They walked up to the very top of the castle, Hermione was silent until
they came up to he Astronomy Tower and Draco turned to her.
"Why did you want to see me, Malfoy?" She asked, staring at him. She scanned his entire body. From his silvery, blond hair, to his gray eyes, and pale complexion, and green and silver robes. He glanced around, as though making sure no one was around.
"Hermione." There was an awkward silence following Hermione's name. She had never heard him say her name before, and here they were in their sixth year, and he was looking at her in a way he had never done before. Hermione winced at the sound of her name.
"W-what did you call me?" She was moving slowly backward, as Draco stepped closer. Eventually she ran into the wall, and he had cornered her.
"I've always wanted to tell you this, but you never gave me the chance." Hermione's heart stopped, and the color drained from her face.
"Answer my question." She managed to say. Her throat was very dry. Draco raised his eyebrows, and smirked.
"I called you, Hermione." He, then, did something he had never done before, ever. He smiled. He actually smiled at Hermione. She exhaled slowly, as Draco leaned forward, and caught her lips with his. Her mind exploded with every thought about him he had ever imagined. When they first met, when he had called her a mudblood, when she had slapped him, when she had laughed at him when Moody had turned him into a ferret, and when he has helped Umbridge catch the DA. They had been enemies for five years and now here they were kissing in the dark, next to the Astronomy tower window. Draco finally broke the kiss, trying to catch his breath. Hermione was breathing heavily.
"I'm sorry." He said, his hands on Hermione's sides. "I just didn't want to go through life, thinking that I passed up the opportunity to do that." He smiled, and was about to turn when Hermione placed her hand on Draco's face and turned him back. She pressed her lips against his, and this time, she felt the real Draco in front of her. The kind Draco, that understood how to love, instead of hate.
"Same here." She said, looking into his eyes, "Draco," she whispered.
Draco winced as well. He had always wanted to hear his name come from the lips of this girl, but he never thought it would happen.
"Say it again." He smiled, wrapping his arms around her.
"Draco..." She felt tears forming in her eyes. "I wanted to tell you something as well, and I never thought this would happen." She sighed. "I love you," Draco's eyes widened. "I've loved you ever since I first met you, but I couldn't show it, because of Harry and Ron. That and I always thought you hated me. The way you acted." She chuckled softly, as tears slid slowly down her cheeks, leaving trails behind them. Draco wiped them away.
"I've felt the same. But you're a..." he paused. "Muggle-born and I'm a pureblood. My father would kill me." Hermione nodded to show that she understood.
"But, we know now." Hermione said, suddenly happier. "We can be together, can't we?" Draco looked uncomfortable, but he loved Hermione and now that he knew she loved him, too, he couldn't bear to be away from her.
"Yea, "He smiled. "We have to keep this a secret, Hermione. "He sounded urgent. "Pansy Parkinson thinks that I was coming to look for you under Prefect business. But since she's a prefect, too, she'll sneak around and try to figure out what's going on between and she'll owl my father." The thought of what would happen to Hermione if Lucius found out was so horrible, that he had to shake it from his head. Hermione smiled.
"So, we have our own little secret?" She giggled. Hermione felt Draco's lips press against hers once again, and she suddenly felt like nothing could ever happen to her. She felt as though she would live forever if she wanted to and she liked that feeling.
"Why did you want to see me, Malfoy?" She asked, staring at him. She scanned his entire body. From his silvery, blond hair, to his gray eyes, and pale complexion, and green and silver robes. He glanced around, as though making sure no one was around.
"Hermione." There was an awkward silence following Hermione's name. She had never heard him say her name before, and here they were in their sixth year, and he was looking at her in a way he had never done before. Hermione winced at the sound of her name.
"W-what did you call me?" She was moving slowly backward, as Draco stepped closer. Eventually she ran into the wall, and he had cornered her.
"I've always wanted to tell you this, but you never gave me the chance." Hermione's heart stopped, and the color drained from her face.
"Answer my question." She managed to say. Her throat was very dry. Draco raised his eyebrows, and smirked.
"I called you, Hermione." He, then, did something he had never done before, ever. He smiled. He actually smiled at Hermione. She exhaled slowly, as Draco leaned forward, and caught her lips with his. Her mind exploded with every thought about him he had ever imagined. When they first met, when he had called her a mudblood, when she had slapped him, when she had laughed at him when Moody had turned him into a ferret, and when he has helped Umbridge catch the DA. They had been enemies for five years and now here they were kissing in the dark, next to the Astronomy tower window. Draco finally broke the kiss, trying to catch his breath. Hermione was breathing heavily.
"I'm sorry." He said, his hands on Hermione's sides. "I just didn't want to go through life, thinking that I passed up the opportunity to do that." He smiled, and was about to turn when Hermione placed her hand on Draco's face and turned him back. She pressed her lips against his, and this time, she felt the real Draco in front of her. The kind Draco, that understood how to love, instead of hate.
"Same here." She said, looking into his eyes, "Draco," she whispered.
Draco winced as well. He had always wanted to hear his name come from the lips of this girl, but he never thought it would happen.
"Say it again." He smiled, wrapping his arms around her.
"Draco..." She felt tears forming in her eyes. "I wanted to tell you something as well, and I never thought this would happen." She sighed. "I love you," Draco's eyes widened. "I've loved you ever since I first met you, but I couldn't show it, because of Harry and Ron. That and I always thought you hated me. The way you acted." She chuckled softly, as tears slid slowly down her cheeks, leaving trails behind them. Draco wiped them away.
"I've felt the same. But you're a..." he paused. "Muggle-born and I'm a pureblood. My father would kill me." Hermione nodded to show that she understood.
"But, we know now." Hermione said, suddenly happier. "We can be together, can't we?" Draco looked uncomfortable, but he loved Hermione and now that he knew she loved him, too, he couldn't bear to be away from her.
"Yea, "He smiled. "We have to keep this a secret, Hermione. "He sounded urgent. "Pansy Parkinson thinks that I was coming to look for you under Prefect business. But since she's a prefect, too, she'll sneak around and try to figure out what's going on between and she'll owl my father." The thought of what would happen to Hermione if Lucius found out was so horrible, that he had to shake it from his head. Hermione smiled.
"So, we have our own little secret?" She giggled. Hermione felt Draco's lips press against hers once again, and she suddenly felt like nothing could ever happen to her. She felt as though she would live forever if she wanted to and she liked that feeling.