chapter xvi

Draco's POV

Hermione immediate dropped her purse on the ground, mouth agape.

"This is im-impossible! I had wards up everywhere!" She began to freak out as I bent down to pick up her purse.

"Apparently not."

"I know that much, Malfoy!"

Then, the witch ran into her home, her curly hair bobbing up and down in distress. Is there something really valuable inside?

I heard Hermione breathe out throughout her stress.

"Oh Merlin..."

Following suit, I trailed behind her and observed the chaos left behind. Everything had been damaged. Nothing was taken. However, it was obvious whoever was behind the break in was looking for something specific. Hermione put her face in her hands, sighing out loudly, muttering nonsense.

"Shall I call the cops?-"

"No, absolutely not!" She half-screamed at me before taking a deep breath. "I know who did this. Or have an idea anyway."

"Who?"

"Someone who comes from the same place I'm from. A war broke out in the past. My side won. Basically, anyway... This is bad. Really bad!-"

I clapped my hand over her moving mouth, boldly.

"You should be happy I chose to shut you up in that way," I rolled my eyes and failed to notice her turn slightly red.

"Now, freaking out isn't going to solve anything, Granger. We need a plan. Obviously this place is compromised. Do you have somewhere else to stay that's safer? What are the precautions you need to take if someone figured out where you are here in Muggle London? Should I be worried that the same thing might happen to me as I'm affiliated with you now? This is what we need to worry about."

During my rant, my face kept getting closer and closer to hers to the point where I was seeing her at eye level (for reference I'm 5'9" and she's at least 5'6" maybe I'm bad at telling) and my hand was not on her lips anymore. Suddenly, all I could focus on was that strong aroma of hers.. the scent of dead roses and books and ink and peppermint blended together. Hesitantly, her warm almond-shaped brown eyes made contact with mine and I felt something beat faster. Right, my heart. I didn't notice before but there were flecks of copper swimming in the brown. There were very light freckles on her sun-kissed skin, a tiny pimple on her left cheekbone. No makeup at all and yet she was beautiful in her own way. Her pink lips looked very soft and well-moisturized. As I studied her further, Hermione bit her lip and broke eye contact to my dismay.

"What are you-"

Hypnotized, I took her chin with my hand and forced her to look at me, not wanting to be interrupted. I watched the witch gulp and I could also tell her pulse was quickening. Her mouth was slightly parted, revealing her pearly whites. Her curly hair framed her face in a wild yet pretty way. It suited her, for sure. There was so much I didn't know about this woman yet and I felt some kind of magnetic pull towards her. Do all wizards and witches experience this with their soulmates?

I couldn't escape the flooding thoughts of kissing her madly and doing other things that I probably shouldn't do within the first week of knowing someone. And a witch, for that matter.

"You don't even realize what you're doing to me, do you?"

"Draco?..."

My heart leaped for joy at the sound of my first name and just.. couldn't resist anymore. Usually I have better self-restraint but that all seemed to vanish as I pinned her against the wall, careful to not make her step into anything broken, my fingers capturing her wrists in one smooth move. I looked down and watched as her facial expression changed to complete confusion.

Then, I pressed my lips on hers softly, not moving at first.

I could feel her body tense against mine and she froze.

Smiling, I began to slowly move my lips against hers, testing the waters. After thirty seconds or so, she began to do the same. Then, it began more intense and faster. Tongue play. Some teeth in there too. Her fingers somehow made its way to my hair (usually I hate people touching my hair) but that just made me more excited. I lifted her up by the bum - and noted how nice it felt - and her arms were around my neck and legs wrapped around my torso, her back still against the wall. She was feather light in my arms. I could taste roses and peppermint as I continued to snog her.

We both parted for air, our foreheads resting on each others.

"I.. I guess witches are good kissers," I breathed out into her ear before nibbling on the edges.

Ever so softly, she sighed in pleasure and I caught it. She likes that, huh. I began kissing her on the forehead, cheeks, tip of the nose, chin, and finally landed on the side of her neck. She tasted amazing everywhere. How is that possible? Her skin was extremely soft as well. I let her down slowly as my arms were screaming in pain for me to, our eyes still locked.

"What.. what was that? My place gets ransacked and all you can think about is making out?!" She exclaimed, arms crossed.

I smirked. "You liked every second of it. Don't lie to me."

"That-that doesn't matter!" She retorted cutely. "Like you said, our priority is to-mmm!"

I stole another kiss then pulled away, smiling widely.

"Every time I want you to shut up, I'll just do this now. Way more effective."

"You're crazy."

"Only crazy for you, love," I grinned like a child in a candy shop and hugged her from behind, my head resting on her stiff shoulder. "You truly have no idea."

She remained silent and just sighed in defeat.

A minute later, she opened her mouth.

"Why?"

"Why not?"

"Why kiss me randomly of all things?"

"Because I wanted to."

"Do you do this to all girls you meet?"

"No, just you. Jealous already, hmm?-"

"Am not."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night," I tightened my hold on her, enjoying smelling her. "Speaking of that, feel free to crash at mine. Or we can rent a place together. Your choice."

"Now you want to move in together?!"

"Why not?"

"Wh-wh-what do you mean why not?! We barely know each other, for starters!"

"Remember what you said, we're soulmates. No use in denying it anymore."

"Still! Aren't we going a bit too fast?!"

"I have the money. Your place is compromised. I don't like seeing my father every day. I don't see why not?"

"You're.. you're so bloody infuriating!"

"I should be the only one who gets your knickers in a twist. Metaphorically and literally."

"..what?!"

"You know what."

"I.."

"If anything, you should be thanking me. Giving you a place for free-"

"Not free I'm going to be living with you!"

"Oh? So you've decided? Fantastic. What kind of place? Beach house? Apartment in downtown? House?"

Hermione just gave up arguing and closed her eyes, her weight shifting to lean towards me.

I smiled again. God, I've never smiled so much in one day. She was just such a pretty little thing. And, best of all, she was mine.

A/N: Oh my, I haven't updated anything. I did write a Fictionpress story about a guy dealing with the seven deadly sins in a romantic comedy. I might make a Fanfiction version for either Attack on Titan, Tokyo Ghoul, or Harry Potter (with an O/C living in the generation of Harry Potter's children). Would anyone read that? I'll make a poll and please vote or PM me if you'd actually read that. Here's the synopsis.

Meet Dante Wolfhart. The son of the infamous CEO Lawrence Wolfhart aka Law of Ether, the founder of the leading teleportation company in North America. Consequently, Dante has been spoiled for most of his lifetime. However, he is sick and tired of being known as only the son of his father. In an attempt to gain more independence, Dante moves out to a new apartment located in the heart of downtown. However, little does he know of the seven wonders within.

Annnd a little bit about Dante!

Dantalion Wolfhart

⁃ protagonist

⁃ half Korean half British

⁃ 6'3"

⁃ 185lbs

⁃ skinny slim fit

⁃ minimalist monochrome androgynous fashion

⁃ bisexual

⁃ beginning: clumsy, reserved, private

⁃ end: confident, smooth talker, calm cool collected

⁃ dark brown purple hair worn naturally with bangs, medium length, wavy semi-thick

⁃ light hazel eyes, almond shaped, double lid

⁃ pale skin

⁃ hipster silver rimmed thin glasses from Korea

⁃ fave store: MUJI

⁃ fave colour: gray

⁃ fave artist: In Love with a Ghost and DAY6

⁃ place of birth: Seoul, Korea

Lastly, a little sneak peek because if you're still reading this, you're probably interested at this point.

I adjusted my glasses with my index finger, peering wearily at my tax forms. Adulthood sure was fun. Extremely so. At least it's good to be organized and know what your income is every year, even if it can be a pain in the ass sometimes. I worked as a junior bookkeeper at this law firm in downtown. Just graduated from university a few months ago and was on an internship with Peter & Ferguson Lawyers and Co. Consequently, once I was released from school they hired me on the spot. It's a relatively easy administrative job. Just fill out forms concerning the information necessary in court to do any legal action. The concept is simple. But, if it's in an ample quantity, it begins to become complicated. Not fun during that time, absolutely not. Other than that, it was very low stress. Nothing compared to the restaurant work I did beforehand.

"Your father wishes to speak to you," the butler, Gregory, stated, slightly bowed towards me.

Closing the forms, I arched an eyebrow, turning to face him. "Did he state the matter?"

"Unfortunately not, sir. I advise to see him as soon as you possible," he stated before exiting.

Sighing, I stood up and stretched.

The relationship between my father and I are strained. He's basically the entire reason why I am a sheltered child. Well, I am 19 already; but, still treated as a child. Lawrence Wolfhart is the famous CEO and Founder of Luxor Inc. He developed the formula for teleportation and became rich instantly. My father is a scientist/entrepreneur/businessman. My mother passed away when she gave birth to me. Apparently, she was quite the head turner and young when they had me. She was only 18 when she died. The media knows what I look like since I accompany him to company outings. If I walk outside, I am bombarded with paparazzi. That's why I work at home. The law firm sends me the paperwork and I send it back completed. The most outside I have gotten in my life is the backyard and the company outings around the world. Even then, I have to wear either a masquerade mask or the mask Asians wear when they're sick with sunglasses.

People always glamourize fame.

Well, guess what?

It sucks. You don't want to be famous. I'd give anything to be an ordinary citizen once again. I miss going out and about the city. The only people I talk to in real life is Gregory, my father, and the maids. Occasionally, the mailman, but that's it. It's quite depressing, really.

I have the same name on Fictionpress so check it out if you wish to! I always take in requests for certain things to happen through PM or a new story idea. I also beta read as well. Hope you enjoyed reading all of that plus the chapter! Things are getting steamier between Hermione and Draco, heheheh- So much fun. I can't wait to slap everyone in the face with the plot. Anyway, tell me what you think if you desire to and have a nice day/night. :)