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Lost in the Music	By : Daydreamer Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 23799 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 18: The dating Game (part two)

The rest of the day passed in a daze for Hermione, she was uncharacteristically quiet in her lessons, too lost in her own thoughts to worry about answering the questions posed by her professors.

After her date with Blaise, Hermione had a free period along with Ginny. The two girls had high tailed it up to the head dorm common room, to reside in the safety of Hermione’s bedroom to discuss the date.

Hermione felt uncomfortable disclosing every detail of the date, she’d never been the kiss and tell kind of girl, she felt as if she were becoming Lavender or Pansy. However it was different wasn’t it? She after all was only telling Ginny.

Ginny had settled herself into Hermione’s bed, she knew her friend had a tendency to over analyse things so she was there to give her some perspective.

Ginny was swooning all over again as Hermione relayed her date, she gasped in amazement and jealousy when Hermione told her of the recreation of Juliet’s courtyard. She was happy for her friend but a little bit inside her wished that it was her. When Hermione finally got to the kiss, Ginny was gobsmacked that her friend was bold enough to initiate the kiss. This got the attention of Hermione.

“Why are you smirking Ginevra Weasley?” Hermione said stamping her foot like a toddler during a tantrum. “This isn’t funny. What have I done? It’s too much too quick. Oh Merlin I’ve led him on. And Draco, Gods What about Draco?” she said pacing her room, worrying her bottom lip with her teeth making it swollen and red.

“Mione.” Ginny said interrupting Hermione’s rant. “It doesn’t mean anything, you’re dating them, you’re not actually in a committed relationship with either of them yet, and you’re getting to know them. Kissing is a part of that, Heck if you have to kiss Malfoy, at least then you can compare who is the best kisser!” Ginny said frankly.

Hermione was appalled “If and I mean if I kiss Draco, then I’ll do it because I want to. Not for the sake of comparing the two.”

Ginny laughed. “Lighten up, Mione. It’s just a bit of fun.” Hermione continued to pace. “So this won’t change things?” she asked innocently. Ginny shook her head “Maybe not for you, but for Blaise, hell the man’s been in love with you for years. He’s gone through practically every female within Hogwart’s in an attempt to satisfy his need for you. That kiss might have been innocent for you, but for him, that was a green light.” Ginny said honestly.

“And Draco?” Hermione asked again.

Ginny thought for a while. “I don’t think Blaise will say anything, about the kiss I mean. But If and when you choose to kiss Malfoy, it’ll mean something to both of you. It did with Blaise you meant it as a way of saying thank you. It might be a different when you kiss Malfoy.”

“If I kiss, Malfoy.” Hermione said corrected Ginny.

Ginny smiled “Look try not to worry okay, just have fun tonight, it can’t be all bad been whisked off your feet by the two most attractive men in the school, hell possibly even ] the entire wizarding world. And honestly Mione I’m bloody jealous. If it was me I’d have jumped both of them by now.” She said with a giggle which prompted Hermione to giggle as well.

“Any who we should get to class, but just to let you know I know exactly what you’re wearing on your next date. I imagine Malfoy will love it.” She said winking as the two girls exited the portrait.

******

Draco waited nervously in the head dorm common room, he’d seen how elated Blaise had been after his date with Hermione and it only made his brain work over time, images being brought to the for front, scenario’s racing around his head, he could only imagine what had made his best friend so happy.

Of course Draco was also nervous about his own upcoming date, he’d put a lot of thought into the date, he wanted to make an impression on Hermione, they’d been getting on so much better the last few months and it only spurred Draco on, to hope about what could be. He’d taken more pride in his appearance, however shunning wizarding fashion in favour of muggle designer clothing, if he was honest he much preferred muggle clothing, it suited him much more than robes.

He’d taken time to choose his outfit, a ritual he did every day and after rifling through his walk in wardrobe he found the outfit he thought was perfect. He’d chosen a tight fitting white cotton t-shirt that showed of his arms and toned torso, the definition and of his abs and muscles could be seen through the flimsiness of the material, it was a good thing Draco was confident with his physique. Over the t-shirt he wore a grey fitted waist coat with a checked lining that buttoned up just under his pecks enhancing the structure of his chest. He teamed it with a pair of fitted jeans and leather boots, he’d long forgone his slick back hair and it hung feely around his face, he knew he looked so un-Malfoy-like, his mother would have a fit if she saw him looking so different to his usual immaculate self.

Ginny jogged down the stairs to find him leaning against the fireplace staring into the flames, he found it odd that they calmed him, hypnotising him as the flames dances and crackled. Ginny stood at the bottom of the stairs just observing him, she couldn’t bring herself to rouse him from his peaceful state, however she didn’t need to as he noticed her presence and turned to face her.

“Everything okay, Red?” He asked the stunned looking girl.

“I…I… You….Wow” was all she managed to stutter out.

She was so taken aback by his almost rugged look, Malfoy was a pretty boy that much Ginny was certain of, but seeing him there dressed in muggle attire purposefully dishevelled and the fire light catching his fine stubble Ginny was well she was a non-entity, she couldn’t form a sentence, her groin ached as his silvery grey eyes pierced her skin, she suddenly felt very hot.

“so…hot” she managed to get out without realising her words, Draco simply smirked.

“Me or the room, Red?” he asked with a genuine laugh, Ginny couldn’t answer she was too flustered.

Draco just continued to look at her, “So is Hermione nearly ready?” he asked amongst his mirth. Ginny having had the realisation nodded and then sprinted back up the stairs to Hermione’s room.

***

Hermione was just finishing up by spraying some perfume when Ginny entered her room, her friend cheeks were as red as her hair, her blue eyes almost glassy, from what Hermione registered as lush.

“Everything okay?” She asked.

Suddenly Ginny’s small hands were grasping at Hermione’s shoulders.

“Kiss Him, for Merlin’s sake Kiss him!” She shouted shaking Hermione’s shoulders.

“Excuse me?” she asked unsure of her friend’s outburst.

“Merlin, Mione. He looks good enough to eat; I mean wow that man looks good, hell more than good. He puts Michelangelo’s David to shame. I mean it if you get the chance kiss him, if not for you then me!” She said her expression deadly serious.

“Mmm, okay, Gin.” Was all Hermione could retort.

“Right, go, now.” Ginny said finally, pushing Hermione towards the door. “I want to know every detail tomorrow.” Hermione nodded with a laugh and then ascended the staircase.

******

Draco had returned to his spot against the fire place and had resumed watching the flames, this time he was roused by a gently cough, turning around he face Hermione.

Draco felt like he’d been hit by a bludger, for the life of him he couldn’t breathe. In front of him stood the most beautiful witch he had ever seen, she shifted slightly a shy smile playing on her glossy lips.

“You…wow” he said cursing himself inwardly for having turned into a love sick school girl.

Hermione giggled “You sound like, Ginny.” She said a pretty blush spreading across her cheeks.

She shifted once again, and for the first time Draco focused on what she was wearing, a chiffon dress the colour a soft pink that matched the blush on Hermione’s cheeks it’s plunging deep scoop neckline highlighting her small thin neck. It was teamed with a long gold chain with a charm of a crucifix, a worn tan leather jacket and matching high heeled boots, her legs seemed to be covered only by some sheer looking tights. Her hair was styled in to a half up half down do. The top half of her hair had formed a small beehive bouffant whilst the bottom of her hair fell into soft waves. Her make up only light highlighting her natural beauty.

Draco thought she looked amazing. His eyes not once leaving hers, he was lost in the colour of her amber eyes, the fire light reflected in them. He could have stayed staring in to her eyes for an eternity, had Hermione not broken their eyes contact first and fussing with her jacket.

Draco ran his hands through his hair, he had to calm down, his nerves were really getting the better of him. Why was her turning into a damn Hufflepuff! He cursed to himself. He concentrated on his breathing. In. Out. In. Out.

Hermione stood still watching him tentatively as it looked as if he were fighting some inner battle, a battle she didn’t know how to fight.

Suddenly Draco regained his composure and smiled. Walking towards Hermione he felt as if his heart was going to explode, the adrenaline driving him to carry out his actions. “Shall we go?” He asked trying to keep his voice level and calm; he placed a quick chaste kiss on her forehead and looked down meeting Hermione’s eyes once more.

Hermione smiled brightly and nodded grasping Draco’s hand and intertwining their fingers, an action that set Draco’s body on fire.

Draco quickly regained control and proceeded to walk in the direction of the exit, Hermione following suit.

******

Hermione had been unnerved when she had first saw Draco standing in the common room, he looked like a model from the pages of a muggle magazine, stunningly beautiful, it was obvious that he looked after his appearance.

The walk to wherever the date was had Hermione deep in thought, her body’s reaction to Draco unnerved her, she felt flushed and Hormonal something she rarely ever felt, she hadn’t even felt this way when she kissed Blaise. But now as she walked alongside the Blonde man, she know understood what her best friend was saying. Somewhere within her was a strong urge, an urge to grasp his beautiful face and kiss him into oblivion. Never had she seen Draco look as good as he did in this moment, Ginny was right Muggle clothing did suit him. She could feel the familiar sense of herself blushing as the thoughts continued to whizz around her head, presenting images of doing things, naughty dirty things, things that involved walls and flesh on flesh. Hermione unconsciously started fanning herself earning a smirk from Draco.

Draco knew all too well what was going on in Hermione’s head, the familiar look of lust darkening her eyes; the small insecure part of him just hoped that whatever she was thinking involved him.

Draco stopped outside the Grand doors that opened out onto the Hogwarts courtyard. He opened the door for Hermione and quickly followed suit, walking out into the approaching sunset. Hermione stood still for a while, taking in the view before her. Draco leaving her side for only a moment to pick up the broom he had placed their earlier in the day.

“Close your eyes, Hermione.” Draco said as he mounted the broom, Hermione complied closing her eyes. He knew that Hermione didn’t like flying, so this was going to be a test his abilities of persuasion.

“Open your eyes.” He said holding her hand as she stood on the steps. Hermione looked down in confusion.

Please tell me he’s joking, Merlin I hope he isn’t expecting me to play Quidditch. Wait he’s not dressed for Quidditch. But why the broom?

As Hermione’s mind processed the appearance of a broom; Draco could tell she looked disappointed, if he didn’t step in now then, this date would be over quicker than he thought.

“Granger.” He said attentively, Hermione’s eyes which had firmly been staring at the concrete steps raised to look at him. “Don’t panic, just hear me out okay?” he asked rushing his words out willing her not to run. Hermione nodded.

“What I have planned for you, we can only get there by broom, I’m hoping you’ll trust me enough to ride with me.” He paused considering his words “Do you trust me, Granger?” He asked finally. Hermione nodded again weakly.

What the hell am I doing? I haven’t ridden a broom since first year. Merlin what if I fall off? Where is he taking me?

There were so many questions that Hermione just wanted to scream out to silence them all.

Draco offered his other hand to her as the descended the steps, he indicated to the spot in front of him, as Hermione hesitantly sat on the broom. She clutched at the broom holding on for dear life, they hadn’t even set of yet and already she was panicking, this Draco picked up on.

“Hermione, I know your nervous, just hold onto the handle and I’ll hold on to you, your safe. I won’t let anything happen to you.” He said reassuringly in her ear, his hot breath tickling her ear.

“Okay.” She said just Draco’s hands positioned his hands on her waist just as he had the night before when they danced.

Draco kicked off the broom, causing it to begin to hover over the ground, climbing higher. Hermione let out a squeak which caused Draco to laugh and pull her body closer to his, her back relaxing slightly against his toned chest. It was so tempting to pull her around and have her straddling his lap as they flew, but Draco didn’t think it was appropriate. Leaning his body with Hermione’s he began to steer the broom through the sky, as they flew high above Hogwarts.

Draco knew that Hermione had closed her eyes long ago during their ascent but now as the broom hovered in the white clouds; the view of the sunset setting over the lake was too good a view for her to miss.

“Granger, I want you to open your eyes.” He whispered into her ear.

“I can’t.” Hermione’s voice came with a tremble.

“Hermione. You can I’ve got you, you’ll be okay. Just look at the view.” He said his voice pleading.

Hermione was reluctant to say the very least she’d always hated heights; you can do it she kept chanting to herself as she gently opened her eyes.

She gasped out loud when she saw the sun reflecting of the murky waters of the lake, the clouds sweeping past them. Just them alone, hovering in the sky taking in the scene, it was peaceful and relaxing.

“Oh Draco, Its beautiful.” She said her heart swelling that he would show her something so breath-taking.

“You’re beautiful.” He said sincerely causing Hermione to blush and giggle.

“Are you ready to continue?” he asked manoeuvring the broom to fly downwards, Hermione instinctively pushed her body towards Draco, needing reassurance that they were going to be okay. Draco stopped the broom, taking Hermione’s hands in his and then positioning their intertwined hands together on the handle, his body protecting hers.

“Ready?” he asked again, this time she nodded as the broom flew lower until they landed on top of one of the towers.

The tower overlooked the grounds of Hogwarts capturing the sunset as it teased the Horizon, lulling them before the darkness came.

The roof of the tower was contained by the battlements creating a private balcony to watch the sky changing colours. Hermione was mesmerised, Draco helped her to dismount the broom before he stored it away in a picnic basket that was already positioned on the roof.

A soft plush green picnic blanket covered the floor, with various coloured pillows scattered over it. Draco sat down on the blanket watching Hermione as her face lit up at the display.

Hermione finally tore her eyes away from the sky to look at the man who had brought her to such a wonderful place. There was nothing she could say that could describe how she felt, instead she settled for a warm smile which he returned.

“Do you like it?” Draco asked almost fretfully.

Hermione sat down beside Draco, her eyes level with his. “I love it. How did you find out about it?” she asked, curiosity getting the best of her.

Draco’s face was awash with emotion, happiness that she liked it misery at having to tell her how he discovered it.

“It was my escape… my own paradise where I could slip from the world and just be me, not be something I expected to be. I found it one dreary night and I just sat up here staring down to the grounds. It was peaceful. I come here sometimes to think. My own personal hide away, where no-one can find me. You’re the first person I’ve ever brought here.” He said staring off into the sunset.

Hermione squeezed his hand reassuringly, she knew it must be hard for him to say these things; the emotions were coming off him in waves.

Despair, Sadness, Anguish and more prominently Guilt.

“Hermione.” He said this time looking at her.

“You know I don’t have the best track record when it comes to being nice. I’ve done some awful things. Things so awful that I can’t, won’t let myself relive them. I’ve hurt many people not by choice including you. I’m so sorry for everything I’ve ever done to hurt you. I should have apologised long ago but I was stubborn and scared, so here I am telling you the truth. That person back then, wasn’t me.” He said trying to convey every emotion he was feeling.

Hermione’s face flickered with confusion and then acceptance as he continued.

“I mean it was me, but not the real me. Hermione, I’ve spent my entire life been some scared little boy, I grew up in an environment that no child should ever have to. I had a father who brainwashed me with all these ideals of superiority and I believed it… Until I met you.” His voice trailing off as he glanced at Hermione, his fingers reached for her chin tipping her face to look at him, he so wanted her to see the real him.

“You were so perfect, everything my father said you wouldn’t be. You were smart and powerful and so beautiful. You still are. Hermione, the moment I met you I knew I could never hate you, I never wanted to. But my life, the people in it, they were always forcing me to be someone else. So I was mean to you, I wasn’t just mean I was degrading to you, spouting all the crap I was ever told for the sake of appearance, because I was too scared what would happen if I admitted what I truly thought.”

“I understand, Draco.” She said her heart aching for the man who has been so wrongly misunderstood, she’d never thought she see such a sincere side to a Malfoy and yet here was Draco confessing everything to her. She wanted to wrap her arms around him and tell him that everything was okay, but she couldn’t allow herself, not just yet.

“Can you ever forgive me?” he asked, the sincerity shining in his eyes, merging with something Hermione knew to be hope.

“Draco, I already have.” Draco’s face broke out into a soft smile, the hope of her forgiveness becoming a reality. Forgiveness he was sure he would never get.

“I remember someone once saying to me that love will be the cure. That love cures many things. I can see the pain in you Draco; I can see the battle you have with yourself whenever something bad happens, the guilt of it all… but I can also see the love in you, the softer side of a man I never knew existed but here you are right before me. Fighting all the demons will take time. It will take time, Draco. But I’ll be here for you, as long as you want me to be here for you.” She said.

Her arms wrapped around his neck drawing him into her embrace, he pulled her body tighter to him, needing to feel her body physically closer to him. She given him so much; her understanding, her forgiveness and now she was giving him something to live and fight for.

Draco placed a soft kiss into her hair, as Hermione drew herself backwards, each of them staring at the other tentatively.

“Thank you.” He whispered.

******

The date lasted longer than either had intended it to, too wrapped up in each other’s company to care about the time.

The sun had long disappeared and now the couple sat on the roof bathed in the soft glow of moonlight and a few candles that lit the battlements.

Hermione and Draco lay on their backs staring up at the stars as they fleetingly twinkled like fireflies in the dark canopy of a sky, the sound of laughter filled the air as they laughed with one another about silly childhood memories.

“Hermione?”

“Mhmm.” Hermione responded her eyes closed.

“You know that night in the ROR; I didn’t mean to walk in on you singing. The door was just there and I didn’t realise someone was in it until it was too late.” He confessed.

Suddenly Hermione propped up on her side her head on her hand as she just looked at him.

“How much did you actually see?” she asked nervously.

“Not much.” He said “I saw you just finishing of the song but that was all. Why?” he asked.

“No reason. I just don’t sing in front of people it just unnerves me to know someone has seen me sing I suppose.” She said half truthfully.

Draco seemed to accept her explanation “You’re a good singer, you shouldn’t hide your voice away.” He said pulling her now trembling body closer to his.

Hermione relaxed a little, he didn’t know anything about her being Larissa Grey. She suddenly became aware of his arm wrapped around her; she could feel the heat from his body warming her up taking the edge of the chill of the night air.

Draco moved quickly, fumbling around in the picnic basket stopping once finding a scrap of material, he quickly enlarged it, placing it over Hermione’s form; he then cast a heating charm, until finally he resided back under the cover with Hermione. Her body close to his, her arm resting on his chest his on her waist pulling her closer.

Hermione had never felt more at home and relaxed with another person, she didn’t want the night to end it had been so perfect.

Draco watched as Hermione’s eyes flickered shut, the steady rising and falling of her chest, indicating at her relaxed state.

“Hermione, can I do something?” he asked delicately.

“Sure.” She replied quietly.

Draco hesitated for a moment, Should I do it? He thought to himself before leaning down until his face was so close to hers, he could feel her breath on his face. Slowly he lowered his lips to hers. A small gasp coming from Hermione at the contact of their lips.

Draco pulled away slowly, Hermione’s now opened eyes now trained on him. It was too soon, she didn’t want it! Stupid, stupid, stupid! He cursed at himself, not wanting to show the rejection he was feeling.

Before he could move entirely Hermione’s lips had recaptured his, he moaned slightly into the softness of her lips as she pulled him back down to deepen the kiss.

Draco nipped at her lower lip gently asking for permission, he wanted more, he wanted to taste her. Memorise her mouth as it kiss his back feverously, he wanted to implant it in his memory.

Her mouth was hot and sweet, the familiar taste of chocolate and strawberries from their desserts. His tongue teased hers as they fought for the upper hand, Draco winning easily. His hand was buried in her hair releasing the pins that held it up, allowing her curled tresses to fall around her face. Hermione’s hands were everywhere, his silky hair, his neck, back shoulders. Anywhere that would pull him closer to her.

Finally their body’s pulled apart the need and desire for oxygen more overpowering than even their lust. Their face remained only centimetres apart as they breathed in, making them feel heady and content.

“We should go?” Hermione said as she placed one final kiss on his lips.

“We should, but it doesn’t mean I want to.” Draco said pulling her body towards him again; trailing soft butterfly kisses down her chin and neck.

Hermione placed her fingers on his chin, pulling his face to hers “Five more minutes” she said with a soft smile before capturing his lips once more.

A/N

So Yey, we have Hermione and Draco’s date. What did you think? Which date would you have preferred and Why? What about his apology? Let me know what you think

So here are some more pictures for you, they are from my personal pinterest account, these are the outfits that I see them both in.

Here is the link to the top part of Draco’s outfit: http://pinterest.com/pin/250935010457496828/

And here are the links on how I imagine Hermione to look:

The dress and Necklace: http://pinterest.com/pin/250935010457496778/

The jacket: http://pinterest.com/pin/250935010457496783/

The boots: http://pinterest.com/pin/250935010457496788/

And finally her hair : http://pinterest.com/pin/250935010457497007/

Cherripepsiisgod: I’m so glad you like the previous date scene, I hope you liked this one, who knows what the future holds maybe, there is a chance, but it’s a surprise.

As always keeps the reviews coming all you beautiful people, they make me really happy.

Love D xx
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