We Could Be Perfect One Last Night

Hermione woke with a start. She glanced at her alarm clock. 6:20.

"Damn," she muttered and stood, stretching her body out.

She walked to her private bathroom, closed the door, and removed her clothes. She stared at herself in the mirror. She realized how much she had grown. She proudly turned to the side and took in her body in profile. Not too long ago had she been a skinny, flat- chested girl. Not that she was obnoxiously developed, but she had enough curves to give her a womanly figure. Her body aside, she looked at her skin. The creamy expanse of skin seemed almost flawless.

Almost. Marks graced her skin from her shoulders to her wrists. She stared wide eyed. She couldn't decide if she should be proud that she had been able to handle the pain, that she had been able to hide the truth. It reminded her of tattoos, with a hell of a lot more satisfaction. Her eyes darkened. Would she ever be able to show her body to the person she loved without having to make excuses? She didn't want to go through with life if she would be constantly hounded by people telling her she was wrong.

Thoughts raced through her head. What if the school found out? What if... what if she was abandoned, hopeless in everyone elses' eyes. She panicked. Her heart was beating faster than it would be if she had been jogging. She started to feel sick. She bent over. Breathing in through her nose and out through her mouth. This had happened before. Anxiety attacks.

Hermoine continued to breathe in this controlled pattern for 5 minutes. The pain in her chest and stomach dissolved and was filled with emptiness. She started the shower. The hiss of the water scattering on the floor filled the spacious room. Hermoine stepped in and adjusted the temperature. She stood in the stall, letting the water pound down on her aching muscles. After a good twenty minutes, the flow of the water ceased. Hermoine stepped out.

She decided that naturally drying her hair today would be best. She had grown accustomed o the curls flowing down her body. Hermoine lined her eyes boldly with black eyeliner and put on two coats of black mascara. She applied a pale lip color to her lips and put on her required school uniform. She took one last look in the mirror and decided it was the best it could get.

Hermoine flew down the stairs to find Harry waiting at the bottom. She smiled broadly and gave him a heart warming hug.

"Ahh, the only reason Hermoine would be running this early would be that..ohhh, is it the first day of classes? I believe it is. hmm." He smiled playfully at her and she blushed mildly.

"Oh, bugger off. You know that I am not like that," she stated, trying to convince herself aswell.

"I see, well in that case, it must be the food"

Hermoine laughed, "That must be it."

It seemed the first class (which happened to be Potions) without Ron was the longest Hermoine had ever experienced. Nothing felt right. Even Snape looked even more morose than usual. He took no points that lesson nor did he give any. They were creating a Continual Sleep potion. The fumes had the whole class looking very drowsy and had their eyelids closing. When they were dismissed, a few were silently snoring. Snape solved this problem easily by smacking each and every sleeping student on the back of the head. Needless to say, the rest of the day, students were either not paying much attention or complaining of a horrible migraine. The teachers all knew who to blame.

Somehow, the night had come and Hermoine sat on a window ledge looking out at the dark forest. Her legs were up and her arms held them against her body. She rested her head on her knees. Draco spotted her from down the hallway and decided to visit her. He placed his hand in the middle of her back. Hermoine's head shot up from it's resting position. She relaxed in relief when she saw it was Draco.

"Hermoine, I wanted to talk to you," Draco said uncertainly.

Her eyes wavered on his, "Of course, what is it"

"Well, yesterday... I felt something. I'm sorry if this is coming out of the blue. I mean, I just, I thought you'd want to know-" Draco sputtered out nervously. He took a deep breath, grateful he had gotten it out.

Hermoine blinked, "What did you feel?"

Draco looked from the floor to Hermoine's eyes and back, "I felt like we were meant to be together." As Hermoine drew breath, he flinched, preparing for the worst.

"I did too"

Definately not what he was expecting. His whole face brightened and he smiled charmingly at her.

"I hope this isn't too early, but I would like to ask you to be with me. Please be my girlfriend," he pleaded, prayed to Merlin that she would say yes. He just knew that it would be a decision they would never regret.

Hermoine stared at him for a moment. Thoughts spun around in her head. She didn't know what to do. But being this close to Draco just felt right. She felt alive again.

"I would love to," she said with a smile.

They both looked at each other with elated smiles. Hermione flung her arms around Draco's neck and he wrapped his arms around her waist. A sense of pure contentment spread through both of their bodies. For this small portion of time, everything was perfect.

Mwhahaha, well at least we finally got a lil bit out of them. I wonder what is to come...? review and I'll think of it quicker. Hope you guys enjoyed this chapter. I'm thinking of creating a little drama in the next few. Can anyone guess:P okay, well. Pleasseeee review. Love you guys!

Rae