Each Other
By breeze

The room was dark. It seemed so natural now, to be in the dark, hiding from them, the world, and, somehow, each other. They had become comfortable around one another. They kissed each other, but still, some things felt sacred, hidden and personal. He was still a man of many secrets, if not complete lies. He watched her in the dim light. Her small frame moved around the room gracefully, slowly making her way from one thing to another, from this to that. She was unaware that he could stare at her for hours on end, completely intrigued. Behind her, the window revealed that they were in the mountains somewhere. The snow was falling steadily outside, blanketing this foreign world in a cold kindness. It filled the room with a white glow that made everything seem so perfect.

Christmas was fast approaching and Dumbledore had arranged for her parents to secretly meet the small brunette. For Draco, the very concept was out of the question. It had been a long time now since he had seen his mother, and his father was trying to kill him. Still, the holidays didn't seem so lonely this year, and he was looking forward to meeting the masterminds behind the slightly crazy women he was going to spend the rest of his life with, according to various sources… including his heart. He was fairly certain this knew feeling had everything to do with the young witch whom he had his eye on at this very moment.

Her hair was hanging freely, wildly, and he was sure she was at her prettiest this way. Her clothing was simple and slightly wrinkled. Her face was clean of any makeup, but still glowed. She was not graceful or calm. She had a tendency to drop things and bump into corners. She lost her temper and yelled at him at the 'drop of a hat,' as those muggles say. But she was also witty and had an innocence to her that drove him mad. Absolutely and blindly mad.

"Aha!" Her voice broke his thoughts as she turned and waved a rather thick book in the air. A slow smile spread across her face. She opened it and started reading without even bothering to sit. He ran his hands through his blond hair and sank lower in chair. His long black shirt suddenly felt tight and too warm.

"So then, what am I going to do while you have your nose stuck in that book, Granger?" His voice was slightly lost from his previous thoughts. She looked at him and smirked. "Well?"

"Do you want me to read aloud or something, Malfoy?" Her voice was thick with sarcasm. He smirked at her.

"Yes, please, Granger." She looked at him for a long moment, chewing on her bottom lip—on purpose he swore—before flipping to the first page.

"Fine then." She slightly cleared her voice and began. "Hogwarts, a History: Volume..."

"NO!" He got to his feet and started towards her.

"What, Malfoy?" She closed the book and smiled brightly.

"I threw that thing away ten countries ago." It was the truth. He had caught her reading it at two in the morning and had about enough of house elves and secret rooms. He closed the distance faster than she anticipated, most likely because she was laughing at his expense. She was somehow blind to the fact that they had graduated and didn't need to know anything about that school. He snatched the book and threw it over his shoulder. She watched the book fly across the room and glared at him.

"What do you have against that book, Malfoy?" She crossed her arms, her voice slightly angry.

"All you do is read it, Granger," he shot back. "What do we need to know about Hogwarts?"

"I have a feeling that Draco Malfoy Jr. will be going there," she shot back. He smirked at her.

"Well, finding them out on your own is more fun," he retaliated.

"Well, what else is there to do?" She raised her eyebrows and he thought about it. It was the truth, the days did have a way of dragging on. She pushed past him to retrieve the book but he stopped her, his hand grabbing her own gently.

"Dance with me?" he asked coolly. She looked at him, her eyes confused, then the softened slightly.

"Sure," she said simply. She turned towards him, the book forgotten and, somehow, in the darkened room, another boundary was crossed, another barrier broken. Another side of them revealed to each other. The first few steps were awkward, her guard somehow up, but he bent down and kissed her forehead lightly, and she relaxed into him, the steps becoming easy. They rocked back and forth, and her eyes met his. "So what happens now?"

"We make out," he said dryly. She punched his arm.

"You know what I mean," she snapped. He pulled her closer until her head was resting against his chest.

"We run. It's what we're good at, Granger." He inhaled her scent deeply and closed his eyes, unaware she was doing the same. "After we meet your parents, we run away."

"Away from reality," she said softly.

"Well, it will all be very real. If I find your nose in that book, I will kill you," he added. She snorted.

"I bet," she murmured, her mind starting to fade in the soft, rocking, snowy world that was surrounding her every thought. "Why don't you just get it over with?" she said jokingly, quietly.
He hesitated for a moment, and then, drunk with her voice, high off her scent, and taken over by her simple beauty, opened his mouth.

"Because I love you," he said so softly that he thought she didn't hear him, but she did and it shook her like an electric current.

Frozen inside his embrace, she didn't move. She couldn't. The words flowed through her veins like fire; she wanted to scream, wanted to escape, wanted to kill him where he stood with one clean flick of her wand. But she didn't, she merely stood still as the realization that her sworn enemy was everything she suddenly wanted. More than friendship, more than family, more than reason or rhyme. He was it. He noticed she'd stopped moving, and he suddenly hated himself. Almost instinctively, he tightened his grip on her, drawing his head back; he knew this was it.
Her eyes were lost; the happiness dissolved. They wandered all over his face, trying to read him. She was dizzy. He could hear her short, erratic breath and the way her lips fell a little bit open, as though struggling to say something. The way someone does when they're about to cry. Hope sped through him like a poisoned bullet, and he waited desperately for something, anything. Even for her to slap him would be better than this silence.

She said nothing.

Draco Malfoy was a man of pride and never in his life had it been cut down so short. He took a step back and began to slightly question his sanity.

"I'm sorry," she heard him whisper. "I didn't mean to. It just came out, I swear."

"Don't," she said quickly. "Don't lie." His eyes met hers and she took a step forward.

"I'm a bad person." He looked at her for a long moment.

"I said, don't lie," she whispered, her hands slowly gliding up his chest. Her eyes were wide with that innocence that kept him up late at night. "If I said I loved you... What would you do?" Her voice was so small, so painful in a way. He took his own hands and glided them down her neck and shoulders.

"What do you want?" He bent down and kissed her lips slowly. She leaned into him.

"You," she said. He knew that suggestive tone.

"And why is that, Granger?" he asked knowingly, dragging it out. She pulled back and let her eyes wander before coming back to his. She hesitated for a moment, and then—

"Because I love you." Her voice so soft, he barely heard it. He grabbed her and picked her up, her legs wrapping around him before crushing their mouths together, wanting, needing, and desperate for something that was meant to be. Neither cared that for years they had fought, screamed, and loathed. They forgot their friends and their lives before that day so long ago. And as he moved towards the bed, his shirt removed, her blouse unbuttoned, and both dizzy with madness of it all, destiny and fate became real. The only real thing they had to go on.
And as the night went on the further, gone they both were.

A/N: If you have seen the Notebook ... then yeah! As for the reason this chapter took so long... I suck! But while I was on Fanfic vacation a lovely girl by the name of Kate was kind enough to Beta and reedit the story. She is great ... all my fans, the shrine building will begin at sunset ... someone bring doughnuts please...! So for all those who crave Grammar laws and such to be enforced ... reread and be sure to give the girl a shout out in the reviews! She edit this chapter with a Hurricane at her door step... I appreciate it all sooooo much!