Rating:: PG-13
House:: Astronomy Tower
Genres:: Romance
Era:: Multiple Eras
Stats:: Published: 03/14/2003

Updated: 03/14/2003

Words: 680

Chapters: 1

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Conversation in the Forbidden Forest

Dorotea Senjak

Story Summary:: Hermione and Draco have a secret meeting in the Forbidden Forest

Posted:: 03/14/2003

Hits:: 4,856

Author's Note:: My idea for this story was to write a series of fics that involved a conversation between two characters. This is the first of the series.

"I know we don't want to be seen, but meeting in the Forbidden Forest is a bit extreme, isn't it? If we get caught -- "Hermione whispered to the cloaked boy standing next to her.

"Do you want Peeves rushing about the castle singing bad rhymes about your underpants?"

Hermione arched a brow. "You are not going to see my underpants."

"I'm not? I'm going back to Hogwarts then. It's too damn cold out here just to carry on a conversation. I have nothing against good conversation, as long as there is a bit of bodily warmth as well. Honestly, Hermione, if you just want to hold a conversation, you could just owl me."

"You know what your problem is Malfoy?"

"Questionable taste in women?"

"I will not hesitate slapping you. Again. Your problem is you enjoy the sound of your own voice too much. My lips are blue. Kiss me or *I'm* going back to the castle."

"Blue? How very...what's the word for it? Punk. How very punk of you, Granger. I would've never guessed ---" Draco was unable to finish the sentence because Hermione had grabbed his cloak, pulled him closer to her and began kissing him soundly.

They kissed for several minutes until they heard voices in the distance. "Bloody hell, we should have just gone to the Astronomy Tower," Draco said.

"Yes, I'm sure you and I being seen in the Astronomy Tower together would not cause any gossip."

Draco chuckled dryly. "It would be entertaining to see the look on Weasel's face."

"His name is Ron."

"Whatever," Draco said, grabbing Hermione's hand and pulling her deeper into the forest as the voices drew closer. "It's probably that bumbling fool, Hagrid. We all know he can't keep a secret."

"Must you constantly insult my friends?"

"Yes, well, I must admit it's not very challenging as they make it so easy, but you are very cute when you defend them."

They settled in against a large tree and Hermione leaned a bit against Draco. "You think I'm cute?"

"No, I just snog you because I lost a bet with Goyle."

"That's fine, because I only snog you because Lavender dared me."

"Bookworm."

"Snob."

"Frizz head."

"Pug face."

"Pug face? You're going to pay for that one, Granger."

"It'll have to wait until our next meeting. I need to do research for Charms still."

Draco snorted. "Is it research for extra credit?"

Hermione didn't answer for a long moment, but finally admitted, "Yes, it is."

"You don't need extra credit."

"But --" Hermione was cut off by Draco pouncing on her. His lips pressed heatedly against hers as they kissed deeply.

Draco manoeuvred Hermione up against the tree, pressing his body against hers. His hand slid inside her cloak and tried to find its way through what Draco thought must be at least ten layers of clothing. He broke off the kiss. "Are you wearing armour as well?" He asked in frustration.

"There is snow on the ground. It's cold; you'd have me wear nothing but silk lingerie?"

"Do you have silk lingerie?"

Hermione rolled her eyes. "As much fun as it is to have you pawing at me, Malfoy, I really do have to get back," Hermione said as she pushed Malfoy back.

"I'm getting visuals now, Granger. Black silk? Red, perhaps?"

"Have sweet dreams, Draco," Hermione said as she kissed his cold cheek lightly as she turned and crunched through the snow towards Hogwarts.

Draco sighed heavily. "As if I'm going to be able to sleep now!" He called after her. He kicked the snow, giving her a head start back towards the castle. It would be bad if one of them got caught sneaking back in, but it would be disaster if they were caught sneaking back in together.

"Foolish relationship," Draco scolded himself as he waited. "Muggle born. A Gryffindor. Middle class," he kicked the snow. "And not even easy," he shook his head and started slowly back toward the castle. "Well, if it were simple, it'd be boring," he decided, smiling to himself.