"when"

"Third year, when you punched me."

It's the truth..

He can feel it, but why..

Why did you keep it? Why don't you speak up?

Why do you have to turn away? Why must you ignore me? Why must she hide away?

"I like you"

This story was written because we were excited in the middle of the night. The words may not be as beautiful as the story.

How to Flirting

Because I was very sleepy and there must have been a lot of incorrect words. But anyway, please leave it to me. Haha. You can hit me or warn me, but don't discourage me too much.

O W E N TM.

Last night.. like a dream You can feel it but it's diluted. It really happened but I'm not sure. There was only one thing that told him it was true. are traces from touch It wasn't you who came to tell him..

Draco Malfoy glanced at her, Hermione Granger..

The girl acted like everything was normal. It's like today is a normal day, even though in reality it's not.. It hasn't been since last night..

The young blonde sighed. What the teacher taught didn't even enter my head. In his head, there's only things about her. I've been asking myself since the morning when I woke up and there wasn't you by my side. Why do you act like nothing happened last night?

He gritted his teeth before collapsing onto the table. Why did it turn out to be him who was crazy?

Or is she not interested at all? It should have been you who talked about last night. Not letting him be such a fool!

Draco is chased by Squibflix for being out late at night, so he runs into an abandoned classroom to escape.

Norris the Crazy Cat pestered him to the point where he had to lock himself in this crazy classroom.

"Dammit," Draco swore angrily before glancing up at the person he hadn't expected to see.

Hermione Granger sat in the corner of the room, hugging her knees, looking at him. She opened her mouth as if to say something, but instead she let out a sigh and fell to her knees as if she couldn't see him.

Draco raised his eyebrows. At least tonight he has a beautiful woman to stay with to relieve his loneliness. Even if she's a disgusting Mudblood bookworm! At least several hours will not be boring.

The boy's mouth curled into a smile before he walked towards the girl with curly brown hair. She looked up from her knees to look at him before frowning.

"What's wrong, Malfoy?" Hermione asked in a muffled voice, as if unwilling to speak.

Draco only smiled as usual. He didn't answer yet before sitting down next to the thin body and purposely pressing them close together for teasing. And the results were as expected. Hermione glanced at him curiously but mostly indifferently. Before moving away, he was almost buried in the wall.

"I just wanted to ask." She scooted away and he snuck in. "Why would a Mudblood bookworm who behaves in obedience break the curfew rules?"

She turned to look at him with a dissatisfied expression. "It's none of your business, Ferret."

"Oh, right," the person who was scolded was a ferret, pretending to cry as if he just remembered. "Boring, don't you think, Granger?"

She didn't answer, but just buried her face in her knees as if she didn't want to know anything at all.

"Looking for something to do?"

“What are you doing?” she asked, her voice muffled because she had not yet lifted up her face.

"Let's play some riddles. Why do you ask such a stupid question when you're so smart, Mudblood?" Draco Malfoy said in such a teasing tone that she couldn't help but look up and look at him with displeased eyes.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" Hermione tried to recite a formula in her mind to calm her blonde father's annoyance. Draco moved his face closer to hers with a disbelieving smile.

"Sex"

"Oh my God," Hermione cried out in vain. "What brought you here?"

“Hey Granger. It's just sex." He shrugged nonchalantly. "Don't you mind doing it with me to pass the time?"

Hermione laughed. But it wasn't because she was in a good mood. She stared at him indifferently. “No, Malfoy. I won't have sex with you. No matter what."

..Even though she refused, she didn't get up and run away.

Draco thought to himself as he pressed himself closer to the thin body. Two strong arms raised up against the wall to restrain her.

“You don't want to say no,” he whispered, staring into hazel eyes that he had never examined carefully before. “Trust me.”

"I already refused, Malfoy." Hermione raised both hands to cover his mouth and shoved him in the face. She had the senses to resist the extremely handsome, lustful man in front of her..maybe.

Draco gently kissed the hand covering his mouth before easily pulling it away with his own.

"We just forget who we are and have sex."

"It's not that simple," Hermione stubbornly denied. Two thin arms tried to push the strong body of a Quidditch player closer.

Draco fucked his mouth as hard as he could. He raised one hand and wrapped it around his thin waist. He pressed his lips against her full lips.

Hermione pursed her lips, unwilling to accept. He bit her lips open before rushing in to take in the irresistible sweetness.

The arm that had been pushed out gradually moved to wrap around his neck instead. The blond boy moaned in his throat in satisfaction.

Hermione could feel how hard it was to stop the kissing. She could feel his desire being transmitted through her hot lips and tongue that wanted to invade and make her feel dizzy. and a sweet fragrance that is hard to ignore She could tell that she didn't want him to stop.

Draco parted his lips. He heard a soft cry of displeasure in the throat of the girl in front of him.

Hermione watched as the blond quickly undid his robe and took off his shirt, revealing perfect muscles that were inviting to be rubbed.

"Take it off, Granger," Draco said through gritted teeth.

"Don't give me orders, Malfoy."

“It escalated to the point where I was completely naked,” he protested angrily. "How will you take it?"

And the sound of clothes being taken off was her answer..

They continued to go through hard nights. Draco woke up at around 6:30 AM in the same deserted classroom. And he was completely naked, with his clothes carelessly thrown around the room and on the floor.

He blinked rapidly to clear his daze. He knew what happened last night. And he was about to turn over and hug the body that had gone through yesterday's battle together because it was almost three hours until it was time to eat breakfast.

But what he grabbed was nothingness, and that immediately woke him up.

Draco sat up and looked around the room. There was no sign of the Gryffindor girl at all. That made him a little dissatisfied, but then he decided to put on his own clothes first.

..she'll probably come talk to me soon..

He thought, but no, it wasn't like he expected..

Draco groaned in displeasure at the thought of what had happened. He decided that at the end of this Magic Numbers class, where he was free of Prince Potty and the loser weasels, he would go talk to her right away, and he knew that she was trying to avoid him because every time he turned to look at her. She will turn away.

..It's not this easy, Granger.

The sound of the class teacher announcing the end of class brought him back to his senses. Draco quickly swept everything into his bag and waited until everyone had left the room.

Hermione was usually the last to leave the room because of her fastidiousness, but this time she knew he was eavesdropping and quickly swept everything into her bag. But it's too late

As soon as the last child walked out Draco raised his wand before flicking it at the door. Hermione had the door slammed in her face. The girl shook and cast a spell to break the lock to open the door, but she didn't even turn to look at him.

Draco Malfoy gritted his teeth. He walked behind her and put his arm against the door, trapping her in his arms.

"Granger"

"Open the door, Malfoy."

“No!” he shouted impatiently. "I won't open this damn door until we talk!"

"I have nothing to talk to you about."

"But I have." A hand pulled her so she turned to look at him. "And you definitely have."

"I do not have"

"So, what was it like last night, Granger?"

"Forget it," said Hermione, looking down and avoiding her eyes.

She listened to the person in front of her laugh with mockery, “Forget it!?”

“Yes!” And finally, she couldn't bear it. Hermione let out a gasp, "Forget it."

Draco was slightly startled when he saw the person in front of him suddenly cry. He felt a strange feeling in his heart. The young boy frowned slightly.

“Hey,” he placed both his hands on her cheeks before gently lifting them up. Hermione looked at him with tear-filled eyes. Draco's eyes drifted down to his full lips before he lowered his head, hoping to touch them again. But the cries were loud enough to stop him.

"Don't kiss me."

"No way." He didn't wait for her to protest. Slim lips instantly attach to the lips. Draco hoped it wasn't the soul-stealing, passionate kiss like last night. He kissed her to comfort her.

It seemed like she was quite calm after being kissed. She closed her eyes before slowly opening them when he parted his lips.

"You hate me, don't you?"

"I don't hate you anymore." He hugged her softly.

“Why!?” Hermione cried out. “Just because of sex last night, you stopped hating me!? When I woke up and realized what I had done, I felt so guilty about myself! Forget it, Malfoy. Forget it."

"Come on," Draco rubbed her head comfortingly. "Maybe I didn't hate you to begin with."

"What do you mean?" Hearing this, she forced herself out of his embrace, Draco willingly releasing her.

"She's just being a bully."

"Huh?"

"The reason I hate Potter and Weasel is- I don't hate you at all. In fact, I might even like you." I just don't feel it.”

Hermione frowned at him, "When?"

"Third year, when you punched me."

The girl burst out laughing, "You're crazy."

“Yes,” he sighed. "I want to say I will never forget last night.”

Draco saw her frown again and muttered indignantly, "Come on- you probably know what I mean."

“How do I know? I can't read your mind!" Hermione said, more confused than before.

"I like you. Are we dating?"

“Are you crazy?!” and she cried out again. "You're definitely crazy."

Draco Malfoy gritted his teeth. He spoke through gritted teeth.

"Then what are we going to do, Granger?!"

"You can't date me."

"So secretly."

Hermione rolled her eyes before she denied again, "If secretly, when will we tell them?"

Draco seemed to gain hope. He gave her a bright smile, "Marriage."

“Stupid Ferret!” Why did he plan to go so far?

"Fine. I'll tell you when things fall into place and we're ready."

Hermione smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck. "It has to be like this." She leaned down on his neck. "Promise me you won't leave me."

"Of course, darling," the blond smiled before leaning down and kissing her softly. "My father must not know about this."

Hermione laughed good-naturedly and kissed him again on tiptoe. Draco wrapped his arm around her waist before leaning forward into hers.

And then Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy skipped class together for the next class.