Secrets
Part Three
He strummed his fingers on his Transfiguration book, glancing at his watch for what seemed like the hundredth time. She'd be back soon, she was having a study session with some students in the Library, and then she had a meeting with the Headmaster, and the damn Common Room was still as full as it was an hour ago. Seemed not one person was heading to bed. Bloody inconsiderate if you ask him, of course he couldn't exactly tell them to clear off, so he and his girl could have some time alone, no matter how much he felt like telling them all to piss off.
"Are you even reading that?"
Harry's voice pulled Dean out of his pondering, "What was that?"
"Are you reading that?" Indicating the book, "I swear you haven't turned one page in the last half hour."
"Can't concentrate."
"Too many people?"
"Something like that," Dean remarked dryly.
"What's wrong buddy?" Seamus enquired.
"Just rather be doing something else…"
"Wouldn't we all."
Dean had to smile; he hoped he wasn't thinking about doing what he was, and with whom. It seemed like weeks since they had had some time away from everyone, sure they saw each other around everyone else, but that wasn't the same. Dean was rapidly reaching the same conclusion as Hermione. This being a secret had gone on long enough, while it was fun, and kind of exciting in the beginning. The gloss had worn off now, and it was just tiresome. Trying to find some abandoned corridor, just so he could bloody hold her hand, he wasn't getting nearly enough sleep – and not for good reasons! Staying up till late in the Common room, just waiting for her to get back, which made making it through the day near on impossible, and made it harder to study for the final exams that were just around the corner. Which also added a strain.
He decided that tonight he would talk to Hermione about telling them - enough was enough. Who cares if they didn't like it, they'd just have to live with it. He still heard everyone other than them saying how perfect Ron and Hermione would be, they just didn't see it like he did. Ron had had more than enough chances to tell Hermione how he felt, but it was his time now, Ron would just get over it. As would Harry and Ginny, not that it bothered him much what they thought of it, as for Seamus, well he had been questioning him for months as to why he hadn't got a girl, but he had one.
Just as he was about to give up all pretence of studying, she came in. Seeing them sitting at a table in the corner, she made her way over. As the only seat was next to Ron, she sat down next to him, Dean noticed a little bit of pinkness come over his cheeks. Definitely telling him soon. He did not want him fancying his girl.
"How's it going?" She asked, indicating their studying.
"Horrible," Ron replied, before Dean could open his mouth. "Going to be an all-nighter I think."
Crap.
Judging by the look of disappointment that flashed across her eyes, Hermione felt the same way.
"Well, in that case I think I'll head to bed," with a big yawn, "I'm beat. See you in the morning." A chorus of various good nights followed her, as she went up the stairs.
"Me too," Dean said, packing up his books. "Night guys," he finished, before heading up after her, waiting till he was out of sight till he started running up them.
She must have heard his footsteps, because she had stopped at the doorway that leads to the girls' stairs.
Quickly looking around, and not seeing anyone, he kissed her quickly, "See you in ten minutes."
"What? No!" She fiercely whispered, "It's too dangerous…"
"I'll be careful," cupping her face in his hands, "I think I shall go mad if I don't touch you soon."
"But you're touching me now."
Dean saw the smile on her lips and knew she had thought she had won. So he moved his hands from her face, and moved them around her back and to the front, dragging them down the sides of her breasts, towards to her hips, and hearing the sharp intake of breath, he knew he had won.
"Be careful," she urged him.
"Always are, you best being ready!" He finished as he walked to the boys' dorms.
Ok, so it was fifteen minutes later that he arrived. But he had to brush his teeth, put some deodorant on, so that he was fresh. Didn't want to smell or have bad breath. And then there was the task of flying his broom around the Gryffindor Tower, making sure to avoid all windows. It was all worth it though. To see her waiting at her window, and throwing it open so he could fly in. Dean realised how scared she was for him, when she wrapped her arms around him as soon as he was off his broom.
"Hey I'm sorry," Dean whispered in her ear, "I just really had to see you."
"Me too, but there has to be another way, I was so scared. It's so windy out, what if you'd fallen off? Or if a teacher had seen you?"
"Well, desperate times, call for desperate measures."
"Desperate huh?" Stepping back, she was such a tease sometimes, and she knew it. But Dean was to quick for her, and grabbed the tie of her robe, pulling her back.
"Absolutely," he said, undoing the tie, and pulling the robe open, and off her shoulders. Revealing the smallest nightgown he had ever seen. He looked up into Hermiones' smiling eyes.
"You like?"
He pulled her close, and said, "What do you think?" Starting to back her towards to her bed.
They would talk in the morning. He had more pressing matters to attend to.