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The halls were quiet as she walked through the place she called home for seven years. She breathed in deeply, the scent on the large stones dampening as she headed deeper under the ground.
When Hermione reached a large stone wall with no other turns, she shivered in anticipation. Three knocks, pause two knocks. That's what he had told her to do so he knew it was her. She complied, moving up to the supposed dead-end.
Three knocks, pause, two knocks. A few seconds passed and Hermione felt a sense of anxiety, no one was coming, he wasn't coming. He tricked her, he just wanted to humiliate her.
As she began to turn around, fully prepared to back out, the blank stone wall wavered. A rippling effect cast across the wall and Hermione moved forward to inspect the act of magic. A hand darted out from the ripples, grabbing her by the cuff and dragging her forward.
She hit a hard surface with a thump. Correction, she hit a chest.
"You were going to leave?"
Hermione looked up at him and smiled shyly. "Shush Malfoy..."
She peered around the Slytherin common-room. It was cosier in here than Harry and Ron had stated in second year...
"Granger?" Malfoy said, a bit too loudly.
"Shhh. Show me your room, is everyone asleep?"
Malfoy let out a soft smile, rubbing his hands over her arms. "No, they're all in Pucey's dorm for drinks, let's go."
Malfoy lead her down a half-hidden hallway, down a few steps and into a seperate hallway with three doors. When he opened one of the doors, Hermione gasped.
There was only one bed inside, neat furnishings of dark mahogany, forest green silk and silver curtains. Malfoy's bed was almost double the size of her own, and the room still had wiggle room, and a giant chest of drawers.
Hermione turned back around from her admiration of the room to spot Malfoy sitting apprehensively on his plush bed. She moved over to him, swinging a leg over his lap to straddle him.
Her fingers trailed through his hair gently, pushing it back and causing him to lean into her touch. Hermione didn't think anyone saw him like this, it felt nice to have something to herself.
Part of her thought of what her friends would think. What his friends would think. She leaned forwards, pushing her face into the curve of Malfoy's neck and sighing. Nobody has to know, she reminded herself. It was just them, for them. A little secret.