Pairings- Draco/Hermione

POV-Hermione

Summery- After confessing her love for Draco Malfoy, she finds a note on the floor with directions to a rendezvous point.

A/N- I am really sorry to everyone who reviewed this story that it took me so long to update. I wanted to put out one more chapter before school started though. So this is it! Please review! I always love suggestions. I got one from one reviewer, so I'm going to take her advice! Mucho thanks to everyone who has read and reviewed thus far, and lots of luck and happiness to those who added me to their favorites list! It makes me feel so loved..

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Chapter 2 Parfaire Caresse

It was 11:23. I had 37 minutes until I was supposed to be at the third floor, second corridor, fifth door on the left. 37 minutes of excruciating agony in which I could contemplate every vindictive word he might say to me. 37 minutes in which I suffered from the painful bliss of a heart warmed by possibilities that I knew would never happen. 37 minutes in which I could reminisce about all of the things that I loved about him, and remember that he didn't love me. Or did he?

As the moon rose slowly, casting light as pale as his tresses onto the walls, I remembered the day I realized I loved him. I wish I could say it was pure and simple and innocent, but the truth was that he was the hostile excitement that quenched my thirst with something other than knowledge. He was tangible, and yet he couldn't be touched. He looked like an angel, but lived like the son of Lucifer. He was beautiful, and dark, and deep, and I wanted him. I wanted him so much.

How I came to love him is very unusual within itself. It had been a dark, starry night, much like this one, out by the lake. I was beneath a tree, watching the placid waters, trying to cool the fire in my heart that had grown over the years. My passion seared within me, by my silent disposition kept me from acting out. Know one knew that I came out at night sometimes to reflect, and composed myself, but to me that was good. What would I do if someone knew how I felt? At times I knew I was dangerous, the repressed emotions within me were sure to explode if I didn't find release soon.

He had not been far away, sitting beside the lake as well, oblivious to my presence. But he wasn't alone. With him was a pretty Slytherin girl, his latest intrigue, staring deeply into his sliver orbs like I had dreamt of doing so many times afterward.

He reached a cold, delicate hand up to her face, tracing her jaw bone with his fingers and brushing his thumb over her lower lip. It confused me so much to see him act so gentle, that his simple gestures to that girl moved me in a way that I had not been moved before.

She lay down on the grass, propping herself up on one elbow, looking at him with desire. My eyes widened as I realized that he must do this to all of the girls. Surly she knew that, yet she wanted to be with him anyway. It was almost as if I could understand her thoughts, her emotions, her desires. She wanted to be loved by him, even if he was going to leave her the very next day. She craved for this angel of indulgence as much as I did.

His tenderness towards her that night made me want him much more than I would have ever thought possible. The fact that he was a Slytherin and a pure-blood and cruel meant nothing to me. All I could see of him was his beauty and grace. The way he was so gentle and tender and loving and slowly mesmerizing captured me swiftly and made me blind.

And yet, earlier that day when he told me to snap out of my girlish fantasies, I realized he was right. He wasn't the kind of man I could take home to meet my parents, or spend holidays with. He would never truly love me. He was just searching for someone to fulfill him as I was. We were both selfish and raw and acting out of lust. Weren't we?

I shook my head to try to clear away the thoughts and doubts and hopes and fears that clouded my mind. I looked at my wristwatch to see how much longer I had to wait. It was 12:42. I was too late. My fears had become my downfall, my dreams betrayed me and now I had lost my chance.

What was I going to do? What if that had been my only opportunity to win him over? The irony of it all hit me like a brick, and caused tears to form in my eyes. But Hermione Granger was not a quitter! I would find a way to make him love me. I would get what I wanted. No matter what.

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This chapter I think was a bit deeper than the others, and I hope you don't mind. I enjoyed writing her emotions and how she came to love him. I have to agree with one of my reviewers that in the last chapter when she admitted her love for him, it came out rather sudden. I think this chapter explains why rather well though, if I do say so myself. Also, sorry to anyone who wanted to see the rendezvous scene. Sorry! I just thought that was a bit too predictable though. Please tell me what kind of direction you would like to see this fic go in!

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