but he still had to bend over to reach her. Her lips were sweet
against his. Their embrace was interrupted by Hermione banging a book on
one of the metal pipes that connected to the dungeons.
"I'm sorry to break up such a tender moment, but I need to talk to Shiji, he's supposed to help me with my Defense Against the Dark Arts homework, he knows a lot more than me in the subject."
"Inside, down the hall, first door on the left, knock twice, pause, then knock three times." Starr instructed, "password is '1515 ad.'"
"What was that year?"
"It was the 14th Crusade in the muggle world. The first we joined as muggles. He hated it. Lucky was off trying to stop Vlad the Impaler, Misty was getting the Ministry of Magic in order, and Shiji and I were fighting on opposite sides of the war. I was for England, and he was for France. Which is better, I ask, having death or life on your side?"
"Well, it would depend which was stronger. Death because you could have mass murder, or life to support your soldiers."
"Correct." Starr moved out of the way for Hermione to pass.
"I better go," Draco implored. Starr looked hurt. "Maybe again." He kissed her again and left.
"I'm sorry to break up such a tender moment, but I need to talk to Shiji, he's supposed to help me with my Defense Against the Dark Arts homework, he knows a lot more than me in the subject."
"Inside, down the hall, first door on the left, knock twice, pause, then knock three times." Starr instructed, "password is '1515 ad.'"
"What was that year?"
"It was the 14th Crusade in the muggle world. The first we joined as muggles. He hated it. Lucky was off trying to stop Vlad the Impaler, Misty was getting the Ministry of Magic in order, and Shiji and I were fighting on opposite sides of the war. I was for England, and he was for France. Which is better, I ask, having death or life on your side?"
"Well, it would depend which was stronger. Death because you could have mass murder, or life to support your soldiers."
"Correct." Starr moved out of the way for Hermione to pass.
"I better go," Draco implored. Starr looked hurt. "Maybe again." He kissed her again and left.
