Chapter Twelve

‘Draco, I'm scared,’ Hermione admitted, looking out of the window as the scenery passed them by.

They were on the train in the Head’s compartment, going to the platform so they could go home for the Christmas holidays and Hermione had decided to go to Draco’s mother’s house first and then go to her own house.

‘Don't be. She'll love you,’ Draco said, moving to sit next to her.

‘But, Draco, what if... I don’t...’ Hermione moaned and then groaned a second later, feeling helpless.

She grabbed his shirt and kissed him before he could say anything. He tried to pull back but the look on Hermione’s face convinced him to kiss her back. He guessed this was to make her feel comfortable so he went along with it. They kissed, not breaking for breath. Hermione licked his lower lip briefly, moving to sit on his lap. Draco opened his mouth slightly, unsure. Hermione had her legs on either side of Draco now.

‘Hermione... Maybe we shouldn't-’ Draco started but Hermione grabbed his face and kissed him to shut him up.

Draco couldn't help but move his hands down to her legs, he kissed her passionately. A moan escaped from his lips and Hermione pulled back, looking at him in surprise.

 ‘I'm sorry, I shouldn't have.’ Draco said, looking at Hermione’s shocked face.

‘No... I'm sorry. I was just nervous.’ Hermione muttered, shaking her head.

They sat awkwardly, Hermione having got off him now. She glanced at him, taking one of his hands in hers and chuckled, ‘I made you moan.’

‘I love you. I wouldn't do... I know you're not ready yet,’ Draco muttered, stroking her hair.

Hermione nodded and squeezed his hand, ‘thank you, Draco.’

The rest of the journey passed by as they talked and kissed like nothing had happened... or would have happened. When the train slowed to a stop, Hermione was positively shaking but Draco sighed, getting up with her. They started to get their belongings.

‘Are your parents waiting for you?’ Draco asked, sensing her nervousness. He watched as she pulled her trunk over to the door.

‘No... No, I told them I would meet them tonight or tomorrow,’ Hermione said, leaning into Draco when he came over to the door too, smelling his natural scent.

‘Okay. My mum can't leave her house because of... erm... you know, photographers for the news. So I told her, we could apparate? Is that okay?’ Draco asked, grabbing their trunks and heading out the compartment.

‘Sure, Draco,’ Hermione said, nodding.

Hermione knew he didn't want to talk about his father so she didn't press the subject but obviously Narcissa couldn’t leave to get them because she would be hounded by the press. Hermione was once again thankful that McGonagall had forbidden the students of Hogwarts to ask for autographs from ‘The Golden Trio’. Although some people still came up to them.

They walked out of the steaming train in silence. Draco held both their trunks and Hermione held her backpack, chuckling at him as he pretended to be out of breath from holding all the weight.

‘Hermione! Over here!’ A voice shouted from inside the train.

Hermione turned around and saw Ginny waving at her from the other side of the station, an annoyed couple standing next to her, trying to say goodbye. Hermione chuckled, guessing she had to say goodbye to her friends.

 ‘Draco, I'll be right back,’ Hermione kissed him once on the cheek, ignoring his sigh, and walked to Ginny.

‘Hermione, aren't you coming with us?’ Ginny asked, eyeing her suspiciously.

‘Actually I'm going to Draco’s and then to my own house.’ Hermione said, ignoring Ginny’s expression.

‘You're going to Draco's? Hermione be careful,’ Ginny said, seriously, then added before Hermione could speak, ‘are you coming to the Burrow? I’m sure Mum would love to see you.’

Hermione rubbed her arm, awkwardly.

‘I don't think I should. You know the stuff with Ron and-’

‘You have to come. For me and Harry!’ Ginny said, shocked.

‘Alright, I'll see. I have to go now, bye.’ Hermione hugged her before turning to walk back to Draco.

Draco was standing where she had left him, looking at a couple near him. He was leaning against the wall, one hand residing in his pocket. Hermione smiled, thinking he looked so attractive as he waited for her.

‘Guess who?’ Hermione asked, reaching up to cover his eyes.

She felt Draco smile and he turned around, kissing her on her lips.

‘Hermione...’ Draco whispered, picking the trunks up.

‘You don't look too happy to see me... Were you hoping it was one of you're other girlfriends?’ Hermione asked, trying to annoy him.

‘You're the only one for me,’ Draco answered, smiling and leaning down to kiss her, making Hermione blush.

They walked out of the station, ignoring the students and parents giving them weird looks as they recognised Hermione, and walked down the busy, full of muggles, road. They walked in a dark alleyway and Draco grabbed her hand.

‘Ready?’ Draco asked, glancing around briefly to make sure they were alone.

‘Um...’ Hermione said, slightly unsure but that was answer enough for Draco.

‘Okay, let's go.’ Draco smirked, handing her a trunk and he took another one.

Draco closed his eyes tight shut and Hermione grabbed his arm, possibly leaving a bruise. She nearly lost grip of his arm but she grabbed it tighter. Her eyes and ears hurt so much but she forced herself to clutch him and not let go... Then it was over.

‘You can open your eyes.’ Draco whispered, trying to get her to loosen her grip.

Hermione slowly opened her eyes. She thought she would find a mansion with huge gates and tall, green bushes instead there was a small house, the kind of house a couple would live in. It had two floors and the outside was nice and neat, with flowers growing everywhere, covered by snow. It seemed like a really cosy house.

Draco led her up the stairs and into the house. The hallway was short and narrow, stairs ascending on the left and two rooms on the right. One of them was a cosy little living room, with a small bookshelf and fireplace and the other was a green and yellow kitchen.

‘Mother?’ Draco called out.

Hermione clutched Draco’s arm again, probably hurting him but he didn’t let her know. He kept his eyes on the kitchen door and a few moments later a pale woman walked out. Her black and white hair hanging loose to her shoulders and the blue eyes twinkling landed on Hermione.

‘Hermione, this is my mother Narcissa. Mother this is my girlfriend, Hermione.’ Draco said, placing a hand across Hermione’s waist.

Hermione was nervously playing with her ring and Narcissa walked forward, half smiling.

‘Oh dear... you are beautiful,’ Narcissa whispered, looking at Hermione’s face as though she was a goddess, ‘you’ve made my son very happy.’