A/N:

Because of your MANY reviews I got so inspired that this chapter just wrote itself.. Nearly.. Anyway, thank you for the comments on my idea for my next story, and for the few questions. You are still open to ask (:

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Chapter seventeen

The Astronomy Tower's view was great in the early morning of late May. The arising sun turned the sky into a lovely orange colour, and with no clouds in sight Draco knew it was going to be a sunny day.

It wasn't the first time Draco visited the tower in the early morning hours. He had done it frequently since they'd begun having Astrology classes up there at night. He had wondered how the view was in sunlight, and had therefore once sneaked up there.

He was hitting lightly on the strings of the guitar he had brought along with him. It made a sweet, little sound. A melody.

He had pursued the Muggle device from a street-seller in Hogsmeade last Summer. He'd taught himself how to play it. He didn't know, though, if he was good, since there were no one in the magical world he could compare to. Also, asking either Pansy or Blaise to hear him play on a Muggle device would make them angry, and they'd probably tell his father.

Draco played out a little melody he had composed himself. While he did so, he had a caramel and curly haired girl on his mind.

But why, he thought to himself, why is Hermione constantly on my mind?

Harry, Hermione and Ron were waiting outside classroom 3C on the Third Floor. They were having Defence Against the Dark Arts with Snape.

Ron was for the first time in his life excited about the class, but that was only because he got to see his girlfriend Pansy. It was still only Harry and Hermione who besides the couple knew about it. Pansy didn't have the guts to tell any of her friends.

"Enter," Professor Snape said as he approached the awaiting students. They all hurried in and nearly fell over each other.

Professor Snape asked them to sit in pairs, so as Ron ran over to Pansy, Harry and Hermione had to sit together. That wasn't bad though. Hermione had always thought herself a bit closer to Harry than Ron.

The duo did as Professor Snape told them to; rehearse to block unfriendly spells. That was something Hermione remembered having already in her Second Year, but since their teachers had come and went again, they had never had a steady year where they taught much. If it hadn't been for DA last year Hermione was sure they all would have failed the class.

"Why is it so hard for you to admit?" Hermione whispered. They had rehearsed what they should and even read a twenty-page text about it, so Harry and Hermione were trying to have a conversation. Talking in Professor Snapes class was forbidden, and often ended with them getting their head slapped once or twice.

"Admit what?" Harry whispered back. He was looking in his book, pretending to still be reading though he had finished several of minutes ago.

"That you like her!"

"I like who?"

Hermione could tell that he was lying. He knew exactly who Hermione was talking about.

Hermione raised an eyebrow.

"Ginny, of course, dumb!"

In that moment Professor Snape walked by which also made Hermione pretend to be reading. Out of the corner of her eye she could see that the professor sent the duo strange looks. He was looking for any reason to hit them. When he didn't find any he continued to walk around.

"I don't like Ginny!" Harry whispered. He turned his head to make sure Snape wasn't looking.

"Come on, Harry. Ron is not around."

They both glared at their auburn haired friend who was seated a few tables away, working hard with Pansy. Once in a while they looked up at each other and smiled.

Not before in that moment Hermione believed they were actually dating. She had not been able to imagine Pansy as a kind person. Especially not towards Ron.

Harry mumbled something under his breath that Hermione did not catch.

"Sorry?"

Seconds went by where none of them spoke.

"All right.. I like her," admitted Harry and blushed.

Hermione could not help herself but do a little jumping in her seat.

"Satisfied?" Harry asked.

Hermione nodded eagerly, but was stopped by Professor Snape who, unluckily, in that moment had passed by, and now hit them with the book he was holding.

Arithmancy, lunch and double Potions flew by. At the end of Potions Hermione realised that she hadn't seen Draco around any where, which was odd since they took so many classes together.

"What are you going to do before dinner?" asked Ron after Potions.

"Homework. I have tons of them that I am never going to finish if I don't begin now," sighed Hermione. She really missed having some spare time. "Quidditch for you, I assume?"

Harry and Ron nodded in tact.

"See you at dinner, then." And gone she was.

Even though she had taken the stairs up to The Astronomy Tower once a week in her younger years they were killing her. She truly was out of shape since she'd stopped Quidditch.

She had went to the tower to do her homework because the common-room was packed and so was her Dormitory and the library. She could not believe her luck. Sigh.

Only a few steps away from reaching the place where she wanted to sit, she stopped.

A sound had caught her attention. It was a sound she hadn't heard for such a long time. Was it.. No, it could not be.. But it really sounded like a guitar!

Hermione continued to walk with the thought of rumbling into another Muggleborn wizard playing the instrument she had always admired.

But no Muggleborn was in sight as Hermione entered. Only the platinum haired Slytherin she had grown up to hate and now wasn't so sure about.

"Draco?" Hermione asked.

Draco, who were seated in front of the big glass window that showed the stars of the night so wonderfully, jumped up in surprise.

"Hermione? What are you doing here?"

He was all red in the face and his body was shaking.

"I might just ask you the same question."

Draco looked unsure of what to do. But surely, he was standing with a guitar.

"Where do you have that from?" she asked and took a few steps closer.

"Hogsmeade. What exactly is it?"

Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Like you don't know. You can play it, Draco! Who taught you that?"

"You mean, it sounds good?"

Hermione was now right in front of him.

"Indeed. I don't know how you do it. I've tried and I absolutely can't."

"Something I am better at, then?" he smirked.

"Will you play something for me?"

Hermione took seat just in front of the window and glared out.

"S-sure." Draco took place right next to her and begun to play. He knew exactly which one, and he couldn't help himself but sing aloud the words he had written down to the melody.

I wish I knew
Everything there is to know about you.
And I want you to see
Just exactly what you mean to me.

You, you think you know me.
I guarantee there's a lot more to see.
And You, you don't believe it's true
That if I'm dreaming I'm dreaming of you.

And I wish that I could hold your hand,
Feet beneath the sand.
And I wish that I could drive you in my car,
To kiss you under stars.

I wanted you to be
Everything that you deserve to be and
If I close my eyes
I can see you perfectly.

And I, I don't know where to go
I wrote a song just to let you know.
That we, we could be together
I'll hold you forever

And I wish that I could hold your hand,
Feet beneath the sand.
And I wish that I could drive you in my car,
To kiss you under stars.
And I wish that I could hold your hand,
Feet beneath the sand.
I wish I could feel your touch,
I think about you so much.

As Draco finished the melody, Hermione could not move and inch. Her gaze was glued to Draco, her knees as weak as never before, and her entire body shaking.

Draco was looking at Hermione too. But as soon as he realised what he had just done, he was out of the room before Hermione could say a word.

"Let me get this straight. You want me to what?"

Draco's eyes were steady at the beautiful girl opposites him. She had found him in one of the corridors not long ago and asked him if they could have a word in his Dormitory.

Her eyes were shining with both eagerness, lust and shame. Draco wondered why he had never before noticed just how beautiful her face was. And her body wasn't that bad either.

"Take me," she whispered seductively.

Draco nearly couldn't help himself.

"It'll be good for both of us. It'll save my life. And there's something in it for you too," she continued.

"You have a point."

"Then just do it." She bit her lip. "Please."

Draco felt a bit as if he was cheating. But cheating who, exactly? The girl was pure-blood, delicious and beautiful. Just like all the other girls who had come begging for him through the years. But there was something about this girl that made him feel as if she was different than the others. Not that he could imagine himself marrying her, over even dating her in the nearest future. How disappointed wouldn't his parents be if he did?

Draco walked up to the girl and slowly began to unbutton her shirt...