You Set Me Free chapter 2
Hermione gasped in surprise.
"What are YOU doing here?" she retorted quickly. Draco stepped out of the shadows, the dim candlelight throwing a golden shadow
over his face.
"I asked you first," he said.
"I'm getting something to drink," she replied coldly. "Now you?"
"I'm just getting a midnight snack," he said cooly, taking a bite of chocolate. "Want some?" he offered. Hermione narrowed her eyes
at him.
"I thought we were enemies again," she said. Draco shrugged.
"We're alone. Why be that way when we don't have to," he said lazily. Suddenly Hermione realized that they were in fact alone in the
dark, creepy kitchen.
"I'm glad someone was down here when I came, this place gives me the creeps at night,"she said, shivering slightly. Draco laughed
quietly.
"Thanks, I feel very masculine now," he said sarcastically. She elbowed him.
"You know what I meant," she said.
"Look at this hidden room I found," Draco said suddenly, motioning for her to come over near a large table. He bent down and climbed
under it.
"Come on," he called back to her. She got down on her knees and crawled after him. After about two minutes of crawling through a tiny
tunnel, they came to a human-sized room.
"Oh..." Hermione gasped softly as she entered the softly-lit room. It was decorated with celtic/irish furniture, and the soft lighting came
from big white flowers the were floating around the room. (A.N. think lothlorien or rivendell in the lotr movie)
"It's beautiful..." she said quietly as she went over she gently touched one of the floating light-flowers. She turned to Draco.
"I'm coming here every night," she breathed. Draco grinned.
"I already do," he said. Hermione smiled.
"So the cold, heartless Malfoy boy has an eye for beauty," she teased. He shrugged (again!) and looked away, before whipping his
head towards her.
"Heartless?" he asked sharply. Hermione winced.
"Sorry about that," she said, Draco would not accept that.
"How do you know if I'm heartless or not?" he asked.
"Well... you're always so cruel to anyone not in Slytherin..." she said meekly.
"Like you?" he asked. Hermione turned towards him.
"Yeah. Like me, when we're in public." she said, knowing she had a point. Draco gave in, knowing it too.
"Ok, ok, you're right. But it's hard, you know? If we're suddenly all friendly to eachother, our friends will get mad and most likely
get the wrong idea about us," he said logically. Hermione nodded.
"We could meet here every night." she suggested.
"Sure. What time though?" he asked. Hermione looked at her watch.
"Houw about... around 10. Or whenever everybody is asleep." she said. Draco grinned, and held out his hand.
"Deal," he said.
"Deal," Hermione repeated, grinning back.
Hermione gasped in surprise.
"What are YOU doing here?" she retorted quickly. Draco stepped out of the shadows, the dim candlelight throwing a golden shadow
over his face.
"I asked you first," he said.
"I'm getting something to drink," she replied coldly. "Now you?"
"I'm just getting a midnight snack," he said cooly, taking a bite of chocolate. "Want some?" he offered. Hermione narrowed her eyes
at him.
"I thought we were enemies again," she said. Draco shrugged.
"We're alone. Why be that way when we don't have to," he said lazily. Suddenly Hermione realized that they were in fact alone in the
dark, creepy kitchen.
"I'm glad someone was down here when I came, this place gives me the creeps at night,"she said, shivering slightly. Draco laughed
quietly.
"Thanks, I feel very masculine now," he said sarcastically. She elbowed him.
"You know what I meant," she said.
"Look at this hidden room I found," Draco said suddenly, motioning for her to come over near a large table. He bent down and climbed
under it.
"Come on," he called back to her. She got down on her knees and crawled after him. After about two minutes of crawling through a tiny
tunnel, they came to a human-sized room.
"Oh..." Hermione gasped softly as she entered the softly-lit room. It was decorated with celtic/irish furniture, and the soft lighting came
from big white flowers the were floating around the room. (A.N. think lothlorien or rivendell in the lotr movie)
"It's beautiful..." she said quietly as she went over she gently touched one of the floating light-flowers. She turned to Draco.
"I'm coming here every night," she breathed. Draco grinned.
"I already do," he said. Hermione smiled.
"So the cold, heartless Malfoy boy has an eye for beauty," she teased. He shrugged (again!) and looked away, before whipping his
head towards her.
"Heartless?" he asked sharply. Hermione winced.
"Sorry about that," she said, Draco would not accept that.
"How do you know if I'm heartless or not?" he asked.
"Well... you're always so cruel to anyone not in Slytherin..." she said meekly.
"Like you?" he asked. Hermione turned towards him.
"Yeah. Like me, when we're in public." she said, knowing she had a point. Draco gave in, knowing it too.
"Ok, ok, you're right. But it's hard, you know? If we're suddenly all friendly to eachother, our friends will get mad and most likely
get the wrong idea about us," he said logically. Hermione nodded.
"We could meet here every night." she suggested.
"Sure. What time though?" he asked. Hermione looked at her watch.
"Houw about... around 10. Or whenever everybody is asleep." she said. Draco grinned, and held out his hand.
"Deal," he said.
"Deal," Hermione repeated, grinning back.