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Wandering the Hallways at Night

"Ugh." A voice resounded off the high ceilings as the owner paced down the shadowed passageways. The person was none other than Draco Malfoy. The only reason why he was even out of his nice, feather soft bed was that he was patrolling the halls. Many cons came with being Head Boy and this was definitely one of them.

Draco quickened his pace as he began to shiver. Damn, why didn't I bring a jacket? He wondered to himself.

As he turned the corner he hit something. Whatever the something was had the warmth he had been wanting ever since he stepped out of his common room he shared with the Head Girl. Without thinking, Draco encircled the body in front of him, pulling them close to his chest.

He was thankful to know that the person he held was a girl. If it were to be a guy… that would be just plain creepy. Draco thought. He buried his cold nose deep into the side of her neck as he hugged the girl tighter, if such a thing was possible.

Then as if a light bulb had popped on inside his head he began to wonder whom he was holding. At first he didn't care, but then he thought of Millicent. He involuntarily shuddered but not from cold. The girl in his arms merely stood there stuck dumb apparently.

"I have that effect on girls." He whispered into the girl's right ear as he nuzzled the silky skin of her neck. The girl, if imaginable, became even more tensed at his words. The scent of oranges and vanilla wafted into his nose. God I love this smell… but the strange thing is, I've smelt it before… where?

He rubbed his cheek against hers. She must have relaxed somewhat during his thinking because although she didn't respond, she wasn't as rigid.

"God you're so warm…" Draco accidentally let slip. That was what made the girl shove him away. He stumbled backwards; regaining his balance the expression displayed across his face was of pure confusion and anger.

"What the fu-" Draco started. Then he saw why. There standing in front of him was a brown eyed, rosy cheeked and confused Hermione Granger.

Draco just stood there in 'panic'. Malfoy's never panicked, or so everyone thought (not to mention that everyone thought they had no feelings either. What a lie that was). He couldn't do anything.

The tension was so high as they gawked at each other, that is until Granger uprooted her stunned legs and bolted around him. He didn't even bother to turn and stop her. Neither did he move. He was purely bewildered.

Sometime after barely regaining his conscious, he felt pressure placed on his right shoulder, shaking him. He didn't look at the force's source. Then a blurry figure windshield-wiped in front of his face. He recognized the haze as a tan hand. Then the person stepped into view. Who did it turn out to be? Non other than Blaise Zambini. He currently occupied Granger's spot, which sent Draco straight out of his confusion.

Blaise looked at him funny, cocking his eyebrow at his friend suspiciously. Draco eyed his friend with the same look as he smugly strode from the place in which he had stood.

"You know, I never knew that the impossible could nearly happen." A voice called from behind him. Draco stopped and spun around.

"What's that suppose to mean?" Draco asked curiously. Blaise gave him a knowing smirk.

"Nothing, nothing at all. Just when you meet someone in the halls make sure no one's around."

That left Draco completely befuddled. He didn't meet anyone…. That is on purpose. Then something in his head clicked. When he looked back up, he found Blaise's back receding from him.

"I didn't mean to walk into her!" Draco shouted after his friend. Now it was Blaise's turn to spin around. Although there was a knowing smirk plastered to his face.

"You may not have meant for it to happen but it did. You know as much as I do that you don't mind… Do you Draco?" The smirk on Blaise's face grew passed his face. Spinning back around he strolled confidently down the hallway into the darkness.

Draco pushed his back into the wall near him. Sliding down the stone cold wall, he was left in thought. Draco knew what he was getting at but how was Blaise so assured that he knew that he, Draco Malfoy, had begun to like a mudblood? So he went on and on about the girl with chocolate hair, wound loosely in lovely ringlets. So what if he only told Blaise how much he cherished every glance she gave him. Whether it was in disgusted or rage he didn't care. So long as he caught a glimpse of her honey hazel eyes, Draco didn't care worth a hill of beans, much less the entire money in the world.

Okay so Draco was a little obsessed… make that solely devoted to the one woman he knew was off limits. Did that mean the he was only captivated by the curvaceous body of his angel? No it couldn't possibly. Draco shook his head. No way, even though he wished that he could run his hands down her sides, he loved her beyond that. Beyond? What's beyond a sexy body? A brain, a heart and a soul. Draco told himself. Sure he had gone out and made out with plenty of desirable girls but what he wanted was someone who would be able to know what he was talking about when he was speaking of the recent potion they had been brewing in class. All he wanted was someone to love him like he loved them.

At this Draco sighed. All the other girls had come up with a dazed expression, not having a clue to what he was talking about if he were to start such a conversation or rather nodding along agreeing with what he had said. Draco leaned back his head on the walk behind him. He felt the coldness of the wall on his back and neck. That was soon replaced by a comforting warmth.

Opening his tired eyes, he saw a shadowed form in front of him. Their hair was long so he expected them to be a girl. He reached out for the hair and tucked it behind her ear. His fingers lingering on her cheeks, Draco softly smudged his thumb against her smooth skin. The girl sat there on her knees as he continued his path from her earlobe, down her neck and finally reaching his destination at her collarbone. Using his other hand, Draco reached up to put his hand behind the girl's head – no the woman's head.

Draco stared at the place where he thought her eyes would be. He saw them bordered by darkness but a glowing light came from the depths of them. Slowly and unsure, Draco raised his lips to hers. Their lips drifted across one another. With desire for the woman's lips in front of him, Draco seized her as he pulled her into his arms. She was so warm, so warm in fact that he pulled her to him even closer. They never broke apart as his hands wandered from her womanly strong arms to her hourglass hips.

Multiple times the two pulled away merely ten centimeters, only to be meshed back together by some force of hunger mixed with a dash of affection. Finally, after so long of being attached to the other's lips, the distance between them was much greater. Transfixed on the opposite's eyes Draco spoke in a low breath.

"Why do you have to be an angel? Why can't you be with me? Why can't I hold you past the afterlife? Why do you have to be one of them? Why can't you love me the way I love you?" The last line was added in a whisper next to the woman's ear. The female noticeably stiffened when he spoke the word 'love'. Relaxing, her reply came.

"You know not a fraction of what I feel. That kiss was merely a single particle in never-ending space of my passion for you. I'm willing to do anything to be with you. To feel your inter warmth, to be in your arms forever, to never let you go. Now do you understand me? My affection? My desire? You must have no idea on how much I want you, how much I… I – I love you." She finished. It was definitely her, his 'beloved', his Hermione.

His heart had flown high when he heard her last words. Despite her being hesitant, he knew she was never one to say anything she didn't feel. He wrapped her against his chest.

"Never will I forget this… never will I let you go…"

Suddenly he felt a slight disturbance on his leg. Blinking a few times he noticed a very tall figure was standing before him, sunlight streaming from out behind him. Long hair fell from the person's chin, Albus Dumbledore. Draco scrambled up to his feet. A soft smile expanded across his weathered face.

"You know Mr. Malfoy, dreams can come true. Even ones had while wandering the hallways at night. Dear me you better head back to your dormitory, it's nearly breakfast time."

Rizahawkeye21

A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in a while. I hope that you liked it. Took me a long time to write, more than it should have but better late then never. Please review!

Edited:3/11/06