Chapter 8: Their Growing Relationship

"Crawling in my skin, these wounds they will not heal. Fear is how I fall, confusing what is real."-Crawling, by Linkin Park

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Draco smiled to himself as he reached over and grabbed Hermione's hand and said softly to her, "Tomorrow's the day, Hermione… Tomorrow."

"We haven't even kissed for real yet…" Hermione said after a moment, and noticed Draco gave her a look that said, 'We'll see about that.' and before she knew it, she was in the arms of Draco Malfoy. She was waiting with anticipation, which Draco did not make her wait long for. After a moment, she felt Draco's mouth against hers and moaned as she felt him massaging her shoulders.

"Hermione," He said between quick breaths of air, "There's something I need to tell you…" He kissed her again, this time more hungrily and continued, "I've always had a feeling in my stomach when you were around me… Now I think I know what all this means. That scroll was right, I am in love with you."

There's something inside me that pulls beneath the surface. Consuming, confusing. This lack of self-control I fear is never ending. Controlling, I can't seem…

Hermione smiled at him and kissed him back hard. "I love you, too…" she whispered, tears of joy standing still in her eyes.

Draco smiled at her before standing, offering her a hand to help herself. She took his hand, held on even after up, and let him lead her to the house.

Narcissa sighed as she watched the soon -to-be couple in her cauldron. They were so much in love… Could it be the prophecy? She wondered as she watched the two. "It has to be." She said after a moment, and scurried down the stairs to meet up with them.

To find myself again, my walls are closing in. Without a sense of confidence and I'm convinced that there's just too much pressure to take. I've felt this way before, so insecure.

"Hello, you two!" Narcissa said brightly to them when she had opened the door.

"Hello, Mom…" said a deeply surprised Hermione.

"Err." said Draco, glancing over at Hermione and then at his Mom back to back.

"Why don't you to go out to dinner to celebrate?" suggested Narcissa.

"That's what we were about to do." Lied Draco. "We were just going inside to get some money…"

Crawling in my skin, these wounds they will not heal. Fear is how I fall, confusing what is real.

Narcissa smiled knowingly at them and stepped aside for them to get their money. As she watched them, climb the stairs, she called out to them, and "I could get you some reservations at Café La Prairie!"

Draco sighed at his Mother's silliness and continued running, Hermione beside him.

Once inside Draco's room, Hermione sighed deeply with relief. "That was so weird."

Discomfort, endlessly has pulled itself upon me. Distracting, reacting. Against my own, will I stand beside my own reflection? It's haunting how I can't seem…

"I bet anything she was watching us," said Draco, who was looking in a drawer for money.

"Slytherin pride eh, Malfoy." Said an amused Hermione, who was holding up some of Draco's boxers that had a snake on them and then pointed to his bed, which had a silver snake and the background a luxurious green while the bedpost was black.

To find myself again, my walls are closing in. Without a sense of confidence and I'm convinced that there's just too much pressure to take. I've felt this way before, so insecure.

"I like to have pride for my house," huffed Draco as he pulled out a bag full of money (sickles, knuts, galleons, whatever.)

"Yeah, I do too. Only I can't because me and my parents…" Hermione tried to stop the tears from spilling, but she just could not. Draco walked over to her and put his arms around her, afterwards letting her cry softly into his shoulder while murmuring, "It's alright… Just let it out…"

Crawling in my skin, these wounds they will not heal. Fear is how I fall, confusing what is real.

"There's too much going on in my life, Draco…" She whispered after a moment, still crying. "I feel like people are watching me and no one can help me…like someone crawling in my skin…"

"I can help you, though." Draco whispered into her hair.

Crawling in my skin, these wounds they will not heal. Fear is how I fall, confusing what is real.

"Thank you so much, Draco…" Hermione whispered back, tears in her chestnut eyes.

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Genre: Romance

Rating: PG-13

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