Secrets
Part Two
Despite not getting to bed till late or early rather, Hermiones' internal clock, still woke her at seven. She normally got up and got some studying in before breakfast most days, but today she was too comfortable to even think about moving. Her and Dean had dodged a nasty bullet this morning, if they hadn't woken up, anyone could have found them.
Not that she was ashamed of her relationship with Dean, gods she wanted to shout it from the Astronomy tower. She was the happiest she'd ever been. Being with Dean was incredible, fantastic, wonderful, spectacular, really she could think up adjectives all day long. The reason they weren't telling anyone, well she wasn't entirely sure why they were keeping it secret, they just didn't tell anyone when they started dating, and it was just going to be really awkward when they got around to it now.
It had taken a bit for Hermione to get used to the notion that she had a boyfriend. And it was Dean! She had not seen that one coming at all. Sure they had always been friends, they both grew up in the Muggle world, so they had that in common, and Dean was very smart, not many people saw it, but he was. It all kind of happened when they were paired for a project in Arithmancy, they had been working together in the library, looking back on it now, Hermione could see that they had been flirting. Little touches here and there, leaning over each other, when they could have asked the other to pass whatever it was over.
Then one day, they had gone searching through the stacks to find a book they needed, having found it Hermione reached up to grab it, couldn't quite get it, and Dean being the gentleman that he was, got it down. Hermione remembers turning around, and realising how close Dean was standing to her, backed back until she hit the bookshelf. Then Dean came forward and Hermione remembers then kissing Dean like she would die if they stopped.
She went to her dorm that night, wondering what it all meant, probably thinking on it too much. Surely it wouldn't have meant anything to him, so it was with a great deal of trepidation that she made it into the Great Hall the morning after, but she need not have worried, because Dean was nowhere to be seen. Hermione was then shocked when she was pulled into an empty classroom after leaving breakfast. It was Dean, and the look in his eyes alarmed her, he didn't seem like his normal calm self, then her kissed her, just as they had kissed the day before. And now they were still going on, five months later.
She was pretty sure she loved Dean, for awhile back in sixth year and before that, she had thought it would be Ron she would be with, the only guy she could ever see herself with. But when things with Dean happened, she realised that Ron and her were just destined to be friends, nothing more. It was supposed to be Dean - she knew that now.
After talking to some first years back in the Common Room, she finally made it down to breakfast, where the boys had already arrived and were greedily putting food down their throats like they would starve if they stopped.
"Good morning," she greeted as she sat down next to Ron, opposite Dean.
Ron grunted, Seamus just gave a small nod, Harry managed a small hello between mouthfuls, and Dean gave her a very quick wink, which no one but they noticed.
As she began putting some breakfast on her plate, she crossed her feet amongst Deans' ankles, which were coincidently crossed just in front of her spot on the bench. Looking up at him, she asked, "Sleep well?"
"Like a baby, you?"
"Likewise."
"Glad to hear it," sharing one last smile, they focused back on their breakfast. Hermione was finding it and harder to pretend that Dean was nothing more than a friend. One day soon, they would have to come out, and tell everyone. She couldn't pretend anymore.
As they neared the end of breakfast, the boys started a discussion about – what else, Quidditch. Hermione decided to quickly go to the library, before she had to be in potions. So after excusing herself, she made her way out of the Great Hall. Without realising it, she was in the same spot that Dean and her had first kissed. Looking up at the shelf in which the book they used was found, Hermione quickly located it. Smiling fondly at the memory it inspired, she gave a little jump, when she felt someone step close behind her.
"Need some help?"
"It's alright, I've read it before," turning around and smiling at him, "it's a bit boring."
"Boring?" Dean scoffed, "I think it will take offence to that, I've heard it can be quite stimulating." He looked around the book shelf, seeing some sixth year Ravenclaws at a table nearby, Dean quickly grabbed her hand and pulled her down between the shelves, towards the back of the library.
Leaning up against the back wall, "Stimulating you say?"
Dean moved closer, "Very, stimulating."
"Well, I should give it another go…" she said while winding her arms around his neck.
"I reckon you should," leaning down, and meeting her lips with his.
He put his hand on her lower back and pulled her body closer, as the kiss deepened. Hermione loved kissing Dean, he seemed to be able to read her body language perfectly, getting more passionate or backing off if she wasn't in the mood. As she moved one of her hands to cup the side of his chin, he moved their bodies back until they were supported by the wall, moving his hand down her back, till her found the back of her thigh, Hermione just started moving her legs apart to provide room for him to stand between when the bell rang, they had ten minutes to get to the dungeons. Time to stop.
Dean muttered a curse against her lips, reluctantly moving back, straightening up her clothes, as she smoothed her hair.
"Sorry…"
"Not your fault," Dean said, as they walked back to their bags.
"Last night as well," she said, as she picked up her bag.
"What about last night?"
"Getting back late, and being tired, you were so sweet waiting, and I ruined one of our only chances at privacy."
Pulling her back, "Last night was wonderful, just lying there with you was enough…"
"Really?" Not quite believing it, considering he had propositioned her in the third floor corridor last week.
"Well not every time," he corrected with a cheeky smile, "But I was really happy when I woke up this morning, because of last night."
Hermione beamed back at him, he really was incredible.
"Now we should get going before Snape gives us a month of detentions for being thirty seconds late."
Seeing that all the Ravenclaws had gone, Hermione realised that had better get going - they were really going to be late now. Dean apparently had drawn other conclusions. Pulling her to him for one last breathtaking kiss, "Just to hold us over."
"Come on, we have to go," she said dragging him out of the library.