Sorry this was late. I meant for it to be up on valenitine's day. I hope you still enjoy it. It was so far the most fun the write out of all the chapters.
Day by day. It all passed so quickly. She could hardly believe it. She stared at the calendar she had bought from a muggle store. Friday. In little hand writing the harsh word was written. Draco. She sighed.
“Hey cheer up! You’ve got the truth on your side.”
Will you stop with the cheeky comments! Hermione laughed despite herself. Talking with the sword always made her laugh. She opened her bag and pulled out a pair of jeans and another black blouse. This one held a dove’s nest, empty, not even an egg. Upon the back a dove flew away growing smaller the further it got. Hermione quickly changed and then stuck her wand in her back pocket.
Well, here goes nothing.
Slipping out the door was easy, however, walking to the end of the street was not. Sure it was a muggle street but how often would a snake appear on that street. Especially a snake as powerful as hers. The rabbit was not dead yet, it took much longer for the snake to finish; he liked to play with his food.
As scary as the end of the street was she found it herself there much quicker than she expect. Unlike the week before, she was only there a second before…
“Hello beautiful.” Two hands gripped her shoulder blades tightly. That familiar cold breath whipped across her neck like a snow storm. The blizzard had arrived and she was caught in it again. She closed her eyes. It was hard to hate him now that he was here. She wondered what spell he had over her. She couldn’t even see him this time. He hadn’t even smiled at her. Was she falling in love or was this simply an illusion? A hand left her shoulder and she could no longer feel his chest against her back. Her eyes shot open. Her wand!
She turned around ripping his hand off her shoulder. He sneered and fiddled the thing in-between his fingers. His artic blue eyes stared at her, waiting for her next move. She could see it in his eyes; it was all a game to him.
“You brought a wand this time,” his laugh was almost evil. He was taunting her and enjoying every moment of it. “Did our last date make you lose all trust in me?” He didn’t wait for an answer before pocketing the wand. “It’s a shame, I thought we’d really made a breakthrough.” Hermione narrowed her eyes. How could she have lost her head even for a second? However, she refused to let him get the glory of getting to her. She simply shrugged and said nothing.
He seized the opportunity. He closed the space between them in one smooth step.
“Can you not talk?” He smirked. “I can always help loosen your jaw.” He brought his head inches from hers. Locking their eyes and distracting her. He moved so close their noses touched. “Just say the word and I’ll stop,” his whisper was delicate, human and unreal. His eyes were enchanting. Her brain had stopped working. That barrier that had fallen a week ago, well, she was on the other side today, right here, now. His hand moved to the back of her neck the other wrapped around her waist connect them there. She wasn’t sure if she didn’t stop him because she couldn’t or because she didn’t want to. He tilted his head ever so slightly. Their lips just barely touch and she broke away.
“NO!” She shouted. She closed her eyes for a second. “Malfoy…” She took a step forward and looked back at him. It was hard to tell exactly what his expression held. “You can’t do this.” She felt like she was scolding him. She wanted to scream at him. She wanted him to be as confused and angry as she was. She wanted him to pay for making her feel…feel so… What did she feel? Sure she was angry and confused but a moment ago…what had she felt then? It hadn’t been joy but it hadn’t been anger either. Draco saw the thoughts in her face. He read her like a book.
“Hermione,” her name was a flower to him, a holy word, “Listen to me for a moment.” He was a different person. The sneer was gone, the sarcasm too. How could he change so fast? Why did he change at all? “Every Malfoy knows they are arranged to be married…when they learn to talk they learn that fact.” Her heart was beating fast again. Why was he having such an effect on her? She hated him! Didn’t she? “When I entered my fourth year my parents told me who. I hated the fact the first year. Then I watched you from afar. Then I knew why it had to be.” He stepped closer to her. Why was she so mesmerized? Why was her heart so easy to read? “True love hardly ever comes around, and I know that’s what you want. I know even love is hard to find in arranged marriages but I’m asking you for just the slightest chance. If you fight love then you’ll never fall.”
The words echoed through her mind. If you fight love… Hadn’t she already done that? She’d always fought with Ron, always. You’ll never fall… Every girl wanted that. To fall in love, at least once. To know what it was like to if only for a moment, be with a guy who cared for you, who loved you back. She stared at him. Was this some kind of joke? They were still a step apart, still too far for him to make a move.
Does he lie?
“Not at all. It’s strange though…”
“You my dear.”
“I can’t…I don’t know.” She kept her frustration in her head. She had to make a decision. Draco was seemingly pouring out his heart to her and she wasn’t sure she bought it.
She took a step forward and it felt like a new barrier was broken. She suddenly felt like the ground had melted away. She had nothing to stand on and it was terrifying. Draco however had ground; he was stable on his feet. His hands moved back to where they were only seconds before.
“If you never fall…” He whispered in softly in her ear. “How can I ever catch you?”
Her heart beat faster and faster. She felt as if any second she would fall through the ground. Was she honestly okay with this? She wasn’t fighting it. She didn’t want to fight it. Draco pulled her closer. She could feel his chest against her own. Their hearts beat together. She could feel his race as he came ever closer. She’d been right last time. He was just as nervous and scared as her. He was feeling the same things. Her arms found their way around his waist. She looked up at his crystal blue eyes.
“Draco…” she whispered more to herself. She was backing out again, slipping just out of his grip. “It’s hard for me.” Now it was her turn to poor out her heart. “I don’t want to get hurt.” His cheek rested on hers. His lips once again by her ear.
“Then let me promise to never hurt you.” Was it a promise he could really make? Was it one she was willing to accept? She pulled away. She couldn’t take it. “I understand.” The statement was so simple, but made her feel so guilty.
Draco Malfoy was indeed very human. He could actually be sweet. It just wasn’t like him. It wasn’t like her to be so shallow, to be so easily snared. She hated it. There had to be a lie somewhere in it.
“I would like my wand back Draco.” She didn’t look up at him. She started at the ground. She heard the sneer quite clearly and she felt the barrier rise.
“We haven’t even started our date. Perhaps I’ll let you have it back when we are done. Perhaps.” She looked up at his sneer and cursed herself for it.
“Where,” she began curtly, “are we going then?” His sneer changed instantly into a smile.
“It’s a muggle café. Just around the block.” Hermione nodded softly and they walked in an odd awkward silence. She couldn’t help but look over at him. He wasn’t ugly, far from it. She could help but laugh when his white-blonde hair fell into his eyes. Without thinking she reached up and moved it away. Everything was telling her to run far away. Everything within her was telling her to go find Ron. She sighed. Ron had never showed feelings. What would make him start now?
She wondered why Draco had been so quick to jump to try and kiss her again. She wondered if he was used to girls rejecting him. She always remembered seeing him with Pansy at Hogwarts. She felt so nervous around him. She wanted to go back where it was safe. But where was safe anymore? She closed her eyes as they rounded the corner.
“It’s strange. I didn’t expect the pureblood prince set foot in a muggle café.” Was she trying to be mean or start a conversation? Even she didn’t know.
“Well,” his voice was a little too curt for her liking, “we could always,” his voice changed, growing oddly suggestive, “go back to my place.” She had sounded mean and she winced at his words. She supposed she might have deserved that but she still didn’t like it. Even to imagine what would happen if they did that sent shivers of fear down her spine. “We’re here.” She looked up to a cute little café. All themed for the summer and everything. She doubted they knew anything about the war going on. Still, it was nice to go to a bright place still. He pulled the door opened and waved her in. She had the sudden feeling that maybe it wasn’t really Draco. However her doubts were gone when Draco was snippy with the waitress that seated them.
A small booth in the back was available and Draco almost demanded it. It was a circular both made for three. Hermione took one side and Draco the other, leaving a small space between them for another person.
“Can I get you two something to drink?” The waitress asked just as snippy as Draco had been.
“Can I have a orange soda?” Hermione asked as politely as she could. She felt really sorry for the girl.
“Sure huney, and for you sir.” Hermione couldn’t help but laugh at that. However she stopped after one look from Draco.
“I’ll take a bu- a water please.” Hermione noticed that he almost said butterbeer. The waitress left without another word. It was still so odd for her, to be sitting there with Draco.
“So…” she whispered feeling more nervous than ever. “Maybe we should start by,” she looked up at him, “getting to know each other better.”
“Alright… what do you want to talk about?” She stared at him for a moment.
“Is the great Draco Malfoy scared of conversation?” she teased with a smile. He was taken aback.
“What? No!” She laughed and his expression softened. “You know I meant it, when I said I loved your laugh.” Hermione went red but sighed.
“At least there’s something to love.” She looked away from Draco.
“What do you mean?” He asked slightly confused. He could read her from a few expressions but didn’t understand a simple statement. Before she could be pressured into explaining the waitress came by with their drinks. They ordered food and then she was gone again.
“It’s strange…this whole situation.” Hermione felt so weird. She hardly noticed the Draco was closer than when the waitress came.
“What could be so strange about marring me?” Draco taunted. It made Hermione smile but that was all. She didn’t like that normal conversation couldn’t stay normal conversation. She could not bring herself to say more.
In fact, not another word was said. However by the time they had finished eating, there was no space between them. Hermione couldn’t say she minded. She was watching him, they both were aware of the closeness. Thighs touching, and hearts racing.
“Draco,” Hermione said looking away. “Why are you trying so hard?” It was a question that had been killing her since they’d kissed.
“What can I say, you’ve just grown on me.” Draco’s famous sneer made her remember who she was talking to but still. She kept fighting this. Could happiness really be found from hatred? Could she ever be happy with Draco? “Honestly…I figured that maybe it could be a twisted version of Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet.” Draco stared at the wall of the café while Hermione stared at him. Shakespeare? She read Romeo and Juliet when she was ten. She closed her eyes for a second remembering the play.
“My only love sprung from my only hate!
Too early seen unknown, and known to late!
Prodigious birth of love it is to me,
That I must love a loathed enemy.”
Hermione quoted it as if she had read it only yesterday. Literature was her thing and Draco had begun to enter her world. He looked over at her almost surprised.
“Shakespeare is only one of the few great poets of his time. It’s a shame there weren’t more.” Draco spoke with dignity and grace but somehow she knew what it all meant. The door opened and more costumers came in. However neither noticed it.
“I sincerely hope I do not commit suicide in the next five days. Though, I will admit it has already crossed my mind,” she joked. Draco smiled.
“Am I honestly that bad?”
“No…You’re not actually.” She looked over at him surprised at herself. He leaned forward.
“What ’s in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet.
Therefore Hermione, you are the same even as Virginia.” Her heart beat faster. For the first time she wasn’t upset about it. He came no closer to her face but she knew what he wanted. He’d gone 90 it was time for her 10. One hand gripping the table almost for dear life Hermione leaned forward and let her lips meet with Draco’s.
Unlike the first kiss she felt more alert. Her eyes closed slowly and she saw fireworks behind the black lids. His lips were amazing warm compared to the rest of him. Against hers they caused a tingling sensation to start and run through her whole body. Her stomach was a jitter and her hands shook. Draco slid his arms around her waist slowly bringing her closer. She didn’t feel like she could be closer to him. She suddenly felt she didn’t want to break away, didn’t want to ever leave him. What was it? It couldn’t be love!
He pulled away before her. Her eyes slowly opened and stared back at his crystal blues. They were soul searching. They made her feel naked like nothing could be hidden from him. They made her feel safe.
“Ahem!” It was the stupid waitress. Hermione’s moment was over. She was at least a foot away from Draco. Glowing red cheeks hid behind a dessert menu. Draco however was as calm and collective as ever. He didn’t miss a beat.
“Yes miss?” He asked smiling curtly at her.
“I was wondering if you needed anything?” Hermione peeked her head over the edge of her menu and exchanged a look with Draco. He caught her drift.
“No, I believe we are good, I’d like the check please.” The waitress handed him a small piece of a paper and then pointed in the direction of the door.
“The meal has already been paid for. A mid-aged couple came in, paid for it and told me to give you the receipt.” Draco looked puzzled. However after he looked at the receipt he groaned.
“What is it?” Hermione asked putting the menu down. The waitress had disappeared.
“My parents paid.” He shook his head. “Come on, let’s go for a walk.” Hermione smiled as he helped her out of the booth. Surprisingly he didn’t let go of her hand after they’d left the café. She didn’t want him to ever let go.
“Draco,” she whispered with a ring to her voice on the o, “if I promise not to runaway can I have my wand back?” She felt like she was being sinister.
“For a small price,” was Draco’s sneering remark. She looked at him for a moment and smirked.
“I’m afraid I don’t have any money with me.” She felt her heat beat race. Taunting him back was more fun they she thought it would be. Was she smiling?
“That’s fine. I can be paid in many other ways.” He smiled as he stopped in the middle of the sidewalk. His free hand grabbed her free hand. He bent at his elbows eliminating all space between them. He was so cold it sent shivers down her spine. He leaned down just as she stretched upward. Their lips met again. This time her whole body felt it. She felt as if she was falling through air. She felt as if she was going to fall to ground miles away. She was scared to hit that ground. Then Draco’s arms snaked around her waist again. The snake coiling around the rabbit preparing for the meal. She felt like she was suspended in air. No longer falling, but floating… Floating because she’d been caught.
His lips though no longer touching hers didn’t move very far away. He rested cheek against cheek and let his lips tickle her ear as he spoke.
“I told you I wouldn’t let you fall…I promised to catch you. Didn’t I?” His words made her shiver and she opened her eyes to see the platinum hair. She ran her fingers through it to find it extremely silky. She felt the blood rush to her cheeks and knew it wouldn’t be long before it burst through. She didn’t feel enchanted like before, it felt so real. It was real. It was real.
She was really this close to Draco Malfoy. She’d just kissed him. She’d kissed THE Draco Malfoy. She didn’t want to step away but she did. He sensed the change too. She lowered her head. She felt like her emotions were so quick to change. Was it honestly fair to him to lay egg shells?
“I keep wanting to pretend you hadn’t been so cruel,” she whispered. “When there was no Voldemort…you were the one we fought…the one we feared. Then you only added to the problems. My heart wants to fall Draco…I promise you it does but my brain wont let it.” It was the hardest thing for her to say in her entire life. She could hardly explain why. She didn’t want these emotions forming. She didn’t like this. This wasn’t safe anymore. Tears formed at her eyes. She could take it. They spilled over faster than she could blink.
“Hermione…” he whispered, “don’t cry.” He lifted her head on a finger and used the other hand to wipe away the tears. “I’m not expecting you to fall this quickly. If I had known then what I know now…well it doesn’t matter.” He leaned forward and gave her the shortest kiss. Somehow it stopped them, her tears. They melted away back into her eyes.
“I want to go home Draco,” she whispered. She sounded scared, lonely, and helpless. He nodded and took her by the hand. Was this an improvement? Or a set back? Lady Silence traversed with them. She held the vocal cords tight so even breathing wouldn’t make a noise. She stopped the leaves and the birds, and all other things from moving, breathing and making noise.
The corner came and the movement of both of them stopped. Draco hugged Hermione.
“Can I see you tomorrow?” Hermione stared. She was being asked. She suddenly had a choice. “I will-“
“No. I want to see you. What time?” Her voice shook but she smiled shyly at him.
“Noon, dress however.” She nodded and her heart ached for him to stay. He let go of her and was gone with the wind. She gasped suddenly; then swallowed with a terrified feeling. He still had her wand.
Thank you William Shakespeare for the use of two qoutes from your wonderful play Romeo and Juilet.
I hope you all enjoyed the chapter and will stick around for more I swear it gets more plot soon rather than all this love-dove stuff...not that the love is bad of course. ^_-
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