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Chapter 7: In Their Spot
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"I thought Hermione Granger was always on time?" Draco's voice filled the dark empty space.
"I got delayed," Hermione answered, fumbling her way through the room looking for one of the chairs that use to be in the room. "Why don't you light the lamps?"
"Feeling lost and confused Granger?" he sneered.
The secret room wasn't that large but there were things you could trip over and get hurt. Hermione had found the room during her third year at Hogwarts. It had been her little hideaway, no one knew about it, not even Harry and Ron. That all changed when she got involved with Draco. It became their spot to get away from their classmates.
"Fine cower in the darkness," she snapped, stretching her arms in front of her, searching for one of the armchairs. Finally her fingers felt the rough fabric.
"Going for a replay of last night?" Hermione had found the chair that he was occupying and again sat on his lap. This time his arms came around her waist and pulled her closer to him.
"Draco…" Hermione tried to keep her voice calm. "I didn't come here to be swept off my feet again by you."
"Then why are you here?" he asked coldly, cupping her chin in his hand, forcing her to look him in the eye. Even in the darkness, Hermione could see his cold silver eyes glaring at her.
"Draco… please," Hermione stammered, her chin still in his hand.
"Just tell me why you came." He cut her off sharply.
"I came to tell you the truth," Hermione spat the words at him. Draco's hand dropped beside her leg.
"What is the truth? Or better yet what warped truth have you been cooking up to tell me these past ten years?" He stood up suddenly, sending Hermione to the stone floor with a thud.
"I knew this was a mistake," Hermione collected herself from the floor and made a sad attempt to find the exit. "I thought you deserved to know the truth…but I was wrong."
"Hermione wait," with a wave of his wand, Draco lit the small chamber. She stopped, partially because she was actually about to walk into a wall and partially because of the way he had said her name.
"I'm an insufferable git, I know, but please forgive me," Draco pleaded, taking a step closer to her. "Please just understand where I'm coming from." He paused to take her hands in his. "You gave me something I never had growing up, you made me happy. Being with you made every day the best day ever. But then you left without a word or a goodbye. I've had trouble trusting anyone since."
"I'm sorry," Hermione whispered whole-heartedly.
"I can't really say it's not your fault," Draco chuckled softly, his eyes focusing on their intertwined hands. "Cause it kinda is but thank you."
Hermione laughed sadly.
"I feel like the git now," she sighed, her eyes getting watery. "Oh Draco, I'm so sorry." Hermione hugged him around the neck and pulled him to her."
"Well I guess we're even then," Draco laughed, putting his arms around her waist. She didn't answer. They stood there for a few minutes, comfortable in each other's arms. Hermione's body shook with silent sobs.
"Hermione?" He asked, waiting patiently for her too look up at him. "Can I kiss you?"
Hermione's eyes widened for a split second and she bit down on her lip.
"I don't think…"
"I want you," he said, leaning his forehead against hers. "I don't think I ever really stopped." Hermione glanced down, refusing to meet his eye. "And you still want me, I can see it in your eyes."
"Draco," Hermione broke away from his arms and took a seat in one of the old armchairs. "Please, don't…"
"Don't what?" Draco let out an exasperated sigh. "Don't have feelings for you? Well I'm sorry to disappoint you but that's something I've been trying to stop for ten years and then you show up here and… and…"
"And what?"
"And look so damn sexy that I can't help but give in to my feelings." He sat in the armchair across from her. "I'm jealous of your damn clothes for Pete's sake."
Hermione's mouth turned into a thoughtful smile.
"Before we deal with that, I think we should deal with the past," Hermione said giving him a weak smile.
"Right," Draco nodded. "So who was it that threatened you?"
"Your…your father," Hermione spat the words out like she had just eaten Bubotubers' pus.
"I should have known," Draco shook his head. "When did he do this? How many times did he threaten you?"
"Only once, right after graduation. Like I told you last night he cornered me after commencement and said if I didn't leave you, he'd kill me and you," Hermione rubbed her temples. "I said that I would become a muggle and not make any contact with anyone from the wizarding world so that you would never be able to find me."
Hermione paused to see Draco's reaction. His eyes were angry but his anger was not directed at her.
"I could never live with myself if I knew that I was the reason you were dead," Hermione said, reaching across the gap between them and touching his hand.
Draco didn't say anything. His eyes were glazed over with thought.
"You believe me don't you?"
Draco's head snapped to look at her.
"I do," he assured her, putting his other hand on top of hers. "It's just…my father's dead…"
"Oh I'm so sorry Draco," Hermione tried to sound sincere but it sounded forced even to her own ears.
"Neither of my parents showed up for the graduation ceremony," Draco continued, non-intentionally ignoring Hermione's condolences. He was too busy adding the facts up in his head to comment. "I found out later that my father had been murdered earlier that day and my mother was dealing with the Ministry."
"Murdered?" Hermione gasped. This fact made her story completely implausible.
"Yes, the Avada Kedavra curse." Hermione covered her mouth with her hands. If Lucius Malfoy was dead then who threatened her?
"But you just said you believed me?!?!"
"I do," Draco, guaranteed her.
"But you just said that he was already dead before he came and threatened me?" Hermione looked at him, feeling very confused.
"After I was told of my father's murder, I rushed home to be with my mother," Draco told her. " This was before I was informed of your disappearance. So anyway, when I went to see my father's body, I noticed one side of his hair was missing a chunk. I never really thought about it before, I thought maybe the murder had taken it for proof that my father was really dead. After all my father cherished his hair."
"You think that…" Hermione stopped, too shocked to even suggest it.
"Yes, the Polyjiuce potion."
"But who? Why?" the questions were out of Hermione's mouth before she really had time to think about it. "No one knew about our relationship."
"Well someone must have found out and decided they didn't like it," Draco sighed, running his fingers though his wavy white blonde hair.
Hermione watched him, thinking about how soft his hair looked when it wasn't greased back. But gave her head a quick shake, hoping Draco hadn't seen her staring, trying to dismiss the thought.
"How could someone have found out?" Hermione turned her attention back to their discussion. "We kept it pretty hidden."
"Most of the time," Draco grinned devilishly. "Sometimes it was hard to resist the urge to kiss you breathless when you were giving the teacher some intelligent answer."
Hermione felt her cheeks go red at his confession.
"Do you still get the urge?" Hermione accidentally thought out loud, making her cheeks go even redder.
"I've wanted to for the last forty-five minutes," he confessed, taking her hands, pulling her to him.
Hermione allowed herself to be drawn from her chair and into Draco's lap.
"Can I kiss you?" he whispered huskily into her ear.
Her lips parted voluntarily and her chin tilted upward inches from his lips.
"I'm gonna take that as a yes," Draco grinned. "Speak now or…" Hermione's lips cut him off with a gentle kiss.
Her lips were as sweet and soft as he remembered. After ten years of being without her, Draco couldn't get enough. He brought his hands up to the back of her neck to deepen their kiss. She responded by running her fingers through his hair.
For now the problems of the past were forgotten and the love they shared was all that mattered. Of course the voice at the back of Hermione's head told her to stop, she hadn't told Draco everything.
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There you have it, Chapter seven and it's only been a few days since I last updated! WOW! I'm quick. Anways thanks to all of you who read the last six chapter, glad you liked it. There were a lot of questions about the baby, don't worry it will be resolved, all in due time. Patience I will get to it. Thanks for reading and reviewing! Much appreciated.
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