This was just a kind of "add-on" chapter, so we could get a little farther
with Draco and Hermione's love life.
Hermione looked around. "We should not be meeting here." She thought to herself.
She was sitting on a crate inside the Astronomy tower. "It's chilly up here." Other thoughts, that had nothing to do with why she was here were popping into her head. "I'm going to kill Draco." Now THAT had something to do with him. She chuckled softly and looked around. It was pretty lonely up here alone. Just you and the stars.
She got off the crate, and walked over to a telescope, which must have been left out after one of the classes. She looked up at the stars. There was the Little Dipper. And the Big Dipper too! She was lost in her thoughts, as she felt a hand on her shoulder. She jumped.
"Good lord. I thought you were a teacher at first." Hermione said, out of breath. Then she smiled. "Glad you made it."
He smirked. "It was hard enough. That Pansy's impossible to get through. I had to make 20 excuses before I put a silencing spell on her, and just walked out." Draco sighed. "I'm lucky she didn't follow."
Draco joined Hermione, who had already sat back down on her crate.
"Anyway." Draco reached him hand out to her, entangling their fingers. "I wanted to tell you something."
Hermione looked down at their hands, then blushed. "Okay."
"Well," he started, "over the last few weeks, all I've been thinking about is you. That first time in the library. How devastated you were over that damn Potter." Draco smirked, as Hermione coughed.
Draco smiled softly and started again. "And, I just want you to know that I like you. I like you a lot. And I know you probably don't feel the same way because, hey, I'm in Slytherin. It does kind of make things hard." He was just blabbering now.
Hermione laughed and put a finger over his mouth. His eyes searched hers again, and nothing was going to interrupt them now. As if in slow motion, Hermione leaned in, turned her head slighting sideways, and their lips met.
"His lips are soft." Hermione thought, putting her arms around him.
Un-surely, Draco slowly started slipping his tongue in, tracing along her upper-lip. His hands circled her waist and he pulled her closer. Hermione invited him in, and she went searching for his. The kiss was becoming long, and finally Hermione broke off for a breath, only to find his lips right back where they were they had started.
A moan escaped Hermione's lips, and she softly pulled them away. "Draco." she was searching for words. "That was amazing." Her eyes were dancing, and Draco had a goofy grin on his face.
He took a deep breath. "Yeah I know." his voice was muffled, as Hermione's lips found his.
"Mmm." Hermione had a look of complete content as her head found the right spot on his chest.
They sat that way, looking at the stars, then as they disappeared, they watched as the first pink rays of sunlight filled the sky.
Slowly, they walked back to their dorms. In front of Gryffindor's portrait, Draco gave Hermione one last kiss. After a few seconds, he went back to his room, and Hermione quickly ran through the portrait hole, up the stairs, and into her dorm- room. She fell onto her bed and closed the drapes, putting a silencing spell on them. She took a big breath, and screamed.
"Oh yes!" she rolled around on her bed, giddy with happiness. "Oh my god, am I in love or what?"
Hermione touched her lips, still able to taste him. She smelled her uniform. It smelled exactly like him. She sighed softly and lay back on her bed.
She smiled. Draco was some one she could live with for the rest of her life.
Draco hurried along the dungeon corridors to his room. He said the password, then walked in. He kissed her. And boy, was she a surprisingly good kisser. He sat on the side of his bed, then fell back on the covers. He looked up at the ceiling, then envisioned Hermione's face. He missed her already. He just might be ready to begin a serious relationship. He knew deep down he was in love. But did she feel that deeply? Draco sure hoped so.
Tiredly, he took off his cloak. Soon he would be awake again, and he'd have to deal with the next problem on his list, getting help from Dumbledore, and telling Hermione about him being scheduled for getting his dark mark. How would he though?
Okay, yeah I know. It's a really short chapter. Draco and Hermione needed a little boost. I've already written the next chapter and things will be getting more serious. Also sad. =\ Well, please review some more!
Hermione looked around. "We should not be meeting here." She thought to herself.
She was sitting on a crate inside the Astronomy tower. "It's chilly up here." Other thoughts, that had nothing to do with why she was here were popping into her head. "I'm going to kill Draco." Now THAT had something to do with him. She chuckled softly and looked around. It was pretty lonely up here alone. Just you and the stars.
She got off the crate, and walked over to a telescope, which must have been left out after one of the classes. She looked up at the stars. There was the Little Dipper. And the Big Dipper too! She was lost in her thoughts, as she felt a hand on her shoulder. She jumped.
"Good lord. I thought you were a teacher at first." Hermione said, out of breath. Then she smiled. "Glad you made it."
He smirked. "It was hard enough. That Pansy's impossible to get through. I had to make 20 excuses before I put a silencing spell on her, and just walked out." Draco sighed. "I'm lucky she didn't follow."
Draco joined Hermione, who had already sat back down on her crate.
"Anyway." Draco reached him hand out to her, entangling their fingers. "I wanted to tell you something."
Hermione looked down at their hands, then blushed. "Okay."
"Well," he started, "over the last few weeks, all I've been thinking about is you. That first time in the library. How devastated you were over that damn Potter." Draco smirked, as Hermione coughed.
Draco smiled softly and started again. "And, I just want you to know that I like you. I like you a lot. And I know you probably don't feel the same way because, hey, I'm in Slytherin. It does kind of make things hard." He was just blabbering now.
Hermione laughed and put a finger over his mouth. His eyes searched hers again, and nothing was going to interrupt them now. As if in slow motion, Hermione leaned in, turned her head slighting sideways, and their lips met.
"His lips are soft." Hermione thought, putting her arms around him.
Un-surely, Draco slowly started slipping his tongue in, tracing along her upper-lip. His hands circled her waist and he pulled her closer. Hermione invited him in, and she went searching for his. The kiss was becoming long, and finally Hermione broke off for a breath, only to find his lips right back where they were they had started.
A moan escaped Hermione's lips, and she softly pulled them away. "Draco." she was searching for words. "That was amazing." Her eyes were dancing, and Draco had a goofy grin on his face.
He took a deep breath. "Yeah I know." his voice was muffled, as Hermione's lips found his.
"Mmm." Hermione had a look of complete content as her head found the right spot on his chest.
They sat that way, looking at the stars, then as they disappeared, they watched as the first pink rays of sunlight filled the sky.
Slowly, they walked back to their dorms. In front of Gryffindor's portrait, Draco gave Hermione one last kiss. After a few seconds, he went back to his room, and Hermione quickly ran through the portrait hole, up the stairs, and into her dorm- room. She fell onto her bed and closed the drapes, putting a silencing spell on them. She took a big breath, and screamed.
"Oh yes!" she rolled around on her bed, giddy with happiness. "Oh my god, am I in love or what?"
Hermione touched her lips, still able to taste him. She smelled her uniform. It smelled exactly like him. She sighed softly and lay back on her bed.
She smiled. Draco was some one she could live with for the rest of her life.
Draco hurried along the dungeon corridors to his room. He said the password, then walked in. He kissed her. And boy, was she a surprisingly good kisser. He sat on the side of his bed, then fell back on the covers. He looked up at the ceiling, then envisioned Hermione's face. He missed her already. He just might be ready to begin a serious relationship. He knew deep down he was in love. But did she feel that deeply? Draco sure hoped so.
Tiredly, he took off his cloak. Soon he would be awake again, and he'd have to deal with the next problem on his list, getting help from Dumbledore, and telling Hermione about him being scheduled for getting his dark mark. How would he though?
Okay, yeah I know. It's a really short chapter. Draco and Hermione needed a little boost. I've already written the next chapter and things will be getting more serious. Also sad. =\ Well, please review some more!