Imaginary

'Maybe this isn't so bad after all,' he thought as he watched her sleep in his arms. He smiled at the way her nose was wrinkled from a curl tickling her. Gently he removed the string of hair and saw how her face eased up into a little smile. He was beginning to think that he had never seen her more beautiful. But then he remembered the way her deep, chocolate brown eyes searched his and he knew he was wrong.

He trembled lightly when she breathed heavily against his bare chest. Her breath was warm and sent shivers all through his body.

'Maybe this could even work out.' He knew the thought was absurd. But he couldn't help himself. This was something he had been wanting for so long, and now he had it. The question was could he keep on to what he had now?

His thoughts were disrupted when Hermione stirred in his arms. He felt his body become stiff, but she didn't wake up. She only turned her head and rubbed her nose on the few, light hairs he had on his chest. When she sighed again, he closed his eyes and held her closer to him.

'She could never be mine,' the thoughts came to him, as he watched how her dark brown curls made his skin seem even paler than it was. 'She deserves so much more than I can ever give her.'

Carefully he twirled a stray curl around his fingers, seeing how the soft light from his wand played with colour giving it all kinds of shades he had never imagined before. Slowly he lifted the curl to his nose and inhaled its scent. 'Why haven't I ever done this before?' he asked himself. A laugh came to him when I realised the answer. 'Because I've been an idiot.'

He released the curl and placed his now empty hand on her naked back, slowly tracing unseen patterns all over her ivory skin. He felt her tremor and loved the feeling. He liked making her feel good, making him feel what she made him feel. There was no greater treasure in life, he decided and he watched her sleep.

'I only hope that I am worthy of it,' his coward heart thought.

Then he saw her eyes flutter and open to look at him. He saw a sincerity and a happiness there that he had never thought would be directed at him.

"Draco," she whispered and smiled at him.

Without any hesitation he leaned over and kissed her. First the kiss was hard and possessive, but soon it changed, became deep, passionate and emotional. As he kissed her his heart reached forever and he thought, 'I may not deserve this right now, but I will spend the rest of my life to earn every second with her.'

So, everyone this was my first attempt at a one-shot story. Tell me if you like it, and if you didn't, tell me what could have been better.