Dramione- yes again I know

Summer lovin

My fingers brushed along his skin lightly, but enough to feel the goose bumps on his arm. I gently run over the mark that will be a constant reminder of his future, past, and present horrors. A mark that will be a reminder of his pain that was endeavored and his struggles as a young boy. Our lips locked and our hair tussled; fully engaged until there is a knock on the door that sends us flying apart.

I duck down and roll under his bed. A piece of cloth hits me in the face as Malfoy throws my shirt in after me. "Shit." The bed sheets creak above me at the same time the door opens. "Draco...you better be done packing. You have to catch the train tomorrow at eleven." I here Mrs. Malfoy's heels on his hardwood floor. She walks forward and is nearly a foot from my head.My bare stomach is cold against the ground, but I dare not make a sound. "I'm nearly done. I just have to add my books." I hear Malfoy's voice directly above me.

"Just...remember your father and I love you very much. No matter what happens this year." Mrs. Malfoy says after a minute. Malfoy gives somewhat of a grunt and she leaves without another word. After what feels like three minutes Malfoy hops off the bed. "Come on out now Granger." I slide out from underneath his bed. "You really should dust under there." I say. He leans against the window still with his arms crossed. His eyes linger on my skin a little too long. I pull my shirt back on.

"What was your mother going on about?" I ask, untucking my hair. "No personal questions remember. I think you better go, that was too close." He says still leaning. "Ok. What about tomorrow?" I ask. "What about it?" He says blankly. "We are going back to school and we can't keep doing this...right?" I say. "We shouldn't no. Just...keep away i'll be busy anyway." I nod and climb out the way I came in. Once on the roof, I grasp my broom in my hand and mount it. "Bye Malfoy." I say. He gives me a wink before shutting the window behind me.

The fly home is only a short 15 minutes, but it gives me just enough time to freeze. The weather is getting colder as it is getting closer to my 16th birthday. Only 19 days. I've always been extremely excited for my sweet 16. It is the year I get older and I can be an adult and do adult things. Seems I have taken it upon myself to start doing that early. I roll my eyes and cringe internally.

What would everybody I know think of me sleeping with a boy and Malfoy of all people. Oh what would my two best friends think. They would be beyond angry. I could never tell them especially since Malfoy and I's relationship is lacking the actual relationship. I threw my life away for not love, but for pleasure. And if they knew the valuable information I was with holding from them. Malfoy is a death eater and I have full knowledge of this. I hardly think that it will matter though for he can't have that big of a roll. He is only 16.

I fly in through my open window and duck below the frame. I look at the time and it is nearly eight. My parents will want to share one last dinner before I head out tomorrow. I walk down and see that they are already at the table. "Oh hermione dear, I was going to call you down, but I figured you were packing and I didn't want to bother you. Your food is in tinfoil in the fridge." My mom says.

If only they had known that I had my bag packed for days and I have been sneaking out for the last month to be with a boy maybe they would have rethought their decisions to trust me. It makes me feel guilty again. I nod and give a light smile trying to fight back tears. Once in the kitchen I let out a shaky breath and take out my chicken from the fridge. I take off the neatly wrapped foil and place it in the microwave for a minute and recollect my thoughts.

Do I feel guilty? No, I have given my whole life to studying and I have given my whole heart to my parents. I shouldn't feel awful to take something for myself once in a while. Besides Draco Malfoy is the hottest person in my school and the fact that he is willing to be with me makes me feel great. I know it's wrong to throw my pureness away with someone I am not even dating, but he is the only person who could have lead me on this adventure with as much kindness.

Maybe it is just a physical connection, but the fact that he cared and took his time to make sure I was alright makes him the best first I could have ever had. Even if it fizzles out here, I would be satisfied with the time we have had together and the whole new view on life he has blessed me with.

The beep lets me know it's done and I slowly make my way back into the dining room with my food warm and my lifted spirits. I enjoy one last dinner with my Mum and Dad before I jump headfirst into an interesting year.