Chapter 9: Realization

"I don't know what else to do Minerva; we've charmed and cursed this stupid sword to the breaking point and we still don't have any information on it." Snape frustratingly states to Dumbledore. "We've tried revealing charms, unbinding charms, everything! Whoever this sword belongs to has some serious protection spells on it." Dumbledore nods and says, "I suppose it's no use."

Mr. Filch walks over to the group and looks at the sword for a second. "Did you check the inscription on the handle?'

Professor Dumbledore, Snape and McGonagall whip their heads to him and then down to the handle. They read it and completely ignore their humiliation for they are too distracted by the name that was in front of them this whole time…Draco Malfoy.

Hermione wakes with the sun in her face once again. She wakes like this every morning and just hasn't gotten around to putting up curtains. She puts her head under her covers and is soon met by Draco's head as well.

"Morning Love." He says with a smile on his face.

"Morning." She replies.

He wraps his arms around her and pulls her into a hug, followed by the most passionate kiss they've ever shared. They get out of bed and decide to get ready for school.

Hermione enters the bathroom, and suddenly hears people storming through the common room. That was soon followed by a struggle. She runs through the door to see what's going on, and finds Draco being drug…literally drug…out of the common room by two aurors being followed by Professor Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Snape.

"What's going on?" she demands.

"Mr. Malfoy is under arrest for the murder of Jenny Nickel. It was his sword found in her abdomen." Professor Dumbledore calmly answers.

"But that's impossible, he was with me on the night of the murder. He was a sleep in his room. He had the flu. ASK MADAME POMFREY!" She erratically rants.

The aurors and all the professors freeze where they are and whip their heads to Hermione.

"He was with you on the night of the murder?" Professor Snape asks.

"Yes, he had the flu and was sleeping it off. Ask Madame Pomfrey, she saw him early that morning!" She says a bit more calmly.

They all look to each other and paused for a moment. Then Hermione realized something.

"Do you even have any physical evidence to prove he did it other than the sword he reported missing the day after the murder?" she asks them all.

"W-Well, not exactly." Professor McGonagall stutters.

"I suppose my colleges and I have made an irrational decision. Our apologizes." Professor Dumbledore states as the aurors let Draco go.

"It's okay," he says putting himself together, "when can I get my sword?"

"When the investigation is complete." An auror answers. They all leave the room.

Hermione wraps her arms around Draco's neck. "God, are you okay."

"Don't worry, I'm fine Hermione." He laughs. "Thanks for speaking up."

Hermione looks at him in shock. "Of course I spoke up. I can't let you go to Azkaban for a crime you didn't even commit."

He moves closer to Hermione and stares her in her dark almond eyes. His icy blue one's just pull her into a deep gaze. They stand inches apart from each other, and then Draco softly caresses her hips before wrapping his arms around her waist. Their eyes never part as they lean into a soft, gentle kiss. There's no tongue, just lips moving together slowly in a sweep of emotions. As they part, he looks her in the eyes and says, "I love you Hermione Faith Granger."

Her heart stops. She hesitates for a second and feels the emotion overwhelm her. She can feel a tear come to her eye as she answers, "I love you too Draco James Malfoy."

They smile and she stands on her tiptoes to softly kiss him again. Their kiss gets deeper and deeper. He then lifts her in his arms and carries her to his room.

He lays her on his bed and crawls on top of her. He kisses her passionately as his hands freely roam her body. She wraps one arm around to his back as the other grabs the back of his head.

She reaches her arms down and pulls his shirt over his head. He hands softly caress his hard body, sending chills up his spine. He reaches his hand down and undoes her jeans before pulling it completely off her. His hands gently, but firmly, massage her thighs. Their hearts start to beat faster as she undoes his pants and feels his hard cock pressing up against her thigh. She can't wait any longer. She tries to rip off his boxers, but she's stopped by his strong hands grabbing her wrists and wrapping her arms around his neck. She looks him in the eyes questionably. He smiles and leans down to her ear, "Patients my love." He whispers and bites her earlobe.

He reaches down and pulls her shirt over her head, taking in the sight of the masterpiece before him. He reaches around her back and unclasps her bra, throwing it to the floor. Now he's getting impatient. He puts his head under the covers and kisses down her body until he reaches her hot red thong. He teases her a bit, barely touching her over her underwear but never adding pressure. He does that until he hears a pleading whine from Hermione, then he moves the thong to the side and gets to work with his tongue. He does every trick he knows; circle, alphabet, and deep hard licks. He does this for about 7 minutes until Hermione comes to a screaming orgasm.

He comes up above the covers and lies on top of her. He pulls down his boxers and plunges inside of her. He stays like that for a minute, taking in the comfort of her insides. Then, he starts pumping in and out of her, harder and faster until they both come to their climax.

Draco collapses on top of her and Hermione starts to laugh. He looks up at her in absolute confusion.

"What?" he asks.

"I don't think we're going to class today."