Only 17

by: dreamaker13


Author's note: Here we go to chapter eighteen. You know one of the numbers which I love so much is the number eighteen. It gives me a sense of belonging. Well, anyway, enough about being sentimental. Shall we go on?

Disclaimer: I do not own Hp...

Key:

-*-: flashbacks

* * *: change of scene

- - -: change of scene with in the flashback.


Chapter XVIII:

Slowly, the sun rose from the deep horizon up onto the dark sky. It's warm light seeping through the light drapes of the windows and found itself on the face of one Hermione Granger, waking her up from her sweet slumber.

As she slowly opened her eyes to see the sun rising from the window in front of her, she felt somehow relaxed and comfortable. She turned around on her other side with her back facing the window and found her one and only fiancé sleeping soundly beside her with a protective hold on her waist.

Hermione watched as Draco inhaled and exhaled every breath as he slept soundlessly beside her. She lifted her hand and traced the outlines of his face gently with her fingertips. Her feather-like touch though electrifying just seemed to make Draco sleep deeper.

Hermione giggled as Draco snuggled deeper into the sheets which caused him to snuggle deep into her collar making Hermione giggle even more. She gave him a quick kiss on the head and slowly pried his hands off her waist for her to be able to stand up and think.

She quietly walked towards the sliding doors which led to the balcony and took in the fresh morning air that welcomed her into its peaceful arms. Yesterday had been hectic with all that happened. The fight with Ginny, the long day of studying and finally the tiring dinner with the Malfoy's. All the stress and pressure was giving her one splitting headache.

The cool morning breeze blew once more and a small shiver went up her spine. It was already fall and winter was nearby which meant colder mornings and even colder evenings especially when you are only clad in an over-sized white polo shirt. And that was what Hermione was wearing, Draco's white polo-shirt.

She had been complaining last night about wearing clean clothes or none at all that night...

-*-

The day had been hectic and the two, Hermione and Draco, had just been to the most eventful dinner in their lives. What with Oliver and Draco's father tormenting them about tonight after Draco told them that Hermione was spending the night and Narcissa occasionally asking Draco if he was sure about his sexuality it was bound to be torture. And since Draco had been having a splitting headache, he wasn't about to argue with Hermione on what to wear to sleep tonight.

"Why don't you just wear those to sleep and let me have my rest?" Draco said, pointing to Hermione's clothes which she had been wearing.

"But Draco, I've been wearing these since this morning. You don't want to sleep beside someone wearing the same clothes she's been wearing all day. And besides, they're uncomfortable." Hermione argued.

"Sleep in the nude then." Draco replied as he sat down on the edge of the bed massaging his temples.

"But its cold." Hermione countered hugging herself to show her point. Draco gave out an exasperated sigh, stood up from his seat, trudged towards his closet, pulled out a white polo-shirt and threw it at Hermione.

"There! It's either you wear that or you freeze for all I care. Just leave me the hell alone and go do whatever you want, okay!" and with that Draco trudged irritatingly to the bathroom and slammed the door as hard as he can. Hermione was left there clutching the white polo-shirt in her hands with tears falling from her eyes.

- - -

Draco sighed as he closed the bathroom door behind him. He needed to think and a hot shower. His temper was getting the better of him tonight and Hermione was the victim this time. Draco didn't want that. He didn't want Hermione to start being distant towards him.

Draco gave out another tired sigh as he let the warm water flow down his body. And since the flow of the water from the shower was filling Draco's ears, he didn't hear the bathroom door open and close. He also didn't hear someone taking their clothes off and enter the shower. he was too busy thinking about Hermione that he jumped in surprise when he felt two arms sneak their way around his waist.

He tried turning around but can't due to the body behind him. They both stood there for a moment in silence before his captor said in a soft voice, "I'm sorry."

Draco stood there expressionless and unmoving. Silence enveloped them once again and the warm water had already run out and the shower was now spurting out cold water. But Draco didn't flinch or move to avoid the cold instead he stood unmoving as Hermione, his captor, clutched him tighter as she felt the immense cold.

The cold water was already numbing Draco but he still didn't move. Then, without warning, warm liquid was felt on Draco's back. He also felt the sobbing behind him as she tried so hard to conceal it which only made it more evident.

Hermione then let go of Draco and wiped the tears off her eyes. Before getting out of the shower, she softly said, "Call me when your done." then she went out on her way, picking up her clothes and wrapping a towel around herself.

Sighing, Draco got out of the shower as well a few minutes later. He looked at himself at the mirror and thought about what happened earlier. He knew what Hermione was trying to do. He was ready to accept her apology only if she did something wrong. The problem was, he was the one at fault and he should be the one apologizing.

The door to the bathroom opened slightly and revealed a hesitant Hermione. Their eyes met for a moment before Hermione broke it by looking down at the floor and going her way towards the shower.

Draco followed Hermione's every move with his eyes. he watched as she stripped herself once more of her clothes and entered the cold shower. A small "Eep!" was heard as cold water made contact with her warm skin.

A small smile cracked its way onto Draco's lips. This was ridiculous he thought. The two of them avoiding each other for nothing. Slowly, Draco got out of the towel which he wrapped around his waist and entered the shower once again.

There he saw Hermione bathing under the cold water with her lips almost turning blue. She opened her eyes and was surprised to see Draco standing in front of her with a smirk on his face.

With the shower running down cold water, Draco pulled Hermione against his warm form and let his warmth seep through her. He almost flinched at the feel of her very cold body on his. Hermione then slowly pulled away to look at Draco with apologizing eyes. Draco just shook his head and swooped down to kiss her blue lips, determined to bring back their swollen redness.

"No, love, no. Don't apologize. You did nothing wrong." Draco whispered against her lips.

"But-"

"I did." Hermione's eyes widened at this. "I'm sorry."

And with that, Draco turned the shower off, carried Hermione out of the shower with the both of them clad only in a towel and set her on the bed. Hermione grabbed the towel and was about to dry herself when the towel was pried away from her cold hands. She looked up at Draco who was looking at her with lust and longing.

"Let me." Draco whispered huskily as he knelt down in front of her and started to gently rub the soft fabric of the towel across her skin. The action made Hermione close her eyes and throw he head back a little as it shot electricity down her spine.

Draco smirked at Hermione's reaction and started kissing the dried flesh softly. His butterfly kisses making Hermione giggle at the tickling feeling. Draco chuckled against her skin as well making his hot breath come in contact with Hermione's cool skin. Hermione stopped giggling and started to breath heavily.

After Draco kissed, licked and sucked on Hermione's skin, he then proceeded to dry himself off. Hermione watched the stunning display of skin in front of her. And she never did hesitate once at licking her lips just to show how much she'd missed him.

Once the display of flesh was over, Draco went over to his closet drawer and pulled out a pair of pajama bottoms and slipped them on. Hermione tilted her head to one side as she looked at his sleep wear.

"Are you sure that that's all you're going to wear?" Draco shrugged as he rummaged through his room to find the white polo shirt he gave her a while ago.

"It's cold tonight, you know." Hermione added as she lay herself on the bed and yawned.

"So?" Draco replied finally finding the shirt and brought it to where Hermione was. He sat beside her and caressed her abdomen. "I have you."

Hermione smiled at his statement and sat up to embrace him. "That's the sweetest thing you've said so far."

Draco chuckled and embraced her back. After a few moments of embracing, Draco pulled away and started dressing Hermione. Hermione complied and let him guide her inside the shirt. Once done, Draco eased her down the bed and started to nuzzle her neck. His hands then started to snake up her thigh before Hermione pulled away just enough to look at him which made Draco pout.

"Not tonight." Hermione said, giggling at her lover's expression.

"Why not?" Draco asked, not giving up and started to attack the base of her neck once again.

"Because..." Hermione trailed off, loving the way Draco was treating her.

"Because?"

"Be...cause...it's...a...school...night." Hermione answered, trying to fight back the moans that started building up.

Draco lifted his head up and smirked at her. "So?"

Hermione rolled her eyes and turned to her side, her back facing Draco. Draco continued with his ministrations but when he saw that she was trying not to moan, he went on. He then continued from her neck down to her back. His hands snaking up her thigh once more.

When Draco was about to hit home, Hermione stopped his hand with her back still facing him and said in a firm tone, "Draco, no."

"But Mia-"

"Good night, Draco."

Draco glared at her for a while before complying. "Fine, fine." He then turned off the light and wrapped his arms around Hermione as he whispered, "'Night, Mia."

Hermione mumbled under her breath and snuggled closer to him. Draco closed his eyes and was about to drift off to sleep.

After a good five minutes, Draco reopened his eyes and looked down at Hermione. "Mia?"

"Hmm?" Hermione answered sleepily.

"About our argument a while ago." Hermione nodded, indicating that she was still listening.

"I think it could've been better if you slept in the nude."

Hermione grabbed one of the stray pillows on the bed and chucked it at Draco.

"Shut up and go to sleep."

-*-

Hermione felt two strong arms wrap around her waist and press her against a warm body. Not needing to turn around to recognize who it was, Hermione leaned on the body as she gave out a sigh. Draco kissed her temple and rested his chin on her shoulder.

"We're going to be late for school." Hermione said almost dejectedly. Draco noticed this and looked at her from the corner of his eye.

"You don't sound like you're in a hurry."

Hermione gave out a sigh. "I'm not in the mood to go to school."

"Then don't." was Draco's simple and carefree answer.

"But I have to." Hermione replied softly. "We have to."

"You don't have to if you don't want to." Hermione gave out another sigh and snuggled closer. Draco loosened his hold on her and lifted his head. He turned her around for him to look at her eye to eye.

"What's wrong?" Hermione looked up at him.

"There's nothing wrong." she gently pushed herself away from his hold but Draco prevented her.

"Tell me what's wrong." Draco said in a former tone.

Hermione closed her eyes for a few moments as she inhaled deeply and exhaled. She then turned around to face Draco. It was now or never.

"Alright. I'll tell you."


End of chapter eighteen...