Saving the Enemy

Chapter 11

Hermione

    “So, where are we wandering first?” Hermione hears Draco ask, making her turn her head to see his carefree smile. She quickly averts her eyes back to the road, but his excited state has her smiling to herself.

    “I guess you will just have to wait and see,” Hermione teases, and predicting his next question, she hastily adds, “and yes, we are almost there. Five minutes now. Although, I did want to discuss a bit on how this is going to work.”

    Hermione can hear Draco becoming impatient in anticipation. “Alright,” Draco voices quickly.

    “No magic at all, unless it is an emergency of course, that’s the only rule. Well, besides have fun, but that is implied,” Hermione says, knowing he is going to question her reasoning.

    “What? How are we going to go without magic or-”   

    “Hey, I spent eleven years without magic, I think you can manage two days,” Hermione jokes, imagining his appalled look. Hermione turns into a parking lot to a run-down warehouse. She turns to Draco who is warily glancing at the building.

    “What are we doing here?” Draco’s face is pulled into confusion, thinking about what she could possibly have planned for them here. Hermione is enjoying this a bit too much, so excited for the night to begin.

    “You’ll see, just come on,” Hermione exclaims, unbuckling herself and opening her door, hearing muffled music.

    “Hermione?” he asks quietly.

    “Yes, Draco?” she asks, noticing him pointing to the seatbelt, unable to figure out how to get it off of himself. “Just sit tight for a minute and I’ll help you.”

    Hermione gets out of her small black car, noticing the slight chill to the air as the sun starts to set. She pulls her red flannel closer to her, her black tank top obviously not cutting it anymore. She is glad she is wearing black pants and combat boots, pulling out two hats from the back of her trunk before making it over to Draco’s side of the car. She pulls open the door, seeing that he is unable to look at her, obviously feeling quite silly that he can’t do something that seems so simple to her.

    “Thank you,” Draco whispers as Hermione reaches across his body, feeling his warmth radiating off of him as she unclips the seat belt. She ruffles his hair playfully before pulling back, but he pulls her to him and crashes his lips with hers. She gasps in surprise but moves against him. His lips tender and caring against hers, as if he is still hesitant to snog her even after she so obviously accepts him. The kiss ends too soon in her opinion as he gets out of the car. He smirks at her as if reading her thoughts and she just pushes him back against her car before hungrily snogging him.

    Draco groans against her before tangling his hands in her hair. Hermione already has her hands pulling his hair and pushing his face closer to hers. She nips his bottom lip from time to time, smiling each time his breath hitches in response to her. She pulls back for air, resting her forehead against his.

    “We should get inside,” Hermione says, smirking at his longing expression. She is still struggling to catch her breath from that world changing kiss. She turns around to strut away teasingly, hearing him take a deep breath before Draco pushes himself from the car to follow her, having to run to catch up to her.

    “Your hair is all messed up,” Draco states plainly, stopping her by grabbing her wrist. Hermione smiles before bringing a white hat that contains a single red ribbon around it to rest on her head. The country hat that her mother had given her when she was young. Sure, they are in England, but the love for country tradition traveled over here quickly, leading to dances every Saturday night.