Sinfully Mine

Chapter 1 (Hermione's POV)

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Hermione's POV:

I woke up grinning like a Cheshire cat. The reason behind that smile?

Draco Malfoy.

My thoughts kept darting back to our little rendezvous last night. How his cinnamon breath felt on my face, the way his touch sent shivers down my spine, and how protective he was.

An instinctive blush appeared on my face.

How come I never noticed how good looking he was and how much he had grown over the past few years. He was no longer a snarky, bothersome boy. He had become a man.

God Hermione, you're losing it, girl. Keep it together, he's the enemy.

"But what if he's not?" asked a small voice in my head "What if he's changed?"

He was the enemy. In the past. But if Dumbledore had forgiven him, why can't I?

I smiled once again when the memory of him close to me hurried back. I sighed and put the thought away in the deepest part of my heart, where I was sure no one could reach and take away the only good thing that has happened in such dark times.

"You've got a tinge of color on your cheeks today Mione." Ginny spotted "and you are fidgeting with your skirt. You never fidget."

She raised an eyebrow questioningly. Ginny had also grown in the last few months. She was stronger, more aware, and cautious.

"It's nothing." I lied straight out. It hurt me to lie to Ginny, but I had to do it. No one could know about me and Malfoy. Especially not Harry and Ron. They were still wary of Malfoy, and I didn't want to add any more fuel to their anger.

"Alright," she said, but she gave me a tentative look one last time.

But knowing Ginny, I knew she wouldn't let it slip that easily. There was more to come. But at least I had time to figure it all out till then.

We catch sight of Ron and Harry sitting at the end of the Gryffindor table with hoards of food in their plates. Those two could eat a Hippogriff and remain hungry.

"Hey, guys," Ginny and I say in unison. I sit at my usual spot, next to Ron and Ginny next to Harry. The moment Ginny sat next to Harry, Harry kissed her so deeply and passionately it made me blush and turn my head towards Ron, who was reading the newspaper. Harry and Ginny had been dating only for a little while, but their love was full of warmth and passion. Their love was like coming back home on a cold afternoon.

I sighed and precisely at that moment, Ron whipped his head so fast, I swear it was a miracle it was still attached to his body. I was suddenly aware of how close he was. Our nose were almost touching. Being in such proximity to a boy made me nervous, but it was different with Ron. It was like we had a connection. But that connection was not fueled by lust or passion, rather it was a connection chock full of mutual love and understanding.

I gulped as Ron looked at my lips. I had understood that Ron and I can never be together. Romantically. What we had was too special to be thrown away by a mere mistake of thinking that we were in love, when in reality it was only friendship. But Ron on the other hand still believed that he was in love with me.

I froze. I could not move. All coherent ways of dealing with this situation were nowhere in sight. The words died at my tongue.

Way to be the smartest girl of our age.

Just as Ron was about to touch his lips to mine, someone coughed and slammed something on the table so loudly that it made Ron and I jump out of our skins.