Part Three: Faith
The silence was broken as her face was brought closer to his and his lips descended onto hers. Each of her words ended with a moan.
"Draco-what-are you...?"
"Just stay still..." He muttered, stroking her hair. He held her hands and intertwined their fingers together.
Hermione was the first to break away.
"I can't...I just...can't." She whispered, running her fingers through his hair and gathering her things.
"I'm sorry."
"Yeah...me too."
She fled. It was a known fact that Hermione Granger never left a situation unresolved. But this-this was...it couldn't be. She couldn't have feelings towards the boy who made her and her friends life a living hell.
She had entered the Gryffindor common room and was surprised to see Harry and Ron already there.
"There you are. Where were you Hermione?" Ron asked, walking over to her. He had always had a crush on her, ever since their third year. Hermione had never returned the feelings and she couldn't now.
"I was in the library." Obvious answer.
"No you weren't...we checked. You missed Potions...now, really, where were you?" It was Harry who had stood up next to Ron and was talking now.
"It's none of your business." She growled at them. "Not every part of my life is your business. Either of you." She stormed back out into the hall. She had nowhere to go...she couldn't go back to Draco, or to the common room. She was trapped between darkness and light. She didn't deserve to feel for him...but she did.
That boy didn't deserve to be in love with her...but he was. He knew that his father had undoubtedly found out. Would he...disown the boy? If he did, the Dark Lord would not except traitors.
She sat on the stairs by the Great Hall, her chin resting on her knees.
"You look upset..." She looked behind her.
"Harry and Ron asked where I was...I couldn't tell them...that'd never understand that I was with you."
"No, I don't suppose they won't. Potter and Weasel were never that understanding about me anyway."
"That had better be...I'm starting to feel for you."
"I'm in love with you...everything about you...especially your faith in me."
And again the world for Hermione Granger made sense that night, as they kissed. Sharing an intimate moment such as this with him was...tantalizing. It set her whole body on fire, she needed him, wanted him...yearned for him. His touch was enough to send a shudder down her spine.