I Don't Know You
Simple as that
He felt himself suddenly get up and head towards the door, feeling as if he was out of his own body, watching himself move and think.
At breakfast, nobody seemed to notice anything different about Draco. Everyone except Pansy.
His heart sank when he saw her. He had completely forgotten about her. It pained him to think just how close he had come to kissing Hermione when he had a girlfriend. And Hermione had Krum, or whatever was going on between them.
He was also a little surprised to find he had no feelings for Pansy at all anymore. It seemed odd to think it was only a week and a half ago that he had been so attracted to her. Strange how much he had grown up in such a short time.
Hermione was beginning to change his life, and Draco knew it.
It was a scary thought. His opinion of her had drastically altered. Was this really happening? He didn't even know what his feelings were towards her. He just knew they were no longer hate.
She seemed to be scared as well. Every so often over the next day or so he caught a glimpse of her at the Gryffindor table, looking highly distracted. He couldn't help but wonder if she was thinking about him.
When Breakfast was over, Draco made a mad dash for the door, hoping he wouldn't have to deal with his friends. He needed more time to digest what was going on with Hermione.
But unfortunately, Pansy cornered him in the halls.
"Hey, Draco," she batted her eyelashes.
She was clearly suggesting a make out session in the room of requirement, which had become a regular thing of theirs. He had never wanted to be around her less.
"Umm, I can't do anything right now, Pansy, I… have a lot of work to do," which was actually true, but he didn't plan on doing it right away.
"C'mon, Draco…" she teased, apparently under the impression that she was being sexy. She traced her finger lightly over his lips, moving dangerously close to him.
Just a little while ago he would have been under her spell. Not anymore.
He pulled away from her.
"Pansy, this isn't going to work," he said, making up his mind.
"What? What do you mean?" she snapped.
"I mean, us. I think it's time we… I guess… I'm ready to try new things."
"You mean new people? GODS, Draco! You fucking asshole!" she smacked him squarely across the cheek and stomped off, leaving the crowd of people who had been watching speechless.
He turned around and headed back for the common room, not in the mood to deal with stupid questions from stupid people. At the moment, that wasn't important at all.
He entered the common room and sat on the green sofa, not entirely sure what had come over him. He was glad that he had done it, though. Pansy really was a bitch. How could I ever have liked her?
Good riddance.
At that moment, Hermione entered their common room, and then stopped, noticing his presence.
"Why did you break up with Pansy?" she asked quietly.
This was unexpected…
"Oh, I don't know-"
"It didn't have anything to do with me did it?"
It never ceased to amaze him how right she was about absolutely everything.
He stood up, debating in his mind whether to be honest or not.
"Well-"
"Look, Malfoy," she said, back to last name terms, "I don't know what happened between us this morning, but…"
"But what?" he demanded, standing up to meet her eyes, desperate to connect with her again.
"I don't think it should continue."
"What? Why?"
"I just can't trust you after everything you've done. To be completely honest, I'm scared," the tone of her voice changed dramatically, "Scared that you're changing. Scared that I've been wrong all this time-"
He grabbed her arm forcefully, to keep her looking directly at him.
"It's me who's been wrong. I'm to blame."
"So am I. I didn't even try to get to know you, did I? I never gave you a chance."
"Neither did I! The only reason you hated me was because I was horrible to you. None of this is your fault."
"See this is what I'm talking about. Why are you suddenly so… decent? Am I dreaming? Has the world turned upside-down? I don't know what to think anymore-"
"Then don't think!"
She stood still. So still.
"It's…"
She looked straight into his eyes…
"as…"
He pulled her closer…
"simple…"
Closer…
"as…"
Even closer…
"that."
Too close…
Before he could think, before he knew what he was doing, he brought his lips to hers.
Then Draco's whole world was swept away in a matter of seconds. All that was left was his instincts.
He wrapped his arms around her waist, as she slowly, surely, began to kiss him back. He could feel her lips trembling as she brought her arms up to cling to his neck, making the connection stronger.
It was so different with her. He had had plenty of girlfriends, but none of them had been like this. They had never had this kind of chemistry.
At first it was lovely, and innocent, but soon they both lost control.
It became passionate, she parted her lips and permitted him to explore into her deeper. He wrapped his arms tighter, bringing her closer to him. Their bodies molded together like pieces of a puzzle.
Wild. They soon were against the wall. He pinned her in the corner, as she stroked her nails down his back, and he ran his fingers through her hair.
Then he dragged his lips, painfully slowly, down to the dent in her neck where it met her collarbone.
"Draco…" She suddenly stopped stroking his back.
"Yes?" he managed to say.
"Stop…This isn't right…"
He didn't.
"What happened… to not thinking…?" he breathed onto her skin.
"What about Viktor?" she moaned, trying to do the right thing, "and Ron?"
RON? This was too much for Draco.
He stopped, and stood up straight, his hands now at his side.
"Can't you just let go Hermione?"
"No, I can't!"
She flattened her now disheveled hair with her hand and stormed off into her room, slamming the door like a child.
No.
(A/N: Wow, I looked in my inbox and saw seven reviews at once! Thanks guys, keep it up. I have now finished the story, so updates will be fairly quick.)