Draco decides he needs a break from his incredibly stupid friends, Crabbe and Goyle.
**sigh** Why couldn't the Potter boy just agree to my friendship offer. We could have been such best mates. Well screw him, his mother was a mudblood anyway. This is sort of.. relaxing. Just walking the corridors of Hogwarts... So glad I'm in Slytherin. Father would have killed me otherwise. Oh no. What in the world is she doing here? Her with her perfect hair, perfect thighs, Ohh. Just look at that lucious hair, ughhhhhh. Draco stop! Be cool, be cool. Damn it, Weasley's with her. Why does life hate me?
"What is the filthy little mudblood and her "boyfriend" poor Weasley doing out so late? Hmmm?"
Ron spits "Shut it Malfoy, before I pound your bloody face". Hermoine walks by slowly and locks eye sight with Draco for about a second, she looks slightly disappointed. They all head back to their houses.
What's up with her? All I did was call her a mudblood. She should be thankful. Here I go trying to get that unwanted Weasley away from us, and she looks at me like that. Well, this will not do.
"Goodnight Malfoy" yawns Crabbe.
"Shut up" snaps Malfoy.
As dawn approaches, Malfoy notices Crabbe and Goyle are gone.
Probably pigging out in the great hall, those oafs. Hermoine, hermoine, why did I have to fall in love with you?
The next night, (middle of the night) Draco decides to go for a stroll.
Everyone is sleeping, so why not? If only... no Draco. Maybe I should catch up on homework after this. Must impress Father. If he sees how well I'm- what is she doing here? I knew it. It's fate. Just be casual, Draco.
"What are you doing up so late? Perfect Granger doesn't want trouble, now, does she?" he smirks.
"Just going out for a stroll" Hermoine says casually.
"As strange as it is, so am I. Now, I don't mean to bother you but, walk with me Granger" demands Malfoy.
"Umm... sure..." Hermione quietly responds.
Oh my, it worked. I must be the most charming man on earth, mother was right.
Hermoine stopped. Draco noticed, so he too stopped. He walked right in front of Hermoine, but she was looking down.
This is my chance, don't mess it up Draco.
Draco reaches his hand towards Hermoines chin. He gently places his hand on her right cheek, pushing the beautiful curls out of her face. She's still looking down. He slides his other hand on the other side of her head. He pulls her head up, and their eyes lock. They stare at each other for a moment. Hermoine leans toward Draco and presses her tender lips to his. He kisses her back. For a while they romantically kiss, it starts getting more intense. He slides his hands down her back, she groans. Then, she slides her hands through his soft hair, and gently pulls as she continues to kiss him. He pushes her against the wall, she unties his Tie. Draco is now carrying Hermoine, and she continues to unbutton his shirt. As she is doing this, Draco pulls down her strap, one then two, he slides down her top slowly. At this moment, they're on the floor, both bare, expressing their feelings with tender touch. Hermoine lets a moan escape, and Draco screams with relief. An hour has passed, they're now laying on the floor, tangled in each others arms. Draco whispers "I love you, Granger. I always did."
Hermoine whispers back "I think I love you, too."
They share another loving kiss. They hear a foot step by. They both stop in their tracks, and cover their bare bodies with their clothes. Ron looks horrified. He sprints away.
"Ron! I can explain!" Hermoine shouts as she runs after him.
