(A/N: Ok I am so I am trying to make up for not updating frequently and here's another chapter. Hope you enjoy it. The characters don't belong to me.)
"Hermione dear." Hermione's head shot up, she'd been so lost in her book she hadn't heard her name being called the first few times. "Hermione, you might want to wake up your friend, the library is closing in a few minutes."
Hermione refocused on reality enough to see that it was the younger librarian's assistant talking to her. The tall German witch looked much more intimidating that the usual librarian but it was only skin deep. Hermione had spent so much time here that she was on good terms with both women.
"He's not, we were just, and… wait, what time is it?" Hermione's mind jumped from denying the relationship she and Draco had to remembering that they had to patrol tonight.
"It's eleven." The brunette woman informed her, stifling a chuckle at the momentary panic that crossed the young Gryffindor's expression. She left her to wake the boy next to her, thinking how familiar that scene had felt. More than once had she caught students using the less traveled sections of the library for 'activities' and they all had the same string of responses and excused.
Hermione slid her shoes back on, stretching her arms above her head she felt her spine pop and her elbow crack. Satisfied with the loosening of her stiff arms she turned to see Draco watching her, the look on his face guilty, like a child that had been caught stealing from the cookie jar.
Draco had to take a few moments before he could speak again. His teenage brain was wide awake now, yet all cognitive function was stalled due to the lack of blood it was receiving. He'd found Hermione to be incredibly beautiful since the Yule Ball fourth year, when the image of her frizzy hair and buck teeth had been shattered by the soft curls and dazzling smile of the girl on Victor Krum's arm. After that night she returned to her plain uniform and mostly unmanageable curls but every boy in the school saw her differently now, Draco included.
She might not have realized it, but the way her stretching made her shirt come up just a bit and pulled the fabric of the shirt tighter against her chest. It was an intoxicating sign, seemingly innocent, which made it all the more attractive.
"Draco," she took his hand, his long fingers brushing against hers, "we have to go." She pulled him, gently, out of the library.
The hallway was empty, most of the paintings were asleep. Using a weak lumos Hermione shed a small bit of light on the space. It was quiet, just the sounds of snoozing portraits.
"Well, we better go back to our common rooms." Hermione stated, smiling weakly at him and shrugging her shoulders. She stood on her tiptoes to give him a kiss on the cheek, her hands using his shoulders for support. He turned his head at the last second, their lips connecting, a spark went through both of them. It was soft and his lips were gentle against hers, his hands gripped her upper arms first, sliding to her back as he deepened the kiss and pulled her closer. She let out a short gasp, their mouths still connected, before matching him, kissing was always a battle for them. She bit his lip before slipping her tongue between his lips. Their kiss continued, quietly so as to no disturb the portraits but still fueled by shared passion and determination to win this new battle.
These battles always had a winner, the first one to break the kiss lost. This time Hermione was the victor. Draco jumped back, a small noise of surprise coming from him as he looked, stunned, at the girl desperately trying not to laugh at his reaction. The small pinch to his rear wasn't painful but it was startling. Hermione was failing terribly at stifling her laughter, her giggling was rarely heard but it was incredibly girly.
"Alright cheater, let's get you back to your common room." He said, a genuine smile on his face, his eyes lightening as the smile reached them. He pulled her next to him and they began walking. It only took a few steps for the arm around her shoulders to slip down and cup her rear. When she looked at him, the playful accusatory look asked him for an explanation, he answered, "Payback."
The walk to the entrance of the Gryffindor common room was short, only a few minutes later were they standing just around the corner. Making sure no one was around Draco leaned down and took Hermione's head between his hands, kissing her softly, pulling away she could feel the longing in the kiss. He stood back up and instantly felt a tightness around his waist. Her head was resting just above his heart and her arms were hugging him.
"Hermione." Draco rubbed her back and hugged her back, pressing his face against the top of her head.
All of a sudden there was a creek as the portrait of the fat lady swung and then shut loudly. Draco jumped, and with incredible luck was able to jump behind one of the castles various suits of armor. In the darkness it was nearly impossible to see him.
"Hermione? Is that you?" It was Ginny Weasley, she was dressed in her pajamas and her hair was pulled up into a pony tail.
"Yes, sorry, I- I just got back from rounds."
"Yeah, I guess they just ran late, Ron told us that Malfoy was covering for him. That must have been fun." She commented sarcastically, both girls heading back into the common room. Hermione glanced backwards, catching the glint of Draco's grey eyes as he hid in the shadows.
Back in the common room Hermione found Ron and Harry waiting by the fireplace. Hermione didn't miss the Marauder's map tucked into Harry's shirt pocket. The group talked for a while, eventually ending with Hermione nagging the three Quidditch players to get to bed, they had a game tomorrow after all, and a good night's sleep would do wonders.
(A/N: Ok hope you enjoyed this chapter. Got some kinda cutsey Dramione. What do you guys think, who should Hermione tell first about her relationship with Draco, or does one of them already know? Hope you enjoyed this and please leave me reviews, even if it's just a 'I liked this chapter' comment, really know that people are enjoying the story helps me keep it going.)