A./N.:Hello there! It's me again! Sorry about having not up-dated any sooner! "Ducks from rice pudding." I like rice pudding actually. Chocolate is better though. Enough of this, on with the story!

Chapter Eight

Weeks had passed since the time Hermione ran into Draco and he found out about Brielle. She still couldn't believe that he actually knew about Brielle! He had been staying with Brielle and her since the little 'inccedent' and was surprisingly ended up being a good father to her.

He would read to her at nights and even take the liberty to cook breakfast for the both of them. After a while, Hermione had set up a guest bedroom for him across the hall from her room. At first she had felt weary about having him around the house, but since she had to work must of the days, she diidn't really feel like burdening Mrs. Weasley any longer with watching Brielle.

That night, late after putting Brielle to bed, Hermione was sitting up in a chair next to the fireplace reading one of her most favorite books. The Pride and Prejudice, the best book Hermione had ever read, and now she was reading it again. More, like, the millionth time!

Draco thought the same too. He never said anything to her about it, being to afraid she would kick him out and he would never see Brielle again. He didn't know he could live without seeing her silvery little head bounce up and down when he would spoil her with sweets. Or that pretty little smile she always flashed his way when given the sweets.

Hermione was deeply inside her own little world at the moment and barely noticed the doors to the study creaking open. Draco leand into the door and tried to pick up any noise that Hermione was inside. He could only hear the crakling of the fire in the fireplace and the swift movement of the breeze as it pushed back the windows in an ever pleasing manner.

Though the wind strong and the fire burning, Draco was still able to pick up a noise or two telling him that Hermione was residing behind these very two doors. The first indication was the drop of a book and the last was when she gasped.

'Ah, shit!' Draco layed his head against the door again as he turnned one of the knobs.

He stood there in the doorway, waiting for Hermione to turn around at any minute and scold him for interupting her. Unexpectedly, Hermione didn't even give him a sign that she heard him enter.

Draco walked into the room and sat down in a cushioned armed chair across from Hermione, the fireplace lying between them.

He leaned into the chair and just watched her reading, her eyes were rapidly moving across the speed in record time and her very face was livid.

And he sat there like that. Just watching her in fascination as her face was growing more and more excited by the second.

Then he thought something. What was making her excited? What did she like to do? Her favorite foods? Her... love interests? Though he probably didn't know he wanted to find out what her love life was like. Potter was probably involved. As usual.

Deciding he had had enough of this awkward silence, even though it was only this way for him, because it seemed that Hermione might not even realize he was there. More or less sitting in front of her starring holes into eyes and body.

Standing from the most comfortable spot in the room, Draco walked over to her, dragging his feet as he went. He looked at her once before daring his life with what he was about to do next. Taking in a breath of air and hodling on to it for dear life, Draco pulled the thickly binded book from her small hands and threw it across the room.

Big mistake!

In the next few seconds, Hermione was on her feet and her hands were curled into fists as she angrily stepped towards Draco who had quickly walked to the other side of the room the moment she moved.

Very, big mistake on his part!

Draco stood his ground and held his head high with the air of a royal. Though not he was one. He waited patiently for Hermione's wrath of fury. And then it came.

"Why would you do that!" She raised her hand and was about to strike his cheek, but with one swift movment, Draco caught her wrist and held on with a firm grip.

Hermione's eyes widened with rage and began thrashing out at Draco. "Unhand me you...you...you..." She had no time to finish her speech of anger, really not even have the time to start one, before she felt a warm sensation on her lips.

She paused for a moment, not sure what was actually happening to her. Then it hit her like a brick in water. In a slight movement, Draco had turned themselves around and Hermione was now the one backed up into the corner and Draco pressing in on her.

His hands found themselves in her hair and under her chin. He tried to push them closer, if it's even possible to do that.

Hermione found herself leaning into Draco's warm body, and barely stiffled a moan as he opened her mouth with his tounge. She was lost. Lost and blind with passion and lost.

Lost in ecstacy.

Draco was surprised by her reaction, but it only encouraged him even more. He was pressing his body against hers with great friction creating between them.

Hermione's hands wandered around his neck and pilled him closer, getting as much of him as she could.In a matter of minutes, Hermione's eyes widened and her mind came back to reality.

She shoved Draco off of her and grabbed at her heart. Draco looked at her from where he ly on the floor, watching as her whole world was spinning around inside her head.

She couldn't breath. It felt like the air was being sucked right out of her. Just like being near a dementor. Those, she hadn't encountered since her school days at Hogwarts. And she chose not to see them again!

Out of no where, a bright light flashed. As bright as a glittering star, and the necklace that resided around Hermione's neck was giving out a strange aura that made Draco feel the world was coming to an end.

Then, it stopped. And nothing more became of it.

Hermione gasped for air like a fish just put back in the water after being caught by a fisherman.She clutched at the necklace and slid down the wall until she was sitting half way down the wall.

Draco jumped to his feet and ran towards Hermione, fearful that her life might be in danger and yet, being near her and helping her, made him feel closer to her then he ever had before in his life.

Hermione grabbed onto Draco's shirt as he picked her up and cradled her in his arms. Though they hadn't been getting along up until now, Hermione felt much safer in Draco's arms then if she would have experienced it alone.

Draco pulled her into him and his embrace seemed to calm her nerves, for she soon was fast asleep. Draco, deciding he would bring her to her room, left the room.

Window still wide open.

Fire crakling in the hearth.

And a story of love cast aside on the floor.

A./N.:There it is! Sorry if it wasn't as long as you guys might have hoped for, but I don't have the time right now to write a long chapter. So I most likely will be writing more chapters but they'll be shorter.

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