And I said,
"Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone
I'll be waiting, all that's left to do is run
You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess
It's a love story, baby just say yes
So I sneak out to the garden to see you
We keep quiet 'cause we're dead if they knew
So close your eyes, escape this town for a little while
- Love Story - Taylor Swift
Hermione's perspective
Draco led me up the staircase to the Room of Requirement. A place I had grown all too familiar with especially since befriending three mischievous Slytherin's. As we walked together, hand in hand, I noticed that every so often he would look at me, before turning away blushing. Smirking to myself, I found myself in a similar room to when I got drunk with Ginny.
Except that there as only one double bed. I looked up at the ever changing ceiling only to find myself looking up at a black wall dotted with pretty del montes. I peeped out of a pretty window, watching the sky slowly transform into a midnight paradise. Suddenly, I felt a slight pressure on both of my hips, and turned around to find Draco looking at me adoringly, his lean chest pressing against my back.
He leaned down and I stood on tiptoe before pecking my forehead. I sighed a little more enthusiastically than I had anticipated, earning an arrogant smirk from him.
"You don't have to be so cocky all the time, you know, Draco," I snapped defensively.
"Me? Cocky?" he gave me another sexy half smile and I couldn't help but return it.
"Oh, stop playing innocent. You know how hot you are," I blushed quickly, but soon recovered, "Still not as hot as Blaise,"
"What? You have got to be joking? BLAISE? I mean, yeah he's all muscly and that by but his face just doesn't have the definition mine has and his eyes are a poopy brown ---"
I snorted losing all femininity I had athe words "poopy brown" coming from his mouth, before saying,
"Draco, I'm playing with you," I said, noticing my expression soften in the reflection of the glass "I really like you,"
"I really like you too, Hermione," he mumbled, his cheeks as crimson as the inside of my robes. Slowly, he put his hand on top of mine again before leading me to the bed.
"Shall we sleep here tonight?" he muttered, his voice laced with sultry undertones, "I don't really feel like going up to the Slytherin dorms,"
"Sure, why?" I asked
"Why not?" he winked at me, before removing his shirt, unabashed. I backed away, putting my hands up.
Iwas not at all ready for whatever he had planned. He laughed lightly, before confessing that he was simply putting something more casual on. As I headed closer to him, I noticed that he had a bandage bound tightly around his left arm.
"Draco what's that?" I asked, my voice sounding like unnaturally like a little child.
"It's called a bandage, Hermione," he said slowly, enunciating every word as if talking to a toddler. I couldn't help but notice a slight shake to his voice, but it was probably just the fact that the room was often very dusty.
"I'm not thick, Draco. What happened?" I said, concerned.
I reached out to touch the bandage but he was buttoning up his black pajama top up with haste.
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Close Enemies || A Dramione Love Story
Fanfiction"Kiss me Draco Malfoy," the words came out of my mouth before I even considered anything. But it was what I wanted. What I had always wanted. To be loved by someone who loved me. And it was him. With that, he crashed his soft lips into mine, letting...
