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Hermione waited up most of the night in the hope that Draco would come back, only realising when she woke up the next morning on the couch that she has fell asleep. She groggily got ready for her last day of classes before the break, thinking that she would get him alone today, no matter how she had to achieve it. When she turned up to Transfiguration and realised that he wasn't there, she began to get worried. When Draco didn't turn up to any of their classes for the rest of the day, Hermione's worries that he had already left the school only increased. She found herself in between each class running up to their room to see if he was there, to no success. She was an absolute mess in all of her classes, tuning out when the teachers were talking, not even hearing sometimes when they called her name, until she got a swift kick under the table from Harry or Ron.
She could feel the others around her getting worried about her but she couldn't care less. All she could bring her self to care about that day was what Draco was about to walk into. Her Draco, who she now knew was as much a death eater as she was. If she could just talk to him, she thought, then she would be able to work something out, they would be able to work something out together. She knew there was no good outcome if he went home for the Christmas break.
That night, after making another lame excuse to the boys who stared after her with concern, Hermione made her way to her common room. She knew that they only let her go because the break was tomorrow, and they would have the whole week to grill her for information. So she had that to look forward to as well she thought grimly to herself. When she got to the room, she drifted up the stairs to Draco's room. Seeing that his belongings were still there, she started to feel a little more hopeful that he was still here, and if he was she was going to stop him. She found herself suddenly lying on his bed, breathing in the smell of him. A smell that in reality was so new to her, but so comforting at the same time. After a few minutes she made herself get up and head downstairs. Hermione sat on the couch by the fire, determined that she would see Draco if he was still here. As it started to get late, she kept drifting off to sleep, and then jolting herself awake. It was nearly two in the morning when he finally returned, as he walked through the door there was a small flash of shock as he realised that she had waited up for him.
"Where the hell have you been Draco?" Hermione jumped up from the couch. "I thought that maybe you had left already.." She trailed off, not quite sure of what to say. Draco looked at her for a few short seconds, the pain in his eyes paramount.
Suddenly, he moved. Within a few long strides he was at her side, he pulled her roughly into his arms, a new desperation in his actions, like nothing that she had ever experienced with him before. He pulled her face to his and began kissing her so fervently that Hermione felt that she may never come back up for air. With one swift movement, he had pulled her up into his arms and was carrying her to his bedroom, their lips never broke apart as he was walking.
Hermione didn't try to fight him. Everything about this felt right, with no other boy had she ever wanted to be with in this way, but with Draco, it felt like it would be a tragedy if they were apart. He lay her down on the bed and sunk on top of her, still kissing as passionately as ever, he ran his hands up her shirt and down her back. Using all the control that she had in her at that moment, she pulled her hands from under him and tore off his shirt, taking a few seconds to marvel at the body underneath. With her encouragement he removed her shirt and began slowly kissing her, all over her chest. He paused for a second and looked into her eyes.
"Are you sure about this?" he whispered, his eyes saturated with sincerity.
"Yes." She gasped and that was all she managed to get out as he resumed kissing her chest and his hands started pulling down her skirt. Within a few seconds they were both naked, their clothes strewn across the floor, and in less then that, the had entered her.
She couldn't help but let out a gasp as she got used to such a new feeling. He paused there for a second, letting her get used to the new sensation. Quickly she grasped his hair and planted a massive kiss on him, thrusting her hips towards his. With that he began to move, giving her what she deep down had been aching for the last few weeks, but what she didn't really know that she wanted.
They spent the rest of the night making love to each other, and then sleeping in each other's arms, and Hermione had never been so glad that she had waited, as being with Draco was as much as she could have imagined. Banished from her head was the thoughts of the coming few weeks, all she could experience was the moment, and she had never felt so good.
When Hermione woke up the next morning, Draco was already dressed. He lent down and planted a quick kiss on her lips. "I'll see you after the break."
He began to walk away, but she pulled him back. "What are you going to do? " she whispered at him, all the negative thoughts flooding back to her in an instant.
"I'm not sure yet, I'm sorry." He looked away from her. "I'll get into contact with you the first second I can." He sighed and with that he strode out of the room, his promise hanging in the air.