"Hey, Granger."
"Draco, not here," Hermione whispered with a smile.
It was mid-morning, they were part way through a double Potions class and she had darted into the store cupboard to grab some extra lacewing flies when she'd sensed someone come in behind her. "Why not here?" he murmured.
"We're going to get caught! Draco-" her warning was lost on him however as he grinned and bent his head to kiss her.
As it had been every time they'd found a moment together over the last week and a half, Hermione melted against him the moment he held her, though for once he was relatively well-behaved, and the kiss was brief but sweet. "I couldn't resist," he brushed her hair off of her face, "As much as I'm enjoying sneaking around with you, it does get frustrating. Did you know you could look cute when you're silently disagreeing with your textbook?"
"I wasn't disagreeing with it, it's just-"
"Potter is beating you in Potions and it's annoying you," he was teasing her, usually whenever the subjects of her friends came up his expression would turn sour, so she didn't argue with him this time. Besides, he was right, the fact Harry was doing better thanks to that stupid Prince was driving her mad.
He was rubbing her arm while she was distracted, and when she came back to reality she turned her chin up in an invitation which he promptly took. It wasn't wearing off, the thrill of them together, and sneaking around was both out-of-character for Hermione, and incredibly exhilarating. Since she had cornered him in the narrow corridor and made her feelings abundantly clear, Draco had apparently put aside all of his own doubts and embraced their secret relationship eagerly.
He also had an uncanny talent for being able to find moments to surprise her, such as the empty classroom he'd accosted her in as she had emerged last from her Arithmancy class a few days ago; he had a free period and had been waiting for her, and wasted no time with words before he had pinned her against the closed door and made the most the precious few minutes they had before the next bell rang. And then there had been the afternoon when she had waved off Harry and Ron to the Quiddich pitch after their Herbology lesson as they went to cram in some extra practice before dinner, and Draco had managed to sneak them back into one of the greenhouses when Professor Sprout wasn't looking where they spent a glorious half-an-hour talking and making out while trying not to get tangled in any of the curious plants. Not to mention two days ago when she had been walking only a half-step behind Ginny on her way to breakfast and suddenly a hand had come out from behind the very tapestry she had chased him through and hauled her into his arms. She had made a hurried excuse to Ginny later that she had forgotten a book and darted back to the Common Room, but she could tell she had aroused a certain amount of suspicion; not that she had cared in the ten minutes she had missed breakfast for, as Draco had slid her school bag off of her shoulder and discarded it onto the floor, lifted her from the ground and wrapped himself around her. She still blushed at the memory.
Today however he really was being more careful, their entire class was only just on the other side of the ajar door, they were treading a very dangerous line. "We need to be more careful about this," she whispered, trying not to groan as he planted a hard kiss on the spot he had learned that she liked, right at the base of her neck, in the hollow of her collarbone. She took his face in her hands with a silent laugh and said, "I'm serious Draco, we also still need to talk."
While they had spent plenty of time making out recently, they still had not had a serious conversation, and it was definitely due. He sighed deeply, kissing the tip of her nose, "That conversation may make or break us," he warned.
"You need to trust me," she told him.
He opened his mouth but struggled to find the words, "Just- not today, not here, let me enjoy having you to myself for just a while longer before you leave me."
"You need to have a little more faith, Malfoy."
"You need to lower your expectations of me, Granger."
She made an impatient nose and grabbed him by his robes, kissing him deeply before pushing him back sharply, "And you need to stop making excuses."
Hermione made to leave, the jar of flies in her hands when he said quickly, "Come and meet me tonight."
"To talk?"
"Think of it more like a date, a real date," his posture was rigid as he waited for her answer.
She flushed, "You're asking me out?"
"We seemed to have skipped that part," he pointed out. "What do you say?"
Her smile was brilliant, "I'll sneak out of the Dormitory around eleven?"
"Meet me in our corridor," his returning grin was triumphant and she disappeared back into the classroom leaving him in the dark, his heart pounding.
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