NEW A/N: Just to clarify some things for some readers, this story is way old. I think I started it in 2003. It was completed and posted for a long time, where I accumulated over one thousand reviews. Later, while I was on hiatus and away from fanfiction for awhile, the rating system changed and my original anger management was removed.
Starting back in June of 2005, whenever I've had the spare time (which is hardly ever) I "edit my content" and combine some chapters into one and repost.
I say that I plan on ending it in this chapter, but the story goes on to be quite longer and takes a totally different turn. I hope if I've recruited any new readers that you stick around for it, since this is the first story I've ever written and I would love to still receive feedback on it. I also hope anyone who has read this before and remembers it enjoys having back.
Please keep in mind that the author's note (except this one) proceeding the chapters are from when it was written in 2003 and don't make any sense now. (I'm too lazy to remove them… sorry. Besides, some of them are necessary.)
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A/N: tear This is where I plan on it ending. I really really really times a million hope you like it. Thanks again to every single person who R&R-ed. Maybe I should have made this one two chapters…just so we could have more time together. Small sob I'll miss this….. Oh, bloody hell, who am I kidding, I'll probably just continue this one. That all depends on how conclusive you readers find the last chapter though. Because I could always dedicate chapters to vaguely answered/unanswered questions, or even take on a whole new conflict. After all, there's their whole last year to go through… I don't know what to do! I've also got some ideas for some completely unrelated stories lines that I could do whole new fics out of. :Indecisiveness sets in: Tell me what to do guys!
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Draco hated it when Hermione didn't come home at night. He couldn't help but wonder who she was with or what she was doing. Saturday night was the worst night ever though. All night he had nightmares about her sneaking into the boys' dorm with Dean, and that's when he could actually fall asleep. But he was up the majority of the night, listening hopefully for the of her returning to her room.
Even when morning came she never showed up. Waiting to confess to her his feelings weighed him down more and more with each passing minute. Draco waited around for her till late in the afternoon, until he finally couldn't take it anymore. He had quidditch practice in a few hours, he decided to hit the field early, flying usually cleared his mind of distraction.
Hermione took Ginny out to Hogsmeade, she could go whenever she wanted since she was head girl. She figured it would be the only place she could avoid Dean, Harry, Ron and Draco. Boys were just nothing but trouble.
The two spent the day shopping and eating ice cream. Hermione bought outfits that Ginny definitely considered 'adventurous', for Hermione anyway, who Ginny always considered cute, but very conservative. They laughed so hard and so much throughout the day that by the end of it their stomachs and cheeks ached.
Ginny couldn't believe it when Hermione, provoked by old fat wizard construction workers who whistled at them as they walked down the street, licked her upper lip seductively back at them. They hooted and hollered and clapped at Hermione as her and Ginny laughed and hurried away. It was the most hilarious and outrageous thing Ginny had seen in a long time. Had Hermione gone insane?
Hermione definitely seemed different, a little more laid back maybe. It really felt good to get away from school for awhile that was for sure, but when evening drew near Hermione missed a certain someone.
They went into one last shop, a little souvenir place. Ginny busied herself with some porcelain fairy figurines until she noticed Hermione was no longer in sight. Ginny worked her way through crowded overstocked shelves until she found Hermione in back, gazing at a huge beautiful crystal statue of a Dragon, completely oblivious to what was going on around her.
Ginny looked at her and laughed. "Wow Hermione, you're such a goner."
"Huh….?" Hermione said, snapping back to reality.
"You're so totally in love with him."
"Who?" Hermione pretended not to know who they were talking about. Ginny laughed, Hermione couldn't keep a straight face and ended up laughing too.
"But Ginny, he's such a jerk," Hermione recalled glumly after they stopped laughing, "He hates everyone and everything, and ugh, he's such a spoiled brat…. when he loses his temper the whole world has to feel his wrath... I've never known anyone with a shorter temper. I really can't stand him."
"Yeah," Ginny agreed oddly, "I hate guys like that. They make you so miserable….until they smiled at you…" Ginny looked at her funny and Hermione's shoulders slumped down and she frowned a little.
"Oh Gin," Hermione whined as she looked longingly at her friend, "sometimes he can be so sweet….. I know he's an immature ass with a hardcore attitude problem, but he's also so smart…and ambitious…. and talented…." Hermione started to trail off "….and so fucking hot…ugh! Gin! I can't stop thinking about our night together…. Honestly, what am I going to do?
"Hermione," she said insistently, "listen, stop beating yourself up. There's nothing you can do but follow your heart until this thing has run its course. Sure, something very, very bad could happen, I'm not saying it can't. But you can't deny what you really want. It's just the chance you have to take in life. You want to be with him, I know it, you'll regret it so much if you don't see what could happen."
"But something terrible could happen!" she responded
"You'll never know until you find out," Ginny answered, Hermione tried to interrupt but Ginny wouldn't allow it. "Hermione, I know it's a big risk, but I know you can do it."
"How do you know that?" Hermione asked.
"Because you're so different 'Mione. I mean, you're still the same smart, amazing Hermione, but you're braver, I can tell just by the way you're standing now. I mean c'mon, you punched Pansy Parkinson in the face! How awesome is that! You're like a friggin' hero! ….Draco's behind it all, I just know it. And if anyone can make you that happy, no matter how putrid they may seem to others, I think you should be with whoever it is that makes you feel that way." Ginny said with a smile.
Hermione smiled back, "You really think so? You think I'm braver?" she asked.
Ginny laughed, "Isn't amazing what getting laid can do?"
Hermione laughed too, she gave Ginny a little punch in the arm. "C'mon smartass, it's late, we should go back."
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Draco ran into Roger Davies outside the locker rooms.
"How's Parkinson Malfoy?" he inquired.
"Don't know, don't care," answered an ill-tempered Draco. "…Sorry about crashing the party though, the rest of Slytherins really wanted nothing to do with that whole incident" he added, realizing he was being rather rude.
Roger laughed, "Don't worry about it, that was funny as hell! Granger just walked in the main entrance and everyone in the great hall cheered, seems like everybody likes what she did."
"Hermione? You've seen her?" Draco asked excitedly
"Yeah," answered Roger, "looks like she was heading back up to the head dorms."
A muffled "thanks" was all Roger heard from Draco who whipped around and ran into the locker room.
Draco was quickly removing his gear when Gryffindor's team entered. It was their time to practice now that Slytherin was done. Most of the time the only acknowledgement the 2 teams gave each other was a bunch of dirty looks and the occasional trash talk which may or may not lead to some shoving. But Draco, still in a very foul mood, was definitely not interested in any shit from Gryffindor right then. Ron and Harry filed in and took the lockers a few down from Draco. They looked at each other with tough-guy expressions but said nothing to the other.
Draco felt his blood boil when Dean Thomas walked in. He wasn't on the quidditch team; he was just the towel boy.
"Dean!" Harry said, "There you are! We've been looking for you all day, Hermione too, do you know where she is?"
Dean had hid from everyone all day until he was positive he had bewitched the black eye he got from Hermione to be completely invisible. Upon being questioned he panicked, worried about his reputation and what the other guys would think of him if they knew what really happened, so he did a very bad thing.
"She's probably still in bed," he said smugly, "…a little sore if you know what I mean."
Dean hit a new low; he was going to lie about the whole incident, willing to put his word up against Hermione's. He was scared she was going to tell everyone what had really happened, so out of desperation he was planning on saying she jumped on him, and then denied it. He would rather make her out to be a lying slut than have everyone in school know it was really him who was the liar, and that he had the nerve to harm a female. He could only hope his side of the story would be a faster spreading rumor than hers. It may have worked too, if he hadn't started his rumor with worst gang of boys he possibly could have.
"Excuse me, Dean," said Ron firmly, "But I don't think we do…. 'get what you mean' ". The other guys looked over at the three of them with developing interest.
Harry looked at him sternly; he didn't like what he was sensing from Dean. He suddenly became very concerned with the fact that he hadn't seen Hermione all day, especially after such an 'eventful' party just the night before. And he wasn't about to tolerate someone trying to lie about her.
"Yeah Dean," He said, "Hermione is our best friend. I think we know her well enough to guess that her 'being sore' today is pretty fucking unlikely. You better quit with the lying right now and tell us where she really is."
Dean grew incredibly nervous. Ron and Harry had stopped gearing up and were now facing him. "Hey man, I was surprised at how easy she was too. Not that I'm complaining."
Some of the other guys chuckled a little, but Ron and Harry were not laughing.
"Listen you little punk," said Ron, clenching his fists, "Quit implying that she slept with you, because she didn't!"
Dean laughed insecurely, "Ok, whatever you say Ron….I mean what do I care? She's pretty hot and all, but I don't think I'll be seeing her again…she's surprisingly loose, that little "princess" is. A little too easy for my taste." He spat wickedly.
The next few seconds were very fast and very confusing. Ron and Harry instantly moved in to take down Dean the moment he uttered such offensive lies, ready to pummel him with poised fists of fury. But they were stopped by an unexpected blast, and Dean being thrown back with great force into the lockers.
Taken back, Ron and Harry looked down at an unconscious Dean. After a second, they lowered their fists and finally gazed back, figuring that's where the blast must have come from, only to see Draco abruptly sticking his wand back into his robes. Ron and Harry looked at each other with very confused expressions. Did Draco just stun Dean? Before they had a chance to ask, Draco pushed past them and was out the door.
Ron and Harry were about to follow him when unfortunately Snape walked in to investigate the noise. He saw Potter, Weasley and a passed out Thomas surrounded by a crowd of other male students. Ron and Harry didn't even have a chance to speak before Snape shouted "Dumbledore's office, NOW!"
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Draco stormed through the halls, he was on fire with madness. With every passing second he grew madder and madder, his mind filled with horrible thoughts. The information he just heard left in utterly shocked. He rounded the corners, his robes flailing behind him, he screamed "ferret" at the painting and pushed through the doors. He looked around the commons room wildly; he saw shopping bags on the floor. He looked up Hermione's staircase, there was light emitted from the crack under the door. He flew up her steps and banged on it, then he just barged in anyway. Upon scanning the room he found it to be empty, he heard the sound of running water. He opened her bathroom door.
He looked through the steam and saw her in there. She was leaning over the edge of the tub, drawing a bath, shutting off a lever since she had become satisfied with amount of bubbles. She heard him come in and turned to greet him with a soft smile, which immediately vanished once she saw his face.
She had never seen him look so angry. His eyes were as cold as ice. If looks could kill, she'd be dead twice. He was red in the face and his body was heaving, he truly resembled a fire-breathing dragon.
"What's the matter?" Hermione asked concerned.
"Did you screw Dean?" Draco asked without hesitation.
"What!" Hermione asked, she couldn't believe what he wanted to know.
"DID YOU!" he screamed.
Hermione was shocked he honestly suspected that was even possible. He knew perfectly well that she was just a few days member of the non-virgin club, who was generally modest with high standards, pending blonde haired blued eyes circumstances of course. And yet there he was, he honestly wasn't sure.
She looked at him, her surprise faded and she looked at him curtly, "What do you think Draco?" She asked coldly.
"DON'T STALL! I saw you two last night at the lake! I have every reason to believe you fucked him without a fight!"
"You saw that!" Hermione asked, her face twisted into horror.
"Yes I did! So don't even bother denying it!"
Hermione's eyes began to water. "That's what you think happened? You really think I'd do that?"
"How should I know what to think with you? You were at the lake with him weren't you?" he screamed. Their loudness was echoing within the vaulted marble room.
"Why would you even care!" a furious and hurt Hermione screamed back, stepping up to him. She looked him harshly in the eyes.
Draco grabbed her by the shoulders, "Why would I care? WHY?" he yelled, shaking her. Hermione tried to squirm from his grip. He held her captive there, not quite hurting her, but she was helpless none the less. She began beating her fists against his chest yelling for him to release her but it was futile, she couldn't make a dent into Draco's solid chest.
"LET GO OF ME!" she screamed with anger.
"I DON'T KNOW WHY I CARE! IT'S RIDICULOUS! WHO WOULD CARE ABOUT YOU? I SHOULD HAVE NEVER CARED ABOUT A TWO-TIMING DRUG ADDICTED TEASE!" he boomed, finally removing his grip.
Hermione felt her insides crush. She should have known he'd do this to her. But still she was shocked. It hurt so much. She was so pissed at herself for letting this happen, but she was absolutely furious at Draco for making it so much worse. His words were like daggers that he sharpened with his uncontrollable temper.
"WELL GOOD!" she screamed back, "I never wanted you to care about me in the first place!" And to his surprise she shoved him with her might. Caught off guard, he fell right into the huge pool-sized tub, his arms flailing until he hit the water.
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Draco crashed down into the depths, shocked by the heat and encompassing feel of the water Luckily, he realized what was happening a split second before he hit the water and was able to hold his breath just in time.
However, by the time he worked himself above the surface, fighting against the weight of his heavy soaked layers of clothing, Hermione was no where in sight. She ran out the moment she pushed him. She lost control and didn't want to be around not only because she feared his wrath, but because she was so enraged herself.
She was going to run to her usual sanctuary, Gryffindor tower, but when she exited her commons in a rush she smacked right into another person and they both crashed to the floor.
"Ouch", muttered Ron, rubbing his forehead.
Hermione pushed herself up with her hands, moaning in pain. "Ron?" she said, "You ok?"
"Mione," Harry exclaimed, helping off the floor.
"I'm alright, you alright?" said Ron, getting up and grabbing Hermione's hand to assist her to her feet.
"I'm glad you're not hurt Hermione but we really need to talk to you." said Harry.
"Yeah Mione," Ron repeated, remembering why they were there. "We just got detention for fighting with Dean."
Hermione's face furrowed.
"He was saying you guys did it," added Harry quickly.
"Yeah and we told him to quit saying such bull shit or we'd tear him a new one.…" exclaimed Ron, both talking very fast.
"But he wouldn't stop saying it, it's not true is it Hermione?" Harry said hurriedly, "There's no way its true, its absurd, why was he saying such things?"
"Wait, wait," said Hermione, trying to keep up with their frantic comments, "Dean said we did it last night and then you attacked him and got detention?"
"Well no actually, strangest thing," said Ron, "We were about to but..…"
"But Malfoy stunned him before we even got a chance to do anything!" Harry said finishing Ron's sentence.
"Yeah!" said Ron, "he did it right after Dean tried to convince us twice that you guys had sex and then he called you a slut! That fuck face…. If only we had gotten to him first…."
"What!" gasped Hermione, "Draco was there?" suddenly realizing her potentially horrible mistake.
"Yeah we were all in the locker room when he said that, just like 10 minutes ago," explained Harry, "Why would he say that? What happened on your walk last night? ...Mione! You ok?"
Her face went white as suddenly every thing made sense. She felt terrible. "Oh fuck me….." she muttered to herself. "So Draco heard the whole thing….He heard Dean say we slept together and all, and when Dean said I was a slut Draco….Draco stunned him?"
"Yeah, but what does Draco have to do with any of this? Hermione! What's going on," Ron demanded to know.
"I'm sorry guys I have to go… I'll explain everything later, I swear…." was all Hermione said before she was back through the entrance, leaving both confused and irritated Harry and Ron in an uninformed distress.
When she reached her room, Hermione gathered all her strength, gripped her wand, and with one last deep breath she pushed open the door to the bathroom.
Draco was still standing there; he had stripped off the majority of his wet clothes, and was now just in black boxers. Hermione could tell by his fiery red face and storming eyes that he was pissed of beyond all reason. She had never seen him look so mad. Her having the nerve to come back to face him was enough to push him over the edge and the second he saw her he opened his mouth to fire off harsh exclamations of his tremendous anger, but before he could even utter a single sound Hermione flicked her wand at him and the word "Silencio" shot out of her mouth.
Draco found himself unable to speak, every time he tried he felt like bundles of socks were being shoved into his mouth. His rage flared even more at the thought of her cursing him at a time like this, and his blood boiled. But as she calmly and confidently approached him, he looked into her earnest sweet brown eyes as they met his without fear, and as she stared unrelentingly into their icy depths, he was overcome with a calm feeling, like a rush of a soft summer breeze. He couldn't believe the instant comfort her very presence brought him as he realized her intentions were not to fight some more.
When she walked closer he looked at her slowly, up and down. As his face cooled and his heart pounded less aggressively, he finally noticed the ring of black and blue around both of Hermione's wrists, where someone obviously grabbed her and restrained her against her will. Draco could only assume that the 5 scratches that went from her wrist to her elbow on her left arm was where the strong opposing hand slipped and cut into her as she got away.
It was as if his anger was a boiling black liquid that was now leaking out of a hole in the bottom of his foot. Emptying from his head first and as the level of the fluid lowered, the now drained parts of his body relaxed. Down his neck and shoulders, to his back and arms and then finally his legs, he slowly unclenched. Instead he was now filled with remorse and sympathy. He looked at the sweet innocent girl in front of him and realized that it was extremely unlikely she did what he thought she did…. Or more like what he heard she did, from a distasteful lying rat no less. He felt he had a pretty good guess on what really happened now.
"Did you stun Dean?" asked Hermione softly.
Draco, still unable to speak, nodded solemnly.
"Because you thought we did it and were jealous?" she inquired.
Draco shrugged his shoulders.
"….Or because he called me a slut?" She said
Draco slowly lowered his head, chin to his chest, but his eyes still looked up at her.
She stepped as close to him as she could, looking up into his face. She touched her wand to his shoulder and Draco and he felt the mouth-stuffed-full-of-sock feeling leave him.
"Did you really write that stuff about me being beautiful?" she asked with a hint of smile and light heartedness in her voice.
Draco smiled at her. It was the sexiest smile that came in a very intense moment. "Yeah, I did." He said finally.
He wasn't even mad that she had the audacity to silence him. He knew she knew it was the only way she'd be able to reach him. His out of control temper would've otherwise never allowed their true feelings to come forth.
Hermione just smiled back at him and put her arms up around his neck, he responded by pulling her in by the hips and wrapping his big arms around her waist. She looked now into his melted eyes, and it was like they understood everything with only a few words of clarification needed.
Hermione knew he was sorry for over jumping to conclusions, that he was obviously jealous from seeing them walking together and wasn't thinking clearly. And now it was obvious to Draco that Hermione only walked with Dean because she too wasn't thinking clearly, the incident being right after her run in with Pansy, which was his fault anyway. He was willing to forgive her for that, and she was more than willing to forgive and forget his harsh words as well, because it was he who ultimately stood up for her when Dean slandered her, even though it risked people like Harry and Ron catching on to them.
She planted her full soft lips onto his warm lips and let sweet tingly shocks pass between their mouths and hit them in the heart.
"You drive me so fucking crazy." Draco said when they pulled apart.
Hermione smiled even wider, "Right back at you." She said. Then he kissed her passionately for a long time, not stopping till Hermione giggled.
"Your boxers are dripping onto my feet." She explained sheepishly when he looked at her to see why she was laughing.
Draco looked at her smugly, "Oh… think it's funny do you?" he said huskily. Hermione realized her foolishness a moment to late as she found herself scooped up into his arms and being hauled off to the edge of the bath.
"Nooooo!" she cried, but it was now use. He dropped her right in and she disappeared with a splash.
Draco laughed hysterically as she vanished under the steamy fog and bubbles. But he couldn't see her resurface.
"Hermione?" he asked. "Ok….jokes over…." He said nervously as he walked around the perimeter of the huge bathtub, trying to spot her through the mist. He knew it would happen, but he still didn't see it coming in time. He heard ripples in the water and saw arms come towards his hands. Before he knew it he was back in the water.
He resurfaced only to see a laughing Hermione trying to climb out. She was about half way over the ledge when she heard a chuckling Draco say "Oh no you don't!" in a husky playful voice, and to her surprise she felt a spank right on her butt. She whipped her face around revealing her shocked expression to Draco, who only laughed harder.
She turned her butt under her as to not leave it target again and sat on the wall with her legs dangling in the water. Draco stood up in the pool; with her sitting on the ledge they were pretty equal in height for once.
"Better get you out of these wet clothes." He said slyly.
Hermione smiled at him seductively as she undid the button of her top as Draco undid her jeans. They pulled off the articles of clothing at the same time leaving Hermione in just her skivvies. Draco was too excited to continue stripping her without stopping for another kiss. They kissed hard and long resulting in two very horny half naked Hogwarts students.
Hermione unclasped her bra and threw it aside as Draco's kisses started moving downward to her neck and chest. She moaned in pleasure as she surrendered her body to him for the 2nd time. Draco, who now knew from personal experience how hot and creamy Hermione got when turned on, had longed to taste her ever sense.
Hermione was delighted when she figured out Draco was going down her, his kisses now trailing down her stomach, so she reclined back onto her elbows. She lifted her hips up so Draco could slide off her underwear but an antsy Draco once again ripped them off her. Hermione laughed as she scolded him "…that's the second pair damn it!" Draco, who was now lowering himself to his knees, smiled up at her mischievously from the pool. With his hands on her knees he spread her legs farther apart. He felt her shudder as he slid his hands up her upper legs and gripped her by the hips. He dipped his head down and began lapping at her with his tongue.
Instantly Hermione arched her back and began moaning. It felt so good. His lips suctioned to her and he massaged her clit firmly with his tongue. Gasping and trying to control her bucking hips, Hermione moaned louder and louder, panting as pleasure flooded through her. She gasped as she felt Draco's hot wet tongue enter her and rub around. He loved the sweet feminine taste of her as he felt her swell and grow hotter and hotter. The sound of her erotic moans turned him on, he loved knowing he was pleasing her. He licked and sucked her pinkness until she was screaming in ecstasy.
Draco could feel her coming to the edge, but he didn't want her to be done just yet, he stilled had plans for her. Hermione's brow furrowed as Draco stopped and began to rise. He smiled at her smugly as she looked at him like he was pure evil for stopping.
He pulled her onto him and she complied by wrapping her legs around his waist. He carried her over to the deeper end, where the water went up to his shoulders. He propped her against the tub wall and lifted her a bit until he had her positioned just right. He penetrated her and she threw her head back. He humped her roughly against the wall as she rode the rhythm, moaning, and dug her fingers into his back as their bodies slid against each others. He grunted as he pounded up and into her warm welcoming body. Soon they were short of breath and covered in sweat from the heat of the bubbly water and physical excursion.
Hermione was shocked at the sound of her own voice as she was begging and screaming for Draco to give it to her harder. Draco was more than willing to give her what she wanted, and as he gradually increased the intensity he felt her tighten around him as her body was reaching its peak.
Soon she was screaming with pleasure as she orgasmed intensely. Draco moaned loudly as well upon feeling her shiver all over and spasm on him, he could not believe how good it felt. But much to Hermione's surprise Draco didn't let up on her, if anything he pounded her harder than ever. She gasped at the unexpected continuing pleasure. Soon she was building up pressure within her again and felt another explosion coming on. Draco could hardly feel his legs anymore; he'd been going at her for so long and so hard.
She held out as long as she could but he once again stimulated her over the edge with his huge throbbing member sliding in and out of her and she climaxed harder than she ever thought possible. Draco could barely handle not climaxing the first time, but there was no fighting it this time as he felt Hermione's body squeeze him. He exploded with a loud moan as well and experienced the longest moment of pure bliss and then collapsed onto Hermione, who barely had enough strength to hold onto the edge of the tub.
Hermione pulled him close to her and he held her there as they regained normal breathing. Once their hearts had slowed and they were no longer throbbing, Draco slowly lifted Hermione out of the tub and wrapped a towel across her shoulders. After he climbed out and wrapped a towel around his own waist he picked her up and carried her into his bedroom. She was extremely exhausted and went limp in his arms with just enough strength to hug him tightly. She was warm and relaxed and she looked Draco hazily into his eyes, hypnotized by them.
He laid her on his bed and curled up right next to her, Hermione smiled sweetly and snuggled right into him. A sense of wellbeing and satisfaction pumped through him as he pulled the covers up. Despite his over all tiredness from the whole ordeal, he knew there was no way he'd be able to sleep if she wasn't near him, there was no way he was going to let her go sleep in her own bed.
Hermione was barely awake; the excitement of the previous excursions left her completely void of energy, but filled with pure bliss. Never before had she felt safe and secure enough to totally let go of everything and just enjoy something as crazy and human as their love fest, not until she felt the arms of Draco Malfoy around her at least. The person she would have never guessed in a million years made her feel the joys of life like she never knew she could feel them. Now she was totally capable of releasing all her stress and worries and just appreciating something as sweet and powerful as a kiss, as long as it was from someone who just so happens to be amazingly special.
Draco inhaled deeply. He could smell Hermione's sweet lavender smell, mixed with the honey-musk scent of their bodies mixing together. He was in paradise. He had never felt so peaceful in his life. For once, nothing was making him cringe or shudder with disgust. He had no desire to hurt or belittle anyone or anything. Any grudge he may have been harboring since he was a small child, he couldn't recall it. Nothing and no one mattered when Hermione was around, and he could feel no anger. It was her who helped him realize how much he was missing being pissed off all the time. How stupid being such an ass is. She allowed him to release all his aggression onto her, transferring his hate into something positive and enjoyable. If it wasn't for her, he'd still be carrying so much hate and anger in him, missing out on the joys of life. He was so truly thankful for her.
In the end they had ultimately saved each other from a life of joyless strife. But now everything was perfect, save the reaction of their houses if they ever found out of course. But they weren't worried about that right then. All they were aware of was the soft warm beating of the others heart as the drifted slowly off to a deep satisfied slumber embraced in each others arms. This time, Hermione would definitely be there when Draco woke.