A/N: The last of two chapters! Yey! I'll satisfy your thirst for teen romance right here! Bwahahaha…that just sounds so wrong!
Owls (2)
"So…" It was Hermione's turn to smash the eerie silence. "What are you doing this late at night?"
Draco looked up in surprise. She's actually trying to have a civilized conversation with him! He might be a Slytherin, but he was raised to be decent.
"I couldn't sleep. Something's got me all worked up for some reason." He said, looking at the lake again.
"Yeah, me too. The whole Potions thing kept ringing in my head. I'm so sorry for Neville. Are you sure it wasn't you?"
He looked at her disbelievingly. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure of what I did and what I didn't do!" Sarcasm draped his words.
Hermione looked at the lake, too. "Tonight's beautiful, isn't it?"
Now he was really surprised. She was gentle to him tonight. No snide comments or harsh comebacks…what is up with her tonight? Is this what lack of sleep can do to her?
"I guess it is." He found it hard to say anything more.
Suddenly, a cold gust of wind blew, and Draco saw Hermione give an involuntary shiver. He felt compelled to do something he normally wouldn't.
The sudden harsh wind slapped her skin beneath her clothes. From her sitting position, she raised her knees, folded her arms on top of them, and partly buried her face in it. What happened next surprised her.
She suddenly felt something quite heavy yet warm placed around her. She opened her eyes to see Draco's robe. She looked at him, puzzled. He didn't give any reaction to that.
Gratified by the warmth, she uttered out, "Thanks."
"Think nothing of it." He meant it. He lied on his back to gaze on the stars instead. She felt Hermione still looking at him with the confused expression. He didn't make it obvious, though.
Hermione, on the other hand, is truly madly deeply confused yet delighted at the same time. She didn't know he could be this…respectful.
Having the robe taken off revealed his emerald green long-sleeved sweater. The collars of his white undershirt had been fashionably jutted out of the v-necked sweater. His eyes gazed the millions of stars above them, and the trademark blonde hair of his fluttered in the even rhythm of the wind.
"How long are you going to look at me like I just performed a miracle or something?" He asked, though not looking at her.
She chuckled at the thought, "This is as close to a miracle as you can get."
"I just let you borrowed my robe, that's all. Don't make it sound bigger as it is." Draco said calmly.
Hermione whispered to herself, "This is getting weirder."
"I heard that. And yeah, it is." Draco replied. "Look…uhh…since we're talking like these…umm…yeah, I guess I want to apologize. For everything I've done."
"Oh? For everything you've done? As is, to everyone?"
"What? No, no. Just to you. I'm not sorry about what I did to Weasley or Potter."
"Just me, is that what you mean?"
"Yeah, don't make me say it again. You don't know how hard it is to swallow that much pride." He said, sitting upright again.
"Thanks. That means something to me."
"Well, don't get a head of yourself. We'll still be enemies tomorrow."
"We're still enemies tonight." Hermione replied.
Before he recovered from her answer, another of the seemingly-endless surprises came. Hermione hugged him 'round his neck.
"Hey…" He puffed in shock, but that was all that came out of him. For some reason, he liked it the sensation. It's not everyday you get embraced by your enemy.
She was in a daze. A heavenly daze. Her eyes closed in the intimacy. She forgot all about their fight, all about their supposedly hate for each other.
She was equally keen when she felt his arms envelop around her. She unconsciously let out a gasp. Little did she know that he liked every bit of it.
He, too, forgot about everything. He forgot he was a Slytherin. He forgot he was a Malfoy. He forgot she was a Gryffindor. He forgot she was of muggle-born.
All he knows is that he's feeling something he never felt before. And he savors in every moment of it.
Before he knew what he was doing, he lifted her chin up. Her lethargic eyes looked up at him with the same amount of affection. His gaze turned to her slightly parted lips. Almost welcoming, slightly parted lips.
He slowly lowered his face, as she faintly raised hers.
He came closer. Close enough that she felt his breath caress her skin, and their lips almost touching. Her body heat rose to an unbearable heat, and she could hear her heart pounding deafeningly in her ears.
She closed her eyes, as she was overwhelmed by the absolute bliss. She felt her hair band slide down her hair, but she was in so much delight that she didn't bother to do anything.
He felt his lips gently pressed on hers. She felt keenness like no other. Gradually, she felt something different emanating from him. Like…burning, almost hungry passion. He withdrew after what seemed like a blissful eternity. They both panted for air. They could hear each other's shallow breath.
Before she realized it, her lips were pressured by his once again. This time with the same fierce passion…like all that he had been holding back all these time…they were all freed tonight. She involuntarily moaned as the robe enveloping her slid down. She felt one hand support her back, and another pulling her waist up also for support.
She felt helpless, vulnerable and fragile all at the same time…and she loved every single second of it.
Suddenly, he withdrew again, but only for a millimeter of so. She still felt his lips caress hers, though. Her longing came out as another moan. Oh he teases.
He deliberately stopped to tease her, and instead played his lips just over hers. He felt her slight uncomfortable fidgeting, and he was amused at the thought of it.
Answering to her craving, she pulled him closer, and let her fingers entangle with his hair. It was as divine as she imagined it would be.
She felt his muscles loosen from the tension under her fingertips. Suddenly, she felt his tongue trace her lips. She let out a gasp and he took the chance. Her body heat rose once again to an intolerable heat, as she felt his tongue encircle in the walls of her mouth.
All of a sudden, they broke free of their seventh-heaven trance when they heard some twigs snapping. It could just be an animal but they're not taking their chances. They both stood up sharply and made a run for it. Draco managed to grab his jacket.
This time, panic rose within them. It was sometime after midnight already, and it is way past their curfew already. They run to the castle and rushed to their respective house towers. In the center staircase, they stopped for breath. For some reason, the two started laughing.
"Umm…I…guess I'll see you tomorrow?" Hermione said sheepishly.
"Yeah. Well…goodnight I guess." Draco said.
They raced up the staircase and into the common rooms of their houses. They slept easily with the events of the night soothing them to sleep.
The next morning…
"YES! The weekend is here!" Ron and Harry chorused as they gazed upon the morning sun.
"Oy, what's this?" Ron noticed on the ground. He picked it up and recognized it as Hermione's. "Harry, come see this." Harry rushed up and Ron showed him.
"I think that's the hair band Hermione was looking for all morning." Harry explained.
"How did it get here? Unless she was here before us?"
"Nah, she's still asleep." Harry replied.
"Maybe it was brought by owls." A bored voice came behind them. They turned around to see who it was.
"Malfoy." They grumbled under their breath. But Draco walked away with a sneer on his face. Harry had an inkling that he knew something they didn't.
"Forget it, mate." Ron placed a hand on Harry's shoulder. "He couldn't possibly have anything to do with this."
A/N: And so it ends! Well, please review! Thanks! I dedicate this fic to animechick001. She introduced me to the wonderful pairing of Draco and Hermione!
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