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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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The dreams continued for the next several weeks, and as much as Draco enjoyed them, he was growing frustrated. Dream Hermione wasn’t as good as the real Hermione. They hadn’t spoken since the night Hermione asked him to go to the tower. He was waiting for her to approach him, and she was waiting for him to approach her. Of course Draco didn’t know that’s what she was waiting for, and so he grew angry at her over the passing weeks. Enough is enough. He told himself. Today, he would find Hermione and confront her.

Draco saw her at breakfast, and said nothing. He saw her during potions, and said nothing. At lunch, he hid in his dormitory, and dinner he said nothing. He chickened out, and he hated himself for it. Why do I do this? He asked himself, more furious with him than he was with Hermione.

Hermione too, was trying to work up the courage to talk to Draco. She had too much homework to do, that talking to Draco seemed less important. Harry had not asked her about Draco in weeks, and she was enjoying the peacefulness of the situation. Draco merely glared at her in hallways and from across classrooms, but had stayed away from her so far.

To Hermione’s dismay, Harry cleared his throat as he sat down next to her in the library. “So, you haven’t seen Malfoy lately then?” a somewhat pleased smile on his face.

Hermione pursed her lips, and cocked her head. “No. I haven’t.” she said through clenched teeth. “Now, if you don’t mind, I have homework to complete.”

“Well, could you at least talk to him? The glares are getting annoying. Besides, you can’t push this off forever.” He said, placing his hand gently on her arm.

Hermione frowned. Since when is Harry the reasonable and wise one? She knew he was right though. She couldn’t put this off forever. “Fine! I’ll find him tomorrow and talk to him. Now will you please leave me alone?” she sounded exasperated as she spoke.

Harry nodded, looking pleased that his mission had been accomplished and left Hermione with her guilt and mountain of books.

The next day, Draco finally summoned the courage and asked Hermione if she could meet him in the library at 8:30; he had chosen a public place so he couldn’t kiss her or touch her (it was far too tempting). And so, that night, Draco arrived at the library a bit early prior to meeting Hermione so he could practice what he wanted to say.

He had picked a table in the far corner near the restricted section (students hardly ever came over here), and he just had sat down to begin his speech when he felt a hand on his shoulder. “Hello, Draco.” Came a sultry voice from behind him.

Draco turned around and saw Pansy Parkinson standing over his shoulder, a smug look on his face. He narrowed his eyes; unhappy to see her. “What do you want?” his voice like ice as he spoke.

She sat down, a pout on her face, and placed her hand over Draco’s. “Not very nice tonight, are you? I just…wanted to comfort you.” She plastered on a fake smile, and cocked her hand.

Draco drew his hand back, and gave her a look of disgust. “Comfort? I don’t need comfort.”

She laughed airily. “Don’t be foolish Draco. I know about you and the mud-blood, Granger. Nobody would expect her to be a heartbreaker, but she proved us wrong.”

Draco looked shocked and mortified. “How did you-?”

“It doesn’t matter,” she said, waving her other hand. “The point is, poor Draco is heartbroken. She doesn’t appreciate you, you know.” Pansy said softly, pushing a strand of Draco’s hair away from his eyes. “She doesn’t understand how conniving, and smooth you are. She should be proud that you want her, Draco! Not that I approve of her. She’s a mud-blood!”

Draco kept his eyes on the table, and clenched his jaw. He knew Pansy was right, about Hermione not appreciating him. He was sweet to her; he respected her, complimented her, and refrained from insulting and tormenting Potter and Weasley.

Pansy’s lips grazed Draco’s neck, and he pulled away. A small gasp came from the end of the book stack, where a horrified and hurt Hermione stood. “D-draco?” she whimpered.

Pansy looked pleased, as she draped her arm around Draco and glared at Hermione. Draco, however, was not dealing with this. He stood up, shoving Pansy off of him in the process. Hermione continued to stare at the pair of them, and Pansy was looking up at him, a wounded expression on her face.

“The only one who has dirty blood here Pansy, is you. Now leave.” He spat; his tone harsh.

Pansy, looking completely offended now, stood up and shoved Hermione as she left the library. Hermione stayed where she stood, and gave a guilty look at Draco. “I heard your conversation.” She said softly, guilt dripping from every word.

Draco glanced at her, observing the way she clung to the books and shuffled her feet. “Yeah? And what do you have to say?” the harsh tone still present.

Hermione walked towards the blonde haired boy, and laid her books on the table. She stared at his stormy, gray eyes and winced at the hurt that shone through. “Draco, I-”

“No! Whatever you have to say, just…no! Do you know the pain you put me through?! For over a month now, I’ve been guessing how you feel! Hoping that you liked me as much as I like you! You kept us a secret because you were afraid of what your friends would think! Aren’t you supposed to be a brave Gryffindor? Huh? More of a coward, I’d say.” His voice shook as he spoke, tears were welling his eyes.

“We agreed on keeping us a secret! Don’t you dare put that blame on me! You agreed to it too, Draco!” she was furious now, and her body was trembling.

Draco ran his hands through his hair. “Fine. We agreed on that. But I heard your conversation with Potter by the lake! You didn’t know how you felt, but yet you continued to meet me? Do you realize how fucked up that is? I don’t know if I like you, but let me rip off your clothes and make you think I do.” He snarled, not caring how loud he was speaking.

Tears started to run down Hermione’s cheeks. “I’m sorry. I just…I didn’t want to get hurt!”

“What the bloody hell are you talking about?” Draco muttered, looking confused.

Hermione plopped down in the chair and sighed heavily. “You’re a Slytherin! A pureblood! You’ve spent the last five years tormenting me! I want to look past all of that, but you can’t erase the past. You can’t change who you are. The fact is you’re a pureblood and in Slytherin. I’m not like you, Draco. And I thought… I thought if I denied my feelings for you, then maybe if I got hurt it wouldn’t hurt so bad.” Her voice was angry and upset all at the same time.

A knot twisted in Draco’s stomach, and suddenly, he couldn’t be angry anymore; not at his precious Hermione. He pulled up a chair and sat down next to her, gently holding her hand. “Hermione…I-I’m sorry. I think we’ve both been selfish during this, yeah?”

She nodded, sniffling and not yet meeting his eyes. She was too embarrassed. “I was protecting myself.”

“I see that now. But Hermione, look at me,” He touched her chin lightly, turning her face towards his. “I don’t have any intentions of hurting you. The last thing I want to do is hurt you. I don’t care what houses we’re in, or what our heritage is. Those things don’t matter to me! I just want to be with you, and know that you like me too. I don’t want to have to wonder.” His voice was soft and gentle now; the harshness had left.

She looked at him with watery eyes and a faint smile on her face. “Really?”

“Really.” He grinned back.

She took a deep breath and looked away. “I have something to tell you, but I’m scared. It’s another reason why I didn’t tell you how I feel.”

Draco gulped, wondering what terrible thing she was going to say. “Okay, yeah. What is it?”

“I think…I think I love you.” The words came out at rapid fire, and Draco had to listen closely to understand what she said.

He blinked, and couldn’t help but grin. His heart swelled and the butterflies returned. “Can I tell you something?” he asked with no trace of emotion.

“Sure.”

He grabbed both her hands, and looked her straight in those warm, brown eyes. “I know I love you.”

She giggled and a blush creeped up her neck. Draco grinned and squeezed her hands. “Would you like to go to the tower?”

Hermione bit her lip and looked around at their surroundings. Somehow, no one had been in ear shot of their conversation, and the empty stacks gave her an uneasy feeling. The dim lighting only illuminated so much, not allowing someone to see as much as two feet in front of them. She looked over at Draco, his blonde hair glowing in the dim lightly. She admired the way his pale skin shone in any light. His eyes weren’t so stormy now; instead they looked like a sky before a drizzle of rain.

“Sure.” She said, her voice barely audible. They stood, and walked out of the library hand in hand, not caring who saw.
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