How Do I Comprehend (Dramione)

Chapter Twelve- Wasted Time

It wasn't excitment that filled my veins, and it wasn't a fire lit up inside my heart. It was like an old book being reopened inside me, as though I wished to do what I was doing right then. It was like all my problems were whisked away by affection, all of my fears banished from my thoughts. I shone with light as Draco pulled away from the kiss, and once I had opened my eyes, I saw a shining Draco, smiling back at me.
"You're smiling..." I whispered, letting a gust of air out of my mouth as I spoke. Obviously, Draco had taken my breath away.
"I-I am?" Draco continued smiling and holding me tight to his chest where I could feel the forte rhythm of his heart thumping against me.
"You suit it." I nodded, and without being able to hold it in for much longer, I intwined my fingers with his hair and hugged my body firm to his. We embraced for a good few seconds, almost a minute. Warmth flooded me. I had to be the first one to pull away, but I loosened my hands and let them fall to his chest.
"You called me by my name as well." I giggled and Draco laughed.
"I'm doing so many things for the first time tonight." Draco admitted, shutting his eyes for a moment, then opening them again, as though he was refreshing his memory.
"Oh, really? Like what?" I asked.
"Kissing you, smiling, calling you by your first name... or quite frankly anyone by their first name." Draco chuckled again, then released his strong grip against my back to take hold of my hands, interlocking our fingers. In that one moment, I was content.
Then I remembered.
My heart filled with guilt and my eyes widened, realizing what I had done. I let go of Draco's hands and stumbled back, covering my mouth.
"I have to go!" My voice was a whisper, but I felt like screaming.
"Hermione?" Draco asked, confuzed, reaching forwards to touch me, but I swivelled on my heels and smashed into the door, twisting the handle and then dashing out as fast as humanly possible. My brain whizzed as I ran out of the room, thoughts crashed around my head, trying to escape. The heels of my shoes echoed around the golden walls of Hogwart's halls and an owl hooted somewhere in the distance. If a bystander had upon my situation, they would think I was doing nothing more than running, but my mind was doing to much more. It was running a marathon. My feelings for Draco had be squashed down by the guilt that lingered around for Ron. What have you done?
I darted around another corner and finally reached my common room. I requested to enter and as soon as I did so, I rushed inside, ignoring the judgemental stares from the few Gryffindors who were staying there, then moving up the stairs and into the dorm. Tears rushing down my face, I kicked off my boots by my bed, chucked my coat somewhere and crashed down onto the wooden flooring, sobbing. I hugged my knees tight to my ches as I cried, almost as a mean of comfort. However, somewhere inside me knew that I couldn't cry through my feelings and that I'd eventually have to face Draco and Ron. But for now... for now... I would just smile and pretend like everything was fine.