Chapter 17: Lost in their World

Draco entered his bedroom and laid down on his black and forest green bed. He rolled over resting his head from the still spinning reaction from the argument he had just had at lunch. How could his friends treat him in such a way? They aren't friends, friends wouldn't be arrogant about who you're romantically interested in, he thought to himself. He sighed knowing that at the moment, his only true friend was Hermione. Rolling over to his side he picked at the corner of his nightstand wishing for the anger he had within himself to leave regarding to how he and Hermione was treated. His mind wandered back to Hermione and how she was talking to Harry and Ron about them. They must understand her, I mean they're the golden trio, nothing is going to break them, he concluded.

Hermione was rounding the corner to the common door; she whispered the password to the majestic knight and walked inside to find that Draco was no where around in the commons area, so she ran up the stairs to where Draco's room door stood. It was a slithering snake shaped in an S form, its tail trickling down to where the doorknob was. She raised her hand to the side where the delicately carved snake wasn't at and knocked three solid times.

"Draco?" she asked to the door. The door opened slowly revealing no one in sight; she took a step in repeating his name looking around searching through the dark black and green schemed room. Draco walked out of his private bathroom, seeing Hermione standing there in his doorway. He smiled as he ran his hand through his soft platinum blonde hair. He traveled his way to her through his dim lit room and met her eyes inches before him. He leaned over giving her cheek a sweet kiss.

"Hello again" he smirked progressing his hand to her cheek caressing it softly. Her face turned more into it with a smile that seemed to never stop growing.

"Hey" she smiled welcoming his warmth, "How did it go?" Hermione brought her arms up to wrap Draco around her body, she leaned her head into his chest engulfing the scent radiating off his body.

Draco looked down with a smile before answering. "Let's just say, I understand why you think Slytherins are so malicious. They aren't what one would call friends; you're all I have now." He tightened a grip around her waist before swooping down to her level giving her a passionate kiss on the lips. Hermione gave him what he craved for, for a few moments before pulling away and looking up into his grey eyes. He let out a soft sigh and looked fierce with passion growing, he knew he'd have to calm down a bit, so he continued conversation, "how about you, what did they think?" he said giving her more space between them as he watched her speak.

"Harry was very sweet and supportive, he's grateful for what you did for me that he wasn't able to do. He said that he won't fight with you and will give you a truce without need of an apology or talking to him about it, all he asks is a bit of respect and he'll be fine."

Draco raised his eyebrow in surprise, "Wow, Potter said that?"

"Harry is quite understanding and honorable if you gave him the time of day." Her eyes glared at him in a significance of meaning, you better be nice. "If you only knew Harry's background, it's more than just the boy that lived. He grew up with horrible people who treated him just as bad as some house elves are. Not only that but he had a snobby cousin who got everything and when Harry was to get an ounce of attention, it would be stolen away from him instantly. His parents were killed and he was left to be a practical slave for relatives. Harry knows what it's like to be treated ungratefully and doesn't wish to give anyone else that treatment; he made a promise to treat others the way that he had always wanted to be treated because he knows how much kindness means. You never did make it easy for him though." Guilt over took Draco some, regretting the way he had treated Harry in the past now knowing the unknown story of Harry's life. He never really gave time to think over; he figured Harry was worshipped wherever he was. Draco nodded showing that he felt bad for the past, but Harry doesn't want an apology and he can't change the past so he nodded in understanding.

"What of Weasley?" Draco asked, knowing a fact that Ron likes Hermione. It was obvious; Ron sits there thinking that no one but Harry knows when really the whole school knew.

"Well Ginny is just like Harry, I guess that's why it makes them great people, but Ron. Well, Ron is almost as stubborn as you are with things and this is one primary example. We'll just have to give him time, he just needs to get used to certain facts pertaining to this before he'll come around, but he will." Draco nodded knowing that Ron could be a potential problem if he didn't learn to grow up and accept things how they are.

"Now that that's off our backs, what would you like to do?" he smiled a mix of his old evil charming smirk with happy twist. Hermione looked up to him smiling and before she could say one thing; Draco lifted her off her feet and placed her on the bed. Hermione laughed out of excitement and joy as Draco came falling upon her softly from above, catching himself into a kiss with her. Passionately their bodies entangled each other, ruffling up the expensive sheets that were on the bed. Draco laughed into the kiss as he pulled her body up onto him and let her take control. Hermione's legs wrapped to the sides of his body as she kissed him more fervent each second. Draco's mind was so wrapped up in following his instincts he didn't realize that his hands were roaming every possible spot on Hermione's body, which didn't reject any of the physical contact. It was as if their hands had a mind of their own and no one was finding the stop switch. Draco pushed and pulled Hermione to being beneath him yet again forceful yet gentle. Soft moans escaped from their mouths as they kissed each other hard desperate to be each other's fully. Draco's hands tore at her robes, swiftly removing them from her body as her hands removed his. Draco stopped kissing realizing how far they were going which he didn't want, just yet for both of their sakes. Draco stared down at her breathing huskily, softly allowing his touch to caress Hermione's body in whole. Hermione just watched him with every move he made, her breath easing back down to being controlled and soft. Their eyes flowed into each others, the sight of the room, their bodies, and their thoughts were non existent. They were in a place of their own, time seemed to slow and they were frozen in a moment. Minutes went by, still stuck in their trance, Draco's mind finally unfroze itself back into awareness, but still staring back down on Hermione, the girl that he thought was the most beautiful creation in the world, not even magic could create such beauty. Draco lowered his body to where their foreheads touched, resting on each other, then Draco said for the second time in his life, but with more meaning and passion than earlier that day.

"I love you Hermione" he said as he fell to the side of her then grabbing to her body and pulling it closer to him, embracing her with delicacy.

Hermione stared back into his eyes when he said this and with a smile she said "and I love you" accepting his warming embrace and closing her eyes tight into the arms of the man that she indeed loves. There they lied; falling asleep in each other's warm loving arms on top of his dark bed barely into the afternoon on Sunday.