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.X: awwww that is the best thing anyone has ever said about this fic! You don't even know how much that means to me, and it gave me a huge confidence booster to finish this chappie. You don't really need to give me advice, though I wouldn't complain if you did. It's sad that you can't write stories, but you can totally find other ways of expressing myself. I mean, I don't even just write ff. I also write poetry, and I sing...A LOT. Everywhere, actually, when I can. BTW, do you actually know where that quote's from? The 'in the name of god and all that is holy' thing? If not, go on and look up REJECTED. It should come up first. But only if you can handle it, so like, if you're 15 or older, I guess, or just generally if...how about this, if you saw Sweeney Todd, then you can definitely handle it. Hahaha, I wish I were Mrs. Malfoy too. God, the sex would be AMAZING. Ummm......anywho, thanks for reviewing and being awesome! Enjoy the chapter.

MysteryShadow101: Good, hannah montana is the epitome of evil. Also, I totally get the difficulty with writing people's feelings. Sometimes it's hard to explain and get into the right words. Yay! I enjoy snaps! Snaps to you for leaving me a review. I got a bunch this time, but most of them were the silly one-liners 'great chap, update soon!' 'I like it! MORE' Those bother me. Anyway, leave another at the end of *this* chapter and tell me what you think of it.

H.E.A.R.T.4.L.I.F.E: Sorry to disappoint, but it is Draco. I wasn't intending there to be any confusion on the front, so I might as well just tell you straight out. It's a good idea, but that's really not where I'm going with this story. Maybe if and when I get started on another one.....

Olioli80: Yeah, I thought that Harry shouldn't be so chill about it as I originally wanted him to be, so I'm glad you liked it. Which Romeo and Juliet? The modern-day one with Leonardo DeCaprio? Yes, he is a hottie... I love snails, and I didn't know they could sleep for that long! Incredible! Random fact of the day: x=[-b±√(b2-4ac)]/2a. YAY QUADRATIC FORMULA. And I agree, enjoying graphic scenes does not mean that you are a sicko. I personally love graphic scenes, but I'm in no way obsessed. Anywho, I love your reviews, so read and tell me what you thought!

RG: your review was amazing! I'm glad you liked the letters so much. They seemed kind of silly to me, but then again I read them so many times they lost all meaning, you know? Anywho, yeah, isn't that INCREDIBLY SEXY. Hehehehe *smirks in a surprising imitation of Malfoy* If you thought that was hot...well...read on and enjoy.

HPGW4eva: Yeah, I figured Hermione should have an ally...especially for the future... and of course as for the smile on your face, now you know how I am when I read your updates *winks*. And I LOVE that idea! Let me know ASAP when you do that. You're the best, you know that? *hugs* Alright, thanks for reviewing and enjoy that chappie!

Warning: towards the end of this chapter, things get a little more heated than just snogging, just a tad bit, so watch out if you don't like that.

Chapter 17: Look and See

Before Hermione could do or say anything, his lips connected with her skin. It was a surprise, but she wasn't complaining. He left wet, open-mouthed kisses along her shoulder, traveling toward her neck. She tilted her head to give him more access. Each kiss made Hermione shiver, and she had to remind herself to breath. As his mouth moved up her neck she leaned back into him, and his hands found her hips, holding her in place.

Hermione's breath was coming in shallow pants by the time he took her earlobe into his mouth and suckled lightly. She let out an involuntary moan, her hands gripping the railing tightly.

Slowly, Hermione turned in his arms to face him. She looked into his liquid silver eyes and found she couldn't think of anything to say. Not that she felt the need to say anything, but she wasn't sure of what else to do.

"Well hello to you too," she breathed.

He smirked, that annoying yet tantalizing smirk of his. "I missed you."

"Really? I couldn't tell."

"Is it warm out here or is it just me?"

"Well, I think they've placed a heating charm on the balcony, because there's no way it's this warm outside normally in January, unless of course you lived in the southern hemisphere, in which case it's summer right now, so you probably—"

"Would you shut up?" he murmured as he leaned into her.

And then their lips met and that odd mango flavor seeped into her mouth as she tasted him and Hermione could barely remember a time when she hated him or despised him or disliked him in any way. He was just too good...

As she parted her lips to give his tongue entrance to her mouth, Draco's hands crept under the hem of her blouse, feeling the smooth skin of her hips and stomach. She whimpered into his mouth and he almost came undone. He pushed Hermione harder into the railing, trying to get as close as possible to her.

She was winding her fingers in his hair and moving her hands up and down his shoulders as their kiss deepened.

Until Hermione felt something hard pressing into her abdomen. For some reason this shocked her enough to pull back from the kiss and give him a questioning look. Draco, knowing she had noticed his erection, said nothing, simply kept moving his hands across her abdomen.

Then she looked at him amusedly as if she was going to laugh and leaned forward across his shoulder to murmur up into his ear.

"I'm not going to have sex with you."

Hermione wasn't exactly sure what possessed her to say this. Wasn't that what she wanted? Hadn't she been pining for him in just this way for almost a month? Yes, but she didn't want to just fall into his arms. She didn't want to be easy, and honestly she didn't know how serious he was, and Hermione wouldn't let herself be used...at least not completely. Most importantly, though, she wasn't sure if she trusted him, and that was why she held back.

Draco was initially surprised by this revelation, but found himself chuckling at her boldness. As she was about to pull back from him, he whispered in her own ear,

"Are you sure?"

And before she got the chance to answer he moved away from her ear and kissed her languorously. He made that single kiss as delicious as was possible for a Malfoy (which is saying something). Hermione knew what he was doing, because she felt her resolve weakening, but she went along with it. How could she keep herself from a kiss like that?

Finally Draco broke away. Hermione almost moaned at the loss. He knew it was the perfect timing, because now she wanted more. Draco understood perfectly how to get to women.

He asked again, his voice deep. "Are you sure?"

Hermione took a breath and looked at him. "Yes," she replied, though with less conviction than before.

And honestly, Draco was ok with that. Somehow, he had the feeling she wouldn't last too long, but Hermione was strong, and he didn't want to push her into anything. He could wait.

But Draco couldn't help but taunt her a bit. "You don't know what you're missing out on," he said, grinning.

"Oh, as if, Malfoy. Don't be so full of yourself."

His eyebrows shot up, but then he gave her a funny look.

"Draco," he spoke softly.

"What?"

"My name," he whispered as he bent to her neck, "is Draco."

Under normal circumstances, Hermione might have smiled in delight or clapped her hands at his permission for her to use his first name. However, with him peppering kisses down her neck, all she could do instead was sigh and repeat it.

"Draco," she purred. "Draco." It was a wonderful name. "Mmmmm...Draco?"

"Yes?" he mumbled against the skin at the base of her neck.

"I guess I...oh...I wouldn't mind...if you...ah...called me...Hermione." she gasped.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Hermione." He bit lightly at her collar bone.

She smirked. "The pleasure...mmm...is all mine, Draco."

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"Boomslang skin and what?"

"And scarab beetles. Then you stir it for 5 minutes counterclockwise."

"Right, thanks." Draco said. After a moment he spoke again. "How long is yours by now?"

"A foot and a half...why?" Greg asked

"Damn, you write so much faster than I do."

"Well sorry, your majesty. I'll be sure to write a bit slower next time, to boost your ego some more."

They grinned at each other. "You know I'm just messing, right, Greg?"

"Of course I know you're messing. If you weren't, I wouldn't put up with it long enough to be your friend in the first place. Now get back to work."

"Yes sir," Draco mumbled, chuckling.

Both of them bent over the table in the Head common room once more and started writing again. It was a very difficult essay on the Draught of the Living Dead, and they'd been at it for over an hour. The only thing that kept Draco focused was they're frequent bursts of conversation that helped let out a bit of steam.

Draco hoped Hermione wouldn't mind too much that they were technically in her 'space.' It was only that Greg had asked to come here to work, and writing an essay on a regular table is way easier than writing on a coffee table.

School had restarted with a pleasant bang for Draco. Rather than being sour that he was back in classes, he found himself generally in a good mood, especially in classes with Gryffindors. He loved to watch Hermione while she worked...

They had officially made plans to take a walk on the grounds Saturday afternoon. Hermione was finally going to show him how she saw the world.

Because that's why he was doing it. Draco was less interested in studying the clouds and breathing the air than finding out what exactly was going on in that enormous brain of hers when she sat beneath a square of sunlight through a window or leaned over the balcony to look out at the stars. He wanted in on what made her tick, and this was just the time to do it.

Sadly, he was spending less and less time with her lately. More and more of his evenings were stolen by Quidditch practice. Having lost their game against Ravenclaw 1st semester, the upcoming match with Gryffindor would decide if they made it to the next round or not.

Draco was disrupted from his thoughts—Potions related or otherwise—by a sudden light shining in front of him.

His hand shot for the wand in his pocket, thinking of surprise attacks, old debts, locked up foes...

But instead, he realized it was a large silver hawk that presented itself to them, settling on the back of the chair in front of the wall it had just flown through.

"Drake, meet me in the common room...NOW" a crisp voice spoke from the misty beak, and Draco realized it was from Blaise.

As the animal disappeared, Draco looked at Greg, who looked back, both with their eyebrows raised. Greg looked completely confused.

Draco grinned. "I guess I'll be going, then."

"Alright, I should probably take this to the library."

"Yeah, wouldn't want Hermione to come in here and discover it had been taken over by Slytherins." He chuckled.

Greg paused as he slung his bag over his shoulder. "Since when did you start calling her 'Hermione'?"

Draco panicked for a moment, but tried to keep his cool. "Since she told me I could. You know we've come to a truce. I can call her by her first name if I want." But Draco didn't make eye contact with his friend as he said this, looking around shiftily, and Greg recognized something was up.

As they made their way out of the Head common room into the hallway, Draco glanced at him and received a skeptical look. Draco rolled his eyes and sighed.

Maybe it wouldn't be the end of the world to let Greg in on whatever was going on. But now was not the time. "See you later, Greg," He yelled over his shoulder, going toward the dungeons as his friend turned down a hallway that would lead him to the library.

"Yeah, see you."

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"No way"

"Yes way"

"Are you kidding me?"

"Not kidding"

"Seriously?"

"Yes seriously! God, man, get it through your thick skull! Why on earth would I randomly lie to you about something like this?"

"Because you like being a prat and messing with my head."

Blaise considered him with a glint in his eye. "That's true, but not in this case."

Finally the idea sank in, and Draco's laugh resembled something like a woop as he bashed Blaise on the back, congratulating him. "Way to go, man! Way to seal the deal!"

Blaise laughed with him. Draco could clearly see the relief in his friend's eyes. It had finally happened. Balise had finally made a move on Pansy, and Pansy, being the girl she was, had by no means rejected him. "Besides, it took you long enough."

"Oh, shut it. It's not like you and goody-two-shoes. She's my friend. She's seen me at my worst, and yet—"

"And yet somehow they still like us, I know. And actually, it's just like me and 'goody-two-shoes.' Not only has she seen me at my worst, but she's been on the receiving end of most of my younger insanity and hatred. I have no idea what's in her head to actually make her forgive me for that, but—"

"But you're not complaining. Haha, you're right, mate." There was a pause where Draco looked around the green common room and noticed it was almost empty.

"Wait, it's already dinnertime!"

"I barely noticed."

Draco laughed. "Obviously...If you could kindly come down from cloud 9 and join us in the real world, I'd love to hear what happened this afternoon in greater detail at dinner."

Blaise grinned. "Let's go."

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"Would you hurry up in there?" Draco heard a muffled response. "What?!"

He heard a door crack open and Hermione's voice shout down to him. "Unlike you, I'm not naturally perfect, so excuse me for a few minutes while I try to look presentable."

Draco chuckled. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say there was a thinly veiled compliment in there." There was another noise. "What?"

"I said, come off it! Just stop pestering me for a minute and then I can have an actual conversation with you."

The door closed again, and Draco said to himself, though loudly enough for her to hear it, "Note that she does not actually refute my original point." If he listened carefully, he could have sworn he heard her grumble.

Another few minutes went by as Draco stood leaning against the back of the couch. He was really getting impatient. "God, woman, how long does it take for you to…"

The words died on his lips. Hermione had appeared at the top of the staircase. She was wearing a pair of light blue jeans that fit snugly on her thighs and a thin, white, embroidered short sleeve shirt that rested on the edges of her shoulders, showing a fair amount of cleavage without being at all indecent. The front strands of her hair were pulled back, giving her the look of having a brown lion's mane.

Wow he thought. It was the most eloquent thing his mind could come up with.

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Hermione hadn't really done anything special. Her hair was still somewhat frizzy. The jeans were her most comfortable and good for walking around outside. Admittedly she loved this shirt and wore it especially for the occasion, but now she regretted it.

Draco was looking at her in awe and hunger, and it was making her really uncomfortable. I'm not used to being stared at like this. What on earth is going through his head?

Hermione descended the steps quickly bending her head to look at the carpet and rubbing her neck awkwardly. She looked up again and was glad to see that the hunger in his face had fled and he was simply Draco again.

He finally seemed to wake from his trance and said, quieter than usual, "you look good."

"Er...thanks" she said.

"Aren't you going to be cold?"

"Well, there are these things called cloaks, actually. You wear them over your regular clothes, you see, and they keep you warm when you're outside."

Draco grinned and went along. "Really? I've never heard of these contraptions. How do they work?"

Hermione grabbed her cloak from the back of a chair. "Well you see, it is made of a thick fabric," she held it up for him, "and there are armholes where one puts their arms. Then there is a clasp at the front to keep it closed. You see?" She demonstrated, pulling on the heavy material.

"Fantastic! Did you create it yourself? I believe a patent is in order."

Hermione laughed this time, instead of responding. "Come on, Draco, let's get out of here."

"As you wish, my dear," he said, offering his arm. Hermione giggled, taking it, and together they left the Head common room.

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It was about 2 in the afternoon and both Hermione and Draco were lying outside in the grass staring at the clouds as they drifted past. They were alone, as no one else would risk the cold this time of year. Draco's hand shot up, pointing. "Hey, that one looks like a broomstick!"

Hermione swatted his arm, rolling her eyes. "Come on, Draco, that's not what I mean. Appreciate the clouds, don't just look at them as forms, as shapes to categorize."

He stayed quiet a minute longer, but then he turned to her, propping himself on his elbow. "Honestly, Hermione, I have no idea what you're talking about."

She sighed, without looking at him. How can I possibly explain it?

"Don't look at them as singular clouds. Take in the whole picture, and the minute details, at the same time."

She glanced at him. He was on his back again, but his head was turned toward her with an eyebrow cocked.

Hermione took a deep breath and tried to compose herself, to put her feelings and intuition into words.

"Look..." she started slowly. "Clouds aren't two-dimensional objects. They're not just white blobs. They move and change with gentle grace. Their colors vary in an uncapturable fluidity that shift with the angle of the sun. There is a sometimes sharp, but sometimes blurred contrast between them and the sky around them. And there's that perfectly charactered shade of blue straight up, and it fades out, descending on all sides into a pale yellow oblivion. It's not about looking at the sky. It's about seeing the sky, and every part of it at the same time, while simultaneously noticing the small details of color and shape and dimension."

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Draco was somewhat shocked at the words coming from her mouth. It was so eloquent and poetic and fantastical, that he was sure she was making it up, that it was a story-book view on the world. But when he chanced a look at her, those chocolate eyes were glinting in the sun as if she were wrapped in a wonderland of beauty.

So he tried...he tried to examine what she meant and internalize the words.

And then Draco looked back at the sky and suddenly knew exactly what she was talking about. In itself, the sky before him was spectacularly beautiful. It was never quite still, but the movements were so subtle one would not notice them unless they had a before and after photo. Even with the cold weather, he could see the difference in color at the peek of the sky compared to the edge of the horizon. He watched in wonder as the clouds he had once seen as simple chunks of gaseous water had transformed into 3D shapes, how they overlapped and merged and twisted, and the hues were different as his eyes traveled along one in particular. There were dips and shades and sides and...

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As Draco took all of this in, he unknowingly gasped, and Hermione knew she had succeeded. It gave her a jolt of pride to know that one could be taught to see things in such a way, and that she had been able to do so on as unlikely a person as Draco Malfoy.

But there was another test she wanted to see if he could pass. "Okay," she whispered, and he stirred. "Now I want you to sit up and use the same technique to look at the lake." He did as she told him and saw his eyes widen with a shine that used to belong solely to her. It was so bright she couldn't help but raise herself to a sitting position as well and gaze at him as he soaked it all in.

For the first time, Hermione really examined him. She hadn't been lying before when she said he was naturally perfect. Draco's face was chiseled and composed, his jaw firm and his cheekbones high. The usually stormy eyes were bright now, the streaks of blue reflecting the color of the sky. His skin was pale and smooth, his shoulders broad and toned.

Draco's platinum hair had been pushed into his eyes from the cold breeze and, without realizing what she was doing, Hermione reached up and pushed it back, running her fingers along his forehead.

Draco jumped somewhat and turned from the lake to her. Instead of his eyes fading again, they kept on shining that bright, yet greyish blue as he gazed at her. Hermione couldn't have stopped herself if she'd wanted to.

Without breaking eye contact until they were only an inch apart, Hermione leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the lips, cupping his cheek in her hand.

After a moment of kissing her softly, Draco caught her waist in one arm and dragged her closer while deepening the kiss slightly. The raspberry smell had been tempting him all afternoon, and as he kissed her, he let it wash over him in waves, savoring it the way he had learned to do with his surroundings.

Hermione was finding him just as tempting, and slowly, manipulatively, she lowered him down and lay across his chest, their upper bodies crushing into each other. Her arms found the grass on either side of his head as she tried not to wind him.

Draco, desperate now that he had had a taste of her warmth, slowly unclasped her cloak and wove his arms inside it. He was rewarded with her body heat warming his arms, as well as a shiver up her spine when he enclosed her waist.

Hermione moved her arms downward and began to massage his shoulders. They relaxed under her fingertips and Hermione could appreciate the muscles she had observed earlier.

She gasped into his mouth as his fingertips brushed the sensitive base of her back. They were icy cold, and Draco smirked, while pushing his hands further up her shirt. Hermione smirked right back and kissed him even more passionately, their tongues crashing together in a heated dance.

Slowly but surely, Draco's hand found their way up her spine and around to her sides. He brushed a thumb lightly over the side of each breast through her thin bra and Hermione moaned and bit his bottom lip, making Draco shiver in excitement.

Hermione could feel the wetness pooling between her thighs. It was of course inevitable with Draco tracing not ice, but fire down her sides and back. She began to move her own hands down his sides, feeling each and every muscle she could get her hands on and tracing them so tenderly that Draco growled. The sound resonated in both their chests.

Their mouths never stopped moving, tasting, eating at each other hungrily. Without another thought, Draco unclasped her bra and pushed the fabric away from the smooth skin of her back. Quicker now, feeling his erection getting harder by the minute, Draco's hands again sought the bare sides of her breasts and began to knead them.

Hermione whimpered at the feeling, but was wary now. From the moment he had opened her bra, she had begun to calculate. Hermione wasn't exactly complaining...this was better than anything she had ever dreamed of. Draco knew exactly what he was doing, and she loved every moment of it. But she had also truly meant that she was not going to have sex with him in the near future, and Hermione could see there was a fast approaching point of no return.

Still, how could she say no? Draco was a wonderful kisser. And she didn't want him to be upset with her for refusing him. But it wasn't a permanent refusal, only a temporary one.

Shifting Hermione's weight so that she wasn't pressed quite so hard against his body, Draco deftly reached his hands underneath her and brushed his thumbs over her hardened nipples.

Hermione moaned loudly, arching her back, then gasped and became rigid as a bored, before snapping up out of his arms into a kneeling position.

She was panting and completely aware that she probably looked much disheveled. They stared at one another for a minute, lust still plain in both their eyes, before Draco too sat up to kneel in front of her.

"Draco, I didn't mean to...you were just...and I didn't want...but please don't..."

"No, you're right. I know you meant that...I should have...It's just....I guess I got a bit carried away."

Hermione smiled at him. "It's ok. So did I."

"I'm sorry, I just—"

"Hey," she reached forward and placed two fingers on the warm skin of his jaw line. "Chill." She said, matter-of-factly. "It's no big deal. So we're a little hormonal, you a bit more than me. I'm cool with what just happened, so stop worrying about it, you big lug."

Draco laughed, letting out some steam, then gave her a once-over. "Um, Hermione?"

"Yeah?"

"I think you should probably...er..."

Hermione looked down at herself and blushed brightly. Her shirt had inadvertently been pulled up past her waist. Her cloak was still on, but twisted in a funny angle and very crinkled.

She stood as she fixed herself up. "You're not exactly looking the most poised yourself," she smirked.

Draco's light blue long-sleeve shirt was wrinkled and his hair was mussed, with flecks of dirt and grass in it.

He too stood and began to straighten himself out. "Well neither of us wants to go inside looking like..." He paused.

"Like what?" she prompted.

"Well, like we were just in a rather intensive snogging session."

"Hate to break it to you, Draco, but we were in a rather intensive snogging session, if you didn't notice." Hermione, having fixed her clothes, moved her palms over the top of her head to flatten her hair, then moved them to her face, rubbing her eyes and the rest of her face, trying to recapture some semblance of calmness in her composure.

Draco snorted. "Be that as it may, I doubt we want anyone else to actually know that."

"True," she muttered before taking her hands from her face. "Not exactly what I planned for a first date, but..."

"A what?"

"What?"

"You just said something about a first date."

"Well, I mean, isn't it..." Hermione paused, but decided to stand her ground and forge ahead. "Yes, Draco, I was under the impression that this was a date. Was I mistaken?"

"No, you most certainly were not. And it was a very lovely date, wasn't it, Miss Granger?"

"I yes, I quite agree."

She stepped forward and held up a hand to pluck the final loose pieces of grass from his hair. However, she paused mid-movement, feeling a bulge in his trousers. Instead of stepping back, however, she grinned up at him.

"You are bad."

Draco smirked and leaned in to murmur into her ear, "Oh you don't know just how bad I can be."

His tongue darted out and traced the shell of her ear, making Hermione's breath hitch, before he rapidly removed himself from her vacinity and walked toward the school, running his hands through his hair to get the last of the grass out.

Hermione stood there for a moment, dazed, her body tingling. Then she snapped back to awareness and jogged to catch up with him, flicking him in the back of the head as she approached. They both chuckled and headed back into the castle.

Neither noticed a small shadow standing behind one opened door, glaring at them with a piercing gaze.

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