Hermione and Draco spent the rest of the evening walking through Diagon Alley exploring the multitudes of shops. They ate dinner with her parents back at a restaurant next to their Inn before finally retiring to their bedroom. Draco slung his bag down on his bed, not bothering to light the torches on the wall, or the candles next to their beds, then collapsed back onto it before turning his head to look at her.
"Long day," Hermione commented laying down on his bed next to him. She felt Draco nod then move over closer to her, his breath warm on her cheek. She turned her head so her lips met his, before rolling over onto her side to face him. Warmth moved throughout her body as Draco wrapped his arms around her bringing her close.
"I love you," Hermione murmured under her breath when they paused.
"I love you too, Hermione," he said relishing her name and kissed her again more passionately. She kissed back fiercely as heat burned in the places their bodies met, her heart pounding loudly. She found her self wanting more, to be closer to him.
Draco's thoughts must have been along the same lines for he asked softly when they finally broke apart for breath, "Do you want to..."-
"Make love?" she asked then looked over her own thoughts, was she ready? Was the past far enough behind her? She did want to, she loved Draco, never knew that she could love someone as much as she loved Draco. But still, whether or not the past was behind her, she wasn't sure. A little bit of fear surfaced in the back of her mind, but after a moment she said, "Yes, I do."
"Alright," he whispered and in the darkness of their room she felt him lean close to kiss her again, this time her hands moving to pull of his robes as he did the same. They moved slowly, their passion burning steadily, as they carefully started removing each other's garments. Heat pounded through her veins and- suddenly fear tightened in her chest painfully.
The image of a death eater standing over her flashed through her mind and she pulled away from Draco feeling like the temperature in the room had dropped without warning.
"Hermione?" Draco whispered softly, gently touching her face, his hands warm against her skin.
"I can't," Hermione her voice barely audible and repeated, "I can't."
Draco paused a moment looking into her eyes, and said, "Okay."
She felt a tear trickle down her cheek and angrily brushed it away saying, "Fuck, I'm crying again. Fuck them. Why do I always have to cry? I never used to cry."
"Crying is good," he assured her, "One of the ways of letting things out."
"You said that last time," she said with a weak smile then suddenly frowned again, "You're Draco though, not a death eater, so why do I feel this way?"
"Maybe its not fear of me, but fear of, having sex, because it will and does remind you of the death eaters, because it was the first time anyone did anything like that to you, and so your body recognizes it as a bad thing," Draco said tripping over his words.
"Did you just make that up right now?" Hermione asked.
Draco nodded, "I think its true though."
"Yes," Hermione agreed and Draco wrapped his arms around her pulling her close again, this time in a comforting way.
"Sorry," she said softly after a while.
"For what?" Draco asked, "I love you for you, not your body. I mean, you're the most beautiful person I've ever seen, but ah, I don't love you just so I can have sex."
Hermione grinned, "I know. You're right. And, Draco?"
"Hm?" Draco asked.
"Maybe one day, when I'm really over this," Hermione started, "We can, have sex."
Hermione woke up bright and early the next morning. She lay awake in bed a few moments then role over to look at Draco. He was sound asleep and breathing evenly. She smiled to herself suddenly feeling as though the world was brighter.
Harry and Ron would be arriving today, she'd leave a message at the Leaky Cauldron to tell Harry and Ron to meet them somewhere. Hopefully they'd be able to meet Sen wherever that meeting place was going to be as well.
After staring over in Draco's direction for a few minutes, remembering the events of the night before, she swung her legs over the edge of the bed and quietly slipped into her robes then went over and sat on his bed, briefly entertaining the idea of dumping some cold water on him to wake him up.
Pushing this idea away she leaned down and kissed him gently, she felt him stir then kiss her back, though he wasn't quite awake yet. When the kiss ended his eyes fluttered open and he smiled sleepily at her.
"Did you kiss me just now or did I dream it?" he whispered his silvery eyes gazing into her own.
"I think we've always been dreaming," Hermione whispered back, "And when we wake up, we'll be enemies again, but you and I will know that all along we were only pretending."
Draco laughed softly then sitting up slightly said, "But is real. We're alive, here and now, seeing and hearing and breathing; living; loving one another."
Hermione laughed as well then kissed him again taking in the feeling of being close to him, feeling his lips against her own. Finally she stood up and Draco moved into a sitting position; bringing his legs over the side of the bed. He yawned then stood up and made his way into the bathroom. When he came out he suddenly looked at her, "You said fuck."
Hermione bit back a grin and shrugged.
"They deserve whatever they get called though," Draco told her.
A few hours later Hermione and Draco were heading down Diagon Alley looking over the lists of things they need to buy. Draco had the whole year's worth of books to buy, not having got them last year. Hermione on the other hand hadn't gotten captured by the death eaters until a month or so into the year and had gotten all her books.
"New Astronomy book, new transfiguration book, new"- Draco paused, "It looks like I need a new book for each class!"
"Well it is your N.E.W.T. year," Hermione said looking over his shoulder at the list he was carrying.
Draco shrugged, "You have a point there."
Hermione glanced around at the shops then asked, "Did Sen say where she was planning on being before lunch?"
Draco frowned slightly thinking, "In broom shop or the book store I think."
"Want to go check?" Hermione asked starting to head towards the small book store. Draco nodded following behind her.
Sen wasn't in the book store, nor the broom shop, but a shop right across from them selling Divination trinkets. They chatted for a bit before Sen agreed to meet them at a restaurant called Fine Dining, though it's name was rather the opposite of what it was. It was small with good, probably unhealthy, low priced food. It was also where Hermione had said they'd be in her note to Harry, Ron, and Ginny. Ron had said once that his dad had commented that it reminded him somewhat of what muggle's call fast food restaurants, except not quite as bad.
A/N: I'm SOOOOOOOOOO sorry for not updating for so many months! I totally lost inspiration for this story and didn't feel like writing it all. I just recently came up with a new idea for it so I decided to start uploading chapters again. This one, and chapter 6 and 7 I typed before I lost inspiration, so hopefully after 6 and 7 there will be 8 and 9 and 10 and so on. Please forgive me for not updating and I completely understand if you don't review.
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