They broke apart after a moment. Then, what he just did sunk in, and Draco
turned abruptly and rushed out of the library. He ran back to his
dormitory, thanking his lucky stars he hadn't met anyone.
Not wanting to think about what just happened, he got into bed and fell asleep.
* * * * * * *
Hermione woke up the next morning trying to figure out what had happened. Draco had apologised, and.. kissed her. And, (this part was the most confusing) she had kissed him back, and it felt good. I was tired; it didn't mean anything, she tried to convince herself.
Draco was having similar thoughts. He too was trying to convince himself it didn't mean anything. I just felt sorry for her.
A couple of days went by, and Hermione and Draco tried to pretend nothing happened. But they both thought that kiss constantly. Draco started noticing things about Hermione the he had never noticed before. How she walked. How she always helped people if they were lost or stuck on something. How pretty she was. Hermione was noticing how nice Draco's eyes were. How his laugh sounded. How clever he was. Every now and again they would sneak looks at each other. Once their eyes met, and they both looked away quickly, colour springing to their cheeks.
Finally, Draco couldn't stand it any longer. He wrote a note saying, Meet me in the empty classroom on the second floor at lunch. Come alone. Draco. And sent it to Hermione by owl. Hermione received it halfway through her toast, and her heart gave a flutter. Stop being stupid, she scolded herself. It's Draco we're talking about here. "Who's that from?" asked Ron. "No-one," she said hurriedly, shoving the note out of sight. Ron obviously didn't believe her, and was about to say something, but the bell went. Hermione sighed in relief and smiled sweetly at Ron when he cast her a suspicious look.
* * * * * * * Lunch couldn't come quick enough. Finally, without having anything to eat, she was on her way to the empty classroom. Draco was already there. He turned and almost smiled when he saw Hermione. I can't believe I've never noticed how pretty she is. "Hi," she said, "you wanted to see me," She mentally kicked herself at how stupid that sounded. Draco didn't notice. "Umm, I wanted to say, sorry for. you know.." he started but he was cut off because Hermione suddenly strode forward and placed her lips on his. They stood for a minute, before Hermione pulled away. She smiled and said simply, "You're forgiven." Then she walked out, leaving Draco feeling like he never had before.
* * * * * * * * * The next Hogsmaede weekend was quickly approaching. Ron and Harry weren't going; they had a heap of homework, so Hermione seized the opportunity to ask Draco. She sent him a note like he had to her. Do you want to go to Hogsmaede with me this weekend? How about we meet in the Three Broomsticks? Hermione.
And so that weekend Draco walked into the Three Broomsticks and scanned the crowd for Hermione. She was sitting by herself at a table that you couldn't see right away. He sat down and they chatted for ages like old friends. They found out a lot about each other. Hermione found that Draco was actually quite nice. At one stage, the subject of the Dark side arose. "Do you actually want to be a Death Eater?" Hermione asked. An expression of deep thought crossed Draco's face. "Do you know, it sounds stupid, but I've never actually thought about it. Father wants me to be one to 'uphold the Malfoy's honour', so I've always thought of it as a made decision, a duty. But now I think about it, I don't want to be one." Hermione nodded. Another question she asked was, "Why are you." Hermione struggled to find the right words, but Draco helped her there, "Such a pig?" he said, smiling. Hermione blushed. "I think cause I get so angry at my dad and stuff, I just take it out on other people," Unfortunately, the time came when they had to leave. "Thanks for that Hermione. I feel I can talk to you." She blushed delicately. "You're welcome Draco."
Not wanting to think about what just happened, he got into bed and fell asleep.
* * * * * * *
Hermione woke up the next morning trying to figure out what had happened. Draco had apologised, and.. kissed her. And, (this part was the most confusing) she had kissed him back, and it felt good. I was tired; it didn't mean anything, she tried to convince herself.
Draco was having similar thoughts. He too was trying to convince himself it didn't mean anything. I just felt sorry for her.
A couple of days went by, and Hermione and Draco tried to pretend nothing happened. But they both thought that kiss constantly. Draco started noticing things about Hermione the he had never noticed before. How she walked. How she always helped people if they were lost or stuck on something. How pretty she was. Hermione was noticing how nice Draco's eyes were. How his laugh sounded. How clever he was. Every now and again they would sneak looks at each other. Once their eyes met, and they both looked away quickly, colour springing to their cheeks.
Finally, Draco couldn't stand it any longer. He wrote a note saying, Meet me in the empty classroom on the second floor at lunch. Come alone. Draco. And sent it to Hermione by owl. Hermione received it halfway through her toast, and her heart gave a flutter. Stop being stupid, she scolded herself. It's Draco we're talking about here. "Who's that from?" asked Ron. "No-one," she said hurriedly, shoving the note out of sight. Ron obviously didn't believe her, and was about to say something, but the bell went. Hermione sighed in relief and smiled sweetly at Ron when he cast her a suspicious look.
* * * * * * * Lunch couldn't come quick enough. Finally, without having anything to eat, she was on her way to the empty classroom. Draco was already there. He turned and almost smiled when he saw Hermione. I can't believe I've never noticed how pretty she is. "Hi," she said, "you wanted to see me," She mentally kicked herself at how stupid that sounded. Draco didn't notice. "Umm, I wanted to say, sorry for. you know.." he started but he was cut off because Hermione suddenly strode forward and placed her lips on his. They stood for a minute, before Hermione pulled away. She smiled and said simply, "You're forgiven." Then she walked out, leaving Draco feeling like he never had before.
* * * * * * * * * The next Hogsmaede weekend was quickly approaching. Ron and Harry weren't going; they had a heap of homework, so Hermione seized the opportunity to ask Draco. She sent him a note like he had to her. Do you want to go to Hogsmaede with me this weekend? How about we meet in the Three Broomsticks? Hermione.
And so that weekend Draco walked into the Three Broomsticks and scanned the crowd for Hermione. She was sitting by herself at a table that you couldn't see right away. He sat down and they chatted for ages like old friends. They found out a lot about each other. Hermione found that Draco was actually quite nice. At one stage, the subject of the Dark side arose. "Do you actually want to be a Death Eater?" Hermione asked. An expression of deep thought crossed Draco's face. "Do you know, it sounds stupid, but I've never actually thought about it. Father wants me to be one to 'uphold the Malfoy's honour', so I've always thought of it as a made decision, a duty. But now I think about it, I don't want to be one." Hermione nodded. Another question she asked was, "Why are you." Hermione struggled to find the right words, but Draco helped her there, "Such a pig?" he said, smiling. Hermione blushed. "I think cause I get so angry at my dad and stuff, I just take it out on other people," Unfortunately, the time came when they had to leave. "Thanks for that Hermione. I feel I can talk to you." She blushed delicately. "You're welcome Draco."