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A Summer Holiday	By : TwistOfLime Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 12021 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Ten: Conversations at Midnight

As exhausted as he was, Draco couldn’t help the thrill that shot through his body at the sight of Hermione on his bed. She was wearing the same gown as last night, her curls flowing freely around her face. Draco found he liked seeing them against his pillows.

“Hi,” she whispered.

Draco did his best to suppress an exasperated sigh as he closed the door, knowing that he had pissed her off far too many times today and in no way wishing for another argument.

“As much as our mothers want us to get along, I don’t think they’d appreciate you making midnight visits to my bedroom,” he said, kicking off his shoes and unbuttoning the top two buttons of his shirt.

“They’re asleep,” she replied, moving only to put the parchment in her hands, which Draco realized was his own Potions essay, on the bed beside her. “You might want to think about including the effects peppermint has when added to these potions to your essay. It’s not strictly standard, but there’s a growing consensus among potion masters that it works to reduce some of their less desirable side-effects. Given its known properties, especially when used fresh, I find the argument compelling.”

“Yes, thank you Professor Granger,” he drawled, lowering himself onto the middle of the bed at her feet, laying back and closing his eyes. He couldn’t say he was necessarily surprised to find her here, but he was tired and wasn’t sure if he was up for this conversation. He breathed deeply and when he opened his eyes she was hovering above him, worrying her bottom lip with her teeth.

“Have you been drinking?” she asked, leaning forward a bit and sniffing faintly.

Yes,” he answered.

“What could have possibly happened today that drove you to drink?” she teased.

Slowly Draco raised his hand to stroke her hair gently, unable to have her this close and not touch her.

She closed her eyes and leaned into his touch. “Where have you been?” she asked softly.

“Blaise’s.”

She looked slightly surprised at his answer, nibbling her lip in confusion. “Why? What were you expecting?” he asked, running his thumb along her swollen bottom lip to rescue it from further torment. “Did you think I had run off to some sleazy pub to get pissed?”

“Of course not,” she protested. “What were you doing at Blaise’s?”

“Running away,” he admitted truthfully.

She chuckled lightly. “Running away? You spineless Slytherin.”

“Insufferable Gryffindor,” he countered.

She laughed then, and he closed his eyes, lazily reveling in the sound. It was that pretty, pleasant laugh he had heard earlier as she flirted with Blaise and his inner Draco exulted at the knowledge that he could make her sound like that too.

Minutes passed in silence and Draco, gritting his teeth, figured now was as good a time as any to begin groveling for her forgiveness. “I really am sorry about today,” he said.

“I know,” she said simply. ‘It’s okay.”

He could do nothing more than stare at her incredulously. That was it?

“Well no, it’s not okay,” she clarified quickly, taking in his expression. “It’s just… I understand what it must have cost you to admit what you did,” – he grimaced inwardly at her ability to read him so easily – “Though, if you do anything like that again I promise I’ll make you regret it.”

“And how do you plan to do that?” he taunted before he could stop himself. “By letting me throw you against the wall and snog you senseless again?”

“I advise you not to push your luck when I’m feeling so generous,” she quipped.

“Duly noted,” he chuckled.

He felt the bed shift as she laid down beside him, resting her head on his arm and curling into his side and he shifted a bit to look at her. “What’s happening here?” she asked in a whisper, her eyes wide and sincere.

He leaned his forehead against hers, trying to fight the tension headache he felt forming. “I don’t know.”

“What do you want to happen?”

She spoke hesitantly, innocently, but he tensed all the same, gripped by a kind of panic. He wasn’t ready to answer. His exhaustion might have taken the fight out of him, but he wasn’t ready to make any declarations. “I don’t know,” he repeated.

“You’re lying again,” she whispered, brushing her lips against his so lightly that he wasn’t sure they had touched at all.

“Yes.”

She kissed him in earnest then. Once. Twice. Her lips moving gently, but firmly against his as she uncurled her legs to lay flush against his side.

“This is wrong,” he said as his hand strayed down her back.

“I know,” she replied, trailing her tongue along his lips.

He opened his mouth and allowed her to deepen the kiss. It was languid and soothing and he took the time to fully appreciate the honeyed taste of her. Waves of blissful contentment stole over him and he felt himself being lulled to sleep by the caress of her tongue on his.

He let her break the kiss, only fair really since she had started it, and he felt her kiss the tip of his nose as she propped herself up on an elbow. “We shouldn’t be doing this,” she stated, her fingers tracing designs on the small bit of his chest exposed by the open buttons.

“No. We shouldn’t.”

“And yet,” she said lightly, continuing her ministrations. “I’m finding it quite difficult to care.”

“Me as well. Though not for lack of trying.”

“You try too hard.”

“That’s rich coming from the woman tracing runes on my chest.”

“I’m practicing,” she sniffed, rising from the bed and pulling him up with her so he sat on the edge.

She stood between his legs and he ran his hands up her bare legs under her gown, stopping to caress where they met the swell of her bottom. She wrapped her arms around his neck and placed a chaste kiss on his cheek. “Good night Draco.”

“Good night Hermione,” he replied. He didn’t want her to leave, though in all honesty he wasn’t sure he wanted her to stay either.

She shut the lights as she left and Draco couldn’t drag himself from the bed to change. Instead he collapsed back down, pausing only to throw his Potions essay to the floor and falling asleep almost as soon as his head touched the pillow. He smiled at the scent of her on his sheets.
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