Save Me

MEMORIES

In the morning, they were flying. She was shrieking, "MALFOY!!!" He plunged the broom towards the water in response. He could feel her heartbeat pulsing through him. The adrenaline was addicting. He felt everything. She was happy. She was warm. She wanted to keep going. He pushed the broom faster.

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Later, they were in the library. She playfully swung a book at his head, "Stop being stupid and get to work." He smirked. She was annoyed, heavily. He knew she could tell he thought it was funny. He looked back to their work and sighed. English. How was he supposed to write about love? Maybe he would write about her.

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That night, they were walking back from dinner in the Great Hall. The older students had stayed and were just now leaving after drinking butterbeer and dancing. A ball; they were at a ball. And Draco was dressed in a nicely tailored suit. Harry and Ron ran ahead. Harry had Ginny under his side and Ron was carrying Luna. "Night, Malfoy." Where was Hermione? Bathroom? Right. He waited to walk her back to Gryffindor's Fat Lady. She walked out, very drunk. He felt a light buzz but was still clear headed-enough. She fell into him.

"I missed you," she said.

"Hmm, you're being nice to me. A bit off your rocker Granger?" He asked as he put his arm around her. He could feel that she was comfortable, and tired, and so very drunk. It was starting to make his head spin. "Hermione I- Merlin's Beard how much did you drink?"

" 1 or 2," she said. She was trying to walk with her eyes closed and Draco had to stop her from walking into the wall.

"Yeah or 3 or 4 or 5," he replied while trying to balance himself. He wasn't drunk, but her confusion was getting to him. He hadn't been practicing occulding that long, and he couldn't separate her mental state from his. Oh shit.

"Fancy a swim Malfoy?"

"Yes."

They plunged into the lake. She had taken his tie and wrapped it around her neck, and gave hers to him in return. They were fully clothed, and their clothes would be soaking. Draco probably ruined his suit. He didn't care. Her dress was gorgeous. Purple, like the one she wore in 4th year when that idiot Vitkor Krum had snogged her.

He suddenly blurted "Do you only fancy seekers? Viktor was a seeker. I'm a seeker you know." God, why did he say that? Where was his filter? Granger drunk was uncontrollable.

"I only fancy you."

"Is that so?"

"Yes," she said leaning into him.

Her arms were wrapped around his neck now. The moonlight made her eyes shine, and her wet curly hair was doing something to him. He was quite literally speechless.

"Granger?"

"Yes."

"You love me."

"No."

"Liar."

His lips met hers. She felt warm and sweet. She tasted like strawberries. Hermione kissed him with just as much want and desire after months of built up tension. Finally.

I need him more than I need air, he heard her think. Wait. He heard her think. He pulled away.

"You need me more than you need air, yes?"

"I-er-what? I was thinking that."

"Yes you were thinking it. In my head Hermione."

"Kiss me again. Now."