A/N: Well another chapter is up and ready, hopefully I can keep working at this pace and finish this story up soon! Please spread the word of its return to fanfiction! And dedicated readers just keep reading and reviewing cause reviews are so encouraging and motivating!

Credits: J.K. Rowling, and if you don't know this by now, you're a dumbass! Seriously.

Chapter 19: Sins of the Flesh

Lavender, Ginny and Parvati were up as Lavender was telling Ginny and Parvati about her dream.

"So what do you think it all meant Lavender? What was that voice in the wind trying to tell you?"

Lavender brushed aside her long brown hair over her shoulder and shrugged, "I wish I knew. It's all very strange and odd isn't it."

"Well how did it end Lavender?" asked Parvati.

"Well, I just had closed my eyes on the edge of the cliff and I remembered what the elements give us…what their powers are. You see fire gives us warmth, water gives life, earth gives shelter and the wind sustains the other three elements. When I finally understood that, I felt it," she said excitedly.

"Felt what?" asked Ginny.

"The fifth element," replied Lavender.

Parvati and Ginny grew wide-eyed, "What's the fifth element?"

"The spirit," Lavender began, "the spirit is the source of magic, good and evil, love, hope, fear…everything we carry inside us. It's what makes us who we are, it brings out our true nature."

Lavender's eyes began to sadden, Ginny then walked over to her and placed a gentle hand on Lavender's shoulder, "What's wrong?"

Suddenly Lavender gasped and her eyes shut tight, "Lavender?" Parvati said racing to Lavender's other side.

When Lavender finally opened her eyes she looked at Ginny, "Oh, Ginny, I just saw something."

"What did you see?" asked Ginny.

"Your future."

Draco and Hermione were in a locked gaze that not even an apocalypse could break.

"We can't just sit here and look at each other all night," Draco said as he laid back on the bed.

Hermione bit her lip and sat at the edge of the bed beside Draco, "There is one thing," Hermione began as she too laid back on the bed beside Draco, "the demon that possessed you…wanted you to kill me, right?"

"Yes," he replied sounding tired.

"When you began walking towards me," Hermione began as a knot formed in her stomach, little did she know Draco was getting one in his too at the thought of the memory Hermione was reliving, "I thought you were going to kill me but you didn't really want to kill me, did you?"

Draco sighed, "You ask too many bloody questions. What does it matter?" he said turning his head to look at Hermione who to him would now always look beautiful in his eyes, but he could never say so for both their sakes.

"Instead of trying to kill me, you kissed me," she said biting her lip again nervously.

"Must you relive it?" He said in a frustrating mumble.

"You kissed me as if you would never have a second chance to do so, as if it was something you wanted to do a million times before and never could."

Somehow I think that's the truth of it. He thought softly.

I know, I felt it. She thought back.

"But we can never kiss again, nor touch nor…"

"Love?" Hermione said finishing the sentence she knew Draco might've never finished.

"Is that what we did? You think we loved in that forest?" he asked.

"Do you?" she replied back.

Draco was getting frustrated beyond reason. How was he supposed to try and let what happened go if she keeps on talking more and more about it?

"Enough! Whether we loved or not, who knows…it was one time!" he began angrily as he got up from the bed and began walking around as he continued, "Why did I kiss you? Cause I could! I was able and I wanted to! Why did I want to? Cause…I knew no one could stop me and…"

You made me feel something I have never felt before about anyone. He thought, for saying it aloud just wasn't something he felt he could do.

Hermione knew what he meant. She kissed him back cause she wanted to, cause she could. There were no witnesses, no one to object and stand in the way. For reasons she couldn't explain, ever since the ball, she has felt something deep inside herself for the handsome Slytherin standing before her. She too had meant to suppress her feelings and she was managing it well, but that kiss they shared, that first real kiss opened up Pandora's Box and there was no closing it. Both she and Draco could not undo what has been done and honestly she didn't want to try to undo it.

I must be completely mental. She thought to herself.

"Why?" he asked aloud.

"I want you to kiss me again Draco."

Draco's heart dropped, that was the first time she had ever said his name and he had to admit, it sounded very good to him. He couldn't believe what he was hearing, he both loved it and hated it.

"Say I want to kiss you right now and have my way with you again right now more than anything I ever wanted, what would it all be for? You and I will one day be fighting on opposite sides, you and I have been destined to kill each other since our first year in this school. Why make the inevitable any more difficult?" He said leaning against the wall arms crossed.

"Is the future really written in stone? Or do we just carry the stone tablets bending over backwards so they don't fall and break in fear of then not knowing what is to come next? Having no more direction. Having to think for ourselves." Hermione said crisply.

"I'd find it hard to believe it was already written in my future that I was to be with you. That was in no one's plans, especially my own." Draco retorted.

"It wasn't in mine either believe me. Yet here is the honest problem, when the time came, could and would you really kill me?" Hermione asked standing up to face Draco.

Draco was silent, he couldn't even stand to look at Hermione. He'd rather punch a whole in the wall than answer. So that's what he decided to do.

"Why'd you-" Hermione began, but Draco interrupted her.

"Quiet! Just…don't say anymore."

"It's a stone wall."

Draco's knuckles were bleeding, Hermione went to reach out but Draco pulled away, "I know what it is. Just leave it alone. I'm going to bed."

Draco walked by Hermione quickly and sat on his side of the bed. He can't have her touch him. He'll lose his bearings if she did and then lord knows what would happen. He may have a strong will but he is still just a man, who happens to want the one woman he cant have, who just so happens to sleep in the same bed with him. Her skin on his will undo him, that's all it'll take, for he was rejecting her by hanging onto no more then a thread.

Hermione slowly slipped below her covers. Draco did the same, both of them silent and both of them wanting. But they knew, ultimately they knew their new feelings for each other would have to remain just that, feelings.

That night Hermione tossed and turned as she heard a voice in her head.

Show him compassion Hermione, love him, that is how you shall save him.

But I can't. He and I can never be.

I have not yet left you Hermione for I knew you would fear to show him compassion again.

What? You're the spirit that entered my body in the forest. How come you have not left me yet when I no longer am dreaming?

I exist beyond the dream plain. I exist in all plains.

I cannot do what you ask.

But you want to do it Hermione. I feel your desire for him. Your love.

I do not love him, I cannot!

But you do. That will not change just cause you wish it so.

Please, don't convince me otherwise.

It's not convincing you need Hermione.

What do you mean?

You need to let yourself go again like you did in the forest. Touch him because you can, kiss him because you can, love him…because you can.

This was not meant to be.

Says who?

Draco is right. We will fight against each other one day, why love the enemy? It will only bring misery.

Misery is something you bring upon yourself willingly. Besides, you already love him and he you. You are just both too proud to do anything more about it. If neither of you give in, you will both fall. Fear is a very powerful emotion, but it can be overpowered. Love him Hermione, touch him.

Hermione's heart began to race as she felt Draco stir, she grabbed her wand from her night table and silently removed the invisible wall. Draco turned over and Hermione could now see his face. She saw him so differently now. She wanted him. For the reasons she thought were right, she would've walked away from him, but if spirits are pushing her to not walk away, then perhaps…there must be a very important reason to not give up.

With a brave sigh, Hermione moved her hand over his hair and pushed back his bangs away from his face. She felt him stir underneath her touch and her heart jumped in her throat. She then passed her hand over his shoulder and down his arm, feeling the strength of his muscles, the softness of his skin, the warmth of his body. She was so lost in her senses that she didn't even realize Draco was awake and looking right at her.

Suddenly his hand grabbed her wrist and she looked into his eyes unable to speak for her pulse was too quick now.

"Don't even think of running now."

Hermione smirked, "Who said anything about running?"

Draco chuckled, he then raised himself up so he could look straight into Hermione's eyes, he gently raised a hand to her face, and leaned into her and placed a gentle kiss on her soft lips. He then pulled away a bit and said, "Thank you."

"For what?" Hermione asked in a low voice.

"For touching me."

A/N: Woot! Yay another chapter down! Please read and review! Please keep on reading and reviewing! Thanks for all your dedication!