Disclaimer: Me? Own Harry Potter? Why, I'd love too! Too bad I can't. And I don't.
A/N: A special thanks to Green Apple, Nebel Engle, Emerald, icy rain, Mysterious Footprints, and Laura H for reviewing my first chapter. You guys are the best!
Chapter 2…
Draco got up and raced out of the Great Hall, to the shock of the whole room. Blaise faithfully said, "Don't worry, Draco's left something in his room. He'll be back." The silence broke, and the Great Hall erupted into a chatter again.
Draco ran down the steps of Hogwarts. He spotted Hermione sitting underneath an oak tree, lost in the depths of her thoughts. Holy shit, why am I here? What am I going to do? Prance up to Granger and say, 'Are you okay?' Sheesh, that could totally make me lose my rep! Why am I even caring about her? Hell, I almost lost it for a minute.
He spun around roughly on his heel and crept back into the castle, when something caught his ear. Bewildered, he lightly turned around and saw Hermione, her head buried in her hands. A loud sob escaped her mouth.
Draco felt his heart melt. He leaned against the door, feeling his heart breaking into a thousand pieces. He wanted to run over and protectively wrap his arms around her trembling body, hold her for an eternity. He wanted to be able to comfort her and give her his love, express his true feelings (A/N: Am I sappy, or what?). But he couldn't…
Draco slowly walked down and hovered over Hermione. She looked up, and Draco forced himself to stare at her tear-stained face, at her brilliant chocolate brown eyes.
"What do you want, Dra- Malfoy?" Hermione choked out. Draco bit his lower lip, not sure if he wanted to go through with this. He let out a sigh and sat down next to her.
"I just wanted to see if you were okay," he admitted, feeling slightly guilty at how mean he was in the past six years. Hermione made a face.
"Why would you care?" she barked. Draco looked taken back. He ran his fingers through his silky, snowy hair.
"Well, sor-ry Granger. I was just trying to help, you know. Don't take it personally," he snapped. Hermione sighed. How can I not, when the reason that I'm crying is you?
"I… I'm just so confused…" she mumbled, tugging at the grass. Draco knew exactly how she felt. Over the past few days, he had been quite puzzled himself.
"Yeah… I know how you feel," he found himself saying. Hermione's head shot up, her eyes twinkling with astonishment.
"Really? Or are you just saying that?" Hermione asked, shocked. Draco shrugged and nodded. Hermione listened intently.
"It's… It's like the world is a giant puzzle now. You have to find all the right pieces…" Draco related. "And there is one thing that I really need to find all the pieces too…" Whether it's possible to love each other… He found himself slowly leaning in. His eyes fluttered shut, and their lips met in a slow, soft kiss. Hermione was surprised at how soft his lips were. His tongue brushed against her lower lip, wanting access. She hesitantly allowed his tongue to invade her mouth.
Suddenly, Hermione jerked back. She tilted her head up, so that the sun shone brightly on her face. Her face was filled with astonishment, and her eyes were a sad brown. She slowly got up.
"I… I have to go…" she muttered, before walking away. Draco stared after her and leaned back against the tree.
Why did I have to kiss her now? Why couldn't I just wait and see? Great. I probably just spoiled everything with her.
Hermione walked away, confused. Her lips tingled with excitement. She self-consciously raised a hand to touch them.
She had kissed a few boys before. In their sixth year, she had tried dating Harry, but it didn't last long. She had once kissed Seamus, and twice Dean. She now realized why she had broken it off with them. Why kissing Draco was better than everybody else. With Draco, there are sparks…
A/N: I'm sorry that this chapter was so short. It just seemed like a good ending place. I'm hoping to get the next chapter out soon.
