Silver and Gold (A Dramione Fanfic)

Chapter 14

Draco stood where he had been standing just before the kiss.

Why had he kissed her?

He had to admit, he wasn't exactly beating himself up over it. Sure, he hadn't planned to kiss her, but all the same, she had showed that she felt the same when she had kissed him back. The only thing that was nagging him was the fact that, in that moment, his self- control seemed to disappear faster than if someone had cast a Dissilusionment Charm over it. How had he lost control so quickly, so fully, in one single blurted comment on Hermione's part? Still, he didn't complain. Kissing Hermione had been nice. More than nice, actually.

But the way she had fled afterwards... why? Was she embarrassed? Had she not truly wanted to kiss him, been merely caught up in the moment? Or had he forced himself on her? These questions and more spun through his head as he lay down on the bed. A second later, he jumped up, having sat on something sharp. It was his water glass, broken into pieces, which Hermione had seemed to have missed. He couldn't blame her. The way he had acted, before...

   He reached into his pocket for his wand to repair the small glass goblet. The only thing he felt was a few Galleons and some lint. Of course! Hermione had disarmed him only minutes before. He needed his wand, no question, but now may not be a good time to go after it. The best thing to do would be to let her think about it. Girls, and especially Hermione, tended to overthink things. There was no question, though; he needed his wand.

Pacing, he tried to think. How could he get his wand without her noticing? He had no wand, he couldn't apparate, and he sure as hell wasn't going to just waltz into her room and ask for it. At times he really wished he was Potter... things weren't like this between Potter and Hermione... what was more, Potter had his... Invisibility Cloak...

That was it! He whipped around and strode over to his trunk, extracting from within its messy depths a piece of fabric, light as air, supple as water. He had acquired an Invisibility Cloak over the summer, thinking he would have to go on the run from the Ministry. After being pardoned by Potter, he'd had no use of it. He could already cast a powerful Disillusionment Charm; what did he need a cloak for? Well, he was glad of it now. Swinging it over himself, he was pleased to see his body disappear in the full- length mirror. Pulling it up over his head, he grinned, but if anyone had been watching him, he might as well be frowning because they wouldn't see a thing.

He decided to enter through the bathroom door, hoping that she wouldn't notice the door opening. He crossed the room, entered the toilet, and crossed to her door. As quietly as he could, he turned the doorknob and pushed open the door.

   Her room looked a mirror image of his, except hers was swathed in scarlet and gold rather than green and silver. Her headrest was made of the same mahogany wood as his, but her bed had a scarlet and gold comforter. A rather lumpy scarlet and gold comforter.

He immediately identified the small lump on the bed as her. Her curly brunette hair fanned out around her head in a halo. Her breathing was even and deep; she was asleep. Her cheeks were slightly red, and her lips were dark and inflamed. With a dash of pride, he realized he himself had done that. Smirking slightly, he walked around to the other side of the bed, catching sight of his wand. Hawthorn, ten inches, containing one unicorn tail hair. It sat on her bedside table beside her own. Good. She couldn't hex him if she woke up suddenly.

   He reached down and picked up his wand, careful not to dislodge his cloak. Unfortunately, just as he withdrew his hand, he bumped her water glass, sending it falling toward the ground. With loud crash, which seemed amplified in the silence, the water glass shattered. His eyes shot to he face.

   Her chocolate-brown eyes flew open, alert and wary. They scanned the room, wide and watchful, until coming to rest on the broken glass at his feet. Seemingly startled, she sat upright in her bed and reached over for her wand. Her eyes widened further, giving her a comical, cartoon-like appearance. She had evidently noticed that his wand wasn't where she'd left it. She glanced over at the bathroom door, and only at that point did he realize that he had left it open.

   He began to back away, slowly and quietly, careful not to disturb the Cloak and flash his ankles. Luckily, Hermione didn't seem very keen to stay awake. In apparent resignation, she lay back down against her pillow, but her eyes stayed open. He continued to back away until he reached the door. Suddenly glad he had left it open, he passed through it without a sound.

   All and all, it had been a pretty eventful morning.

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And I've done it again!!!

I keep meaning to update, but sadly I just keep forgetting. Its the festive, Christmas thing getting to me; I keep daydreaming about all the fun stuff I want. (If you're reading this, immediate family, I want a laptop!) Lolz, just kidding.

Okay, I'm going to make a solemn promise; I'll update this story as much as possible on winter break, okay? Update every few days, cool?  That's my Christmas present to you. You're welcome. 😏

Peace and love and presents for all,
-kk😘