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It had started as a mere acquaintance. Her friend knew his friend and they happened to all meet one day. They had thought that there was nothing special between the two of them, but they were wrong.
Maybe it was the summer heat. Maybe just chance. Whatever it was, the day that Draco Malfoy first saw Hermione Granger after Hogwarts was the start of something new.
* * *
She grabbed his arm to stop him from turning away from her. He looked down on to her face, in to those eyes that had captivated him for so long. She touched his face gently with her hand, holding him there, preventing him from turning from her.
"It's something new and different and weird and scary, but I wouldn't have it any other way," she whispered.
"Because I love you"
* * *
"Do I really have to go to this stupid event?"
"Yes, Hermione! It's just a formal dinner anyway." She glared at the brunette before continuing, "Besides, I'm not going to make you stay for all the dancing stuff against your will."
Hermione merely nodded and left the room in the direction of the bathroom. She looked in the mirror above the dazzling white sink. "I don't know why I bother going to these", she said to herself.
Sighing she turned on the tap and let the hot water fill the sink, tendrils of smoke curling and condensing on the cool surface of the mirror. She wiped a strip of it away with her hand. She gazed thoughtfully at her distorted reflection, a slight frown marring her face. She had never considered herself to be pretty, except for perhaps her eyes. They were such a light brown colour that often times they appeared to be golden. Her hair was always a mess unless she used some form of potion or charm on it. I’ll be damned if I’m going to another one of these events again. I’ll make this one count for something!
She turned sharply from the mirror and strode purposefully in to her bedroom. She may not be conventionally pretty or have the best figure in the world, but she was bloody well going to make sure that she made herself look as good as she possibly could.
* * *
He gazed in to her eyes, the candlelight making them appear the golden colour he had come to love. He couldn’t believe what he had just heard. He had dreamed of hearing those words for so long and yet not long enough. He could not pinpoint the moment exactly when he fell in love with her, but against all the odds that were stacked against them, he had.
He leant down until he was a hairs breadth from her lips, “I love you, too.”
And the he claimed her slightly parted lips with his own.
* * *
They arrived at the function some hours later, Hermione surprisingly having to almost drag her friend out of the door. She had debated whether or not to wear her hair up as she had at similar events in the past but decided against it. Her hair was left loose and significantly tamed enough to reach down to the middle of her back in gentle curls and waves.
Her attire for the evening was a different matter entirely. Traditionally she wore a demure dress in a light pastel shade but tonight was different. The neckline as slightly décolleté, giving just a hint of cleavage and the silken fabric of the dress caressed her skin as it swayed around her hips. The deep scarlet of the dress lent a light blushing effect to her smooth, pale skin.
She gazed around the large hall, taking note here and there of a face that she recognised from her days at Hogwarts. It seemed that those times were so long ago and yet, in reality, they were merely a couple of years ago. She had grown a lot during her time there. They all had.
She whipped her head around to the direction that the voice was coming from. Her friend motioned with her hand for Hermione to join her near a group of men, all of which were dressed smartly in wizarding robes. She had never seen such a peculiar sight. The colour of the robes varied from wizard to wizard, that was not what had caught Hermione’s eye. It appeared that the fairest of them was wearing the darkest robes of obsidian black, whilst the least fair of the number was wearing robes of a lighter, pepper grey. Those in between the two extremes graduated accordingly, but the overall imagery of the group of gentlemen was enough to almost send her in to a fit of childish giggles. Almost.
Hermione drifted towards her friend and the group of wizards by her side, not really paying attention to who they were, but instead concentrating on trying to get at least a modicum of attention from them other than being part of “that trio thing”.
“Hermione, I’d like you to meet an acquaintance of a friend of mine,” she said, gesturing to the wizard with hair of the lightest blond that she had ever seen. No, that couldn’t be right. She had seen hair exactly like that before and it had haunted her dreams ever since that fateful night.
“Malfoy,” she whispered.
She had finally found him again at last.
* * *
They apparated back to her flat, the need to feel each other as closely as possible too strong to allow merely walking up the three flights of stairs that led to her abode.
Lips still attached to the others, Hermione backed her way in to her bedroom, the man she loved following shortly after. She had waited for this moment for a lifetime and now it was finally here.
The back of her legs gently came to a rest on the edge of the bed just as Draco began to sensually kiss her neck. She loved it. She loved him more than anything. He made her feel more alive than she had ever felt. His mere touch sent jolts of electricity through her. He was her drug and she was addicted to him.
Reverently, they undressed each other in the moonlight that filtered through the window. She adored everything about him, from his hair that shimmered in the light, to the tips of his very toes.
He continued to lavish his attentions on her, before she gently brought his face level with her own and kissed him passionately, taking instant control and thrusting her tongue in to his mouth. The sudden show of dominance startled him momentarily before he relaxed in to the glorious feelings that she gave him.
He lowered her gently on to her bed, careful not to break the eye contact that they had formed only moments before. They felt that they could literally drown in the other’s eyes, and would, if it were not for the person kissing them keeping them anchored to where they were.
And it was on this night that Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy first made love.
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