A/n: I changed the summery because I read it in a book- Intensity by Dean Koontz. Haha. But I liked how it sounded a lot and thought it could fit into my story. So I hope you all found the story okay. AND AGAIN, I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE I AM GOING WITH THIS. SERIOUSLYYYY. HELP? But anyways, I'm back after my Warped Tour followings and serious befriending of Anti-Flag. Not like that, creeps, but I'm home and I CAN'T EAT!

After hours upon hours of talking and laughing, they were finally tired. Hermione had been up since very early in the morning, packing and getting ready. Not to mention, telling someone they are marrying you and that you are the Dark Lord's one and only daughter can be somewhat exhausting.

The laughter from the last story Hermione told, something involving Harry, Ron, a broomstick, a lawn gnome, and a very angry Mrs. Weasley was dying down and they were both sitting on the couch facing forward looking into the just about dead fire with smiles on their faces.

Draco was the first to talk. "Ahh I'm tired."

"Me too."

After hours of talking, suddenly they were finding it awkward to be together. Maybe it was because they knew more of the other person than any one else does. Than anyone else ever has. Probably more than anyone ever will know.

He stood up. She lifted her head to look at him before decided to stand up herself. She looked at the ground and shifted her weight. What is going on? Since when am I…nervous around him

She quickly shook out of her trance and looked at him again. His head had been tilted down in attempt to meet her gaze. She quickly met his gaze and realized how attractive he was. How she was going to be with him for the rest of her life, with his silvery grey blue eyes, delicately pointed features and soft, straight, medium-length white blonde hair and his 6 foot 3 stature and molded body. He was also smart, second only to her. And it was only by no more than one point.

She couldn't really complain, and neither could he. She was tall, taller than most girls standing at around 5 foot 9 or 5 foot 10. Her hair was long, but not too long. It was still a little bit bushy, but mostly wavy. If she didn't do anything with it, it would turn bushy, but she always tried to take care of it. She had a cute nose with a sprinkling of freckles, light, honey brown eyes, and full, but not too full, pink lips. She was thin, but not too thin and had nice curves. And, of course, with all this came that brain of hers that could record any date, potion ingredient or spell she could come across.

Grey clashed with honey and they both stood in front of the fire awkwardly for a few moments. At the same time, they tried to speak, which only landed them in a few more moments or awkward silence.

Finally, she just looped her arms around his neck and hugged him. He was the first real friend she had since Harry and Ron and she knew it would only lead to more. He was slightly stiff and first but then his arms snaked around her waist as a smile made its way across his face.

She looked up at him with her arms still around his neck and leaned up. She pushed her lips to his. At first his whole body tensed up, but then he relaxed…just as she pulled away with a slightly panicked look on her face. She looked at him and turned slightly red. Honestly, she had to stop losing her composure around him. It was just a kiss! And not even a real kiss to begin with.

He had a loose smile on his face and moved his hand from her waist to behind her neck and quickly pulled her face up to his again. Her mouth was slightly open due to the surprise of him grabbing her face and he took that as an open invitation for his tongue in her mouth. She gasped as she felt his tongue and then quickly responded.

Screw Viktor Krum. This was easily the best kiss she had ever had and it had been going for all of 10 seconds, at the most. She was brought out of these thought as she felt his tongue glide across the roof of her mouth and she let out a small moan. She pulled away from him. Despite how much she would have loved to continue what they were doing, if her father found out that he knew about her true past, let alone the plans for marriage, there would probably a small amount of hell to pay.

She pulled away and looked in his eyes as if to say sorry. She whispered a good night and attempted to go upstairs to bed. He couldn't believe she would just walk away. He quickly grabbed for her arm and pulled him back to her and kissed her quickly on the lips. She smiled at him and then ran upstairs leaving him standing by the dwindling fire.

Once she arrived in her room, she flopped down on her bed with a huge smile on her face. She really liked him. She seriously really did. And to think, mere hours before she had been looking down on him in a train compartment. Hopefully, her demeanor wouldn't fail around everyone else.

Hopefully, the only reason why she was like she was around him is because they were getting married. That was an odd thought for her. Marriage. It was really nice that he took it so well. It would be extremely hard for her to stay with someone who hated her. And it would be forever. Her father would never have allowed a divorce. And of course the unspoken expectancy of an heir. How could he not expect an heir? That is, after all, what pureblooded families did. They reproduced to keep the bloodline going. And this isn't just a bloodline. This would be the Dark Lord's own grandchild, preferably grandson, but either way, his grandchild.

Within minutes, she was changed and had slipped back into bed. She reached over and turned her light out. Her head was swimming with thoughts of her marriage to him. Of living in Malfoy Manor…number two of course and the wedding itself. Soon, she fell asleep.

He slowly came out of his trance and made his way back upstairs to where his room was. He walked slowly down the hallway. He looked towards her room. He considered going in there but then thought against it. She's probably really tired. He quietly opened his own door and made his way towards the bathroom. He quickly washed his face and brushed his teeth and made his way back into his room. He changed into a pair of boxers and laid down in his bed.

Thoughts very similar to hers were swimming through his head. He was actually kind of happy to be married to her, instead of someone like Pansy. Sure, Pansy was a good friend, very kind and loyal, but he could never stand being with her forever. She, on the other hand, was easy to talk to. She was smart and could hold up an intellectual conversation. She no longer had the air to prove she knew everything. She knew she was smart but tried not to rub it in your face unless you really deserved it.

He could deal living with a woman like her.

A/n: FIRST KISSSSSS. AHHH IT'S SO SHORT. DON'T SHOOT MEEE. My computer froze in the middle of typing this chapter so THAT WAS NICE but Word recovered the majority of it and I kind of lost most inspiration after that little incident SEEING AS IT IS NOT THE FIRST TIME THIS HAS HAPPENED. But I'll hopefully update soon, even though I have no inspiration and have no idea what I'm doing with this story. . ;