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A/N: Wow, the support from all my wonderful reviewers is amazing! I am so sorry that this update took so long, but thank you for understanding, and for sticking with the story. I promise I will make it as good as I can, even if it is slow going. Having said that, I am totally at a loss for what to do in the next chapter, I'm trying to not make sure that the fic moves at the right speed (not to fast or slow) but it's turning out to be very difficult. But don't worry I am constantly trying to work on it, and I know I'll get to where I want to go eventually.
One more think before I thank everyone. Quite a few people were very concerned over the mini spat about Buckbeak. Do not fret; our lovebirds would never let a tiny thing like that have a major effect on them. However, they do have conflicting personalities, and they both tend to be outspoken and stubborn, which leads to mini spats, so if they have more in the future, don't worry they're bound to make up quickly.
Now, to thank all the awesome people who reviewed chapter 4:
Sirius-harry-n-remus – I'm glad to hear that you like the tension between Draco and Hermione. And you are correct, Voldemort is up to something, but what he's up to, I shall not say . . .
Cold-eyes-for-you – Thanks! I'm so happy that you are happy with how I write the characters! I also enjoy Hermione and Draco teasing each other, you you're likely to see more of that throughout the story.
Alcapacien – Don't worry, I'd never have them break up over something stupid like that! They'd need something very serious to happen to tear them apart!
ydole3343 – I definitely have the general gist of the story planned. The problem is that there is so much I want to do that I don't know where to start or how to include it all, so though I managed to finish chapter 5, I have no clue what to do for chapter 6! Hopefully I'll find some inspiration soon, cause it's killing me to not have more of this written!
jesska-14, Macking About, JessicaDracoMalfoy, fieryred20, Kara Black, aurora black, Kacie, BleedingHeart14, ilovetom88, FallenBrokenAngel, Miss Morg Malfoy, zuvalupa – Thanks so much for the review! Hope you all enjoy this chapter!
shadow-n-the-dark – LOL glad you managed to catch the frog ;) speaking of not knowing the next chapter . . . .gulp. Anyway, thanks for the review and I hope you enjoy this chapter!
Hotskittles – sorry for making you wait so long! I'm glad you like them playing hard to get, I enjoy writing them interacting like that, so there should be more. Thanks for the review!
elektra30 – Thank you! It's surprisingly difficult to write how Hagrid speaks! Originally I had him say more, but I couldn't figure out how to write it! No matter, it wasn't anything important anyway. Hope you enjoy this chapter!
Jaezi – yes, they definitely enjoy toying with each other, but it seems to work well for them.
FalconWing – Draco got that touchy cause it hurt his pride, that's all. Thanks for the review!
Jessie – I know writers block is horrible! I am totally lost as to what to do in the next chapter! Hopefully I'll figure it out soon. . . . I hope.
Enough waiting! On with chapter 5!!
Chapter 5: Good News, and Bad News
The next morning Hermione apologized to Draco for talking about Buckbeak. He could not believe she was still worrying about it, since he had forgotten all about it over the night. Still, Hermione was very relieved to know that he wasn't at all mad at her. Over the next three weeks, things went along pretty well. Ron and Hermione even seemed to have reached an unspoken agreement, if Hermione didn't mention Draco; Ron wouldn't giver her grief about dating him.
But it did still pain Ron to see Hermione and Draco holding hands in the corridors. However, that was the most he or anyone else ever saw. Draco and Hermione had agreed to keep any public displays of affection to a minimum, partly for Ron, but mostly because of what Draco's housemates might do if they saw him kissing a muggle-born Gryffindor.
None of the Slytherins were accepting of his relationship with Hermione. And it was only because Draco was a Malfoy and the head boy that they even attempted to ignore it. Although Pansy made it a point to insult his 'mudblood girlfriend' every time she saw either of them, which was pretty much every day. But for the most part, everything was well, and the year was going by rather smoothly.
It was already the end of September, and Hermione woke up very excited. She was excited because the previous night, she and Draco had received owls from Dumbledore notifying them of a meeting that was to take place today where they would discuss a new project he was planning on implementing this year. Dumbledore did not specify what the project was, so Hermione was very eager to find out.
After getting ready for classes, she skipped bright and chipper into the common room where Draco was waiting. "Morning 'Mione" he greeted when she entered.
Hermione stopped, and stared at him, her nose wrinkling with distaste, "'Mione? Since when is my name 'Mione?"
"Since now" Draco answered with a smile, purposefully ignoring her dislike of the nickname.
"Really?" she said with feigned surprise, "Funny, you would think someone would have told me."
Draco raised his eyebrows, "I did, just now."
"Well," said Hermione with her hands on her hips, "I prefer my real name thank you very much."
"Aww, come on, I think 'Mione has a nice ring to is," he argued, flashing a sweet smile.
"All the same, I enjoy the ring of my full name if you don't mind" she answered stiffly.
"Fine," Draco conceded. Then he spoke as if he were addressing a professor, "Good morning Hermione" he stressed her name and smirked with amusement as she smiled.
"Much better," she said patting his head.
He jerked away looking at her as if she were crazy. "Alright, I won't call you 'Mione if you don't pet me like I'm some sort of pet puppy."
Hermione laughed at the thought of Draco as a puppy. "Fair enough," she agreed with a smile, "shall we be off to breakfast then?"
Draco stood up from the couch, took her hand and kissed her lightly, "We shall."
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That same morning, Harry awoke to his scar burning again. His breathing was a bit rushed, this time the burning didn't stop. He put on his glasses, and slipped out of bed to the mirror. Staring at his reflection, he traced his finger along his scar. He then proceeded to get ready, his mind spinning with concerns, wondering what Voldemort could possibly be up to. The burning didn't fade until after he had finished getting ready for the day, so he decided that it was time to tell the others. He already could predict what they would say, but he didn't like hiding things from them.
Harry didn't say anything as he, Ron and Ginny walked down to the Great Hall, but his friends both noticed that he seemed distracted. "Harry, you alright mate?" asked Ron once they had sat down?
"Yeah, I'm fine, I just . . . I'll tell you when Hermione gets here."
Ron and Ginny exchanged confused glances, and then as if on cue, Hermione entered the Great Hall alongside Draco. They whispered something ("See you later") to each other, and then went their separate ways to their house tables. Hermione lost some of her cheerfulness when she noticed the apprehensive looks on her friends' faces. She cast them a confused look as she slowly sat down with them.
"Alright" began Harry before Hermione could say anything. Hermione, Ron and Ginny all leaned in so they could hear Harry's whisper. "I didn't want to bring this up, but my scar was burning this morning. It was pretty bad, and it took a while to go away. I only mention it because it's been happening a few times recently."
"Harry! Why didn't you tell us sooner?" whispered Hermione urgently.
"Because, before it only burned a bit, and it was gone as soon as I realized it was burning at all, but not this time.
"Do you think You-Know-Who is planning something?" asked Ron wide-eyed.
"I wouldn't be surprised," Harry answered glumly, all thoughts of having a normal, worry free year like everyone else quickly faded from his mind. The four looked at each other with varying degrees of worry on their faces.
"Well, there's nothing we can do about it now," muttered Ron after a moment of heavy silence, "and we would have seen something in the Daily Prophet if You-Know-Who had done anything yet."
"True," agreed Harry attempting to sound cheerful.
The four attempted to make conversation, but it was forced, and it was clear that their minds were elsewhere. They quickly got up to leave when the bell rang, almost glad to have classes as a distraction.
Classes did indeed distract Hermione from her concerns about Harry. And as the day went on, her anticipation about her meeting with Dumbledore grew. By the last class, she had completely forgotten about the morning, and was entirely focused on the upcoming meeting, she couldn't wait to see what it was about.
"Well I'll see you later guys," Hermione said as they made their way to the castle from Care of Magical Creatures.
"Wait, where are you going?" asked Harry.
"Oh, Draco and I have a meeting with Dumbledore about some special project he wants us to work on this year," answered Hermione proudly.
"More work? Aren't you busy enough?" questioned Ron skeptically.
"I'm sure it will be fine, Dumbledore seemed really excited about it in his letter. He said he's wanted to start it for years, and he's finally getting around to it. So whatever it is, I'm sure it will be great."
"Alright then," said Harry when they reached the castle, "see you later Hermione."
"Yeah later" agreed Ron.
"Bye!" waved Hermione as the boys went down the corridor leading to the Gryffindor common room and she went down another corridor leading to Dumbledore's office. "Acid pop," she stated clearly when she arrived at the stone gargoyle. Instantly it sprang to life and revealed the ascending spiral staircase, Hermione stepped in and was carried slowly up to the office doors. Once she had stepped off of the stairs, she walked over to the grand doors and knocked the griffin shaped door knocker.
"Come in" called the voice of professor Dumbledore.
Hermione eased open the door and slipped inside. She was greeted by a smiling Dumbledore who was sitting behind his large desk, "Ah welcome Miss Granger, please have a seat while we wait for Mr. Malfoy."
Hermione took a seat in one of the squashy armchairs positioned by Dumbledore's desk. "If I may professor, what is it we're going to be working on?" she asked, unable to restrain her curiosity any longer.
Dumbledore smiled jovially, his blue eyes twinkling merrily, "I will be happy to tell you, as soon as Mr. Malfoy arrives.
Hermione opened her mouth to respond when there was a knock at the door, "I believe that is him now, come in," Dumbledore called.
The door opened and Draco strode into the room, taking a seat in the squashy armchair next to Hermione.
"Excellent!" smiled Dumbledore, "now that you are both here we shall begin." The two students listened attentively, Hermione looking eager, and Draco looking bored as usual. "There is one tradition that Hogwarts has lost, I believe while Phineas Nigellus was headmaster. It is a tradition I have long had the desire to revive, and with everything that has happened in the past several years, I believe that now is the perfect time to start it up again.
"And what would this lost tradition be professor?" asked Draco with a bit of annoyance in his voice, he didn't like being left in the dark about what Dumbledore was talking about.
"Yes of course," smiled Dumbledore, "the tradition I am talking about is the Hogwarts yearbook!"
Hermione squealed with excitement, "really professor?"
"Yes Miss Granger, and I am putting you two in charge. The prefects will make up the staff, and once you have an idea of what you would like to include in it, you may announce it to the rest of the school so they can submit things as well.
"Oooo this is a wonderful idea professor! I can't wait to get started!" Hermione was smiling wildly and practically bouncing in her seat ideas already racing through her head.
Draco on the other hand, was looking at her with slightly raised eyebrows. He didn't see what the big deal was. In his opinion, the yearbook would be something that required much too much work on his part, and it would just end up sitting useless on a shelf collecting dust. Plus, Draco did not like the idea of having yet another job to be responsible for on top of his head boy duties, the quidditch team, and N.E.W.T.s. Yet, not wanting to put a damper of Hermione's excitement, he kept quiet.
Dumbledore happily noted Hermione's excitement, while also recognizing Draco's not unexpected lack of interest. He hoped that Hermione would be able to inspire his interest, "I will expect you to announce the yearbook to the prefects at the next meeting. In the meantime, I suggest you both discuss the sort of things you would like to include in it." Draco made a small noise that was half grunt half laugh; he had a feeling that there would be very little discussion as Hermione already seemed to be planning the entire book out herself. "So, now I leave the project in your capable hands. If you have any questions, or find that you need anything, I would be happy to help."
"Thank you professor!" Hermione smiled as she stood to leave. Draco stood as well, nodding to Dumbledore, and then following Hermione out of the office.
Once they were in the hall, Hermione could no longer container herself, "Draco isn't this exciting! I can't wait to get started. We should brainstorm ideas together so we'll have something to present to the prefects, we need to work fast though, we're meeting them on Thursday night. Oh my! There's so much to do. I really hope it turns out alright, I would hate to make a boring yearbook!"
Draco walked alongside staring slightly upwards and only half listening to her. He wondered how she could go so long without taking a breath, and why she seemed to doubt herself so much. He huffed when she began voicing concerns about it turning out well, because he knew that as long as she was in charge, it would turn out wonderful.
Hermione finally realized that Draco was not sharing her excitement over this project, "Draco, are you even listening to me?"
Draco smiled and continued to stare upwards, "not really," he answered truthfully.
Hermione rolled her eyes, yet continued thinking of ideas silently until they arrived at their common room. Once inside, Hermione immediately took out a quill, some ink and a long roll of parchment and sat down at the desk. On the top of the page she wrote Yearbook Ideas, "So what sort of things would you like to see in the yearbook?" she asked Draco, who had been heading towards his room.
"We're working on this now?" he asked with frustration.
"Of course! We have to get our ideas organized before we present them to the prefects.
"Fine, put pictures of everyone in it and it's done," suggested Draco.
"We need more than pictures! It's a yearbook; we need to put memories from our time at Hogwarts in it!"
"What's the point? No one looks at it after school ends anyway so who cares?"
"I care, so if you're not going to help, then fine I'll do it alone," Hermione turned her back to him and began writing down her ideas.
Draco watched her frowning; he hadn't meant to upset her. With a heavy sigh he reluctantly turned away from his room and sat in the seat opposite her. "So what do you have so far?" Hermione looked up at him, smiling sweetly, and then they began to work. By dinnertime they had come up with a long list of ideas, and Draco had found Hermione's excitement to be slightly contagious. Before he knew it, he was contributing some ideas as well.
They walked to the Great Hall together, kissing each other before entering. Hermione was all bubbly and happy, but when her friends asked what she was so happy about she shook her head, "you'll find out son, but for now it's a secret."
"Aww come on Hermione, you can tell us!" begged Ginny.
Hermione smiled "sorry, I can't tell, plus it's fun to see you all so curious."
"No fair," whined Ron jokingly.
"When will we find out?" asked Harry.
"Soon, we have to tell the prefects about it on Thursday, so it shouldn't be long after that."
Meanwhile, over at the Slytherin table, Pansy was yapping away about all the work that the professors were giving them. She was apparently oblivious to the fact that neither Draco nor her boyfriend Blaise was listening. Draco looked at Blaise, astounded that he somehow put up with the endless chatter all day every day. He was surprised to see that Blaise hadn't even touched his dinner, and he looked like he was very deep in thought. "What's the matter with you?" Draco demanded.
"Well, like I've been saying, classes are boring, professors are annoying, and I hardly get to see you anymore . . ." answered Pansy.
"Not you!" spat Draco, "Blaise, what's the matter with you?"
"Huh?" muttered Blaise, jerking out of his thoughts and looking at Draco with a wide-eyed confused expression. "Oh, nothing, just thinking." Blaise shot Pansy a look that almost seemed as if he was frightened, but she didn't seem to notice, she was busy gazing at Draco.
Draco frowned, looking back and forth between the two, something was wrong. But he didn't have time to ponder Blaise's odd behavior because a soft rush of wings distracted his attention. Everyone in the Great Hall looked up to see who the lone owl was for, and to Draco's surprise, it landed right next to his plate. Draco looked curiously at the owl, then up at the other students, many of whom had turned their heads to see where the owl was headed since owls so rarely arrived to deliver mail at night.
"Draco, isn't that your mothers owl?" asked Pansy curiously.
"Yeah," answered Draco as he untied and opened the note.
"Well, what did she say? It must be important is it couldn't wait until morning," reasoned Pansy.
But Draco wasn't listening, slowly a look of shock formed on his face as he read the letter, "shit," he whispered when he had finished reading it a second time.
"Draco what is it?" asked Pansy with exaggerated concern.
Draco looked up at her, but didn't really see her, "nothing," he answered as he quickly got up to leave.
"Draco wait!" called Pansy as he stormed out of the Great Hall, the note clenched tightly in his fist.
Over at the Gryffindor table, their attention drawn by Pansy's shout, Hermione and her friends looked up in time to see Draco leaving. Hermione frowned curiously, "I wonder what happened."
"Don't know, but I'll bet you anything it has to do with whatever was in that note he got," answered Harry.
"Yeah," whispered Hermione distractedly. Throughout the rest of dinner, she had difficulty concentrating on the conversation. She found herself constantly glancing at the doors wondering what was in the note that had caused Draco to leave so suddenly. She was torn between wanting to go to him, and not wanting to upset her friends by leaving. So when they finally were finished, she bid a quick goodbye to them and flew through the halls to her common room.
Once inside, she immediately saw that Draco was not in the common room, so she carefully opened the door to his room, only to find that it too was empty. She was about to turn away when her eyes grazed over Draco's bed and saw a crumpled piece of parchment laying next to a pair of pajama pants. She realized then that Draco was probably in the bathroom; she tiptoed over to the door, and sure enough heard the shower water running. She bit her lip, her conscience telling her to leave and talk to him about it when he came out of the shower, but her curiosity quickly got the better of her. She returned to Draco's bed and slid off her shoes. She climbed onto the bed, and propped herself up against the pillows, then she lifted the note and slowly opened it to read:
Draco,
I am afraid I have some distressing news. I did not want to tell you because I know this is a very stressful year for you, and you have enough to worry about being Head Boy. But I can't in good conscience keep this from you any longer, it seems as though your father has disappeared from St. Mungo's. They have done everything they can to find him, but with no luck. Draco, I do not want to alarm you, but when I visited him, he was in no condition to be able to escape, and that was just two days before he was discovered missing by the healers. There's no way he could have gotten out on his own. Please be careful, look out for yourself and for anything suspicious as well.
Love,
Narcissa
Hermione gasped. She shut her eyes tight, opened them again, and reread the letter. She didn't want to believe it was true. She wondered just how long ago Lucius had escaped, and if his escape was part of the reason that Harry's scar had been burning recently. She wanted to believe that it was a coincidence, but she knew that she was probably wrong. And if Lucius' escape was the reason why Harry's scar burned, it meant that Lucius was in touch with You-Know-Who. Hermione subconsciously gulped as that thought crossed her mind, the consequences were too frightening for her to think of.
Hermione was so lost in thought that she didn't hear the bathroom door open, nor did she notice Draco emerge from it, a black towel wrapped tightly around his waist. Draco on the other hand, immediately noticed Hermione sitting in his bed. He stopped short, wondering what she was doing in his bed. He walked over, viewing her curiously, wondering what she was thinking so deeply about, until he saw the letter she was holding lightly in her hand. A sudden rage surged through him, he was unable to stop himself. He stormed across the room and tore the letter out of her hand. Hermione screeched and jumped with surprise. She looked at Draco as she attempted to catch her breath, his eyes were the dark color of steel, he was obviously very angry.
Why did you read it?" he demanded furiously.
Hermione nearly fell on the floor in her haste to get off Draco's bed. "Draco, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you!" she apologized quickly.
"Why," Draco repeated firmly, "did you read it!"
Hermione frowned stubbornly and took a deep breath. "Because I was concerned! I saw you leave the Great Hall so fast after you got the owl, and I wanted to know what was wrong. Because I care about you and I don't like seeing you upset!" she shot back. Even though she was concerned about him, she didn't appreciate being yelled at like that just for reading a letter, which she would have expected him to share with her anyway.
"I don't care what the reason is! Nothing gives you the right to come barging into my stuff, it's personal!"
Hermione scowled, and knowing that it would be useless to argue with him while he was in this sort of mood, she huffed, and pushed her way passed him to the door. But before she left, she turned back, "You know, it's really not right for you to jump down my throat when all I wanted was to be there for you." With that, she turned and slammed the door, leaving Draco staring lividly at the spot where she had been standing.
"Arrogant git," mumbled Hermione once she was safely in her room with the door locked behind her. She collapsed on her bed, thinking of what Lucius' escape meant. The more she thought, the guiltier she felt about what she had done. Obviously knowing that his father was loose would of course be very stressful, and she should have known not to read the letter without asking. Draco had always been very possessive and secretive about his things. She had learned that last year when she had caught him writing in his journal, he had snapped at her back then when she asked him about it.
'Maybe I should go apologize,' she thought, biting her lip. But just when she was ready to go, another voice inside her head piped up. 'No you don't! He's the one who bit your head off over nothing! He's the one who should be apologizing!' Hermione really didn't want to have this debate in her head, and deep down she agreed with the second voice. So, like she always did whenever she was stressed, or wanted to clear her mind from reality, she sat down to her homework.
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After Hermione slammed his door, Draco furiously tore his mothers' letter to shreds, allowing the pieces to fall to the floor like confetti. Whatever small amount of relaxation the shower had provided him was now completely lost again. He threw on his pajamas, and took to pacing his room angrily, unable to calm his mind, or his body. He moved to his bed, punched a pillow, seized it and threw it violently across the room. It hit the door with a small thud, and dropped to the floor. Draco ran his fingers through his still damp hair, attempting to force himself to calm down. He needed to sort through his thoughts, so he retreated to the safety of his journal.
He wrote about the letter, how it meant that the Dark Lord would know about what happened last spring. How Lucius would undoubtedly want to seek revenge. Draco did not write about what had happened when Hermione read the note, he was too angry with himself to put it into words. Why did he have to take his anger out on her so harshly? He had been planning on telling her about the letter anyway, eventually, so why did he blow up when she read it? Those were the thoughts Draco was left with once he had tucked his journal back into his trunk. He sat up in his bed leaning against the wall, his pride and guilt waging an inner battle over whether or not to go apologize. Normally, there would have been no contest; his pride would definitely win since Draco had rarely ever felt guilty for anything in his life. But his world had a habit of turning upside down whenever Hermione was involved. So, acting against the dominating voice of his pride, and hardly able to believe the he, Draco Malfoy, was about to apologize for something, he got out of bed and walked over to Hermione's room.
At first he just stood there, staring intently at the closed door. His pride was screaming at him to turn back, lock himself in his room and forget about the whole thing. It was only when the realization hit that the voice of his pride sounded eerily like Lucius that Draco was able to shut the voice away and knock on the door. He knocked a few times, very softly so that Hermione would know that he was not there to yell at her.
He waited a moment, but heard nothing. Thinking that she may be in the bathroom, he knocked louder a few more times. He waited another moment, but met no response, with a disappointed sigh he turned around and shuffled back toward his room. 'Great' he thought 'now she's pissed with me, just bloody great!'
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Hermione was concentrating deeply on her homework when Draco came by. She was so engrossed that she did not hear him knock the first time at all. When he knocked the second time, it took her so long to process what the noise was that he was already at his room by the time she hurriedly unlocked her door. "Draco wait!" she called. Draco stopped in his tracks and turned around, surprised, and slightly relieved that she had answered. "I'm sorry," she continued, "I was working so hard that it took me a minute to realize you had been knocking." Hermione walked to the center of the common room as she spoke. "Was there something you wanted?" She did her best to keep her face expressionless, but between hoping that he would apologize, her fears about Lucius, and her anger with Draco for snapping at her, she doubted she was successful.
Draco smiled slightly, glad to know that she hadn't been ignoring him on purpose, but he could still detect some amount of hurt in her eyes, and he was sorry that he had put it there. He walked forward and met her halfway across the room. But when he stopped, he found himself unable to speak, he didn't have much experience with apologizing or admitting he was wrong, so he did not know what to say.
"Well," Hermione said expectantly, raising her eyebrows and crossing her arms.
"Look Hermione," Draco began, not quite meeting her eyes, "I just . . . I just wanted to say . . . I'm sorry."
Hermione smiled, she knew from his unease that he meant it, but still she was not completely satisfied. She had learned not to trust Draco unless she could see it in his eyes. "What was that?" she asked encouragingly as she uncrossed her arms and looked hopefully at him.
"I said" Draco responded louder, turning his head to her and locking his eyes with hers, "that I'm sorry for yelling at you about reading the letter, I didn't mean to take my anger out on you like that.
Hermione beamed at him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him lovingly, "you're forgiven."
Draco smiled and let out a deep breath, "thank you," he whispered. He placed his hands on her hips and gently kissed her forehead.
"So," she began quietly, as she stepped back and took a seat on the couch, "do you want to talk about it?"
"No," Draco answered shortly as he joined her on the couch and put his head in his hands, "no, I'd really rather not think about it, at least not right now."
Hermione nodded and frowned as she looked into the fire. They both knew that there was no hope that they would forget about Lucius' escape, but for the time being it was easier to ignore it than it was to acknowledge it by talking about it. But not talking about it did little to erase the fear that was pumping through Hermione's heart at the thought of Lucius. She moved next to Draco and wrapped her arms around him, needing to feel the sense of security that she felt with him.
Draco could feel the tension in her body when she held him. That had been exactly the reason why he hadn't wanted to tell her about Lucius' escape right away; he didn't want her to be afraid. He hugged her back, wishing that he could ease away her fears. He kept one arm around Hermione's body, and with the other he stroked her hair, it felt soft as it slid through his fingers. He kissed the top of her head, and felt her breathe a little deeper and relax a bit in response. He closed his eyes concentrating only on the feel of her hair, the warmth of her body, and the softness of her skin against his.
Hermione's skin tingled at his touch; she could feel his breath blowing on the top of her head. She snuggled closer to him, and together they softly drifted off to sleep holding each other tight.
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