Chapter 13
Tomorrow inevitably came, and although Hermione was unsure about her decision to continue to see Draco, she was still extremely excited about their rendezvous to be happening at lunch. She played with her food all during breakfast wearing a dreamy face. Head resting on the palm of her hand, she ran her fork through her eggs while staring off into space and smiling to herself. Ron and Harry looked worried about her but decided that they didn't want to know what was going on, since they figured it had something to do with Draco.
When a large number of people had exited, she took that as her dismissal and left Harry and Ron to their breakfasts. She casually walked up to the library, nodded to Madam Pince, and sat down on her usual couch, secluded in the back of the library. Hermione leaned her head back onto the squishy back part of the couch and lazily closed her eyes, thinking of Draco. A small smile crept along the sides of her mouth when she remembered the way he smelled. She couldn't put his scent into words; it was too hard to explain. But it made her feel warm and content.
She felt pressure on the other side of the couch, as if someone had sat down. She really didn't want to open her eyes, but when she felt the familiar lips pressed against her neck, she immediately fluttered her eyes open and took Draco into her arms. She flung herself on top of him and stared deep into his blue-gray eyes. He pulled her closer to him and she dug her hips into his as he nibbled on her ear. She felt her cheeks become flushed at this, and smiled brightly. She was so incredibly happy to be back with Draco. To be touching him again, to feel him touching her; it was all too great. He ran his fingers up her spine and then up to her neck, giving her goose bumps, and then pulled them out through her hair. Hermione rubbed her hands back and forth against his strong chest and then brought her hands around to his back, forcing her fingers between Draco and the couch. He pulled her closer to him, if that was possible, and their lips met with a crash of passion on both ends. The kiss was full of hunger and desire, and they each closed their eyes tightly and pressed hard against each other. Hermione's insatiable thirst for Draco poured into him through the kiss and she dissolved into him, making sure that every inch of her body was touching an equal inch of his body. They continued squirming around on the couch and kissing deeply, not able to get enough of touching each other. Draco slowly turned himself over, and soon he was on top of Hermione and slightly grinding into her, keeping the pressure in time with the fast beats of their hearts. Hermione wrapped her legs around him and stroked her fingers up and down his back. Meanwhile, their kiss had slowed down, although it was still intense. Hermione opened her eyes and Draco opened his. They looked deeply into each other's eyes. Although it was slightly unnerving, she continued to hold his gaze and they both smiled against the kiss, and ended it with a small peck.
"That was... unexpected," noted Hermione after calming down and catching her breath.
"Sometimes the best things are unexpected."
"Yes, that's true. Has lunch already started?"
"No. That's in about an hour. We were kind of early."
"Yeah, kind of."
Draco slid his arms around her waist, "But I don't think that you mind," and with that he kissed her on the cheek. For a few minutes, they stood silently in each other's arms, just enjoying the other's presence. To Hermione, everything felt entirely too perfect.
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Draco stood there with Hermione, feeling her arms around him. He took pleasure in the fact that he didn't need to talk to be able to express his feelings for her. It took one hug, or one kiss, or one look in the eye to get his emotions across. And it went the same with her. All he needed was to see her gentle eyes upon him, and he knew that she cared. All he needed to feel was her soft lips touching his, and he knew that she cared. All he needed was to feel her small hands massaging his scalp and playing with his hair, and he knew that she cared. After all the time that he had waited and secretly hoped for someone that he could feel this way about, he had found it in the most obscure and strange place.
"Draco. I don't want this to end. I don't want this to stop," she said, interrupting his thoughts.
"Me either."
"This is so strange. Me and Draco Malfoy," she laughed, "It's almost impossible to imagine."
Draco laughed along. "But it's real. As real as magic."
Hermione looked slightly puzzled at this. "I never knew that magic was real until I came here."
"Well, you didn't know that we could be real until you came here either." Draco smiled inwardly and gave himself 10 points for that line. It was then that he turned his head and realized that if he had been consumed any more in Hermione, he wouldn't have noticed the two wide pairs of eyes flashing back at him. He immediately pulled away from her tight squeeze and looked up as two large figures walked to a standing position a few feet in front of him.
"Hey Crabbe, hey Goyle."
Tomorrow inevitably came, and although Hermione was unsure about her decision to continue to see Draco, she was still extremely excited about their rendezvous to be happening at lunch. She played with her food all during breakfast wearing a dreamy face. Head resting on the palm of her hand, she ran her fork through her eggs while staring off into space and smiling to herself. Ron and Harry looked worried about her but decided that they didn't want to know what was going on, since they figured it had something to do with Draco.
When a large number of people had exited, she took that as her dismissal and left Harry and Ron to their breakfasts. She casually walked up to the library, nodded to Madam Pince, and sat down on her usual couch, secluded in the back of the library. Hermione leaned her head back onto the squishy back part of the couch and lazily closed her eyes, thinking of Draco. A small smile crept along the sides of her mouth when she remembered the way he smelled. She couldn't put his scent into words; it was too hard to explain. But it made her feel warm and content.
She felt pressure on the other side of the couch, as if someone had sat down. She really didn't want to open her eyes, but when she felt the familiar lips pressed against her neck, she immediately fluttered her eyes open and took Draco into her arms. She flung herself on top of him and stared deep into his blue-gray eyes. He pulled her closer to him and she dug her hips into his as he nibbled on her ear. She felt her cheeks become flushed at this, and smiled brightly. She was so incredibly happy to be back with Draco. To be touching him again, to feel him touching her; it was all too great. He ran his fingers up her spine and then up to her neck, giving her goose bumps, and then pulled them out through her hair. Hermione rubbed her hands back and forth against his strong chest and then brought her hands around to his back, forcing her fingers between Draco and the couch. He pulled her closer to him, if that was possible, and their lips met with a crash of passion on both ends. The kiss was full of hunger and desire, and they each closed their eyes tightly and pressed hard against each other. Hermione's insatiable thirst for Draco poured into him through the kiss and she dissolved into him, making sure that every inch of her body was touching an equal inch of his body. They continued squirming around on the couch and kissing deeply, not able to get enough of touching each other. Draco slowly turned himself over, and soon he was on top of Hermione and slightly grinding into her, keeping the pressure in time with the fast beats of their hearts. Hermione wrapped her legs around him and stroked her fingers up and down his back. Meanwhile, their kiss had slowed down, although it was still intense. Hermione opened her eyes and Draco opened his. They looked deeply into each other's eyes. Although it was slightly unnerving, she continued to hold his gaze and they both smiled against the kiss, and ended it with a small peck.
"That was... unexpected," noted Hermione after calming down and catching her breath.
"Sometimes the best things are unexpected."
"Yes, that's true. Has lunch already started?"
"No. That's in about an hour. We were kind of early."
"Yeah, kind of."
Draco slid his arms around her waist, "But I don't think that you mind," and with that he kissed her on the cheek. For a few minutes, they stood silently in each other's arms, just enjoying the other's presence. To Hermione, everything felt entirely too perfect.
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Draco stood there with Hermione, feeling her arms around him. He took pleasure in the fact that he didn't need to talk to be able to express his feelings for her. It took one hug, or one kiss, or one look in the eye to get his emotions across. And it went the same with her. All he needed was to see her gentle eyes upon him, and he knew that she cared. All he needed to feel was her soft lips touching his, and he knew that she cared. All he needed was to feel her small hands massaging his scalp and playing with his hair, and he knew that she cared. After all the time that he had waited and secretly hoped for someone that he could feel this way about, he had found it in the most obscure and strange place.
"Draco. I don't want this to end. I don't want this to stop," she said, interrupting his thoughts.
"Me either."
"This is so strange. Me and Draco Malfoy," she laughed, "It's almost impossible to imagine."
Draco laughed along. "But it's real. As real as magic."
Hermione looked slightly puzzled at this. "I never knew that magic was real until I came here."
"Well, you didn't know that we could be real until you came here either." Draco smiled inwardly and gave himself 10 points for that line. It was then that he turned his head and realized that if he had been consumed any more in Hermione, he wouldn't have noticed the two wide pairs of eyes flashing back at him. He immediately pulled away from her tight squeeze and looked up as two large figures walked to a standing position a few feet in front of him.
"Hey Crabbe, hey Goyle."