"Your Smile
I Was Meant for You
You Mean The World To Me
I Fell In Love With You
I'm Happy
You and Me
You Fill My Heart
We'll Be Okay
What's Important To Me
I Remember"
'Draco, where are we going?' I ask. He is still holding my hand and leading me through the hall ways to some unknown place. Eventually we end up in front of a huge empty wall, I recognize this place and now I know where we're going.
The room of requirement?' I ask Draco surprised, 'what do you want to do in there?'
He smiles and let go of my hand.
'Wait,' he whispers mysterious and he starts to walk back and forth before the wall. Curiously I wait, my eyes stuck on Draco's focused face. I admit, I didn't expect him to be like this. I thought that the kiss was just a big mistake and that he would go back to being a dick again. But he is actually being very… kind. I smile at the thought .
'Hermione, come,' he smiles, waking me up from my thoughts. He takes my hand once more and takes me through the door that appeared before us. We end up in a small room with candle lights everywhere and a soft, delicious smell. In the middle of the room, there is a small table, set for two.
'Oh, my,' I whisper astonished. I look at Draco who is looking very nervous. Softly I place a kiss on his cheek and after that everything happens so fast. Before I know it, his lips are on mine and we are strangled in a passionate kiss. What is happening to me? Am I falling for him? Am I falling for this guy who has been our enemy for the last five years? I guess I am.
When he releases me, my cheeks are as red as a tomato. I look down at my hands and smile shy.
'Don't look away,' he whispers, raising my head with his long finger, 'you are beautiful when you blush.'
I smile at him and softly he caresses my cheek.
'Let's go have a drink, shall we,' he says.
'Draco, I've already eaten, you know that right?' I mumble after we have taken place at the table. He nods.
'I'm fully aware of that, but I just needed something romantic and this is what the room of requirement gave me. We can just drink some wine and spend our time here, we don't have to eat.'
I open my eyes, I can remember everything so clear. My hands go to the necklace which is tight around my neck. That's what he gave me the first night we got to spend together; a beautiful, carved necklace. He told me his dad gave it to his mom and his mom once passed it on to him, to give it to whoever he would fall for. Of course he knew that I wasn't the person his mother had in mind. We knew it wasn't okay for us to be together, but it felt so good and so harmless back then. Draco is doing what is right, I know he is. He has to join his father and the Dark Lord and we have to surrender. That's how it needs to be, but I can't let that happen. I am not going to give up, not now.
'Draco, no!' I shout, my voice sounds way stronger than I feel. He looks back at me and shakes his head. He knows it too, he knows that this is the end and he has already given up. I step forward and look the Dark Lord straight in to the eyes. I'm not going to succumb under his power.
'Look who decided to join us; Harry Potter's best friend. The mudblood,' Voldemort hisses. His cold and frightening voice makes me want to run, far away from here, but I won't. I am standing in the middle between 'good' and 'evil' as most people would call it, but Draco is not evil, I know it. Voldemort might be, but Draco is not.
'Hermione, don't,' Draco whispers hoarse. A grin appears on Voldemort his face and he starts to laugh. A cold and evil laugh which goes through bone and marrow.
'Love. The only thing stronger than fear. You want to be with Draco, don't you?' he says. A tear streams down my face. I feel totally miserable and I want to close my eyes again and drift off, back to the old and peaceful days. As I do, I hear footsteps coming closer.
We run through the streets of Hogsmeade, hidden behind our scarfs, which are pulled up to our noses, and our robes which cover our foreheads.
'We look like bandits,' I giggle, tightly holding on to Draco's warm hand. He grins at me and takes me in to a narrow alley.
'But we are, aren't we?' he whispers with his mysterious tone. I chuckle and look him into his grey eyes, which is the only part of his beautiful face that isn't covered, my second favorite part of his face. He looks around to see if there is no one around and pulls downs his scarf so I can see my first favorite part of his face; his lips.
'You know, though this whole hiding thing can be pretty exhausting, sometimes it's kind of fun,' he says.
'It's part of us,' I whisper, also pulling my scarf down and wiping my hair out of my face so I can see him properly.
'Won't they miss you?' Draco asks, referring to Harry and Ron, I shake my head and pull him a little closer.
'They won't, I've covered that,' I say. He smiles and wraps his arms around me.
'I've missed you,' he whispers softly, suddenly he is looking sad, 'everything is getting so harsh and I need you.'
Oh my dear Draco, what's wrong? I look at him and hug him tightly. He won't tell me what's going on. I know it's because he can't, but I need to know so I can help him. After a while I release him, taking his head between my hands.
'Draco, look at me, you know you can tell me right? I don't like seeing you like this. You're hurt, deeply. I want to help you,' I whisper.
'You can't Hermione, no one can. This is something I need to do on my own,' he says and with that I know this subject has been closed, again.
'I need to go,' I whisper.
'What? Already?' he asks. His eyes are standing sad and I really don't want to go. We knew we only had fifteen minutes, max. Time flies when I'm with him and it's just unfair that we don't get to spend more time with each other.
'When will I see you again?' he asks after a moment, I shrug my shoulders.
'I wish I knew,' I mumble. Saying goodbye gets harder every single time, because we don't know how long it is going to take before we'll get the opportunity again, to slip out of our lives for a moment and be together.
'I'll miss you,' he whispers. I feel tears lurking in my eyes and before they get the chance to slip out, I press my lips on his. And we're lost, lost in our own, sad love story.