A/N:I am SO sorry if I made you wait!! I just had so many thing s to do school-related… exams came up two weeks ago, second quarter began, quizzes come pouring in, we're loaded with projects and activities… high school's pretty difficult… anyway…
As much as I'd like to thank all of you individually, I am unable to do so since it would take much of my time, and I'm leaving to practice for some presentation in a matter minutes, so please understand! You do know yourselves, right? The ones who reviewed? I promise to thank all of you in the next chapter… in the meantime, I will just thank all of you as one whole group.
Now this chapter doesn't really have any relevance… it just focuses on Draco and Hermione's relationship. You know, the one that's not related to their past. If you get what I mean… which probably you don't. This one's just to satisfy your fluffy-related needs… anyway, read to find out instead!
A LOVE NOT FORGOTTEN
Chapter Twelve:At the North Tower
The clock ticked away slowly as quiet came over the Gryffindor Common Room. Hermione tapped her fingers anxiously, as she was waiting for midnight to strike. In front of her was a small round wooden table with books and parchment scattered on its surface. Harry and Ron were on either of her sides, finishing their work.
"Hermione," Ron whined, "can't you just let us copy your work so that we can all sleep?"
"No," she replied, snapping her book shut. She glared at him. "You know how much I am against cheating."
"Well then, don't think of it as cheating—think of it as helping a friend!"
"That's still considered cheating."
The grandfather clock in the Common Room suddenly rang. It echoed loudly, and Hermione whipped her head. It's midnight, she thought. I'd better go!
"Merlin's beard, we've still got to finish our Charms homework!" Harry crushed his feather quill and fell back on his chair.
"For goodness' sake, fine then!" Hermione stood up impatiently. "I'll let you copy mine tomorrow morning!" She slung her bag over her shoulder and faced the two boys. She pointed to the staircase going up to their dormitory and said in a bossy voice, "Now, go up there and Get. Some. Sleep."
Without any second thoughts, Harry and Ron obeyed her. They gathered all their things, shouted thanks to her and finally disappeared at the top of the staircase. Hermione sighed, and grabbed her cloak. She rushed to the portrait hole, and exited the Common Room hurriedly, for she was already late.
"I'm here." Hermione tapped on the door thrice and pushed it open. She was finally at the North Tower, the place where she was supposed to be at twelve midnight sharp. She entered the circular room cautiously and closed the door behind her.
"What took you so long?" A deep voice that undoubtedly belonged to a boy said. He sounded annoyed, and Hermione was aware that he was. She turned around and smiled apologetically to a dark figure behind her.
"Sorry, Draco." She took out her wand and lit the torches in the room with a single flick. The light revealed Draco Malfoy, leaning against the wall, looking peeved. Hermione dropped her things and sat down. "Harry and Ron needed help with their homework."
Draco sat down across her and crossed his arms. "And I thought Gryffindors were smart," he smirked. "Apparently they're not."
Hermione glared at him. "And I thought you couldn't get more annoying than you already are." She opened her bag and took out some worn out books. "I didn't come up here and meet you just to quarrel, Draco."
"If I didn't need your help, I wouldn't even be here." Draco glared at her, and she at him.
Hermione was burning inside as she flipped the book open and turned the pages angrily. Of all people, she thought, why did it have to be him??
The only reason why she was up there with the person she hated the most was that he was looking for something she too was searching for: the past. It was clearly obvious that their own past was linked, somehow, to each other, and now, they were finding out why it was so. As much as Hermione hated being with Draco every single night at the North Tower, she knew that she just had to know why she always had these premonitions and visions about a young man who looked exactly like Draco.
"Did you find anything yet?" Draco suddenly asked. Hermione looked up to see him staring at her. She shook her head and focused on the book once more.
"What's that book anyway?" he asked, interrupting Hermione again. He leaned close to her and touched the book.
Hermione froze. She had caught a whiff of his cologne, which smelled absolutely good, and made Draco even more masculine than he already was. "A Guide to Premonitions and Visions," she replied stiffly. She clumsily turned the page and bent down to avoid Draco's scent.
Hermione read silently. Premonitions, which are often true, may or may happen immediately after a person receives it— She looked up and Draco was still staring at her. They were face to face, and Hermione felt her cheeks burning. At that very moment, the event in the prefects' bathroom replayed in her head. She glanced at his lips, and suddenly felt a sudden desire to touch them with her own… She remembered how, even if she hated to admit it, they were soft, and how much she enjoyed kissing him, even if she was unconscious of what she was actually doing that morning…
She moved a centimeter closer to Draco's face…
And much closer…
And at that minute wherein she was about to finally kiss him, they heard footsteps outside the room. There was a soft purr, and a man's croaky, bitter voice.
"Filch!" Draco hissed. He grabbed Hermione's hand and pulled her up.
They hid behind the door, and Hermione took out her wand. " Invistivilito," she whispered, and the books and everything they brought with them vanished off the floor. Draco put one arm around Hermione and made a gesture with his hand to keep quiet. Hermione nodded and leaned nearer to the wall.
"Come, my sweet," Filch muttered. There was another purr, and the doorknob suddenly shook.
Hermione's and Draco's eyes widened. Hermione felt Draco's grip around her tighten, and she knew he was scared of being found out.
"I know there're people coming up to the Tower every night," they heard Filch say, "All we've got to do, Mrs. Norris, is to surprise them and tell them off to whoever Head of House they're under!"
Hermione gulped. If Professor McGonagall ever knew about her nightly spree with Draco Malfoy, she knew that she'd be merciless.
"Here we go!" Filch turned the doorknob. He pushed the door open and stepped inside. "AHA!"
Hermione clutched Draco's robes tightly. They were going to be caught—there was no doubt about it—
"What??" They knew Filch was looking around the room, and apparently, to him, it was empty as a shell. "There ARE no PEOPLE??"
Mrs. Norris mewed scathingly. Hermione heard Filch as he took one more step inside the room. He searched for any sign of humans, and Hermione prayed that they'd be spared. "I guess they didn't come tonight, Mrs. Norris," the caretaker said quite glumly. The door began to close and with a final thud of the door, Hermione and Draco were left alone once again in the North Tower.
"Bloody hell, that was close," Draco remarked. He had let go of her already, and Hermione, to her utmost surprise, was quite disappointed that he had. She liked the feel of his arm on her shoulder.
"Thank Merlin Filch didn't find us." Hermione waved her wand, and instantly, the books that she had made invisible reappeared once again on the stone floor. She sat down and leaned on the wall.
There was silence for a moment.
But then, out of the blue, Draco suddenly laughed.
"What?" Hermione asked, one of her eyebrows raised.
''I quite enjoyed that. Didn't you?"
"What do you mean, enjoyed? We almost got caught!"
"I thought you'd have enjoyed that. You're a Gryffindor, aren't you? You're supposed to be risk-takers, being brave and all."
"But we could've been suspended, or worse, our Badges could've been taken away!"
"I can't believe you're the famous Potter's best friend. You're always out on adventures every single year!"
Hermione stuck her tongue out. She crossed her arms and turned away. She hated it whenever Draco started off on a sickeningly annoying conversation with her. "I don't even know why I always put up with you."
Draco smirked, and leaned coolly on the stone wall. "Maybe it's because I'm drop dead gorgeous, handsome, witty, and irresistible, of course."
"HA!" Hermione laughed. "You wish, Draco."
"What, you don't think I have any of those traits?" Draco had looked offended. He crawled towards Hermione and put his face inches near hers.
Hermione felt a blush creeping to her cheeks. All of a sudden, she felt warm and was filled once again with a strong desire to kiss him… Up close, he was gorgeous, more handsome than ever, and Hermione felt an urge to put her arms around him. Oddly, the feeling she got when she thought about this was strangely familiar… as if she already felt it before…
She leaned in closer, and closer to Draco…
And before she could even come to her senses and stop herself…
She had already closed her eyes and kissed him.
A/N:So, was it okay? I'm pretty sure you didn't really enjoy it, as it is practically only one scene. But hey, at least you have one new fluffy chapter! Anyway, the thirteenth chapter might come late like this one did, so you'll have to wait patiently once more! Anyway, for the meantime, reread this if you like and REVIEW!!!