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Recap: "Peeves! Let us out!" shrieked Hermione, pounding on the door. Peeves let out a high-pitched cackle.

"I must be on my way, little birdies!" said Peeves. His laugh became faint through the door.

Chapter 8 Closet Romance

"Alohomora!"

"Will you stop doing that spell!" moaned Draco.

"Well, until I see you do something to get us out, I'll stop!" snapped Hermione, "Alohomora!" There was a short clunk sound. "I did it!" Draco shot his head up. Hermione tried to push open the door, but it wouldn't budge.

"That went well…" said Draco sarcastically.

"Well, there must be something behind it…" said Hermione, a little embarrassed. She stumbled in the small closet to find a seat. The light bulb was broken so, it was awfully dark. The light that peeked through the door's lining was more than welcomed. Draco already seemed to be sitting down in the corner. Hermione sat in the opposite corner and glanced at him. A thin line of light crossed his soft face. He looked quite vulnerable at the moment, coiled up in the dark. Hermione never saw him like this before. She had a desire to hug him and on no account to let him go. She would have, too, if her stomach hadn't grumbled and Draco rupture with laughter.

"S-shut up, Draco!" snapped Hermione. She threw a bucket at him. Draco dodged and it hit the wall, "I didn't have lunch!"

"Well, I offered to walk you to lunch," said Draco, "But you wanted to go see Ron, right?"

"Don't you start about that!" retorted Hermione.

"Hermione, your so stupid," Draco said despairingly. He withdrew his anger and leaned back. Hermione was about the snap back, but he continued to talk, "I just need to know if your serious about this relationship." Hermione blinked.

"I-," replied Hermione, but before she could say another word, Draco placed his hand on her waist and brushed his cheek against her's. He finally drew back and looked into her eyes.

"I want to take our relationship to the next level," stated Draco seriously.

"Draco, I-" Hermione was in such shock. One minute they were arguing, the next, they were touching. Does he mean s-sex! thought Hermione, I'm too young! WE are too young! What do I do? What do I say? He leaned forward. Hermione didn't hesitate and wrapped her arms around him. Then a loud crash came from outside. Hermione screamed and knocked back Draco into a falling brooms. The door opened. Professor McGonagoll stood there.

"I knew I should of given you separate detentions," said McGonagoll sorrowfully, "Alas, young love…" She, surprisingly strong, picked them up by the collar and stood them safely outside.

"Profess-" uttered Hermione, trying to explain, but McGonagoll held up her hand for silence.

"You two are wearisome," said McGonagoll drearily, "I'll let you off detention and we'll never speak about this predicament again, deal?" Hermione and Draco nodded. "Now, off to your beds." She turned around and strode off. Before Draco went to his common room, he turned to Hermione.

"I meant what I said, Hermione," he said firmly. Draco kissed her forehead and left.

A few weeks passed. Five inches of snow concealed the Hogwarts' grounds. Decorations were all over the place. Everyone was eager for the holidays. Draco was getting worried if Hermione was ever going to let him have sex with her. Of course, he would never tell Blaise. Actually, Blaise hasn't mentioned their bet ever since Draco's detention. He woke up early that morning, because of a chilly draft. The room was quiet besides some snores once in a while. It was Saturday. After Draco took a shower, he threw a pillow at Blaise.

"Mmppffhh….Whaizzit?" moaned Blaise. He pushed the pillow aside. Draco leaned above him.

"Wake up, gorgeous," said Draco playfully, "We gotta discuss our little bet." Draco sat on the end on his bed.

"Idunwanna…" groan Blaise, "Goaway…"

"Don't tell me you wanna cancel our bet?" said Draco. He was a little disappointed. All his hard work for nothing. Blaise said nothing. Draco figured he ought to leave him sleeping and just go to breakfast. His parents hadn't invited him home, so he was going to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas. He saw Hermione walking in the corridors to the Great Hall. He jogged up to her and immediately enfolded her into his arms.

"Hey Draco" said Hermione, a little startled. Draco took a deep breath into Hermione's bushy brown hair. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing," Draco said innocently, "So, what are your plans for Christmas?" He wrapped an arm around her and resumed walking.

"Oh. My parents invited me to go spend Christmas at home," Hermione said awkwardly, "And, er, if you want, you don't have to…My parents said you could come with me and stay for the holiday…" Draco halted and looked at her.

"Come with you?" repeated Draco.

"Oh! I'm sorry! I should of known you couldn't-" started Hermione, but Draco grabbed her by the shoulders.

"I'd love to!" said Draco quickly. A wide smile grew upon Hermione's face.

"That's fantastic!" she said in joy.

The next day, everyone packed to go to visit their families. Draco hastily crammed his clothes and necessities in his trunk. I wonder if we'll be sharing a room he thought with a smirk, I got to at least get to second base by the end of Christmas.

Draco met Hermione on the train and chose a private compartment together. Hermione sat quietly next to the window with Draco slouched next her.

"Do you have a big house?" asked Draco, trying to make a conversation.

"Not really," replied Hermione, "It's just my parents and I." Draco laughed. "What?"

"You're so appropriate. 'Parents and I'" mocked Draco in a high-pitched voice. Hermione playfully pushed him and he pushed back until a play fight broke out. Draco was obviously stronger and pinned her against the wall.

"Alright! I give, I give!" laughed Hermione.

"Say I'm the mayor of Hottie Town" said Draco teasingly.

"In your dreams, Draco!" replied Hermione.

"Come on! Who's the Mayor of Hottie Town?" Draco asked mischievously. He pushed his body weight on her, making themselves fall on the ground.

"Okay! You are! You're the mayor of Hottie Town!" giggled Hermione, "Now, get up!"

Draco relaxed, but did not get up. They were sprawled out on the floor. Hermione realized how dangerous their situation was. Draco started to kiss her neck up that made her spine prickle. He slid his warm hands up her waist. Their lips were inches away when they heard a knock on the door. Why do we always get bothered when we do this! Draco thought angrily. Hermione got up immediately and slid open the door.

"Food cart! Cold, refreshing pumpkin juice?" offered a plump lady, "Or maybe a some delicious chocolate frogs?" Hermione was about to say something, but Draco finally got up and walked over.

"No, thank you!" Draco said quickly and slammed the door shut. He turned to Hermione and started to kiss her, but she pushed him away.

"Draco! That is so rude," said Hermione infuriatingly.

"What? I said no thank you," he said obliviously. Hermione rolled her eyes and sat down. Draco stomped to the other side and rested with his legs on the seat. Damn that stupid lady, Draco thought irritably, I was so close! There was an awkward silence, but was soon broken by Blaise opening the door.

"What are you doing here Blaise?" said Draco instantly.

"What? Can't I spend time with my bestest friend in the world?" Blaise said humorously, "Well, and Granger." He smiled at Hermione and sat next to her. She gave him a small grin. Her stomach growled.

"Draco, you shouldn't have scared that lady away," complained Hermione, "Can you go and buy some snacks? Please?"

"Alright, alright," said Draco exasperatingly. He got up and opened the door.

"And you might as well apologize to her, too while you're there." Hermione smirk at him. After he left, Blaise started talking to Hermione.

"So, Draco is coming with you for Christmas?" asked Blaise curiously.

"Yeah. Are you going to your family's for Christmas?" asked Hermione back.

"Yup," he replied back vaguely. He stared into Hermione's eyes, smiling. Hermione felt exceedingly awkward. Blaise moved his arm around her shoulders. Hermione face was only several inches from his. He tilted his head and closed his eyes. She would have leaned in, too, if Draco hadn't came in. Blaise stood up instantly.

"Well, I ought to be going," Blaise said, "Merry Christmas!" And without looking back at Hermione, he walked out. Draco and Hermione's expression were both perplexed, but for very different reasons.

"Well, anyways," said Draco, "Here." He tossed a cake at her. Hermione flustered the cake into her mouth quickly. "Dang, were you that hungry?" Hermione just vaguely nodded with crumbs falling from her mouth.

They soon arrived at the station. Hermione and Draco stood together, looking for her parents. Then two amazingly curly haired people waving at them.

"There they are!" said Hermione, waving back. They jogged up to them. The man had glasses and a brilliant smile. He had brown curled hair that slightly fell upon his face. The woman, like the man, had a white smile and curly brown hair. Except, hers was more loose and frizzy. Draco had never seen a plainer family in his life.

"Hello, there. You must be Draco Malfoy," said the man, "I'm Hermione's father and this is my wife." He gestured to the woman.

"Hello. What a handsome, young boy,you are. Such a shame, girls must be all over you. Too bad you have to disappoint them, huh?" she said sweetly. Hermione was blushing by now and quickly hastened everyone into the car. The drive wasn't that far. They arrived at a small pale yellow house with white shutters. The side walk was shoveled, leading to a porch. It was a charming little house. It was new for Draco, since he lived in a huge mansion for all his life. Mr. Granger took their luggage and went upstairs.

"Let me show you around," said Hermione, "Straight down the hall and to the left is the bathroom. Take a right from the hall, is our living room. In there are the stairs. I'll show you second floor, later. To the right is the dining room. Left, is the kitchen. Now, upstairs." Like she said, the walked down the hall and up the stairs.

"Mom! I'm showing Draco my room!" called out Hermione.

"Okay, but wash your hands before dinner!" Mrs. Granger called back. Hermione opened the first white door. Draco looked inside. It was a pretty spacious room. Pale green walls with a ceiling fan. A pink rug laid on the hardwood floors. And it had the usual bedroom necessities. Draco sat on the edge of the her bed and looked at Hermione.

"Dad agreed to letting you stay in my room," said Hermione, answering Draco's unasked question.

"Cool," he said plainly, "And since we're alone." He smirked.

"Oh really, Draco…" said Hermione, irritated, "Is that all you think about?"

"I also think about you," said Draco mischievously. Hermione laughed and started looking through her bookshelf. Draco got up and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Dinner!" called Mrs. Granger. Not again, Draco thought exasperatingly. Hermione made Draco hastily wash his hands and went downstairs to eat. Hermione's parents were already sitting. Once they started eating, Mr. Granger decided to start conversation.

"So, Draco," said Mr. Granger, "Do you floss?" Draco grinned.

"Dad!" whined Hermione.

"What? Nothing wrong with a little friendly conversation," said Mr. Granger. He looked at his wife.

"He's right Hermione," said Mrs. Granger, "You do have a lovely smile, though, Draco. Brushing and flossing is the way to a white smile. A trip to the dentist wouldn't hurt, either." Mr. Granger laughed with her. Hermione had an appalled look.

"Thank you, Mrs. Granger," replied Draco politely. She beamed her perfect smile. Soon, they were in their own passionate discussion about a patient's gum infection. Hermione and Draco were on their own.

"Hey, what happen to you and Blaise on the train while I was away?" Draco asked suddenly. The terrible incident flashed back to her. She had forgotten about it until now.

"Oh, nothing really" said Hermione timidly, "Just talked about where we were going over Christmas." She mashed her peas with the back of her spoon, looking at it very intensely.

"Oh," said Draco suspiciously, but did not take the subject any further. Dinner ended and after Mrs. Granger warned them about brushing their teeth, they went up to Hermione's room.

"Just to tell you," Hermione said abruptly, "I told my parents you're gay."

"What!" shouted Draco.

"Shh!" quieted Hermione, "Why else would my dad let you stay in my room?"

"I don't know. Because I'm your boyfriend?" said Draco irritably.

"That's a reason not to," said Hermione bleakly, "So just act, well, gay. At least 'til after Christmas."

"That's stupid, Hermione."

"Well, it'll just sound even more stupid if I said you weren't, now. So please, deal with."

"Fine."

It's was now eight o'clock. Mr. Granger set up a inflatable bed for Draco.

"Alrighty," said Mr. Granger happily, "Lights out by ten, okay?" Draco and Hermione nodded. "Night, night, you two!"

"Great. We can be just like sisters," Draco said sarcastically in a shrill voice. Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Well, I'm going to change into my pajamas," stated Hermione.

"Okay, I'll sit here and watch," said Draco. Hermione violently threw a pillow at him, "Alright, alright!" Draco rushed out the door with the pillow in hand. Mrs. Granger was in the hall.

"Why, hello Draco," she said pleasantly, "What are you doing out here?"

"Hermione wants to dress in private," Draco said casually, hugging the pillow.She laughed.

"Well, that's my silly Hermione," she said giggling, "I don't see why you have to be out here. Considering, er, the circumstances." She giggled, again. Draco forced himself not to roll his eyes. "Well, that's just rude of Hermione to treat a guest like that." And without warning, Mrs. Granger opened the door. Hermione, in perfect view of Draco, had only her underwear on and was just putting on a shirt. She screamed.

"MOM!" shrieked Hermione. Luckily for Hermione, her back was already facing Draco when the door was opened. Draco was about to burst into laughter, but with a powerful amount of strength, held it back.

"Now, now Hermione," said Mrs. Granger, "We're all girls here, er. Well, Draco is a special case. Anyways, it's just rude to leave a guest in the hall." Suddenly, Mr. Granger came bursting into the room.

"Did I just hear my little Hermione scream!" he asked in shock, "Where are they! Where are the buggers!" Hermione screamed again.

"DAD!" shrieked Hermione.

"Turn around, dear! Turn around!" said Mrs. Granger quickly.

"Oh!" said Mr. Granger in even more shock, "Sorry, sweetie. I didn't see anything!" He clasped his hands over his flushed face and aimlessly tried to walk out the room, knocking over a lamp and crashing into a wall in his hast.

"Why can't I have any privacy in my life!" yelled Hermione and ran inside her closet.

"Oh, darling," said Mrs. Granger, "I'm sorry, but don't be so dramatic." She knocked on the closet door. When there wasn't any sound, she turned to Draco. "Draco, dear. Maybe you could talk to her. She always says how special you are in her life." Draco was a bit taken back by the comment. She left, leaving Draco in front of the closet. He could not think of anything else to do except…

Draco slid the closet door open.

"Hermione, look at me," said Draco firmly. Hermione grudgingly looked up, but when she did, she wish she hadn't.

"Draco!" Hermione said in shock and immediately turned her head around. Draco climbed into the closet wearing nothing, but his navy boxers. "What do you think you're doing?" He closed the door and clicked on the light. She had her hands clasped over her eyes. She was looking remarkably like her father a while ago.

"Having an underwear party with you," Draco stated plainly. Hermione was wearing only a pink shirt and underwear and Draco, his navy boxers.

"E-er, w-wha-" stammered Hermione. She was too nervous to talk. Her hands were trembling making her face shake. Draco gently pulled her hands away from her face.

"Look," declared Draco, "I've seen you partially naked, you've seen me partially naked. Let's leave at that." Hermione leaned on Draco's warm chest. His arms around her shoulders. Hermione's hands drifted on his torso. Thoughts floated through Draco's mind. He could take advantage of the situation, but he just couldn't do it. Every time he tried to kiss her, what her mother said kept ringing in his head. He was special is somebody's life. That made every moment more unique. Just holding each other. They stayed like that for awhile until Hermione broke the silence.

"Don't take advantage of this situation," she said, almost reading Draco's mind. He grinned.

"Don't worry," he said, "I'm gay 'til after Christmas."

A/N: Sorry if I sound pretty stupid, but… If this offends any gay person, I'm SORRY! Or any person at all! Just needed to get that out. Heh… Please review. Pretty, PRETTY please! Please and Thank you:)