cough been sick… sorry. Chapter 8's up, hope you enjoy it.

It's too good to be true

Chapter 8 – Capable of everything

Draco Malfoy paced back and forth in the Head's dormitory. Hermione was not to be seen for the whole day. It was 10. 40 pm, and Draco was starting to have butterflies in his stomach. (something that never happened to him before) The nervous boy glanced at his watch every so often, that it even pissed himself off a little. "Damn!" he thought to himself, " Why am I so nervous? The mudblood can't have such control over my feelings! I feel so… so… vulnerable."

Of course, 11 o'clock did come. And when it did, Draco started to feel worse. Boy was he nervous. He checked his reflection in the mirror a couple of times, making sure that his hair was sticking out at the right parts.

The walk to the library seemed like ages to Malfoy, he did not know whether he was going to dread seeing Hermione, or be happy about it. All he knew was that he had to go to the library, no matter what.

As he swung open the library door, he saw a brown-haired girl sitting back-turned to him at a table. Malfoy drew a sharp intake of breath, and walked towards her. "Hey," was all that could come out of his mouth. Hermione looked up at him, and smiled. "Great, you're here. I thought you would probably not come at all."

And so, they got down to business, skimming through thousands of books, trying to find one that had the recipe for the Potion of Past. Draco started to get really pissed. He threw a thick book across the table, and ruffled his hair. "This is going nowhere!" Hermione frowned. "Stop acting like a baby and continue searching!" Draco looked at her, smirked, then pouted.

She laughed. "I never knew you were capable of making such a face."

Draco Malfoy grinned at the pretty girl sitting next to him. "Malfoys are capable of anything." Hermione Granger threw her head back and laughed. "Oh really? Mind if you could show me an example of how Malfoys are able to do anything?"

His heart raced, so did hers. Draco Malfoy smirked at her, "With pleasure…"

He leaned in ever so slowly and brushed his lips lightly on hers. In no time, they were starting to kiss pretty passionately. (Hormones…) Their tongue were as if engaging in a battle. When Draco's hands started to wander, and made themselves under her shirt, Hermione pulled back sharply. She was not exactly ready for it.

She was terrified. Her hands were trembling, and her heart seemed to be rambling in her rib cage, wanting to get out. The poor confused girl grabbed her bag, scooped up her books from the table and dashed out of the library, leaving Draco Malfoy sitting there, open-mouthed, shocked, and disappointed that the kiss had to end so fast.

He smiled to himself, Wow…

So that's that. Chapter 8.

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