From a Flicker To a Flame.

Chapter 3; The Meeting.

Hermione looked over her shoulder to see if anyone was following her. Had Harry or Ron ever found out about her whereabouts or the reason behind her whereabouts, they would have in the bluntest, simplist way possible, lost it.

It had been 3 full days since Draco had snogged her. To say the least it had been a major improvement on the worst date ever.

She had received a note from him during charms asking her to meet him in the Room of Requirement at 8 o'clock. It was now 7:59.

If nothing else, she was punctual.

She often blushed as she remembered the taste of his spearmint breath on her lips still hadn't left her. Or his sexy husky smell that made her feel unthinkable things.

She walked past the entrance three times, repeating to herself,
'Show me Malfoy.'

Draco paced the secret room awaiting her arrival. His stomach was in knots and yet somehow his spirit seemed uplifted from his normal sullen mood.

'What time is it?' He thought.

A grandfather clock appeared in front of him. 7:59----8:00.

The door opened behind him.

He spun around, not bothering to hide the excitement on his face.

Hermione stepped into the room only to be met by the, for once, welcoming face of Draco Malfoy. She felt a small tug on her lips.

They slowly walked towards each other,  and when they actually did meet centre room Draco interlocked both of his hands on hers, a small smile on his ever, so handsome face.

His was at least 3/4 of a foot taller than her standing at his 6'3" height.

"You came." He said quietly with a smile and an edge of excitement on his voice.

Hermione felt butterflies in her stomach at the sound of his voice. She looked up at him with a dazzling smile.

"How could I not?" She said in the same happy tone.

Draco chuckled a bent ever so slightly to kiss her gently. Wrapping his toned arms around her petite waist. The kiss was soft, but lustful. Slow, but sure.

When they eventually broke apart Draco looked over towards the fire.

"Um. Uh." He stuttered before asking the room for what he required.

Two armchairs appeared only feet from him. It was by no means his first choice but he had been raised to be a gentleman.

"Your seat awaits m'lady." He said teasingly gesturing to a seat with his arm.

Hermione gave him a, get real look.

The two seats converged into a rather comfy looking sofa.

"I think our seat awaits us." Hermione corrected before pulling him over.

Draco couldn't deny that he wasn't turned on by her straight forwardness.
He sat down beside her wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

Hermione sat on Draco's lap, hands ruffling his perfect blonde hair. His hands were on her waist under her shirt slowly making their way upwards as he kissed her passionately, teasing her, biting her lips. Both were aware of their partners grinding hips and naughty intentions.

The passion grew more and more heated. It had led to Hermione being left in just her undergarments and Draco being in his topless state while on top of her.

Both wanted to turn away but neither could, they were only interrupted when the grandfather clock struck twelve, knocking them back into their reality.

Draco gasped and pulled away sitting up, his head resting on her shoulder when she sat back on top of his lap.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't stop." He apologised mixed with guilt and exhaustion.

Hermione in an equally out of breath state replied with just as much guilt.

"You're not the only one. I shouldn't have done that."

"We're not ready for that,...not yet." Draco stated.

"Not yet." Hermione agreed.

They sat there panting, words on the tip of Draco's tongue.

"Hermione?" Draco asked looking at her halfclosed eyes.

She looked at him.

"I don't regret it." He said quite truthfully, a dying lust in his eyes.

Hermione bit her lip before replying. "Neither do I."

They both sat incredibly still before they collapsed back onto the comfortable sofa, where they unknowingly fell asleep in each others arms.

Not knowing this was the first of many             nights to come.