Chapter 8      All Of You

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          Hermione bit into the apple, feeling the juices gush into her mouth and slide down her throat, cooling her insides. She hadn't thought about what she was going to say to Draco. 'Hey hunny, lets run away because that madman Victor came to our house and tried to have sex with me on your couch.' She laughed to herself.

          "He will probably think I've gone crazy." She said to herself.

          As she arrived at his work, she walked into the now large building. She threw her apple core into the wastebasket at the front and walked down the concrete floors into the large car area, where Draco stood in the corner at a desk, writing something down on a large piece of paper.

          Draco's writing had always been neat. He would write in nothing other than black, unless he had to. He had usually printed, as she recalled, and he would do this sort of a twirl with his Y's that she had always tried to copy in Hogwarts, but wouldn't admit it.

          Hermione put the bag of things on her back, and walked over to him, her hair swinging behind her as she felt Neko play with a string inside the small cat cage that hung from the side, for Neko was small enough to fit in her palm.

          "…Draco?" Hermione whispered.

          He looked up and smiled. "Hey hunny." He said, taking her in his arms.

          Hermione hugged him close. He leaned in and kissed her, and Hermione could feel his stubble of fine hairs on his chin and cheeks, rubbing against her face as he moved his tongue into her mouth. Since when had Draco been able to grow hair on his face?

          "I have a lot to say…" She whispered.

          Draco looked down at her and held her at arms length. He bent his knees so that they were eye level and looked straight at her. Hermione could see his glance, staring intently into her eyes. She watched him and looked at his features. Messy hair, blackened spots on his cheeks from work, sharp small lips the colour of a soft peach, the white tips of his teeth, his strong neck, rosy and chubby cheeks, and gentle grey eyes that always told her something else when she looked into them.

          "What happened to you?" He asked.

          Hermione touched her ruffled and matted hair, and brought her hand up to her cheek, using her other arm to closely hug her shivering body. She never really realized how scared she had been… what could have happened.

          Draco pulled her back close to him and kissed the top of her head. He bent his knees once again and put his hand over hers on her cheek. He was warm, unlike her cold shivering body.

          "You're busy. I'll tell you later." She said.

          Draco shook his head. "I can take time off. I own this place." He said.

          Hermione nodded. She hadn't thought about this. In fact, she didn't know if she really wanted to tell Draco. She didn't want him to get angry, or upset. Especially if he was going to get mad at her. He would want to know why she had faked along, and he would be upset and tell her that there were other ways of getting away. He would say that she didn't even have to do all that, and that she could have waited until he came.

          Then Hermoine shook the thoughts out of her head. No, he wouldn't be mad at her. She knew better than that. She felt a lot of things for Draco, and though she was afraid to give her heart away and say that she loved him, he could see that and understand. Someone had told her long ago, that love was a very strong word. She hadn't really believed them then, but now she understood, from her experience with Victor. You could only say it once, for the first time. The first time you are told from a specific person that they love you, is one of the most special moments that you could ever share.

          Hermione allowed Draco to put his hand around her waist and walk her out of the Motor Shop. They walked for a while without saying anything.

          "Want to talk about it at home?" He asked.

          Hermione shivered. "No. Defiantly no where near there."

          "Okay… is something wrong with our house?"

          "You could say that… you could very well say that if you wanted."

          Draco paused. "Are you going to tell me why?"

          "Not here," She whispered, "somewhere else."

          They stopped and sat by a park pond. They both loved ponds, because it represented the first time they started to fall for each other… though neither of them would admit it.

          "I think I'm ready to tell you now." Hermione said, staring straight ahead.

          Draco looked over to her. "Are you all right?"

          Hermione slid a glance at Draco as if to say, 'yes, but for how long?' Then, she started to tell Draco everything. Every movement, every word. She told him everything that she could possibly remember, and she told him about how she felt.  While she was speaking, all she could do was stare blankly ahead at the water, not wanting to see Draco's expression. She didn't want to have to look him in the eyes, and know what he was thinking.

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