"Is it ok if I… ?"
"Yeah, don't worry, go on" she answered, and he rested his arm around her waist almost with awkwardness.
Since she had lied down against Draco, her back against his warm chest, seconds had been hours down their dark trap.
Awkward but delightful hours.
He did not change his mind, had made no move to push her away, nor did he let out any hurtful comment since. He just lied there, behind her, breathing with an unexpected serenity.
"That doesn't mean that any…"
"I know" she cut him off in a whisper. "We're just preventing each other from dying of cold."
"Yeah, exactly" she heard him answer, and the slight smile in his voice made her smile too.
She had rolled her hair into a side bun she kind of used as a pillow - to prevent him from choking in her curls - and her spine lied so close to his torso that she could feel the rise and fall of his calm breathing. He even had flexed his knees to match the shape of her legs, and his hips were pressed against her… Well.
Heat providing. Pure heat providing.
"What gave me away ?"
After hours-long, peaceful seconds she finally had dared the question she was dying to ask him.
"When ?" he just asked.
"Earlier, when I was invisible. You got your hands around my head and... suddenly you just happened to know it was me."
He answered without a hesitation.
"Your perfume."
"My... ?" she started, not understanding.
"That licorice-mint-something unmistakable scent you wear like, everyday." She actually felt the smirk in his voice when he added. "It's such a giveaway, you should probably not wear it on your invisible nights out."
"I don't wear any perfume, Malfoy. I never have."
He paused for a second, astounded, before retorting.
"Don't try to play me." He frowned. "I can even smell it right now, you…"
But at the second his nose brushed against the sensitive skin of her neck, Hermione's whole body shivered in a way that made both their hearts pound.
He backed off slightly, embarrassed, and she almost moaned at the loss of his warmth against her. Sorry, he probably wanted to whisper. And he withdrew his arm from around her waist, and she repressed a urge to hold it back.
She wanted to confront him, to ask him so many question on how she could smell like mint and stuff while not wearing any perfume. And since how long had he noticed that about her ? Since when was he paying any attention to anything, especially to people's scent ?
That made no sense.
She sighed in helplessness.
Was it really her scent ? Licorice and mint ?
No one had ever noticed it before…
"I'm cold again" she whispered in the heavy silence.
And he just pressed against her back again, without a word. Without his arm curling around her waist although she was dying for it.
But maybe it was time to stop waiting for things to happen.
Letting her arm go searching backward, she found his hand and grabbed it between her fingers. It was so ice cold she clenched her teeth softly.
And before he could utter anything stupid, Hermione brought back his hand around her waist, shoving it under her jumper to rest against the skin of her stomach.
"… really ?"
Draco's voice was a stunned whisper.
"You don't want your hand to get amputated because it died of cold, do you ?"
"No… I don't."
And he did not dare a further word.
And hours just passed.
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.
.
Hermione Granger was stuck down a hexed trap that was not meant to her, in the middle of a cold night of december, without maybe a single hope to get out one day.
She was lying on a cold, centuries-old, rock hard ground and her right wrist had even swelled a little because of the injury she had got from a quite dangerous fall. She was tired, and sore.
But none of those things had a place in her mind at that moment.
Not a single one.
All she had been thinking of for the past seconds - minutes, hours, eternity - was the slight, regular brushing of Draco Malfoy's fingers against the skin of her stomach. The warmth of his serene breath touching the skin of her neck, the slight pressure of his forehead resting against the back of her head. The weight of his arm around her waist that was so comforting, the soft rise and fall of his chest along her spine.
And those brushing fingers that were slowly heading upward, upward. One inch per hour maybe, disguised as an innocent motion due to his breathing, but definitely heading upward. Upward. And he was probably thinking she was asleep.
But she was not.
When the tips of Draco's finger reached the base of one of her breast, she summoned all of her nerve not to shiver under the slight touch. Especially because she was always braless under her night-outs jumper. Or especially because he started sketching the contours of that very base with the same soft, warm touch he had been for the past eternity.
You're asleep. You're asleep.
She almost bit the inside of her cheek to blood when she felt his mouth on her neck, brushing along with the same gentleness his fingers did, kissing so softly it felt like warm air.
And lava started flowing from inside her ribcage down her guts when he softly licked her sensitive skin, whispering in a delighted smile "you even taste like it…"
Licorice-mint-something.
And he cupped her breast gently, his thumb never stopping its slight brushing, and his kisses left delightful burns marks on the skin up her neck, along her hairline, around her ear.
She was all burns and contained shocks and repressed shivers as he kept going, and she was just letting him keep going, without making a single sound or move, and letting him keep going, ahead and ahead, and suddenly his hand left her breasts to try to slip inside her jeans.
Hermione made the greatest jump onward a lying down person could imagine making.
She turned to him, half up on her knees, an avoided heart-attack disguised as fury in her burning eyes.
"What do you think you're doing... ?" she asked after a second, her voice curved into a fake offence. Her heart was pounding so fast she was afraid he could hear it.
"I… okay, well, I did loose my temper. My bad" he stammered, raising both his hands in surrender.
And she narrowed her eyes to grunt with despise.
"Don't you ever try to take advantage of a girl who is asleep" she uttered.
"But… you were not."
And she opened her mouth in outrage to spat out denial. To shut up such impudence. How could he dare such impudence ? But words weren't making it past her lips because he was so right and it was so true, and she couldn't find anything to say because assuming was way too hard. Unthinkable. And here he was right in front of her, so lost, wanting her with such an obvious twinkle in his eyes, but how could she…
"You think way too much…" he murmured in a sad shake of his head.
The almost pitiful sigh he let out right after offended her, and by pure wounded pride her hand went flying to shut the bastard up. Again. But obviously he was way faster, again, and obviously he caught her mid-movement again, and while he let out in a tired smirk "at least that's your valid-one this time" he dragged her to him before she could react or get mad or even think and the kiss he gave her, grabbing her neck with that avid gentleness, the kiss she received just shut down her mind.
Finally.
And without thinking she closed her eyes. Without thinking she let her hands grab hold to his shirt in similar avidness.
No thought crossed her mind when she opened her lips to that soft, warm tongue pressing against them. And nor when those slender hands caught her waist and brought her closer, closest to him.
Her mind was empty as she gave herself away to that boy she had thought she hated, that boy whose hands slowly took off her vesture, slowly lied her down on the cold, centuries-old, rock hard ground of their dark trap. Of their hidden and timeless shelter.
And her mind stayed empty until the end, until he wrapped his arms around her shivering body, her serene, sated soul. And "thank you, protection spell" he was whispering in her ear he kissed one last time, and he lied his forehead against her curly hair, and "thank you" before he probably fell asleep in total wholeness.
And her mind was still empty as she fell asleep too.
A/N : Chapter 5/6 guys ! The last one is coming tomorrow. Sorry for all the waiting.
Hope you did not find this one too cheesy. I kind of did.
