Disclaimer: Apparently I'm not very good at being witty, so I'll just stick
to the ordinary stuff. I don't own Harry Potter or any of its
characters. I do own this story though and any characters I add.
Author's Note: Thanks everyone for all the support. I'm so glad that you all like this story.
Chapter 5
A week had gone by, and Draco had avoided the library and every hall that would put him past Gryffindor tower at all cost. He'd seen her in the few classes he had with her and had drastically avoided any contact. Truth was, he was badly shaken. He'd never felt as much in his whole life than he had in that one moment. He'd never felt so confused about anything. One part of him was angry, furious that he could let himself go like that. The other half couldn't wait to corner the little know-it-all in a dark, empty classroom and show her how little she really did know. It was this feeling that was strongest.
Now he was in the library scanning the giant room for the slightest glimpse of bushy brown hair. He actually did have some books he needed to check out. Draco gathered said books as quickly as possible, checked them out, and stowed them in his bag. Then he saw her, but not before she saw him. It was her stare that drew him to turn around. Their eyes met, cold ice to deep ocean. Draco didn't know he could walk that fast, but he had her by the arm pulling her toward a room before she could gasp. He glanced in, found it empty, and pushed her in locking the door behind them.
"Draco," he cut her off by attacking her lips.
Hermione really hadn't meant to say that much. Just a little bit of nonsence like "are you sure?". Apparently he was. He was demanding a response from her with the persistant delving and swiping of his tongue and the hard roaming of his hands over her back and waist. His fingers curled in her hair and cradled her neck. He was searching for something. The realization startled her and she jerked back.
Draco met his gaze to her startled blue eyes and knew instantly that she was reading him. No... No he couldn't let her in. But he wanted all that feeling back, every bit of it. He needed it.
"Don't say anything," he didn't even recognize his voice it was so heavy with pleading emotion.
Hermione gazed deep into his crystaline blue eyes. Once she'd only seen icy indifference, cold, evil hatred there. Perhaps if she'd looked a little harder, she'd have seen the emptiness that fueled it. She didn't say anything, and not only because had no idea of what to say. But because knew that there were no words, nothing that would ever make it easier for him to let go, to show himself to her. So she raised her hand in the gentlest of ways and pished a tress of blonde bangs from her eyes. He closed his eyes as she trailed her fingertips over his cheek and across his jaw.
The kiss that followed was much gentler than the others. Draco drew her close agaisnt him, burying on hand in her thick hair and clasping the other about her waist. Her arms came around his neck and she opened herself to him. She understood, somehow she knew. Draco felt complete, more than he ever had with anyone else. This is the feeling he needed, the only only she could give him. For him, the world stopped just for that moment. Nothing else mattered to him but the wonderful feeling in his heart and the beautiful girl in his arms. Voldermort could have destroyed the school, satan could have unleashed hell, God could have blown up the world and them with it and he'd have never known.
Author's Note: Thanks everyone for all the support. I'm so glad that you all like this story.
Chapter 5
A week had gone by, and Draco had avoided the library and every hall that would put him past Gryffindor tower at all cost. He'd seen her in the few classes he had with her and had drastically avoided any contact. Truth was, he was badly shaken. He'd never felt as much in his whole life than he had in that one moment. He'd never felt so confused about anything. One part of him was angry, furious that he could let himself go like that. The other half couldn't wait to corner the little know-it-all in a dark, empty classroom and show her how little she really did know. It was this feeling that was strongest.
Now he was in the library scanning the giant room for the slightest glimpse of bushy brown hair. He actually did have some books he needed to check out. Draco gathered said books as quickly as possible, checked them out, and stowed them in his bag. Then he saw her, but not before she saw him. It was her stare that drew him to turn around. Their eyes met, cold ice to deep ocean. Draco didn't know he could walk that fast, but he had her by the arm pulling her toward a room before she could gasp. He glanced in, found it empty, and pushed her in locking the door behind them.
"Draco," he cut her off by attacking her lips.
Hermione really hadn't meant to say that much. Just a little bit of nonsence like "are you sure?". Apparently he was. He was demanding a response from her with the persistant delving and swiping of his tongue and the hard roaming of his hands over her back and waist. His fingers curled in her hair and cradled her neck. He was searching for something. The realization startled her and she jerked back.
Draco met his gaze to her startled blue eyes and knew instantly that she was reading him. No... No he couldn't let her in. But he wanted all that feeling back, every bit of it. He needed it.
"Don't say anything," he didn't even recognize his voice it was so heavy with pleading emotion.
Hermione gazed deep into his crystaline blue eyes. Once she'd only seen icy indifference, cold, evil hatred there. Perhaps if she'd looked a little harder, she'd have seen the emptiness that fueled it. She didn't say anything, and not only because had no idea of what to say. But because knew that there were no words, nothing that would ever make it easier for him to let go, to show himself to her. So she raised her hand in the gentlest of ways and pished a tress of blonde bangs from her eyes. He closed his eyes as she trailed her fingertips over his cheek and across his jaw.
The kiss that followed was much gentler than the others. Draco drew her close agaisnt him, burying on hand in her thick hair and clasping the other about her waist. Her arms came around his neck and she opened herself to him. She understood, somehow she knew. Draco felt complete, more than he ever had with anyone else. This is the feeling he needed, the only only she could give him. For him, the world stopped just for that moment. Nothing else mattered to him but the wonderful feeling in his heart and the beautiful girl in his arms. Voldermort could have destroyed the school, satan could have unleashed hell, God could have blown up the world and them with it and he'd have never known.
