A/N: Thanks to everyone who has reviewed this far and I hope you all stay with me through it all.

Disclaimer: I own no one but Talon and Jacoby. The rest belongs to the lovely J.K. Rowling.

Chapter 4

Hermione and Draco stayed at the Leaky Cauldron for three days, very much enjoying their time together. It would seem very strange to anyone other than the two of them. For them, it was comfort, a comfort neither had felt for a long time, if ever. They found that comfort in the company of each other and didn't plan on giving that up for anyone.

Draco had gotten out all of his money from his personal vault before his father had a chance to close it down. With that money in hand, him and Hermione went shopping and each had a completely new wardrobe by the end of the spree.

On the third day of their stay they sat on the bed talking like they did every night. It was these times that seemed to bring them even closer than either thought imaginable.

"I sometimes wonder if he ever loved me." Draco said. The thoughts and questions had been streaming through his head and one apparently came out in. He shook himself out of a daze and picked up a pumpkin Pastry.

"I sometimes wonder if maybe all of this was my fault." Hermione said staring at the wall with a look of someone who was talking to themselves out loud. "I don't know what happened to change it all. I wish I knew, then maybe perhaps I could fix it…I just wish I knew…" With her knees pulled to her chest she stared at the wall, unblinkingly.

Draco crawled across the bed till he was sitting in front of her. Her eyes didn't move. She just looked at Draco's shirt as if looking through him, at her spot on the peach colored wall. He reached a curved finger under her chin and lifted it, breaking her focus. She couldn't help looking into his eyes. Those beautiful gray eyes that had lost that cold, hard look when they focused in on her and her alone. "Hermione, this is not your fault, never was, never will be. You parents have some issues, that is obvious, but your not in control of those. You did nothing wrong and you couldn't have done anything to stop it from happening. Do you understand that?"

She looked at him for a second and finally gave a small nod.

"Good" was all that Draco said before getting up off of the bed on his way to the restroom. Hermione couldn't help but admire the view of Draco in his black silk pajama's that were anything but baggy. It was then that she did something that was very unlike her. She tilted her head a bit and licked her lips.

Draco apparently feeling the set of eyes on him, turned his head. Hermione was defiantly checking him out. The moment his eyes met hers, her face turned red and darted to the floor. "Wow, Hermione. I didn't think you were the type to check people shrugs but who can blame you?", a smirk spread across his face.

Hermione giggled a bit "Well Draco, you have a big head but a very nice body all the same. If you tell anyone I said that, I might have to hurt you ." A smile spread across her lips.

"You know, you are becoming more and more blunt as we go along. I think I'm a bad influence on you." He smiled and walked back to the bed, apparently forgetting all about the bathroom. He sat down once again, "Whatever happened to the quiet know it all, I used to pick on?"

"She got sick of being picked on I suppose." Hermione unnoticeably played with her lip ring as the silence seemed to take over.

After minutes of this painful quiet Draco pulled her hand away from her lip and leaned in, pressing his lips to hers. Hermione casually wrapped her arms around his neck as his went to her waist. Within minutes it seemed, Hermione lay under Draco's muscular exterior as their kisses deepened. He broke the kiss and moved to her neck as they clasped hands above her head. Head tilted, eyes closed, she lavished in the feel of his soft, wet lips kissing and sucking on her sensitive flesh.

Again contact was broken as Draco pulled off his shirt and launched it across the room. A gasp escaped Hermione's lips as he did this. She had never seen him without his shirt and hated that she had been missing out. Draco pulled back looking at her for a second then realized what she gasped about. His famous smirk covered his red, slightly swollen, lips.

On his chest there were numerous tattoos that she had never dreamed to be there. Right above where his bloody heart beat, a Dragon lay in a slight curl, smoke billowing from his nostrils. Under the tattoo, the words "Draco…Dragon" was done in cursive letters. A barbed wire tattoo went all the way around his upper arm. "Oh you like those? Look at this one." He turned around and she gasped once more as she looked upon the tattoo on his back. Giant Black ragged wings spread across his back.

After 5 minutes of staring , Draco finally turned around and smiled. "You and Talon are the only ones who know about these. I wish that I could show everyone but that would ruin my reputation." He laughed a bit and pointed at Hermione. "So when are you going to get a tattoo?"

Hermione looked at the wall then at him, "Actually I never really thought about it. Well I thought about my old one but getting one voluntarily? Hmmm…I might." A large yawn escaped her mouth and of course sent Draco into one of his own. "I am really tired…No, leave it off. I like it that way." she said with a smile as Draco went to put his shirt back on.

He obliged and threw it across the room again then climbing into the bed next to Hermione. They bid each other goodnight and slowly fell into peaceful sleep, only holding delightful dreams for them. That was until an owl tapped against the window, stirring the two. They exchanged worried glances.

"We've been found…." Draco said with worry flooding his voice.

A/N: Sorry bout the wait. Took me a while to write it and I still don't really like it, but it's okay. Review and Thanks.