Ooh... there's a scene in this update I hope you all like! (first time doing the kind of scene tho... there's another that's totally new but that's in ANOTHER update in like, the far future I think...). And it's LONG!
I might update tomorrow actually... if I have time (going shopping all day). So yeah, one today, one tomorrow sometime.
Oh, and I had a ton of trouble with the end cause the word I used like... 3 times is censored on this site, so yeah, hope you catch my drift
ENJOY!
~Sarah
P.S: It's weird to have gone to a horse camp for a week that's all religious (not super like my last camp but religious nonetheless) and come back to Dramione

Chapter 12
A Change Of Plans...

At 2:45pm that next day, Draco literally had to pull Hermione into the library.
“I still can’t believe you had this in mind...”

“Now that I think about it I can say the same,” Draco responded simply as he searched out the broom closet.

Minutes later, he saw the half-opened door of the oak closet. He stopped and held out his hand in a ‘ladies first’ way. Hermione rolled her eyes and entered the closet. She moved up a few feet to let Draco enter as well. He shut the door behind him and blinked a few times. Within minutes, he could see the empty inside clearly. He then turned to Hermione.

“We have ten minutes to wait I suppose...”

“Ten minutes to get ready, right?” Hermione pointed out. She reached up and slid her fingers through Draco’s hair. She was surprised at how soft his hair felt; soft and welcoming...

Shaking off the feeling, she ruffled Draco’s hair for a few moments. She let her hands slide down the side of Draco’s face until they loosened and moved around parts of his robes.

“Perfect,” she said with a smirk.

As she was about to start to fix herself, Draco reached out and started to maneuver her hair to look like parts of it poofed out slightly. His hands, in turn, slid down Hermione’s cheeks slowly and to her collar. He pulled it up and bent it into awkward, interesting shapes. He loosened other parts of her robes for her. His hands lingered on her waist momentarily, but when Draco came back to reality, he jerked away.

“So how do I look?” Hermione whispered and stuck a model pose.

“Perfect,” Draco said with a smirk. He looked at his watch and saw they had eight minutes remaining. An awkward silence filled a gap between him and her.

Hermione sighed and quietly asked, “So how the hell did you come up with this?”

Draco shrugged. “It’s the worst thing that could happen, right?”

“Right...” Hermione responded and looked down.

There was movement in front of the closet. Out of instinct, Draco shielded Hermione, and in the process pinned her against the wall. The movement disappeared moments later.

“Draco?”

He looked down and saw Hermione pinned between him and the wall. “Uh... yeah.” He stepped back half a step. Another awkward silence filled the air.

“How much longer?” Hermione asked, breaking into Draco’s thoughts. He snapped back into reality once more and looked at his watch.

“Five minutes,” he responded.

“Only?”

“I apologize for being a bore,” Draco responded in absentminded sarcasm.

“You apologize?” Hermione asked, shocked.

Draco’s eyes widened - he has just said sorry for the first time in his life and he didn’t even realize it.

“Uh...”

“What’s up with you lately?”

Draco shrugged. He looked at his watch again - four minutes. Hermione was right, the time was dragging by.

“Ok...”

Draco looked at Hermione and zoned out. She snapped her fingers in front of his face. He blinked and realized what he was doing. “Is it the closet or something?”

“I dunno...”

“Claustrophobic?”

“What-a-phobic?”

“Afraid of closed-in spaces,” Hermione responded impatiently.

“No,” Draco scoffed.

“Never been in a closet with a girl?”

“And more specifically for this reason...”

“Want to have a better reason for being in here?”

Draco snapped his attention back to Hermione, shocked. He opened his mouth, but Hermione took advantage of it - she kissed him. Draco’s instincts took over, and he returned her kiss and pulled her closer. She fell into him and allowed him to deepen the kiss. Hermione swore he had never been so passionate when kissing, and she didn’t want it to stop.



“Hey, Harry,” Ginny said with a smile. She had finally found Harry in the library, better yet alone.

“Hi...” Harry responded in a somewhat sarcastic tone. He went back to searching for books on the shelf.

“What’re you looking for?”

“A book...”

Ginny resisted the urge to scoff and roll her eyes.

“What kind of book?”

“Something about Hate Potions - I swear, I’ll do anything to see Malfoy off of Hermione...”

“I know where you can find that,” Ginny said abruptly. Harry snapped his attention to her, an eyebrow raised.

“I don’t even want to know,” he responded flatly and went back to looking at the books.

“Seriously, I know where the section is,” Ginny said eagerly.

Harry sighed and said, “Fine. Where?”

Ginny led him from the section of the library and on a direct route towards the broom closet. The silence finally got to her, and when they finally got within fifty feet of the closet she said, “So how’s it between you and Jaimie?” She did the best she could to look at Harry and not at the closet - it hadn’t opened yet.

“Uh... good. We’re going to Hogsmeade.”

“So it sounds like things between you and Jaimie are well,” Ginny responded, emphasizing as much as she could in a subtle way.



“Oh my gosh,” Hermione whispered when she pulled away from Draco, realizing what she had done.

“What?” Draco asked softly, his hands still lying on Hermione’s waist.

“It’s Ginny... we’re off-time.”

“Yeah...” Harry’s voice flowed through the closet door.

“Well I’m happy things are going well between you and Jaimie.”

Hermione took in a breath and pushed open the closet door, giggling. She stopped a few feet in front of the closet door, aware of Ginny and Harry’s eyes on her. Moments later, Draco came out.

“We should do that more often,” he said with a smirk.

“Merlin, I know,” Hermione responded dreamily. She looked at a stunned Harry, gawking at the sight before him. “Hello,” she said. She giggled again and pulled Draco from the scene and they hid behind a shelf on the other side of the room.

“Oh my gosh...” Hermione fixed her robes quickly and then pulled out a hairbrush.

She quickly ran it through her messy, curly brown hair while Draco quickly fixed his hair with a small, yet rather expensive-looking, hair brush. Its size reminded her of the plastic brushes she had seen in her muggle elementary school that photographers for yearbooks offered them to brush their hair. Naturally they didn’t work on Hermione’s hair - her 4th grade picture showed her hair in a pyramid and at least twenty plastic brushes were stuck in her head of bushy hair.

Upon putting her brush back into her pocket, she looked up at Draco and said, “Uh... should we just forget about what happened?” She saw hurt dwell deep in Draco’s eyes, yet he nodded.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Draco said quietly. Before Hermione could respond, he left.