Anyone But Me

Chapter Twenty-Three

It took two weeks and one rather unfortunate accident- involving a school owl, ink and Goyle's lap during Transfiguration- to set up another meeting between the pair. Finding time while Prefect duties, impending Apparition lessons, homework, friends and getting sleep dominated their lives was nearly impossible. Their notes back and forth were plenty entertaining though...

Hermione found the ones exchanged the day before had been particularly noteworthy:

Good Morning Kitten,

It's snowing again. Looks like lunch in the Astronomy Tower is canceled. What else is new, right?

In other news... Who would have thought an owl and ink pot would be so hard to separate? Or that McGonagall could turn that color purple without having a heart attack!

Would tonight at Eleven work?

-A Hero In Training

Dear Hero,

Fate is a fickle bitch and she must hate us, I have extended rounds tonight. A certain someone assumed I wouldn't be busy and made plans with his banshee. It is a thankless job making sure the kiddies behave.

Tomorrow night at Ten would work for me. How about where we won't be found?

That isn't funny! You shouldn't say such things, besides she was able to do the reverse wandwork pretty quickly. I think she was more disappointed that people laughed. It showed massive amounts of immaturity and gave the class away as the assholes we are.

-Not Your Average Princess

Why Hello There Foul Mouthed Vixen,

You were not kidding when you said you hated mornings. I have to admit, when you talk like that I cannot stop myself from imagining a better use for that pretty little mouth of yours.

Ten o'clock tomorrow is really too far away... But patience is a virtue... So I should really work on it if I want to be a hero. This shit is exhausting. How do you do it all of the time?

-A Teenage Boy With An Indecent Mind

While logically she knew he must be thinking about her in that way, it was still strange to have the proof at the bottom of her trunk. Along with the rest of the forbidden messages she had received over the last few weeks. They had used every trick in the book to be able to get word to one another. Unfamiliar owls, crumbled pieces of parchment left for the other pick up, secret hand slips in the hallways, leaving a note in a specific book in the library. Anything they could think of to not draw attention to themselves while hoping their lackluster codes worked well enough that no one would be able to figure out who they were if intercepted.

She hoped that their meeting tonight was able to happen without any hitches. After all of the teasing she needed some type of release. Books, knitting and homework were only an outlet for so long before her hormones had her a withering mess each night. She didn't necessarily want sex and wasn't sure if she would let it go that far. What she did want was the complex feelings combined with the release of pent up frustration that his kisses offered her. She wanted the closeness she felt when they were pressed up against each other. She wanted to hear him tell her how wonderful she was. The words made all the more ambrosian due to who was whispering them in her ear.

The only issue with the whole thing was that she had no clue what she was doing. She did not make a habit of trying to seduce anyone, much less someone who was as sophisticated as Draco. Not that it sounded like he would need much convincing, but a little effort couldn't hurt...