Empty Classrooms

Potions the next day was, to say the least, horrible. The Slytherins were still laughing about Hermione's confession, but that wasn't the worst. The worst was that Malfoy wouldn't look at her, he wouldn't laugh with the rest of his house but he wouldn't look at her either. He simply listened to Snape, took notes, and was the model student. When the bell rang Malfoy stood and walk out of the class quickly as if he was avoiding someone. Pansy followed quickly after him, Hermione smirked a tiny bit. 'I wonder if he really likes her or just puts up with her for his father.' The day continued normally enough after potions. Classes, lunch, and then more classes.

It was the last class when something strange happened. "Thespell that you use to make your pillow turn into a cat is-" The door opened when McGonagall was saying. "Can I help you?" Draco Malfoy was standing in the door way.

"Uh... Professor Snape wants to see Hermione Granger for a second." He shuffled his feet, Hermione say his eyes flick to her then away. 'He's lying,' Hermione thought.

"Alright, just hurry back Miss Granger." McGonagall said then turned back to the class. "Anyways the word is..." Hermione tuned her out. Her gaze was locked on Malfoy's pale blue eyes.

When Hermione and Malfoy entered the hall Malfoy walked a little faster then Hermione. She glanced at his backside a few times and smirked, 'Nice butt... haha, dear god.' She decided that she was crazy, and laughed a little outloud. Malfoy turned and gave a her a bemused look.

"What's so funny, Granger?" He continued to walk without looking back, the entrance to the dungeons was coming up but he passed it by. Hermione stopped for a second.

"Did you miss the turn, Malfoy?" Hermione asked, her step hesitated.

Malfoy looked back at her giving her an annoyed look. "Do you honestly think that Snape wants to see you? Really, Hermione, use some of that intelligence everyone says you have." He looked back ahead, she followed him completely confused. They walked up to the north tower and Malfoy opened an empty class door. He gestured her in, she walked in completely confused.

"What's going on Malfoy?" Hermione asked, her hand twitched to her wand but she didn't take it out. Something felt wrong, besides the fact that Malfoy pulled her out of class and took her to a deserted classroom.

He sat on the edge of a desk, "You can call me Draco, that is my real name." He looked at her like she was stupid, she raised an eyebrow.

"Fine, if you insist. What's going on, Draco?" She asked, he gave her a satisfied smirk.

"Thank you, Hermione. I think we should talk without the chance of being interupted. Yesterday in the forest we were interupted by your... friends. But now we won't be." He smiled, it wasn't the usual annoying smirk, it was an honest to god smile. Hermione felt a slight chill run up her spine.

Hermione leaned against the wall and crossed her arms. "Alright, then talk. I'm missing transfiguration for this." She gave him cold eyes, Draco felt a similar chill run down his spine.

"It seems to me that we can't continue like we always have now that certain things have become apparent." He started, they both silently decided that this meeting would be very business like.

"Certainly, so then what do you expect us do?" Her eyes showed that she was feeling mischievious. Draco's eyes mirrored her's.

"Isn't the answer obvious to the brightest witch in our class?" He said quietly, Draco moved in one smooth motion. In seconds he was inches away from her. His pale, pale blue eyes looking deep into her warm brown ones. Draco touched her arm feather soft, then moved to cup her cheek. Hermione rested her head against his hand. He felt the warmth of her face against his hand and it made something inside his chest swell. Never had he felt this way with any other girl, especially not Pansy. Hermione made him feel warm while Pansy made his cold as ice.

Draco moved his face closer to Hermione's their lips were centimeters apart. Five centimeter, four centimeters, every second getting closer and closer. Hermione could feel the warmth of his lips against her's. Draco's bottom lip brushed her's, then contact. They kissed each other so deeply and so passionately that you'd think they had never kissed before. Her lips felt familiar to his, as if he had kissed them before. His hands slid down from her cheek, down her arm, and rested in the curve of her hip. That spot felt familar as well, almost as if she had been specifically designed for his hand, his mouth, and his body.

Hermione felt similar, she locked her arms around his neck and played with his bright blonde hair. They tasted each other thoroughly, it seemed like they were water to the other one after a long trek through the desert. They were so engrossed in the other's pressence that they didn't notice Filch opening the door.

"What are you two doing in here?" He wheezed, they jerked apart. It felt like they lost a little bit of their warmth.

"Testing each other, for an assignment." Hermione lied, it was the first thing that she could think of. '...Why'd I say that?' Draco looked at her and raised an eyebrow.

"Yup, an assignment. 'Cuse us." Draco grabbed her hand and pulled her past Filch, they ran down the hall away from him. They continued to run until they got to Hermione's classroom. Draco gave her a quick kiss then ran to his. Hermione felt her knees turn to water and had to lean against the wall for support. After a few seconds she stood, made sure her hair wasn't all messy and then entered the class again. Everyone glanced but then went back to their notes, no one noticed how Hermione vibrated happiness. No one, except Ron.