Chapter 2

(Draco's POV)

I was in the room of requirement laying down on the blue couch that appeared when I had entered the room, when I heard the doors open. I didn't need to look up to see who it was. I felt her dark chocolate eyes on me. I could tell she was thinking really hard about something. Didn't know what it was, but whatever it was she was overthinking it.

"Are going to stand there and stare at me all night, or are you going to come sit next to me." I smirked.

" And just to think I was going to compliment you." She quipped walking towards I sat up.

I pulled her into my lap, and kissed her face lightly. We sat in total silence, just kissing and holding each other. I was at peace with myself. With her. Then finally She broke the silence.

"Draco?" She asked

"Yes Hermione?" I asked

"Why did you kiss me yesterday?" she asked in a whisper

"Why did you kiss me back?" I countered

"I asked first." She demanded

I just shrugged not knowing what to say really. Hermione was hard to lie to, that I know for sure. She gave me a disapproving look, and I broke down. Sort of.

"Cause I wanted to." I answered honestly.

"Yes I figured that much, but why did you want kiss me?" She was getting impatient with me.

"Does it really matter why?" I was stalling.

"Yes it does. You have been nothing but a foul git since the day we met. Then you snog me out of nowhere, So there I believe I need an explanation on why." She demanded.

'Bossy witch.' I thought

"I...I *sigh* I kissed you because I've had a crush on you since first year." I confessed quickly.

Hermione stared at me in shock. She looked at me as if she were searching a time. She opened her mouth as if she were going to say something, but she closed it. She opened it again and words came out this time.

"You, Draco Malfoy, have liked me since first year." She asked in disbelief.

"Yeah" I replied

"Why" She asked curiously

"I guess you just caught my eye" How I don't know. "I saw you helping out Longbottom out one day after I was harassing him one day. You didn't want anything from him. You just helped him out of the kindness of your heart. You just have a way of being selfless, and I just sort of made you stick out to me. And Merlin knows you've almost died quite a few times, helping Pothead and Weaselbee I've never seen that before"

"What, be do the right thing" She gave a sympathetic look.

"Help people, without ever wanting something from them." I clarified.

"That's... sad" Hermione said.

"What is?" I asked.

"No one has ever really been your friend. They just act like they want to be your friend so that they can get something from you."

I thought about it for a moment. " Blaise and Theo have been my friends since we were three. For the most part they've been my only real friends for the most part." I explained.

"Why don't you make friends. You seem to get along with the female population here." She said with edge in her voice

If I didn't know any better I would think that Hermione is jealous.

"Firstly, I don't make friends, because they all want something from me. And those females who I "get along with" so well are just flings and don't matter to me." I informed

"Why sleep with them if they don't matter." Hermione asked curiously

"They served their purpose." I regretted the words as soon as they left my mouth. Hermione shot me a dirty look and made a move to push away from me, but I stopped her. "You asked." I defended

"Yes but you didn't have to be so cruel about it." Hermione muttered.

"I'm not going to sugar coat it Hermione." I responded. "Don't ask questions you don't want the answer to." She rolled her eyes at me.

"If you liked me this whole time, then why sleep with all those girls."

"Because I wanted to forget about you. I thought that if I slept with enough girls that were nothing like you, the crush I had on you would go away." But it didn't, because I had to go in fall in love with the girl. I know I'm putting her in danger, but it's to hard, no impossible, for me to stay away now.

"Why did you want to forget about me?" Her face was somewhere between confusion and hurt.

"I...I-I'm not good enough for you Hermione. I'm fucked up more than words can say. It's too dangerous for you to be with me. If my father found out…" I trailed off not wanting to thinking about what my father would do if he caught word. Or worse. If the Dark Lord himself caught word. Fuck

"Whatever you say Nala." I teased my lioness half-heartedly, watching her eyes widen comically.

"You know that film?" She asked shocked

"Blaise and I heard some muggle-borns talking about it one day, and got curious." I confessed. "They were comparing it to this thing called Hamlet. Why I don't know, because that film has nothing to do with ham." As i said the last part Nala looked like she was trying so hard not to laugh.

"What is so funny." I asked and she burst into a fit of giggles on my lap.

"I'm sorry...it's just" She was spluttering with laughter between word, trying to calm herself down. "It's just that… Hamlet isn't about ham."

"Really?" I quirked

"No. It's a play about this Prince who pretends to go insane to avenge his father who was murdered by his uncle, who wanted to become king." She clarified

"Who the hell came up with a name like Hamlet?"

"Shakespeare." Nala quipped. "And who came up with the name Draco?" She shout back at me.

"I'll have you know that my name means 'Dragon' and I was named after a constellation like most Blacks." I informed

"Hamlet means 'furious, raging, and wild' and that Malfoy is french for 'bad faith'" She declared with a proud look on her face.

"Bloody know-it-all" I muttered under my breath

She laughed and snuggled into my chest. "My name comes from one of his plays."

"Really?" I questioned

"Hermione was a queen. She was very smart, and very beautiful."

"How fitting" I commented

"She was also a princess in Greek mythology."

"Mmm. My very own princess." I joked

"You sound like my γιαγιά" She giggled.

"Your what?" I asked

"It's Greek for grandmother"

"Hmm" I mused " Wait you're Greek."

"Only half, on my mother's side, and Jewish on my dad's side." She explained

"What's Jewish" I asked slowly.

"It's a muggle ethnicity, nationhood and religion." She answered.

"Oh" Was my intelligent response.

We sat in silence for a few moments when Nala finally broke the quiet

"Draco?" She asked

"Yes Darling?"

"Why did you pick on me so much if you really liked me. Why not approach me like you do all those other girls you seem to whoa on a daily bases."

"First off, I would never approach you like those other girls. I actually want a relationship with you and approaching you would get me punched in the face again." I shuddered at the memory, while she giggled. "And second off, I wanted to be on your mind all the time. I didn't really care how, as long as you were thinking about me."

"Thats...thats oddly flattering, but disturbing at the same time." Nala drawled out slowly.

"I would worry if you didn't find it disturbing." I laughed.

"Why didn't you approach me earlier?" She asked rubbing circles in my hand with her thumb.

"I'm no good for you Hermione." I admitted softly.

She moved out of my lap to straddle my lap. I looked down, to ashamed to look her in the eye. Nala however was having none of that. She brought her hands to either side of my head and tilted it up. My silver eyes met her brown eyes and it was love personified. Gods she is so fucking beautiful. She began to run her hands through my hair softly, making me very pleased I had stopped putting gel in it.

"I like your hair like this." She mused absently.

"Really" I quirked a smile at her.

"Yes. All that gel made you look like you had helmet hair." Nala laughed softly.

"Then I'll wear it like this all the time for you." I vowed. I'd do anything for you.

She went back to running her hands through my hair, scratching my scalp softly, till our eyes met again. "Kiss me" She commanded softly and I obliged

That kiss was everything. It was passionate and fast, and harsh, and wild and...beautiful. It was us. Hermione and Draco. Draco and Hermione. Scar and Nala. Disgrace, and perfection. Defilement and purity. It was us becoming one.

(Hermione's POV)

Draco and I stood at the bottom of the staircase, holding each other. It was after curfew, and almost everyone was in bed. So we weren't worried about people seeing- except maybe the other prefects. Draco was laying kisses on my face, and whispering soft things in my ear.

"Draco" I sighed "I have to go to bed."

"Mmmm, one more minute. He muttered softly into my neck, laying a kiss on it.

"Whom ever is on prefect duty will surely find us." I tried reasoning with him

"But Nala…." He groaned

"What if Harry and Ron come down looking for me." I reasoned half-heartedly, distracted by Draco laying kisses on my neck before nibbling on my earlobe. "You're not playing fair." I whined.

"Of course not Darling. I am a Slytherin after all." Draco smirked

"Please Baby." I pouted

"Uhg. Fine." he grunted, pulling away reluctantly.

"Go to bed" I said firmly. "I know you haven't been sleeping."

"Yes dear." Draco said before laying one more kiss on my lips, letting go of my hands and walking towards the dungeons.

I was smiling all the way to the fat Lady, and into the common room. I saw Harry, and Ron were there waiting up for me. Harry was looking at the marauder's map, and Ron was messing with his chessboard. I flopped my body onto the couch, with my head landing into Ron's thigh, who gave me a strange look, and went back to playing his game.

(Harry's POV)

Hermione walked into the common room very happy, and carefree, which was a strange contrast from earlier today.

"What's got you so bloody happy." Ron asked bluntly, looking down at our curly haired friend, who looked to be on cloud ten.

She smiled and sighed contently. I looked at her closely from my chair, examining her. I looked to see if her eyes were red. They seemed normal, but it never hurt to say.

"Mione, have you been smoking?" I asked concerned.

She then giggled and said, "Don't be silly Harry."

"Where the bloody hell were you then. You just disappear off the map and then you come in her smiling like some daft lunatic." Ron exclaimed. "You had us worried."

"I'm sorry" She pouted up at Ron who rolled his eyes at her.

"Yeah, yeah. You women and bloody mood swings. I'm going to bed." He grumbled, making his way towards the dorms.

I rolled my eyes at their exchange and moved to floor so that my hair was next to her torso.

"Hermione what's going on with you?" I asked

"I'm seeing someone Harry. He's nothing like what I expected." She explained dreamly.

"Who is he?" I asked with a quirked brow.

"She frowned a little. "I can't tell you."

"Why not?" The bloody hell was going on with this girl.

"We agreed that we wanted to stay a secret for now. Besides it isn't even official yet." Mione explained.

"Whatever." I mumbled. "As long as it isn't McLaggen."

"FUCK NO!" She exclaimed very offended. "Why in the bloody hell would you even think that."

"Just checking." I smirked

She leaned down to kiss my cheek then stood from the couch. "Night Harry." She yawned sauntering off towards her dorm, leaving me to wonder why she was seen with Malfoy on the map.