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All You Wanted Chapter 9: Impish Thoughts

The term started again and the teachers were ruling their classrooms with an iron fist for the seventh years. The NEWT exams were looming in their future. Everyone was forced to crack down harder with all the extra assignments that were being given. It was getting to be so bad that even Hermione was having trouble getting all the work done.

Harry and Hermione were sitting at a table in the library working hard on essays due in Potions at the end of the week. Harry was grumbling about what an ass Snape was and Hermione just shook her head. Knowing that nothing she would say would be welcome to his distaste for the man.

Sighing and throwing down her quill Hermione rubbed her eyes, "I'll be so happy when school is over, Harry."

"I know what you mean. Then I'll never see Snape's greasy head ever again."

"You'll still see him because of the Order."

Harry groaned, "You couldn't have let me think that I wouldn't have to see him for a little bit? That's all I ask."

Hermione laughed, "Fine you'll never see the man again."

"Thanks. Really thanks," he said with joking sarcasm.

"Any time. I don't know how I'll get every thing done. I feel so behind"

"Please! You are about a week ahead of everyone else in the year. Trust me, Hermione, you'll be fine."

Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Well, thanks for the Potions help. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"You're welcome...Harry, what are we going to do after school is gone. Are we going to fall away from each other? I don't want to lose my best friend."

"We both are going to be in the Order right?"

"That's not the same as how close we are here. I'm going to really miss you when we go."

Harry pulled the girl into a hug, "It'll be okay. I promise we won't lose touch. Hell, we'll be in the Auror training program together won't we?"

"Yeah I know. I must be getting too emotional. We'll always be close friends."

"Exactly."

"I'm going to go. I don't think I could stand to see another book tonight."

"Come on Hermione, you would stay in here all night if you could."

"Oh shut up," she shook her head grinning and headed out of the library.

"Tell Malfoy to be good to you," Harry said smiling after her.

Hermione chose not to acknowledge the comment. She still didn't understand why Harry was being so open about accepting Draco as a decent person. Heck she couldn't see why Harry was so adamant about making sure that Draco and her were on speaking terms. But on the whole she was glad that he could accept the friendship.

The common room was invitingly warm. Hermione did not want to deal with homework anymore that night. She summoned a bottle of nail polish from her room, and sat on the floor by the fire.

The two sat in silence just enjoying the other's company. That's how their friendship worked; both were content.

In the armchair where Draco sat he tried concentrating on his Transfiguration homework. It was a little harder when the girl that he had been thinking about constantly was sitting close to him painting her nails. Then the fumes from the nail polish started getting to him.

"What on earth are you doing," he asked.

"What does it look like I'm doing?"

"Don't be a smart ass."

"I'm painting my nails."

"Why don't you do it with magic? It's not like you're incapable of it."

Hermione hesitated. Draco didn't' seem to take here parentage into the conversation. After all what else was there to do when you could not stand to look at another book that night? Sure magic would have her nails flawless in about two seconds but then she'd have to fill in the space of time with something else.

"I'll always have a few Muggle instincts."

"But it's faster with magic."

"Everything is faster with magic."

Draco shrugged his shoulders and returned to his homework. He didn't notice the impish grin that crept on Hermione's face.

Well that's the most insane idea you've ever had girl, Hermione thought to herself, I'd bet he would scram if you acted on it. There is only one way to find out.

The Gryffindor sprang up and crossed the room and replaced the book in Draco's lap with herself, nail polish bottle in hand. She seized his hand and braced herself on the chair on top of him.

"What the Hell do you think you're doing, Granger," Draco said very startled to find Hermione in his lap.

"Never you mind," she said unscrewing the top.

"When it involves you on my lap I should take mind... Don't thing about putting that shit on me," exclaimed Draco trying to get out of the chair. However Hermione had positioned herself well enough that the attempt failed.

"Don't be a baby."

"Don't do it."

Hermione flashed a grin at Draco and put the brush to his nail. This time Draco didn't fail getting out of his chair. Hermione dropped the brush and bottle feeling she was falling and caught hold of anything that could save her fall. That thing being Draco. They both fell, Draco landing on top of Hermione.

Hermione laughed so hard that tears started coming from her eyes. It was good to laugh and the reaction from Draco having his nails painted was worth being thrown to the ground. Not to mention the luck of having Draco land on her was certainly appealing.

Draco pulled himself up. He didn't intend on having landed on Hermione but he wasn't going to beat himself up for it. He held out his hand to help Hermione up. She had recovered from her giggle fit and accepted the hand.

"Well, at least I lived," Hermione said.

"Don't try that again," Draco smiled at her.

Hermione loved the boy's smile. It was something that few people saw and when they do they feel very special to witness it. "I couldn't resist, Draco. You would look good with extremely purple nails."

Hermione picked up the spilt bottle of nail polish. Thankfully the bottle didn't break, but there was a good deal less nail polish then there was, "Scrugify. I hope you're happy, it's almost all gone." Hermione let her bottom lip pout out a bit, pretending to mourn for her lost nail polish.

Draco looked at Hermione and a thought similar to what she had been thinking ran through his mind. I bet she would scream.

He pulled Hermione to him and kissed her lips. He had expected her to pull away from him, but she didn't. Instead she put her arms around his neck. Draco ran his tongue along her bottom lip demanding her mouth to open. They both relished in the taste of the other.

Then Hermione pulled away. Her eyes looked puzzled at Draco. She never imagined that he'd ever really kiss her. She kissed him again.

Draco never thought that he'd ever kiss her. She was as perfect as someone could be. He on the other hand could never be. He had longed to hold her and make her his since she had stolen his cigarettes months before. He didn't realize that she had wanted him just as much until this moment.

Hermione doesn't hate me, Draco thought. He pulled the girl closer to him. He was happy for once. He knew that he'd always be there for the girl. He would be able to protect her as long as it was possible for him to do so. She was going to be safe. He deepened the kiss.

The two were getting breathless but couldn't bring themselves to break from one another. They had been waiting for this moment for what seemed like their entire life. Finally they had let down the walls to accept their feelings. They could face the future without any worries with the support of the other.

Draco pulled Hermione down into the chair he had been sitting. She smiled at him and he had smiled back. Hermione rested her head on the boy's shoulder. He held her close to him. There was nothing that he could say to her that would come close to expressing what he wanted to. Draco had never being taught how to express anything but hatred. He wished desperately that there was just one loving memory from his childhood. The only thing he could do was kiss her again, and hope that she understood all that he wanted to tell her.