Kisses in the Dark

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Chapter 2

“Now that we are all fed,” Headmaster Dumbledore pushed to his feet at the Head Table. “Can the Prefects please take the first years to their common rooms? Classes will begin in the morning so I strongly urge everyone to rest.”

The Great Hall broke into a series of shouts and the thunder of feet as students got out of their seats and made their way to various parts of the castle.

Hermione glanced across the hall to where the Head Boy was getting to his feet and making his way to the Head Table as they’d been instructed to do by Professor McGonagall.

Mimicking his gesture, she quickly followed suit, determined not to fall behind to him.

Catching her hurried pace from the corner of his eye, Draco quickened his steps, unwilling to allow her access to the Headmaster first.

They both reached Dumbledore at the exact same time, slightly out of breath from their silent race.

Dumbledore smiled at them, his blue eyes twinkling behind his spectacles. “Ms. Granger, Mr. Malfoy, I trust both your summers were peaceful.”

“Yes, Headmaster,” they chimed on unison.

“Excellent,” he motioned them around the long table. “Please follow me to your dorm.”

The corridor leading to their dorm was in the exact opposite direction of all the other common rooms. They were lead up winding staircases, through twisting corridors and around sharp corners. Attempting to memorize their path quickly became a mute point when there were just too many turns to recall. In the end, she simply followed Dumbledore, hoping they’d be given a map at the end of their journey.

It felt like hours before they found themselves facing a large portrait of a small girl in a white dress. Tresses of bright gold tumbled around her pixie-like features, emphasizing the delicate, gold necklace around her slender throat. From the end, a tiny key dangled, just brushing the lace around the top of her collar.

She smiled at them welcomingly, her little hands fiddling around a boutique of wildflowers. Behind her the moon shone bright against the navy backdrop. It highlighted the dark forest scenery and the large, silhouette of a dragon swooping high in the sky, large wings just grazing the treetops.

Dumbledore inclined his head to her before turning to Hermione and Draco. “Now, this is the door leading into your common room. It is the most guarded and securest location than any of the other Houses. All that is required is a password.”

“Enemies!” Hermione said immediately.

Draco crossed his arms and retorted. “Eternal enemies.”

It was nearly impossible to keep the scowl from her face at his more fitting password.

Dumbledore turned to the portrait and muttered something.

The little girl curtsied and reached out her slender arm. Her curled fingers opened like a pale rose to reveal a tiny key.

Dumbledore signaled to Draco. “Go ahead, Mr. Malfoy.”

After a moment of hesitance, not certain if the Headmaster had gone mad, Draco reluctantly reached for the girl’s hand, pulling it away just as quickly.

“Please take the key from Mr. Malfoy and put it into the dragon’s mouth, Ms. Granger,” Dumbledore said.

“Key…?” Hermione murmured, baffled until Draco opened his hand and showed her the key resting in his palm.

It was with great effort not to wince when her fingers touched Draco’s palm, his soft… silky palm.

Shaking herself, she quickly dropped the key into the dragon’s open mouth and watched it disappear.

“Very good,” Dumbledore said once all was complete.

They waited another second for the door to pop open.

At Dumbledore’s nod to proceed, Draco pulled it open the whole way and slipped through, followed by Hermione than Dumbledore, but not before she noticed the missing necklace around the tiny girl’s throat.

All thoughts of the girl and her necklace vanished upon entering the wide, lavish common room. It was at least twice the size of the Gryffindor common room and much more elegantly designed. The furniture seemed almost antique, a mixture of burgundy and gold. With the exception of the gray, stone walls and the green drapes. It was clear the room had been created with both Houses in mind. They would be of course spending quite a bit of time there and would need to feel comfortable. But what fascinated Hermione the most was the ceiling. It had been enchanted to mirror the ceiling in the Great Hall, showing them the dark, starry night outside.

Astounded and amazed, Hermione dared a glance at Draco to see if she could gouge his reaction, but like a true Malfoy, it was under lock and key. If anything, he seemed bored.

Yes, the place was impressive and possibly bigger than his kitchen at home, but he absolutely refused to gawk like some… commoner.

“It’s just like my room, only smaller and with red and gold,” he sneered when he caught Hermione watching him.

As he’d anticipated, anger flared behind those large, honey-colored eyes.

How did he do it? How did he always know just what to say to ruin a perfect moment! Who cared if his room was bigger? Showy git!

“Whatever, Malfoy,” she muttered.

Dumbledore cleared his throat before the two could get into a heated argument. “Your rooms are just up those stairs,” he pointed to a single set of stairs splitting in two different directions at the top. “They are designed personally for your needs. At the top, each of you will have a portrait. The witch or Wizard inside will come when summoned. You simply describe to them your desired room, along with the password: changes, and everything will be taken care of. Also, you can modify your passwords this way as well.”

He paused, waiting to see if they had any questions before bidding them farewell and leaving them alone.

The tension in the room was so thick it could be cut with a knife. The two continued to stand facing each other, bodies braced for the other’s attack while they glared daggers.

Draco broke it first. He gave Hermione a snort of disgust and stalked away, climbing the stairs two at a time until he reached the top and turned abruptly left and out of sight.

Hermione waited a beat before following suit and turning right.

The room was white, blindingly, utterly… white. The mere sight of it made Draco cringe.

“Changes!” he bellowed much louder than was necessary.

A sullen, watchful wizard appeared on the portrait doorway. “Another one? How many of does Dumbledore expect to keep making head?”

Draco ignored him. “Green and silver, with touches of black.”

This seemed to make the portrait grin a little. “Slytherin are you? Well, maybe this will be better than last year, I had a bloody Gryffindor!” he sneered at the memory, then quickly disappeared from sight to do Draco’s bidding.

He returned when the room began to swirl and shift. Like melting chocolate or running paint, the colors began to trickle into place around the room until it was to Draco’s liking.

Perfect, he thought with a slight nod of approval.

“New Password,” he said, turning away from the room all together to face the portrait. “Purity of blood.”

Maybe it would help him remember just where he stood in this place and why he couldn’t give in to the temptation just on the other end of the hallway.

Hermione wasn’t having the same problems at all. She knew for certain that she would never allow that egotistical git anywhere near her. Oh no, she was absolutely confident that she could resist him and anything he dared dish out.

She stepped deeper into her burgundy and gold room and took a seat on the corner of the large, four-poster bed. Around her, candles flickered and danced against the walls, casting the room in a comfortable glow. They reflected off the vanity mirror and the oil paintings adorning the walls. Under her feet, the plush carpet tickled her bare soles. She’d been raised from infancy to remove her shoes when stepping into the house; it was a habit that she hadn’t bothered to break, even now.

Across the room, just beyond the three piece sitting room set, was a miniature-sized library with four sets of shelves, all lined with books. Next to it was a large, oak desk already placed with ink bottles, quills and parchment. On the other side of the room was a dresser and the door leading into the bathroom.

She briefly wondered if Draco had the same set up, but doubted it. Somehow, the room morphed to fit the person’s unique taste and style. This notion made her wonder if the Head Boy’s room was designed like a dungeon with chains and torture devices and a large poster of Voldemort pointing and saying something like: Voldemort wants YOU!

She giggled at the thought, pushing to her feet and padding to the washroom to shower and prepare for bed.

Inside, she was stunned on the spot by the wide, lavish beauty that was the bathroom. Pure, marble white that gleamed to a blinding shine carved a built in tub wide enough for ten, it paved the floors, the walls, the His and Her counter and sinks. Just behind the tub, was a wide room enclosed by glass and smooth columns to form the showers. There was also a love seat off to one side. It was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen. She could hardly wait to dive in!

She stripped and hurried towards the showers just when they magically burst to life, startling her.

“Oh my God!” she gasped, delighted.

Showers that turned themselves on and set themselves to the perfect temperature! How cool was that?

On the other side of the wall, Draco set down his wand when he heard the showers come to life on the other side of the door. That should make certain the water was at the perfect temperature while he pulled off his clothes, folded them neatly to avoid creases and sauntered into the bathroom.

The bathing spell the house-elves had taught him from an early age was one he enjoyed practicing often. It made drawing one’s own shower so much easier when it only involved a flick of his wand.

Steam was already billowing from over the glass case when he entered the lavish washroom and flung his towel aside carelessly. He pulled the door open and stepped inside only to step straight into another wet, equally naked body.

A squeak of surprise emanated his own yelp of surprise as the small figure in front of him jumped and spun around.

“Granger?”

“Malfoy!”

“What the hell are you doing in here?” they shouted on unison.

“Don’t look, you pervert!” she screeched, when his gaze wondered down her chest and over all the places she couldn’t quite conceal with her hands, all the places now flushed pink with the heat of the water and the situation they were in.

Ribbons of water trailed over her sun-kissed flesh in a way that made him itch to do the same. Her hair plastered along the sides of her face, down the column of her throat and over the slopes of her shoulders in the most hypnotic waves and he wondered if she really was as soft as she looked beneath the dark strands concealing the creamy stretch of skin.

“Malfoy!” she screamed, kicking him in the shine and scattering all his lustful thoughts.

The pain radiating around his bruised ankle subdued the throbbing originating high up between his thighs, and he was momentarily thankful for it.

It wouldn’t do to lose his head now. She was still off limits, no matter how utterly delicious she was.

Instead, he arched a brow at her, and smirked. “If you wanted to share a shower with me, all you had to do was ask, Granger.”

Hermione glared at him. “I was in here first, clearly!”

“Perhaps, but this is my bathroom.”

“What do you mean your bathroom? It’s connected to my… can we please have this conversation when we’re dressed?”

He wanted to say no, to block her way, to push her against the wall and…

“Get out!” he growled with more force than necessary, but his flag was beginning to rise again and this time she was bound to notice.

Having her aware of his attraction to her was not something he relished, especially when it wasn’t attraction at all. He’d merely gone a while without female companionship and was paying for it now. No way was he attracted to her!

She didn’t argue his sharp command, but ducked her head and bolted out of the stall, slamming it closed behind her with enough force to nearly break the glass.

Draco waited to hear the bathroom door close before snapping the steaming water down to freezing and dosing himself.

Sleep was going to be a bitch, he just knew it.

In her room, Hermione slumped against the closed door leading into the bathroom and closed her eyes. Her heart hammered under her hand where she was holding closed the towel she’d hastily swung around herself in her retreat. On the other side of the door, she could hear the rush of water and all she could picture was the sight of Draco’s long, lean body bared before her like some carved sculpture. So pale and defined were the muscles on his chest and down his long arms. The droplets of water had curved along the rugged lines in a way that had nearly embarrassed her when she’d nearly moaned in appreciation, especially when said muscles formed his rock-hard abdomen and the droplets were headed dangerously south to an area he hadn’t even bothered to conceal.

Groaning in mortification, Hermione squeezed her eyes closed and slide to the ground.

Draco Malfoy had seen her naked in the shower! How was she ever going to live this down? There was no way he was going to keep this to himself, not when humiliating her was most of the fun.

What would people think? What would the Professors think? Probably that she’d done it deliberately to get him into bed, which was exactly what he was going to tell people because he was such a jerk.

Oh my God! What if he told everyone she tried to seduce him and he had to fight her off? What if he told them that he felt pity for her and slept with her?

Half her mind was already made up to march back into the other room and threaten him with bodily harm if he did such a thing, while the other half was absolutely certain that he would make it worse if she showed how much it would bother her.

So, she opted to not let it bother her. No one would believe him, except the Slytherins and who cared about them? She would simply deny the entire thing or go along with it and tell everyone how horrible he was in the sack.

This made her snicker a bit as she climbed to her feet and hurried away to dress.