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Chapter 13 : Finally Falling
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Her hands played with the strings on her sweatpants. They were blue with white strips down edge of leg from her waist to her ankle. Her watch said it was a minute until noon. As it beeped for twelve, the air around her picked up and swirled. It caused her straightened hair to blow and get all tangled in the hoop earrings she was wearing. Finally it died down and the boy stood before her, grinning devilishly.
“Didn’t think you’d come today?” He said closing the space between them in one swift step. He was admiring her outfit as she quickly untangled her hair.
“I didn’t think you’d keep my wand, guess that makes us even.” Hermione shifted her weight to her tippy-toes and let her lips brush against Draco’s. Just as she thought. Tingles drifted up and down her spine. She closed her eyes and picture Draco calling her a mudblood. Just as she thought. She pulled away but kept the same expression she had gone in with. She was happy to see him. “It would be nice to have my wand back.” She whispered into his ear, making her voice shift with every other word. It was oddly strange to feel Draco shudder beneath her, yet oddly rewarding at the same time.
“I’m afraid I’ve changed you, Hermione,” he whispered back. Her spine went rigid. She would have to change that.
“Call me, Virginia,” She doted in his ear. She could feel the millions of butterflies dancing in her stomach, soaking up the magic of her nerves. “But my wand Draco…” Draco grabbed her hand faster than she expected. Her eyes shot open to stare into his smug ones. He knew he had surprised her, even without her sudden intake of breath. He’d done it on purpose. His eyes held an expression of innocence with that inner evil. His blue eyes were beautiful but not in comparison to his platinum blonde hair. It was like a sheet falling gracefully over his head, and sometimes, into his eyes. Lost in his face she felt herself reddening and knew she was thinking the impossible.
‘God he’s hot.’ Hermione had never expected herself to think those words about anyone but she thought them now and reveled in them. The man she was going to marry was gorgeous. He leaned forward and kissed her. She stayed staring at his eyes, and found them even more enchanting when they were closed. Finally she felt Draco close her fist around the long wood object that was her wand. Draco’s lips never left hers as his hand went to her waist bringing her even closer.
“You have no pockets,” he pointed out graciously as he pulled away. Hermione went red for a moment. “Where will you keep your wand?” He asked resting his forehead on hers. Knowing what he was up to she took the bait.
“Perhaps you better hold onto it for me.” She was looking forward to the date and wanting to get to it, rather than this silly game. Draco’s muscled hand carefully pulled the wand free from her fist. With that taken care of, she smiled up at Draco. “Where are we going today?” His grinned returned to that devilish look as his hand gripped hers.
“Depends? How open are you to falling?” Hermione took his words to be metaphoric rather than literal. She felt herself grinning just as devilishly as him.
“I’d do anything to fall right now.”
However seconds later she ate her words, along with what she hoped wasn’t a bug, as she soared through the air on the back of Draco’s broomstick.
“Are you crazy?” She screamed as Draco went into a nose dive to the ground so far away. She held on him trying not to look down. She’d always hated heights. As they began to pick up speed and she closed her eyes and buried her head in Draco’s neck. “Pull up…please pull up.” She screeched.
“Just a moment more, Virginia…we’ve almost reached the place.” Hermione refused to look up no matter how soon it would be. Her hair was caught by the wind blowing out toward the end of the broomstick.
They touch ground in front of a large building. When Hermione unburied her head from Draco’s neck she looked over at the place flabbergasted. The building was elegantly decorated on the outside. She longed to see the inside and explore every section she could. The building was old; it had to hold a lot of history in it.
“Come on,” Draco said grabbing her hand and pulling her toward the house. “This is my grandfather’s house,” he whispered as they sneaked around to the back of the house. Hermione felt a strange thrill as they crept by a large window. “He died a few years ago but,” he smiled at Hermione before continuing. “His and his wife’s ghosts still roam around this place.” Draco leaned his broom up against the house as he opened the back door.
As she entered the house Hermione felt excited. This inside was better than outside. Brilliant paintings decorated the ceilings. Mahogany furniture decorated the space. Hermione was admiring the ceiling of the room in which they stood. A dragon was breathing fire at hordes of angry wizards. She jumped a foot when Draco came from behind and snaked his arms around her waist.
“I’ll let you in on a little family secret,” Draco whispered into Hermione’s ear as he too looked up at ceiling. “They say when you cross a dragon and it doesn’t strike out at you, you are in for a miracle.” His hands connected at her stomach. She was vaguely aware of his muscled chest pressing against her back. “But the Malfoy’s know it isn’t a dragon you need for a miracle but,” he paused letting the suspense take away her breath, “a single,” he slowly turned her to face him, “simple,” he was leaning so close she could smell the peppermint of his breath, “kiss.”
Hermione felt something change as he kissed her. It was more than just lips touching lips, more than a tingling running through her. Her whole heart leapt out of her body and jumped around. She felt like miracles were possible. Her eyes closed as the kiss deepened. She felt herself leaning back and gravity was suddenly out of funk.
She’d fallen and as Draco kept her close to him she knew she’d been caught.
So I has going to make this one longer but I figured out there are only two chapter until I hit a dead end...I really am stuck. I have to make a desision that is very important to the story line. So after the next two chapters there might be a break in updating until I have time in inspiration but I promise you'll love the next to so much you'll kill me. I hope you enjoyed this chapter 6500+ reads you all rock! Thanks for readin and reviewing.
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