Perfect

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Hermione and Draco stumbled blindly for a minute before Hermione felt the hard stone wall crash sharply against her back, assuring them both that they would be well-supported.

Hermione reached up, tentatively weaving her hands through Draco's silky hair as he grabbed her roughly around the waist and dragged her closer to him, sending an electric shock surging throughout Hermione's body. It was the most intimate moment she had ever shared with a boy and the situation was both thrilling and terrifying.

Still grasping on to one another, the pair stumbled through the room, tumbling messily onto the couch in a tangle of limbs. Hermione was surprised to find herself somewhat on top of Draco, her limbs jutting into him awkwardly, although oddly enough, the two of them seemed to fit together rather well. Hermione smiled.

"I wish I had done this sooner," she whispered in a deep, raspy voice she never even knew she possessed.

Draco smiled, delighting in the tingling that the tone sent shooting down his spine. Wrapping his arms around her slim shoulders, Draco pulled her down gently, answering her question with another kiss.

Hermione and Draco stayed entwined together for the next few minutes, enjoying the feeling of eachother for the first time. Hermione, who had never done anything remotely like it, began to think distantly of her parents. They had always been supportive of all of her endeavors, academic and otherwise, but she couldn't help but think that this wasn't the kind of situation they would approve of. For the first time in her life though, she didn't care one bit. It was exactly what she wanted. After a minute however, Draco pulled away, burying his face in Hermione's bushy hair.

"You know," he began huskily, "we have a whole week together." Something in Draco's tone was overly suggestive and made Hermione blush hotly.

Snuggling into him, Hermione allowed him to adjust their positions so that they were on their sides, Draco's arm wrapped tightly around Hermione's shoulders. Thank God it's a wide couch, Hermione mused silently, figuring that even if it was a tiny couch things wouldn't necessarily have to be worse.

"I'm so glad we do," Hermione supplied after a minute, figuring the situation warranted a reply of some sort. Draco smiled contentedly, trying to conceal his somewhat-obvious arousal at the sudden proximity of Hermione. Hermione didn't seem to notice though, as she had closed her eyes and wiggled even closer to Draco, delighting in the warmth of his breath on her neck which made her want him even more. After a minute, Draco propped himself up on his elbow, staring down at Hermione who looked so vulnerable and beautiful lying below him. He wanted her so badly it was ridiculous. Who would have thought that after all the years of insults and taunting they would end up like this? Certainly not him.

"You know I'll be here for you—if you ever need me," Draco admitted seriously, wanting to make sure that she understood his commitment to her. She purred contentedly under the declaration, batting her long lashes up at him. Draco reached out, pushing back her hair to expose her creamy white neck. Then, leaning over he connected his lips with the spot just below her bottom jaw, moving upwards slowly until he reached her beautiful lips. Hermione beamed, tingling with every kiss, as a pleasurable shock passed through her entire body.

In response to his actions, Hermione turned so that she was facing him. He looked so protective, and so handsome, that Hermione didn't realize why she had never noticed Draco before. It was true that he had had an inclination towards bullying, but one would have thought that she would have noticed something about him, even if it was just in passing. Reaching up to give him a final kiss on the lips, Hermione buried her head into his chest, preparing for the peaceful night ahead.

Upon awakening, Hermione was startled to find her bedside companion was none other than the boy who she had thought hated her for the majority of her formative years. He was a mere inch or two away from her, his warm breath brushing against her neck. Hearing Hermione stirring next to him, Draco opened his eyes and smiled at Hermione's sleepy gaze, smiling drowsily at him in the gentle morning light.

"Good morning," Draco greeted sleepily, reaching out to wrap a strand of Hermione's hair around his finger.

"Morning," Hermione smiled, rolling slowly off the couch and righting herself, carefully smoothing out her wrinkled robes. "We should probably go see what's going on though."

Draco made a mock-agonized faced and copied Hermione's lead, standing up off the couch and straightening his robes. "If we must," he groaned, following Hermione as she made her way down to the Great Hall.

The halls were oddly quiet—like walking through an already-war-torn area, minus the bodies and carnage. Hermione kept expecting to see people—the first years idling around the entrance to the Great Hall, waiting for their friends to join them before walking in, the fifth years talking loudly as they walked through the halls in gaggles and the inevitable pair of lovebirds, tucked not-so-inconspicuously into a corner. It was strange without all of them around and Hermione found herself walking closer to Draco because of it. She didn't know what she expected—warmth, love, reassurance?—but she knew whatever it was, Draco was currently fulfilling it. So it was with no hesitation that the pair walked in to the Great Hall, fully anticipating a crowd for breakfast. Because even if there was an evacuation going on, people would still have to eat anyway. The ones staying behind, at least for now, right?

Wrong.

As Draco reached out to pull open the doors to the Great Hall, both he and Hermione were surprised to find absolutely no one there. Hermione glanced quickly over to Draco, who was swiftly walking up through the tables, to where the staff usually sat. He reached the table, and turned to face Hermione, waving a note in front of her.

She scurried up towards him, eager to know what was going on.

As she ran up through the empty aisles, a pang of guilt swept over her. She hadn't spent one moment since the departure thinking about Harry, Ron or Ginny. She looked up towards the ceiling, which was now foggy, small snow drops falling down, permanently suspended in the air as salty tears formed into her eyes in remembrance of everything that happened since she had last been there.

Draco saw her stop, and hesitated before walking over to her. He knew that she would take the evacuation hard, especially with all of her friends leaving for the war, but he didn't quite know how to approach her. Would she even want someone coming over to her or would she prefer to be alone? Draco didn't know, but ambled over anyway, eager to help in any way he could.

Hermione swayed slightly, the full significance of the events hitting her all at once. She needed to sit down, and let it all out. She needed to cry about it, to be comforted, and then live her life the way she had always done; with laughter and happiness.

"I just—how—why did this have to happen?" Hermione moaned miserably, crashing into Draco's looming form. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as she continued to sob unreservedly into his robes.

"It's ok Hermione" Draco encouraged, patting down her fluffy burst of hair and rubbing her back soothingly as if reassuring her that things would be alright.

The pair stayed there, wrapped in eachother's arms until Hermione had stopped crying. It felt good to be with Draco, to be with someone who would keep her safe and stay close for as long as she wanted.

"Draco," She murmured, almost more to herself than to him. He shushed her, helping her to her feet and allowing her to compose herself slightly before presenting the letter.

Hermione straightened up immediately and asked, in squeaky voice,

"So, you want to read it or should I?"

"I'll do it," Draco said, leading her to one of the benches by a deserted table and sitting her down carefully. Then, when he was sure that all was okay, he cleared his throat and began.

To Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy:

I am pleased to tell you, that although this week was supposed to be busy for you, is now not so, because all the students have left. On being informed that they would be evacuated, most students decided to leave immediately. So you are free to leave tomorrow evening. Please tell your guardians that they will have to collect you.

Sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall

Draco put the letter down, grimacing at the implications. If Hermione's guardian (which would most likely be Molly Weasley seeing as her own parents were Muggles) came to get her, it would mean that Draco would have to spend the remainder of the week alone, since his father would wait until then to collect him. This meant of course one thing.

They only had tonight together.

"So—are you going to leave tomorrow?" Draco asked hesitantly. Hermione nodded, beaming.

"Of course! I might even get to see Ron, Harry and Ginny!" Draco nodded, finding his hand with hers.

"So, I guess that just leaves tonight then," he intoned suggestively. Hermione felt her face go beet red as the full meaning of this comment sunk in.

"I suppose it does," she replied after a moment's hesitation, willing her red cheeks to disappear. Draco smiled at her and the two slowly made their way back to their common room, Hermione's stomach churning nervously with every step she took. Once they were back in the room though she seemed to calm down a bit, watching as Draco went about creating the ideal ambiance.

"Well then, dinner is served!" Draco announced brightly, flicking his wand so that food immediately appeared on the table in front of them. The lights went out, only to be replaced by various, well-positioned candles. The fire was roaring, and a table appeared in front of them, with plates, cutlery and a gorgeous white rose placed in the middle. It was romantic. It was perfect.

Draco offered his arm, and Hermione took it, as they walked slowly over to the table.

"Oh Draco," Hermione whispered, unable to articulate the surge of emotions she felt. Why couldn't Ron or Harry do something like this?

Hermione was about to start thanking Draco for the umpteenth time, as he waved his wand and the table disappeared, but she was cut off by his lips crashing down on hers.

"I've wanted to do that all evening," he admitted, pulling away and smirking sneakily at her.

Hermione laughed, returning his kiss with one of her own. He was just so—surprising. How had she not realized him before? Well, it may have been because he used to be an asshole, she reminded herself, but quickly pushed that thought out of her head. She didn't want anything to spoil the mood. Things were just too—perfect. The lights were dimmed, and the fire was blazing, the aroma of the room was overwhelming. It was a glorious feeling, being there, being loved by somebody. Hermione felt on top of the world.

Before she knew it, they had made their way to the couch and were on top of each other, kissing fiercely.

Draco paused for only a moment, looking into her eyes, asking her if she wanted to carry on, to go any further….

Her eyes responded with a blaze of confidence.

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