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Stolen Kisses	By : Lauricula Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 10827 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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“Professor McGonagall would be the only professor to give us homework on a Friday! Even Snape let us off this weekend!” Ron complained as the trio trudged back to the common room after a double transfiguration lesson.

“I like having homework to keep me busy, honestly.” Hermione chimed in.

“Are you sure that’s the only thing keeping you busy lately, Granger?” a sly voice asked from behind them.

They whipped around to be greeted by the smirk of Draco Malfoy. Hermione blushed, and tried not to look directly in his eyes. She cleared her throat, and held her head high. “I don’t spend my weekends bullying people, Malfoy.” She said coolly.

Malfoy squinted his eyes, taking in her radiance; he always thought she was the most beautiful when she was defending herself. He chuckled and turned to walk towards the Slytherin common rooms.

“What the bloody hell was that about?” Ron asked, clearly confused by the conversation.

“Just Malfoy being Malfoy, isn’t it? Had nothing better to do than to pipe into our conversation.” Hermione said airily, now taking an intense interest in a portrait of giggling fruit.

Ron shrugged, but Harry remained silent, knowing exactly what Malfoy meant by his comment. Harry had been very good at keeping the secret about Hermione and Malfoy; though he disapproved of it entirely. Hermione was a clever girl, he certainly knew that. Of course Harry would be there for her if she got hurt, but she could handle herself. Ron was completely oblivious to the entire situation however; he still had no idea that his best friend was snogging his enemy.

Hermione had only snuck off to see Draco once since Saturday, and it had ended very quickly. Though this time, it was not due to Hermione’s nerves. Harry, being the best friend that he is, lent his map to Hermione. While in the tower, Hermione thought to check the map before things got too heavy, and saw that Filch was not too far away from them. The two had decided to flee in case Filch came investigating. They had hardly gotten enough time together to even think about snogging.

While Hermione was perfectly content with not going back to the tower, Malfoy was growing impatient with her excuses. They couldn’t put things on hold forever, he had said one evening when they bumped into each at the library. Hermione suspected that he had been there looking for her; after all, when did Malfoy ever show enough interest in his studies to go to the library? She kept brushing him off with a wave of the arm, and he would leave, only to return the next day.

Once back in the common room, Ron joined a game of wizard’s chest with Seamus and Neville. Harry, taking his one and only chance, pulled Hermione aside and whispered, “Let’s go talk.”

They walked to the great lake, where no one seemed to want to be on this rather dreary June afternoon. The weather was warm, and humid, but a nice breeze passed through every few minutes. The sky was covered with swirls of gray; much like Draco’s eyes. Hermione and Harry sat down on the itchy grass, at the base of a tree.

Hermione knew what the conversation was going to be about, so she let Harry start.

“Do you actually like him?” Harry asked, the bitterness in his voice was evident.

“I…I honestly don’t know, Harry.” Hermione said quietly, though she was lying.

Harry rolled his eyes. “So what? You don’t know if you like him, but you willingly go to a tower to snog with him? Behind mine and Ron’s back nonetheless!”

The frustration and confusion that Hermione shove down every day, was starting to boil. “I like him enough to want to do that, yes. I suppose I do have some sort of feelings for him. I’m not entirely sure. And how could I have told you and Ron? Especially Ron!” Hermione’s eyes were beginning to fill with tears and she wanted this conversation to over.

“I’m sorry. But Hermione, you know how Malfoy is. He’s a Slytherin, and his family hates muggle-borns! What makes you think he’s so different?!” Harry retorted.

Hermione looked away, trying to hide the tears that were too eager to escape. She hadn’t addressed her feelings for Draco, and she wanted to keep it that way. If she did like him, and admitted it, she would set herself up to get hurt. But if she didn’t address it, and didn’t think about it, getting hurt wouldn’t hurt…as bad.

“Harry. Can we please stop talking about this?” she sniffled.

Harry sighed and scooted closer to his distraught best friend. He felt bad for being a bit harsh, but wasn’t that the duty of a best friend? After all, he was only looking out for her. Hermione let the tears flow onto Harry’s shirt, as she clung to his arm. Once she calmed down, Harry suggested they go back to the common room, before Ron noticed they had been gone for too long.

Harry and Hermione walked in unison through the entrance doors, back to the common room. Neither one of them noticed Draco hiding behind a tree nearby with tears in his eyes.

“Why were you two gone so long?” Ron asked accusingly. “S’almost dinner time.”

Hermione couldn’t help but giggle.

“What!” Ron asked, turning his attention to Hermione.

“Do you ever stop thinking about food, honestly?” Hermione asked, hitting Ron playfully on the arm.

Ron chuckled and the three of them headed down to the Great Hall for dinner. Hermione hoped that Malfoy wouldn’t interject on another conversation, and thankfully, he was nowhere in sight. Harry, apparently had the same thought as Hermione because he would frantically search around them for the blonde-haired Slytherin.

As usual, dinner was uneventful. Unless of course, Nearly Headless Nick popping up through your plate constitutes as exciting. Students were busy blabbering about exams, and stuffing their faces with delicious food. The ceiling of the Great Hall was covered in the same gray clouds as that afternoon, and a clap of thunder interrupted all conversation.

Harry, Ron, Seamus and Dean were too busy trash talking Professor Snape to notice that Draco was signaling at Hermione from across the hall. He’s not very subtle, is he? Hermione thought to herself, scowling. She didn’t bother to say anything to the boys as she rose from her seat and left to meet Draco in the entrance hall.

“What is it?” she hissed. Dinner time was not exactly the best time for Malfoy to want to talk.

He looked taken aback by her hostility, but the shock was soon replaced by the usual glint in his eyes. “Meet me tonight at 8:30?” he proposed.

Hermione stood there, mouth open, unsure of what to say. Draco stood in front of her, his eyes pleading with her to say yes. She liked sneaking off to meet him, so why was saying yes such a big deal? Giving in, Hermione nodded and murmured, “Yes.”

Draco smiled, stepping closer to her; so close that Hermione could smell the pumpkin juice he had just been drinking. His complexion was freakishly clear and his skin could be mistaken for porcelain. The blond locks were combed neatly across his forehead, not yet long enough to cover those gray eyes. “See you later.” He whispered, brushing his lips briefly against her cheek.

Hermione gasped; appalled that he was showing such affection in such an open place. Had it been any other boy, she might not have cared as much. But this was Draco Malfoy, her supposed to be worst enemy. The familiar blush that had become her best friend lately, returned with a vengeance as Hermione returned to her place between her two best friends; completely oblivious to what just happened.

Back in the common room, Hermione excused herself, claiming she had a very bad headache and wanted to lie down. She already determined at dinner that she would not in fact be meeting with Malfoy tonight. She couldn’t, didn’t want to, really. Her four-poster bed and silky sheets brought her an unusual comfort they didn’t normally offer. No one else was in their beds yet, as it was only seven in the evening. Hermione shut her eyes, hoping to shut off her brain. I’m sorry, Draco. She said to herself. But was she?
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