She sat there not moving for a while, she wasn't sure for how long, when she felt like someone was watching her. She turned her head right and looked up, to the highest tower of Hogwarts, where there was a balcony: her room's balcony. Draco was standing next to the stone sculptures. His chin was held high, proudly, and he was watching her, she could tell, even from this far. He saw she was looking straight back at him and turned his head, avoiding her eyes as he was caught. She turned away after some seconds as well and looked again into the depths of the lake, not in the mood to analyze the man's behavior. A gentle breeze blew her hair back and she closed her eyes in contentment. She was peaceful, almost fare-free. She had years to feel this peaceful when being alone. When she had been all by herself she would probably think of strategies so that they could win the war, or how to do her homework to achieve a perfect mark, or how to help Harry that had problems with his scar, as it was hurting. The silence was something that ate her away, something many times she couldn't stand, for it was something that allowed her too many thoughts to come surging through
"It's wet." "No problem," she mumbled, "Sorry about that, by the way." "it's nothing," he said, smiling at her. He took his top off, grabbed his pillow from the sofa and placed it next to her pillow, and got under the covers next to her. She immediately crawled into his arms, her head resting on his bare chest. Draco rested his hand on her waist and somewhat hesitantly, pulled her closer. "Thank you," she whispered. He did not reply, choosing to remain silent. Draco watched her sleep, the moonlight making her look even more beautiful than she was in the day. And as he watched her, he thought, how could he behave to her the way he did the day before? He should make it up to her. And that is what he would do. He kissed her cheek and she smiled, as if understanding that he had kissed her. He looked at his dark mark imprinted on his
Would have been difficult to explain; he never would have believed that she was just trying to save the book and had no plans to taking advantage of his unguarded state. After quickly making sure the blonde was still sleeping, she turned around to set the book on the coffee table before he managed to do anymore damage to it. She nearly jumped out of her skin when an arm snaked around her waist and yanked her down on top of Malfoy's surprisingly firm torso. His other arm came around her waist to join the first one in holding her tight against his body. No matter how much she wiggled and tried to escape, Hermione was helpless against the sleeping Slytherin. Veelas were known to be stronger than the average human, and Hermione wasn't particularly strong for a human, so it was helpless. Her hands were pinned, one trapped underneath her and the other held tight to her side, leaving her unable to reach her wand. Her struggles abruptly stopped when she felt his nose drag along her neck, tickling her as he inhaled. The motion sent shivers up her spine. "MALFOY!" Hermione screeched, restarting her wiggling with new vigour. What exactly was going on escaped her, but the foreboding feeling that she wouldn't like it should she find out lingered in her mind. She felt him tense beside her before he shoved her off the sofa and onto the floor. "What the hell, Granger?" He demanded, darting a quick look around the room as he gained his bearings. The last thing he remembered was dreaming about his mate. He'd been chasing her through darkened corridors that reminded him vaguely of Hogwarts, and just as he'd been about to reach her and see her face, Granger's shrill voice had ruined everything. His eyes narrowed dangerously as they landed on the Gryffindor who wasn't paying any attention to him, she was wincing and rubbing her back. So maybe he'd shoved her a little harder than necessary, but it was her own fault. And he definitely wasn't feeling guilty about it. She paled when she looked up to meet his eyes
"Oh, so you knew Malfoy was going to kiss me and you just let him?" the grating voice of the youngest Weasley followed Hermione's. Between the two, the contrast in their voices was startling; both of them were shrill, but Hermione's was music to his ears and the other woman's made him want to cringe. Finally reaching the bottom of the stairs, Draco could see the both of them. They were standing in front of the fire, Granger looking miserable and the other one looking like she was ready to strangle someone at any moment. If she decided on Granger, Draco was going to revoke his rule of never hitting women. "You don't have anything to say?" the redhead asked incredulously. "So you really did know! We're done here." Angrily, she turned towards the door, making the stabbing ache Draco was feeling intensify. This simply wouldn't do: at
