A/N: I do not own anything involving with Harry Potter.


Chapter Fourteen: Good morning kiss?

Hermione slowly opened her eyes, not remembering her walk back to the girl's dormitory from the following night. Her dream still on her mind. Her mattress wasn't as soft as she remembered either. It was cold, and muscular. She raised her head slightly up to notice that she was laying on top of Draco. His bare chest moving slowly up and down as he breathed. Hermione stared at his perfect body, a smile forming as she did hadn't recalled falling asleep on him, or when his shirt was taken off.

She glanced at her watch. People were already going down for breakfast. She hadn't returned and Ginny was probably worried sick that something had happened. "Draco.." she said quietly, gently slapping his face.

"'Mione, I'm sleeping. Ten more minutes..." he mumbled, his arms, that were just to his sides, wrapped around Hermione's waist. Pulling her closer to where her face was only inches away from his.

"Draco..." she said, staring at his lips. "We have to go." his arms loosened around her waist but still kept a hold of her.

He suddenly shook his head. "Wha?" he opened his eyes and stared at her. "Hello. Waiting for a good morning kiss?"

Hermione blushed. "In your dreams, Malfoy! Actually you have had a death grip on me for the past five minutes." he suddenly realized his arms were wrapped around her and let go. She pulled up away from him, sitting down near his legs. "If I dare to ask, how did your shirt come off?"

"I got hot throughout the night, I guess it was your body heat." he smirked. "I didn't think you would mind."

She blushed again and shook her head. "We better go. Ginny is probably worried sick. I didn't mean to fall asleep! I'm sorry!"

"It's fine by me. I like having the company at night. I get lonely."

"Oh, well I'm glad I was able to keep you company." she stood up from the couch, trying to flatten out her robes. "I really need to go though. I'll see you later!" without thinking of what she were about to do, Hermione kissed Draco's forehead before he could stand up from the couch. After her lips left his forehead she stared at him for a second then rushed out of his room before he could call her back,

He sighed as he sat back down. "She's so perfect." he said, mumbling to himself.

Hermione rushed to the Gryffindor common room grabbing her schoolbag from the corner table. The common room was completely empty, the fire had burned down and some of the portraits still snored as she passed by. The Great Hall was loud enough to be heard from the second floor, the smell of eggs, sausages and pancakes traveling down the corridor to Hermione. Her stomach growled in hungry.

As soon as she entered the Hall her glance went to the Slytherin table, Draco was sitting beside Blaise and they were close together discussing something. Draco looked bothered as Blaise seemed to be comforting him. At the Gryffindor table, Ginny stood up as soon as she noticed Hermione walk through the door. Leaving the Gryffindor table, with a small plate in her hand she walked to Hermione.

"You! With me, now!" said Ginny as soon as she came in front of Hermione. She stared at Ginny for a moment, before Ginny brushed by her expecting her to follow. They walked to the nearest classroom. "Here is some breakfast." she passed the plate to Hermione, with a pancake and eggs on it.

"Thanks?" said Hermione confused sitting down at the nearest desk. "Why did you bring me here?"

"You should know perfectly well why! Where have you been?! I thought you were only going to be gone for a little while and you never show up for the rest of the night! What did you do?" she said all in one breath.

"You sound like my mother, Ginny. Calm down. Nothing happened!"

"How were you gone for the entire night?!" she asked, her voice clearly showing that she was becoming irritated. Knowing that Hermione wasn't telling her everything she wanted to know.

"Well it started out with me meeting him at our classroom. But then he took me someone else. Turns out he has his own little domoritory because most of the Slytherin's consider him to be a traitor so he created a new place for him to escape too... Ginny it was so nice. When I walked in his room there were balloons there and a banner was wrapped around them asking me to the Ball."

"AWW!" burst out Ginny, excitedly. "That is so adorable! I never would have thought Malfoy would of had a romantic side to him. That's unique too. What else happened? That can't be it."

"Well, we were just talking. I asked him what had happened to him near the end of the war.. Then we fell asleep on the couch together."

"That better be it." snapped Ginny. Hermione narrowed her eyes. "I know, you aren't like that. I was joking. Is that all that happened?"

"I had the most amazing dream about him too..." Hermione said, trailing off in thought of her dream. How her dress flowed in the grass behind her as she walked with Draco at Hogwart's grounds. How Draco kept hold of her as if he were afraid of loosing her at any moment. Making her feel like the most precious person in the world, his most prized possession. How when he kissed her, his soft lips were perfectly well with hers. The way his grey eyes looked at her like nothing else mattered in the world to him, but her. Most importantly, how perfect they were for one another. How Hermione hoped that Draco would some day realize that.

"Hermione!" Ginny said, snapping her fingers in front of Herimone's face. "Snap out of it."

She shook her head, trying to block the dream out of her mind for her to think. "Ginny.."

"Eat. You have to be starving." she said, pointing to the plate that was still full with the food.

"Tell me about Blaise." said Hermione as she began to eat her food.

"We are going to the ball together. This morning he found me when I was on my way here to get breakfast and hugged me. He didn't say anything to me, but hugged me for the longest time.. It was so strange. It was like something was the matter. Then he kissed me on my forehead and left." she shook her head, confused.

"That's strange." said Hermione as she tried to swallow the rest of the pancake. "So we need to find dresses!" she said excitedly, trying to think of a dress that she may already have. "It's a masquerade, I want to go over the top too."

"As do I. I don't really know if my parents have the money to go over the top for me though. I overheard McGonagall talking about how they were going to plan a day for us to go to Hogsmeade for the students to get dress robes. Apparently a shop is going to transfer from Diagon Alley so we don't have to go there." said Ginny in thought.

Hermione stopped listening as Ginny trailed on, she was thinking of the dress closet her mum had at home. She suddenly remembered where the white dress she wore in her dream came from. It was her mothers from when she had been younger.

"I've got it! Ginny! I've got the perfect dress for me!" she said happily, standing up from her chair and her grin from ear to ear.

Ginny sighed. "Now I need to find one.."

"I may be able to help!" Hermione pulled out a piece of parchment and her quill. "My mum has dresses that I can ask her to borrow."

"That would be incredible!"

Mum,

I was wondering about the white dress that you have in your closest. The dress you

never got to wear for your wedding. If you are willing, could I borrow it? Hogwarts is

having a Masquerade Ball. I think the dress would go perfect with the white mask

Grandmum sent me a few years ago from Venice. Ginny also needs a dress. Do you

think we may have a dress that she could borrow? She isn't sure if her parents have

money to just blow at the moment. Miss and love you! Tell Dad the same.

-Hermione

"There! I should have a reply from her by the morning. I only have the mask I'm going to wear.. We will still have to go to Hogsmeade to find you one. "

Ginny nodded. "I can manage with that. Thanks Hermione, I owe you!"

Hermione stared at her clock, for the first time she was late. "OH MY GOD! I'M LATE!" she left the letter on the table. "Mail that to my mum please!" she rushed out of the class room, rushing to Herbology.