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Chapter 16

Hermione POV

Hermione had never ben a girly girl, but that didn't mean she didn't want to be romanced from time to time. That was what she'd liked about Victor Krum. Was he smart? No. Did he have a good personality? No. Did he have a personality? No. But was he gentleman? Yes, and that made all the difference. So Hermione couldn't help the butterflies that fluttered about in her stomach when she heard someone throwing pebbles at her window. It could of course be a boyfriend of one of her roommates but she couldn't help but feel it was for her. In any case, throwing pebbles was a very romantic thing to do. Creeping to the window, a shy but happy smile gracing her face, she was inwardly very pleased to see none other than Draco Malfoy hovering on his broomstick a few meters away from her window, hand poised to throw another pebble. She eased her window open and leaned out.

"Draco?" She whispered wanting to be sure it truly was him. Though really, who else had that colour hair?

"The one and only." He replied gliding up to her window.

"What are you doing here?" She whispered.

"I wanted to see you." She blushed.

"Wait, shouldn't you be in the hospital wing?"

"Nothing gets past you does it?"

"You snuck out?"

"No. I just exited via the window."

Hermione laughed softly. She looked up at Draco warmly. The stars were really beautiful tonight and the light they cast over Draco seemed to soften his angular face.

"You know it's really nice out here." Draco started after a moment of soothing silence. He smiled mischievously and Hermione rolled her eyes knowing where this was going.

"Oh really?" she replied.

"Yep." He grinned.

"Well good for you." Draco flew closer to her window till he was hovering right outside.

"Well maybe you should come out here and see." Hermione's heart jumped excitedly. Yes! The romantic girl in her head screamed.

"Maybe you should be resting in the hospital wing." The rational Hermione replied.

"But where would be the fun in that?" Draco asked sarcastically. He jerked his head back out to the sky behind him. "Come out with me?"

"It's cold out." Rational Hermione made one last attempt.

"Well grab a coat because I'm not leaving you till you come out with me."

Rational Hermione wanted to argue that he should be in the hospital wing and that she should be in bed but she was sick of the word 'should'. With a smile she turned and quickly grabbed a coat from her wardrobe before moving to join him at the window.

"How do we do this?" she asked uncertainly as she walked back. If he thinks I'm jumping… Before she could finish that fearful thought she saw that Draco had maneuvered the broom so that she could easily slide on in front of him. Hermione sighed in exasperation. Draco offered her his hand.

"Trust me." He smiled. Hermione flashed back to the last time he'd said that. It had ended with him in the hospital. But I really want to go. Princess Hermione complained.

Taking his hand Hermione stuck one leg out the window and swung it over the broom in front of Draco. Sliding on- not to gracefully- she held the broom in a death grip.

Draco leant around her and put his hands over hers. Hermione didn't blush. She knew that Draco was doing it to warm and reassure her. She tried not to look down knowing that to do so would make her sick.

"You ready?" Draco whispered in her ear. Despite the coolness of his breath and the night air against her skin Hermione felt warm.

"Let's go."

Draco POV

I relished the feeling of having Hermione in my arms. Her back was pressed firmly against my chest and my face rested beside hers. We'd been flying around the school grounds for a good half an hour and I didn't want it to end. All too soon I flew Hermione back to her tower. She didn't immediately move to leave and I didn't encourage her to so we hovered slightly away from it in companionable silence simply looking out over the castle grounds.

"mmm." Hermione hummed tilting her head so it rested on my good shoulder. The sound was of pure contentment and I felt a swell of pride. Creeping my arms around her waist I pulled her closer and rested my head in her hair.

"Liking flying better huh?" I asked softly. She smiled lifting her gaze to meet my eyes.

"It's alright." She relented. I chuckled.

"I've never been this close to the stars." She admitted after awhile. I pondered this for a moment. I had in fact been much closer, flying to dangerous heights during my childhood, eager to test my boundaries and hoping they would be limitless.

"I've doing this for as long as I can remember." I whispered at last. She looked up at me with surprise. It was the first time I'd talked about my childhood to anyone. Not even Blaise though he'd been there to experience it. But for some reason I wanted to let her in. Tell her something to show her that there was more to me than the person she'd known for our time together at school.

"Yeah," she encouraged. I shrugged trying to make myself seem nonchalant.

"Yeah. Dad got me my first broom when I was 3 and every 2nd year after that he got me a new one. The manner, despite its size always felt too small when my parents," I paused fighting the trembling in my fingers. Malfoys didn't tremble. "When they fought. I could hear them from anywhere in the house. So I'd go outside and just, fly. For hours sometimes." I felt her fingers lace with mine and I looked down at them.

''Thank you Draco." She murmured. I knew she was thanking me for more than the flight and I gazed down at her upturned face.

"Your welcome." She was smiling at me, just like the way she had in my dream and I felt my head slowly incline towards hers.

BAM!

I nearly fell off the broom at the loud bang as the windows to Hermione's dorm were thrown open. We both looked up to see a rather red Ginny at the window.

"Oh, there you are." She said stupidly. Hermione looked at her questioningly and I resisted the urge to start shouting profanities at her. What did I do to make the world hate me?

"I should go in." Hermione whispered to me. I nodded stiffly in an effort to remain in control. Ginny backed away from the window as Hermione climbed back through.

"Goodnight Draco." She whispered turning back to me.

"Night Mione." I replied more mollified by her smile than I would ever admit.

I let my broom drift away from her window and unconsciously headed back to the hospital wing. Despite yet another interruption I felt happier than I'd been in along while, and that was something that would only ever be admitted in my head.

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