MY LAST NAME

Chapter 8

The next morning Draco awoke from a deep sleep; he'd not had a nightmare-less sleep in a while, it felt nice to wake up not screaming, and sweating, and having to rush to the nearest toilet to throw up. He stretched among the patchwork quilts and looked out of his window. The sun shone brightly, and the sky was a vivid blue. He sat up and walked into the snug where he and Hermione had sat last night. He smiled at the memory, and his heart beat when he knew he was going to see her again. He walked through into the kitchen and saw her sat at the kitchen table, her head buried in a pile of assignments.

As soon as she heard Draco sneak up behind her, she stood up to turn to him. He had slept in the pyjama bottoms, but hadn't put on the shirt. His torso was perfectly sculpted, and long. She gasped as it took her breath away.

Draco smiled as Hermione's face blushed a delicate pink.

"The shirt didn't fit" he looked down

"Oh, I, I'm sorry about that" she fiddled with the top of her chair awkwardly. He laughed.

"Don't be. I'm going to apparate home, but I can bring some breakfast back after I've showered?" He walked a little closer to her.

"That sounds like a splendid idea" she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and smiled. He returned the smile, looked at her for a moment, and walked out of the kitchen.

Hermione placed the plates into the sink. Draco had brought around some amazingly tasty ingredients and had cooked eggs Benedict. She poured another pot of tea and carried it back over to the table. Draco placed down The Daily Prophet, and moved slightly so she could place the tray of tea down.

"That was, ridiculously delicious" Hermione complemented Draco, and sat down opposite him.

"Why thank you, Miss Granger" he poured her a cup of tea, and then himself. "It's the least I can do for letting me stay last night." He took a quick sip.

"You don't have to thank me at all" Hermione smiled taking her cup in both hands. She sighed. "Ugh, I have these assignments to assess today" her head flopped forward in defeat.

"Why don't you have a break, and show me around Cambridge?" Draco bent down, attempting to make eye contact with her. She looked up laughing.

"There really isn't that much to see, but we could go to London?" She suggested.

"Sound perfect" Draco placed his tea down. "Let's go."

Hermione didn't fancy apparating again, so they decided to take the train. Draco was fascinated by muggle transport, even though he'd travelled numerous times on the Hogwarts Express. Even so, he started getting agitated by the amount of time it took them to travel such a short distance. By the time they entered Paddington Station, Draco and Hermione had already talked the time away. As they walked around the busy streets of London, they both forgot all their problems. They visited Buckingham Palace and Draco paid for her meal at a very exclusive restaurant, before they visited the Globe Theatre where they watched Shakespeare's, A Midsummers Night Dream. Hermione rested her head against the train window,the night was drawing in quickly. She sighed a happy sigh, and turned to look at Draco, who was watching an elderly couple cosy up to one another. His face remained expressionless.

They both walked back to Hermione's quaint home, and Draco lingered at the bottom of the stairs.

"Are you not coming for tea?" She stopped and turned to him. He had his hands buried in a very expensive looking black coat. It was smart, and made him look very handsome.

"I should probably go home now" he half smiled at her. His heart heavy.

"Please, Draco. I don't want to be on my own again." Her arms fell to her side in defeat as she let her words pour out of her. "I'll only be going through some assignments, but you can borrow some of my books, or even watch television." The panic in her voice seeped through as he walked closer to her. "Please don't leave" she looked down. His finger softly cupped her chin as he lifted her head up. He was stood so close, she could feel his breath, his warm breath on her lips. As could he, and it made the hair on the back of his neck stand up.

"I won't leave you, Hermione Granger" he let go of her chin as she smiled. She turned and fumbled with her keys until her door opened.

Draco had started reading a muggle book of poems, whilst he watched Hermione as she sat at her desk. Her hair was up in a rough bun, held in place by a pencil. One knee was tucked under her chin, as her foot rested on her chair, the other swinging loosely behind her as she bit the end of her pen gently, thinking intensely. He couldn't fully absorb her beauty, her effortless beauty. She made a quaint groan before flopping her head onto her desk.

"Did I not teach my students anything" she mumbled, head still on her desk. He shut his book and slowly walked over to her desk. He looked down over her shoulder and quickly read a few pages.

"I'm afraid you haven't" he stood up as she turned round and slapped his arm playfully.

"It's not funny, I'm sat here, pulling my hair out, I have a deadline to meet, and most of them have handed me in garbage." She folded her arms.

And it was then Draco forgot who he was, he forgot who she was, and he forgot the consequences of what he was about to do.

He bent over and pulled her hands, beckoning her to stand up. She did so, looking at him, confused, but her heart was thumping, I'm sure she even heard it at one point.

Draco, still keeping hold of her left hand, tucked the troublesome piece of hair, gently behind her ear.

"They're not garbage" he whispered, their noses almost touching.

"The examiners have high, high expectations" Hermione's voice was distant and delicate. Draco smiled warmly at her, and placed his lips delicately upon hers. The connection was intense, but intensely beautiful. Their lips moved together, as Draco pulled Hermione in. He wrapped her arms around her waist, as she cupped his face gently with her hands. Their kisses soon became passionate and they both wanted each other like nothing they'd ever felt before. Their bodies burnt with excitement, with a thrill that seemed to breathe life into them once more. Draco had backed Hermione up to a wall, and had clasped his hand around the back of her neck, pushing their kisses closer, and more intimate. Hermione gasped as he kissed down her jawline, and onto her neck. Draco rose his arm above Hermione, trapping her; right in that moment, that second, she was his. And it felt good. He slowed down, their breaths heavy on one another. He looked into her eyes and kissed the corner of her mouth gently before she buried her head into his chest, and wrapped her warm arms around him. He hugged her back, his heart teaming with emotion. They stood still for a moment, before she let go, and walked back to her desk as if nothing had happened.

Draco walked and sat back down on the sofa, he picked up the muggle book of poems and ran his fingers through his hair before reading:

Bright Star

Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art —

Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night

And watching, with eternal lids apart,

Like Nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,

The moving waters at their priestlike task

Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,

Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask

Of snow upon the mountains and the moors —

No — yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,

Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,

To feel for ever its soft swell and fall,

Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,

Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,

And so live ever — or else swoon to death.

A/N Thank you all for your lovely feedback so far, and all the follows/ faves! I always try to write at least two chapters ahead of whenever I upload, and it's getting pretty spicy between them both. I still love to hear what you lot think so please keep the reviews coming :-) they mean a lot.

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