Chapter 9

I turned and looked at him, expecting to see a monster. All I saw was innocence radiating from his eyes as he struggled to keep it together.

“Why were you ignoring me?” He demanded.

I couldn’t face the truth, I couldn’t tell him what I was I really feeling so I just stood there, staring into his eyes. Willing him to know not to ask me.

‘You have just as much fault as I do when it came to what happened. Because it happened I assumed there was something there which you aren’t telling me, now for Merlin’s sake please tell me Hermione” He pleaded piercing me with his eyes.

I still didn’t answer him, I still couldn’t answer him. No matter how hard I tried to get the words to form I just couldn’t let them escape my mouth.

Draco kept looking back at me, as if expecting me to grow an extra head. Finally he realised that despite what he was telling me, he wasn’t going to get much out of me at the moment.

“Fine Hermione, if you want to play it like that. I wonder; just how many guys do you kiss and then avoid?” Draco smirked

This felt like the old Draco, the old one I despised and yet lusted after like every single other girl in the entirety of Hogwarts.

I felt like slapping him, I felt like wringing his neck and at the same time I felt like pushing him against the wall and kissing him.

My mind willed me not to do anything, my body took over and created the action for me.

Before Draco could register what was going on, he was against the wall and I was pressing my mouth to his. I kissed him with all the passion that had built up over the years. It took a few moments of shock on Draco’s behalf before he began to kiss me back. Eventually I felt his mouth yield under mine and we were hooked on this passion play that continued for several minutes.

It was I who initiated it, but it was Draco who broke it off.

He pulled away and stared at me again, this time it was like he was expecting me to disappear.

I wanted to say something, I opened my mouth to do it, but in that instance he had taken me by the shoulders and switched positions.

He pressed his mouth to mine softly, gently kissing me until I was weak in the knees. Even then all he did was pulled me into his arms and kiss me more. I was floating, I was in heaven and it was Draco that was my stairway. In the back of my mind I knew what I was doing was wrong, I knew that what was occurring between us was in some ways unimaginable. It was the tiny part of my brain that said that Draco was a good kisser that took over and allowed it to be possible.

As soon as it had started, I knew I wanted it to continue. It was then that Draco decided to pull away. He gave me one last look before pulling away, turning and walking through the door.

I stood there watching him leave me, my lips still tingling from where his had touched mine.

I couldn’t believe that he had walked out on me, I thought, well I didn’t know what I thought, it had just happened.

Ginny stared at me, unable to comprehend what was happening.

“So you guys shared you first real, full on passionate kiss and he walked out on you?”

I looked at her as if she was mad before replying.

“Kinda sad isn’t it, when you think about it. I had pushed him against a wall and kissed him. He didn’t ask for it, he didn’t expect it, I just did it, I just felt like kissing him. Then he returned the favour both by kissing me and by walking out.” I replied.

I felt her hand come around my shoulders. I leant in to her comfort, of nearly all the memories I possessed of the year; that was one of the hardest.

“Ginny, thanks for this, but I don’t think you want to hear the rest.” I told her.

She hit me at this point making me look at her face. She was incredulous.

“Hermione Granger, of course I want to hear about the sexual gymnastics between sex-god Malfoy and book-worm Granger.” She replied.

I laughed, trust Ginny to use that as an excuse to hear my pain. Despite her reason, I continued to tell my tale of woe.


The next day I could barely get of bed. Lavender and the rest had stayed up all night trying to get information out of me. I had refused them the delight, but had payed for it this morning. I couldn’t believe how tired I was for just one night.

“You know Hermione, we can always torture you other ways. Look at it this way if you tell us now then we can at least get the worst of the gossip down by the end of the week and that way you will be home free. What do you think?”

Lavender’s voice had entered through my dreams once again as her ever so subtle voice of reason was dripped with desperation to know what was going on. Lavender prided herself on knowing all the gossip, to have this juicy piece floating around without her knowledge would tarnish her reputation, especially because I was Gryffindor and stayed in her dorm.

“Hermione” She drawled. “I know you’re awake, and I know you’re able to hear me. Come talk to Aunty Lavender.”

I had to smile at that comment. Lavender was as subtle as a hippopotamus when it came to these sorts of things.

“Aunty Lavender! Oh I can’t wait to see Aunty Lavender!” I retorted sarcastically.

At that I got out of bed and went into the bathroom.

“Fine Hermione, but see if I cover for you anymore!” She yelled at the closed door, obviously frustrated with it all.

I let out a laugh at this, thinking that she had never covered for me in my life.

I left the common room ten minutes later in hopes of catching the last of breakfast before it was floated away.

On my way into the Great Hall I caught a flash of blonde hair and I quickly followed it.

Draco was avoiding me.

I could see him turning the corner in hopes of throwing me off the track. I jogged a little and turned the corner to find it empty.

“Damn” I thought to myself. “I’ve lost him”

I turned and saw him standing there. He had been in an alcove watching me walk past. He caught my eye and looked away.

“Avoiding me hey?” I asked “Well it looks like I’m not the only one with flaws”

It hurt to see him like this, not acknowledging my existence. The tears pricked my eyes as I fought to keep them at bay, knowing that he must never see them. Just as they were about to fall he spoke.

“Flaws are only in the eye of the beholder Granger.” He whispered so lightly I had to strain to catch it.

“So what flaws do you see in me then Malfoy?” I retorted, emphasising his last name to let him know I had heard it.

He looked up at me.

“That’s just it Hermione, you look at me and all you see is flaws.” He replied. “I look at you and I don’t see any.”

He looked so melancholy that I was left speechless. Surely I had heard him wrong. He had just called me flawless or perfect.

I looked down. I was trying to establish how this was possible, how he could possible have said that.

When I looked up again, he had gone.

(A/N I know I know before you start bombarding me with tomatoes I know I haven’t updated in a while, I also know that it was actually HIS fault…..Please please please Review)
P.S. A shout out to all the TFOers out there.....

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