POV: Hermione. Don't Play The Song Until I Tell You! 😍😘

We embarked in our free-falls of apparational magic in the lobby of midnight blue marble, that was a privately secured building of some sorts?

Malfoy was still clinging onto my side in desperation restraints, clearly not wanting to let me go. I let him hold me in his grasps and in his mind of having me belonging to him for this night only. I was falling faster and faster into a deep abyss of a contraption set by Malfoy's webs. I couldn't believe how weak I was becoming for him... what did this all mean?! I was so willing to be captured by him?

Was Malfoy the wizard... I truly should belong with?

My mind was in a world of fantasy of unbridled passions that could never really happen outside of this weekend. Malfoy then began to speak and it helped bring me back to my ubiquitous reality as he explained our whereabouts...

"Welcome to the Museum Of Women In History, Granger," Malfoy declared sweeping his arm down and swiftly taking my hand give me the tour.

"Really?! You took me to a museum?! And about Muggle Women in feminism history, at that?! Wow... I have to say, I'm impressed with your maturity and thinking of others besides yourself, Malfoy!" I laughed as he surveyed me with his graniten grey eyes and said, "I knew you'd enjoy this, Granger. And I'm so thankful I got your approval..." He sarcastically drawled rolling his eyes with his contagious laugh.

He looked up suddenly as we both witnessed someone coming to greet us. She was noteworthy in her beauty and was draped in a beautiful ball gown that definitely came from the eighties generation. Her blonde hair was short and I then noticed she was wearing a rather impressive tiara atop the bridge of her head...

Holy Unicorns Breath...

It was... It was Princess Diana?! What on earth?!

"Draco, darling, it's so wonderful to see you again," Princess Diana's smashing exuberance lit up the room. I always adored her. And it was all I could to not cry, feeling the honour of meeting her at this very moment.

"Diana, this is Miss. Granger. The one I've been telling you about. And our famous guest for the evening to overindulge her with women's liberations," Malfoy smiled introducing me to our Princess from the Muggle world.

She offered her hand and I respectfully obliged... Nonetheless, her touch felt oddly cold and waxy like? She smiled, "We're so excited to have you here. Draco's told us all about you! I'll be your tour guide this evening, to show you the tremendous amounts of artifacts and art that have been bestowed here throughout the years to represent our pasts for generations to come... You see, this experience you're going to be involved with tonight, is unlike any other before. You'll get to meet with women who have passed on and who are still here with you in your morality. Because, Miss. Granger, this is a museum that has come to life with the generosity of Draco's magic. We are here through our representatives of the women we once were and who we are. We have come to life from our lifetimes... I'm made of wax, like my many friends... and some are in paintings or made of metal or even of our actual human remains. With the few occasional ghosts floating about, that Draco has informed me you are use to ghosts, from being introduced to them in your world... So shall we begin?"

Princess Diana illustrated with poise and my eyes filled up with tears meeting her and knowing what I was about to encounter, that something only people could dream about.

"Thank you! Oh! I just cannot thank you enough for this amazing opportunity," I cried with a smile as she returned a smile back to me.

Malfoy held our interlocking fingers as we walked and listened to Princess Diana giving us every detail of every fascinating woman in this building. We met with Cleopatra in her mummy form from her tomb! And the infamous feminist leader that gave us the beginnings of our female voice was a portrait of Elizabeth Cady Stanton! We also met with a bronzed memoriam of Elizabeth Blackwell! The very first British woman to ever receive a medical degree both in the States and the United Kingdom.

But perhaps, my most cherished meeting was with the brilliantly influential girl and one of my many heroes, Anne Frank.

She was sitting at her desk in the famously acclaimed black and white photo of her as a young preteen, writing and looking up at the camera with her angelic smile.

The photograph Hermione's is talking to...😘😢😇❤️

"Anne, I'd like you to meet someone," Princess Diana began with her warm greetings.

"Hi, Di! And Draco Malfoy... you're looking dashing as ever! Like a movie star!" Anne adorably flirted with Malfoy and he thanked her with the most utmost respect. It was a scene to be remembered.

"UH! Where are my manners?! Is this her?! Is this, Hermione?!" Anne questioned with joy and I couldn't help but become teary eyed meeting her.

"This is her... our distinguished guest," Malfoy introduced me and I humbly smiled blushing myself.

"It's truly an honour to meet you, Anne," I choked up. I couldn't help it... she was always someone I admired for her strengths, knowledge, and charms that bounced off the pages of her diary. I just adored her. And this was a moment, I would never forget...

"Hermione! It's an honor meeting you! Tell me everything! I need gossip!" Anne laughed from her picture and I giggled right along with her.

"Master Malfoy! We need your help with the final arrangements for dinner! Could you see that everything is up to par?" I heard the voice of Carson running up to us in a panic.

"We'll leave you be to chat alone with Anne for a bit, while I see what the kerfuffle is. Enjoy yourself, Granger. I'll be right back to fetch you," Malfoy gently spoke and let go of my hand as Princess Diana followed behind him down the long hallway with Carson, who was jumping with hysteria for Malfoy to see the table set for us.

"You want to know something about me Hermione? That no one knows?!" Anne asked with delight in her voice.

"Of course!" I grinned wanting to know everything about her that wasn't in her diary, that I could actually get from the source herself...

"I have a gift for seeing people and I'm extremely intuitive. I can read everyone almost instantaneously... can I read you?" She innocently inquired.

"Go right ahead!" I laughed feeling her energy through the picture and she voiced her well thought opinions...

"Don't be afraid of what's directly in front of you, Hermione," She pointed to her left for me to look back down the hall to distantly seeing Malfoy making his way back towards me and continued her observations as I faced her again to hear more of her speech.

"There's a reason you two are always finding each other. You're each other's soulmates, Hermione... Because in this life and in your past lives... you two have always found each other... and will continually find a way to be together in your future. You feel the connection because there is a consensus of that electric passion! You're supposed to be with him, Hermione... don't be so quick to not let yourself take risks! Life is a precious gift... Don't waste it on something you know isn't there! Don't waste it on an unhappy relationship, when your answer is right in front you!" Anne begged me through her words. I was baffled at what she just told me. She was even standing up out of her seat as she made her testimonies of what Malfoy and I could be... or have been?

"Well, you're quite insightful and wonderful to talk with, Anne. Thank you for your advice," I appreciated what she said, but it scared the living breaths out of me...

"You need to take my advice into consideration, sweet Hermione. I know you understand what I'm saying... and you know I'm right. Life is too short to be in a relationship that you don't have a future with. I had my love that was taken from me... Please, for all the girls who didn't get to be with their true loves, who didn't get the chance at what real love could be... to feel everlasting love... do us this favor, as the girl who gets the chance to follow her truths and follow our hearts to our own truths, be our hero to live in your love with him..." Anne smiled with tears in her bold eyes, and Malfoy had joined my side.

My eyes were filled with sobs of water that I had to control. I sniffed and smiled back at Anne who was smiling at Malfoy joining me.

"Dinner is awaiting for us, Granger. Are you ready? Can I take her away from you, Anne?" He laughed asking her.

"Yes! Have a wonderful evening you two! Come see me again!" Anne giggled sitting back down in her chair. She gave me a subtle wink returning to her picturesque stature.

"Malfoy, I can't believe you've done this for me. No one has ever gone to this length to make something so special for me and something that I would absolutely love. Thank you..." I felt a fever heating in my body from my neck down thanking him.

"Just to see you smiling like that at me, I'd do this everyday for you," Malfoy invariably proclaimed and my heart fluttered by him, once again...

We made our way back to the lobby and I witnessed another dashing table for two, for us to enjoy another impressive feast.

Malfoy and I talked and laughed throughout our special reserved meal of flowing Firewhiskey, mushroom Parmesan risotto with a rare steak and creme brûlée for dessert... we both were grasping by every second in this dream world he had faithfully planned for me.

We reminisced of our Hogwarts days, and I made him apologize to me for enlarging my teeth my like a bloody saber tooth tiger, that day in Snape's class our fourth year...

"Do it, Malfoy..." I demanded with attitude and a justice gloating smirk... he leaned over the table closer towards me, to whisper for me to only hear his regrets.

"I'm deeply sorry for humiliating you... but you know, dodgy little buggers like myself, only do things to humiliate the girls they truly long for," Malfoy warranted with a sly smirk... and I shook my head from side to side with a chuckle, feeling the brush of my heated deeply rooted schoolgirl crush coming to the surface of my cheeks.

The mood suddenly changed by his next reveals and leaned forward even more with utter remorse written across his handsome face...

"I don't know where to begin with everything else I've done to you... I am painstakingly troubled over my mistakes. I owe you more than just my atonements, Granger. I should've stopped my aunt that day at Malfoy Manor... I still hear your horrific screams in my nightmares. My cowardice teenage years are something I'm extremely afflicted by. My pasts have haunt me and my deserved karma reached my paths recently..." He summoned his pain with shameful anguish pouring out of his heart.

"Everyone has regrets... I do as well... I do take your apology. You were in an unfathomable situation. However, I believe you if you could change what happened, you wouldn't have let her attack me. I have healed my scars physically and emotionally, Malfoy. It takes a lot for someone to admit their wrongdoings... I admire you, for coming to your senses. I can't imagine what atrocities you faced..." I gazed at him pausing and brought myself to ask... "But, what do you mean karma found you?"

"My father died have a massive heart attack six months ago... mum hasn't taken it well in the slightest. She is in and out of St. Mungo's for healing treatments to help her broken heart. It's just been quite a few years of ghastly horror in the Malfoy family," He spilled the inner secrets of his mysterious family.

"Draco... oh, I'm terribly sorry. I had no idea. I hadn't read about it in The Prophet?" I said his name carelessly and naturally off of my tongue both accidentally and purposefully...

"We have been in hiding, for obvious reasons... and I seriously doubted no one would care about his passing in the daily obituaries," he afflicted his trials of mourning... Merlin, the hardships he has faced. I took him all together wrong for so many years...

Play the song! 😘

And in our moment of shared grievances of many different, but similar issues of the pain of loss...

a new arrival of entertainment sprung among us...

The famous Muggle singer in waxed form, shimmeringly dressed from her role in 'The Bodyguard,' Whitney Houston came onto the stage overlooking us and began singing one of my favourite songs she ever voiced.

Malfoy then stood before me... my rapidly beating heart and my fast breathing unmistakably jolted in unison, longing in my exhilaration as I watched him coming around the table and offering me his hand...

"Will you dance with me?"

"Yes..." I took his hand as he seized mine, helping me up from the table.

Our apologies to each other was like a great concreted wall crumbling down to signify our ending hatred of each other... it was a bypass to finally give each other what we eternally craved.

He then guided us to the middle of the marvelous midnight marbled floor. He spun me halfway counterclockwise to meet him against his tall stoic frame. Malfoy placed his free arm around my waist and pulled me conveniently closer in to touch him... I followed my flows with resting my left arm across the top of his athletic shoulder.

Our bodies were pressed against each other for the first time in our lives...

He swayed us to the perfect rhythm of her music echoing out to us. Malfoy was an incredible dancer and his timing was truly, everything...

"So, Hermione... since we're now on a first name basis here, after almost thirteen years. I'm getting used to it though. I'm not so certain that I should, however, or even like this new chapter?" He cheekily glared at me. Malfoy then spoke my name again in a drawl as if it pained him to do so... "Hhhherrmmioonee," He ended in a laugh and I rolled my eyes puffing an exhaled annoyance giggle.

"Can you tell me, who exactly that is, singing for us?" He asked me with his ignorance to the Muggle world still intact, with him being more open-minded to learning along the way... and it was making me fall for him, even more.

I smiled warmly, "That's Whitney Houston. She's the Muggles version of Celestina Warbeck of the Wizarding World," I explained and he instantly understood my analogy of the two singers importance of both our worlds.

We danced in silence for a few more countless seconds. To what seemed to maybe be hours.

He was gazing down into my truffled eyes.

I was gazing back up into his storms of grey eyes, slating me further into his submission...

The sexual tension was escalating our desires with every word we spoke, every breath we took, and every moment we were in each other's arms.

We both wanted this.

He took his chance. And encompassed his neck down to slowly, to dare to try his next move to see if I would let him kiss me...

He achieved his motives, coming closer and closer causing me to hold my breath in anticipation...

I closed my eyes at the moment Draco made contact with my readied firths. He pressed his portal kisses gently against my lips for our very first kiss. Savoring and relishing in every compression... My body gave into the sirens of what could be with Draco...  this kiss felt as if it were the first time... However, in the same time, a memory came to me of our previous pasts that Anne referred to, that we had always belonged together. In our pasts, In this life, and In the next...

He brought his talented right hand to rest on the left side of my cheek under my ear at my jawline. With his fingers getting lost in my wavy hair and massaging the locks betwixt his manipulations I was lusting for.

He opened his mouth wider, sliding his glossy tongue inside of my own and massaging our lips together as one.

I kissed him just as equally and desirably passionate as he was kissing me. My weakening appetite for Draco was increasing with every stroke of his greedily seduction of longing for me... I melted into his sensual kisses, tasting every erotica about him that tasted of wintergreen mints and Firewhiskey...

He slowly swirled our tongues together as I wrapped both my arms around his neck. The magnetic fields of aching forces began pulling me to pull him closer into my wetted mouth to deepening our kisses.

He was the best kisser I had ever experienced. Nor even expected there was such a possibility in all my life, that I would be in this position with Draco... Draco wasn't even comparable to the Wizards I had kissed...

Draco's kisses were so lushly succulent, they should be outlawed...

When I kissed Ron, I felt as if I were suffocating.

When I was kissing Draco, I felt as if I were breathing for the very first time...

"Do you want me?" Draco breathlessly expelled in his salacious questions between our ritual snogging affairs...

"Yes... Draco..." I breathlessly answered him back, opening my eyes to seeing his silver eyes in ravenous voracity for me. And before I could back out or overanalyze to talk myself out of going back to his bedroom...

He disapparated us back to his Quarters on his boat.

Love y'all!!😘😘 I hope you enjoyed this!!