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Hermione quickly raced up the staircase to the Fat Lady's portrait and saying the password quickly climbed inside. The common room was deserted at this hour so she quickly headed up to her dorm and, making sure that neither Pavarti or Lavender were looking, hid her bags in her trunk at the foot of her bed. Falling onto the bed utterly exhausted she stared at the canopy overhead and thought of the day's events. Had she really just ran away with Draco Malfoy for a whole day? And gotten away with it? How foolish had she been! What if they had been caught? What if someone found out? But she couldn't help the rush it had given her to see Draco's face in wonderment over the whole day. Had his parents really kept him away from the muggle side of the world that much? She turned on her side and smiled inwardly at the thought of his embarrassment in the knickers store. Of all the things, she never thought she'd do knickers shopping with Draco was at the top of the list and even then the fact that she had enjoyed it! And what about the kiss? Draco surely couldn't see her as anything more than Hermione Granger. The thought that even for a minute he could...could...what? Could be someone that she would...would what? She grabbed the pillow pulled it down over her face wanting to scream into it but not daring to at risk of raising the suspicions of Pavarti or Lavender.

Draco slowly made his way back to the dungeons rubbing his cheek and thinking about his and Hermione's day away. He berated himself for becoming so...so..what? Infatuated with her? Amazed by her? Intrigued by her? Yes that was it. He was intrigued by her that was all. Because surely the electric feeling he got every time that she touched his skin couldn't mean anything. Could it? No! It is forbidden! Don't even think it for a minute he continuously berated himself. What would father say? He would surely disown Draco in less than a heartbeat and yet he could still feel her lips on his cheek. Feel the softness of her hand pulling him around from store to store. He could still imagine her wearing the brazier and knickers she picked up that day and felt something stirring lower on his anatomy than he cared to admit. Was it lust? Surely that must be what it was. He would never even consider doing anything more than bedding Hermione Granger at risk of the hell it would bring down on him from his family. Draco shook his head to clear it as he stepped into his room only to find its cold bare walls even lonelier that what the Slytherin common room had been as he walked through it moments before. He sat on his bed and almost instantly stood up again and began to pace. What was he going to do? After pacing around his room for another 15 minutes he finally gave up and walked over to his desk. He quickly wrote a note to Hermione and folding it up placed it in the pouch attached to his owl and brought it over to the window to let it fly once again up to the Gryffindor towers.

Hermione sat in her bed rereading the same paragraph of the book she had not really been studying for the last hour. Pavarti and Lavender had already fallen asleep and she had sat there trying hard not think of Draco but her mind just kept slipping back to the fun she had enjoyed that day with him. Suddenly she heard a now familiar tap at the window behind her head and she nearly knocked over the stack of books on her nightstand trying to open the window so quickly. She felt her heart race as she saw Draco's owl once again waiting patiently for her to receive his note. After fumbling with the latch with shaking hands she finally managed to open it allow the owl to drop down onto her bed. With more bravery than she felt she removed the note from the leather pouched and opened it slowly reading Draco's finally tuned handwriting and feeling her heart leap into her throat.

Next time I suggest you aim better. My lips are closer to the front of my face. D.

Hermione felt her heart skip more than a few beats before she fetched a parchment and quill to write a response. She found her hand shaking as she began to write,

Next time? What makes you think there will be a next time? I'm not in the habit of kissing someone who wouldn't be able to return it. H.

Hermione quickly fed the owl a treat and slipped the note back into its pouch before sending it out the window yet again. She waited by the window, looking out at the empty sky before looking at the clock on her nightstand reading 12:01. There was still plenty of time for him to come up with a response, to write something. Hermione stared out the window a bit longer, eyeing the lake and the full moon hanging above it, it's reflection shining back at her. What was taking him so long, Hermione thought to herself after what seemed to be at least a half-hour. Looking at the clock again, Hermione felt absurd when she saw the time. 12:02. She waited a little longer before the owl returned with his response.

What makes you think I wouldn't return it? And I'm sure there will be a next time. I'm very hard to resist Ms.G. How is your new outfit working out? D.

Hermione felt herself turn a crimson red as she looked over at her trunk and thought of the bags inside it. She quickly wrote her response saying,

Wouldn't you like to know? And I'm sure I could resist you if...if I wanted to. H.

Before she could change her mind she gave the note back to the owl and ushered it out the window instantly regretting her response. What would she do if Draco denied her? What if this was all a trick as she had feared from the beginning and he was not going to break her...no she couldn't say he had her heart. Her attention, that was what Draco Malfoy had and nothing more. Hermione wrung her hands together waiting for the owl to return. She watched the hands tick by on the clock and waited. First 5 and then 10 minutes passed. After 20 she slowly felt the tears welling up in her eyes until she caught just the slightest flutter of wings in the distance and then nearly fell out of bed as she saw Draco's owl returning. She quickly pulled the note from its pouch and nearly dumped the entire jar of treats on the bed before opening the letter to read,

This is dangerous. For both of us. But I honestly can't say for a moment that I don't...enjoy our time together. That I am intrigued at where this is headed. I have a feeling you are too. My only question for you, Ms.G, is how far are you willing to go? When will it become to much for you? I cannot change who I am and you know this but I don't want to stop. When term begins everyone else is going to have to see the same old me and you or else it will reign suspicion and that is one thing we really don't need. We have two days left until break is over and if this is going to go any farther then we need a plan. D.
P.S. Do you feel it? When we touch?

Hermione felt a warmth flood through her entire body at his words. She bit the end of her quill as she tried to think of what to say. Should she tell him the truth? Should she stop the whole thing now and forget it ever happened? Hermione knew somewhere deep down that she couldn't stop now even if she wanted to and she didn't want to.

I agree it is dangerous but its...exhilarating too. I am intrigued and I do want this to continue. I know you cannot change who you are and I would never ask you too but I agree that we do need a plan. What would you suggest? I do feel it when we touch. Every time we touch. H.
P.S. Next time I won't miss.

Hermione's heart raced as she watched the owl fly toward the ground once more already impatient for Draco's response. She was thrilled when only a few minutes later the owl returned clearly getting annoyed at having to make the same short flight over and over again.

Good. As far as what we should do for a plan I have no idea. I want to meet you tomorrow someplace where we can talk and enjoy some...private time. Meet me at the Hogshead in Hogsmeade tomorrow morning after breakfast. I'll have us a room so we have some place quiet. Wear something green so the barkeep will know your there to see me and he'll send you to the right room. We can discuss it then. Sleep well Ms.G. Until tomorrow. D.

Until tomorrow. Sweet dreams. H.

Hermione closed the window and fell back onto her bed with a contented sigh as she wrapped her arms around her pillow and instantly fell asleep. She dreamed she was dancing by herself, wearing an elegant white ball gown in a ball room filled with giant ancient runes dancing around her. The music was a slow, soft beat that was unknown to her but yet strangely familiar. She felt herself glide around the room almost as if her feet weren't touching the ground at all and as she danced, she saw Draco standing watching her. Suddenly he grabbed her hand and they danced around the room watching as the runes glided around them changing colors over and over again. Suddenly Draco sent her into a twirl and she felt herself spinning around until suddenly the music stopped and she looked around the room to find it empty except a giant mirror in the middle of the floor. As she stepped over to it she saw that she was no longer wearing white but that her dress had turned to a deep gunmetal black that seemed to suck all the light out of the room around her. She watched in the mirror as Draco slowly walked up behind her and placed a silver tiara filled with dark green emeralds on her head and then whispered in her ear, "We all have darkness Hermione. Even you. How far are you willing to go?" Hermione woke with a start and a racing heart looking out the window to see that morning had just broken out across the Black Lake.