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Hermione’s lips made forceful contact with Draco’s. Draco’s kiss was like a drug that Hermione was dying to get addicted to. His body had tensed up when she kissed him, but without missing a beat he relaxed and kissed her back hungrily. “Finally.” They both thought. Draco slowly broke away from her and looked down into her warm golden brown eyes. “Hermione…” he whispered. “I want you to know that this…”

“Kiss me.” She said. “Talk later, kiss now.” He smirked and she couldn’t help but flash a matching smirk of her own. His lips met hers again in a much tender kiss this time. Their first had been wonderful, but rough and eager. This was much more slow and passionate. His kisses took her breath away. He parted her warm lips with his own and he brushed his tongue lightly across her bottom lip. Hermione opened her mouth and massaged his tongue with hers warmly welcoming it into her mouth. Needing air, she broke the kiss. Hermione turned her head and gasped for air. She had just about managed to get her heart rate back to normal when she felt Draco’s lips lightly kissing her neck and that one little spot behind her ear that made her shiver. Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck and held on for dear life. She felt his arms encircle her waist and hold on to her tightly. “Please don’t let go.” She said softly in his ear.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” He said.

They fell asleep together right there on the couch, and that night Hermione slept better than had ever had in her whole life. She had a reoccurring dream that she was dancing the night away with her masked man. He held her close and promised to never let her go, but this time when she looked in his face, there was no mask. Draco’s smooth handsome face was smiling down at her, and then kissing her hand goodbye, he slipped away into the early first light of the morning.

Letting her eyes flutter open, she turned over to look at Draco, but she found that he had gone. Disappointed, she sat up and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. Hermione looked around the common room and she saw she was completely alone. She fell back against the pillows and groaned. She heard the portrait door open, and she craned her neck to the side to see who it was. Draco walked in holding two scones and a flask of pumpkin juice. He smiled when he saw Hermione.

“Good morning. Did you have a good sleep?” Draco asked her.

“Mmm. Where were you this morning? You weren’t here when I woke up.” She said. He bent down and kissed her on the cheek.

“First I had to shower, and then I thought you would be hungry so I brought us back some breakfast. It has to be a quick breakfast though because that bloody meeting with the prefects starts in fifteen minutes.” He said briskly.

“Oh god…” Hermione whispered.

“What? What’s wrong?” Draco asked full of concern.

“You’re a morning person aren’t you? How can you possibly be this awake in the morning?”

Draco laughed at her softly and handed her a scone. She tore off a piece and popped it into her mouth. “We are going to need to talk about this sooner or later aren’t we?” She asked in a voice hardly louder than a whisper. Hermione looked down at her hands and nervously began picking at her fingernails. She felt Draco sit down beside her.

“Yes. I guess we will.”

“Draco, what would everyone think? You and me together? Bloody hell, I don’t even know what I think about us. Or rather, the hypothetical ‘us’. I mean, they all think we’re a couple already but I don’t necessarily want to prove them right. I don’t regret last night. I’m not saying that I wouldn’t want to be with you, I’m just saying that…bugger I don’t even know what I’m saying…” Hermione said holding her head in her hands. She looked over at Draco who looked paler than usual and had a worried expression on his face.

“Hermione, please don’t break it off before it even starts. Just give it a chance. Give us a chance.”

“Yeah? But what if it doesn’t work Draco? Then what do we do? Do we go back to the way things were before we became friends? We live together remember? You have to admit that it would be uncomfortable. And dancing. What about dancing? If we break up then we will still have to dance together and that would be…painful.”

“We’ll finish this later, but right now we have to go.” He said standing up. She nodded and left to change her clothes. In record time she was back downstairs and ready to go. They walked through the halls silently together, neither one had said a word since the common room. They reached the conference room that Dumbledore had set up for these meetings, and went inside. Almost everyone was there already except for Aryn Barker and Tim Kaiser, the Slytherin prefects who were late as usual. Draco and Hermione took their seats at the head of the table and Hermione began to speak.

“Thank you everyone for coming this morning. I know it’s early,” many people in the room groaned in agreement, “but unfortunately I do not choose the meeting times, Professor Dumbledore does so I think it would be best if we just tried to get through this quickly so we can enjoy the rest of our Saturday.” She stood up to retrieve the folder of information that Professor McGonagall had left her. She walked back over to the table, but didn’t sit down. She felt more comfortable speaking to groups of people standing up. Flipping through it she skimmed the notes and started again.

“We will need to plan a Christmas dance that will take place a week from tomorrow. Does anyone have any questions regarding that?” The Hufflepuff prefect, Anna Cordella spoke up.

“I have a question. Why didn’t we have a Halloween dance this year?”

Hermione was about to answer but Draco beat her to it. “Well, if you had paid attention during the last meeting when we covered that, then you would know that Hogwarts can only have a certain amount of dances or performances per year and this years spring dance recital is taking its place. And I believe Hermione asked about the Christmas dance, not about Halloween.” He scowled at her and she blushed and bowed her head.

“Erm…well yes Draco is right, but to stay on task, we are going to need to decide if we want it to be a formal or casual dance. All in favor of formal…?” All the girls raised their hands while the boys left theirs hanging at their sides, not wanting to have to wear uncomfortable dress robes. “Well it’s a tie, so Draco I’m going to need a ruling on this one.”

“Formal.” He said emotionlessly.

“What?! That is so unfair! Not all of us agreed.” Said Denis Creevy, the Gryffindor prefect.

“I’m sorry Denis, the Heads have the last word and most of us agreed anyways so…moving on. Could someone please inform Hagrid that we will need one dozen Christmas trees in the Great Hall no later than four o’clock next Sunday?” The Ravenclaw prefect raised her hand and nodded that she would. “Um, I don’t think there are anymore announcements for now other than these,” she passed around the paper with the new night patrol assignments on them. “We will meet again at the same time next Saturday, the day before the dance to finalize details. Professor Flitwick has offered to do decorations again so nothing to worry about there. That’s all then.”

Everyone stood and left. Hermione was about to make her way out too, when Draco caught her elbow and held her back. “Let’s talk, please? We need to sort this out.” He said. She sat down in the chair next to him and waited for him to speak. “Look Hermione, for the first time in my life I have no one holding me back. No one has committed me to doing something I don’t want to do, and I’m free to run my life the way I please and my family can’t tell me otherwise. I want to be with you Hermione. I don’t know why, but I’m happy when I’m with you, and I like that feeling. I opened myself up to you. I trust you. Please don’t do this to me.” He finished.

She looked into his eyes and she saw the sincerity in them. “How could I possibly be in a relationship with him? We’ve been friends for bit over a month, but now he wants me to be his girlfriend? That was what he was asking wasn’t it?” she thought. Sure she cared about him, and would undoubtedly be happy with him, but something was holding her back from saying yes. “I don’t know Draco… maybe, maybe I shouldn’t have kissed you the other night. I didn’t think it all the way through and now…”

“Hermione, don’t finish that sentence. Last night you told me not to let you go, and I know you don’t say things if there is no truth behind them. I’m not just going to forget about this.” Draco didn’t give her a chance to respond. He cupped her chin in his hand and pulled her to him roughly, kissing her full on the mouth much like she had done the night before.

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