Authors Note: AAAH! I've managed to confuse all of my days ... I started out on a friday night and then it was saturday and ... well, I'm all confused. So just pretend all the days are right =P
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As I entered the Room of Requirement, a small smile danced across my lips.
Malfoy had done the room up just like a comfortable living room, complete with a warm fireplace in one corner. Admittedly, some of the ornaments and books had a dark feel to them, but that was to be expected. It was Malfoy, after all.
"Hi" I said, smiling at him. "Nice room."
"Yeah. I'm sick of the leather chairs in the Slytherin room. Besides-" he smiled like a snake "-it's much more private in here."
He walked over and pointed his wand at the door. Quietly, he said a locking charm. My eyes widened and he smiled.
"I ran into Potter and the Weasel on the way down yesterday. You want to keep this a secret, then you got to do it right."
I smiled at him, but then I remembered ...
"I think most people are starting to get some idea. After Pansy in Potions."
"Lord" he ran a hand through his hair. "I can't believe she said that. In front of the whole class!"
"Yeah. That was kind of harsh. And heaps of them turned around and looked at me, too."
Malfoy looked alarmed for a moment.
"You didn't turn red, did you?"
I glared at him, sarcastically, trying to hide the fact that I could feel my cheeks heating up.
"No. I can feel it when I do."
Malfoy smirked.
"Like, right now?"
Now I was really gone. My face felt like it was on fire.
"Exactly like right now."
His smirk melted into a smile, and he walked over to me.
"Don't worry, Granger. You're cute when you're angry, but you're even cuter when you're embarrassed."
If possible, I felt myself turn even redder, and his smile widened. Gently, he lifted my chin and found my mouth with his.
We kissed over and over again, each time getting more breathless. He started walking backwards, pulling me with him until he found one of the couches and sat down. He pulled me sideways into his lap, and one hand began to explore under the back of my shirt. I let out a small gasp and pulled away.
Malfoy grinned at me.
"Too hot to handle, eh Granger?"
I leaned back and rested my head in the curve of his shoulder. His arm found its way around my back and held me tightly. I smiled into his shirt.
"Something like that. Look, I feel really bad about lying to Harry and Ron and Ginny" I made a frustrated noise. "But I really don't know how they're going to take this."
Malfoy shrugged, and his voice reverberated through his chest as he spoke.
"They can't take it any worse than Pansy."
"That's because Pansy thought you liked her."
"I did. That's beside the point. Potter and Weasley might think you like them."
I frowned, and pulled away from his shoulder to look at him.
"I really don't think so."
I heard a knock on the door, and spun around so fast I fell out of Malfoy's lap and onto the carpet.
"Hermione? Are you in there? It's Harry. Let me in."
My eyes widened in horror, and I turned to Malfoy.
Through an unspoken agreement, he vaulted over the chair and hid behind it, while I plucked a book off the shelf, to make it look like I'd been reading, and went to open the door.
"Hey, Harry."
I was speaking to thin air, I realised, because Harry was wearing his cloak.
"I thought you were going to the library."
"I was ... but I decided to come down here instead" I gestured to the room. "Much cozier. How did you find me, anyway?"
There was a silence.
"Ron kind of ... followed you."
My eyes bulged.
"He WHAT?"
"Well, last time you said you were going to McGonagall, and-"
"Harry! I thought you said you believed me!"
"We do! Just ... well, between you and me, I think Ron might be getting a bit jealous. You haven't hung around with us much lately and-"
"Jealous? Why on earth would he be jealous?"
"I dunno. I'm just saying."
I pushed a hand through my hair, and realised in a rush that I had picked that up from Malfoy.
"Okay. So why did you come down, then? If Ron followed me?"
"It's after curfew. I brought the cloak for you."
"Oh. Okay. Thanks."
My eyes darted frantically over to the chair that Malfoy was hiding behind. I hoped that he would get back to his common room safely.
"Wow. This room is really nice, Hermione."
To my horror, Harry stepped into the room, took off the cloak, and started making his way towards the fire.
"Stop!"
He whirled around, and gave me a curious look.
"Uh, you said it was after curfew? Maybe we should be getting back."
Harry smiled at me, and sat down in the nearest armchair. The very chair that Malfoy was hiding behind.
"Don't worry, we have the cloak. I doubt anybody's going to come in here and check. Besides, you had a pretty good locking charm on that door."
My smile froze into place. I'm sure I must have looked clinically insane, smiling like that.
"Really, Harry, we ought to get back. What if somebody DOES come in?"
Harry rolled his eyes, but stood up all the same.
"Fine. Ron needs some help with his History of Magic, anyway."
"Right."
We pulled the cloak on, and I stole a look at Malfoy's chair before we walked out.
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The next morning, at breakfast, Ron looked very angry. He was attacking his toast with a vengeance.
"Uh, Ron, are you alright?"
"I have a detention tonight! And I just found out that Malfoy has one too. That means I have to spend HOURS with that git."
I frowned.
"I thought only you got a detention the other day."
Harry spoke for Ron, who had shoved the entire piece of toast in his mouth in one go.
"He did. But apparently Malfoy got one last night for staying out of bed past curfew. Sinistra caught him, too, so they have detention together."
I slowly swallowed my mouthful of porridge. Malfoy hadn't got back to his common room safely last night, after all.
"On the up side" Harry said. "It's another Hogsmeade weekend tomorrow. We could always take the cloak and give Malfoy a hell of a fright if he was being a git to Ron."
Ron sighed.
"You say that like there's a possibility he won't be."
I looked down at my bowl of porridge, and said nothing.
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As I entered the Room of Requirement, a small smile danced across my lips.
Malfoy had done the room up just like a comfortable living room, complete with a warm fireplace in one corner. Admittedly, some of the ornaments and books had a dark feel to them, but that was to be expected. It was Malfoy, after all.
"Hi" I said, smiling at him. "Nice room."
"Yeah. I'm sick of the leather chairs in the Slytherin room. Besides-" he smiled like a snake "-it's much more private in here."
He walked over and pointed his wand at the door. Quietly, he said a locking charm. My eyes widened and he smiled.
"I ran into Potter and the Weasel on the way down yesterday. You want to keep this a secret, then you got to do it right."
I smiled at him, but then I remembered ...
"I think most people are starting to get some idea. After Pansy in Potions."
"Lord" he ran a hand through his hair. "I can't believe she said that. In front of the whole class!"
"Yeah. That was kind of harsh. And heaps of them turned around and looked at me, too."
Malfoy looked alarmed for a moment.
"You didn't turn red, did you?"
I glared at him, sarcastically, trying to hide the fact that I could feel my cheeks heating up.
"No. I can feel it when I do."
Malfoy smirked.
"Like, right now?"
Now I was really gone. My face felt like it was on fire.
"Exactly like right now."
His smirk melted into a smile, and he walked over to me.
"Don't worry, Granger. You're cute when you're angry, but you're even cuter when you're embarrassed."
If possible, I felt myself turn even redder, and his smile widened. Gently, he lifted my chin and found my mouth with his.
We kissed over and over again, each time getting more breathless. He started walking backwards, pulling me with him until he found one of the couches and sat down. He pulled me sideways into his lap, and one hand began to explore under the back of my shirt. I let out a small gasp and pulled away.
Malfoy grinned at me.
"Too hot to handle, eh Granger?"
I leaned back and rested my head in the curve of his shoulder. His arm found its way around my back and held me tightly. I smiled into his shirt.
"Something like that. Look, I feel really bad about lying to Harry and Ron and Ginny" I made a frustrated noise. "But I really don't know how they're going to take this."
Malfoy shrugged, and his voice reverberated through his chest as he spoke.
"They can't take it any worse than Pansy."
"That's because Pansy thought you liked her."
"I did. That's beside the point. Potter and Weasley might think you like them."
I frowned, and pulled away from his shoulder to look at him.
"I really don't think so."
I heard a knock on the door, and spun around so fast I fell out of Malfoy's lap and onto the carpet.
"Hermione? Are you in there? It's Harry. Let me in."
My eyes widened in horror, and I turned to Malfoy.
Through an unspoken agreement, he vaulted over the chair and hid behind it, while I plucked a book off the shelf, to make it look like I'd been reading, and went to open the door.
"Hey, Harry."
I was speaking to thin air, I realised, because Harry was wearing his cloak.
"I thought you were going to the library."
"I was ... but I decided to come down here instead" I gestured to the room. "Much cozier. How did you find me, anyway?"
There was a silence.
"Ron kind of ... followed you."
My eyes bulged.
"He WHAT?"
"Well, last time you said you were going to McGonagall, and-"
"Harry! I thought you said you believed me!"
"We do! Just ... well, between you and me, I think Ron might be getting a bit jealous. You haven't hung around with us much lately and-"
"Jealous? Why on earth would he be jealous?"
"I dunno. I'm just saying."
I pushed a hand through my hair, and realised in a rush that I had picked that up from Malfoy.
"Okay. So why did you come down, then? If Ron followed me?"
"It's after curfew. I brought the cloak for you."
"Oh. Okay. Thanks."
My eyes darted frantically over to the chair that Malfoy was hiding behind. I hoped that he would get back to his common room safely.
"Wow. This room is really nice, Hermione."
To my horror, Harry stepped into the room, took off the cloak, and started making his way towards the fire.
"Stop!"
He whirled around, and gave me a curious look.
"Uh, you said it was after curfew? Maybe we should be getting back."
Harry smiled at me, and sat down in the nearest armchair. The very chair that Malfoy was hiding behind.
"Don't worry, we have the cloak. I doubt anybody's going to come in here and check. Besides, you had a pretty good locking charm on that door."
My smile froze into place. I'm sure I must have looked clinically insane, smiling like that.
"Really, Harry, we ought to get back. What if somebody DOES come in?"
Harry rolled his eyes, but stood up all the same.
"Fine. Ron needs some help with his History of Magic, anyway."
"Right."
We pulled the cloak on, and I stole a look at Malfoy's chair before we walked out.
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The next morning, at breakfast, Ron looked very angry. He was attacking his toast with a vengeance.
"Uh, Ron, are you alright?"
"I have a detention tonight! And I just found out that Malfoy has one too. That means I have to spend HOURS with that git."
I frowned.
"I thought only you got a detention the other day."
Harry spoke for Ron, who had shoved the entire piece of toast in his mouth in one go.
"He did. But apparently Malfoy got one last night for staying out of bed past curfew. Sinistra caught him, too, so they have detention together."
I slowly swallowed my mouthful of porridge. Malfoy hadn't got back to his common room safely last night, after all.
"On the up side" Harry said. "It's another Hogsmeade weekend tomorrow. We could always take the cloak and give Malfoy a hell of a fright if he was being a git to Ron."
Ron sighed.
"You say that like there's a possibility he won't be."
I looked down at my bowl of porridge, and said nothing.