ENDING (sorry if it doesn't go the way you'd like, please review! They make my day )
A few days later they met at the tower.
He turned and leaned against the railing, watching her approach him with slow and sure steps.
Neither said anything as he wrapped her in his arms, and she wrapped hers around his neck running one hand through his hand as he held her close.
It was their final farewell to their friendship and blooming romance.
A quiet good bye as they held on to each other, neither wanting to break the silence and both reminiscing dozens of memories shared with each other.
They must have stayed like that for a while for by the time he had begun to let go her fingers were numb with cold.
Lifting her head from the crook his neck, she felt his large hands take her own much smaller ones and spreading warmth up from her wrists will her fingertips as he held and blew his hot breath on them.
Their eyes met and winter grey met autumn brown.
His sleeves had shifted and she caught sight of the mark on his left arm, gazing at it openly with a sort of sad and wistful frown. He didn't care enough to tell her to stop so instead he focused on drinking up and memorizing every detail of her face, from the way her brown curls moved in the wind to the slight crease by her eyes when she blinked.
He committed each and every detail to his memory; despite knowing it would be no use soon.
Finally, she withdrew her hands and he tilted her face to him gently with his pale hands. He leaned forward and lifted her up easily, setting her up on the step so she stood taller than him.
A moment of silence passed before their lips met in a gentle and indulging slow dance. A French kiss so passionate that the cheeks of anyone watching no matter how lewd would have turned brighter than a tomato.
His left arm wound around her waist and gripped her side as his right buried itself in her long curly locks.
She rested her arms on his shoulders, one hand playing with his hair and the other around his neck, pulling him closer till their chests were pressed against each other tightly.
When all the breath had left their lungs, they leaned in for another and another after that. From slow and indulgent to heated and passionate, they kissed till their lips were raw and the Moon shone brightly behind them, illuminating their skin and casting the shadow of the lovers on the tower's old stone floor.
Then they parted and opened the tiny flasks of potion they had so carefully worked together concocting.
At the count of 3 they drank and then disposed of the flasks.
The potion had been set perfectly to begin to take effect 15 minutes after intake so as to give them enough time to return to their respective house dorms.
With a final kiss and goodbye they went their separate ways, each step forming another crack in their hearts.
When he reached his bed Draco Malfoy turned on his side and let a single tear roll onto his pillow, he could still smell her apple-scented shampoo on his fingertips.
When she reached her bed Hermione Granger faced the ceiling and covered her tearing eyes with her sleeved arm, taking in the last scent of mint soap her forbidden love had left.
Then the potion took effect.
As a set of grey eyes and a set of brown eyes closed, lulled to sleep by the potion, memories shared between Draco Lucius Malfoy the Slytherin Prince and Hermione Granger the Gryffindor Princess faded into the night of a full moon.
To his confusion, Draco smelled apples and Hermione mint when they take a sniff of their perfectly brewed Amortentia.