Wow, I apologize for this chapter; it's way too short. On the bright side, I think it has a powerful ending, but only if you think about it :] Read, enjoy & review!
Her soft finger skimmed the outline of the side of my face, from temple to chin; a touch so chilling, yet it left my skin in disarray - her gentle touch was intoxicating, and it left me pleading for more. How I so wanted to open my eyes and see whose touch it was; how I so wanted to reach out for her hand; how I so wanted her. The touch was simply enticing, like a spell - only better, it was reality, I just knew it was reality, it had to be. The way her finger trailed down from my temple to my chin left what felt like electricity bouncing off my skin. And all too soon, it was gone, replaced by a cool breeze - perhaps I had left the window open once again. I waited; did she leave?
Reluctantly, I opened my eyes, taking time to adjust to the dark lighting, the only source of light was coming from the open window - figures, I didn't shut it, shocker. Had I dreamt it? The touch that left my skin tingling - still with a sensational feel. I raised my hand to the side of my face, it was warm - I liked it. I wonder who - wait; what in the world am I thinking? Am I really thinking about this? - It was a hallucination, wasn't it? It could not have been real; Draco Malfoy doesn't hallucinate ...
I argued with myself; I had just contradicted myself, oh, the confusion! I heaved a long, but near silent, sigh, placing the palm of my hand against my forehead, leaning forward. I felt my chest thumping with intensity - it felt, dare I say it, sensational, whatever it was. What am I saying? ... I mean, I don't ... I don't honestly think ... Draco Malfoy doesn't fall in love. Woah, love? - What am I thinking? I rubbed my temples, my mind was having arguments with itself, jeez. Who said anything about love? - My stupid guilty conscience. No, this isn't love, it was the most farthest thing from love, a mere hallucination; but I don't hallucinate, but it wasn't real, but what if it was?
Drat; to hell with it all! I tossed my covers off my body and threw my legs over the bed, and stood up, only to trip in the process. What in the - Granger?! What is she still doing here? Hadn't I dismissed her hours ago? Why is she wearing my robe? How in the world ... Oh, dear heavens, I haven't gone insane, have I? - My name is Draco Malfoy, I'm seventeen - and a half - I'm the Slytherin Prince; alright, I'm sane; great, the only problem now was I was seeing things.
I stared at her, leaning against the side of my bed, clutching onto the hem of my robe. Her mahogany hair framed her face and fell down her backside, just a hair's length away from touching the floor. I could see the tip of her wand from under my bed - it probably rolled under there somehow. I could see she was wearing a night gown - not a very bright idea, especially on Slytherin grounds, it was rather chilly in the nights. Her right hand lied atop of her thigh and I could see her feet poking out from under the robe - so, she was tall after all, I smirked. Her left hand remained on my mattress - I felt my heart flutter - her? She was the one skimming her finger along my face? Her?
The moon shined through the window - I really did have to close it and pull the curtain over it. I walked over across the room, my hands on the curtains. Looking outside, I saw the moonlight trailing over the river that ran by the castle, it was sparkling. The trees swayed ever so slightly from the near-winter breeze. It reminded me of the Gryffindor Palace Garden. My thoughts trailed back to that day, my hand still clinging onto the curtains. Gorgeous, beautiful, I was speechless; who knew Hermione Granger could pull off being all those? Then again, I didn't know her, I don't know her, and I don't think I will ever know her. Just the thought of her in that white-ivory gown gave me flutters. I was lost in my own little world. I wanted to feel her silky hair; the way it curled at the tips made it all the more beautiful. I wanted to embrace her, to feel her body against mine; I grasped the curtains tighter. I wanted to run my hands down her gown, feeling every curve of her body, to memorize her body so well I knew it by heart. I yearned to kiss her lips and feel her reciprocating. I want to look into her chocolate brown eyes and see my reflection in them, I want her eyes on me - and only me. Drat, this woman is ... This woman, this lady, this female, this girl, this princess, this heiress, this lass, my fiancee.
Out of shock, I opened my eyes and stared out into the horizon; my fiancee. I yearned for her.
I felt my knuckles clench and cramp; a shocked expression still upon my face. I gave her no reason to like me, but yet, I wanted her; I'm such a hypocrite. I looked down at my hands clenching the curtains. I pulled them together and let go slowly, the silk gliding off my hands and returning to cover the window. I sighed, just a curtain.
What did you think? I wasn't too proud of it, but I liked the last sentence, my total favorite; what about you? :] Okay, I promise, the next chapter will have a major Dramione moment ;] No, they're not getting married - not in Chapter 12 :] Let the fluff begin! Thanks for reviewing & stay tuned.