The cool nighttime air drifted through the slightly ajar window, fanning over Hermione's body as she lied awake, the darkness of the night engulfing her. Her index finger lightly traced over her lips, her mouth curving into a faint smile as the kiss replayed in her mind.

After Draco's touching words, a spirit was evoked within her, bringing her forward just as he leant forward, awakening the kaleidoscope of butterflies that had laid dormant in her belly. His lips were soft, and warm and inviting, and it had Hermione wracking her brain for the last time her embraces with Ron were this warm. Whenever she had kissed Ron, it was always in the presence of people, or his friends, to assert his possessiveness of her. His kisses were rough, and his lips were stiff and cold against hers, his tongue slimy in her mouth and tasting of alcohol. While Ron's kisses made her feel anxious, that kiss with Draco made her feel safe and warm and loved, even though she knew he didn't really love her, and it was just a spur of a moment thing.

"You're thinking about the kiss aren't you?" Draco's voice unexpectedly rang out in the darkness. Hermione sighed as she dropped her hand on the sheets. "Don't tell me you can read minds now." She deadpanned.

He chuckled briefly, before the silence consumed them once again.

"Just so you know, I didn't mean to do it." Hermione felt her . She bit down on her bottom lip, wishing for the crestfallen feeling to disappear. "Oh…" She said, her voice dripping with disappointment. Once again, silence rang out, the sounds of cars zooming by on the highway penetrating the thick silence.

"But did you like it? The kiss?"

Yes! Her heart yelled vehemently. No! Her mind screamed frantically.

"I-I really did…" She found herself speaking quietly into the dark. Her mind wanted to kick her in the stomach as hard as possible. Draco's presence suddenly felt overwhelming, like a shawl wrapped over her, constricting her breathing. She stood up and left the room, with the desire to get some fresh air into her quite empty lungs.

Slipping on a pair of slippers she had borrowed from Draco and one of Harry's very baggy jumpers over the oversized Nirvana t-shirt Draco had lent her, Hermione walked out of the bedroom, into the living room and out the front door. The cool spring gust hit her smack in the face, sending her brown tresses flying. She stood by the balcony overlooking the large, grassy field. She leant forward, her elbows resting on the metal railings. She closed her eyes, taking a deep intake of air. In and out, she breathed repeatedly until her breathing grew irregular, her sight obstructed by tears.

Just as the first tear slid down her face, she felt Draco pull her into a comforting embrace, his arms wrapped around her torso as Hermione stared at the empty field with blurry sight. The smell of his cologne wafted into her nostrils.

"I shouldn't be doing this?" She choked out.

"What?"

Hermione heaved a sigh. "Being in your apartment. Wearing your clothes. Sleeping in the same bed as you. Kissing you. Wishing that you liked the kiss as much as I did."

Draco sighed as well. "Who said I didn't like the kiss?" Hermione turned her head. Draco's face was once again indecipherable, his eyes dark and stony and his face neutral as he looked down at her. Hermione swallowed the lump forming in her throat. "Hermione, I don't know how often your prick of a boyfriend has told you this, but you're spectacularly beautiful. You took my breath away the first time I saw you at that party."

Hermione absorbed his words in silence. Beautiful… Boy were those words foreign! It wasn't often that she heard them uttered in her direction.

He continued. "Ron doesn't deserve to have somebody as spectacular as you. Hermione, I—"

"Who deserves me then?" She whispered, her words barely audible. It seemed that the nightly gust grew stronger and colder, as gooseflesh fanned out over her exposed skin. Nothing else was said for what felt like an eternity, an eternity Hermione spent staring out to the dark field as the weight of her question sat heavy on her heart, anticipation killing her, until softly, he broke the silence. "Whoever you choose to be deserving of your affections."

Hermione turned. Her eyes locked with Draco's, grey clashing with brown. Within the grey of his irises adoration was extremely apparent, like a diamond shining among a pile of rocks.

With that look in his eyes, something within her core set off, like a bomb. She cupped the back of his head, bringing his face forward so their lips met. Draco's eyes were wide with shock, before he began to ease into the fiery kiss, the world melting away into nothing around them.

What was to transpire next was something that would always remain in the forefront of Hermione's mind.

Partygoers had always had the proclivity for partaking in alcohol consumption and the use of illicit and sometimes dangerous substances. These substances had the power to alter the way one thought and take away one's ability to make rational decisions. Simply put, drunk people don't have the power to make good decisions.

Hermione was quite drunk that night, but it wasn't on alcohol or drugs. It was on a quite lethal drug called love.

The kiss deepened, her hands clinging to the back of his neck as she felt him nip at her bottom lip, his tongue slipping through her lips and into her mouth. She felt his large hand grip either side of her waist. After what felt like an eternity of kissing, they broke apart, chests heaving as they filled their lungs with the oxygen they had previously deprived themselves of. Hermione's hands fell away from his neck, and she took his hand, leading him back into the house where things escalated to greater heights, heights that Hermione secretly wanted to remain at.

She fell back on the mattress, with Draco hovering over her, his eyes dark with amorous desire… the same amorous desire that courses through Hermione's blood intoxicating her.

The clothes were eventually shedded, lying in a pile by the door, which was ajar, light from the hallway spilling into the dark room. Hermione was left in nothing but a white bra and underwear set, and a pair of socks as she passionately kissed Draco, who was left in a pair of boxer shorts, his hair dishevelled from the countless times Hermione ran her fingers through his silky blonde curls. Suddenly she was hit with an extreme sense of self consciousness. Hermione broke the kiss to snake her arms over her chest, the memories of Ron's comments on her body coming to mind.

"I wish you would start putting in as much work to get rid of that tummy as much as you do with those assignments."

"Why don't you have an ass like hers?""Fine. Eat like you don't look like a fucking pig already."

"I-I can't do this." Hermione said, as she began to rise from the bed, her previously possessed lust disappearing into nothing. She sat on the edge of the bed, her head bowed as she sobbed quietly.

Hermione felt disgusted and disappointed with herself. What was she thinking, moving so fast with Draco? He probably thought her cheap, and easy. Maybe Ron was right every time he called her a slag.

She didn't notice Draco, who knelt in front of her. "I understand if you don't want to continue with this." He said, cupping her face. He swiped at her tears with his thumb, wiping them away. He leant forward, and just as she flinched, placed a kiss on her cheek. Hermione bit her quivering lips. She clutched herself as though protecting herself from some unknown threat.

"Draco… I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't h-have—"

"No need to apologize to me, you don't owe me anything after all." He then got up, and picked his discarded pyjama bottoms from the floor before putting them on. "Just get some sleep okay?" Hermione nodded. Not bothering to put her night attire back on, Hermione slipped into the warm sheets, her head resting in the fluffy pillow. But despite the comfortable sleeping arrangement she couldn't get herself to sleep. Next to her she heard Draco's light breathing. She sighed.

Suddenly his arm snaked over her exposed waist and stomach, drawing her into him so her back was pressed against his chest, his warmth and comforting smell hitting her with a wave of drowsiness. She felt his lips brush against her necks, littering her skin with a series of kisses, each one making her heart soar. One… two… three… four… five… six… seven… eight kisses, she counted in total.

Just before she drifted off into a comfortable slumber, she thought perhaps that sleeping with him would've been nice.


Authors Note

I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I know it's been a while my lovelies but I've been debating whether or not to scrap this fic, thus the long wait. forgive me please (̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥)