A Million Shades Of Red

I hated the feeling of lying to my friends. Although I loved the adrenalin rush it was a horrible feeling to lie to my friends and everyone else at school. The only thing that I could use to justify what I was doing was the fact that we were in love, though we were young and foolish we were in love and love conquers all. We had our moments, with our arguments in front of everyone else, but we always made up. But if Harry ever knew about us then he would never talk to me again. I knew that what I was doing was wrong, but I have faith that we won't be found out until we want people to know. Right now I was meant to be meeting with him but he was late as usual. I shuffled around and looked about a bit, not really knowing what to do, he was later than usual.  I knew that he would have some excuse, he always did, but I always forgave him. And he forgave me after I punched him in third year. I heard footsteps and knew that he was here. I turned to greet him and was enveloped in his arms, brought into a crushing embrace. I buried my head in his chest, breathing in his comforting scent. I felt his lips on the top of my head, a comforting, chaste kiss that held more than it seemed. Swiftly we moved into the room of requirement, effectively making sure that no one would find us for a couple of hours. As soon as we were inside I felt his hand on my chin, lifting my head up to that I was looking at him, before smashing his lips on mine in a passionate kiss. There was no way that I could describe the kiss other than amazing. It was the sort of kiss that every girl in the world lusted over, the sort with the fireworks and the tingles. His hands ran up underneath my shirt, sending fire through my body and making a soft moan escape my lips causing him to smile. My hands wound themselves in his hair, pulling gently, making him gasp. Suddenly his lips left mine, trailing fiery kissed down my jaw, before sucking at the skin on the hollow of my throat.  I knew he would leave a mark, I wonder if he was ready to come out about our relationship. Once more his lips were on mine, pushing out all thoughts, the only thing on my mind at that moment was him. My white haired Slytherin Prince. He began to walk towards the bed, pushing me backwards with every step, before finally pushing my down onto the soft mattress and lying above me. After a while we stopped kissing, and simply lay in each other's arms.

"My love how have you been?" He enquired softly, his voice thick like honey.

"Lonely. Ron seems to believe that I wish to be his girlfriend though." I said. Draco laughed quietly at this, knowing that my heart was with him as his was with mine.

"You have a similar problem to my pansy problem then." He stated, causing me to giggle. Pansy believed that she was God's gift to Draco, That she was the only girl that he would look at, whereas in reality she was probably the only girl he wouldn't.

As we lay there, snuggled together in the warmth of the bed I wondered what Harry would be doing. I knew I had been gone longer than usual and Harry had a tendency to worry. Just as I thought this I heard the door creek open. My heart beat fast as both Draco and I gazed towards the door, awaiting whoever was about to enter, knowing that our secret was getting out whether we wanted it to or not. I wondered if it would be a first year who, though it was wrong, we could obliviate so that they told no one. I expected it to almost be another couple, looking for somewhere private.

What I didn't expect was for it to be Harry who stumbled across Draco and I, wrapped in each other's arms, most of our clothes strewn around the room, hair all messed up, lips slightly swollen from the passion of a few minutes ago. There were no words to describe how I felt when Harry's eyes connected with mine, his face turning to one of shock as he realised whose arms I was in.

"Hermione? Malfoy?" Harry's voice was filled with a sort of disbelieving tone. I opened my mouth to say something, but closed it knowing that I would only make it worse by saying something. Harry finally looked back to me, his eyes filled with hurt and betrayal before he ran from the room.

In a flick of my wand Draco and I were both fully clothed and sprinting from the room, hand in hand, racing past many students, following Harry through the halls. We twisted and turned with the corridors, taking brave leaps from the top of moving staircases so that we didn't lose sight of Harry as he sprinted away from us. We didn't care about the looks we got, we were trying to fix something that should never of happened. When we finally lost sight of Harry we were outside of McGonagall's office.