Take my Hand You Bloody Idiot - Drarry

Chapter 14

Draco's POV.

It's still early when I wake up, around 7am, and I decide to take a quick shower as I'm getting ready.

The cool water rushes down my back and, as always, I scrub the skin of my left arm especially hard; it does nothing.

When I hop out, I once again notice the glaringly obvious dark mark, still present on my arm.

I thought after all this time it would have faded. But nothing has changed.

I'm still me.
I'm still a former death eater.
I still have my dark mark.
My father's still rotting away in Azkaban, declaring his allegiance to The Dark Lord until the end.

I'm still me.

The only thing that's different is Harry Potter. When we used to spend hours having fights in the hallways, we now have quiet, pleasant discussions.

With that thought, I decide to talk to Harry for the first time in a while.

Breakfast has just begun in the great hall, and few students are up.

But it seems that luck is on my side today as Harry is sitting at the Gryffindor table like usual, nibbling delicately on a piece of toast.

"Hello, Harry," I greet nervously.

"Draco?" he asks, sounding surprised.

"Indeed."

He gives me a small smile and scoots over slightly to make room for me beside him.

"You not avoiding me anymore, Draco?" he questions.

Avoiding him? Was I.. well it has been a while since we've spoken.

"Never was," I reply lightly.

He looks surprised but just nods, taking a small bite of his eggs.

"Do you.. want to hang out tonight," I propose.

Once again he looks surprised but nods anyway.

"That sounds nice, Draco. Where?"

I hadn't thought about that yet.

"Um.. by the lake. 9:30," I decide.

He smiles slightly again and I take that as my cue to leave.

Who knew that talking to Potter would be so stressful.

                               ~△⃒⃘~

Hermione's POV.

I run my hands down the wall behind Pansy, grabbing her waist easily and guiding her towards me.

"Granger," she warns.

I step closer, pressing my mouth against her soft, rose coloured lips.

I run my hands through her hair.

She lets out a small moan. She places a hand on my side and slides it up and down, making me gasp, allowing her to slip her tongue into my mouth.

My eyes blink open quickly. I start to question why I woke up when I remember my dream.

This isn't the first dream I've had about her since we kissed.

Blushing, I start to get dressed before casting a Tempus charm and learning that I slept through breakfast and would be late to Potions with the Slytherins if I didn't hurry.