The worlds left his lips and brought him back to reality. She would die for this. For this one moment she would pay greater than them all if he was to find out about it. His lips dragged down her neck as he sighed, resigned, and began to pull away.

"Don't, don't do that." She laid her hands on his chest and pushed him backwards, pushed him away from her, just enough to hold his eye contact. "I am perfectly capable of making decisions that are in my best interest. I highly doubt whatever it is you are sneaking around doing is going to impact whether or not I survive another year." He rolled his eyes and pushed off the bookshelf behind her, rubbing his face with his hands he walked backwards away from her, away from the pull of her. She bewitched him.

"You have no idea what you are even talking about." He crossed the room and grabbed his bag off the floor. He needed to get away.

"Tell me then." He could hear the frustration in her voice, could practically feel it coming off of her in waves. "Why don't you tell me any detail at all? I've already decided to"

"To what Granger? Help me with out helping me? Or just get close enough to where you can go and tell Potter everything. You already said you wanted to." He could feel the snarl on his face. She was here again, trying to wiggle her way in, and he couldn't bloody protect his own neck much less hers. She quickly approached him, the anger replaced frustration in her eyes and he stood tall, prepared for it. Yet the smack across his face, the burn on his skin as her hand quickly contacted his check. The sting, took him by surprise, brought him back to the now. He grabbed her arm as she tried to make contact with his chest.

"You do not get to presume to know what I am going to do. Nor berate me for anything I don't. I am here, I am taking this moment by moment and damn it to all you will not chastise me like a child over anything." He pulled her closer to him and wrapped his arms around her tightly, she stilled all movement and laid her head on his chest.

"When this is done you will hate me Hermione Granger." He said staring at the wall behind her.

"Then let me enjoy it now."

The water ran from the shower head, the sting of the hot water burned against her skin. She stood under the heavy pour allowing it to run down her.

She must be crazy. That was the only explanation.

She could feel a small tear escape and mix with the water that ran down her face. She felt ridiculous crying, there was nothing to cry about.

They had spent the rest of the evening reading, neither of them said another word, and for the first time the silence was glorious. When she yawned, he nodded and grabbed her hand leading her away, a simple kiss to her forehead at the door and they went their own ways.

It was the owl in her room.

The note from Harry, wishing her a happy Christmas, wishing that she was there with them. That had her hiding in the shower. If he ever found out what she had been doing while they were away.

She could hardly breath at the thought, how stupid could she be to think this was going to work, that this would be anything more once the week was up. It wasn't as if she could sneak away forever. They would eventually ask questions, surely?

Quickly she turned the water off and wrapped the towel around herself, wiping the steam off the mirror in front of her she stared at her reflection. She could still feel the strength in his hands, the way he pressed her body into his. His teeth grazing slightly at her neck. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply leaning over the sink. Her heart fluttered in her chest as the heat took over and flushed her cheeks. She would have stayed that way all night, stayed in that moment for eternity, a small smile played on her lips. For a moment he had been normal. For a moment he had felt real. She enjoyed it.

There was something coming, something she couldn't control. She could feel it in his gaze, what he was doing was going to be irreversible. It was something important enough that he would be punished severely for failing. He was obviously failing.

She sighed as she dried her hair, walking from the bath to her bed. There sat a black eagle owl, a small book beneath its claws. She stroked the bird's chest before it flew off and opened the book. A small not sat under the cover.

We will have to find a way to talk.

Owls might work for now.

You wanted to know more.

Draco.

With a trembling hand she looked at the cover of the book once more. A book on the first war.