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Being Blind

Okay so I know being blind isn't fun. I know this to be the truth because, ha, I am blind. It's a long story how I became 'blind' so to speak, but I suppose it's worth telling you.

It's for a class. Some new class was devised to show us how others, blind people and deaf people, find their way in the world even with their disadvantages. The Professor partnered us up with a person from the opposite gender, and of course from a different house. All this house unity crap is annoying; at least it's getting on my last nerve. In any case I had to be paired up with the likely possible person, Mud blood Granger. I thought my life would end but when I found out we would take turns being 'blind' for a week I cheered right up. I could just ditch her to make her fend for herself. I still laugh at how stupidly idiotic that sounded. I didn't understand that this whole experience would never make me- never mind you'll find out eventually. Insert evil grin here.

Anyway it was, unfortunately, me that was to be 'blind' first. So when the Professor placed the charm on me I was a bit skeptical that I would survive a whole week with Granger leading me everywhere. The first day went ok, not without its occasional 'disagreement', but we got over it quickly. I was amazed at how much both of us had matured since a year ago.

That was the night that would forever change my outlook on Granger. Cheesiest line, I know but that's EXACTLY how it felt to me.

We were heading back from a quiet trip from Hogmeade when it began to rain. Hurriedly, Granger ushered me toward the castle but suddenly I heard a clap of thunder above our heads and a shriek from the golden girl beside me. I wished I could have seen at that moment because then I would have seen the frightened look on Hermione's face. She must have backed up since we collided and fell down the hill together. When we reached the bottom I felt around for her body. I couldn't see and I needed my eyes. Crawling blindly in the rain and on mushy mud I searched.

Eventually my hand collided with cloth and I found the hem of the skirt she was wearing. I let my hand travel from her thigh up to her waist and on up to the underside of her breast. Even I, Draco Malfoy, the 'Prince of Slytherin', blushed at touching her, for what reason I couldn't tell you. What I could tell you was that she was soaked with rain to the very skin she was in. I abnormally shook her gently, she startled awake and slapped my hands away from her body. I backed off slightly but not far enough away I couldn't tell where she was.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" She screamed at me, "Leave me alone!" I felt her scramble backwards farther and farther away from me. I felt her grow to far away with my newly enhanced senses. I crawled after her in what I thought was the right direction. I began to panic when I couldn't find her. If I didn't find her I might not be able to find my way back. Gods above I hated being blind! Unexpectedly I bump into a body. I reached out my hands numbly and was met by another pair of hands.

"I'm sorry." She whispered barely enough for me to hear her over the storm.

"Why don't we go inside?" I say hesitantly. She doesn't reply for a long time. My newly acute hearing picks up her sobs.

"I'm afraid of lightning and thunder," she tells me only, I don't think she's actually talking ME, but more to herself, "I used to love storms, the thrill of hearing the thunder grumble and see the flashes of light like the flicker of a camera, but ever since that night he –" she hiccups, "-he walked away in a storm so like this, I'm afraid someone else will too…" she trails off.

Silence has surrounded us as we hear the occasional clap of thunder. I can still sense her trembling body near mine. Something is so serene about this moment I feel out of my mind and body.

I release her hands and reach up to where I think her face might be.

"Can I?" I ask her. I feel her shaking hands take mine in hers and bring them to her face. I feel the soft flutter of her body as I glide my fingers over the wet skin of her cheek. Even though I can't see I close my eyes anyway and try to feel the sight of her face instead of actually see it. I hear the rain hit her head. One of my hands slide up the side of her face to her hair line where I rake my fingers through her drenched hair. It's surprisingly not tangled in knots as I smoothly pull my fingers out of it.

My 'hair' hand joins the other as it continues its journey of exploring unknown territory. My thumb pads gently trace her eyebrows then trail down to her eyelids which I suspect have quivered shut at my touch. I feel her soft but wet skin and I'm thoroughly amazed. My fingertips travel along her lips which have parted slightly. I'm entranced by her, although I can't see her.

I remember who she is but I just can't – won't – believe it's her. By the time I realize I'm kissing her I actually am. Our lips met in a clash of desperation, on whose part I don't know. All I know is that her teeth are currently nibbling on my lower lip. I want to groan so badly but I restrain myself. I push my tongue between her lips where I trace the walls of her mouth. Unpredictably, she begins to suck on my tongue. I can't help the pleasurable moan that escapes my voice box.

I am very aware of her hands which are clinging to my t-shirt, pulling me closer to her body. Her small hands release themselves from my shirt to crawl beneath my shirt and run them along the skin of my abs. I hear her groan as I let my palms fall from where they were skimming the surface of her face down her torso, over her breasts to her waist where I pulled her closer to me.

Finally we come up for breath and all I can think is, "I made out with Bookworm Mud blood Granger." We rest our foreheads on the other as we catch our breaths by deeply inhaling the misty rain around us. The lightning and thunder have settled down to a seldom flash and boom.

She leans in and our kisses are spread out; I am able to count them as we meet. One. Kiss. Two. Kiss. Three. Kiss. These kisses are just of our lips trying to grip the others. Then her voice breaks the silence.

"We should head back to the castle, hold on to my hand."

My hand slips into hers and I feel how gentle they are. Blindly (ah, the irony) I follow her up hill to the castle door. I don't feel the rain hitting my skin any longer so I know that we are inside. I hear a giggle from my right and I tilt my head in the general direction. The outburst is muffled.

"What?" I demand a little too harshly.

"Nothing." She replies shortly.

"No what?" I push. She stifles a laugh.

"It's just that you're hair is practically plastered to your head." She chuckles again, "It's just unusual to see you without your hair slicked back. It makes you look better this way."

I have never slicked my hair back since.

It's kind funny when you form a friendship with your enemy, or rather an enemy with benefits, or just a new friend. Within the next couple days of our 'partnership' we actually get to know each other; I found out so much about her. She's compassionate, she's intelligent, she's thoughtful, she's…well… everything I'm not, but that's what I love about her. She's just what I need.

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So it wasn't really what I expected, this new class at Hogwarts. I was paired up with Draco Malfoy, my archenemy if you do remember. Even though I wasn't too thrilled at being Malfoy's partner I sucked it up and played along. Malfoy, however, was the exact opposite. He raved about telling his father and ranted that he didn't want to be a mud blood's partner, to put it kindly. I really just wanted to roll my eyes at him and yell at him to stop whining, but I knew Malfoy and that's one was just to egg him on. So instead, I became the bigger person and waited out this tidal wave of insults. Eventually he gave up.

When I, we, found out what we were doing in this class in the first place I was surprised. A nice tribute to all the people out there with these disabilities but the thing is, I got a kick out of Malfoy having to go first. At least this time he didn't fuss but mumbled obscene words under his breath. I shook my head at how childish he still was.

Anyway, the event that happened after coming back from Hogsmeade was incredible. That make out session I had with him was one of the most explicit things I have ever done. I think he changed me though. I told him about my biological father leaving my mum and me during a storm. I'm still shocked he tried to comfort me. His fingers tracing my face with their light touch was unbelievable; it made my body shiver. As I pulled him up the hill to Hogwarts I couldn't help but notice how his hand fit in mine. I looked up at the angered sky one last time before heading inside. The way his hair was plastered to his head was down right sexy, although I CERTAINLY would NEVER tell him such a thing; he's too cocky for his own good. I just couldn't help but giggle at the absurd thought. He looked my way as I laughed and questioned me. I told him never mind but he seemed to be like someone I knew before and press me for a legitimate answer. I told him about his hair. He just blankly stared back at me, but I saw it. That small, microscopic smile that I had never seen and I bet few people have ever seen it. I haven't seen him slick his shiny, sexy blond hair back since.

When I came to be my turn to be blind for a week I was nervous. Not because of Draco leading me – well, actually, I suppose it is Draco's fault 'cause I'm still afraid of what he'll think of me. It was great being able to take advantage of stealing glances at him although I could have sworn he knew I was doing so. As soon as the professor bestowed upon me the spell I wished I had sight. I tried to walk on my own but I ran into a desk and stumbled to the floor. I didn't bother to try and get up. Almost immediately I felt a pair of strong arms encircle my waist and try to hoist my heavy body to my feet. Then I felt someone breathing on my neck and in my ear.

"You should have waited for me ya know." I heard his voice whisper in my ear. I felt my body relax into his grip and I pried myself from his grasp.

"Thank you." I try to find the door by putting my hands out in front of me like and undead zombie. He chuckles at me and drags me towards the door; I was no where near it in the first place.

Walking the halls I shook on my legs and not because I can't see them or where I'm walking but because one of Draco's arms still has a grip on my waist. His touch is intoxicating and making me grow hot with every step back to the room we share now. He chuckles at my clumsiness and holds on tighter.

The professor suggested that we don't do anything major like going to Hogsmeade for an hour or so the 'blind' students can get used to being 'blind'. He helped me up the stairs to our room where we collapsed on the couch. I wasn't sure what to do. I mean I couldn't see! So I closed my eyelids and rested my head on his shoulder as his fingers flew to my hair and tangled themselves in it. I had the feeling someone was watching me.

I then feel his cheek nuzzle mine.

"You're so cute when you blush." He tells me. He's right I am blushing from being so close to him (I'm practically sitting in his lap for heaven's sake) that his comment made me blush even harder. He kisses and nestles my cheek once again.

I begin to feel his kisses on my neck. I withhold a moan as his teeth nibble at the skin on my collarbone. His hands maneuvered their way under my shirt and rubbed at my sides. Now I know how he felt when he was blind. My hands fall behind me and they find his baby soft hair and run themselves through it. This I could live with. I could stay like this forever. Tacky, I know but it's the truth.

His lips have hiked their way up my throat to my left ear where I feel teeth tenderly bite my earlobe. I let out a little groan and he stops. I take back my arms and pivot in his lap.

"What is it?" I ask. Maybe this is just a joke and he's gonna tell me and this dream will be over. I can feel him looking me. He takes my hand in his and brings it to his mouth to kiss each knuckle on that hand.

"It's just, I've never felt this way towards anyone…" he trails off. I give him a soft look and lean in to give him a chaste kiss. Through the kisses he finishes,

"I don't want – kiss – want it to – kiss – to end. Kiss – that's why I want to be with you – kiss – forever – kiss – and ever – kiss – and ever – long kiss."

When we finally break apart he lays back into the sofa dragging me down with him so now I lie partially on top and half off him. Although I can't see him I can feel him. He peaks my nose and I run my fingers through his hair.

"And we will," I told him, "we will."

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A/N: Hoped you liked it! Please review! Oh! A VERY VERY special thank you to: Haley. Infinitely. Weird. for looking over these up coming pieces… I believe that's called a beta no?